My sister…has decided that I continue on and wherever she decides she could fill in, she'd try. And, thus, the second chapter now begins:
Draco
I turned around to see Granger and Weasley running toward us. They first shouted my name, then, "Jiny" or something similar to that matter. Apparently, they saw me first, for Weasley yelled, or rather, bellowed out my name. I assumed it was suppose to frighten me to some degree, but nothing really happened to my nerves.
Turning, I faced my former opponent and found several characteristics that seemed extremely familiar. And then, standing there looking very dumb and all, I managed to regain my speaking skills.
"You're a Weasley."
It was a statement. A purely guessing one, but it had very strong evidence behind it that I hoped was not genuinely real. If it was…I was beaten by a mudblood-lover. What a disgrace. My father is going to have fits. And bloody break every Malfoy artifact in the mansion.
"Yes, and is that a problem?"
She did not seem greatly displeased, just a bit annoyed. From her confused look, I assumed she did not know who I was either. Then, her brother blabbed. Rather annoyingly and quite loudly.
"He's The Enemy!"
In fact, he hissed at her so loud that I could've heard from the endless pits of the abyss. It was also kind of obvious from the dirty looks both of my year-mates were throwing at me. And from the understanding look blooming in the golden-brown eyes, I suppose she realized too.
Ginny
Well, how was I suppose to know The Enemy? Ron didn't bloody well explain to me in the past. Then, slowly I pieced together the one-on-one conversations he had with Harry over the summer when he had stayed with us at the Burrow. Always sniggering on some trick they played on The Enemy and all, never really using his name. So now, I know his name, well part of it is "Malfoy",problem is, which part. Not to mention, my family did have a long history with them as well. A not really amicable history, but a lengthy one, nevertheless.
So this was the guy. I had to admit, from the cold look emitting from the slate grey eyes, they'd picked a pretty good enemy to start out at Hogwarts. Pity he had to be so handsome.
Wait, wasn't he also the one who embarrassed me in front of the entire school during my first year. The one who sniggered at the sappy poetry that I'd written to Harry that was delivered by little fake cupids? Okay, he so deserved that kick on the arse. Hmm…while on that subject, he has a pretty lean one, cute.
Um….cross that out, Ginny. That was bad, no naughty thoughts now…
So, after shaking my head around, I managed to gain sense and strolled over to Ron. Who was looking pretty pissed right then, or else he didn't have any other reason for the growing blush. Unless…never mind. One day, I might have to keep my conscious under leash. Or else it might take over.
"Okay, Ron, I'm ready to go."
I slid my spar out to check if I had cleaned it properly after the fight. With all the blood and stuff. I looked at Draco's and realized it was slightly red still. Placing mine back properly, I tapped my brother out of his glare. Which he turned on me, as if I had interrupted a particularly important moment in his lifetime. Then, his gaze dropped to a small drop of red lying directly under the black spar.
Grabbing the back of his shirt, I managed to detain him while Hermione reached in her cloak pocket and grabbed a marble, the port key.
Ron
The Git hurt my sister. My little sister! The nerve of that ferret-faced brat who probably had something stuck up his - ow, hard tug. Pain. Well, Can't blame myself for not paying attention. Why couldn't they tell me when they were going to use the port key? Oh yeah…Malfoy… Wish she'd let go of me. Wait, no…I don't want to get stranded in some unknown place either. I feel like my arm is getting amputated.
Actually, I'm finding it rather interesting writing from the Slytherin's point of view. Quiet an easy mind to figure out, after you think about it…to me, a very alluring mind, but, nevertheless, cold and calculated as stereotyped. As for me, he seems the same way…so the story follows and develops under this idea.
**grin** Well, GoldenRed Phoenix, that was very…observant of you ^_^. No, I have never witnessed a fencing match {{but the imaginations of one's mind can give much descriptions to their work}}, and now, I realize, after your prompting, it is called a "dueling court". Thank you.
Auri - heyyyyy, start. Writing. Next. Stuff. Gr. :P
Cashelle, Rebuky, Sarajane, Stone Coope, AshAngel, Captain Cornflake, insomniagal, blue eyes, [unknown], MLI, Tuilindo, seekerpeeker, Bane- thank you
SprklingSatine - Agreed :]
Juniper Holly - hope the originality stays through the entire story…thanks for the points! ^_^