Good Paula/ Bad Paula
Disclaimer: Draco Elddir is mine. Yay! He's a hottie, too! As for everyone else- they JK Rowling's property.
A Ginny/ Draco Fan Fiction- rated 13+
By: MeEm
# Thinks #
* * * means change in narrators
// Sorting Hat thinks //
Chapter Two
"Draco?" I replied. "I know a Draco. Draco Malfoy. Are you new or something?"
# Wow! He looks like Draco, too! #
The boy nodded. "That would explain why you are in the prefects carriage," I said haughtily.
"Are you a prefect?" quipped the-new-guy-called-Draco. "Yes I am!"
"Oh," he got up. "I suppose I'd better go then."
Sighing, I said "You can come with me, I'm Pansy by the way. Pansy Parkinson."
"Nice to meet you, Pansy." Said Draco
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I dumped my battered trunk on the table and gloomily sat down. Ron and Hermione were doing boring 'prefect' stuff and Harry was talking about 'boy' stuff to Seamus, Dean and Neville.
I didn't fancy sitting with them like a spare part. So I came here, and now I'm sitting on my bill like a loser.
# Get a grip, Gin #
Maybe I would go and find Luna Lovegood. She at least would talk to me…
# Yeah, I'll go hang out with Loony Luna. #
Getting up, I glanced out of the window. It was raining. # Typical. #
* * *
I found Blaise Zabani, Crabbe, Goyle and a few other slytherins and sat down.
"How were the holidays?" Blaise asked, not really caring.
"Fine,"
He nodded. I could tell there was something he was bursting to tell me. # I'll make him wait a while! #
"Nice weather, isn't it?" I commented sarcastically.
"Hmm…"
# This is boring… #
"Go on then, what's happened?" I smirked. Blaise grinned, his dark eyes sparkling. "I've got a girlfriend!"
"Who?" I replied instantly. Blaise hesitated. Then…"Pansy Parkinson." My jaw dropped. # That pug-faced limpet of an ex-girlfriend? # Recovering quickly, I punched my mate playfully.
"Good on yer, Blaise!"
Just then, Pansy Parkinson walked in. "Talk of the devil!" I laughed. Blaise went bright red and smiled shyly at Pansy.
"Everyone!" she announced. "This is Draco Elddir! He's going to join our year,"
She stepped back, revealing 'Draco'. For the second time that day, my jaw dropped.
He looked exactly like me. Same floppy blonde fringe- that skimmed the same gray eyes- slicked back in the same style... Same pale skin… Same new, expensive robes… # He even has the same name as me! #
"Alright? I'm Blaise Zabani," Blaise introduced. "This is Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Draco Malfoy."
When Blaise said my name, Draco Elddir turned and our- identical- eyes met. I casually nodded. Elddir smirked and held out a hand.
I shook his hand. It was cold, freezing cold. I inwardly shuddered.
Parkinson latched herself onto Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle began playing knuckles (A/N: violent game where you take turns in trying to rap your opponent's knuckles- never play with the boys at my school! They are seriously vicious!) and I was, unusually, left on my bill. I decided to start a conversation with Elddir.
"How come you're starting Hogwarts so late?"
"-
Elddir was about to answer when the compartment door slid open, and a certain Weasley walked in…
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Ginny came to an abrupt stop, and swore under her breath.
The slytherins all stopped what they were doing and stared at her. With a dull numbness, Ginny noted a new boy who looked like Malfoy was sat there.
Taking a deep breath, Ginny walked foreword. Malfoy grabbed her wrist tightly. "What would Weasel King's ickle sister be doing here?" he sneered.
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. Ginny blushed and wrenched her arm but Malfoy was stronger than she was. He gripped her dainty wrist harder.
"Get off me!" Ginny cried shrilly. "Get off me!" mimicked Parkinson.
Malfoy let go and rammed Ginny into one of the tables. She crashed foreword, catching her lip on a sharp corner. They all laughed. Except the new boy. Ginny took this chance and ran through the carriage.
Fighting back tears Ginny felt blood well on her lower lip. A scarlet drop trickled down her chin, a sharp contrast to her pale skin.
[Back in the compartment…]
"Why did you do that?" said Draco Elddir angrily. Malfoy stopped laughing and scowled.
"Because it's a Weasley!" snapped Malfoy, emphasizing the 'it'. Elddir frowned. "You hurt her,"
"Le point!" Malfoy retorted, rolling his eyes. He scanned Elddir's face, looking for a difference…Yes!
With some relief, Malfoy noted a small silvery scar above Elddir's left eye…
* * *
I glared at Draco Malfoy, he was completely who I thought he'd be…Arrogant as Hell, spiteful and moody. # He's as moody as his stupid eyes- the colour of rain on the sea. #
The rest of the journey was uneventful and monotone. Time dollops foreword and soon I find myself in Professor Dumbledore's office, trying on his sorting hat…
// Hmm…I suppose I don't have a choice, do I? //
# Just sort me! Gryffindor or Slytherin- you decide. I don't care! #
// It's not that easy you know! You're a tricky one. You're brave, I'll give you that…But for all the wrong reasons, Draconatas, //
# Get on with it! #
// Very well… // The sorting hat sighed wearily.
"SLYTHERIN!"
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A/N: I am a really slow typer! I haven't been able to go on the PC for ages because my mum's hogged it for her essays etc. so I've been writing this by hand- which I'm much better at! I'm up to chapter 7 now! After a difficult start I've got into the story and the words just flow from my pen!!! Peace n Luv, MeEm xxx ;o)