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Not Exactly Charming
Chapter 8
Suspicions
Wham!
Professor Moody's hand slammed down on Ginny's desk and she jumped about three feet in the air breaking out of her daze. Some of her classmates giggled.
"Constant vigilance, Miss Weasley. Constant, never ceasing, VIGILANCE. Miss Weasley, I would highly suggest you pay attention. If a Dark Wizard tried to…"
Ginny took a deep breath and sighed, ordering her heart to sloooooow down. She had just been thinking about the fact that she hadn't talked to Draco since that night they saw the unicorn on the island, and was wondering when she would be able to see him again. Then the thought came to her, and not for the first time, what the others would think if they found out about her and Draco…
She smiled, picturing what Ron would say.
"WHAT? You have GOT to be KIDDING! Malfoy? DRACO MALFOY?!"
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!" barked Moody. The whole class jumped. Ginny sighed again. Four days after they got back from vacation and it was back to the grind.
Draco yawned. Trelawny again. But his next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he might be able to see Ginny for a minute. He looked at his watch. Nearly time…
Stupid bell…RING, damnit, RING! He thought.
"And the stars shift, my dears according to-" Trelawny was saying.
The bell rang. Draco jumped to his feet so fast he almost fell off of them again. Then he bolted out the door, past Crabbe and Goyal.
"Hey, where you going?" Crabbe asked stupidly.
"To class, you oaf!" Draco called back over his shoulder.
"That fast?" Pansy Parkinson said, climbing down the stepladder and out of Trelawny's room. "There's something wrong with that boy lately."
Crabbe and Goyal scratched their heads, unsure of what to make of it.
Draco ran down the hallway, hoping McGonagall or Filch wasn't around. Suddenly there was a flash of color in his eyes. He yelped and tried to stop, but in his surprise, the attempt to halt only worked halfway. It looked as though he had been running, and then decided, within a split second, that he wanted to go the other way. He stopped with a scrambling motion, trying to back up at the same time and fell on his butt.
"Ow!"
"Ickle students shouldn't be running…hehee," said an annoyingly mocking voice. Draco looked up.
"Argh! Poltergeist!" he snarled, standing up. He was glad he had taken a shortcut through the castle and the other kids wouldn't have seen him. Peeves just laughed.
Why is he even ALLOWED HERE?? Draco thought. "Come off it, Peeves," he said. He started to walk away, but Peeves flew around to block his way again. He waved a finger at Draco.
"No, no, no," said the poltergeist. "Gots to guess the passwordssssssHEHE!" He did a little flip of ecstasy in the air in the sheer joy of annoying someone. Draco's fists clenched and he grinded his teeth together.
"I don't have TIME, poltergeist," he growled. He tried once again to pass the menace and once again, Peeves blocked him.
"Nooohohoho, widdle dwagon has to guess…"
Draco stopped.
Little dragon.
His stomach gave a painful turn at this. For a full three minutes he stood in silence, a blank look on his face. Peeves, who had been holding onto his toes and performing summersaults in the air, laughing gleefully, stopped. He stared at Draco for a moment.
There was dead silence in the hallway. The only things that moved were the paintings.
Peeves blinked in confusion. Never before had one of his targets simply gone silent before. Usually his targets would rant and rave or throw things at him, to which he replied by laughing merrily. But this boy had gone silent. Dead. Silent.
Peeves stared and blinked some more.
"Widdle dwagon must guess password," he said. Draco flinched, but did not do much more. Peeves blinked again and without warning began his flipping again and bellowed, "WHEW! NO PASSWORD NO PASS! NO PASSWORD NO PASS!!!! YEEEEEE-HAAAA!!!" Draco snapped back to reality.
"ALL RIGHT!" he yelled. "Okay! Just shut up a minute, will you? Uh…Fairy lights?"
"NooooOOO," Peeves jeered happily. He had his target irritated again.
"Oh, come on, you'll tell me I'm wrong no matter what I say!" the boy said.
Peeves shook his head. "Nope-ers. I plays lots, but I plays fair. Mostly," he added.
Draco sighed. "Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans?"
"Noooooo."
"Chocolate Frogs?"
"Nope-ers. Ickle kiddy will never guess this one, no, no, no."
"Man…Come on! I gotta get to class!"
"Widdle dwagon has to guess…"
Draco stopped again. Then he said, "Don't call me that. My name is Draco."
"Draco means dragon, yes it does," replied Peeves.
Draco gave a little stomp of his foot in frustration.
"Damnit! Just move you little bastard!" he said.
Suddenly, Peeves flew back and gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth dramatically. "You guessed my password! Widdle Dwagon is the firstie!" Then his horrified expression changed into a mischievous smirk. "But you said a bad word, you did! Mesa gunna tell Headmaster!" He flew away laughing; zipping past Draco's head and going through the wall. Draco blinked.
"Oh, shit," he said. He glanced at his watch. He was late for class. "Oh, shit," he repeated.
Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table. She looked across the Great Hall to try to catch a glimpse of Draco, but her efforts were in vain.
"Oi, Gin!"
"Huh?" Ginny looked over at Jessica who was sitting to her right. Jessica rolled her eyes.
"I was saying, don't you think Moody's a bit scary?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ginny replied. "Sure." She stuffed her mouth with some mashed potatoes, not really caring.
Sara and Jessica watched her. Sara looked out in the direction that Ginny had been looking in. "Who you looking for?" she wondered. "No one's out there except dumb old Draco." She and Jessica laughed.
"Yeah. Who wants to look at him?" Jess agreed.
Ginny looked up and said "Where?" Sara blinked.
"He's right over there. He just sat down. Who cares?" she replied.
"Er…That ass hole," she said, trying to cover up her reaction to him. "You're right." She said this last remark with a cheery voice as if to say, Yup! Where were we?
Draco sat on the couch of the Slytherin common room, staring out into space.
Man... it's almost Christmas…" he was thinking.
"Earth to Draco…." Goyal said, waving his hand in front of Draco's face. Draco blinked and swatted it away. ((A/N: he's been blinking a lot lately…maybe he needs some therapy…he might be getting a twitch…"))
"Get your hand outta my face!" he said.
"Oh," Goyal said with his slow, stupid voice. "Sorry."
"What is wrong with you lately?" Pansy asked.
Draco looked up at her. "Why do you think there's anything wrong?" he asked carefully.
Pansy rolled her eyes and told him, "You've just been acting strange, that's all. Today you ran out of Divination class like there was a werewolf after you saying that you were getting to class and then you show up fifteen minutes late. What's really going on?"
"I told you guys, I was held up by Peeves!" Draco snapped, getting irritated once again. "It's the truth!"
"Hmmm," said Pansy.
A third year Slytherin boy with dark hair and freckles squeaked, "Aww, don't worry guys! He's just worried about the Quidditch match tomorrow!"
If he had not been sitting back in the couch, Draco might have fallen off of it and landed on his ass again. He had completely forgot about their Quidditch match tomorrow against Ravenclaw. But he recovered quickly.
"Er, yeah," he said. "That's it. I'm just nervous."
"Don't worry," Crabbe said, slapping Draco on the back. "You'll be fine!"
"Ginny!!" Jess yelled.
Ginny looked over. She had been staring into space again. Jess and Sara exchanged glances, then looked back at Ginny.
"All right," Jess said. "Spill."
"What?"
"I said, spill the Bertie Beans!" Jess said, sitting down on Ginny's bed, her arms folded and one eyebrow raised.
"There's nothing to spill!" Ginny said.
"Yeah. Right," Sara said.
"You've been acting awfully odd for the past week or so…it's about a guy, isn't it?" Jess said. Sara gasped.
"Who is it?" she squealed. She gasped again. "Is it Harry? I herd he was acting funny-"
"No!" replied Ginny. "No, it's not a guy. And even if it was, I told you guys, I don't like him like that anymore."
"Are you suuure?" Sara pressed. "Then what is it?"
Ginny sighed, trying not to blush. "There's nothing wrong and there's nothing up. I just got off schedule with the whole vacation thing, that's all."
Jess and Sara looked at each other and shrugged.
"Whatever you say."
((A/N: Arg! What do you think? I dunno. But in the next chapter, you luck people get to read about Draco getting his ass kicked around the Quidditch field! Don't you feel special? Please review!))
Not Exactly Charming
Chapter 8
Suspicions
Wham!
Professor Moody's hand slammed down on Ginny's desk and she jumped about three feet in the air breaking out of her daze. Some of her classmates giggled.
"Constant vigilance, Miss Weasley. Constant, never ceasing, VIGILANCE. Miss Weasley, I would highly suggest you pay attention. If a Dark Wizard tried to…"
Ginny took a deep breath and sighed, ordering her heart to sloooooow down. She had just been thinking about the fact that she hadn't talked to Draco since that night they saw the unicorn on the island, and was wondering when she would be able to see him again. Then the thought came to her, and not for the first time, what the others would think if they found out about her and Draco…
She smiled, picturing what Ron would say.
"WHAT? You have GOT to be KIDDING! Malfoy? DRACO MALFOY?!"
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!" barked Moody. The whole class jumped. Ginny sighed again. Four days after they got back from vacation and it was back to the grind.
Draco yawned. Trelawny again. But his next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he might be able to see Ginny for a minute. He looked at his watch. Nearly time…
Stupid bell…RING, damnit, RING! He thought.
"And the stars shift, my dears according to-" Trelawny was saying.
The bell rang. Draco jumped to his feet so fast he almost fell off of them again. Then he bolted out the door, past Crabbe and Goyal.
"Hey, where you going?" Crabbe asked stupidly.
"To class, you oaf!" Draco called back over his shoulder.
"That fast?" Pansy Parkinson said, climbing down the stepladder and out of Trelawny's room. "There's something wrong with that boy lately."
Crabbe and Goyal scratched their heads, unsure of what to make of it.
Draco ran down the hallway, hoping McGonagall or Filch wasn't around. Suddenly there was a flash of color in his eyes. He yelped and tried to stop, but in his surprise, the attempt to halt only worked halfway. It looked as though he had been running, and then decided, within a split second, that he wanted to go the other way. He stopped with a scrambling motion, trying to back up at the same time and fell on his butt.
"Ow!"
"Ickle students shouldn't be running…hehee," said an annoyingly mocking voice. Draco looked up.
"Argh! Poltergeist!" he snarled, standing up. He was glad he had taken a shortcut through the castle and the other kids wouldn't have seen him. Peeves just laughed.
Why is he even ALLOWED HERE?? Draco thought. "Come off it, Peeves," he said. He started to walk away, but Peeves flew around to block his way again. He waved a finger at Draco.
"No, no, no," said the poltergeist. "Gots to guess the passwordssssssHEHE!" He did a little flip of ecstasy in the air in the sheer joy of annoying someone. Draco's fists clenched and he grinded his teeth together.
"I don't have TIME, poltergeist," he growled. He tried once again to pass the menace and once again, Peeves blocked him.
"Nooohohoho, widdle dwagon has to guess…"
Draco stopped.
Little dragon.
His stomach gave a painful turn at this. For a full three minutes he stood in silence, a blank look on his face. Peeves, who had been holding onto his toes and performing summersaults in the air, laughing gleefully, stopped. He stared at Draco for a moment.
There was dead silence in the hallway. The only things that moved were the paintings.
Peeves blinked in confusion. Never before had one of his targets simply gone silent before. Usually his targets would rant and rave or throw things at him, to which he replied by laughing merrily. But this boy had gone silent. Dead. Silent.
Peeves stared and blinked some more.
"Widdle dwagon must guess password," he said. Draco flinched, but did not do much more. Peeves blinked again and without warning began his flipping again and bellowed, "WHEW! NO PASSWORD NO PASS! NO PASSWORD NO PASS!!!! YEEEEEE-HAAAA!!!" Draco snapped back to reality.
"ALL RIGHT!" he yelled. "Okay! Just shut up a minute, will you? Uh…Fairy lights?"
"NooooOOO," Peeves jeered happily. He had his target irritated again.
"Oh, come on, you'll tell me I'm wrong no matter what I say!" the boy said.
Peeves shook his head. "Nope-ers. I plays lots, but I plays fair. Mostly," he added.
Draco sighed. "Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans?"
"Noooooo."
"Chocolate Frogs?"
"Nope-ers. Ickle kiddy will never guess this one, no, no, no."
"Man…Come on! I gotta get to class!"
"Widdle dwagon has to guess…"
Draco stopped again. Then he said, "Don't call me that. My name is Draco."
"Draco means dragon, yes it does," replied Peeves.
Draco gave a little stomp of his foot in frustration.
"Damnit! Just move you little bastard!" he said.
Suddenly, Peeves flew back and gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth dramatically. "You guessed my password! Widdle Dwagon is the firstie!" Then his horrified expression changed into a mischievous smirk. "But you said a bad word, you did! Mesa gunna tell Headmaster!" He flew away laughing; zipping past Draco's head and going through the wall. Draco blinked.
"Oh, shit," he said. He glanced at his watch. He was late for class. "Oh, shit," he repeated.
Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table. She looked across the Great Hall to try to catch a glimpse of Draco, but her efforts were in vain.
"Oi, Gin!"
"Huh?" Ginny looked over at Jessica who was sitting to her right. Jessica rolled her eyes.
"I was saying, don't you think Moody's a bit scary?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ginny replied. "Sure." She stuffed her mouth with some mashed potatoes, not really caring.
Sara and Jessica watched her. Sara looked out in the direction that Ginny had been looking in. "Who you looking for?" she wondered. "No one's out there except dumb old Draco." She and Jessica laughed.
"Yeah. Who wants to look at him?" Jess agreed.
Ginny looked up and said "Where?" Sara blinked.
"He's right over there. He just sat down. Who cares?" she replied.
"Er…That ass hole," she said, trying to cover up her reaction to him. "You're right." She said this last remark with a cheery voice as if to say, Yup! Where were we?
Draco sat on the couch of the Slytherin common room, staring out into space.
Man... it's almost Christmas…" he was thinking.
"Earth to Draco…." Goyal said, waving his hand in front of Draco's face. Draco blinked and swatted it away. ((A/N: he's been blinking a lot lately…maybe he needs some therapy…he might be getting a twitch…"))
"Get your hand outta my face!" he said.
"Oh," Goyal said with his slow, stupid voice. "Sorry."
"What is wrong with you lately?" Pansy asked.
Draco looked up at her. "Why do you think there's anything wrong?" he asked carefully.
Pansy rolled her eyes and told him, "You've just been acting strange, that's all. Today you ran out of Divination class like there was a werewolf after you saying that you were getting to class and then you show up fifteen minutes late. What's really going on?"
"I told you guys, I was held up by Peeves!" Draco snapped, getting irritated once again. "It's the truth!"
"Hmmm," said Pansy.
A third year Slytherin boy with dark hair and freckles squeaked, "Aww, don't worry guys! He's just worried about the Quidditch match tomorrow!"
If he had not been sitting back in the couch, Draco might have fallen off of it and landed on his ass again. He had completely forgot about their Quidditch match tomorrow against Ravenclaw. But he recovered quickly.
"Er, yeah," he said. "That's it. I'm just nervous."
"Don't worry," Crabbe said, slapping Draco on the back. "You'll be fine!"
"Ginny!!" Jess yelled.
Ginny looked over. She had been staring into space again. Jess and Sara exchanged glances, then looked back at Ginny.
"All right," Jess said. "Spill."
"What?"
"I said, spill the Bertie Beans!" Jess said, sitting down on Ginny's bed, her arms folded and one eyebrow raised.
"There's nothing to spill!" Ginny said.
"Yeah. Right," Sara said.
"You've been acting awfully odd for the past week or so…it's about a guy, isn't it?" Jess said. Sara gasped.
"Who is it?" she squealed. She gasped again. "Is it Harry? I herd he was acting funny-"
"No!" replied Ginny. "No, it's not a guy. And even if it was, I told you guys, I don't like him like that anymore."
"Are you suuure?" Sara pressed. "Then what is it?"
Ginny sighed, trying not to blush. "There's nothing wrong and there's nothing up. I just got off schedule with the whole vacation thing, that's all."
Jess and Sara looked at each other and shrugged.
"Whatever you say."
((A/N: Arg! What do you think? I dunno. But in the next chapter, you luck people get to read about Draco getting his ass kicked around the Quidditch field! Don't you feel special? Please review!))