Author's Note: Here it is. Draco's Malfoy's point of view……tell me what you think yah? Please………
Chapter 15 Dragon's Denial
Draco Malfoy did not sleep well. There were dark shadows beneath his eyes when he woke up. He had been tossing and turning in his bed the night before, puzzling in his head, until the wee hours of the early morning, before he drifted off into an uneasy slumber.
Draco Malfoy was thinking about Virginia Weasley. About what happened the night before. Draco Malfoy never harbour feelings of regret. It was an emotional weakness, very un-Slytherin. But somehow, having seen the hurt expression on Ginny's face last night……
Draco, for the first time in his life, felt uneasy about someone he had manipulated. Virginia Weasley.
It started off innocently enough. The collision at the stairways, and the kiss. Draco had felt himself attracted to Ginny Weasley after that episode. Not so much her physical beauty, Draco had seen many pretty girls in school. But Ginny Weasley had that vulnerability, that innocence which was foreign to him. The way she blushed and ran down the stairs after they kissed. The time at the lake, where she smiled so innocently at him, even after he had taunted her, just because she had receive her birthday gifts and wanted to share her joy with him. No girl ever behave in that way to him. And he found it, refreshing.
Most of the girls he knew before, if they were Slytherins, are conniving, dangerous beauties. If they were Ravenclaws, they were the "confidence" girls, pretty but too vocal sometimes. Hufflepuff and Gryffindors, he dismissed them at first glance. But Virginia Weasley was different, she had an element about her, which no other girl had. What was it, Draco didn't know.
But it was not love. Draco Malfoy, in his life, had never so much as remotely cared for a girl. Sure, he had dated, but only because his father encouraged him, to girls from wealthy, wizarding familes who could further the Malfoy's Clan interests. And they must be purebloods. Draco himself added another criteria. Pretty girls only. Love, to Draco Malfoy, is a foreign concept, and he had never thought about it or care for it. Romance is a concept created by the middle-class. It is not for highborns like Draco Malfoy whose purpose in life is to inherit the Malfoy financial empire and heighten it further with ruthless, calculative moves. To play the Game. And as a sideline, taunt attention-seekers like Saint Potter and loser Ron Weasley.
Also, Draco rationalized to himself, for centuries, generations of Lords of the Malfoy Clan regarded women as pretty objects for sex and passion, and more imporantly, for heirs. But beyond that, they never were very much a part of the scheme of things of the Malfoy clan. And Draco did not see why he had to think differently.
So what was it that Ginny Weasley had stirred up within him? Lust? Not quite, but close enough, as Draco did not deny to himself that she was indeed one of the most alluring girls he ever lay eyes on. Love? Never, especially not to a lowly Weasley, mudblood-lover with no wizarding pride, a total disgrace to the pureblood wizard population. What would Father think?
And then Draco had the opportunity to observe that Virginia was very much affected by his words when he lashed out at her in the corridor after a run-in with Professor Moody. A sign, he presumed quite correctly, that she cared what he said about her. And why should she care, if not for the fact that he, somehow, mattered to her.
Then, fate has to have Potter liked Virginia too. And Draco discovering that during Potions. Wonderful. Draco was a master in the skill of emotion observation and manipulation. It was a neceesity skill for a Malfoy to survive in the Game. Emotion was a weakness, and those who understand and manipulate human emotions had the upper hand in the Game.
Revenge. That was what Draco had in mind. Revenge against Potter. Saint Potter. Who, together with the Weasley twins, had publicly humiliated him on the train with their hex attacks. It had been two years ago, but Draco had never find the perfect opportunity to exact revenge on him. Not that there weren't possibilities, but all of them seemed too petty and not satisfactory enough.
But when it involves a girl……that was different. She would be the prize that they would vie for. The snitch. The incident at the lake only serves to confirm that Virginia was slowly falling for him. The way her voice expressed disappointment when he was going to leave. It was perfect. Draco Malfoy had finally been presented the perfect opportunity. That was when he conceptualize the plot. That very afternoon.
He shared his plot with MacDougal and Goyle. MacDougal would play a pivotal role. MacDougal would stall anyone who tried to get up to the Astronomy Tower too early, before Draco had time to set the scene. Goyle was too stupid to do much, but he could be a backup for MacDougal if things go wrong. It would be good boyish fun, and they would get their revenge on the blasted Gryffindors. And Draco Malfoy himself would have the starring role, together with the beautiful Virginia Weasley. It was all too perfect.
Ane he did enjoy himself in the process. Virginia really took his breath away at the ball. She was gorgeous. When he kissed her at the Astronomy Tower, her lips felt so sweet that he craved for more.
But one thing he did not quite foresee was having been found out so soon. And under such an awkward situation. Stupid mudblood Granger. And another point he did not forsee - Virginia's innocent face was wrecked with hurt. He'd expect her to be indignant, even mad at him, but the kind of reaction he got made him uncomfortable. He did not know the reason. Regret. Guilt. Was that what he was feeling?
And why should he? He had no reason to. So Ginny was hurt. So be it then. It's a cold, cruel world, anyway. And if being a Gryffindor means thinking that the world was a loving mass of people, it was her naïve Gryffindoric interpretation of the world. And if she falls for him, it was her own doing. He did not force her.
But it still made him uneasy.
Draco Malfoy got out of bed very late. He was famished and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Breakfast was available until eleven-thirty, because of the ball the night before. It was a good spread, and Draco found himself tucking in with the rest of the Slytherins hungrily.
Morag MacDougal and Gregory Goyle did not talk about the incident. There was no need to. The damage had been done, the results satisfactory (in a way), and it was time to move on.
"Hey, Malfoy, want to go to Hogsmeade today?" Crabbe asked.
Draco nodded.
Blaise Zabini leaned over to Draco. "I heard what happened. You are ruthless, Malfoy" she whispered, smiling approvingly at him, before she turned back to her breakfast.
Draco looked at Blaise. His eyes took in her porcelain face and her ebony hair. Blaise was one of the prettiest girls in Hogwarts. And she has brains, definitely. Not to mention a dark side about her. How did she know? It must be Goyle. Draco ignored her comment and continue tucking in.
He did not want to think about the incident. There was no point. As far as he was concerned, it was over between him and Virginia Weasley.
Author's Note: There you have it. Draco Malfoy's point of view. But alas, something is going to happen. Good or bad? You'll be the judge. If you are a hardcore Draco/Ginny fan, you would love my next chapter. It is for you, my dear readers. Coming right up……don't forget to review this chapter.
