Chapter Five: Draco Regains Consciousness
She stood demurely next to the refreshment table, her eyes following a dapper young man as he danced with a young lady. He turned around and caught her eye, seemingly transfixed, he dropped the young girl and started towards the sophisticated lady...
Ginny awoke with a start, turning instinctively to check on Draco. He was awake, finally, and bewilderment was in his eyes. "Where am I?" he asked in a hoarse voice." Who are you?" he shot another question at her. "How did I get here?"
"You are at the Burrow, residence of the Weasleys. I am Ginny Weasley. Don't move too fast now, or your ribs will have to be readjusted. I found you in the woods and brought you back here so that you'll be able to recover." She answered all his questions in a calm, soothing tone of voice.
"I'm in the house of a Weasley???" he asked in an alarmed tone of voice.
His tone turned scathing," I will not stay here, this place is fit only for beggars such as yourself."
"WHAT!" Ginny's temper flared up. " We took you in and saved you from possible death! And what do we get in return? INSULTS. " She took a deep breath to calm herself, "There is no where for you to go, except for jail. And I really wouldn't mind calling them up right now."
Suddenly he remembered everything, starting with how the Weasleys had effectively ruined his life. He sighed deeply; for now he would have to swallow his pride, difficult though it was for him. 'I suppose, ' he thought sourly 'that I will have to show my gratitude'.
"Thank you for taking me in, Miss Weasley. I really appreciate it." He said coolly and formally.
" That's more like it." Ginny settled back into the chair. " Now how do you feel? Dizzy? Nauseous?" she inquired after his health.
"None of that stuff, just a little headache." Draco answered, rubbing his head.
" Well, it's almost dinnertime. Care to join us at the table? Please don't insult my brothers." Ginny said briskly, standing up.
" I won't insult them at dinner." Draco agreed reluctantly. He sighed inwardly, what a guy had to do to get a good meal.
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Draco sat back in his chair, his stomach extremely bloated.
" No, really, I couldn't eat another bite." He declined when Mrs. Weasley asked him if he wanted a slice of pie. He had to keep his figure, couldn't allow himself to get fat.
' No wonder they were so poor. If they eat like this everyday, then even MY family would've been poor. Boy, but that was good dinner.'
Ron had been glaring at Draco all through the meal, his glare intensifying as Draco declined the pie.
"What, her pie isn't good enough for a Malfoy? Is that it?" He said, eyes flashing. He had been looking for a reason to persecute Draco throughout the meal. And because of this, Draco had acted perfectly well.
" Actually, her pie is more than good for me. It's just, quite frankly, I ate too much of her delicious former servings. I've genuinely never tasted anything better." Draco answered mildly, smirking at him.
Mrs.Weasley beamed at the praise that was so rarely given to her. "Why, thank you Draco. I appreciate it. I'll just save some of this pie, in case you want to eat it later as a snack or something."
" I would much appreciate that." Draco said while Ginny grinned approvingly at Draco. He had not said one scathing or insulting thing the whole time.
Draco stood up, sighing contentedly, and headed for his bedroom. Almost immediately he came back out.
"Where are my clothes? The ones I was wearing when Ginny found me." Draco demanded, his tone worried. " You didn't put it in the laundry yet, did you?"
"We were about to. Why? They were dirty." Ginny answered defensively.
"Where are they?" Draco asked, his voice calmer.
"They're in the laundry basket, here I'll show you where it is." Ginny once again spoke up.
She led him to the kitchen, where there sat a big tub of clothes. "They're all in there." she said, pointing. " They're probably at the top, since yours is the most recent."
Draco dug through the clothes and sighed with relief to find his old pajamas, which were made of red satin. He felt the pockets and he sighed once again in relief. He sat up, holding an old battered book.
Ginny had been watching and stifling laughter when. She looked curiously at the book. " Is that a...diary?" she inquired, her eyes bright with laughter and curiosity.
"No! It is most definitely not a diary, this is a journal." Draco said loftily." And I intend to write in it."
Draco then stood up, put the pajamas back in the laundry tub and strode off.
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A/N: Oy, sorry to all those people who imagined Draco without pajamas. ^_~ If you know what I mean. Anyway, I know this chapter was a little short but I'm not sure what to do in the next chapter. Any ideas? I would love to hear them.
Thanks to:
Michael: Well, you didn't hafta wait long! Hope u like. ^_^
Bast: Aw, shucks, you're so nice for doling out such praise! And I think you might have already surpassed my level of writing cuz I don't write poetry or haikus as well as you do. Hope you liked this chapter as much as you did the other one!
Eriol's Bear: Don't worry I won't jail Draco. I'm not that hardhearted! Hehez you're right, he IS simply irresistible!
VirtualFaerie: Don't worry, some d/g action coming right up! Maybe in the next chapter. you'll just hafta wait and see! ^_^ (I'm so mean...)
That's IT? FOUR reviews??? You guys have to do better than that! This time I demand SIX! (Hope I won't regret this demand.)
She stood demurely next to the refreshment table, her eyes following a dapper young man as he danced with a young lady. He turned around and caught her eye, seemingly transfixed, he dropped the young girl and started towards the sophisticated lady...
Ginny awoke with a start, turning instinctively to check on Draco. He was awake, finally, and bewilderment was in his eyes. "Where am I?" he asked in a hoarse voice." Who are you?" he shot another question at her. "How did I get here?"
"You are at the Burrow, residence of the Weasleys. I am Ginny Weasley. Don't move too fast now, or your ribs will have to be readjusted. I found you in the woods and brought you back here so that you'll be able to recover." She answered all his questions in a calm, soothing tone of voice.
"I'm in the house of a Weasley???" he asked in an alarmed tone of voice.
His tone turned scathing," I will not stay here, this place is fit only for beggars such as yourself."
"WHAT!" Ginny's temper flared up. " We took you in and saved you from possible death! And what do we get in return? INSULTS. " She took a deep breath to calm herself, "There is no where for you to go, except for jail. And I really wouldn't mind calling them up right now."
Suddenly he remembered everything, starting with how the Weasleys had effectively ruined his life. He sighed deeply; for now he would have to swallow his pride, difficult though it was for him. 'I suppose, ' he thought sourly 'that I will have to show my gratitude'.
"Thank you for taking me in, Miss Weasley. I really appreciate it." He said coolly and formally.
" That's more like it." Ginny settled back into the chair. " Now how do you feel? Dizzy? Nauseous?" she inquired after his health.
"None of that stuff, just a little headache." Draco answered, rubbing his head.
" Well, it's almost dinnertime. Care to join us at the table? Please don't insult my brothers." Ginny said briskly, standing up.
" I won't insult them at dinner." Draco agreed reluctantly. He sighed inwardly, what a guy had to do to get a good meal.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco sat back in his chair, his stomach extremely bloated.
" No, really, I couldn't eat another bite." He declined when Mrs. Weasley asked him if he wanted a slice of pie. He had to keep his figure, couldn't allow himself to get fat.
' No wonder they were so poor. If they eat like this everyday, then even MY family would've been poor. Boy, but that was good dinner.'
Ron had been glaring at Draco all through the meal, his glare intensifying as Draco declined the pie.
"What, her pie isn't good enough for a Malfoy? Is that it?" He said, eyes flashing. He had been looking for a reason to persecute Draco throughout the meal. And because of this, Draco had acted perfectly well.
" Actually, her pie is more than good for me. It's just, quite frankly, I ate too much of her delicious former servings. I've genuinely never tasted anything better." Draco answered mildly, smirking at him.
Mrs.Weasley beamed at the praise that was so rarely given to her. "Why, thank you Draco. I appreciate it. I'll just save some of this pie, in case you want to eat it later as a snack or something."
" I would much appreciate that." Draco said while Ginny grinned approvingly at Draco. He had not said one scathing or insulting thing the whole time.
Draco stood up, sighing contentedly, and headed for his bedroom. Almost immediately he came back out.
"Where are my clothes? The ones I was wearing when Ginny found me." Draco demanded, his tone worried. " You didn't put it in the laundry yet, did you?"
"We were about to. Why? They were dirty." Ginny answered defensively.
"Where are they?" Draco asked, his voice calmer.
"They're in the laundry basket, here I'll show you where it is." Ginny once again spoke up.
She led him to the kitchen, where there sat a big tub of clothes. "They're all in there." she said, pointing. " They're probably at the top, since yours is the most recent."
Draco dug through the clothes and sighed with relief to find his old pajamas, which were made of red satin. He felt the pockets and he sighed once again in relief. He sat up, holding an old battered book.
Ginny had been watching and stifling laughter when. She looked curiously at the book. " Is that a...diary?" she inquired, her eyes bright with laughter and curiosity.
"No! It is most definitely not a diary, this is a journal." Draco said loftily." And I intend to write in it."
Draco then stood up, put the pajamas back in the laundry tub and strode off.
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A/N: Oy, sorry to all those people who imagined Draco without pajamas. ^_~ If you know what I mean. Anyway, I know this chapter was a little short but I'm not sure what to do in the next chapter. Any ideas? I would love to hear them.
Thanks to:
Michael: Well, you didn't hafta wait long! Hope u like. ^_^
Bast: Aw, shucks, you're so nice for doling out such praise! And I think you might have already surpassed my level of writing cuz I don't write poetry or haikus as well as you do. Hope you liked this chapter as much as you did the other one!
Eriol's Bear: Don't worry I won't jail Draco. I'm not that hardhearted! Hehez you're right, he IS simply irresistible!
VirtualFaerie: Don't worry, some d/g action coming right up! Maybe in the next chapter. you'll just hafta wait and see! ^_^ (I'm so mean...)
That's IT? FOUR reviews??? You guys have to do better than that! This time I demand SIX! (Hope I won't regret this demand.)