Fatal Attraction
Disclaimer: You wanna know what I got for my last literature assignment? A
big, fat C5. Yep. I'm about as imaginative as a stellar sea cow. So there's
no way I could have come up with such a fantastic plot and characters. I am
reduced to being a mere parasite, feeding on J.K Rowling's fantastic idea.
HERS. Not MINE. Got it? Ok.
A/N: God, I can't believe I just insulted myself that way. -hides- Anyway, thanks to DART KID, my FIRST REVIEWER!!! Actually second, since this is a repost. The rest of you, why didn't you review? Huh? Huh?! Anyway, Dart Kid, thanks for your review. =) Those too words made my day. It also made my head swell up so bad I had to tie my mother's dumbbells to my feet so I could type this chapter. Anyway, on with the fic!!!
Chapter 2: Broomstick chat
Alyssa sat on her Firebolt, hovering over the now-empty Quidditch Pitch. The quidditch auditions had just finished, and Alyssa was the new Gryffindor Chaser, replacing Alicia Spinnet, who had resigned at the start of the year, saying that she wished to concentrate on her NEWTs that year.
The sun was setting. Alyssa loved watching the sunset. The beauty of it made her feel calm and peaceful. She sat there, enjoying the view. It was just her and Nature. Or was it? Sensing movement behind her, she turned around. Hovering on his own Nimbus 2001 was Draco Malfoy.
She lowered her eyes, feeling trapped and uneasy. After how she had seen Draco behave over the past two days she had spent in Hogwarts, her impression of him had changed. She wondered where the side of him she had seen on the Hogwarts Express was, why he felt the need to bury it under layers of spite, meanness, sarcasm and indifference.
She suddenly felt smothered. The trapped feeling grew, making her feel like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of whether to run or to stay. Before she could make a decision, the car spoke. (A/N: geddit? Headlights, cars..ok that was lame. I just had some chocolate with alcohol in them, I think it's kicking in)
"Afraid of me, Alyssa?" Draco's voice was not the cold, sneering one she had gotten used to hearing over the past two days. It was lower, more..human.
"No," She replied. But she refused to turn around.
"Why won't you look at me?" She refused.
"Look at me." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. There was a trace of steel in his voice now. She sighed and turned around.
"Why don't you talk to me anymore?" His voice was soft again.
She laughed, but it was a short, bitter laugh. "You talk as though we've known each other all our lives, when the last civil conversation we had was on board the train," He did not miss her emphasis on the word 'civil' or the bitter tone in her voice.
"What has happened to you, Draco?" Her voice softened. She looked into his cool gray eyes, but they yielded no emotion, remaining as hard and cold as ever. If eyes were truly windows to the soul then, she decided, Draco Malfoy didn't have one. (A/N: A soul, I mean, not an eye.)
"Nothing." He said brusquely, looking away.
"Then have you always been like that? What of the side I saw on the train then?" She pressed on.
"You don't know anything." It sounded accusatory.
"What is there to know?" She countered.
His head snapped up. "Wh-just drop it, Reyner."
"Reyner?" She arched an eyebrow. "Now there's the Draco I know," she said sarcastically.
"I can't act like that all the time."
"Like what?"
"Soft."
"Is that what you think soft is? Being friendly and not jumping down everybody's throats? Not offending people with every sentence you speak?" She did not try to keep the disgust and anger out of her voice. "I'm disappointed, Draco."
"It's not that, Alyssa." His voice held a hint of exasperation.
"Then what is it?" Her blue eyes flashed. "Could it be because of that Dark Mark on your forearm?"
His right hand moved instinctively to cover his the spot on his left arm.
"Why, Draco?" Her voice had a pleading note. "Why did you do it?"
"It is my destiny, Alyssa." He still refused to meet her eyes, staring fixedly at a certain red cloud.
"Just because your father s a Death Eater doesn't mean you have to follow his path." "ENOUGH!" Cut in Draco angrily. "You'd do well to stay away from me, Alyssa."
The hurt he saw in his eyes tore at him, but he knew that he could not risk it. He turned his head, resolutely refusing to talk to or look at her. Guilt ate at his insides, but he knew that what he was doing was for the best.
They stayed like this for a while, then he felt her turn and fly down towards the castle.
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A/N: Ok, where's this all going?! I don't know!! *Tears at her hair distractedly* It'll turn out OK in the end, I promise. In fact, I have an idea what's going to happen next...please review!!!
A/N: God, I can't believe I just insulted myself that way. -hides- Anyway, thanks to DART KID, my FIRST REVIEWER!!! Actually second, since this is a repost. The rest of you, why didn't you review? Huh? Huh?! Anyway, Dart Kid, thanks for your review. =) Those too words made my day. It also made my head swell up so bad I had to tie my mother's dumbbells to my feet so I could type this chapter. Anyway, on with the fic!!!
Chapter 2: Broomstick chat
Alyssa sat on her Firebolt, hovering over the now-empty Quidditch Pitch. The quidditch auditions had just finished, and Alyssa was the new Gryffindor Chaser, replacing Alicia Spinnet, who had resigned at the start of the year, saying that she wished to concentrate on her NEWTs that year.
The sun was setting. Alyssa loved watching the sunset. The beauty of it made her feel calm and peaceful. She sat there, enjoying the view. It was just her and Nature. Or was it? Sensing movement behind her, she turned around. Hovering on his own Nimbus 2001 was Draco Malfoy.
She lowered her eyes, feeling trapped and uneasy. After how she had seen Draco behave over the past two days she had spent in Hogwarts, her impression of him had changed. She wondered where the side of him she had seen on the Hogwarts Express was, why he felt the need to bury it under layers of spite, meanness, sarcasm and indifference.
She suddenly felt smothered. The trapped feeling grew, making her feel like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of whether to run or to stay. Before she could make a decision, the car spoke. (A/N: geddit? Headlights, cars..ok that was lame. I just had some chocolate with alcohol in them, I think it's kicking in)
"Afraid of me, Alyssa?" Draco's voice was not the cold, sneering one she had gotten used to hearing over the past two days. It was lower, more..human.
"No," She replied. But she refused to turn around.
"Why won't you look at me?" She refused.
"Look at me." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. There was a trace of steel in his voice now. She sighed and turned around.
"Why don't you talk to me anymore?" His voice was soft again.
She laughed, but it was a short, bitter laugh. "You talk as though we've known each other all our lives, when the last civil conversation we had was on board the train," He did not miss her emphasis on the word 'civil' or the bitter tone in her voice.
"What has happened to you, Draco?" Her voice softened. She looked into his cool gray eyes, but they yielded no emotion, remaining as hard and cold as ever. If eyes were truly windows to the soul then, she decided, Draco Malfoy didn't have one. (A/N: A soul, I mean, not an eye.)
"Nothing." He said brusquely, looking away.
"Then have you always been like that? What of the side I saw on the train then?" She pressed on.
"You don't know anything." It sounded accusatory.
"What is there to know?" She countered.
His head snapped up. "Wh-just drop it, Reyner."
"Reyner?" She arched an eyebrow. "Now there's the Draco I know," she said sarcastically.
"I can't act like that all the time."
"Like what?"
"Soft."
"Is that what you think soft is? Being friendly and not jumping down everybody's throats? Not offending people with every sentence you speak?" She did not try to keep the disgust and anger out of her voice. "I'm disappointed, Draco."
"It's not that, Alyssa." His voice held a hint of exasperation.
"Then what is it?" Her blue eyes flashed. "Could it be because of that Dark Mark on your forearm?"
His right hand moved instinctively to cover his the spot on his left arm.
"Why, Draco?" Her voice had a pleading note. "Why did you do it?"
"It is my destiny, Alyssa." He still refused to meet her eyes, staring fixedly at a certain red cloud.
"Just because your father s a Death Eater doesn't mean you have to follow his path." "ENOUGH!" Cut in Draco angrily. "You'd do well to stay away from me, Alyssa."
The hurt he saw in his eyes tore at him, but he knew that he could not risk it. He turned his head, resolutely refusing to talk to or look at her. Guilt ate at his insides, but he knew that what he was doing was for the best.
They stayed like this for a while, then he felt her turn and fly down towards the castle.
*+*+*+*+*
A/N: Ok, where's this all going?! I don't know!! *Tears at her hair distractedly* It'll turn out OK in the end, I promise. In fact, I have an idea what's going to happen next...please review!!!