Author: Diamond Tears
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Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
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Draco couldn't seem to stop berating himself.
What was his problem? Why did he feel the need to prove himself to her? She was a Weasley, a no body that didn't matter to anyone. Who cared if she saw him the way she had the year before? No one cared. No one would bother to listen. Everyone knew better. Even she did. She wouldn't do anything. She knew that he could squash her like the helpless bug she was. The first few weeks she had tried to pin things on him. She had told her friends, and teachers and nothing go him into trouble. Then the spells were worse and now she was staying in line, keeping her head down. So why should he care?
But he cared. That was the part that shocked him, was he found himself caring what she thought of him. He found himself wondering what she was thinking of his actions. Of course she was angry about it. Her eyes burned with a fire that was only for him. It gave him chills just thinking about it. But they weren't exactly chills in a bad way.
Draco's hand ran through his hair, his Transfiguration notes forgotten. He was thinking up something evil, even worse than the charmed pranks Crabbe and Goyle had pulled off for him. He was tired of the way she made him feel, he was beating himself because he had spent trying to find out who had seen him in the library and he had glossed over Ginny Weasley's name without a second thought.
The bell rang, causing him to jump slightly. Draco gathered up his things, smiling for the end of the school day, before melding into the hall with the mass of other students. He saw Ginny coming down the hall, the smile on her face disappearing as she saw him. She looked down and flew past. Draco looked after her, a smug look on his face.
He whistled to himself as he headed for his dorm. Entering the "Seventh Year, Boys Dorm," Draco tossed his bag on the floor and flopped down onto his bed. The softness was welcoming, and he let himself sink into it, knowing that the comfort wouldn't last. Sitting on his pillow was a small letter, sealed with the Malfoy seal. Draco ripped off the seal, opening it. Rolling onto his back he read the tall script that stared back at him.
//Son,
I believe you should stay at school over the holidays, your mother and I will send gifts. We have some things to attend to before your graduation as head boy and prefect at the end of this year. When you return home we will begin your training in earnest. Come home prepared.
I will be out on business for the rest of the year, so if you must write, your mother will be taking your letters.
She sends her love.
I shall look for your reply before bed.
Father//
Draco snorted with annoyance. Father was always so concerned, he joked to himself. Reaching over the side of his bed he picked up his book bag, retrieving a quill and a sheet of parchment. He bit the end of his quill, rolling back onto his stomach. His blond hair fell onto his forehead and pushed it away hurriedly. Then he set his quill and composed his response.
//Father & Mother,
I do not wish to stay over the holidays, so send money for Hogsmeade. Must have something to do.
Things to attend to? I see, well, I hope that all goes well for you.
I assume you'll both be here for graduation? Correct?
Love to mother,
Draco//
Sealing the letter carefully he pulled himself off the bed and made his way to the owl tower. (A/N: what the heck is it really called? Anyhoo, carry on...) Of course his large owl had dropped the letter and left, so Draco had to climb the cold hard stairs to the tower to find him.
"Stupid, ignorant bird." He muttered under his breath. He had always liked his eagle owl better.
He made his way through hallways, thinking about his father and what "business" he had to attend to. Death eater business for certain. But Draco hoped that the school had nothing to do with it. If his father pulled another stunt like last year the family could get caught. But of course his father didn't really care about that. There was something in the castle that the death eaters wanted, and they hadn't given up just because Harry beat them at their own game. Draco's footsteps echoed on the stairs as he pushed up the tall wood door. He looked up at the owls asleep under their wings, not noticing who else was in the room.
"Of all people to show up, I should have known it was you." The voice was soft.
Draco cursed himself mentally for not noticing, but his face was betraying nothing. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Not really." She was trembling, though he suspected it was more from anger than fear.
Draco tied his letter to his owl's leg. "Why are you here, Weasley?"
"Same reason you're here" She said, watching his large owl fly away.
Draco stared at the empty space on the rafter for a moment. He needed to release some of his tension, and who better to take it then the firefly behind him? He turned around, his face pale and calm. He smirked.
"Does your family even want to hear from you?" He asked, his voice silky smooth.
"Of course, don't yours?" She loaded the question with spite.
He ignored her, "What are you sending?"
In an instant he had crossed the length of the room, and pulled the letter from her grasp. She lunged for it, but he stepped to the side and turned, ripping it open. He had only shaken her for a moment, because she turned and faced him. She was furious, her hair falling into her face, framing the anger in her eyes. She stared at him, wishing more than anything to beat him into the ground.
"Aww how sweet." He said, pulling out several sheets of parchment. "It's a long letter."
"Malfoy, give it here." She said, stepping closer.
"No." He said shortly, knowing he sounded about twelve.
He unfolded the sheets and held them above his head as she tried to take them. The first was a short letter, which Draco scanned then tossed aside in favor of the next sheet. It wasn't a letter, it was a sketch and he held it in one hand as Ginny practically climbed up him to reach it. She was only a head shorter than him, her forehead barely reaching his lips, but his arms were long and even on her tip toes she couldn't grasp his wrist.
"Stop it." She was starting to sound frantic.
The drawing was amazing. Even though Draco had seen plenty of art around the Mafloy Mansion, it still took his breath away. It was Harry and Hermione, sitting together over a book. Their hands were clasped, Hermione's eyes shining with love, Harry's smile gentle. The words on the cover of the book were upside down, a simple suggestion that maybe they weren't studying. Draco let his hand fall slightly, nearly forgetting that Ginny was standing right there. He brought the drawing closer to his face, his elbow taking on a slight bend. Seeing her chance she reached up and grabbed his elbow and pulled his hand down to her face. She grabbed the paper and put it behind her back.
"It's mine Draco." She said softly.
Draco sneered, "I wasn't finished."
He started to move towards her, watching her eyes dart past him to the door. But then she was staring at him, her eyes so intense he felt a shiver go up his spine. Finally he had against the wall, her sketches still pressed into the small of her back. She was defiant, not willing to step down.
"Hand it over."
"No." Her voice was steady.
"Yes." He hit the wall beside her face with his hand. "You will."
"Are Malfoys all the same?" She asked softly, eyes closed. "They come, they beat, they leave?"
Draco felt that at that moment he could have hit her. He also felt at that moment he could die. Because he wanted to. He stepped back, watching her slide to the floor. Her eyes were closed, her hands trembling as she held out the parchment. He didn't take it from her. He didn't even move.
"How dare you say that." His teeth were clenched together, his fists shaking. "I am *not* my father. I will never be my father."
"Then why are you doing this to me?" Her voice was soft, as if she was trying not to cry.
Every ounce of anger drained out of him. She was right. He had been torturing her. With charms, spells, words and just now his hands. He turned, slowly, his mind seemingly in another place. Then he ran.
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A/N: Okay, I think that's it for Evil!Draco, although we might have Guilty-stupid-and-still-arrogant!Draco for a while. I haven't decided... :)
Love to the Reviewers!!! you guys rock!!!
Clicky clicky... you know you wanna!!
Feedback: Please!!!
Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
(shamless plug...) Hey, are you a Draco/Ginny fan and/or writer? Join my Yahoo! group... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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Draco couldn't seem to stop berating himself.
What was his problem? Why did he feel the need to prove himself to her? She was a Weasley, a no body that didn't matter to anyone. Who cared if she saw him the way she had the year before? No one cared. No one would bother to listen. Everyone knew better. Even she did. She wouldn't do anything. She knew that he could squash her like the helpless bug she was. The first few weeks she had tried to pin things on him. She had told her friends, and teachers and nothing go him into trouble. Then the spells were worse and now she was staying in line, keeping her head down. So why should he care?
But he cared. That was the part that shocked him, was he found himself caring what she thought of him. He found himself wondering what she was thinking of his actions. Of course she was angry about it. Her eyes burned with a fire that was only for him. It gave him chills just thinking about it. But they weren't exactly chills in a bad way.
Draco's hand ran through his hair, his Transfiguration notes forgotten. He was thinking up something evil, even worse than the charmed pranks Crabbe and Goyle had pulled off for him. He was tired of the way she made him feel, he was beating himself because he had spent trying to find out who had seen him in the library and he had glossed over Ginny Weasley's name without a second thought.
The bell rang, causing him to jump slightly. Draco gathered up his things, smiling for the end of the school day, before melding into the hall with the mass of other students. He saw Ginny coming down the hall, the smile on her face disappearing as she saw him. She looked down and flew past. Draco looked after her, a smug look on his face.
He whistled to himself as he headed for his dorm. Entering the "Seventh Year, Boys Dorm," Draco tossed his bag on the floor and flopped down onto his bed. The softness was welcoming, and he let himself sink into it, knowing that the comfort wouldn't last. Sitting on his pillow was a small letter, sealed with the Malfoy seal. Draco ripped off the seal, opening it. Rolling onto his back he read the tall script that stared back at him.
//Son,
I believe you should stay at school over the holidays, your mother and I will send gifts. We have some things to attend to before your graduation as head boy and prefect at the end of this year. When you return home we will begin your training in earnest. Come home prepared.
I will be out on business for the rest of the year, so if you must write, your mother will be taking your letters.
She sends her love.
I shall look for your reply before bed.
Father//
Draco snorted with annoyance. Father was always so concerned, he joked to himself. Reaching over the side of his bed he picked up his book bag, retrieving a quill and a sheet of parchment. He bit the end of his quill, rolling back onto his stomach. His blond hair fell onto his forehead and pushed it away hurriedly. Then he set his quill and composed his response.
//Father & Mother,
I do not wish to stay over the holidays, so send money for Hogsmeade. Must have something to do.
Things to attend to? I see, well, I hope that all goes well for you.
I assume you'll both be here for graduation? Correct?
Love to mother,
Draco//
Sealing the letter carefully he pulled himself off the bed and made his way to the owl tower. (A/N: what the heck is it really called? Anyhoo, carry on...) Of course his large owl had dropped the letter and left, so Draco had to climb the cold hard stairs to the tower to find him.
"Stupid, ignorant bird." He muttered under his breath. He had always liked his eagle owl better.
He made his way through hallways, thinking about his father and what "business" he had to attend to. Death eater business for certain. But Draco hoped that the school had nothing to do with it. If his father pulled another stunt like last year the family could get caught. But of course his father didn't really care about that. There was something in the castle that the death eaters wanted, and they hadn't given up just because Harry beat them at their own game. Draco's footsteps echoed on the stairs as he pushed up the tall wood door. He looked up at the owls asleep under their wings, not noticing who else was in the room.
"Of all people to show up, I should have known it was you." The voice was soft.
Draco cursed himself mentally for not noticing, but his face was betraying nothing. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Not really." She was trembling, though he suspected it was more from anger than fear.
Draco tied his letter to his owl's leg. "Why are you here, Weasley?"
"Same reason you're here" She said, watching his large owl fly away.
Draco stared at the empty space on the rafter for a moment. He needed to release some of his tension, and who better to take it then the firefly behind him? He turned around, his face pale and calm. He smirked.
"Does your family even want to hear from you?" He asked, his voice silky smooth.
"Of course, don't yours?" She loaded the question with spite.
He ignored her, "What are you sending?"
In an instant he had crossed the length of the room, and pulled the letter from her grasp. She lunged for it, but he stepped to the side and turned, ripping it open. He had only shaken her for a moment, because she turned and faced him. She was furious, her hair falling into her face, framing the anger in her eyes. She stared at him, wishing more than anything to beat him into the ground.
"Aww how sweet." He said, pulling out several sheets of parchment. "It's a long letter."
"Malfoy, give it here." She said, stepping closer.
"No." He said shortly, knowing he sounded about twelve.
He unfolded the sheets and held them above his head as she tried to take them. The first was a short letter, which Draco scanned then tossed aside in favor of the next sheet. It wasn't a letter, it was a sketch and he held it in one hand as Ginny practically climbed up him to reach it. She was only a head shorter than him, her forehead barely reaching his lips, but his arms were long and even on her tip toes she couldn't grasp his wrist.
"Stop it." She was starting to sound frantic.
The drawing was amazing. Even though Draco had seen plenty of art around the Mafloy Mansion, it still took his breath away. It was Harry and Hermione, sitting together over a book. Their hands were clasped, Hermione's eyes shining with love, Harry's smile gentle. The words on the cover of the book were upside down, a simple suggestion that maybe they weren't studying. Draco let his hand fall slightly, nearly forgetting that Ginny was standing right there. He brought the drawing closer to his face, his elbow taking on a slight bend. Seeing her chance she reached up and grabbed his elbow and pulled his hand down to her face. She grabbed the paper and put it behind her back.
"It's mine Draco." She said softly.
Draco sneered, "I wasn't finished."
He started to move towards her, watching her eyes dart past him to the door. But then she was staring at him, her eyes so intense he felt a shiver go up his spine. Finally he had against the wall, her sketches still pressed into the small of her back. She was defiant, not willing to step down.
"Hand it over."
"No." Her voice was steady.
"Yes." He hit the wall beside her face with his hand. "You will."
"Are Malfoys all the same?" She asked softly, eyes closed. "They come, they beat, they leave?"
Draco felt that at that moment he could have hit her. He also felt at that moment he could die. Because he wanted to. He stepped back, watching her slide to the floor. Her eyes were closed, her hands trembling as she held out the parchment. He didn't take it from her. He didn't even move.
"How dare you say that." His teeth were clenched together, his fists shaking. "I am *not* my father. I will never be my father."
"Then why are you doing this to me?" Her voice was soft, as if she was trying not to cry.
Every ounce of anger drained out of him. She was right. He had been torturing her. With charms, spells, words and just now his hands. He turned, slowly, his mind seemingly in another place. Then he ran.
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A/N: Okay, I think that's it for Evil!Draco, although we might have Guilty-stupid-and-still-arrogant!Draco for a while. I haven't decided... :)
Love to the Reviewers!!! you guys rock!!!
Clicky clicky... you know you wanna!!