Bedtime Story:
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry
Potter.
Chapter Two:
"Panties?
Panties?! PANTIES?!!" Draco repeated to himself as the
Hogwarts Express zoomed towards Hogwarts.
"Dude,
why'd you keep repeating it? I mean I know they're cool and all but…"
Goyle trailed off as Draco glared at him. He looked over at Crabbe and
shrugged, Draco must just be in one of his moods.
'I can't
believe she yelled that across the station! Quiet little Ginny Weasley…Well,
not so quiet around me…What a way to start the year. This year seemed to be
starting out so good, too.' The year had started off well for Draco. His
detestable father, the moron, had finally messed up bad enough that Voldemort
had hauled off and killed him. Draco couldn't say that he was sorry, with his
father gone, there was no one to push him to become a Death Eater. Also, with
his father gone his mother was finally starting to regrow her backbone. Their
relationship would never be perfect, but at least now they were starting to
have one. They'd moved out of Malfoy Manor into a new house, the new one wasn't
as big as the Manor, but it was still huge, and cheery at that. He was starting
his seventh year of Hogwarts, his last, and he would be glad to leave. The one
bright spot was tormenting the other students, he liked arguing, it was one of
the few things that made him feel in control. 'Except arguing with her'
he thought miserably. Arguing with Ginny Weasely was not something he had control
over. She was the one person who could best him 9 times out of 10, and the 1
time out of 10 that he won, he's always left with a feeling of guilt, an
emotion usually completely alien to him. He didn't understand it, and he hated
it.
The
Hogwarts Express had pulled into Hogwarts and students were streaming off.
Draco and his cronies got off and joined the throng of students heading towards
the school. He saw Hagrid escorting the First Years, as always, and shook his
head at the sight of the young ones, looking small and scared. 'Hard to believe
any of us were ever that small' he thought, looking around at his fellow
Seventh Years as everyone gathered in the Dining Hall for the Sorting. As he
glanced around the room he caught sight of a certain red head of hair. He
grinned at the sight of her, although he didn't realize it. Over the past year
at school they had always seemed to be in each other's way, always running into
each other—unintentionally of course—and a fight always ensued. His grin
broadened as he remembered one particular fight, at the Yule Ball last year.
'She looked so beut…ridiculous in her dress robes…I couldn't help picking a
fight, I asked her to dance, well dared her to dance with me is more like it.'
He saw the stubborn tilt to her chin in his memory, 'I could see her thinking
that I thought she wouldn't be brave enough, she thought she was surprising me
when she said yes' They had quibbled on the dance floor over the usual
stuff…you know, 'Nice dress Weasel, I see the second hand shops have become too
expensive…How many garbage dumps did you have to dig through to find that
number?' and 'Not as many as you probably had to dig through to find your
personality, honestly, I didn't know males could get PMS this bad', and the
like. Draco laughed to himself over that, then sobered remembering what had
come next. 'I said something to her about Potter, about loving Potter…a real
low-blow…' he mused to himself. 'All music, dancing, everything stopped. We
were on the middle of the dance floor, and everyone held their breath as we
stared each other down…at some point she drew her wand and held it pointed at
my throat. In a soft voice, a deadly calm voice she replied so that no one else
could hear ' I…don't…love…Harry…Potter, find some new material, this is getting
old.' And in a louder voice, one the entire room could hear, shouted a curse
and turned and left the dance floor. Everyone laughed as Draco was forced to
break dance for the next fifteen minutes. '
Hmmm…I still haven't repaid her for that one…Oh the possibilities!!' Thoughts
of sweet revenge got him through the rest of the tedious sorting ceremony. He
spied her when everyone was heading off to the dorms and smirked, 'The little
Weasel has no idea what she's gotten herself into'.
A/N:
Hey!! I know this is not new, with the exception of deleting a line I thought
was stupid after uploading it originally. I just wanted to re-upload it and ask if anyone has any ideas
about what they would like to see happen next, I know in the broad scheme of
things what will happen, and I have part of Chapter 3 written, but I'm trying
to write longer chapters, and have developed writer's block. Grrr…Darn writer's
block! Anyway, if you have any ideas, e-mail them to me at pyrobunnie@angelfire.com , or add
them in your reviews!! Thank you so much!
Pyrobunnie