Okay. I know Draco is probably terribly OOC (people are telling me.. No
scratch that..yelling at me. : ( JK) but, I can't write this story
without getting a little OOC. And it's also like this: this might not be
totally the same as how he acts in canon because I have my own picture of
him for this story. He's still the little stuck-up prat, whose evil and
practically picks on people for a living, but he's also grown up a bit
(he's seventh year now) and now thinks that he can get away with a great
deal, especially when it comes to Snape (Draco's like Snape's weakness..).
Hence Draco telling him that he did something, but still won't tell WHAT it
is. AND he was also to busy thinking about her to take notice to what he
was saying. But, thank you for your notes and I promise to pay more
attention to grammar and spelling (they're my weakness I tell you!)
Chapter Four: Night Patrol
Before Draco knew it, two had passed already passed. And for all he knew...Virginia still hated him. Seeing her every night had almost become kind of a schedule for him. But being with her was like daily chores...he didn't want to do it. Or so he thought.
Why did he constantly find himself thinking about her then? He was perfectly happy with Pansy. But, the stupid little redhead kept flashing before his eyes. When he was doing his homework. During class. Lunch. Dinner. Even during snogging sessions with Pansy she was still the center of his thoughts. It wasn't fair! And Draco wasn't used to things being unfair to him.
He didn't know WHY all this was happening. She was a Weasley. Weasley's are poor, ordinary, ill-tempered, redheaded...cute. 'NO! Where did that come from?!' he mentally yelled at himself,..kind...intelligent..challenging..unpredictable.. 'Stop, stop, STOP!'....hated the Malfoy's. That got him. And Malfoy's hated Weasley's. He smiled at this. The Weasleys were poor, homely, and weak. They were a disgrace to purebloods everywhere. They might have well been Muggles. Arthur would have liked that...
Draco smiled and leaned back in his chair. Someone's voice broke through his thoughts and he sat up quickly.
"Mr. Malfoy! Are you listening to anything I say?" Draco looked up into the cold gray eyes of his DADA professor. She was staring at him over tiny square glasses.
"I..I'm sorry professor. Was I asked a question?"
She glared at him. "Yes, I asked you what the most feared curse is?" he sighed.
"Avada Kedavra,"
"And why is that?" she asked placing her hands on her hips.
"Because it's the killing curse, it kills the victim instantly and none can survive it," he drawled. Well, except Potter...
"Good," she said approvingly. "And I would like a word with you after class," she said, turning back to the board. Draco's eyes widened. He hadn't been THAT out of the lesson?
So, he sat there for the rest of the class, paying attention just in case he was asked something again. Class ended after being assigned an essay that was to be due the next day (Draco thought it should a rule that you don't have to get homework when you had detention...he was going to be up all night) and he picked up his things but stayed behind. After everyone was gone he walked up to the front desk.
"You wanted to talk to me professor Vexsta?" he asked, slinging his book bag on his shoulder.
"Yes. I just wanted to tell you that you would (A/N: shouldn't it be 'will'. My comp. Said 'would' so I was confused.) be serving your detention with me tonight. Helping me grade papers, rearranged things and what-not," she said lightly, motioning her hand to the bookcase. Draco looked down at her long slender fingers. Upon one of them lay a small silver ring, lined with green diamonds and jewels shaping into a snake. If Draco didn't know better...he would have sworn his father had one just like it. Worn on the same finger too. Draco shook his head as his professor continued talking.
"And, if you don't mind, please inform Miss Weasley for me. I don't know the next time I'll be seeing her. I think she has my class tomorrow," she finished. Draco quickly looked up from her hand.
"Of course," he said. He slowly walked out the door. The ring still imprinted in his mind, pushing all thoughts of Ginny out of it.
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Ginny silently cursed to herself. Her book bag had spilt open...AGAIN. For about the third time that week. Draco must have done something to it...
God, she hated him. He was so utterly annoying. And mean. And cruel. He was such a bastard at times...no always. She didn't know how he could even stand himself. Surely he didn't think people actually LIKED that. Did he? Well, it would take someone as conceited as he was to think just that. And to think she had to spend every night for the whole month with that monstrosity! It was like he loved to torture her. This whole detention thing wasn't punishment for him. It was just an easier way to get on her nerves.
Although, Ginny couldn't deny that she found him funny every once and a while. In an odd, twisted humor sort of way. And it had certainly been hilarious those few days that he had "turned into a Weasley". He hadn't taken it well and had acted like a small child that had just got an absolutely repulsive Christmas gift. Everyone had found it ironically funny, especially since Draco was always making fun of the Weasleys for their hair (and other things). And Ron had found it amusing at first...that is, until Harry started stating how much him and Malfoy made a perfect couple and looked just alike.
The whole time Draco had been complaining about how he wanted his "beautiful blond hair" back. He did it so much that Ginny practically hexed the red out of his hair during their detention of cleaning trophies just to get him to shut up. Which didn't help, because then he was complaining about how he could still see a hint of orange amongst his strands.
Ginny reached out to grab a quill in front of her when someone's boot came down on it, barely missing her fingers.
"What the-" she looked up into the cold eyes of Draco. Not this again. This was where that whole stupid detention thing had started.
"This would be where I said something about you being poor...BUT, seeing as I have to talk to you...I'll leave that for later," he smirked.
"What happened to that whole 'civil' thing," she asked. He laughed slightly, it wasn't a nice laugh.
"I think that ended when you turned my hair red," he put in. She sighed.
"You just can't take a joke, can you?" he looked at her.
"What do you mean 'I can't take a joke'? Are you trying to tell me that you MEANT to do that and that it WASN'T just a side affect?" he asked coldly, shooting daggers at her.
"Well... I can't say that the sugar was COMPLETELY harmless.." she said, trying to sound innocent. His mouth dropped slightly.
"I can't believe this," he said, shaking his head slightly. She crossed her arms, trying to make herself look bigger although it was impossible for her position. Still on the ground.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked firmly. He let out a puff of air.
"Our detention tonight is with professor Vexsta. 9:00. She told me to tell you. That's all,"
"Is there anything else?" she asked. Draco thought for a moment. WAS there anything else? Yes, there was. He just didn't know exactly what it was. 'I'm sorry,'? No, that didn't sound like something he'd say. 'I've been a jerk lately,'? No, that was even worse. 'I think I might be starting to like you Virginia. I can't get you out of my mind no matter how much I try'. That was a DEFINITE 'No' Draco would make sure those words never escaped his lips. So, instead he settled for:
"No, nothing else. I guess I'm stuck with seeing you then," he said, before turning and disappearing down the hall.
"He is so unreasonable," she said to herself as she finished picking up the rest of her belongings and getting off the floor.
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Draco sat in the DADA classroom that night across from Ginny. A large stack of off-white parchment sat in front of them. Professor Vexsta was off doing something by her desk.
He quickly grabbed a red inked quill to grade with, and set to work, being careful not to looked up at Ginny, afraid that she was going to bit his head off...and also he wasn't sure if he'd be able to STOP staring at her...for some reason.
He looked at the first paper. At the top of the paper was the name. Draco Malfoy. He looked back between it and the 'key' professor Vexsta gave him. He got close enough. 30/50? No, of course not. 50/50.
He smiled and pulled even more papers out of the stack to work on. He actually started having fun after the first ten minutes.
Grading papers...this was great! And teachers got to do this everyday? He wondered why teachers always seemed so grouchy. If HE were a teacher and HE got to grade papers...he'd be spent. Just take off points for how much you don't like the person. Or add them if you do (or if they were yourself...)
Hmm. Harry Potter. 46/50. No, that wouldn't do. "0/50", Draco wrote at the top. He looked at the next paper. Ronald Weasley, 44/50. Draco thought for a moment before smirking and writing: "-100/50"
Ginny chose that exact moment to look over at him. She saw his scores.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes widening a bit. He rolled his.
"Grading paper's. What does it look like? Are you too poor to afford glasses or something?" he could see her eyes flare at this. Draco Malfoy just scored a point in the 'Annoy Ginny Weasley Game'.
She glared at him. "Give me those," she said, grabbing his stack of finished homework. She looked them over. "Oh my god, you've done ALL of these wrong!"
"Yeah, I know. My favorite was your brother's," he said. She gave him an odd look and quickly searched the papers for Ron's.
"Arg! I can't believe you!" she said upon finding it. "Negative one hundred out of fifty? What the hell is that?" she asked, outraged. Draco merely shrugged. She glared at him again before turning back to re-correcting the papers he had already done. Draco went back to his unfinished stack. There was a paper that seemed out of place in amongst the rest. He frowned and plucked it out.
It was blank. But the second his hands touched it, dark green writing started materializing.
'I'll see you in your chambers this Tuesday at 11:00. No exceptions. We have something to discuss.'
He stared down at it in confusion. Did that mean today? It was Tuesday all right, but how old was this letter? And what was up with the disappearing ink and such? At the bottom of the paper was a crest. With a snake wrapped around a sword and a Latin saying at the bottom. Draco's mouth would have fallen to the floor had it not been attached to his head, so instead, it just hung there. That was the Malfoy coat of arms. But what..
"What the hell!?" he exclaimed very loudly. Ginny turned to him and gave him an annoyed look.
"What is it NOW?" she asked. Professor Vexsta had turned to them.
"Mr. Malfoy, I advise you to watch your language in my class, even if we're not in a lesson. Is there something wrong?" she asked. Draco brought his hand up to shut his mouth and turned the paper upside down to conceal it.
"No, nothing's wrong....nothing," he said quickly. She frowned.
"All right,"
Draco was still frowning at the letter in his hands. What the hell??? was all he could think. He dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Virginia," he said. She didn't acknowledge him. He thought she didn't hear. He raised his voice a little.
"Virginia!" he said, still whispering. She didn't looked up.
"I heard you the first time," she said icily. He frowned. Don't be difficult NOW! He wanted to scream.
"Virginia, come here," he motioned her closer to him. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him questionably.
"Just do it," she murmured something and quickly was inches away from him. Draco would have really like this..but under the circumstances he wasn't paying attention to that.
"What?" she hissed as quietly as him.
"Look what I found," he said, carefully handing her the paper. She looked bewildered and took it.
"It's just a blank piece of paper Malfoy," her voice dripping with acid. He frowned again and grabbed the paper back from her. The words materialized themselves for the second time. He gave it back to her.
"What do you see?" he asked quietly.
"Still nothing. I don't know what you're trying to pull Draco but I don't like it,"
He got closer to her to look at the paper. While her hands were on it, it was blank. The green words gone. His confusion deepened to a 'What the fuck?'
Without thinking, he glanced at his watch. It was 10:58. So, did that mean...?
"Oh, if you two excuse me. I have something to take care of. I'll be back quite shortly," she said. She got up and headed to a door on the other side of the room. No doubt where her private chambers were. Draco's mouth dropped a tiny bit more upon seeing her serpent ring again. Now he was sure his father had the same one.
He quickly turned to Ginny.
"Weasley, I think she's up to something," he said.
"What are you on about?"
"Hold on," he got up and made his way across the room. He didn't remember Vexsta locking the door. So that meant he'd be able to get into there.
Ginny stood up quickly with shock. "Draco what are you doing?" she asked, hissing again. He held his hand up to silence her and continued to the professors chambers.
"Draco," she warned. "You can't go in there,"
He reached the door. It was slightly ajar. He put his hand to it and it opened a tiny bit with out noise, which was a relief. He heard voices and saw his teacher over by the fireplace of the room, her back turned to him.
A male voice came from somewhere. The fire. "Does anyone suspect?" Draco's forehead crinkled. That voice sounded horribly familiar.
"No, Severus doesn't suspect a thing. Nor Dumbledore. Or anyone else for that matter," professor Vexsta answered to the flames. Draco ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep his breathing quiet.
"How soon are you going to be ready?" the voice asked again.
"Very soon," she said. "Almost everything is in place. It will all be done soon..."
"Good,"
Draco wanted to stay and hear more but the soft 'pop' meaning the visitor was gone told him to leave. He hastily made his way back to his seat and tried to pretend as nothing had happened as professor Vexsta walked back out. The whole time Ginny was throwing him evil looks.
"Well, it seems you two have been a great help. You may go now," she said, returning to her desk. Draco got out of the room a quick as he could and waited for Ginny. When she got out she immediately started talking.
"You just spied on a teacher you stupid prat! You could have gotten caught!" she said, making her way down the hall with him. He turned to her.
"You're lucky I spied on her. Something's definitely up,"
"What ARE you talking about?" she asked again.
"Well, I saw this letter, and her ring and she was talking..." Ginny interrupted him.
"You are so stupid," she said, shaking her head and walking in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. After a few seconds he ran to catch up with her.
"Listen Weasley," he said, grabbing her arm a little more roughly than he would have liked, "why don't you believe me?"
"Let go of me," she said sharply. He didn't obey. "I wouldn't believe you if my life depended on it,"
"Oh, don't be so sure. People do odd things when their life is involved," he said. But she was already pulling away and headed down the hall.
"Fine. I'll just have to find out what's going on myself," he said determined, for he KNEW that had been his father back in her fireplace.
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Draco sat back in his bed. He couldn't very well ask his father what was going on. He wouldn't tell him if he did.
He tried to remember the conversation word for word.
'Does anyone suspect?'
'No, Severus doesn't suspect a thing. Nor, does Dumbledore. Or anyone else for that matter,'
'How soon are you going to be ready?'
'Very soon. Almost everything is in place. It will all be over soon...'
'Good,'
Draco frowned. What was all that supposed to mean? Well, Vexsta was wrong about the 'nobody suspecting' part. Because he did. Although, he didn't know what he suspected. He was just getting suspicious.
But, the ring, and the letter. It didn't really make sense...
Suddenly, Draco sat up. He had just thought of something. This was going to be like some mystery HE'D get to solve. Not that stupid Potter. It was his turn to be the hero. To show Potter just who he was dealing with. It couldn't be that hard. Just do a little sneaking around, and go to Dumbledore. He probably wouldn't even end up in the Hospital wing like Potter did every year.
He looked over at the clock without thinking and sighed. He had another detention in about a half an hour. Night Patrol. Not good. That was going to be SO boring.
Getting even more bored at the moment, Draco grabbed at book off of his nightstand. '101 Useful Dark Charms'. His father had gotten it for him last year. Draco flipped through the pages. He looked down. This part of the book was about charms that followed their victims, reeking havoc on their surroundings. Some of the charms had followed people for even years, usually resulting in the victims going crazy to some degree by the end.
A sudden breeze ran through the room, causing some of the pages to turn. The book came to rest on a section about letters. Draco frowned and started reading.
'In some cases, where there letter is intended to only be read by a certain person, a Blood Tracker Charm can be used. It can tell when a certain person's blood and body heat are in contact with the letter. Then, it will only activate and show writing when the reader or sender of the letter touch it. Some problems with this Charm conclude in the fact that it tracks a certain 'blood'. Meaning that it can possibly get a range of people unintended to read it if they are in a way related to one of these people intended to.'
It kept going on and on about different ways to perform the spell and what not. But Draco had stopped reading.
So then it WAS his father. The coat of arms, him being able to read it. It seemed to make sense. But where did Vexsta come in? And what didn't they want people suspecting?
Casually, Draco glanced at his clock.
"Oh, crap!" he was already ten minutes late. He quickly grabbed his cloak and ran down the stairs and out of the common room. He stopped, where was he supposed to go? He couldn't remember. Maybe he should go and try to find Ginny.
"Finally."
Draco jumped and looked around. His eyes fell on Ginny. She had her arms cross and was standing outside the Slytherin entrance. Obviously waiting for him.
"I would have gone up and got you, BUT I don't know the password," she said.
"So, what are we supposed to be doing? Where's the detention teacher?" he asked, quite suddenly. She looked at him.
"We don't really have one today. I guess the teacher thought we've been doing good so their giving us kind of a free one. All we have to do is walk around and give any students who are out detentions. Professor McGonagall will be checking up on us every once and a while to make sure we're doing what we're supposed to,"
"All right," he said. Heading down the hall with her.
They had been walking around for about two hours and had only given out one detention. And Draco hadn't even got to do it. Ginny did. As they were rounding the corner they heard someone talking. Draco stopped so he could hear what they were saying.
"Hermione. I don't like sneaking around like this. It's not fair to me, it's not fair to you, and it's not fair to everyone. Especially Ron. He's my best friend and I don't like the thought about going behind his back," that voice sounded familiar..
There was silence.
"But, Harry, you know he's going to take it all wrong. He's going to be so upset,"
Draco heard a small gasp come from Ginny. He looked over at her and a look of sadness had washed over her face.
"Well, it's evident that you didn't know about Potter and the Mudblood. I'm quite surprise myself. This is my detention to give out,"
She didn't have time to stop him before he stepped out into view of the two they were spying on.
"Well, well, well. Very touching, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to give you two detentions," he said, crossing his arms.
"What are you talking about Malfoy? You're out too,"
"Ah, but I have night patrol. I'm supposed to be giving out detentions. Professor Snape will be notified and will give you further information on when you will serve it. Now, I suggest that you go up to your dorm and finish your love fest there,"
Harry's mouth opened slightly and Hermione had a small look of fear on her face.
"How long were you there?"
"Long enough,"
Harry made a small growling sound which Draco found quite funny, but Hermione held him back.
"Come on, Harry. Don't waste your energy,"
And with that they headed back down the opposite way.
He felt Ginny presence beside him again and he didn't say anything. He was listening very closely to their surroundings. It sounded like some one was coming down the hall from behind them. He heard hushed voices.
"I think that's professor Vexsta...come on, we've got to hide," he said quickly.
"What are you talking about, WE'RE night patrol, we can't get in trouble," she looked at him. He shook his head.
"No, come on," she didn't move. He could hear Vexsta getting closer.
"Fine, all do it my self," he said. He pushed her into the shadows and pinned her between him and the wall. He could tell she was about to protest.
"Shh! Don't make a sound," he whispered urgently. Oddly, she listened to him and didn't say anything. He turned around, trying to remain silent. The next second, professor Vexsta walked into view. She had her sleeve rolled up and her wand was on her arm, it was too dark to see much more. She was whispering to someone or something. As she passed Draco could hear what she was saying.
"I don't think he's going to be a problem, Master. I've almost got everything set up for Friday and then the boy is yours. The plan is flawless. You will get him this time..."
"Yes, we will. Very good, Vexsta," that voice had seemed to come from Vexsta herself. Draco listened intently to 'them'.
"I must go Master. I'm in danger of being seen," she said, taking her wand down. The voice didn't answer back and the hall was silent. Draco held his breath as Vexsta made her way down the hall. When she was out of site he let out a large amount of breath.
"What was all that about?" he heard from behind him.
"I don't know," he said, turning around. He took a quick intake of breath when he noticed how close he still was to Ginny. He had his hands on the wall on each side of her shoulders. She was still pinned between the wall and him. He could hear her quick breathing. For a tense second they didn't say anything.
Without thinking, Draco bent down and pressed his lips against hers. A tingling sensation ran through his body. It was something he had never felt before and it was odd. But he didn't break away because...it felt good.
Kissing Pansy was nothing like this. Him and Ginny were barely kissing (on the account that she wasn't kissing back) and it still was better.
Suddenly, he felt as though something was being ripped away from him, he gave a small cry and tried to grab it back. But it wasn't there. He opened his eyes. Ginny had pushed him off of her with a lot of force and he was now several feet away.
"What the hell was that?!" she asked, looking repulsed. Draco opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
"I-I don't know, you tell me!" he said. Trying to sound as though he hadn't wanted what had just happened.
"Arg! You sick bastard. You haven't changed one bit within the last to weeks," she said before turning and stumping down the hall. Draco watched her leave.
He leaned back on the wall, licked his lips and smiled.
"Mmm... Strawberry..."
A/N!: OKAY! They kissed!!!!!!!!!! Mmm.. Strawberry..lol. blah blah blah, regular note... Thank you for reviews... there will be more chapters..blah blah blah. ANYWAYZ... I'm in a pretty good mood today BECAUSE I get to go out on my dirt bike!! Woopee! Soooo. that means I have to go get all my clothes and helmet and crap so.. I'll see ya in the next chapter!!!!!!
Chapter Four: Night Patrol
Before Draco knew it, two had passed already passed. And for all he knew...Virginia still hated him. Seeing her every night had almost become kind of a schedule for him. But being with her was like daily chores...he didn't want to do it. Or so he thought.
Why did he constantly find himself thinking about her then? He was perfectly happy with Pansy. But, the stupid little redhead kept flashing before his eyes. When he was doing his homework. During class. Lunch. Dinner. Even during snogging sessions with Pansy she was still the center of his thoughts. It wasn't fair! And Draco wasn't used to things being unfair to him.
He didn't know WHY all this was happening. She was a Weasley. Weasley's are poor, ordinary, ill-tempered, redheaded...cute. 'NO! Where did that come from?!' he mentally yelled at himself,..kind...intelligent..challenging..unpredictable.. 'Stop, stop, STOP!'....hated the Malfoy's. That got him. And Malfoy's hated Weasley's. He smiled at this. The Weasleys were poor, homely, and weak. They were a disgrace to purebloods everywhere. They might have well been Muggles. Arthur would have liked that...
Draco smiled and leaned back in his chair. Someone's voice broke through his thoughts and he sat up quickly.
"Mr. Malfoy! Are you listening to anything I say?" Draco looked up into the cold gray eyes of his DADA professor. She was staring at him over tiny square glasses.
"I..I'm sorry professor. Was I asked a question?"
She glared at him. "Yes, I asked you what the most feared curse is?" he sighed.
"Avada Kedavra,"
"And why is that?" she asked placing her hands on her hips.
"Because it's the killing curse, it kills the victim instantly and none can survive it," he drawled. Well, except Potter...
"Good," she said approvingly. "And I would like a word with you after class," she said, turning back to the board. Draco's eyes widened. He hadn't been THAT out of the lesson?
So, he sat there for the rest of the class, paying attention just in case he was asked something again. Class ended after being assigned an essay that was to be due the next day (Draco thought it should a rule that you don't have to get homework when you had detention...he was going to be up all night) and he picked up his things but stayed behind. After everyone was gone he walked up to the front desk.
"You wanted to talk to me professor Vexsta?" he asked, slinging his book bag on his shoulder.
"Yes. I just wanted to tell you that you would (A/N: shouldn't it be 'will'. My comp. Said 'would' so I was confused.) be serving your detention with me tonight. Helping me grade papers, rearranged things and what-not," she said lightly, motioning her hand to the bookcase. Draco looked down at her long slender fingers. Upon one of them lay a small silver ring, lined with green diamonds and jewels shaping into a snake. If Draco didn't know better...he would have sworn his father had one just like it. Worn on the same finger too. Draco shook his head as his professor continued talking.
"And, if you don't mind, please inform Miss Weasley for me. I don't know the next time I'll be seeing her. I think she has my class tomorrow," she finished. Draco quickly looked up from her hand.
"Of course," he said. He slowly walked out the door. The ring still imprinted in his mind, pushing all thoughts of Ginny out of it.
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Ginny silently cursed to herself. Her book bag had spilt open...AGAIN. For about the third time that week. Draco must have done something to it...
God, she hated him. He was so utterly annoying. And mean. And cruel. He was such a bastard at times...no always. She didn't know how he could even stand himself. Surely he didn't think people actually LIKED that. Did he? Well, it would take someone as conceited as he was to think just that. And to think she had to spend every night for the whole month with that monstrosity! It was like he loved to torture her. This whole detention thing wasn't punishment for him. It was just an easier way to get on her nerves.
Although, Ginny couldn't deny that she found him funny every once and a while. In an odd, twisted humor sort of way. And it had certainly been hilarious those few days that he had "turned into a Weasley". He hadn't taken it well and had acted like a small child that had just got an absolutely repulsive Christmas gift. Everyone had found it ironically funny, especially since Draco was always making fun of the Weasleys for their hair (and other things). And Ron had found it amusing at first...that is, until Harry started stating how much him and Malfoy made a perfect couple and looked just alike.
The whole time Draco had been complaining about how he wanted his "beautiful blond hair" back. He did it so much that Ginny practically hexed the red out of his hair during their detention of cleaning trophies just to get him to shut up. Which didn't help, because then he was complaining about how he could still see a hint of orange amongst his strands.
Ginny reached out to grab a quill in front of her when someone's boot came down on it, barely missing her fingers.
"What the-" she looked up into the cold eyes of Draco. Not this again. This was where that whole stupid detention thing had started.
"This would be where I said something about you being poor...BUT, seeing as I have to talk to you...I'll leave that for later," he smirked.
"What happened to that whole 'civil' thing," she asked. He laughed slightly, it wasn't a nice laugh.
"I think that ended when you turned my hair red," he put in. She sighed.
"You just can't take a joke, can you?" he looked at her.
"What do you mean 'I can't take a joke'? Are you trying to tell me that you MEANT to do that and that it WASN'T just a side affect?" he asked coldly, shooting daggers at her.
"Well... I can't say that the sugar was COMPLETELY harmless.." she said, trying to sound innocent. His mouth dropped slightly.
"I can't believe this," he said, shaking his head slightly. She crossed her arms, trying to make herself look bigger although it was impossible for her position. Still on the ground.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked firmly. He let out a puff of air.
"Our detention tonight is with professor Vexsta. 9:00. She told me to tell you. That's all,"
"Is there anything else?" she asked. Draco thought for a moment. WAS there anything else? Yes, there was. He just didn't know exactly what it was. 'I'm sorry,'? No, that didn't sound like something he'd say. 'I've been a jerk lately,'? No, that was even worse. 'I think I might be starting to like you Virginia. I can't get you out of my mind no matter how much I try'. That was a DEFINITE 'No' Draco would make sure those words never escaped his lips. So, instead he settled for:
"No, nothing else. I guess I'm stuck with seeing you then," he said, before turning and disappearing down the hall.
"He is so unreasonable," she said to herself as she finished picking up the rest of her belongings and getting off the floor.
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Draco sat in the DADA classroom that night across from Ginny. A large stack of off-white parchment sat in front of them. Professor Vexsta was off doing something by her desk.
He quickly grabbed a red inked quill to grade with, and set to work, being careful not to looked up at Ginny, afraid that she was going to bit his head off...and also he wasn't sure if he'd be able to STOP staring at her...for some reason.
He looked at the first paper. At the top of the paper was the name. Draco Malfoy. He looked back between it and the 'key' professor Vexsta gave him. He got close enough. 30/50? No, of course not. 50/50.
He smiled and pulled even more papers out of the stack to work on. He actually started having fun after the first ten minutes.
Grading papers...this was great! And teachers got to do this everyday? He wondered why teachers always seemed so grouchy. If HE were a teacher and HE got to grade papers...he'd be spent. Just take off points for how much you don't like the person. Or add them if you do (or if they were yourself...)
Hmm. Harry Potter. 46/50. No, that wouldn't do. "0/50", Draco wrote at the top. He looked at the next paper. Ronald Weasley, 44/50. Draco thought for a moment before smirking and writing: "-100/50"
Ginny chose that exact moment to look over at him. She saw his scores.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes widening a bit. He rolled his.
"Grading paper's. What does it look like? Are you too poor to afford glasses or something?" he could see her eyes flare at this. Draco Malfoy just scored a point in the 'Annoy Ginny Weasley Game'.
She glared at him. "Give me those," she said, grabbing his stack of finished homework. She looked them over. "Oh my god, you've done ALL of these wrong!"
"Yeah, I know. My favorite was your brother's," he said. She gave him an odd look and quickly searched the papers for Ron's.
"Arg! I can't believe you!" she said upon finding it. "Negative one hundred out of fifty? What the hell is that?" she asked, outraged. Draco merely shrugged. She glared at him again before turning back to re-correcting the papers he had already done. Draco went back to his unfinished stack. There was a paper that seemed out of place in amongst the rest. He frowned and plucked it out.
It was blank. But the second his hands touched it, dark green writing started materializing.
'I'll see you in your chambers this Tuesday at 11:00. No exceptions. We have something to discuss.'
He stared down at it in confusion. Did that mean today? It was Tuesday all right, but how old was this letter? And what was up with the disappearing ink and such? At the bottom of the paper was a crest. With a snake wrapped around a sword and a Latin saying at the bottom. Draco's mouth would have fallen to the floor had it not been attached to his head, so instead, it just hung there. That was the Malfoy coat of arms. But what..
"What the hell!?" he exclaimed very loudly. Ginny turned to him and gave him an annoyed look.
"What is it NOW?" she asked. Professor Vexsta had turned to them.
"Mr. Malfoy, I advise you to watch your language in my class, even if we're not in a lesson. Is there something wrong?" she asked. Draco brought his hand up to shut his mouth and turned the paper upside down to conceal it.
"No, nothing's wrong....nothing," he said quickly. She frowned.
"All right,"
Draco was still frowning at the letter in his hands. What the hell??? was all he could think. He dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Virginia," he said. She didn't acknowledge him. He thought she didn't hear. He raised his voice a little.
"Virginia!" he said, still whispering. She didn't looked up.
"I heard you the first time," she said icily. He frowned. Don't be difficult NOW! He wanted to scream.
"Virginia, come here," he motioned her closer to him. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him questionably.
"Just do it," she murmured something and quickly was inches away from him. Draco would have really like this..but under the circumstances he wasn't paying attention to that.
"What?" she hissed as quietly as him.
"Look what I found," he said, carefully handing her the paper. She looked bewildered and took it.
"It's just a blank piece of paper Malfoy," her voice dripping with acid. He frowned again and grabbed the paper back from her. The words materialized themselves for the second time. He gave it back to her.
"What do you see?" he asked quietly.
"Still nothing. I don't know what you're trying to pull Draco but I don't like it,"
He got closer to her to look at the paper. While her hands were on it, it was blank. The green words gone. His confusion deepened to a 'What the fuck?'
Without thinking, he glanced at his watch. It was 10:58. So, did that mean...?
"Oh, if you two excuse me. I have something to take care of. I'll be back quite shortly," she said. She got up and headed to a door on the other side of the room. No doubt where her private chambers were. Draco's mouth dropped a tiny bit more upon seeing her serpent ring again. Now he was sure his father had the same one.
He quickly turned to Ginny.
"Weasley, I think she's up to something," he said.
"What are you on about?"
"Hold on," he got up and made his way across the room. He didn't remember Vexsta locking the door. So that meant he'd be able to get into there.
Ginny stood up quickly with shock. "Draco what are you doing?" she asked, hissing again. He held his hand up to silence her and continued to the professors chambers.
"Draco," she warned. "You can't go in there,"
He reached the door. It was slightly ajar. He put his hand to it and it opened a tiny bit with out noise, which was a relief. He heard voices and saw his teacher over by the fireplace of the room, her back turned to him.
A male voice came from somewhere. The fire. "Does anyone suspect?" Draco's forehead crinkled. That voice sounded horribly familiar.
"No, Severus doesn't suspect a thing. Nor Dumbledore. Or anyone else for that matter," professor Vexsta answered to the flames. Draco ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep his breathing quiet.
"How soon are you going to be ready?" the voice asked again.
"Very soon," she said. "Almost everything is in place. It will all be done soon..."
"Good,"
Draco wanted to stay and hear more but the soft 'pop' meaning the visitor was gone told him to leave. He hastily made his way back to his seat and tried to pretend as nothing had happened as professor Vexsta walked back out. The whole time Ginny was throwing him evil looks.
"Well, it seems you two have been a great help. You may go now," she said, returning to her desk. Draco got out of the room a quick as he could and waited for Ginny. When she got out she immediately started talking.
"You just spied on a teacher you stupid prat! You could have gotten caught!" she said, making her way down the hall with him. He turned to her.
"You're lucky I spied on her. Something's definitely up,"
"What ARE you talking about?" she asked again.
"Well, I saw this letter, and her ring and she was talking..." Ginny interrupted him.
"You are so stupid," she said, shaking her head and walking in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. After a few seconds he ran to catch up with her.
"Listen Weasley," he said, grabbing her arm a little more roughly than he would have liked, "why don't you believe me?"
"Let go of me," she said sharply. He didn't obey. "I wouldn't believe you if my life depended on it,"
"Oh, don't be so sure. People do odd things when their life is involved," he said. But she was already pulling away and headed down the hall.
"Fine. I'll just have to find out what's going on myself," he said determined, for he KNEW that had been his father back in her fireplace.
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Draco sat back in his bed. He couldn't very well ask his father what was going on. He wouldn't tell him if he did.
He tried to remember the conversation word for word.
'Does anyone suspect?'
'No, Severus doesn't suspect a thing. Nor, does Dumbledore. Or anyone else for that matter,'
'How soon are you going to be ready?'
'Very soon. Almost everything is in place. It will all be over soon...'
'Good,'
Draco frowned. What was all that supposed to mean? Well, Vexsta was wrong about the 'nobody suspecting' part. Because he did. Although, he didn't know what he suspected. He was just getting suspicious.
But, the ring, and the letter. It didn't really make sense...
Suddenly, Draco sat up. He had just thought of something. This was going to be like some mystery HE'D get to solve. Not that stupid Potter. It was his turn to be the hero. To show Potter just who he was dealing with. It couldn't be that hard. Just do a little sneaking around, and go to Dumbledore. He probably wouldn't even end up in the Hospital wing like Potter did every year.
He looked over at the clock without thinking and sighed. He had another detention in about a half an hour. Night Patrol. Not good. That was going to be SO boring.
Getting even more bored at the moment, Draco grabbed at book off of his nightstand. '101 Useful Dark Charms'. His father had gotten it for him last year. Draco flipped through the pages. He looked down. This part of the book was about charms that followed their victims, reeking havoc on their surroundings. Some of the charms had followed people for even years, usually resulting in the victims going crazy to some degree by the end.
A sudden breeze ran through the room, causing some of the pages to turn. The book came to rest on a section about letters. Draco frowned and started reading.
'In some cases, where there letter is intended to only be read by a certain person, a Blood Tracker Charm can be used. It can tell when a certain person's blood and body heat are in contact with the letter. Then, it will only activate and show writing when the reader or sender of the letter touch it. Some problems with this Charm conclude in the fact that it tracks a certain 'blood'. Meaning that it can possibly get a range of people unintended to read it if they are in a way related to one of these people intended to.'
It kept going on and on about different ways to perform the spell and what not. But Draco had stopped reading.
So then it WAS his father. The coat of arms, him being able to read it. It seemed to make sense. But where did Vexsta come in? And what didn't they want people suspecting?
Casually, Draco glanced at his clock.
"Oh, crap!" he was already ten minutes late. He quickly grabbed his cloak and ran down the stairs and out of the common room. He stopped, where was he supposed to go? He couldn't remember. Maybe he should go and try to find Ginny.
"Finally."
Draco jumped and looked around. His eyes fell on Ginny. She had her arms cross and was standing outside the Slytherin entrance. Obviously waiting for him.
"I would have gone up and got you, BUT I don't know the password," she said.
"So, what are we supposed to be doing? Where's the detention teacher?" he asked, quite suddenly. She looked at him.
"We don't really have one today. I guess the teacher thought we've been doing good so their giving us kind of a free one. All we have to do is walk around and give any students who are out detentions. Professor McGonagall will be checking up on us every once and a while to make sure we're doing what we're supposed to,"
"All right," he said. Heading down the hall with her.
They had been walking around for about two hours and had only given out one detention. And Draco hadn't even got to do it. Ginny did. As they were rounding the corner they heard someone talking. Draco stopped so he could hear what they were saying.
"Hermione. I don't like sneaking around like this. It's not fair to me, it's not fair to you, and it's not fair to everyone. Especially Ron. He's my best friend and I don't like the thought about going behind his back," that voice sounded familiar..
There was silence.
"But, Harry, you know he's going to take it all wrong. He's going to be so upset,"
Draco heard a small gasp come from Ginny. He looked over at her and a look of sadness had washed over her face.
"Well, it's evident that you didn't know about Potter and the Mudblood. I'm quite surprise myself. This is my detention to give out,"
She didn't have time to stop him before he stepped out into view of the two they were spying on.
"Well, well, well. Very touching, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to give you two detentions," he said, crossing his arms.
"What are you talking about Malfoy? You're out too,"
"Ah, but I have night patrol. I'm supposed to be giving out detentions. Professor Snape will be notified and will give you further information on when you will serve it. Now, I suggest that you go up to your dorm and finish your love fest there,"
Harry's mouth opened slightly and Hermione had a small look of fear on her face.
"How long were you there?"
"Long enough,"
Harry made a small growling sound which Draco found quite funny, but Hermione held him back.
"Come on, Harry. Don't waste your energy,"
And with that they headed back down the opposite way.
He felt Ginny presence beside him again and he didn't say anything. He was listening very closely to their surroundings. It sounded like some one was coming down the hall from behind them. He heard hushed voices.
"I think that's professor Vexsta...come on, we've got to hide," he said quickly.
"What are you talking about, WE'RE night patrol, we can't get in trouble," she looked at him. He shook his head.
"No, come on," she didn't move. He could hear Vexsta getting closer.
"Fine, all do it my self," he said. He pushed her into the shadows and pinned her between him and the wall. He could tell she was about to protest.
"Shh! Don't make a sound," he whispered urgently. Oddly, she listened to him and didn't say anything. He turned around, trying to remain silent. The next second, professor Vexsta walked into view. She had her sleeve rolled up and her wand was on her arm, it was too dark to see much more. She was whispering to someone or something. As she passed Draco could hear what she was saying.
"I don't think he's going to be a problem, Master. I've almost got everything set up for Friday and then the boy is yours. The plan is flawless. You will get him this time..."
"Yes, we will. Very good, Vexsta," that voice had seemed to come from Vexsta herself. Draco listened intently to 'them'.
"I must go Master. I'm in danger of being seen," she said, taking her wand down. The voice didn't answer back and the hall was silent. Draco held his breath as Vexsta made her way down the hall. When she was out of site he let out a large amount of breath.
"What was all that about?" he heard from behind him.
"I don't know," he said, turning around. He took a quick intake of breath when he noticed how close he still was to Ginny. He had his hands on the wall on each side of her shoulders. She was still pinned between the wall and him. He could hear her quick breathing. For a tense second they didn't say anything.
Without thinking, Draco bent down and pressed his lips against hers. A tingling sensation ran through his body. It was something he had never felt before and it was odd. But he didn't break away because...it felt good.
Kissing Pansy was nothing like this. Him and Ginny were barely kissing (on the account that she wasn't kissing back) and it still was better.
Suddenly, he felt as though something was being ripped away from him, he gave a small cry and tried to grab it back. But it wasn't there. He opened his eyes. Ginny had pushed him off of her with a lot of force and he was now several feet away.
"What the hell was that?!" she asked, looking repulsed. Draco opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
"I-I don't know, you tell me!" he said. Trying to sound as though he hadn't wanted what had just happened.
"Arg! You sick bastard. You haven't changed one bit within the last to weeks," she said before turning and stumping down the hall. Draco watched her leave.
He leaned back on the wall, licked his lips and smiled.
"Mmm... Strawberry..."
A/N!: OKAY! They kissed!!!!!!!!!! Mmm.. Strawberry..lol. blah blah blah, regular note... Thank you for reviews... there will be more chapters..blah blah blah. ANYWAYZ... I'm in a pretty good mood today BECAUSE I get to go out on my dirt bike!! Woopee! Soooo. that means I have to go get all my clothes and helmet and crap so.. I'll see ya in the next chapter!!!!!!