((Anonymous Reviewer: Oh, you're back:). Or are you a different one?
Anyway, still doing my best on the chapter length.
Freelancer: He should know better than to cross Hermione, shouldn't he?~_*
Dracos Gal: Happy holidays to you too:)!))
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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Cheerfully, Ginny gathered up the cage once more, balancing the weight slightly on her hip, then turned to the right. Following her look, Draco spotted a small, wood-framed doorway. He assumed that that was the entrance to Ginny's room, but when they reached it, it was revealed to be a twisting stairwell. She started upwards, holding his cage carefully, but he was still being unmercifully bounced. The stairs went on for longer than he had expected, and at times they had a very narrow slant. It was perplexing for a moment, but he realized with a bit of a start that, like most wizarding houses, the Burrow had probably been built with the help of a few spells. He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of that earlier. Most likely because he was so used to thinking of the Weasleys as barely a step above Muggles. Abruptly, he was jerked out of his musings as they arrived at another doorway. Ginny stepped through, and Draco began to blink furiously. The staircase had been very dark, and this room was filled with windows.
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Ginny turned to regard her pet, noticing his discomfort with no little sympathy.
"Sorry, buddy," she muttered gently, moving around so that they were once again facing the staircase, which she had found often helped her get accustomed to the sudden burst of light. As she spoke, Silver raised his head to meet her gaze. She marveled again at how beautiful his eyes were. First, they were a deep shade of the color that had earned his name. Then, too, they were slightly recessed, not bulging as most rodents'. This, coupled with the dark pupils in the center, gave his tiny face an almost humanlike cast.
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Permitting himself an almost inaudible sigh of relief as his back turned to the harsh light, he looked, really looked, at Ginny. She was studying him too, he could tell, but could summon no resentment. After a brief struggle with himself, he gave in, then set once again to his scrutiny of her. Always in school, he had ignored her, when he wasn't using her to further embarrass Potter. He'd frankly never thought to do otherwise - for a Malfoy to give a Gryffindor girl more than a passing glance was unheard of. He was startled, now, to realize how different she looked when her eyes were not timidly downcast. Ginny Weasley's shyness was infamous, and it seemed ironic that Draco Malfoy would be one of the few to see her with her guard dropped. The unbidden thought entered his mind that being one of those few was a great privilege. He forced it down immediately - but it was true. Her face was fine-boned and pale, her eyes and hair blazing in contrast. Lucius's voice blazed in his son's mind, but he quickly shook his head. He was gathering data, after all. Perhaps, he rapidly justified, if he could get close to Ginny, he could use her information to hurt Potter. His reaction to her appearance, then, was a good thing after all. This in mind, he suppressed his instinctive glare to tilt his head, hoping she would construe it as a thanks.
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Freelancer: He should know better than to cross Hermione, shouldn't he?~_*
Dracos Gal: Happy holidays to you too:)!))
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
Cheerfully, Ginny gathered up the cage once more, balancing the weight slightly on her hip, then turned to the right. Following her look, Draco spotted a small, wood-framed doorway. He assumed that that was the entrance to Ginny's room, but when they reached it, it was revealed to be a twisting stairwell. She started upwards, holding his cage carefully, but he was still being unmercifully bounced. The stairs went on for longer than he had expected, and at times they had a very narrow slant. It was perplexing for a moment, but he realized with a bit of a start that, like most wizarding houses, the Burrow had probably been built with the help of a few spells. He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of that earlier. Most likely because he was so used to thinking of the Weasleys as barely a step above Muggles. Abruptly, he was jerked out of his musings as they arrived at another doorway. Ginny stepped through, and Draco began to blink furiously. The staircase had been very dark, and this room was filled with windows.
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ginny turned to regard her pet, noticing his discomfort with no little sympathy.
"Sorry, buddy," she muttered gently, moving around so that they were once again facing the staircase, which she had found often helped her get accustomed to the sudden burst of light. As she spoke, Silver raised his head to meet her gaze. She marveled again at how beautiful his eyes were. First, they were a deep shade of the color that had earned his name. Then, too, they were slightly recessed, not bulging as most rodents'. This, coupled with the dark pupils in the center, gave his tiny face an almost humanlike cast.
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Permitting himself an almost inaudible sigh of relief as his back turned to the harsh light, he looked, really looked, at Ginny. She was studying him too, he could tell, but could summon no resentment. After a brief struggle with himself, he gave in, then set once again to his scrutiny of her. Always in school, he had ignored her, when he wasn't using her to further embarrass Potter. He'd frankly never thought to do otherwise - for a Malfoy to give a Gryffindor girl more than a passing glance was unheard of. He was startled, now, to realize how different she looked when her eyes were not timidly downcast. Ginny Weasley's shyness was infamous, and it seemed ironic that Draco Malfoy would be one of the few to see her with her guard dropped. The unbidden thought entered his mind that being one of those few was a great privilege. He forced it down immediately - but it was true. Her face was fine-boned and pale, her eyes and hair blazing in contrast. Lucius's voice blazed in his son's mind, but he quickly shook his head. He was gathering data, after all. Perhaps, he rapidly justified, if he could get close to Ginny, he could use her information to hurt Potter. His reaction to her appearance, then, was a good thing after all. This in mind, he suppressed his instinctive glare to tilt his head, hoping she would construe it as a thanks.
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