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A/N: Ta-da, chapter 2.I'm sorry if the format is all weird, but ti's not my fault. My computer keeps screwing up the format. tHanks to everyone who reviewed
Chapter 2-
Draco briefly talked to Dumbledore, and then he went to breakfest. He was the last to arrive, He could tell. Everyone stared up at Draco as he walked over to the Slytherin table. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Potter and Weasley weren't there. But Granger was staring down at her plate and that little Weasley brat was staring at him like she was scared that any moment I might attack everyone. He turned his head in disgust. He hadn't done anything to her. Lately....
She had come back from summer different. Elegent, beautiful, he thought. She had gone away awkward and gawky and had come back gaceful. Her long red tresses had gone from unruly to tamed. They shaped her face, brought out her eyes...
Why had I become so obsessed with this Weasley girl? I didn't even know her name. Disgraceful, Draco, I thought to myself. You're a Malfoy. You're father would be ashamed....and then he thought about the letter, and a feeling came over him. Dread, as if something wasn't right. Draco slipped his hand into the cloak feeling for the letter. As he realized it wasn't there, his eyes grew wide. Draco jumped up from my seat as if someone had shocked him.
Draco could feel all eyes on him. He ran from the room as Dumbledore finished his speech. He looked around the room. He could see the Weasley brat's eyes bore into him. He ran until he reached the library corridor. It would have to be here. It must have fallen out here. Or maybe Dumbledore's office, or 3 other corridors he had gone through. This is bad, this is bad, this is bad....
"Looking for something, Malfoy?" a soft voice said. Draco looked up. That Weasley brat stood in front of him, holding the opened letter in front of him. Draco grabbed at it, but she pulled it away. This is bad....
"This letter," she said looking at it as if were the whole reason for everything bad in the world. "I believe it belongs to you. It made for an intresting read..."
Draco realized that doing nothing but mentally cursing himself was not going to get him anywhere.
"Ginny, sometimes things can be misleading...."
"This," she said, pointing to the crumpled, worn envelope. "is not misleading at all. I think I'll go to Dumbledore with it."
Enough was enough. He pulled out my wand and smiled. "Accio letter." he said simply and she could only watch as the letter flew out of her hand.
"Sorry, Weasley." Draco said and walked out of the corridor. "I win."
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Draco waited until that night, around 10 pm, as he shut the door of my room to pull the paper out. It was crinkled and smashed. He was about to open it when...
"Hello Draco, sweetie!" Pansy said bursting into the room. He stuffed the paper into his cloak. She didn't seem to notice.
"I didn't see you much today. I came to check on you."
"I'm fine..." Draco said.
"I don't know," she said concerned. "You seem sick..."
"Actually, I a feeling a little under the weather. I had better get on up to the hospital wing."
"I'll go with you!"
"NO, What if I'm contagious? You better not."
Draco walked up to the Great Hall, unsure of where to go. He walked to library, where this whole stupid thing started. Madame Pince wasn't there, but the library was always open until 1:00 am for the older students. He sat at one of the uncomfortable benches. Draco pulled the letter out of my cloak. He opened it and read.
Melinda the Michevious is one of the most famous witch
criminals. She lived in a many small villiages where she opened potions businesses. She sold villages remedies, letting them on to her real identity and the exsistance of witches. She had done this many times before the Ministy of Magic
captured her in 1806. 578 mind erases had to be preformed
to cover her tracks.
He could heardly believe it. That little.... She had torn this out of a library book and switched it with his letter. This is bad, this is bad. This could foil my whole plan.... This stupid little girl could ruin everything, he thought to himself.
Draco slammed my fist on the table and stormed out. He could not believe this. That little....
A/N: Ta-da, chapter 2.I'm sorry if the format is all weird, but ti's not my fault. My computer keeps screwing up the format. tHanks to everyone who reviewed
Chapter 2-
Draco briefly talked to Dumbledore, and then he went to breakfest. He was the last to arrive, He could tell. Everyone stared up at Draco as he walked over to the Slytherin table. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Potter and Weasley weren't there. But Granger was staring down at her plate and that little Weasley brat was staring at him like she was scared that any moment I might attack everyone. He turned his head in disgust. He hadn't done anything to her. Lately....
She had come back from summer different. Elegent, beautiful, he thought. She had gone away awkward and gawky and had come back gaceful. Her long red tresses had gone from unruly to tamed. They shaped her face, brought out her eyes...
Why had I become so obsessed with this Weasley girl? I didn't even know her name. Disgraceful, Draco, I thought to myself. You're a Malfoy. You're father would be ashamed....and then he thought about the letter, and a feeling came over him. Dread, as if something wasn't right. Draco slipped his hand into the cloak feeling for the letter. As he realized it wasn't there, his eyes grew wide. Draco jumped up from my seat as if someone had shocked him.
Draco could feel all eyes on him. He ran from the room as Dumbledore finished his speech. He looked around the room. He could see the Weasley brat's eyes bore into him. He ran until he reached the library corridor. It would have to be here. It must have fallen out here. Or maybe Dumbledore's office, or 3 other corridors he had gone through. This is bad, this is bad, this is bad....
"Looking for something, Malfoy?" a soft voice said. Draco looked up. That Weasley brat stood in front of him, holding the opened letter in front of him. Draco grabbed at it, but she pulled it away. This is bad....
"This letter," she said looking at it as if were the whole reason for everything bad in the world. "I believe it belongs to you. It made for an intresting read..."
Draco realized that doing nothing but mentally cursing himself was not going to get him anywhere.
"Ginny, sometimes things can be misleading...."
"This," she said, pointing to the crumpled, worn envelope. "is not misleading at all. I think I'll go to Dumbledore with it."
Enough was enough. He pulled out my wand and smiled. "Accio letter." he said simply and she could only watch as the letter flew out of her hand.
"Sorry, Weasley." Draco said and walked out of the corridor. "I win."
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Draco waited until that night, around 10 pm, as he shut the door of my room to pull the paper out. It was crinkled and smashed. He was about to open it when...
"Hello Draco, sweetie!" Pansy said bursting into the room. He stuffed the paper into his cloak. She didn't seem to notice.
"I didn't see you much today. I came to check on you."
"I'm fine..." Draco said.
"I don't know," she said concerned. "You seem sick..."
"Actually, I a feeling a little under the weather. I had better get on up to the hospital wing."
"I'll go with you!"
"NO, What if I'm contagious? You better not."
Draco walked up to the Great Hall, unsure of where to go. He walked to library, where this whole stupid thing started. Madame Pince wasn't there, but the library was always open until 1:00 am for the older students. He sat at one of the uncomfortable benches. Draco pulled the letter out of my cloak. He opened it and read.
Melinda the Michevious is one of the most famous witch
criminals. She lived in a many small villiages where she opened potions businesses. She sold villages remedies, letting them on to her real identity and the exsistance of witches. She had done this many times before the Ministy of Magic
captured her in 1806. 578 mind erases had to be preformed
to cover her tracks.
He could heardly believe it. That little.... She had torn this out of a library book and switched it with his letter. This is bad, this is bad. This could foil my whole plan.... This stupid little girl could ruin everything, he thought to himself.
Draco slammed my fist on the table and stormed out. He could not believe this. That little....