~*What To Live For~*
By: ~*irishwannababe~*
~* Chapter 7~*
Authors Note: Thank you all who have reviewed my bad story. Sorry this
chapter is so short and late, I had (have) a severe case of writers block.
That's putting it lightly, because I haven't a clue as to what happens
next! So your gonna have to bear with me. And I'd like to take this time to
ask you to look right hereshe pulls out a golden pocket watch and begins
to dangle it from side to side. You are getting sleepyyour eyes
droop.very sleepyyour eyes close. When I clap my hands, you will want to
review my story very, VERY badly after you read it. CLAP Okie-dokie, R/R!
Draco was laying on his bed, and sipping at the evil-tasting reversal potion. He had just come back from spying on Ginny at the Three Broomsticks. He had hoped to use an invisibility potion, but the lacewings crucial to the potion needed to be simmered for a fortnight, and he was in a hurry to get his assignment from the Dark Lord over with. So instead he used a much more simple potion, that would make him not invisible, but instead transform him into a dark shadow. If he remained in the shadows, he would be nearly invisible, but if he went in broad daylight, then an hazy outline of himself would be visible. "You must win her affections and loyalties," Draco repeated another demand from his father. "But how," he asked himself, "she knows I hate her." Then a plan started to form in his mind, "consider it done, Father." Draco stretched out lazily, his outline slowly coming back, as well as his hatred for the Weasleys.
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Ginny sat in the Gryffindor Common Room working on her History of Magic essay that was due the next day. "Five rolls of parchment," Ginny muttered, her quill in her mouth, " Binns is mad, stark raving mad." She soon realized she couldn't remember the quote that she got out Hogwarts, A History that she really needed. Ginny brought all her notes and rough drafts with her so that she could work in the library when she got the book. She dashed out of the portrait hole like a chased rabbit. She sprinted down the halls she knew by heart, and read over her essay at the same time when WHAM! "What," she thought as she fell to her back, "there isn't supposed to be a wall here." She clutched her throbbing forehead as she slowly sat up. "Malfoy," Ginny muttered as she slowly picked up her scattered papers, "I didn't know you had such a hard head." And to her complete amazement, she heard him say something she thought the Malfoys never said, "I'm sorry." "It's ok," Ginny rubbed the newly forming bruise. She also marveled as he started putting all her papers in a pile for her. "You must've gotten hit harder than you thought," Ginny told him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you up to Malfoy, why are you being so nice?" "People change Ginny," she noticed he didn't say Weasley, "I'm gonna start being nice if that's ok with you." "What are you up to," Ginny asked, suspicious as ever. "Nothing." Ginny wondered why his answer sounded so rehearsed, but shrugged it off. "Well here," Draco handed over her papers. "Thanks Malfoy." "Call me Draco, Ginny," and with that he dusted himself off and fled. "Bye Draco," Ginny whispered, amazed. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What," Ginny muttered, as she sorted through her notes. She was sitting in the quiet library, searching for the quote in Hogwarts, A History. "Where's my essay?" "Draco must have picked it up in accident." So Ginny stood up and sprinted out of the library and down the halls. She searched for Draco in the corridor, but he was no where to be found. "I guess I'm forced to use the Encantro Spell," Ginny muttered. She pulled out her wand and said in a clear voice, "Encantro Malfoy." It didn't work, this spell was supposed to lead you to any person with red arrows pointing every few feet of their destination. "Oh," she forgot he had asked her to call him Draco." "Encantro Draco," she said, and watched the red arrows appear in front of her. She ran into them and any she touched vanished. They led her to a portrat of an evil looking man wearing silver and green. "This must be the entrance to the Slytherin Commom Room," she said knowledgably. She knocked loudly and politely. The door opened suddenly and Draco's head sticked out. "Oh , hi Ginny, I would ask you to come in but," Draco trailed off. "That's ok Draco,"Ginny blushed suddenly, to the inner amusement of Draco. "I think you took my History of Magic Essay on accident when we bumped into each other," Ginny told him, fingering her numb forehead. "Oh, did I, let me see if it's in my room." And with Ginny's nod, Draco ran upstairs, grinning maliciously inside. "Here it is," Draco handed it over. Ginny noticed he touched her hand unnecessarily, and it sent shivers up her spine. "Sorry I didn't know I had it," again Ginny noticed this sounded rehearsed, but dismissed the thought; "maybe that's just how he talks," she thought." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back in his room, Draco was monitering Ginny from a magical screen. He had put a small magical tracing device/mini camera on Ginny's hand without her knowing. His father had suggested this. Draco watched as Ginny silently wrote her essay. He watched as she walked back to her dorm. He needed to write his own essay, so he turned off the screen and worked on it, but he couldn't help thinking that in days to come, this devise would help him accomplish the Dark Lord's goal.
Draco was laying on his bed, and sipping at the evil-tasting reversal potion. He had just come back from spying on Ginny at the Three Broomsticks. He had hoped to use an invisibility potion, but the lacewings crucial to the potion needed to be simmered for a fortnight, and he was in a hurry to get his assignment from the Dark Lord over with. So instead he used a much more simple potion, that would make him not invisible, but instead transform him into a dark shadow. If he remained in the shadows, he would be nearly invisible, but if he went in broad daylight, then an hazy outline of himself would be visible. "You must win her affections and loyalties," Draco repeated another demand from his father. "But how," he asked himself, "she knows I hate her." Then a plan started to form in his mind, "consider it done, Father." Draco stretched out lazily, his outline slowly coming back, as well as his hatred for the Weasleys.
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Ginny sat in the Gryffindor Common Room working on her History of Magic essay that was due the next day. "Five rolls of parchment," Ginny muttered, her quill in her mouth, " Binns is mad, stark raving mad." She soon realized she couldn't remember the quote that she got out Hogwarts, A History that she really needed. Ginny brought all her notes and rough drafts with her so that she could work in the library when she got the book. She dashed out of the portrait hole like a chased rabbit. She sprinted down the halls she knew by heart, and read over her essay at the same time when WHAM! "What," she thought as she fell to her back, "there isn't supposed to be a wall here." She clutched her throbbing forehead as she slowly sat up. "Malfoy," Ginny muttered as she slowly picked up her scattered papers, "I didn't know you had such a hard head." And to her complete amazement, she heard him say something she thought the Malfoys never said, "I'm sorry." "It's ok," Ginny rubbed the newly forming bruise. She also marveled as he started putting all her papers in a pile for her. "You must've gotten hit harder than you thought," Ginny told him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you up to Malfoy, why are you being so nice?" "People change Ginny," she noticed he didn't say Weasley, "I'm gonna start being nice if that's ok with you." "What are you up to," Ginny asked, suspicious as ever. "Nothing." Ginny wondered why his answer sounded so rehearsed, but shrugged it off. "Well here," Draco handed over her papers. "Thanks Malfoy." "Call me Draco, Ginny," and with that he dusted himself off and fled. "Bye Draco," Ginny whispered, amazed. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What," Ginny muttered, as she sorted through her notes. She was sitting in the quiet library, searching for the quote in Hogwarts, A History. "Where's my essay?" "Draco must have picked it up in accident." So Ginny stood up and sprinted out of the library and down the halls. She searched for Draco in the corridor, but he was no where to be found. "I guess I'm forced to use the Encantro Spell," Ginny muttered. She pulled out her wand and said in a clear voice, "Encantro Malfoy." It didn't work, this spell was supposed to lead you to any person with red arrows pointing every few feet of their destination. "Oh," she forgot he had asked her to call him Draco." "Encantro Draco," she said, and watched the red arrows appear in front of her. She ran into them and any she touched vanished. They led her to a portrat of an evil looking man wearing silver and green. "This must be the entrance to the Slytherin Commom Room," she said knowledgably. She knocked loudly and politely. The door opened suddenly and Draco's head sticked out. "Oh , hi Ginny, I would ask you to come in but," Draco trailed off. "That's ok Draco,"Ginny blushed suddenly, to the inner amusement of Draco. "I think you took my History of Magic Essay on accident when we bumped into each other," Ginny told him, fingering her numb forehead. "Oh, did I, let me see if it's in my room." And with Ginny's nod, Draco ran upstairs, grinning maliciously inside. "Here it is," Draco handed it over. Ginny noticed he touched her hand unnecessarily, and it sent shivers up her spine. "Sorry I didn't know I had it," again Ginny noticed this sounded rehearsed, but dismissed the thought; "maybe that's just how he talks," she thought." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back in his room, Draco was monitering Ginny from a magical screen. He had put a small magical tracing device/mini camera on Ginny's hand without her knowing. His father had suggested this. Draco watched as Ginny silently wrote her essay. He watched as she walked back to her dorm. He needed to write his own essay, so he turned off the screen and worked on it, but he couldn't help thinking that in days to come, this devise would help him accomplish the Dark Lord's goal.