Wow! Chapter 2! Thanks for the massive response I got from the first chapter! Sadly I don't think I can make this chapter better than that……….but hopefully once the story starts rolling (if it starts) I can do some more chapters with smart ass Draco. I love smart ass Draco!!! Lol.

Thanks to: Melanie Pointe, mary, Phoenix Rae, August, December's Girl, Jane, dragonlover9, Saph, angel, Jade Stellar, Alex, Azalea7

DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling's, ok? Good.

Chapter 2.

"But Professor!"

"I'm sorry Mr Malfoy but I have no influence whatsoever in this play. You have no choice but to do as your told."

Draco scowled as he remembered his meeting with Professor Snape. He had done his best to get Snape to get him out of his punishment.

"No influence my ass," Draco muttered darkly. He had a sinking feeling that Snape merely wanted to see Draco Malfoy sing, dance, act and do the whole sh-bang. Snape would laugh his greasy ass off.

And his father, oh merlin his father. Of course Lucius being the ignorant bastard that he was would automatically presume that his son was gay. A pansy boy. Draco recalled how his father had turned his nose up at men who took part in performing arts. Well, he'd just have to deal with it now wouldn't he? Draco almost wished he'd kept his mouth shut during Potter's audition. The key word there being almost.

Virginia Weasley's reaction to his little misadventure the previous day had certainly been amusing. Whatever had possessed him to kiss her let alone dance with her was beyond him. But the look on both her and Potter's and her brother's face was priceless. Yes, it was worth it. Definitely worth it.

Draco swaggered into breakfast that morning flanked closely by two large ape men; aka Crabbe and Goyle. As soon as he sat down, both Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson stood up and rushed over to him.

Pansy was a rather busty and curvy girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Pretty in an unconventional type of way; and despite what people said about her, she was not a slut. Blaise on the other hand, had a rather athletic frame with shoulder length raven hair and sparkly green eyes.

"Oh Draco, I can't wait to see you in the play!" Pansy squealed.

Blaise nodded in agreement and then her hand flew to her mouth and she squealed in the same manner as Pansy had just done.

"What?" Pansy asked her curiously.

"I'm going to try out for the lead female role! It's a love story, you know Pans, and then maybe I'll get to….." she trailed off looking at Draco adoringly, "you know."

Pansy nodded in excitement. "Well I can't really act that well so if anyone gets to play Draco's love interest I want it to be you."

Draco rolled his eyes as he watched the two girls in front of him. They adored him, and honestly, could you really blame them? With his soft blonde hair that fell partially across his face, deep grey eyes, perfectly kissable lips…….and the body! Quidditch was definitely the sport for young wizards who wanted to stay in impeccable shape.

"Girls," Draco said modestly, "it's only a play and I'm not even that good."

Both girls looked at each other with looks that clearly said: 'Awwwwwwwwwwww' and bid their farewells, claiming they were going to prepare for Blaise's audition.

Draco smirked. Worked every time. He found the modest 'act' seemed to turn girls to mush. Draco wasn't modest, but he wasn't past pretending he was to make the girls love him. Not that he needed much help with that!

His eyes darted across the room to the Gryfindor table and was immediately met with the disgusted gaze of Ginny Weasley. He quirked an eyebrow at her, thoroughly satisfied when she looked away uneasily.

'Silly girl,' he thought.

Suddenly, hundreds of owls began to swoop in to the hall, dropping letters all round the place. Draco's owl Raife dropped three rolled up pieces of parchment in his hand and hooted softly in his ear before flying off again.

He unrolled the first piece of parchment and inwardly groaned. A letter from his father.

Draco

You better be getting good marks boy. I will be checking with Severus soon. Remember, no cavorting around like an idiot after hours. You'll make me look bad.

Draco grinned as he remembered the incident a few weeks ago when Jason Nott and himself had emptied a large bottle of Vodka into their systems before scaring unsuspecting first years in the dimly lit halls by jumping out at them. He couldn't remember much. All he knew was that he had woken up the next morning to a splitting headache, a very angry Professor Snape and a not so nice howler from his father.

I don't want you to come home for the first term holidays. I don't need the trouble.

Lucius.

'Charming,' Draco thought sarcastically.

He moved on to the next letter.

Darling Draco

Draco rolled his eyes. This was without a doubt from his mother.

Hope you are well. I am really looking forward to seeing you over the holidays. Make sure you wrap up when you go outside. It's rather cold out there and I don't want you catching your death. Look after yourself sweetheart.

Love Mum

He smiled slightly. How his mother had ever ended up with his father he had no idea. Her letters were always along the same lines: Eat well, sleep well, keep warm, can't wait to get you home.

The next letter was most decidedly the worst.

Mr Malfoy

Come to my office at the beginning of lunch. We need to discuss your punishment.

Professor M.McGonagal

Sighing, Draco finished his breakfast and traipsed of to class.

The morning was average as mornings go. He got a lot of enjoyment doing impressions of Harry's singing during potions, Harry bright red the entire time. He made two wisecracks about Hufflepuffs while in charms; with the Hufflepuffs of course. And he had a rather nice dream during History of Magic involving Harry Potter falling off his broomstick. All in all…it was average.

Lunchtime came and he found himself sitting in Professor McGonagal's office. She handed him a piece of parchment.

"This is your rehearsal timetable. Make sure you attend Malfoy," she said sharply before dismissing him.

As he was walking down the halls to the library to finish off his potions assignment (he was quite studious, but of course would never admit it) Draco realised that he had no idea what the play was. No one did. He guessed they would find out at their first rehearsal. Tuesday at 4pm. Tomorrow? That soon?

He got to work in the library. After five minutes of writing down ways to minimise the effects of Engorgement potions, he popped his quill down onto the table and looked around the library. A few Ravenclaw's were studying in the corner. And then in the corner directly opposite was Virginia Weasley. Her shoulders hunched over the table, she was writing feverishly.

Draco studied her carefully. She was a strange one that girl. He liked to observe people. He found that this was the only way to figure them out. Study them, become familiar with their habits, who they befriend, those sorts of things. He knew most things about a lot of people at Hogwarts. Like how Granger and Thomas made a ritual out of snogging underneath the stands on the quidditch pitch. Or how Lavender Brown always brushed her seat with her hands before sitting down. The little things told you a lot about a person. Some important, some not.

But he could not figure out Ginny Weasley. Every time he studied her, she was different. His findings were never consistent.

Ginny must have felt someone watching her because she turned her head. Silver locked with cinnamon. Draco stared at her curiously. Ginny bit her lip but stared back.

After a few seconds Draco got up and walked over to where she was sitting.

"Afternoon Weasel," Draco greeted her boredly.

Ginny just stared up at him, eyes narrowed.

"You know, when someone says something to you like I just did, its polite to reply," he replied almost teasingly.

Ginny snorted. "And since when have you ever been polite?"

Draco smirked. Ginny Weasley was one of the few girls not swooning over him. Before he could stop himself he asked, "Are you auditioning for this play thing?"

Ginny frowned. "Why would you care?"

He shrugged in response. 'Say something sharp and witty Draco! Insult her! Do something….but don't just shrug!' For some reason, his brain was telling him that if he spoke he would ruin all chances of hearing what she had to say next.

The sixth year Gryfindor sighed. "It's not really any of your business but I've already auditioned. I'm just waiting for the lists to go up after last period."

Draco nodded. "Well, I guess you'll be rather gutted if you get the female lead, Virginia. Perfect Potter won't be the hero for once in his pathetic life," he sneered.

"I feel sorry for you, Malfoy," Ginny replied shaking her head.

Draco frowned.

"Please, don't pity me," he spat, "pity yourself and your own useless existence."

Ginny grinned, which Draco found quite unnerving. He had just insulted the Las, and she was grinning.

"Really now Draco, is that the best you can do?" she asked coyly.

Draco scowled at her as she picked up her books and put them neatly into her bag. She began to walk towards the door but stopped half way and slowly turned around. Sauntering back over so she was only a few inches away from him she leaned in close and whispered, "By the way, your serenade was far better than Harry's ever could've been. I'll be expecting a repeat performance, Draco." She let his name roll of her tongue teasingly.

Draco watched in disbelief as the redhead turned and walked out of the library, hips swaying in a teasing manner. He quickly shut his mouth which he hadn't even realised was open.

Yes, he definitely had a lot of 'studying' to do before he figured out Ginny Weasley. Now this was what he called a challenge.

That's a bit more for y'all. If you want me to continue the next chapter will basically be the first rehearsal. I don't actually know what the musical is yet so if you have any ideas let me know!!

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