Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everything. DAMN!!!!
A/N: I don't mean anything to offend anyone…woops, I'm sorry.
Chapter 3
"Ginny I-"
"I don't want to hear it! You- you – how could you?"
"I didn't mean to!"
"Oh, so his gorgeous mouth fell onto yours?"
"Ginny. I hate him, he's just utterly delicious and his male charms just win you over. He's a bastard inside…I know that! It's just-…"
"I'm listening…"
"Forget it. It doesn't even make sense to me,"
"Good. You can forget we ever even made friends!"
*~*~*~*Slytherin common room~*~*~*~
"Draco, where have you been?" A big heavy boy blundered into the common room where Draco was sitting.
"I've been taking a little muggle-lover for a ride," Draco smirked to himself.
"What?" The boy- Crabbe- asked.
"Must you be so slow?" This little muggle-lover thinks I like her…this is going to be fun!"
"I don't get it!" Crabbe scratched his head.
"No…you wouldn't…look; I pretended I liked the little Gryffindor and made up all this trash about my father and not being able to get close to anyone and shit like that…she fell for it all right, all like 'oh Draco how terrible!' and 'what's the real you like then?'…So I kissed her. It's the only way I could gain her trust! She'll be able to get me anything, anything I want!"
"Draco! You couldn't get any more evil!"
"I learn from the best! Lord Voldermort himself! I've had a few lessons with him,"
"So what's gonna happen?" Crabbe asked.
Draco shrugged a little, "I have two Gryffindors fighting for my affections, this should be good. I can get anything I want out of them. Just got to find out who the second one is."
Then Draco fell back on his bed, as it was well past midnight he fell into a deep sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~The next day~*~*~*~*~~*~*
The Red-head sat all alone at the Gryffindor table; no one was interested in her. She sat; red hair covering her face and the world just passed her by. Magically the food appeared, then it disappeared. It was just an ordinary day for some people. Not for her. The first lesson was Muggle studies, Emily wasn't in her class for that, Emily wasn't interested in Muggles. Slowly Ginny got up and walked out of the Great Hall, books clung tight to her skinny self. She heard Emily call her name, but she wasn't interested. She walked up the many flights of stairs to her Muggle studies class. They had a new teacher this year she was called Professor Smith, she was a real muggle, although she had gone to Hogwarts when she was younger.
"Today, class we will be learning about Televisions," she announced. The class groaned as they brought out their textbooks. Ginny sat, quiet, alone, the book out in front of her, her quill and ink bottle and a sheet of old tatty parchment. Emily's family is rich. She has all the latest designer wear, like Annalyize clothes, and peacock feather quills, Firebolt 600s and Wizard Wondrous robes. Of course Draco Malfoy liked her. It doesn't bother me! No! He's an evil git, Emily's just stupid that she can't see it! But no matter what she said nothing made it all right again.
~*~*~*Later that day~*~*~*~*
He watched the blonde girl walk with her friends, laughing and joking and jumping about. The Red-head wasn't there though, how strange. It was break and the usual gang, with exception of the red-head where messing about by the lake. One girl, with jet black hair was showing them a new trick she'd learned with her wand. White doves kept flying out the end of it. The blonde girl laughed. She had such a lovely laugh, showing all her pearly white teeth and her rosy cheeks glowing. He watched her. So she was a year younger than him, what did it matter? He watched her as she showed them the new dance she'd made up. The girls seemed to like it and she taught it them. A girl with brown hair called the blonde girl over to talk to her in private. They talked for a little bit then the brunette hugged the blonde girl. How he wished he could have been the brunette. Then the brunette seemed to be telling her off. The black haired girl came over and the brunette started telling her something, then she turned to the blonde girl and shook her head. The blonde girl shrugged and went walking off in the direction of Hagrid's hut. He watched her go.
"Ron? Ron what are you doing?" Came a voice from behind him.
"What?" He said , "Oh, nothing!"
thanks
CherryMintChocolates Yes I am really British English, born and bred here. I used soccer cos I know there is a lot of American audience and football over there is what we call Rugby over here, so it's all very confusing. No hard feelings, I actually tried to work on everything you said, please tell me if it was OK.
Anjelline I still think I'm sad and stupid. There's a screw loose or something up in my head
Miah Tolensky I liked your story, carry on writing, it's a good weird start, that's what I like.
Stokely I wouldn't put it quite like that. The name comes from my big sista but I don't think she's a bit like that.
Crystal Hell yes. And I'm gonna make her pay!!!
Dannie7 I am having a great sugar rush after all the chocolate ate at Christmas so I'm a bit wacky, it may wear off after a bit though. NAH!!
Lady Godiva A lot will happen to Ginny, I'm feeling evil! Mwa ha ha ha haaa!!! Like the name!