Title: What the Heart Wants
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine. If you don't, it may or may not be mine.
Notes: A sequel and a side story are in the works. The side story is about a little night of passion mentioned later in the story. I don't tell much about in here, but the side story, currently being written by my cousin, gets into all the little details. That one will definitely be rated R. but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Anywho. on with the show! er. story. whatever.
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Chapter 1: Rebecca
Draco stared. He didn't know why. She wasn't the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and she wasn't really doing anything. All he knew was he'd been talking to Blaise Zabini, when suddenly his eyes had been drawn to a girl at the Ravenclaw table. He leaned over to Blaise and asked if he knew who she was, but, alas, he did not. In truth, she'd been there as long as they had. She just wasn't the type of person people noticed. They stared a moment longer before Hermione Granger (Ugh! A Gryffindor!) walked by and whispered to Draco, "Her name is Rebecca."
"Nobody asked you, Granger. Shouldn't you be at the Gryffindor Table kissing Potter's arse?"
"No. As a matter of fact I prefer Ron." She said hotly. And she stormed off in a huff.
Eventually, everybody finished their dinner and went to pack. The next day they would be going home for the summer. Draco carefully packed his things and went to bed. He nearly forgot about the girl, but the next day he saw her again. At breakfast, she wasn't eating. She simply stared at the book she was reading ("Jane Eyre" if you must know.) Some of her friends asked her to help with some last minute packing, so Draco's wonderings of her were cut short.
On the train, he saw her, yet again. He and Blaise were sitting alone in their compartment, when she stuck her head in and said, "May I sit here with you? There is nowhere else."
"Sure."
And this was how Draco came to know Rebecca. The whole way home, they asked each other lots of questions, completely ignoring Blaise, who completely understood. His best friend was finally in love. Of course, Blaise was the only one to have figured it out. Draco had no idea himself.
Draco found out that Rebecca was her middle name. She flat out refused to tell her first name. Draco argued that it couldn't be worse than his. She agreed, but still wouldn't tell. She was 16 and would be 17 in September, making her exactly 9 months younger than him. Her father's name was Kalabar Marsden, which was definitely a name Draco recognized. He had heard his father talk of him. He just couldn't remember where his father knew him from. He also found out that, young as she was, she had a small son named Oliver. She worked part time at a bookshop in Diagon Alley, although, more than that, she loved muggle literature and music. She was very kind, and a better sense of humor couldn't be found anywhere. All too soon, the train pulled into the station and they had to say goodbye.
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~ TBC ~
A/N: I know my chapters are short. The tiny journal I wrote it in has very small pages and it seemed longer. Anywho. Please review!!!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine. If you don't, it may or may not be mine.
Notes: A sequel and a side story are in the works. The side story is about a little night of passion mentioned later in the story. I don't tell much about in here, but the side story, currently being written by my cousin, gets into all the little details. That one will definitely be rated R. but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Anywho. on with the show! er. story. whatever.
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Chapter 1: Rebecca
Draco stared. He didn't know why. She wasn't the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and she wasn't really doing anything. All he knew was he'd been talking to Blaise Zabini, when suddenly his eyes had been drawn to a girl at the Ravenclaw table. He leaned over to Blaise and asked if he knew who she was, but, alas, he did not. In truth, she'd been there as long as they had. She just wasn't the type of person people noticed. They stared a moment longer before Hermione Granger (Ugh! A Gryffindor!) walked by and whispered to Draco, "Her name is Rebecca."
"Nobody asked you, Granger. Shouldn't you be at the Gryffindor Table kissing Potter's arse?"
"No. As a matter of fact I prefer Ron." She said hotly. And she stormed off in a huff.
Eventually, everybody finished their dinner and went to pack. The next day they would be going home for the summer. Draco carefully packed his things and went to bed. He nearly forgot about the girl, but the next day he saw her again. At breakfast, she wasn't eating. She simply stared at the book she was reading ("Jane Eyre" if you must know.) Some of her friends asked her to help with some last minute packing, so Draco's wonderings of her were cut short.
On the train, he saw her, yet again. He and Blaise were sitting alone in their compartment, when she stuck her head in and said, "May I sit here with you? There is nowhere else."
"Sure."
And this was how Draco came to know Rebecca. The whole way home, they asked each other lots of questions, completely ignoring Blaise, who completely understood. His best friend was finally in love. Of course, Blaise was the only one to have figured it out. Draco had no idea himself.
Draco found out that Rebecca was her middle name. She flat out refused to tell her first name. Draco argued that it couldn't be worse than his. She agreed, but still wouldn't tell. She was 16 and would be 17 in September, making her exactly 9 months younger than him. Her father's name was Kalabar Marsden, which was definitely a name Draco recognized. He had heard his father talk of him. He just couldn't remember where his father knew him from. He also found out that, young as she was, she had a small son named Oliver. She worked part time at a bookshop in Diagon Alley, although, more than that, she loved muggle literature and music. She was very kind, and a better sense of humor couldn't be found anywhere. All too soon, the train pulled into the station and they had to say goodbye.
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~ TBC ~
A/N: I know my chapters are short. The tiny journal I wrote it in has very small pages and it seemed longer. Anywho. Please review!!!