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Chapter One
"Hey, Gin!" Lavender Brown called. "Slumber with us and the other sixers next Friday!"
"Sure thing!" Ginny grinned, moving towards the edge of the train. Sleepovers with Parvati and Lavender were always interesting- especially in the dangerous game of magical truth or dare- where you couldn't lie, and there were no chickens. Ginny could remember quite a few embarrassing things they had forced her to do- one being table dancing on the Gryffindor table at one party. If that weren't bad enough, a howler arrived the very next day, and everyone who hadn't already heard about her little "expedition" then knew about it in full detail.
Ginny saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione get into a horseless carriage and she sent them a disdainful look, getting into one with a first year. Harry had been nothing but a prat to her the whole summer; they had shared a few kisses- none good enough to make her swoon, but enough to turn a head- and when she mentioned a relationship the brave, heroic Harry Potter quailed. His face had gone all red and he had started to stutter, saying, "he wasn't ready for that level of commitment".
Ginny snorted thinking about it. Commitment, her arse. It was Ron he was afraid of.
"Ah," an unpleasant, all-too familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "I see you have anticipated my presence. Mind if I join you? Thanks." Without waiting for an answer, Draco got in and sent a spine-shivering glance towards the first year; the latter had obviously heard about the Big Bad Wolf on campus, and he sent frightful glances his way as he tried to break through the side of the carriage.
"You know," Draco continued, bringing his gaze back to Ginny's face. "I've always thought snorting was a very unfeminine trait- excuse me, I forgot for a moment that you have not one ounce of women in you besides that furious blushing you do when you're mad, lying, or embarrassed."
True to his word, the blood rushed to Ginny's face. She started to say hotly, "Why, you-" then stopped as something occurred to her. "Why, Malfoy!" she exclaimed in a falsely sweet voice. "I'm honored that you pay so much attention to my feelings! I never knew you cared!"
Funnily, that sentence seemed to touch a nerve. He bent forward swiftly, putting both of his arms on the wall behind her shoulders and leaning deep into her face. Ginny couldn't help but stare amazedly into Draco's stormy, gray eyes. They held a mystery to her... a mystery she had an incredible urge to unlock.
"Don't for once second," Draco drew out, "think I care. You of all people should know by now that I have no humane feelings."
"Everyone has feelings, Malfoy." And no matter what she did, Ginny couldn't keep her confusing emotions from showing. She hoped he didn't notice.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away. Trust me- I have no feelings."
He said this so emphatically that all Ginny could do was stare. Was this some kind of double meaning? And since when would she trust him? She'd rather trust a pile of-
Just then, the carriage lurched to a stop, Draco pulled back, keeping his gaze on hers. He turned to the first year that was furiously trying to open the door and said "If you mention this to anyone..." He made a slicing motion across his neck. The first year gulped and scampered away as fast as he could.
"You're terrible," Ginny looked at him disgustedly. Draco sent her a smile that would stay in her mind for a long, long time- a chilling one the matched perfectly with his cold, gray eyes. Only, this time, Ginny swore she could see a little remorse amidst the storm.
"I know."
And with that he walked away, leaving Ginny to stare after him for a moment before sighing resignedly and hoping that the dinner would be delicious. She swore she'd get that chilling smile out of her head- maybe she would hint about hers and Harry's little tete-a-tetes. She'd enjoy seeing him squeal on the edge of the seat.
Draco walked away, furious with himself. He didn't know why he'd made his warnings so deeply, so urgent; he knew that Ginny would probably follow him around like a lost puppy trying to figure out his true meaning.
But for some reason he hadn't been able to help himself. Maybe it was because her big, brown eyes had looked so earnestly into his that he felt lying or insulting her again would be as bad as all of his other sins combined and send him straight to hell. I can beat this, he told himself.
But he sure was having trouble beating the image of those perfect eyes out of his mind.
That's all for now... I have chapter two written, so it should be updated soon. Hugs to all who review!
Chapter One
"Hey, Gin!" Lavender Brown called. "Slumber with us and the other sixers next Friday!"
"Sure thing!" Ginny grinned, moving towards the edge of the train. Sleepovers with Parvati and Lavender were always interesting- especially in the dangerous game of magical truth or dare- where you couldn't lie, and there were no chickens. Ginny could remember quite a few embarrassing things they had forced her to do- one being table dancing on the Gryffindor table at one party. If that weren't bad enough, a howler arrived the very next day, and everyone who hadn't already heard about her little "expedition" then knew about it in full detail.
Ginny saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione get into a horseless carriage and she sent them a disdainful look, getting into one with a first year. Harry had been nothing but a prat to her the whole summer; they had shared a few kisses- none good enough to make her swoon, but enough to turn a head- and when she mentioned a relationship the brave, heroic Harry Potter quailed. His face had gone all red and he had started to stutter, saying, "he wasn't ready for that level of commitment".
Ginny snorted thinking about it. Commitment, her arse. It was Ron he was afraid of.
"Ah," an unpleasant, all-too familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "I see you have anticipated my presence. Mind if I join you? Thanks." Without waiting for an answer, Draco got in and sent a spine-shivering glance towards the first year; the latter had obviously heard about the Big Bad Wolf on campus, and he sent frightful glances his way as he tried to break through the side of the carriage.
"You know," Draco continued, bringing his gaze back to Ginny's face. "I've always thought snorting was a very unfeminine trait- excuse me, I forgot for a moment that you have not one ounce of women in you besides that furious blushing you do when you're mad, lying, or embarrassed."
True to his word, the blood rushed to Ginny's face. She started to say hotly, "Why, you-" then stopped as something occurred to her. "Why, Malfoy!" she exclaimed in a falsely sweet voice. "I'm honored that you pay so much attention to my feelings! I never knew you cared!"
Funnily, that sentence seemed to touch a nerve. He bent forward swiftly, putting both of his arms on the wall behind her shoulders and leaning deep into her face. Ginny couldn't help but stare amazedly into Draco's stormy, gray eyes. They held a mystery to her... a mystery she had an incredible urge to unlock.
"Don't for once second," Draco drew out, "think I care. You of all people should know by now that I have no humane feelings."
"Everyone has feelings, Malfoy." And no matter what she did, Ginny couldn't keep her confusing emotions from showing. She hoped he didn't notice.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away. Trust me- I have no feelings."
He said this so emphatically that all Ginny could do was stare. Was this some kind of double meaning? And since when would she trust him? She'd rather trust a pile of-
Just then, the carriage lurched to a stop, Draco pulled back, keeping his gaze on hers. He turned to the first year that was furiously trying to open the door and said "If you mention this to anyone..." He made a slicing motion across his neck. The first year gulped and scampered away as fast as he could.
"You're terrible," Ginny looked at him disgustedly. Draco sent her a smile that would stay in her mind for a long, long time- a chilling one the matched perfectly with his cold, gray eyes. Only, this time, Ginny swore she could see a little remorse amidst the storm.
"I know."
And with that he walked away, leaving Ginny to stare after him for a moment before sighing resignedly and hoping that the dinner would be delicious. She swore she'd get that chilling smile out of her head- maybe she would hint about hers and Harry's little tete-a-tetes. She'd enjoy seeing him squeal on the edge of the seat.
Draco walked away, furious with himself. He didn't know why he'd made his warnings so deeply, so urgent; he knew that Ginny would probably follow him around like a lost puppy trying to figure out his true meaning.
But for some reason he hadn't been able to help himself. Maybe it was because her big, brown eyes had looked so earnestly into his that he felt lying or insulting her again would be as bad as all of his other sins combined and send him straight to hell. I can beat this, he told himself.
But he sure was having trouble beating the image of those perfect eyes out of his mind.
That's all for now... I have chapter two written, so it should be updated soon. Hugs to all who review!
