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Summary: In this chapter I am leading up to the romance between Ginny and Draco. Lucius will not show his pointed nose until a bit later.
First chapter in a series that I have not yet been inspired to write. Fortunately for you.
By the time Draco realized he wasn't superior to everyone else it was already too late to begin making amends.
The very morning of his enlightenment he tried, during Potions, smiling a hopeful, friendly smile at Neville Longbottom that came out awkward and ghastly in its excessive wideness. Neville began choking on air and dropped his cauldron in astonishment.
"Honestly how foul, leave Neville alone Draco!" snapped Hermione and cast him a fiery glare that nearly charred his determination.
But Draco was not to be daunted he was ready for a challenge.
After lunch he complimented Ron's hair for its "remarkable shade of red".
Ron hexed him.
He limped to Transfiguration crestfallen.
All was not lost yet although he was thoroughly, miserably unaware of this.
Before he reached class he found himself midair, arms reaching wildly, failing to grasp anything solid, instead grabbing air and landing in a heap of last-season's fashionable robes over what he made out to be a large house elf.
Except the house elf was not a house-elf so much as it was Ginny Weasley. A bruised and disgruntled Ginny. She had dropped her books and had bent down to retrieve them resulting in this encounter.
"Watch it you git!" She shouted. Draco decided to take it as helpful advice and not get angry. After all one should watch where one is going as to not get hurt, he reasoned. He took a deep breath and tried one last time.
"Ginny, has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like a house elf? Perhaps it's because your ears are a bit pointy and funny-looking," he beamed.
However, Draco wasn't too astonished when she stuck his wand, with agility, up his symmetrical nose. It was just one of those days, he figured.
"I hate you!"
"No wait Ginny, I t-thought you'd like that compliment."
"That was a compliment?" She asked incredulously.
"Well yes, I mean don't girls like being thought of as small like house-elves?"
"More like fairies, you prat, not like house-elves."
"Oh."
Ginny brushed dust off her robes obsolete in style. (And still this season's obsolete.) robes. "Anyhow, why are you suddenly trying to be decent and giving compliments?" She asked with great traces of suspicion in her tone.
Draco was getting ready to remark on "the loveliness of her high-pitched squeaky voice" but decided to save it for later. Instead he muttered, "I just thought you might...I wanted to ... I don't know. This isn't working I am doomed." He slumped against the wall and buried his head in his hands mournfully.
Summary: In this chapter I am leading up to the romance between Ginny and Draco. Lucius will not show his pointed nose until a bit later.
First chapter in a series that I have not yet been inspired to write. Fortunately for you.
By the time Draco realized he wasn't superior to everyone else it was already too late to begin making amends.
The very morning of his enlightenment he tried, during Potions, smiling a hopeful, friendly smile at Neville Longbottom that came out awkward and ghastly in its excessive wideness. Neville began choking on air and dropped his cauldron in astonishment.
"Honestly how foul, leave Neville alone Draco!" snapped Hermione and cast him a fiery glare that nearly charred his determination.
But Draco was not to be daunted he was ready for a challenge.
After lunch he complimented Ron's hair for its "remarkable shade of red".
Ron hexed him.
He limped to Transfiguration crestfallen.
All was not lost yet although he was thoroughly, miserably unaware of this.
Before he reached class he found himself midair, arms reaching wildly, failing to grasp anything solid, instead grabbing air and landing in a heap of last-season's fashionable robes over what he made out to be a large house elf.
Except the house elf was not a house-elf so much as it was Ginny Weasley. A bruised and disgruntled Ginny. She had dropped her books and had bent down to retrieve them resulting in this encounter.
"Watch it you git!" She shouted. Draco decided to take it as helpful advice and not get angry. After all one should watch where one is going as to not get hurt, he reasoned. He took a deep breath and tried one last time.
"Ginny, has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like a house elf? Perhaps it's because your ears are a bit pointy and funny-looking," he beamed.
However, Draco wasn't too astonished when she stuck his wand, with agility, up his symmetrical nose. It was just one of those days, he figured.
"I hate you!"
"No wait Ginny, I t-thought you'd like that compliment."
"That was a compliment?" She asked incredulously.
"Well yes, I mean don't girls like being thought of as small like house-elves?"
"More like fairies, you prat, not like house-elves."
"Oh."
Ginny brushed dust off her robes obsolete in style. (And still this season's obsolete.) robes. "Anyhow, why are you suddenly trying to be decent and giving compliments?" She asked with great traces of suspicion in her tone.
Draco was getting ready to remark on "the loveliness of her high-pitched squeaky voice" but decided to save it for later. Instead he muttered, "I just thought you might...I wanted to ... I don't know. This isn't working I am doomed." He slumped against the wall and buried his head in his hands mournfully.