Chapter Three
Draco had ran to his common room right after the star freak's class and had switched his books. Several of his house mates had attempted to stop him as he left the room but he had no time to chit chat with any of them. Genevieve had a power of her that he couldn't explain. 'Maybe she's bewitched me.' He mused silently to himself as he mowed over a fellow Slytherin. Stanind up and dusting herself off the girl shouted after him, "What's the matter Draco did your Griffindor bitch blow her whistle." causing him stop dead in his tracks. Narrowing his eyes he turned to the girl and fixed her with an icy stare. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that mudblood." He said darkly stepping forward. "I may be a mudblood but I'm acting more like a Slytherin that you are right now."
The dark haired girl's voice had lost a little bit of it's edge as she stepped back. Draco knew the girl was speaking the truth. His father would have never allowed him to get close to a Griffindor unless it were to destroy them but Genevieve wasn't your typical Griffindor. She had certain qualities that drew Draco to her. Sure she was pleasing to look at but there was a connection there, he could see that darkness had touched her life once, it tinted her aura. "I have my reasons for getting to know Genevieve but they are none of your business so stay out of it." He told the girl before turning back around. "I just saw her walking around arm and arm with Potter a few moments ago." Her last statement caused his back to stiffen and his blood to run cold but he continued walking, head held high.
Entering the dining hall he spotted her sitting off to the side by herself. Ignoring the stares he got from the Griffindors at the table he sat beside her and dumped out a basket of rolls on the plate and proceeded to fill the basket with enough food for two people. "Com on." He said stading up and pulling her up with him. He was pleased that she didn't protest or put up a fight as he led her out of the dining hall and down the hallway to an empty class room. Closing the door behind him with his heel he released her arm, placed the basket on the table and took his books from hunder his arm and dropped them on the table beside the basket. "Once more I'm going to ask you this and I want a straight answer."
Genevieve's eyes widened slightly at Draco's dark tone and sitting down she replied, "Ok." In a soft voice as she grabbed a roll from the basket. Sitting across from her Draco's gaze travled from the roll inher hands to her face. "What is going on between you and Potter and don't tell me it's nothing because you were communicatiing with him in Trelawny's class and then you were spotted in the hallway 'together'." Draco watched as Genevieve pulled a piece of the roll off and popped it in her mouth as she sat back in her chair. Swallowing she gave him a questioning look, one eyebrow raising slightly. "So?" Her American off handed manners were starting to rub him the wrong way. "What do you mean so?" Draco felt his anger rising as she shrugged and replied, "What does my talking to Harry Have to do with us?" Pushing away from the table he stood up and began to pace.
"So you're calling him Harry now?" He shot a dark look at her over his shoulder as he turned his back to her and ceased his pacing. "I call you Draco." She said simply placing the roll on a napkin she had grabbed on the way out of the dining hall. "It's not the same. You're the only one I actually like calling me Draco." Draco loathed the obvious hint of hurt in his voice but if it made Genevieve feel bad then it was find by him. He heard he push away from the table and moment later closed his eyes as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm not used to calling people by their last names. I mean I call derrick by his last name sometimes but he's my best friend and my sister's boyfriend. He's like part of the family and I'm babbeling yet again. I'll shut up now."
Grabbing her hand as she tried to pull it away he turned and opened his eyes. "No I like it when you babble it's rather. cute." Pausing for a moment a cheesy grin appeared on his face. "I can't believe I just said cute." Making the grin leave his face he pulled her closer, leaned down and said his most serious voice, "You tell anyone I said cute and I'll.." The smile that curved her lips baffled him causing to trail his sentence off. Here he was threatening her and she was smiling up at him. "You'll what?" She asked stepping closer, tilting her face up to his. "This." He replied in a shaky voice before his lips claimed hers. Pulling her closer his heart gave a little start as she placed her arms around his kneck and pulling him down deepened the kiss by parting her lips. 'Is it always going to be like this.' He wondered as she pressed herself closer to him.
The sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway caused them to abruptly draw apart. "The next time Mr. Malfoy you would like alone time with Miss Conant you might want to lock the door. However, that would be inappropriate on school grounds now wouldn't it?" Looking over Genevieve's shoulder Draco paled slightly to see Professor Lupine in the door way. "Welcome back Professor. We were just." As the Professor stepped forward Draco released his hold on Genevieve and turned her around. "Just airing out the room for me?" The smile in his voice told Draco that Lupine was just toying with them. "Yes sir." Genevieve's voice starteled Draco causing him to look down at her. She was so calm and innocent looking, as if she had been straightening Draco's tie instead of kissing him.
"Miss Conant." Luping acknowledged her with a nod and a friendly smile. "Professor." Genevieve came back with a little cursty and a nod of her own. Walking to the table she sat down and retrieved the roll she had been eating only a few moments before. Regaining his composure Draco sat down once more at the table. "Join us Professor?" He asked Lupine in a strained voice gesturing to the basket of food. He wasn't sure if he could manage to eat anything after the kiss he and Genevieve had shared and been caught in the middle of. His whole throat tried to close on the piece of roll that he attempted to chew and swallow. Shaking his head Lupine moved to the desk at the front of the room and sat down. "No I'll just supervise." He said as laughter danced in his eyes. Nodding Draco forced himself to finish the roll.
'What would have happened if it had been Snape instead of Lupine.' Draco questioned silently as he sat back in his chair and watched Genevieve finish her roll and grab an orange from the basket. After she was done peeling the orange she offered him half of it. He felt his throat loosed as he relaxed a little. "Thanks for the lunch." She said softly before popping a slice in mouth. Nodding Draco gave her a small smile before biting into his own slice. 'I can't stay mad at her, why?' He asked himself as he swallowed the orange slice with a bit more ease than the roll. ~Because you just can't so there!~ Her voiced filled his mind, answering his unspoken question making him choke on the juice from the slice. Leaning forward she smiled as she took the orange half from him as he once more regained his composure.
"You ok?" Her voice was full of concern as were her eyes. "Yeah." He coughed out sitting back as he wiped the moisture from his eyes with the back of his hand. Voices were heard in the hallways and they were coming closer. "Looks like our lunch is about to be interrupted." She said with a little pout as she placed the remainder of her orange in the basket and stood up. "Millie!" She called out and a house elf appeared infront of her. "Please take this to the kitchen for me." She told the house elf giving her a grateful smile as the house elf took the basket and disappeared. "I hate to do that but there's no way I could get to the kitchen and back her in time for class, hell I don't even know where the kitchen is." She said as she sat back down and opened her book as the class room began to fill up.
Draco shrugged and opened his own book. He never had a problem ordering a house elf around. He talked to the house elves in his house more than he did to his parents during the summer. Glancing up from his book he saw Harry come in with Hermione and Ron in tow and he noticed the look that passed between him and Genevieve. She really hadn't answered his question but he knew deep down that there was nothing going on between his little fire fly and the boy wonder. 'She doesn't look at him like she looks at me.' He thought to himself as he looked down at his book and scooted his chair closer to her. ~Ofcourse not.~ Came her reply in his mind. "You're really going to have to teach me how to do that." He said softly, leaning ot the side closer to her. "But ofcourse." She replied in whisper as the trio took a seat infront of them. Crabbe and Goyle came in and took the two remaining seats beside Draco and he nodded to them, figuring if she could have her Griffindor friends he could have his Slytherin aquantances.
Defense against the darks arts was the most interesting class of the day. Draco had to admit that Genevieve's redwood wand with the unicorn hair fitted her. "Pity the Phoenix feather one didn't suit me." She said as she caught him studying her wand. "Potter has a one with a Phoenix feather." He stated flatly and noticed Harry's halt in conversation as he heard his name. Gratefully though the saint didn't turn around even when Crabbe made a joke and Goyle joined in on the laughter. 'Slightly immature.' He knew she heard his thought because she gave a slight snicker. He wasn't sure if it had been outload or in his mind but none of the famous three turned around to investigate. After class was over they walked to Professor Sprout's green house together with the rest of the students. "As long as were not working with Mandrake roots again I'll be just fine." He muttered under his breath as they walked into the green house.
"My sister is going to love this class." Genevieve told him about twenty minutes later as thy were potting some weird greeny shrubbery that smelled of licorice. "How am I going to tell you two apart?" He asked as he packed the soil in the pot around the shrubbery's root. "My sister is a light blonde and has green eyes. While I am a reddish blonde with blue eyes, other than that and our mirroring tattoos we're pretty much identical." She told him as she placed her finished pot on the shelf and moved to help him finish his. "Oh." He said softly as her hand brushed his in the dirt filled pot. "Yeah." She replied brushing the dirt off the top of his hands. "What's the matter Draco? Can't pot your own plan, have to get your mommie to help?" Seamus' chiding voice raked on Draco's nerves and he pulled his clinching fists out of the pot. "I see that you've grown most of your hair back over the summer Flammable Finnigan." Draco shot back in a dark voice. Stepping back Genevieve looked from Draco to Seamus and rolled her eyes before glancing in Harry's direction catching his worried look.
~He's just being your typical run of the mill ego driven image protecting guy.~ She sent to him as she walked towards the sink not at all surprised when he joined her there. "Not much different than the muggle school guys from backhome?" He asked her as he turned the water on. "Seeing as how I come from a road that only witches, except for my sister's boyfriend ofcourse, it's not much different. Except we don't take magical classes at school and we don't have house elves and people as tall as Hagrid unless ofcourse you count our basket ball players. Oh there I go.. babbeling again." She took a breath and ran her hands through the water, scrubbing them clean as Harry gave a soft chuckle. Shouting from the direction of Seamus and Draco drew their attention back to the fight.
"You're not happy with your Slytherin girls so you have go go for a Griffindor. Bad form Malfoy." Genevieve looked up at Harry as he made a tsking sound. "He thinks because Draco has you, a Griffindor, for a girlfriend that he's gone soft." He told her in a soft voice then leaning down asked in a whisper, "Has he?" Shaking her head Genevieve stepped away from Harry and went back to Draco's side. ~Yell at me, tell me it's all my fault.~ She urged him with her mind. Snapping his attention back to her his eyes wided slightly. 'Why?' he asked her silently. ~It'll get the attention off of your fight with Seamus. I'll even run out crying.~ Turning toward her he fixed her with a stony glare. "It's you're fault." He threw at her icily. Genevieve pretended to be taken aback, her eyes filling with confusion.
"What?" She asked in a soft strained voice. "Did I stutter Conant? I said it's your fault. If you hadn't shown up here I would not have gotten sidetracked. What was I thinking getting involved with a Griffindor?! You're nothing but trouble, you and your saintly friends." Nodding towards the infamous three he smirked then turned his glare to Genevieve. The tear that slipped down her cheek was almost his undoing. ~Finish it.~ She commanded him in his mind. Turning his back on her he walked over to a very satisfied looking Crabbe and Goyle and kept his back turned so he didn't see her run out, tears streaming down her face but he heard the hushed whispers around the room. 'I'm sorry Gene.' He thought sadly to himself, his face remaining unreadible.
End Chapter Three
Looks like the links messed up and didn't post on the bottom of CH 2 and then they messed up in comments.. here's the RPG site. angelfire.com/rpg2/crowhavendawning And. freewebs.com/firetwin Just putt the http and the www where they're supposed to go in the front of the links. Well as always questions and comments are welcomed.
Draco had ran to his common room right after the star freak's class and had switched his books. Several of his house mates had attempted to stop him as he left the room but he had no time to chit chat with any of them. Genevieve had a power of her that he couldn't explain. 'Maybe she's bewitched me.' He mused silently to himself as he mowed over a fellow Slytherin. Stanind up and dusting herself off the girl shouted after him, "What's the matter Draco did your Griffindor bitch blow her whistle." causing him stop dead in his tracks. Narrowing his eyes he turned to the girl and fixed her with an icy stare. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that mudblood." He said darkly stepping forward. "I may be a mudblood but I'm acting more like a Slytherin that you are right now."
The dark haired girl's voice had lost a little bit of it's edge as she stepped back. Draco knew the girl was speaking the truth. His father would have never allowed him to get close to a Griffindor unless it were to destroy them but Genevieve wasn't your typical Griffindor. She had certain qualities that drew Draco to her. Sure she was pleasing to look at but there was a connection there, he could see that darkness had touched her life once, it tinted her aura. "I have my reasons for getting to know Genevieve but they are none of your business so stay out of it." He told the girl before turning back around. "I just saw her walking around arm and arm with Potter a few moments ago." Her last statement caused his back to stiffen and his blood to run cold but he continued walking, head held high.
Entering the dining hall he spotted her sitting off to the side by herself. Ignoring the stares he got from the Griffindors at the table he sat beside her and dumped out a basket of rolls on the plate and proceeded to fill the basket with enough food for two people. "Com on." He said stading up and pulling her up with him. He was pleased that she didn't protest or put up a fight as he led her out of the dining hall and down the hallway to an empty class room. Closing the door behind him with his heel he released her arm, placed the basket on the table and took his books from hunder his arm and dropped them on the table beside the basket. "Once more I'm going to ask you this and I want a straight answer."
Genevieve's eyes widened slightly at Draco's dark tone and sitting down she replied, "Ok." In a soft voice as she grabbed a roll from the basket. Sitting across from her Draco's gaze travled from the roll inher hands to her face. "What is going on between you and Potter and don't tell me it's nothing because you were communicatiing with him in Trelawny's class and then you were spotted in the hallway 'together'." Draco watched as Genevieve pulled a piece of the roll off and popped it in her mouth as she sat back in her chair. Swallowing she gave him a questioning look, one eyebrow raising slightly. "So?" Her American off handed manners were starting to rub him the wrong way. "What do you mean so?" Draco felt his anger rising as she shrugged and replied, "What does my talking to Harry Have to do with us?" Pushing away from the table he stood up and began to pace.
"So you're calling him Harry now?" He shot a dark look at her over his shoulder as he turned his back to her and ceased his pacing. "I call you Draco." She said simply placing the roll on a napkin she had grabbed on the way out of the dining hall. "It's not the same. You're the only one I actually like calling me Draco." Draco loathed the obvious hint of hurt in his voice but if it made Genevieve feel bad then it was find by him. He heard he push away from the table and moment later closed his eyes as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm not used to calling people by their last names. I mean I call derrick by his last name sometimes but he's my best friend and my sister's boyfriend. He's like part of the family and I'm babbeling yet again. I'll shut up now."
Grabbing her hand as she tried to pull it away he turned and opened his eyes. "No I like it when you babble it's rather. cute." Pausing for a moment a cheesy grin appeared on his face. "I can't believe I just said cute." Making the grin leave his face he pulled her closer, leaned down and said his most serious voice, "You tell anyone I said cute and I'll.." The smile that curved her lips baffled him causing to trail his sentence off. Here he was threatening her and she was smiling up at him. "You'll what?" She asked stepping closer, tilting her face up to his. "This." He replied in a shaky voice before his lips claimed hers. Pulling her closer his heart gave a little start as she placed her arms around his kneck and pulling him down deepened the kiss by parting her lips. 'Is it always going to be like this.' He wondered as she pressed herself closer to him.
The sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway caused them to abruptly draw apart. "The next time Mr. Malfoy you would like alone time with Miss Conant you might want to lock the door. However, that would be inappropriate on school grounds now wouldn't it?" Looking over Genevieve's shoulder Draco paled slightly to see Professor Lupine in the door way. "Welcome back Professor. We were just." As the Professor stepped forward Draco released his hold on Genevieve and turned her around. "Just airing out the room for me?" The smile in his voice told Draco that Lupine was just toying with them. "Yes sir." Genevieve's voice starteled Draco causing him to look down at her. She was so calm and innocent looking, as if she had been straightening Draco's tie instead of kissing him.
"Miss Conant." Luping acknowledged her with a nod and a friendly smile. "Professor." Genevieve came back with a little cursty and a nod of her own. Walking to the table she sat down and retrieved the roll she had been eating only a few moments before. Regaining his composure Draco sat down once more at the table. "Join us Professor?" He asked Lupine in a strained voice gesturing to the basket of food. He wasn't sure if he could manage to eat anything after the kiss he and Genevieve had shared and been caught in the middle of. His whole throat tried to close on the piece of roll that he attempted to chew and swallow. Shaking his head Lupine moved to the desk at the front of the room and sat down. "No I'll just supervise." He said as laughter danced in his eyes. Nodding Draco forced himself to finish the roll.
'What would have happened if it had been Snape instead of Lupine.' Draco questioned silently as he sat back in his chair and watched Genevieve finish her roll and grab an orange from the basket. After she was done peeling the orange she offered him half of it. He felt his throat loosed as he relaxed a little. "Thanks for the lunch." She said softly before popping a slice in mouth. Nodding Draco gave her a small smile before biting into his own slice. 'I can't stay mad at her, why?' He asked himself as he swallowed the orange slice with a bit more ease than the roll. ~Because you just can't so there!~ Her voiced filled his mind, answering his unspoken question making him choke on the juice from the slice. Leaning forward she smiled as she took the orange half from him as he once more regained his composure.
"You ok?" Her voice was full of concern as were her eyes. "Yeah." He coughed out sitting back as he wiped the moisture from his eyes with the back of his hand. Voices were heard in the hallways and they were coming closer. "Looks like our lunch is about to be interrupted." She said with a little pout as she placed the remainder of her orange in the basket and stood up. "Millie!" She called out and a house elf appeared infront of her. "Please take this to the kitchen for me." She told the house elf giving her a grateful smile as the house elf took the basket and disappeared. "I hate to do that but there's no way I could get to the kitchen and back her in time for class, hell I don't even know where the kitchen is." She said as she sat back down and opened her book as the class room began to fill up.
Draco shrugged and opened his own book. He never had a problem ordering a house elf around. He talked to the house elves in his house more than he did to his parents during the summer. Glancing up from his book he saw Harry come in with Hermione and Ron in tow and he noticed the look that passed between him and Genevieve. She really hadn't answered his question but he knew deep down that there was nothing going on between his little fire fly and the boy wonder. 'She doesn't look at him like she looks at me.' He thought to himself as he looked down at his book and scooted his chair closer to her. ~Ofcourse not.~ Came her reply in his mind. "You're really going to have to teach me how to do that." He said softly, leaning ot the side closer to her. "But ofcourse." She replied in whisper as the trio took a seat infront of them. Crabbe and Goyle came in and took the two remaining seats beside Draco and he nodded to them, figuring if she could have her Griffindor friends he could have his Slytherin aquantances.
Defense against the darks arts was the most interesting class of the day. Draco had to admit that Genevieve's redwood wand with the unicorn hair fitted her. "Pity the Phoenix feather one didn't suit me." She said as she caught him studying her wand. "Potter has a one with a Phoenix feather." He stated flatly and noticed Harry's halt in conversation as he heard his name. Gratefully though the saint didn't turn around even when Crabbe made a joke and Goyle joined in on the laughter. 'Slightly immature.' He knew she heard his thought because she gave a slight snicker. He wasn't sure if it had been outload or in his mind but none of the famous three turned around to investigate. After class was over they walked to Professor Sprout's green house together with the rest of the students. "As long as were not working with Mandrake roots again I'll be just fine." He muttered under his breath as they walked into the green house.
"My sister is going to love this class." Genevieve told him about twenty minutes later as thy were potting some weird greeny shrubbery that smelled of licorice. "How am I going to tell you two apart?" He asked as he packed the soil in the pot around the shrubbery's root. "My sister is a light blonde and has green eyes. While I am a reddish blonde with blue eyes, other than that and our mirroring tattoos we're pretty much identical." She told him as she placed her finished pot on the shelf and moved to help him finish his. "Oh." He said softly as her hand brushed his in the dirt filled pot. "Yeah." She replied brushing the dirt off the top of his hands. "What's the matter Draco? Can't pot your own plan, have to get your mommie to help?" Seamus' chiding voice raked on Draco's nerves and he pulled his clinching fists out of the pot. "I see that you've grown most of your hair back over the summer Flammable Finnigan." Draco shot back in a dark voice. Stepping back Genevieve looked from Draco to Seamus and rolled her eyes before glancing in Harry's direction catching his worried look.
~He's just being your typical run of the mill ego driven image protecting guy.~ She sent to him as she walked towards the sink not at all surprised when he joined her there. "Not much different than the muggle school guys from backhome?" He asked her as he turned the water on. "Seeing as how I come from a road that only witches, except for my sister's boyfriend ofcourse, it's not much different. Except we don't take magical classes at school and we don't have house elves and people as tall as Hagrid unless ofcourse you count our basket ball players. Oh there I go.. babbeling again." She took a breath and ran her hands through the water, scrubbing them clean as Harry gave a soft chuckle. Shouting from the direction of Seamus and Draco drew their attention back to the fight.
"You're not happy with your Slytherin girls so you have go go for a Griffindor. Bad form Malfoy." Genevieve looked up at Harry as he made a tsking sound. "He thinks because Draco has you, a Griffindor, for a girlfriend that he's gone soft." He told her in a soft voice then leaning down asked in a whisper, "Has he?" Shaking her head Genevieve stepped away from Harry and went back to Draco's side. ~Yell at me, tell me it's all my fault.~ She urged him with her mind. Snapping his attention back to her his eyes wided slightly. 'Why?' he asked her silently. ~It'll get the attention off of your fight with Seamus. I'll even run out crying.~ Turning toward her he fixed her with a stony glare. "It's you're fault." He threw at her icily. Genevieve pretended to be taken aback, her eyes filling with confusion.
"What?" She asked in a soft strained voice. "Did I stutter Conant? I said it's your fault. If you hadn't shown up here I would not have gotten sidetracked. What was I thinking getting involved with a Griffindor?! You're nothing but trouble, you and your saintly friends." Nodding towards the infamous three he smirked then turned his glare to Genevieve. The tear that slipped down her cheek was almost his undoing. ~Finish it.~ She commanded him in his mind. Turning his back on her he walked over to a very satisfied looking Crabbe and Goyle and kept his back turned so he didn't see her run out, tears streaming down her face but he heard the hushed whispers around the room. 'I'm sorry Gene.' He thought sadly to himself, his face remaining unreadible.
End Chapter Three
Looks like the links messed up and didn't post on the bottom of CH 2 and then they messed up in comments.. here's the RPG site. angelfire.com/rpg2/crowhavendawning And. freewebs.com/firetwin Just putt the http and the www where they're supposed to go in the front of the links. Well as always questions and comments are welcomed.