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A/N: Will Ethany ever forgive him??? (Review review review)
Recap: He reached out and touched her arm, and he felt the shiver on her icy skin as she moved away. Ok so she's a little angry with me, I can deal with that, he thought, it can't last for long
~~~~~ Chapter six - Easy ~~~~~
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But Draco was wrong, it did last for long. It had been weeks, and all he had gotten from Ethany were icy looks. She wouldn't talk to him, wouldn't look at him, and though he often tried to do these things with her, all he got was. well nothing. He also noticed that she was getting pale, and thin. When he used to see her in the mornings eating while reading, now all she ever did was read. She looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks, and he guessed she hadn't. Sometimes her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and yet she would still not acknowledge his presence when he was with her, would not look up at him. But what angered him most was that he was the only one who noticed. He was the only one who saw that she was not well. He was seemingly the only one who saw her at all, who noticed her existence. Eventually, even the memory of her began to fade, and he found himself unable to remember things about her. The exact colour of her lips, the shape of her chin. The vivid picture of her he used to have in his mind began to fade. The only thing he could remember about her was her sparkling green eyes, greener even than potters had been before he died. Draco forced the memories of last year, of potter's death, of deatheaters and voldemort out of his mind. This was not the time for them. It was bad enough that the images of that experience haunted his dreams; they were not going to haunt his day. He wondered what he had done to deserve this torture, though he knew exactly what he had done. He had been born a Malfoy. How he loathed that name. It stood for everything evil, everything wrong. It stood for his father. The man who was going to force him to be a deatheater. The man who had only a year before killed Draco's mother without thought, without hesitation. He shuddered. Thoughts like that were not meant for the day. Draco hurried up to the tower for divination. He flew up the staircase and rushed over to a chair. Professor Trelawney glared at him over her spectacles. " Today we shall study deeply into the depths of the crystal ball, to see what the fates have in store for us. Two to a ball, and gaze deep my children". To his utter horror, Pansy pulled up a chair and said, "well Draco I'll suppose we'll be together then", flirting her eyelashes at him. He scowled and looked into the ball, thinking of how despised Divination in this stuffy old tower. Of course this class hadn't been his choice. None of his classes had been. His father had chosen them. And what a strange choice his father had made, for his father was not one to believe in these things. And stranger yet, ever since he had started this class, Draco had been going exceptionally, even though he did no work, and skipped many classes. He expected that it was his father's work. As all his life had been. Everything about him was fake, Draco thought to himself. His reputation, his marks, his title. The dance was in a few hours time, and he had no date, but he didn't worry about that, getting girls was not a problem for Draco. The only problem in Dracos life right now, was one particular girl he wanted. " Now what do you see my darlings?" professor Trelawneys wispy voice interrupted his thoughts. Pansy put her hand straight up, and jiggled in her chair to get the teachers attention. " Miss Parkinson?" professor trelawney asked, gliding over to their table. Pansy blushed, and said, " I saw my future husband" looking gooily at Draco. He glared back at her. " Haven't you listened to a word I've said these past seven years?" he roared at her, jumping up. " I do not like you, I will never like you, and that's it!" "But Dra-Draco" she wailed, crying. "We're meant for each other!" she shrieked, chasing him as he ran out of the tower and down the hall. By the time he finally lost her, it was halfway through lunch, and he was in the charms corridor. He turned around to see Lavender brown coming towards him. He walked up to her and said, flashing a smile " Hi Lavender!" she blushed and looked up at him. " Hi Draco" she replied, looking eagerly up at him. Easy as pie, he thought. " Well, as you probably know, I'm *supposed to go to the dance with Pansy tonight", he lingered thinking for the right words, and continued, " but Lavender, you're the one I really want. Will you go to the dance with me?" he said looking at her with this poor, hangdog expression. " Oh but I-I'm going with Seamus" she said. He looked up at her, and looked as woeful as he could. "I understand, I-I'll leave you alone" he said, looking back down at his feet turning to leave. 1-2-3, he thought in his mind, as on 3 she said " Oh wait Draco maybe we can work something out!" He fought hard to stop himself smirking. Easy. He could get any girl in the school this way. Exept for her, his mind bubbled up unexpectatly. She doesn't matter now! He thought to himself angrily. She's gone and she's never coming back.
Disclaimer: I own only Ethany Silvress, and Silverbloods; the rest belongs to others to numerous to list. If you get annoyed I haven't mentioned you then just tell me (no flaming!) and I'll get you mentioned
A/N: Will Ethany ever forgive him??? (Review review review)
Recap: He reached out and touched her arm, and he felt the shiver on her icy skin as she moved away. Ok so she's a little angry with me, I can deal with that, he thought, it can't last for long
~~~~~ Chapter six - Easy ~~~~~
.
But Draco was wrong, it did last for long. It had been weeks, and all he had gotten from Ethany were icy looks. She wouldn't talk to him, wouldn't look at him, and though he often tried to do these things with her, all he got was. well nothing. He also noticed that she was getting pale, and thin. When he used to see her in the mornings eating while reading, now all she ever did was read. She looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks, and he guessed she hadn't. Sometimes her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and yet she would still not acknowledge his presence when he was with her, would not look up at him. But what angered him most was that he was the only one who noticed. He was the only one who saw that she was not well. He was seemingly the only one who saw her at all, who noticed her existence. Eventually, even the memory of her began to fade, and he found himself unable to remember things about her. The exact colour of her lips, the shape of her chin. The vivid picture of her he used to have in his mind began to fade. The only thing he could remember about her was her sparkling green eyes, greener even than potters had been before he died. Draco forced the memories of last year, of potter's death, of deatheaters and voldemort out of his mind. This was not the time for them. It was bad enough that the images of that experience haunted his dreams; they were not going to haunt his day. He wondered what he had done to deserve this torture, though he knew exactly what he had done. He had been born a Malfoy. How he loathed that name. It stood for everything evil, everything wrong. It stood for his father. The man who was going to force him to be a deatheater. The man who had only a year before killed Draco's mother without thought, without hesitation. He shuddered. Thoughts like that were not meant for the day. Draco hurried up to the tower for divination. He flew up the staircase and rushed over to a chair. Professor Trelawney glared at him over her spectacles. " Today we shall study deeply into the depths of the crystal ball, to see what the fates have in store for us. Two to a ball, and gaze deep my children". To his utter horror, Pansy pulled up a chair and said, "well Draco I'll suppose we'll be together then", flirting her eyelashes at him. He scowled and looked into the ball, thinking of how despised Divination in this stuffy old tower. Of course this class hadn't been his choice. None of his classes had been. His father had chosen them. And what a strange choice his father had made, for his father was not one to believe in these things. And stranger yet, ever since he had started this class, Draco had been going exceptionally, even though he did no work, and skipped many classes. He expected that it was his father's work. As all his life had been. Everything about him was fake, Draco thought to himself. His reputation, his marks, his title. The dance was in a few hours time, and he had no date, but he didn't worry about that, getting girls was not a problem for Draco. The only problem in Dracos life right now, was one particular girl he wanted. " Now what do you see my darlings?" professor Trelawneys wispy voice interrupted his thoughts. Pansy put her hand straight up, and jiggled in her chair to get the teachers attention. " Miss Parkinson?" professor trelawney asked, gliding over to their table. Pansy blushed, and said, " I saw my future husband" looking gooily at Draco. He glared back at her. " Haven't you listened to a word I've said these past seven years?" he roared at her, jumping up. " I do not like you, I will never like you, and that's it!" "But Dra-Draco" she wailed, crying. "We're meant for each other!" she shrieked, chasing him as he ran out of the tower and down the hall. By the time he finally lost her, it was halfway through lunch, and he was in the charms corridor. He turned around to see Lavender brown coming towards him. He walked up to her and said, flashing a smile " Hi Lavender!" she blushed and looked up at him. " Hi Draco" she replied, looking eagerly up at him. Easy as pie, he thought. " Well, as you probably know, I'm *supposed to go to the dance with Pansy tonight", he lingered thinking for the right words, and continued, " but Lavender, you're the one I really want. Will you go to the dance with me?" he said looking at her with this poor, hangdog expression. " Oh but I-I'm going with Seamus" she said. He looked up at her, and looked as woeful as he could. "I understand, I-I'll leave you alone" he said, looking back down at his feet turning to leave. 1-2-3, he thought in his mind, as on 3 she said " Oh wait Draco maybe we can work something out!" He fought hard to stop himself smirking. Easy. He could get any girl in the school this way. Exept for her, his mind bubbled up unexpectatly. She doesn't matter now! He thought to himself angrily. She's gone and she's never coming back.