Legend
Chapter VII: Questions
by Marie McKinnon
By the beginning of December Ginny had learned not to linger in the common room. It
never accomplished anything except to gain a lot of attention, which she didn't want. Spending
time in the common room also almost invited Harry to come over and try something. What his
end goal was she didn't want to know, but she was sure it involved a lot of snogging. She
studied or read in her bedroom, talked to her friends when they came in, or sketched in her
magical sketchbook. Her last few drawings had been of opals and, strangely, a knight with
silvery eyes and white-blond hair.
Ginny knew the knight was Draco. It had to be, but why in Merlin's name would she
draw him, much less him as a knight? Was that how she pictured him? Yeah, right. What kind
of a knight could get thrown by a damsel half his size? Not a very good one. He was so
confident in his talent that it must have hurt him to be coached by someone younger. Her image
of the knight was that he seemed very much in demand, but always ready with time to spare.
Kind of like Malfoy again. He was well known and good at all the things he did. His schedule
would have been a nightmare, but he did it with unbelievable style and flare. The knight was the
perfect weapon for a battle or a social occasion because of his wit and power. Wit and power
were definitely Malfoy qualities.
That explained her mental image of the best knight as her student, but what had that
been, so long ago, when he'd landed on top of her? Had it been Harry, he wouldn't have wasted
a moment in his endeavours. She knew he wanted the same thing Harry did, but was smart
enough to show it differently, which honestly confused her. He could have done more than the
things the Gryffindor had done, and wanted to do them, but he didn't. He held back. Why?
What motive did he have for keeping her guessing? Would he try to win her mind before taking
her body?
She had so many questions that she just scribbled them out in sketch form. There were a
lot of Harrys, most of them holding her around the waist or kissing her neck while she looked
murderous. Why? Why does he want me? She asked herself repeatedly, analyzing herself for
any clue. These searches always came to the same conclusion: she was pretty, confident, and
independent (she also had the fiery redhead thing in her favour, but she liked to think of that as
something no one noticed). Were Harry and Draco having a power struggle in which she was the
prize? Harry was so dominant, so in charge, that he didn't need her for anything but to help his
image. Like a king didn't need his queen for anything but show, he would have her, a trophy on
his arm and in his bedroom, for personal pleasure and superiority. Is it his dominance that makes
him want to have me? Her mind asked. Or is it purely physical attraction? The second seemed
more plausible, because she had been on the verge of asking him if he had a wand in his pocket
or if he was just happy to see her on many occasions. Her head spun, and she fell asleep with
exhaustion.
~ A colour drawing practically leapt out of the page. It showed a threesome, all
confident, all powerful. In the centre was an enchantress in floor-length black robes blown
forward in a wind. Slim, elegant, absolutely gorgeous, she looked slightly downward as a smug
smile played around the edges of her mouth. Dark eyes looked up and forwards with as much
assurance in their influence as the smile. Blown by the same wind as the skirt, long, red curls
streamed in front of the face but didn't obscure it. An opal glowed at her throat, shimmering
with irridescent power that added to her display of appeal and apparent skill.
At the enchantress's right was a relaxed, graceful nobleman or knight with his arms
folded and his head tilted downwards. His back faced her side but maintained a suitable
distance, apparently because her confidence and independence didn't have any use for a
nobleman knight. He was powerfully built but lean and tall, not bulky. It was obvious that his
poise did not only apply to standing or walking; one could easily imagine that same self-assurance in a duel or battle. White-blond bangs hung in his eyes, giving him a devil-may-care
attitude to add to his confidence.
On the left of the enchantress was a king. A circlet on his head and naked sword in his
hand, he also was sideways. Dominance was evident in his upright stature and clear, confident
gaze. His messy black hair was contained by the gold circlet. He was sure of his power and his
ability to deal with anyone that came along using either diplomacy or his sword.
The enchantress, still smiling smugly, gave Ginny this message. "If this is what you
want, work for it. You know how."~
Ginny turned over in her sleep, fingers curled around the imaginary opal hanging around
her neck.
Disclaimer: Yeah, that was short and cliched, but it gave a hint. I like hints. J.K.
Rowling owns all of the characters, not what I'm forcing them to do. If she knew what I have in
mind, she would come and snap my fingers off to prevent me from ever typing again. WHICH
IS WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU IF YOU DON'T REVIEW! Thank you. Next chapter: Draco
thinks (for the first time)! About what, I wonder? Well, you wonder, because I already know!
Chapter VII: Questions
by Marie McKinnon
By the beginning of December Ginny had learned not to linger in the common room. It
never accomplished anything except to gain a lot of attention, which she didn't want. Spending
time in the common room also almost invited Harry to come over and try something. What his
end goal was she didn't want to know, but she was sure it involved a lot of snogging. She
studied or read in her bedroom, talked to her friends when they came in, or sketched in her
magical sketchbook. Her last few drawings had been of opals and, strangely, a knight with
silvery eyes and white-blond hair.
Ginny knew the knight was Draco. It had to be, but why in Merlin's name would she
draw him, much less him as a knight? Was that how she pictured him? Yeah, right. What kind
of a knight could get thrown by a damsel half his size? Not a very good one. He was so
confident in his talent that it must have hurt him to be coached by someone younger. Her image
of the knight was that he seemed very much in demand, but always ready with time to spare.
Kind of like Malfoy again. He was well known and good at all the things he did. His schedule
would have been a nightmare, but he did it with unbelievable style and flare. The knight was the
perfect weapon for a battle or a social occasion because of his wit and power. Wit and power
were definitely Malfoy qualities.
That explained her mental image of the best knight as her student, but what had that
been, so long ago, when he'd landed on top of her? Had it been Harry, he wouldn't have wasted
a moment in his endeavours. She knew he wanted the same thing Harry did, but was smart
enough to show it differently, which honestly confused her. He could have done more than the
things the Gryffindor had done, and wanted to do them, but he didn't. He held back. Why?
What motive did he have for keeping her guessing? Would he try to win her mind before taking
her body?
She had so many questions that she just scribbled them out in sketch form. There were a
lot of Harrys, most of them holding her around the waist or kissing her neck while she looked
murderous. Why? Why does he want me? She asked herself repeatedly, analyzing herself for
any clue. These searches always came to the same conclusion: she was pretty, confident, and
independent (she also had the fiery redhead thing in her favour, but she liked to think of that as
something no one noticed). Were Harry and Draco having a power struggle in which she was the
prize? Harry was so dominant, so in charge, that he didn't need her for anything but to help his
image. Like a king didn't need his queen for anything but show, he would have her, a trophy on
his arm and in his bedroom, for personal pleasure and superiority. Is it his dominance that makes
him want to have me? Her mind asked. Or is it purely physical attraction? The second seemed
more plausible, because she had been on the verge of asking him if he had a wand in his pocket
or if he was just happy to see her on many occasions. Her head spun, and she fell asleep with
exhaustion.
~ A colour drawing practically leapt out of the page. It showed a threesome, all
confident, all powerful. In the centre was an enchantress in floor-length black robes blown
forward in a wind. Slim, elegant, absolutely gorgeous, she looked slightly downward as a smug
smile played around the edges of her mouth. Dark eyes looked up and forwards with as much
assurance in their influence as the smile. Blown by the same wind as the skirt, long, red curls
streamed in front of the face but didn't obscure it. An opal glowed at her throat, shimmering
with irridescent power that added to her display of appeal and apparent skill.
At the enchantress's right was a relaxed, graceful nobleman or knight with his arms
folded and his head tilted downwards. His back faced her side but maintained a suitable
distance, apparently because her confidence and independence didn't have any use for a
nobleman knight. He was powerfully built but lean and tall, not bulky. It was obvious that his
poise did not only apply to standing or walking; one could easily imagine that same self-assurance in a duel or battle. White-blond bangs hung in his eyes, giving him a devil-may-care
attitude to add to his confidence.
On the left of the enchantress was a king. A circlet on his head and naked sword in his
hand, he also was sideways. Dominance was evident in his upright stature and clear, confident
gaze. His messy black hair was contained by the gold circlet. He was sure of his power and his
ability to deal with anyone that came along using either diplomacy or his sword.
The enchantress, still smiling smugly, gave Ginny this message. "If this is what you
want, work for it. You know how."~
Ginny turned over in her sleep, fingers curled around the imaginary opal hanging around
her neck.
Disclaimer: Yeah, that was short and cliched, but it gave a hint. I like hints. J.K.
Rowling owns all of the characters, not what I'm forcing them to do. If she knew what I have in
mind, she would come and snap my fingers off to prevent me from ever typing again. WHICH
IS WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU IF YOU DON'T REVIEW! Thank you. Next chapter: Draco
thinks (for the first time)! About what, I wonder? Well, you wonder, because I already know!