BUTTERFLIES
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling the Great owns everything apart from Louise Granger and Jacob Malfoy and a few other people ::Ha ha::
A/N: I'm a little strange at the moment, don't know why, but this story just popped into my head and I'll see where it takes me. You may have been expecting Ginny and Draco but please be patient. Please R/R!
She looked up at the cold grey-eyed Slytherin. A strand of silver blond hair fell loosely over his eyes. Jacob Malfoy. The only nice, kind and intelligent person Slytherin had produced yet .
"Miss Granger! *ahem* Miss Granger!" Louise jumped and looked round to the hooked nose, greasy haired Potions master.
"I said, Miss Granger, if you do not concentrate during lessons I'll have to take points from Gryffindor!"
Louise turned back to the front and tried hard to listen throughout the lesson, but the silver blond boy at the back of the room kept itching at the back of her mind.
He had taught her mother, Hermione Granger, when she went to Hogwarts (a school of witchcraft and wizardry) she dreaded to think how old he was. He'd also taught her dad, but he was…well…dead now.
"Oh my God! He is, like, totally cute!" Lucy Thomas, a sixth year Gryffindor and friend to Louise cried. They were siting on Louise's bed.
"What? Jacob Malfoy?" Louise asked.
"Yeah, Jacob Malfoy!" Lucy cried.
"But all his ancestors where…well horrible!" Louise protested.
"Well he just went wrong then, didn't he!" Lucy laughed and she flung her copy of 'Witchy Sounds' onto the floor and pounced on the door, "I bet he'll be in Homework club. Bye!" and Lucy ran off.
Louise picked up 'Witchy Sounds' and flicked through it to her favourite wizard band, The Screeching Barnicles, That Canstan in the group was BUFF! But she preferred muggle bands, like Destiny's child and P!NK.
"God Lucy, you're a total nut case!" Louise cried. They were in the Great Hall and at their table. Louise was staring over at Jacob, she kept missing her mouth with her fork full of pie and mash.
"I followed him to Homework club, he knows everything! He doesn't even have to go there! Then he went to the Dungeons, and I hung out outside pretending I needed to see Snape, but then he went and got Snape so I had to make a run for it!" Lucy's eyes followed Jacob as he sauntered across the Great Hall and sat down. He usually sat on his own with a book propped open infront of him. None of the Slytherin's really liked him, it was a great mystery why he had been put in Slytherin. Maybe there was some evil power within, fighting to get out. Nah. But surely the Sorting hat couldn't make mistakes. Could it?
"Lucy, you've got a picture of him over your bed, you'll be going and joining Slytherin next," Louise cried.
"Oh, I wish! I'll go and have a fight with the Sorting Hat, I'd even go and wrestle the Whomping Willow just so long as I could get any nearer to him, I mean the smell of his after shave is over powering!" Lucy missed with her goblet of pumpkin juice and it spilt all over the tablecloth. Louise whipped out her wand and cleaned it all up with a swish of it.
"Come on, I'd better get you back before you destroy something," Louise laughed grabbing Lucy's wrist and yanking her up. Lucy got up reluctantly.
"Oh, you're just like my mum. She does that to dad when their in the Three Broomsticks cos he's always like Madame Rosmerta." Lucy wailed. Louise stiffened at the word dad, and she remembered what had happened that night, that night he was…killed, by Lord Voldermort.
::dum, dum ,DUM!::
A/N: Sorry to leave you like this, but anyway, please R/R, should I carry on writing or what?