A/N: okies, now. to explain this chapter's lack of everything (aka
suckiness). I had a free sixth period and was supposed to be a math aide,
got bored and decided to write. So I apologize for EVERYTHING!! And again,
review and let me know what you think! To xing@fanfiction.com, the song was
originally called I AM HUMAN, but when Love Split Love Remade it, they also
changed the name to HOW SOON IS NOW. And to blah gurl, I'm sorry for the
confusion. The site wouldn't let me load italics, I believe that to be the
problem.
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Draco walked back to the dungeons, ambivalent. How could he have possibly invited the little Weasel to the party? What was he expecting to do... he could make it like last time.
A smirk tugged on his lips. Yes, last time was quite pleasing. The Weasel had shown up, as if she had been anticipating the event for weeks.
All he had to do was look at her, and she ran from the room, her hair flying behind her. much like earlier today. Yes, he would have pleasant surprise awaiting her. But, the question was, what to plan? Perhaps something from Snape's potions lab would shed some light on a topic.
He entered the classroom and went to the closet where the potions were kept. He swept his eyes across the shelves little vials, searching for the one that would cause Weasley the most embarrassment.
Finding nothing to his satisfaction, Draco ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think of something both evil and embarrassing. Perhaps, he could slip some Veritaserum potion in her drink. He and his 'friends' could have a lot of fun with that.
He found the ingredients and began mixing the potion, starting with the scarab beetles. A mischievous smile spread across his face. A while later, the potion was done, and he was on his way to the Slytherin Common Room.
The room was almost deserted; a few first years were working on a major assignment Snape had given them, but other than that the room was empty. Draco laughed at the naive first years. Didn't they know that Slytherins didn't have to do all the work assigned? Snape would almost never take points away from his own house.
A quick, murderous, glare sent the first years back to their dorm, and he was left alone with his thoughts. He sank into one of the comfortable chairs in front of the fire and began pondering what he could make the Weasel say.
9 p.m. finally came. He quickly ran a comb through his silvery-white hair (which he had recently been keeping unkempt and long, against his father's wishes) and changed into a pair of ragged black jeans and a black tee shirt. Before leaving, Draco pulled on his school robes and looked once more into the mirror.
"You look dashing, Mr. Malfoy. Now go, you're making me feel all tingly inside." A female voice in the mirror commented with a slight giggle.
Satisfied with his appearance, Draco turned and proceeded to the Great Hall, where the party/dance thing was supposed to take place. He kept catching himself thinking about Gin- the Weasel. He kept picturing her, her fire-red hair that fell around her face, perfect complexion- pale, and round brown eyes. not to mention her perfectly full red lips.
Damn it! Why in bloody hell am I thinking about a Weasley! A common, muggle- loving Weasley! But the thoughts were there and as far as he could tell, he was in his body. He shrugged away these pressing images, quickening his pace.
The party had started once he arrived, and he searched out Gin-the Weasel. Damn it! Why did his mind insist on calling her by her name?
He quickly caught sight of her, standing in a corner alone, and snatched two butterbeers, provided graciously by the Leaky Cauldron, slipping the Veritaserum into the glass on the right.
"Why, Weasel, you made it! What a surprise! Please tell me you're not going to run away like last time, after all, your brothers aren't here."
He took a step forward and caressed her cheek, gaining pleasure at the fact that she pulled away from him. "They can't get in our way." He took her hand as if to kiss it, and instead placed the mug in her hand.
"You're such a prick, Malfoy. or shall I say MalFerret?" She snapped back.
"Do you realize how old that is, Weasel?"
"Its still hilarious." She turned her head, looking out into the audience... and took a deep drink of her butterbeer.
"Weasel? Are you still madly in love with that prick Potter?" A smirk once again pulled at his lips, knowing that whatever she said would be the truth; no one could lie through a veratiserum drink.
"No, I can't stand to be around the git." Ginny put her hand to her mouth and gasped. How could she say that... but that was the truth, wasn't it?
"Interesting." Hmm, so she no longer had that crush on the insolent fool. Maybe he could twist that to his advantage.
"How did you get me to say that, Malfoy!!!??"
"And why would I tell you? Hm? Anyway... do you take showers?"
"Of course, you donkey's arse!"
"You don't really think of me as a donkey's ass now, do you?" This was a good idea, he was actually getting somewhere... perhaps he could corrupt the Weasley girl.
"Of course I don't. I think you're perfect, gorgeous, and I want to be exactly like you. I want everyone to fear me!"
Ginny gasped again and ran into the corridor, meaning to go back to her tower, only to be swayed into going to the library. She did not want to be confronted by waiting Slytherins who undoubtedly knew what had happened to her.
She pulled her wand out once entering the library and muttered the spell that reverses the effect of the drink, relieved to find she could tell halve-truths again, replacing her wand in her robes.
Since she was in the library, she might as well get some of that three-foot report Snape wanted on the uses of leeches in magic finished.
'He did it again, Ginny, he tricked you, effortlessly! Honestly, why did you ever trust that bloody Malfoy?'
Footsteps were approaching her table from behind her. 'God, please let it not be Malfoy.' Ginny found herself thinking. Looking behind her, she found not Malfoy, but Harry.
"Well, hello, Ginny! I didn't expect to see you here tonight." Harry pulled up a chair next to her, and, like she so foolishly told Malfoy, she found herself wishing that he had not come, had not sat so close.
"Hi, Harry, yeah I just needed to finish this monstrous report Snape gave us on." She shuffled some papers on the table before her.
"Leeches, I think. I haven't started yet, and it's due tomorrow. Sorry, but I really can't talk." She quickly glanced up at Harry, then back down to her paper, finding herself unable to keep his unwavering stare.
Harry had heard what Ginny had told Malfoy, half the school knew. He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what made Ginny despise him so.
Tearing his eyes away from her took a considerate amount of effort, he had finally noticed that she was beautiful, only to find that he could never have her.
"I heard what you told Malfoy, Ginny." He said quietly, hurt.
Ginny looked up and found him staring at his hands, seemingly ashamed.
"I-I don't know why I said that, Harry. I'm so sorry. I won't bother trying to say that he tricked me into saying that, but you know that I had drunk a Veritaserum drink. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." She couldn't stand the look in his emerald green eyes, one of genuine hurt.
"Look, it's probably my fault. I mean, after you opened the Chamber of Secrets, I shut you out... I guess I acted as if you weren't there. Well, I know that you probably don't want me here, so I'm heading back to the common room." He said, thankfully rising from his chair to leave.
"If you ever feel like you can 'stand to be around me,' come find me, okay?" As he turned to leave, he gave her a sideways, lazy smile. Like the ones he used melt her heart with.
With a sigh, Ginny returned to her work.
R/R ALL!!!
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Draco walked back to the dungeons, ambivalent. How could he have possibly invited the little Weasel to the party? What was he expecting to do... he could make it like last time.
A smirk tugged on his lips. Yes, last time was quite pleasing. The Weasel had shown up, as if she had been anticipating the event for weeks.
All he had to do was look at her, and she ran from the room, her hair flying behind her. much like earlier today. Yes, he would have pleasant surprise awaiting her. But, the question was, what to plan? Perhaps something from Snape's potions lab would shed some light on a topic.
He entered the classroom and went to the closet where the potions were kept. He swept his eyes across the shelves little vials, searching for the one that would cause Weasley the most embarrassment.
Finding nothing to his satisfaction, Draco ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think of something both evil and embarrassing. Perhaps, he could slip some Veritaserum potion in her drink. He and his 'friends' could have a lot of fun with that.
He found the ingredients and began mixing the potion, starting with the scarab beetles. A mischievous smile spread across his face. A while later, the potion was done, and he was on his way to the Slytherin Common Room.
The room was almost deserted; a few first years were working on a major assignment Snape had given them, but other than that the room was empty. Draco laughed at the naive first years. Didn't they know that Slytherins didn't have to do all the work assigned? Snape would almost never take points away from his own house.
A quick, murderous, glare sent the first years back to their dorm, and he was left alone with his thoughts. He sank into one of the comfortable chairs in front of the fire and began pondering what he could make the Weasel say.
9 p.m. finally came. He quickly ran a comb through his silvery-white hair (which he had recently been keeping unkempt and long, against his father's wishes) and changed into a pair of ragged black jeans and a black tee shirt. Before leaving, Draco pulled on his school robes and looked once more into the mirror.
"You look dashing, Mr. Malfoy. Now go, you're making me feel all tingly inside." A female voice in the mirror commented with a slight giggle.
Satisfied with his appearance, Draco turned and proceeded to the Great Hall, where the party/dance thing was supposed to take place. He kept catching himself thinking about Gin- the Weasel. He kept picturing her, her fire-red hair that fell around her face, perfect complexion- pale, and round brown eyes. not to mention her perfectly full red lips.
Damn it! Why in bloody hell am I thinking about a Weasley! A common, muggle- loving Weasley! But the thoughts were there and as far as he could tell, he was in his body. He shrugged away these pressing images, quickening his pace.
The party had started once he arrived, and he searched out Gin-the Weasel. Damn it! Why did his mind insist on calling her by her name?
He quickly caught sight of her, standing in a corner alone, and snatched two butterbeers, provided graciously by the Leaky Cauldron, slipping the Veritaserum into the glass on the right.
"Why, Weasel, you made it! What a surprise! Please tell me you're not going to run away like last time, after all, your brothers aren't here."
He took a step forward and caressed her cheek, gaining pleasure at the fact that she pulled away from him. "They can't get in our way." He took her hand as if to kiss it, and instead placed the mug in her hand.
"You're such a prick, Malfoy. or shall I say MalFerret?" She snapped back.
"Do you realize how old that is, Weasel?"
"Its still hilarious." She turned her head, looking out into the audience... and took a deep drink of her butterbeer.
"Weasel? Are you still madly in love with that prick Potter?" A smirk once again pulled at his lips, knowing that whatever she said would be the truth; no one could lie through a veratiserum drink.
"No, I can't stand to be around the git." Ginny put her hand to her mouth and gasped. How could she say that... but that was the truth, wasn't it?
"Interesting." Hmm, so she no longer had that crush on the insolent fool. Maybe he could twist that to his advantage.
"How did you get me to say that, Malfoy!!!??"
"And why would I tell you? Hm? Anyway... do you take showers?"
"Of course, you donkey's arse!"
"You don't really think of me as a donkey's ass now, do you?" This was a good idea, he was actually getting somewhere... perhaps he could corrupt the Weasley girl.
"Of course I don't. I think you're perfect, gorgeous, and I want to be exactly like you. I want everyone to fear me!"
Ginny gasped again and ran into the corridor, meaning to go back to her tower, only to be swayed into going to the library. She did not want to be confronted by waiting Slytherins who undoubtedly knew what had happened to her.
She pulled her wand out once entering the library and muttered the spell that reverses the effect of the drink, relieved to find she could tell halve-truths again, replacing her wand in her robes.
Since she was in the library, she might as well get some of that three-foot report Snape wanted on the uses of leeches in magic finished.
'He did it again, Ginny, he tricked you, effortlessly! Honestly, why did you ever trust that bloody Malfoy?'
Footsteps were approaching her table from behind her. 'God, please let it not be Malfoy.' Ginny found herself thinking. Looking behind her, she found not Malfoy, but Harry.
"Well, hello, Ginny! I didn't expect to see you here tonight." Harry pulled up a chair next to her, and, like she so foolishly told Malfoy, she found herself wishing that he had not come, had not sat so close.
"Hi, Harry, yeah I just needed to finish this monstrous report Snape gave us on." She shuffled some papers on the table before her.
"Leeches, I think. I haven't started yet, and it's due tomorrow. Sorry, but I really can't talk." She quickly glanced up at Harry, then back down to her paper, finding herself unable to keep his unwavering stare.
Harry had heard what Ginny had told Malfoy, half the school knew. He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what made Ginny despise him so.
Tearing his eyes away from her took a considerate amount of effort, he had finally noticed that she was beautiful, only to find that he could never have her.
"I heard what you told Malfoy, Ginny." He said quietly, hurt.
Ginny looked up and found him staring at his hands, seemingly ashamed.
"I-I don't know why I said that, Harry. I'm so sorry. I won't bother trying to say that he tricked me into saying that, but you know that I had drunk a Veritaserum drink. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." She couldn't stand the look in his emerald green eyes, one of genuine hurt.
"Look, it's probably my fault. I mean, after you opened the Chamber of Secrets, I shut you out... I guess I acted as if you weren't there. Well, I know that you probably don't want me here, so I'm heading back to the common room." He said, thankfully rising from his chair to leave.
"If you ever feel like you can 'stand to be around me,' come find me, okay?" As he turned to leave, he gave her a sideways, lazy smile. Like the ones he used melt her heart with.
With a sigh, Ginny returned to her work.
