Hey peoples. Wassup? I'm back for the third installment of 'Draco Pan'
(gotta give the public what it wants right?) I'm very happy with the
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Disclaimer: I don't own the story of Harry Potter, or The story of Peter Pan, so if you want to sue me. DON'T! (And you can't, now that I've put the disclaimer on, so there!)
Where we last left off.
"Who is playing Peter Pan? You never said who was playing him."
"I am" said the one voice that Ginny didn't want to hear.
Everyone turned to look at Malfoy, who stood there, with a sour look on his face.
"What?" Ginny asked, out of pure shock.
"I'm playing Peter Pan."
Chapter Three - Rehearsals
This can't be happening. please say this isn't happening. Ginny thought. She could feel everyone staring at both her, and Malfoy.
"Come on everyone. Enough talking. Let's get to work now."
Ginny was never so grateful to hear a teachers voice in her life. Suddenly, a book appeared in her hand. Everyone else looked mildly surprised. Ginny sighed with relief. Everyone was forgetting about it. At least, for now. She stared at cover of the book. It showed a young girl sitting on a windowsill, and looking at the stars. It was so pretty, that Ginny almost forgot her misery for a second. Almost.
"So. we're going to start at Act One, Scene one, with John and Micheal fighting. Just read your lines."
Professor McGonagall paused, and waited. And waited. Everyone was looking bored.
"What's wrong?" she finally asked.
"Neville! You're supposed to start now." Harry whispered to him.
"Oh! I guess I forgot." He said, turning red.
Everyone groaned.
"If that Longbottom were any more stupid, he wouldn't know how to walk. As it is, he's a god for nothing-"
"Shut up Mafloy." Ginny hissed. Malfoy turned to her.
"And why should I weasel? Oh." He smirked at her. "You like him, don't you?"
"Neville's my friend. Nothing more." She growled at him.
"Oh! I'm a weasel. I love a fat lump named Longbottom! Oh my!" he said in a girlie voice.
"Malfoy. I'm warning you. don't push me."
"Say. that's not such a bad idea."
"Say what?"
Before she could say a word, Ginny found herself on the floor. Pain shot up her lower back.
"Miss Weasely?" McGonagall's voice was concerned.
Everyone turned to look at her. Why does it hurt to move? Unexpected tears came to her eyes.
"Are you alright Gin?" Harry asked. He now stood at her side.
"Not really." she croaked out. The pain was slowly subsiding.
"Here." Harry held out his hand, and she took it gratefully. Once on her feet, she practically collapsed in Harry's arms.
"Ginny!"
"I'm alright." She forced her eyes open. Everyone was staring at her, concern reflecting on his or her faces. I'll get you Malfoy. if it's the last thing I do. This is now an all out WAR.
"Are you sure you're alright Ginny? Perhaps you'd like to go up to your dorm and rest?" Professor McGonagall's voice was kind. Ginny longed to go up and rest, but it would mean giving it to the pain, and giving Mafloy the last laugh. She wasn't about to do THAT.
"No" she said with effort. "I'll be fine."
"Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall's voice turned frigid.
"That was uncalled for, and dangerous. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Malfoy shrugged. "Can I help it if she can't take a joke?"
The professor's face took on a nasty grin, one that made Ginny feel much better.
"Should we see if you can take any of MY jokes, Mr. Malfoy? I've got quite a lot of good ones..."
Ginny grinned. Professor McGonagall was well-liked, but her practical jokes, though few and far between, were almost criminally good.
The last time she'd pranked someone, she'd cast a spell on a boy that would make any food he came near try to eat him.
Needless to say, with all the running the boy had gotten, he'd lost quite a bit of weight
Malfoy paled. "No thanks!"
* * * *
The rest of the afternoon passed by slowly for Ginny. They got through the first two acts, and Ginny used her anger as a key tool in her reading. When they had finished the rehearsal for the day everyone came up to her, and told her what a great job she had done. She smiled, and thanked everyone, and managed to forget her anger. Then Malfoy walked by her with a sneer, and it returned with a vengeance.
"Ginny?" Harry saw her frown. He didn't like to see her frown. Her smile was so pretty. and these days it was so rare.
"What?" she asked.
"What's going on?"
"What're you talking about?"
"You aren't alright Ginny. If you were, you wouldn't still be angry."
How well he reads my facial expression. but he doesn't understand. How could Harry possibly understand what I'm going through?
"Maybe so. But don't worry about it. It's not your concern."
Harry was shocked. She was almost. rude to him.
"What?" he asked.
She sighed. "Never mind. You don't understand. You couldn't possibly understand."
'But-"
"Just leave me alone."
She picked up her stuff and left, leaving Harry staring open-mouthed at her retreating back. Once Ginny was safe in her dorm, only then did she let her pent up tear flow unchecked. This is how it's going to be. I can't show my weakness to anyone. Especially Malfoy. She thought. She cried until she could cry no more, and curled up in her bed. Sleep claimed her for the night.
The next morning, Ginny awoke with a terrible headache. He head pounded on relentlessly, as she got ready for school. She barely made it to the great hall. Ron and Hermione looked at her worriedly when she sat down.
"You ok Ginny?" Hermione asked.
"Headache." she managed to whisper. The noise in the great hall was nearly deafening to her ears. It made her want to pass out. But I can't show any signs of weakness. Suddenly, a plate of food was put in front of her.
"Here. Eat something. You probably have a headache, because you didn't eat dinner yesterday."
"Thanks Hermione." Said Ginny gratefully. She began eating, and thankfully, found her headache was clearing up.
"Longbottom and Weasel. The two most pathetic losers around." Came the nasty drawl. Ginny was just finishing her breakfast, Her headache was basically gone.
"Hey Mad Flea! If we're so pathetic. why is it we were put in the house where people are loyal and brave? If anything, you're the pathetic one. Coward."
Mafloy glared daggers at her.
"Well at least I'm rich!" he said.
Ginny's eyes flashed an evil red.
"But you're a coward. You can't buy bravery, or friendship. or intelligence"
"I'm not a coward!" he said, his eyed flashing venomous hatred towards her.
"If you're not. prove it!" she said, almost gleefully.
Ha ha...he didn't say anything about not being intelligent or having friends. I'll have to rub his nose in that one later
"Fine I will!" he said,
"Go ahead. I'm waiting."
She crossed her arms, and stared at him. She could almost sense the hidden fear. After a few minutes, he said.
"There are too many people around."
"Hah! That just proves I'm right. You ARE a coward."
"No I'm not!" he yelled. Conversation stopped dead, and everyone stared at Malfoy. He glared at everyone.
"Mr. Malfoy? Trouble?" Everyone turned to look at Professor Dumbledore, who looked at Mafloy, concerned.
"No. Nothing's wrong." He said
"Then please join your classmates."
Mafloy turned to o back to his seat, but not before leaning in, and whispering in Ginny's ear.
"I'll get you for this weasel. you mark my words. You will pay."
"Words Malfoy. It's all words and no action." Ginny hissed back.
He smirked at her. "We'll just see who has the last laugh."
"If it's you, I'll make sure it is your last."
He strode back to his seat. Ginny was left wondering how much hatred you could feel for someone without it consuming you. She sighed, and ate the rest of her meal in silence.
* * * *
The day wore on, and soon Ginny found herself facing the dreaded rehearsal. She groaned inwardly when she reached the Great Hall at 4:00. Heaving a sigh, she opened the doors, expecting Malfoy to pounce on her.. But nothing happened. Malfoy was at the other end of the room. He didn't even notice her. Maybe it's best that he doesn't notice me. She thought.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were talking over on the other side of the room, away from Malfoy. Ginny joined them in their conversation. To her great relief, no one asked about this morning's argument between her and Malfoy.
Time passed. To her great surprise, Ginny was having fun, and before she knew it, rehearsal was over. The only thing that bothered her was why Malfoy didn't even blink an eye at her. It was almost like she was getting.used to the idea of a daily argument. Like without it, she felt sort of. incomplete. What am I thinking? Have I gone crazy? She wondered.
The thought stayed in her mind over the next few days. Malfoy strangely had stopped talking to her completely. It was like she didn't even exist to him. She been expecting a kamikaze attack on her after she'd embarrassed him, but this. she didn't know what was going on. It's probably for the best anyway. she thought.
Rehearsals were starting to get more challenging. Ginny had so many lines to memorize. The play was in 5 weeks. A little over a month. So far, Ginny had the first 4 scenes in act one mostly memorized. She worked hard, and everyone praised her for her efforts.
The next day, Ginny came to rehearsal, only to hear that Malfoy wasn't there, due to "sickness". Like I believe that. he's probably completely avoiding me now. She thought. She sighed, and put her bags down.
"Now everyone. I want you to open up you books to the last scene. We want to start establishing our 'romance' between Peter Pan and Wendy."
"But Professor McGonagall. Malfoy isn't here." Ginny said. And thank goodness he's not. I shudder at the thought of me falling in love with him, even If it's only acting. She thought.
"I know that Miss Weasley. Mr. Potter will fill in for him today."
Ginny stared at her in disbelief.
"Come on Mr. Potter. We don't have all day."
Harry stepped up to the front of the room, and joined Ginny.
"Open your book to page 97. We'll start from there." McGonagall directed.
Harry and Ginny obediently opened their books, and began reading.
"Well. I guess this means Goodbye then." Ginny read.
"No it doesn't." Harry read
"Why not? I have to leave NeverNever Land. I can't stay here. I want to grow up, and be a mother."
"But you don't understand! We can be together. Wendy I love you!"
Everyone stared at Harry in shock, as he leaned in and kissed her. Ginny felt her face flush in embarrassment. As soon as her released her, Ginny couldn't look him in the eye. She stared at the floor.
I can't believe he did that! And the worst part is. I didn't feel anything. I think I'm officially 'over' with him. Ginny gave a small sigh. She didn't love Harry anymore.
And at the exact moment, someone else was thinking the exact opposite..
Why did I do that? Why? Because you love her. but I can't! But you do.. Harry sighed deeply. There was no denying it. He loved Ginny Weasley.
A/N: Oh my! What a surprise ending. I'm going to have conflict here. Things are starting to get interesting between Harry, Malfoy, and Ginny eh? I would like to thank everyone again for reviewing. It really made me happy to see that so many people like this story. Please R&R some more, and I will catch up with you in chapter 4. Luv ya lotz! Bandana Gurl ~_^ AKA BG
Disclaimer: I don't own the story of Harry Potter, or The story of Peter Pan, so if you want to sue me. DON'T! (And you can't, now that I've put the disclaimer on, so there!)
Where we last left off.
"Who is playing Peter Pan? You never said who was playing him."
"I am" said the one voice that Ginny didn't want to hear.
Everyone turned to look at Malfoy, who stood there, with a sour look on his face.
"What?" Ginny asked, out of pure shock.
"I'm playing Peter Pan."
Chapter Three - Rehearsals
This can't be happening. please say this isn't happening. Ginny thought. She could feel everyone staring at both her, and Malfoy.
"Come on everyone. Enough talking. Let's get to work now."
Ginny was never so grateful to hear a teachers voice in her life. Suddenly, a book appeared in her hand. Everyone else looked mildly surprised. Ginny sighed with relief. Everyone was forgetting about it. At least, for now. She stared at cover of the book. It showed a young girl sitting on a windowsill, and looking at the stars. It was so pretty, that Ginny almost forgot her misery for a second. Almost.
"So. we're going to start at Act One, Scene one, with John and Micheal fighting. Just read your lines."
Professor McGonagall paused, and waited. And waited. Everyone was looking bored.
"What's wrong?" she finally asked.
"Neville! You're supposed to start now." Harry whispered to him.
"Oh! I guess I forgot." He said, turning red.
Everyone groaned.
"If that Longbottom were any more stupid, he wouldn't know how to walk. As it is, he's a god for nothing-"
"Shut up Mafloy." Ginny hissed. Malfoy turned to her.
"And why should I weasel? Oh." He smirked at her. "You like him, don't you?"
"Neville's my friend. Nothing more." She growled at him.
"Oh! I'm a weasel. I love a fat lump named Longbottom! Oh my!" he said in a girlie voice.
"Malfoy. I'm warning you. don't push me."
"Say. that's not such a bad idea."
"Say what?"
Before she could say a word, Ginny found herself on the floor. Pain shot up her lower back.
"Miss Weasely?" McGonagall's voice was concerned.
Everyone turned to look at her. Why does it hurt to move? Unexpected tears came to her eyes.
"Are you alright Gin?" Harry asked. He now stood at her side.
"Not really." she croaked out. The pain was slowly subsiding.
"Here." Harry held out his hand, and she took it gratefully. Once on her feet, she practically collapsed in Harry's arms.
"Ginny!"
"I'm alright." She forced her eyes open. Everyone was staring at her, concern reflecting on his or her faces. I'll get you Malfoy. if it's the last thing I do. This is now an all out WAR.
"Are you sure you're alright Ginny? Perhaps you'd like to go up to your dorm and rest?" Professor McGonagall's voice was kind. Ginny longed to go up and rest, but it would mean giving it to the pain, and giving Mafloy the last laugh. She wasn't about to do THAT.
"No" she said with effort. "I'll be fine."
"Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall's voice turned frigid.
"That was uncalled for, and dangerous. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Malfoy shrugged. "Can I help it if she can't take a joke?"
The professor's face took on a nasty grin, one that made Ginny feel much better.
"Should we see if you can take any of MY jokes, Mr. Malfoy? I've got quite a lot of good ones..."
Ginny grinned. Professor McGonagall was well-liked, but her practical jokes, though few and far between, were almost criminally good.
The last time she'd pranked someone, she'd cast a spell on a boy that would make any food he came near try to eat him.
Needless to say, with all the running the boy had gotten, he'd lost quite a bit of weight
Malfoy paled. "No thanks!"
* * * *
The rest of the afternoon passed by slowly for Ginny. They got through the first two acts, and Ginny used her anger as a key tool in her reading. When they had finished the rehearsal for the day everyone came up to her, and told her what a great job she had done. She smiled, and thanked everyone, and managed to forget her anger. Then Malfoy walked by her with a sneer, and it returned with a vengeance.
"Ginny?" Harry saw her frown. He didn't like to see her frown. Her smile was so pretty. and these days it was so rare.
"What?" she asked.
"What's going on?"
"What're you talking about?"
"You aren't alright Ginny. If you were, you wouldn't still be angry."
How well he reads my facial expression. but he doesn't understand. How could Harry possibly understand what I'm going through?
"Maybe so. But don't worry about it. It's not your concern."
Harry was shocked. She was almost. rude to him.
"What?" he asked.
She sighed. "Never mind. You don't understand. You couldn't possibly understand."
'But-"
"Just leave me alone."
She picked up her stuff and left, leaving Harry staring open-mouthed at her retreating back. Once Ginny was safe in her dorm, only then did she let her pent up tear flow unchecked. This is how it's going to be. I can't show my weakness to anyone. Especially Malfoy. She thought. She cried until she could cry no more, and curled up in her bed. Sleep claimed her for the night.
The next morning, Ginny awoke with a terrible headache. He head pounded on relentlessly, as she got ready for school. She barely made it to the great hall. Ron and Hermione looked at her worriedly when she sat down.
"You ok Ginny?" Hermione asked.
"Headache." she managed to whisper. The noise in the great hall was nearly deafening to her ears. It made her want to pass out. But I can't show any signs of weakness. Suddenly, a plate of food was put in front of her.
"Here. Eat something. You probably have a headache, because you didn't eat dinner yesterday."
"Thanks Hermione." Said Ginny gratefully. She began eating, and thankfully, found her headache was clearing up.
"Longbottom and Weasel. The two most pathetic losers around." Came the nasty drawl. Ginny was just finishing her breakfast, Her headache was basically gone.
"Hey Mad Flea! If we're so pathetic. why is it we were put in the house where people are loyal and brave? If anything, you're the pathetic one. Coward."
Mafloy glared daggers at her.
"Well at least I'm rich!" he said.
Ginny's eyes flashed an evil red.
"But you're a coward. You can't buy bravery, or friendship. or intelligence"
"I'm not a coward!" he said, his eyed flashing venomous hatred towards her.
"If you're not. prove it!" she said, almost gleefully.
Ha ha...he didn't say anything about not being intelligent or having friends. I'll have to rub his nose in that one later
"Fine I will!" he said,
"Go ahead. I'm waiting."
She crossed her arms, and stared at him. She could almost sense the hidden fear. After a few minutes, he said.
"There are too many people around."
"Hah! That just proves I'm right. You ARE a coward."
"No I'm not!" he yelled. Conversation stopped dead, and everyone stared at Malfoy. He glared at everyone.
"Mr. Malfoy? Trouble?" Everyone turned to look at Professor Dumbledore, who looked at Mafloy, concerned.
"No. Nothing's wrong." He said
"Then please join your classmates."
Mafloy turned to o back to his seat, but not before leaning in, and whispering in Ginny's ear.
"I'll get you for this weasel. you mark my words. You will pay."
"Words Malfoy. It's all words and no action." Ginny hissed back.
He smirked at her. "We'll just see who has the last laugh."
"If it's you, I'll make sure it is your last."
He strode back to his seat. Ginny was left wondering how much hatred you could feel for someone without it consuming you. She sighed, and ate the rest of her meal in silence.
* * * *
The day wore on, and soon Ginny found herself facing the dreaded rehearsal. She groaned inwardly when she reached the Great Hall at 4:00. Heaving a sigh, she opened the doors, expecting Malfoy to pounce on her.. But nothing happened. Malfoy was at the other end of the room. He didn't even notice her. Maybe it's best that he doesn't notice me. She thought.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were talking over on the other side of the room, away from Malfoy. Ginny joined them in their conversation. To her great relief, no one asked about this morning's argument between her and Malfoy.
Time passed. To her great surprise, Ginny was having fun, and before she knew it, rehearsal was over. The only thing that bothered her was why Malfoy didn't even blink an eye at her. It was almost like she was getting.used to the idea of a daily argument. Like without it, she felt sort of. incomplete. What am I thinking? Have I gone crazy? She wondered.
The thought stayed in her mind over the next few days. Malfoy strangely had stopped talking to her completely. It was like she didn't even exist to him. She been expecting a kamikaze attack on her after she'd embarrassed him, but this. she didn't know what was going on. It's probably for the best anyway. she thought.
Rehearsals were starting to get more challenging. Ginny had so many lines to memorize. The play was in 5 weeks. A little over a month. So far, Ginny had the first 4 scenes in act one mostly memorized. She worked hard, and everyone praised her for her efforts.
The next day, Ginny came to rehearsal, only to hear that Malfoy wasn't there, due to "sickness". Like I believe that. he's probably completely avoiding me now. She thought. She sighed, and put her bags down.
"Now everyone. I want you to open up you books to the last scene. We want to start establishing our 'romance' between Peter Pan and Wendy."
"But Professor McGonagall. Malfoy isn't here." Ginny said. And thank goodness he's not. I shudder at the thought of me falling in love with him, even If it's only acting. She thought.
"I know that Miss Weasley. Mr. Potter will fill in for him today."
Ginny stared at her in disbelief.
"Come on Mr. Potter. We don't have all day."
Harry stepped up to the front of the room, and joined Ginny.
"Open your book to page 97. We'll start from there." McGonagall directed.
Harry and Ginny obediently opened their books, and began reading.
"Well. I guess this means Goodbye then." Ginny read.
"No it doesn't." Harry read
"Why not? I have to leave NeverNever Land. I can't stay here. I want to grow up, and be a mother."
"But you don't understand! We can be together. Wendy I love you!"
Everyone stared at Harry in shock, as he leaned in and kissed her. Ginny felt her face flush in embarrassment. As soon as her released her, Ginny couldn't look him in the eye. She stared at the floor.
I can't believe he did that! And the worst part is. I didn't feel anything. I think I'm officially 'over' with him. Ginny gave a small sigh. She didn't love Harry anymore.
And at the exact moment, someone else was thinking the exact opposite..
Why did I do that? Why? Because you love her. but I can't! But you do.. Harry sighed deeply. There was no denying it. He loved Ginny Weasley.
A/N: Oh my! What a surprise ending. I'm going to have conflict here. Things are starting to get interesting between Harry, Malfoy, and Ginny eh? I would like to thank everyone again for reviewing. It really made me happy to see that so many people like this story. Please R&R some more, and I will catch up with you in chapter 4. Luv ya lotz! Bandana Gurl ~_^ AKA BG
