Author: Diamond Tears
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... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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The chatter of the great hall had ceased as soon as Dumbledore came to his feet.
Everyone froze, expecting something worse than the news at breakfast. Ginny's heart
pounded, her mind screaming that something was coming. The news that they would
be held for the holidays was still fresh in everyone's minds and owls were still pouring in
with love and sorrow from families. Everyone was dreading the deep rumbling of
Dumbledore's voice.
"I have some news. Better news than this morning's, I am pleased to say. The Prefects of
the four houses have requested some form of entertainment over the Christmas
holidays."
Whispers began among the first years as Ginny stole a glance at Hermione. Her brown
hair was tucked behind her ears, her face a mask of frustration. She stared down at her
plate, biting her lip as Dumbledore continued.
"I have agreed with them, and granted their request to allow all students, second years
or older, to compete for the Quidditch cup."
A gasp swept through the Great Hall and then a deafening cheer replaced it. Draco
leaned against the wall beside the Slytherin table, looking very pleased with himself.
Hermione applauded politely as Ron and Harry hugged her, looking as if they might
cry.
Elani tugged on her sleeve, "Quidditch?"
Ginny nodded, a wave of excitement taking her by surprise. "Quidditch!"
Complete chaos had over taken the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle congratulated
Draco before delving into the stories of his past seeker days. He continued to lean
against the cold stone of dining room wall, watching Dumbledore attempt to regain
order. Finally some of the noise subsided and Dumbledore was able to explain the
process by which teams were to be chosen and when the games were to be played.
He spoke quickly, finally giving up and instructing the Prefects to inform their houses
after the celebrating had ceased. A seventh year from Hufflepuff stood on his bench
and helped his table begin a chant. The walls seemed to shake with the roar of
hundreds of voices thanking the prefects.
"Quidditch! Quidditch! Quidditch! Quidditch!"
As voices rang in his ears, Draco slowly made his way from the Great Hall, the Slytherin
table still singing his praises. His footsteps echoed in the cold hallways. The portrait didn't
even ask for the password as he moved into his room. He knelt beside his bed, sliding his
hand along the cool planks of the floorboards.
His fingers closed around the cool wood of his broom stick as he set it carefully on his
bed. He ran his palm over the sleek handle, commanding it into the air. He held it in his
hand as left the dormitory and moved through the cold stone passages of the castle.
Finally he came to the heavy wooden front door and pushed it open to walk out onto
the grass of the front lawn.
He mounted his broom, feeling the night air sweep past his face. Shouts could be heard
even as he sped away from the castle and towards the empty Qudditch field. He flew
up and over the towers of bleachers, his body singing with the delicious sensation of
flying.
He flew around the goal posts, his eyes on the castle door. Crabbe and Goyle would
undoubtedly be late, but on this night Draco was glad for the time alone. Elani had
spoken with him just before dinner and she had meekly told him that she had downright
lied to Ginny about what he had said.
His whole body had gone rigid in and effort to control himself. The small first year had
clasped her hands behind her back and softly told him what she had done. And now
Virginia Weasely thought that he was falling in love with her. He was so angry with the
little blond he could barely think straight.
Draco pulled a smooth circle in the air and then looked back at the castle. Grabbe
and Goyle were moving out onto the lawn. They carried their brooms and cloaks,
obviously incredibly pleased with the news of the hour. The mounted their brooms and
flew towards the Qudditch pitch. Draco sighed as they came over the towers of
bleachers, hollering in delight.
"Very stealthy." He drawled.
Crabbe looked slightly chastised, "Sorry, Draco."
"Yeah well, now that you've announced to the whole world that we're out here..."
"Draco!" Goyle's voice was filled with a cruel delight, "It's the Weasely girl."
Draco moved his broom to hover beside Goyle who was looking out towards the castle.
Ginny was walking slowly, her red hair down around her shoulders. Her cloak was
wrapped around her shoulders, her red and yellow Gryffindor scarf around her neck.
She was walking slowly, across the lawn, between the pitch and the castle.
Goyle chuckled, "Draco, this might be more fun that anything we could plan."
Crabbe was smiling, "Yeah, c'mon. Please?"
They looked over expectantly. Draco felt his heart harden and a sneer came across his
face. It was perfect, she wouldn't believe Elani anymore and with any luck she'd tell the
little brat to stay away from him.
"Lets have some fun."
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Don't hurt me!!!
Okay, I know... short and kinda cliffe, but I wanted to get this chapter out... I'm back
from vacation, so new chapters should be coming very soon... :) like, in ten minutes!!! yay!!
I'm so sorry that I made everyone wait!! I'm so sorry!!! I hope everyone enjoys the new
switch to evil Draco and I promise, some fluff with show up soon... And yes, there will
being some snogging eventually... I'm a sucker for fluff...
MerlynBaboon007 -- Wow!!! Thank you so much!!! I'm trying to be original with this story
and I wanted to write something completely void of any Fire/Ice comparisons... :)
Leave me feedback, since chocolate would melt in the mail...
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... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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The chatter of the great hall had ceased as soon as Dumbledore came to his feet.
Everyone froze, expecting something worse than the news at breakfast. Ginny's heart
pounded, her mind screaming that something was coming. The news that they would
be held for the holidays was still fresh in everyone's minds and owls were still pouring in
with love and sorrow from families. Everyone was dreading the deep rumbling of
Dumbledore's voice.
"I have some news. Better news than this morning's, I am pleased to say. The Prefects of
the four houses have requested some form of entertainment over the Christmas
holidays."
Whispers began among the first years as Ginny stole a glance at Hermione. Her brown
hair was tucked behind her ears, her face a mask of frustration. She stared down at her
plate, biting her lip as Dumbledore continued.
"I have agreed with them, and granted their request to allow all students, second years
or older, to compete for the Quidditch cup."
A gasp swept through the Great Hall and then a deafening cheer replaced it. Draco
leaned against the wall beside the Slytherin table, looking very pleased with himself.
Hermione applauded politely as Ron and Harry hugged her, looking as if they might
cry.
Elani tugged on her sleeve, "Quidditch?"
Ginny nodded, a wave of excitement taking her by surprise. "Quidditch!"
Complete chaos had over taken the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle congratulated
Draco before delving into the stories of his past seeker days. He continued to lean
against the cold stone of dining room wall, watching Dumbledore attempt to regain
order. Finally some of the noise subsided and Dumbledore was able to explain the
process by which teams were to be chosen and when the games were to be played.
He spoke quickly, finally giving up and instructing the Prefects to inform their houses
after the celebrating had ceased. A seventh year from Hufflepuff stood on his bench
and helped his table begin a chant. The walls seemed to shake with the roar of
hundreds of voices thanking the prefects.
"Quidditch! Quidditch! Quidditch! Quidditch!"
As voices rang in his ears, Draco slowly made his way from the Great Hall, the Slytherin
table still singing his praises. His footsteps echoed in the cold hallways. The portrait didn't
even ask for the password as he moved into his room. He knelt beside his bed, sliding his
hand along the cool planks of the floorboards.
His fingers closed around the cool wood of his broom stick as he set it carefully on his
bed. He ran his palm over the sleek handle, commanding it into the air. He held it in his
hand as left the dormitory and moved through the cold stone passages of the castle.
Finally he came to the heavy wooden front door and pushed it open to walk out onto
the grass of the front lawn.
He mounted his broom, feeling the night air sweep past his face. Shouts could be heard
even as he sped away from the castle and towards the empty Qudditch field. He flew
up and over the towers of bleachers, his body singing with the delicious sensation of
flying.
He flew around the goal posts, his eyes on the castle door. Crabbe and Goyle would
undoubtedly be late, but on this night Draco was glad for the time alone. Elani had
spoken with him just before dinner and she had meekly told him that she had downright
lied to Ginny about what he had said.
His whole body had gone rigid in and effort to control himself. The small first year had
clasped her hands behind her back and softly told him what she had done. And now
Virginia Weasely thought that he was falling in love with her. He was so angry with the
little blond he could barely think straight.
Draco pulled a smooth circle in the air and then looked back at the castle. Grabbe
and Goyle were moving out onto the lawn. They carried their brooms and cloaks,
obviously incredibly pleased with the news of the hour. The mounted their brooms and
flew towards the Qudditch pitch. Draco sighed as they came over the towers of
bleachers, hollering in delight.
"Very stealthy." He drawled.
Crabbe looked slightly chastised, "Sorry, Draco."
"Yeah well, now that you've announced to the whole world that we're out here..."
"Draco!" Goyle's voice was filled with a cruel delight, "It's the Weasely girl."
Draco moved his broom to hover beside Goyle who was looking out towards the castle.
Ginny was walking slowly, her red hair down around her shoulders. Her cloak was
wrapped around her shoulders, her red and yellow Gryffindor scarf around her neck.
She was walking slowly, across the lawn, between the pitch and the castle.
Goyle chuckled, "Draco, this might be more fun that anything we could plan."
Crabbe was smiling, "Yeah, c'mon. Please?"
They looked over expectantly. Draco felt his heart harden and a sneer came across his
face. It was perfect, she wouldn't believe Elani anymore and with any luck she'd tell the
little brat to stay away from him.
"Lets have some fun."
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Don't hurt me!!!
Okay, I know... short and kinda cliffe, but I wanted to get this chapter out... I'm back
from vacation, so new chapters should be coming very soon... :) like, in ten minutes!!! yay!!
I'm so sorry that I made everyone wait!! I'm so sorry!!! I hope everyone enjoys the new
switch to evil Draco and I promise, some fluff with show up soon... And yes, there will
being some snogging eventually... I'm a sucker for fluff...
MerlynBaboon007 -- Wow!!! Thank you so much!!! I'm trying to be original with this story
and I wanted to write something completely void of any Fire/Ice comparisons... :)
Leave me feedback, since chocolate would melt in the mail...