Disclaimer: No, I own those characters that don't belong to me. (Note the sarcasm)
Summary: Bedtime at Hogwarts!
Author's Notes: Hi! Well, I was trying to figure out who I liked more, Draco, Fred (I like him more than George, don't ask me why, I just do), or Remus (What? He seems like a cool guy, besides the fact that he's at least 20 years older than me, I'm sure he's very likeable.). Anyway, I still dunno but they are all very cool so yeah. ANYWAY, here's chapter five. You know, this story is going kinda slowly? *shrugz* Oh wellz, too bad. Maybe somehow it'll add to the overall effect. So enjoy the chapter and of course, review!
In the last chapter, Draco thinks a lot (not that he normally doesn't but you know…), rumors fly about Ginny and Draco and Robbie (I just love this lil guy, how I came up with such an adorable character is beyond me) gets sorted. Robbie is in Slytherin.
Chapter 5 – Cute Encounters"Love at its finest would be caught."
What is the meaning of love?
The Webster's Universal College Dictionary states (yes, I actually looked it up and copied it all down):
Love (luv), n., v., loved, lov-ing. –n. 1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person, esp. when based on sexual attraction. 2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection 3. a person toward whom love is felt. 4. a love affair. 5. sexual activity. 6. (cap.) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid. 7. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: love of one's neighbor. 8. a strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking: a love of books. 9. the object of such liking or enthusiasm: The theatre was her great love. 10. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God. 11. a score of zero, as in tennis. –v.t. 12. to have love or affection for. 13. to have a strong liking for: to love music. 14. to need or require: Plants love sunlight. 15. to embrace and kiss as a lover. 16. to have sexual intercourse with. – v.i. 17. to feel the emotion of love. ---Idiom. 18. in love (with), infused with or feeling deep affection or passion (for); enamored (of). 19. make love, a. to have sexual relations. b.to neck; pet. c. to court; woo. –lov'a-ble, adj. –love'less, adj.
Most people say it is a deep feeling, past sexual attraction to a point that it is necessary to depend on the one you have this feeling for, to live. Usually, love is portrayed as a feeling to die for, a feeling to risk everything for, but is it really worth it all? Love can also cause you pain, sorrow and regret. It is said that love gives you a sense of comfort, security and the feeling of being needed. A different view is when you're able to forget everything else in your life and live for the love you have. What is it about love that makes it so alluring, so sought after? How does it attract the eye and creative inner soul of writers, artists and poets? (I really don't know. Yes, I'm a writer but all I can say is that it's interesting, and it's also something I don't have in life so…yeah… All I can really say about love (and what I really actually believe about it) is that it'll happen when it happens, can't help who you love, can't give reasons why. That's also what I think about for crushes (I can never say why exactly that I like about the person I like))
When hate turns to love,
Only a quarter of the war is over.
When insecurities are abandoned,
We're on our way there.
When sides are chosen,
The battle is more than over.
Let them find love…
"Ginny!"
Ginny abruptly turned around at the call of her name and grumbles from the people who were behind her were sounded as they bumped into her. Scanning through the crowds of people, Ginny tried to locate who had been calling her. Her eyes traveled to the opposite side of the hall and noticed the little alcove to the side. She could make out the light hair of Draco and she noticed Robbie waving frantically, trying to get her attention.
Picking her way through the crowds, she walked towards them.
"Hi Ginny!" Robbie greeted her enthusiastically.
Ginny smiled, "Hey Robbie." She looked up at Draco questioningly. He merely shrugged and leaned back against the wall.
"Ginny? Will you look after Peppie for me? I don't think Draco's friends like her," Robbie said, glancing at a group of Slytherins down the hall from them.
Gathering the small puppy into her arms, Ginny assured Robbie that she would take good care of Peppie. Ginny leaned down and kissed Robbie on the forehead.
"Good night," she said before walking away.
Cradling Peppie closer, Ginny walked through the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor common room where she was to meet the inevitable…
As Ginny emerged from the hole, Ron stood up from the armchair he was sitting on and glanced at the puppy before looking Ginny straight in the eye.
Blunt as ever, Ron asked Ginny what a lot of people had been wondering.
"Ginny, what's going on between you and Malfoy?"
Sweeping past Ron, Ginny sat in a chair near the fire.
"Nothing," Ginny replied, stroking Peppie's soft fur.
"Then how do you explain walking to lunch with Malfoy, and both of you with your robes a mess?"
"Coincidence?"
Ron was starting to get impatient, "Ginny…"
"Look Ron, there's nothing between us. The only thing that connects the two of us is probably Robbie. There's no other reason for us to even talk."
Accepting this explanation, Ron started to walk towards his dorm before stopping short, "Who is that Robbie anyways?"
Deciding that Ron needed a scare, Ginny got up and walked towards her own dorm, "My new boyfriend."
"Oh…what?!? He's at least only four, you're more than 10 years older than him!"
Ginny smiled sweetly at Ron, "I know."
Walking upstairs, she settled in her bed for a good night's rest.
(A.N.: Here comes my favorite part of this chapter, and if you're anything like me, you'll see why. =) They are an adorable pair, aren't they?)
"Draco?"
"Hmm?" Draco replied sleepily.
"Can I have a drink of water?"
Sighing, Draco sat up and glared through the darkness at Robbie, who still lay serenely under Draco's covers, looking up at Draco with innocent eyes. How he ever got into Slytherin, Draco will never know.
"Please?" Robbie pleaded.
Letting out a defeated sigh, Draco padded across the cold dungeon floor of his dormitory to a small table. Yawning widely, he poured some water from a pitcher into a glass and walked back, handing the glass to Robbie.
"Thank you," Robbie dutifully replied when he finished and handed the glass back to Draco. Placing the glass on his bedside table, Draco slipped back to bed.
"Go to sleep, Robbie."
Minutes ticked by, and just when Draco was falling into a deep sleep…
"Draco?"
"What is it now?" Draco grumbled as he turned around to face the boy.
"I need to go."
"Go where?" Draco asked, still not entirely awake. A few seconds later, his eyes snapped open as Robbie's words sank in.
"Draco, I need to go," Robbie said again, giving Draco a significant look.
Abandoning all hopes of sleep, Draco kicked off the covers and got up. Sighing again, he led Robbie to the washroom and waited outside the door. When he heard the flush of the toilet and the sound of running tap water, Draco gave a sigh of relief. At least the kid was potty-trained.
As much as Draco liked Robbie, he was starting to get on his nerves. He understood why Robbie was so needy and so clingy. Draco was the first to help him. But it was hard for a person who had no experience with children whatsoever, to take care of a four-year-old.
Tucking Robbie back in bed, Draco settled down to get some sleep.
"Do you need anything else, Robbie?" Draco queried, not wanting to be disturbed in his sleep again.
As if he had been waiting for Draco to ask, Robbie cheerfully replied, "Can you tell me a story?"
Wondering if he was ever going to get any sleep, Draco sat up and asked grudgingly, "What kind of story do you want to hear?"
Draco realized what a big mistake this was. He didn't know any fairy tales or children's stories. How was he going to tell Robbie one?
"I want to hear a story about a princess and a dragon and a knight."
"All right…ummm…once upon a time, in a far away place, there stood a castle-"
"Was it like this castle?" Robbie asked, snuggling against Draco's side.
"Not exactly, it was smaller."
"'k," Robbie mumbled as he tried to stay awake.
"A beautiful princess lived there."
"Was she as pretty as Ginny?"
Draco smiled, "Yes, she was as pretty as Ginny. A dragon lived outside the castle, protecting the princess. Every year, a knight would come to try and slay the dragon, thinking they were saving the princess. The princess just wanted to stay there but nobody understood…"
Draco trailed off when he realized Robbie had fallen asleep. Draco moved away, letting Robbie's head drop lightly on a soft pillow. He turned around and thought about his story. Did it mean anything? He quickly pushed that thought away. It was just a story, nothing more.
Then why did he seem so hopeful that the princess in the castle loved the dragon and not any knight who valiantly tried to win her heart?
(A.N: I liked this part, didn't you? *nods* Course you did!)
The next morning, Draco woke up to a bouncy child.
"Draco, wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
Draco groaned and rolled over. His grey eyes opened to see a pair of brown eyes peering curiously into his.
"Are you awake yet?"
Draco closed his eyes, "No."
"Then how come you're talking to me?"
"Because…"
"Cuz why?"
Draco sighed and sat up, "You're not going to let me go back to sleep, are you?"
Robbie smiled at him and shook his head, "Hurry, I wanna see Ginny and Peppie and that guy with the glasses and the scary man."
Getting out of bed, Draco slipped on some clothes. "The scary man?"
"Uh huh, he sat at the big table and he had the funny hair."
Draco walked to the washroom, a talkative Robbie trailing behind him. "Did he have black hair?"
"Yup, and he looked mean."
"Then why do you want to see him?" Draco was trying his best not to laugh at the description Robbie was giving of Snape. (A.N: You knew it was him, right? I just couldn't help it! It's so fun to make fun of him!) He wondered what Snape would do if he had heard.
"Cuz I know he's nice. He gave me Peppie."
Draco was surprised. "He did?"
"Uh huh. Can we go yet?"
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses."
Robbie gave him a weird look, "But I don't have any horses."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Let's go."
The two walked through the dungeons, down corridors and past hallways. The walk from the Slytherin dungeons to the Great Hall took longer than usual because Robbie insisted that Draco looked around each dark corner to make sure that the "dark magic people" weren't there. Then they got sidetracked when Robbie decided to follow a trail of sparkles instead of Draco. After that, Robbie was too afraid to walk up the stairs because he had seen one move. It took a while for Draco to convince him that it was o.k. All in all, Draco decided that this was the longest fifteen-minute walk he ever had.
Nearing the doors of the Great Hall, Draco noticed Ginny waiting there. She looked as fresh as a daisy. He wondered why Ginny and Robbie had to look so energized this early in the morning and why he felt like he still needed ten hours of sleep. Then Draco noticed how neat her shiny silken hair was and wished he had taken the time to look in the mirror that morning.
"Hi Ginny!"
Draco winced. Kids were way too perky in the morning.
"Good morning, Robbie. Here's Peppie. I took care of him like you told me to. He even slept in my bed."
'Lucky dog.' Draco felt like banging his head against the stone wall for thinking that. He didn't even know where it came from.
Robbie started to run past the doorway when he slipped on a puddle of water and slid the rest of the way. Ginny and Peppie fell with a thud when Robbie crashed into them. As Draco went to help them up, he wondered how a kid who hasn't even lived a tenth of his life could cause so much trouble.
By the time Draco reached Ginny's side, Robbie had scrambled up and was fishing Peppie out of the puddle. Draco offered Ginny his hand. Ginny looked at it thoughtfully before gently placing her hand in his. When Draco started pulling Ginny up, Peppie bounded out of Robbie's arms and bumped into Draco's legs. Draco toppled over and fell on top of Ginny.
Draco pushed himself up by his arms. He looked down at Ginny; her face was so close to his. He watched as Ginny's gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips and back again. His own gaze slowly traveled down until they reached Ginny's lips. They looked so kissable. And kissable lips were meant to be kissed, right? Draco leaned back down and then his lips met Ginny's in a fiery kiss.
Author's Note: And that ending is what happens when you've read one too many cheesy romance novels. I used to be addicted to that stuff. My room is filled with piles of these books. Anyway, enough about me and my weird obsessions. This chapter would be so short if it wasn't for the fact that every time someone said something, I started a new line. And did you notice how many sentences in there started with Draco? It's not even funny. I really need to get my brain working. So I know this chapter seemed to sound romance-y from the whole love junk at the beginning but it turned out differently. Draco and Robbie moments are just so cute to write. Besides, there are different kinds of love, and this time it can stand for brotherly love. Til next chapter, farewell and review!
And lastly, I just wanna thank all my lovely reviewers!