The Ferret hunts the Weasel
She walked between classes the next day, listless and feeling completely drained. None of the voices in her head could bear the seesaw of emotions he had put her through. Poor Ginny - she didn't even recognise it as a seesaw. All she could do to defend herself from the rage, fear and humiliation she felt was to shrink into herself and hope no-one would notice her.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't immediately recognise who it was that blocked her way. She went rigid when she did.
He smiled. The hysterical Ginny rephrased this: "HE SMILED! WOW!" The dark Ginny, in true spoilsport fashion, noted idly that Malfoy was smiling a smile calculated to disarm. However, the charm wasn't completely hiding the calculation. But hysterical Ginny drowned the soft dark voice out with her screeching.
"Aren't you trying to bump into me today?" he asked. One eyebrow arched itself and the smile stayed a smile. It didn't change into a smirk. If anything, it became a shade more charming. Unfortunately, it also contained more teeth than before - something that hidden Ginny sensed.
She just stared at him. "Did those gloves come in handy?" he asked. Hysterical Ginny was in shock that Malfoy - the evil, cold Malfoy, was trying to make small talk. But the hidden Ginny noted the slight frown, the undertone of impatience in the voice. "Well?"
"Um, yes, thanks." she stuttered. "Uh, thanks."
He moved a bit closer to her. Ginny tensed at feeling and smelling and seeing him so near her. The thing that really got her attention, though, was that hidden Ginny seemed to be snarling and the hair on her little animal back standing on end. She was about to take a step back when he put out a hand and grasped her upper arm.
The wary, instinctive part of her shrank away from the coldness that seemed to be spreading through her. But hysterical Ginny was swooning with delight, she seemed to think that Malfoy was the Knight on a White Charger and Prince Charming rolled into one. Part of her body started to feel warm.
Malfoy was big, physically huge compared to her. He loomed over her and his hand weighed her down. It seemed to her that they stood that way for a long time, her body feeling hot and cold alternately, part of her shrinking away, part of her melting. Or it could have been a second before he sighed softly.
He smiled again. "What's your name? Your first name?" Hysterical Ginny (well, simpering Ginny) took over. Feeling a pressing need to impress this big strong hunk of a man, she said "Ginevra." It came out a lot weaker than she meant it to.
"Ginevra." He repeated it as if he were biting it to see if it could stand the strength of his teeth. "How.unusual, if I may say so. Well, Ginevra, I wonder if you could help me with something."
All three Ginnys had fallen silent. Their collective brains seemed to have gone AWOL, unable to believe that Malfoy had first almost physically threatened her, then helped her, then abused her behind her back, and was now smilingly asking for help. Only the hidden Ginny showed a primitive presence of mind in staying alert.
Ginny didn't realise that Malfoy was contemplating her bulging eyes and half-open mouth with a sneer. Obviously her mind couldn't quite process what he wanted from her. "Ginevra," he said again, now steering her through the nearest door into an empty classroom. The movement startled her.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she said, intending to sound cold. In reality she sounded merely scared. Malfoy continued to smile but now pushed his face downwards until he was quite close to hers. The scent of some expensive cologne tickled her nostrils.
"I found something you might know a lot about." He reached into his robes and then opened his hand out gracefully. Lying on that solid palm was a thick bit of metal, on the side of which was scratched a crude snake. Some part of her mind recognised it as the tap that had allowed her access to the Chamber of Secrets.
She stepped back in shock, not noticing that she had collided against a chair. His eyes continued to twinkle, his smile still glowed. "I want to know about dark possession. Your possession. How it happened. What you felt. I need to know."
"You - bastard!" she ground out. "You sick bastard! Get away from me! Don't you come - near-" She ran blindly out of the classroom. Simply ran and ran until she found herself on her bed, crying and shaking. What was she going to do?
The next few days, however, did not turn out to be the nightmare she expected them to be. The first time she came face to face with the devil himself after the Great Snake Incident (as she called it), he behaved extremely strangely. He looked at her, bit his lip, looked away, looked back at her, looked down, then looked at her through his lashes.
Was he sorrowful? Bashful? Why was he acting like a lovestruck girl? There he was, watching her from the Slytherin table. Not a glare or a stare, but a somehow mournful look. As if he were..sorry that he had upset her. Hysterical Ginny was the main proponent of the sorrow theory. According to her, Malfoy had tried to be friendly, failed to be sensitive enough, and was genuinely contrite about the Great Snake Incident. Plus, he needed help.
Anally retentive Ginny was scared that he was planning something but not quite sure. She was still mostly taken up with bugging the rest of them about Ginny's grades, her appearance, her punctuality and her ever-present homework.
The third Ginny was genuinely puzzled. What was going on? Okay, hysterical Ginny wanted Malfoy to somehow sweep her away with roses, champagne and a white horse appeared somewhere in there. But the rest of them weren't completely stupid. Malfoy was planning something. But did he want her to help him or did he want to use her to help himself to forbidden experiences? Hidden Ginny was still freaked out. There was something about that boy that made her think of a rodent. No wonder Moody had turned him into a ferret, she thought with a small smile.
Seemingly encouraged by the smile, Malfoy flashed a grin at her from the Slytherin table and leaned forward, his hair flopping over his forehead. The next minute his smile faded, and he looked down at his plate like a little whipped puppy dog. She realised that she had unconsciously frowned at the rare sight of a Malfoy grin.
"Hello," said Neville. "Why are you and Malfoy exchanging long looks?" Ginny tore her eyes away from Malfoy, he seemed to be almost pouting at her. "We weren't." she began, but he cut in. "You most certainly were. The entire table is looking at you." Ginny swallowed. About thirty pairs of eyes above red-and-yellow scarves were glaring at her.
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VenusDeOmnipotent: Um, I guess Draco is classy in lots of ways but there's a really and truly mean side to him. He's been mean all his life and he can be really horrid to weaker people. Kinda superficially charming, our Drakie.
virgin-of-the-rose-blossom: oops! Forgot to mention that Draco's always in Snape's lab keeping himself in his good books. That's how he's there in Ginny's classes. Thanks for the great visual of the alien! (No, I missed Spaceballs but now that you've mentioned it I'll try to catch it.)
Fire Fairy: thanks for the good comments.* hands over a cookie*
Author's note: I love D/G and I love reading about the romantic/smart- arsed/gorgeous Dracos that all of you write about. However, as a skeptic and cynic, I think Draco's evil side has to be explored. He's mean, he's scary, he can be vile. He uses people left, right and centre. Don't we all know people like that? That's not to say he can't change. At the moment, and in this story, he'll stay evil. I'm not really the romantic kind BUT they may end up liking each other (or not). Thanks to my reviewers, you guys are ace!
She walked between classes the next day, listless and feeling completely drained. None of the voices in her head could bear the seesaw of emotions he had put her through. Poor Ginny - she didn't even recognise it as a seesaw. All she could do to defend herself from the rage, fear and humiliation she felt was to shrink into herself and hope no-one would notice her.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't immediately recognise who it was that blocked her way. She went rigid when she did.
He smiled. The hysterical Ginny rephrased this: "HE SMILED! WOW!" The dark Ginny, in true spoilsport fashion, noted idly that Malfoy was smiling a smile calculated to disarm. However, the charm wasn't completely hiding the calculation. But hysterical Ginny drowned the soft dark voice out with her screeching.
"Aren't you trying to bump into me today?" he asked. One eyebrow arched itself and the smile stayed a smile. It didn't change into a smirk. If anything, it became a shade more charming. Unfortunately, it also contained more teeth than before - something that hidden Ginny sensed.
She just stared at him. "Did those gloves come in handy?" he asked. Hysterical Ginny was in shock that Malfoy - the evil, cold Malfoy, was trying to make small talk. But the hidden Ginny noted the slight frown, the undertone of impatience in the voice. "Well?"
"Um, yes, thanks." she stuttered. "Uh, thanks."
He moved a bit closer to her. Ginny tensed at feeling and smelling and seeing him so near her. The thing that really got her attention, though, was that hidden Ginny seemed to be snarling and the hair on her little animal back standing on end. She was about to take a step back when he put out a hand and grasped her upper arm.
The wary, instinctive part of her shrank away from the coldness that seemed to be spreading through her. But hysterical Ginny was swooning with delight, she seemed to think that Malfoy was the Knight on a White Charger and Prince Charming rolled into one. Part of her body started to feel warm.
Malfoy was big, physically huge compared to her. He loomed over her and his hand weighed her down. It seemed to her that they stood that way for a long time, her body feeling hot and cold alternately, part of her shrinking away, part of her melting. Or it could have been a second before he sighed softly.
He smiled again. "What's your name? Your first name?" Hysterical Ginny (well, simpering Ginny) took over. Feeling a pressing need to impress this big strong hunk of a man, she said "Ginevra." It came out a lot weaker than she meant it to.
"Ginevra." He repeated it as if he were biting it to see if it could stand the strength of his teeth. "How.unusual, if I may say so. Well, Ginevra, I wonder if you could help me with something."
All three Ginnys had fallen silent. Their collective brains seemed to have gone AWOL, unable to believe that Malfoy had first almost physically threatened her, then helped her, then abused her behind her back, and was now smilingly asking for help. Only the hidden Ginny showed a primitive presence of mind in staying alert.
Ginny didn't realise that Malfoy was contemplating her bulging eyes and half-open mouth with a sneer. Obviously her mind couldn't quite process what he wanted from her. "Ginevra," he said again, now steering her through the nearest door into an empty classroom. The movement startled her.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she said, intending to sound cold. In reality she sounded merely scared. Malfoy continued to smile but now pushed his face downwards until he was quite close to hers. The scent of some expensive cologne tickled her nostrils.
"I found something you might know a lot about." He reached into his robes and then opened his hand out gracefully. Lying on that solid palm was a thick bit of metal, on the side of which was scratched a crude snake. Some part of her mind recognised it as the tap that had allowed her access to the Chamber of Secrets.
She stepped back in shock, not noticing that she had collided against a chair. His eyes continued to twinkle, his smile still glowed. "I want to know about dark possession. Your possession. How it happened. What you felt. I need to know."
"You - bastard!" she ground out. "You sick bastard! Get away from me! Don't you come - near-" She ran blindly out of the classroom. Simply ran and ran until she found herself on her bed, crying and shaking. What was she going to do?
The next few days, however, did not turn out to be the nightmare she expected them to be. The first time she came face to face with the devil himself after the Great Snake Incident (as she called it), he behaved extremely strangely. He looked at her, bit his lip, looked away, looked back at her, looked down, then looked at her through his lashes.
Was he sorrowful? Bashful? Why was he acting like a lovestruck girl? There he was, watching her from the Slytherin table. Not a glare or a stare, but a somehow mournful look. As if he were..sorry that he had upset her. Hysterical Ginny was the main proponent of the sorrow theory. According to her, Malfoy had tried to be friendly, failed to be sensitive enough, and was genuinely contrite about the Great Snake Incident. Plus, he needed help.
Anally retentive Ginny was scared that he was planning something but not quite sure. She was still mostly taken up with bugging the rest of them about Ginny's grades, her appearance, her punctuality and her ever-present homework.
The third Ginny was genuinely puzzled. What was going on? Okay, hysterical Ginny wanted Malfoy to somehow sweep her away with roses, champagne and a white horse appeared somewhere in there. But the rest of them weren't completely stupid. Malfoy was planning something. But did he want her to help him or did he want to use her to help himself to forbidden experiences? Hidden Ginny was still freaked out. There was something about that boy that made her think of a rodent. No wonder Moody had turned him into a ferret, she thought with a small smile.
Seemingly encouraged by the smile, Malfoy flashed a grin at her from the Slytherin table and leaned forward, his hair flopping over his forehead. The next minute his smile faded, and he looked down at his plate like a little whipped puppy dog. She realised that she had unconsciously frowned at the rare sight of a Malfoy grin.
"Hello," said Neville. "Why are you and Malfoy exchanging long looks?" Ginny tore her eyes away from Malfoy, he seemed to be almost pouting at her. "We weren't." she began, but he cut in. "You most certainly were. The entire table is looking at you." Ginny swallowed. About thirty pairs of eyes above red-and-yellow scarves were glaring at her.
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VenusDeOmnipotent: Um, I guess Draco is classy in lots of ways but there's a really and truly mean side to him. He's been mean all his life and he can be really horrid to weaker people. Kinda superficially charming, our Drakie.
virgin-of-the-rose-blossom: oops! Forgot to mention that Draco's always in Snape's lab keeping himself in his good books. That's how he's there in Ginny's classes. Thanks for the great visual of the alien! (No, I missed Spaceballs but now that you've mentioned it I'll try to catch it.)
Fire Fairy: thanks for the good comments.* hands over a cookie*
Author's note: I love D/G and I love reading about the romantic/smart- arsed/gorgeous Dracos that all of you write about. However, as a skeptic and cynic, I think Draco's evil side has to be explored. He's mean, he's scary, he can be vile. He uses people left, right and centre. Don't we all know people like that? That's not to say he can't change. At the moment, and in this story, he'll stay evil. I'm not really the romantic kind BUT they may end up liking each other (or not). Thanks to my reviewers, you guys are ace!
