Draco Malfoy ran his fingers through his bright blonde hair, leaning
against the wall outside one of the many small shops on Diagon Alley.
Beside him stood Pansy Parkinson, who had interlocked her arm with his,
yapping on and on to the fellow Slytherins who were standing around them.
Draco blocked her out, staring past Crabbe's wide figure at a girl standing
outside Ollivander's. Her straight brown hair fell around her shoulders,
framing her heart-shaped face like a halo. Draco eyed here, his gaze never
catching her bright blue eyes. She was laughing and talking with her
friends, their dark grey Hogwarts robes swaying around them. They group of
girls leaned in towards each other, whispering something before stepping
back again, laughing. The girl looked over, her eye catching his. She gave
him a shy smile, before looking away as she tucked her hair behind her ear
and walked away, whispering to her friends.
Pansy suddenly nudged Draco in the side. "Are you listening to me?" He stood up straight, pulling his arm from her grip. "I've got some stuff I've still gotta get," he said, running his hand through his hair again, ignoring Pansy's question. "I'll meet you guys later."
Draco pushed the image of Pansy's disgusted face as he'd walked away from the group out of his mind. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his school cloak tucked between his arm and his side, his sweater sleeves pushed up. Girls flashed flirty smiles at him as he passed, whispering and giggling after he'd walked by. He slipped into a bookshop, the bell on the door ringing as he entered. The storekeeper smiled at him, asking him if he could help him with anything. "I'm fine, thanks." Draco replied, disappearing into one of the rows of bookshelves. He leaned against the wall at the end of the row, sighing. Why was he feeling like this? Pansy was his girlfriend, he'd already made that clear to himself, and yet he still had doubts. He'd never liked her, only accepting her to shut her up. He thought about the girl from the street. His eye had been on Felicity Dawson sice the first day he'd seen her. It had been his first year at Hogwarts, the day of the Sorting Ceremony. He'd seen her as she gracefully glided up the steps towards the stool, smoothing out her skirt and crossing her legs as she sat down, a confident look in her eyes. Whispers had blown through the crowd as the hat was placed on her head, followed by applause as it announced her the newest member of Slytherin house.
Even now, in the beginning of his fifth year, he still hadn't gotten up the nerve to talk to her. What with Pansy always hanging on him, he'd never had the time. It was right then that he made his decision. Draco walked quietly out of the book shop, squinting his eyes in the late July sun. He walked around for a bit, thinking things through, before finally meeting up with his father and heading to the train station.
Draco found his friends in one of the many compartments, laughing and talking. They all smiled at him as he opened the door, asking him where he'd been. He just shrugged and looked over at Pansy. "I need to talk to you." Pansy smiled smugly at Helen Lenger, one of her fellow gossip-girl friends before getting up walking over to him, slipping her arm around his. She closed the compartment door as the exited, turning towards him. "What did you wanna talk to me about?" He nodded his head towards one of the empty compartments. They walked in and closed the door, sitting down across from one another. "Look," he began, running his hand through his hair like he always did. "Pansy, don't take this the wrong way but..." Her face shot into a look of disgust. "Are you...dumping me?!?" "Hear me out," Draco continued. "I just don't think things are working out between us, Pansy." He paused, waiting for her to yell or throw something at him. "I think we should...see other people." Pansy swallowed, feeling fire inside her. "Fine." She got up, angrily turning on her heels and walking out of the compartment, slamming the door shut behind her. Draco slumped back in his seat, sighing. Well, he thought. At least that takes care of her.
* * *
Felicity Dawson stared out the window, watching the world buzz by her. Her friends were laughing and talking, their excitement about the new school year growing. Felicity's mind was blank, containing only the visions of those piercing blue eyes that had met hers in Diagon Alley. The way she'd felt her stomach tie into a knot, the way his eyes had flashed. Her thoughts switched back to the conversation that was going on around her, and she looked over at her friends. "Did you see the way he was checking you out, Felicity?!?" Larua Klinton said, smiling. "Come on, Laura," Felicity said, waving her off. "We just happened to look at each other. Big deal." "Way big, Felicity!" Darra Lerron exclaimed. The other three in the compartment nodded. Mary-Elaine Junton, Kiley McClurne, and Lindsay Portland were almost walking Barbie dolls. Just like Laura, Darra and Felicity, they all had long, straight hair, beautiful smiles and deep colored eyes. Felicity examined her manicured fingernails, rubbing at the end of one of them to avoid making eye contact with any of them.
Even if they were her best friends, she didn't want to tell them she'd been crushing on Draco Malfoy since first year. All she needed was for them to pick on her about it every time he passed by. Felicity rolled her eyes at them and stood up. "I'll be right back, just need to use the bathroom." She slid past them and out of the compartment, pulling the door closed behind her. She sighed and walked down the eisle, sounds of talking and laughing coming from many of the compartments. She found what seemed like an empty compartment, and slid open the door.
Her breath caught in her throat. Draco Malfoy was sitting there, staring out the window and looking tired. He looked up at her, a look of surprise on his perfect face. "Oh," Felicity said nervously. "I'm s-sorry." She went to slide the door closed, but he put out a hand. "No, it's alright," he gestured to the seat across from him. "You can sit in here." Felicity walked cautiously into the small compartment, carefully closing the door behind her. She sat gracefully down, tossing her brown hair behind her shoulder. Draco stared at her, both confused and surprised. It's fate, he thought. I just left Pansy and here she is.
Felicity looked around nervously, the awkward silence eating at her. She could feel his bright eyes piercing her, and she looked at him. "I'm Felicity," she said. "Felicity Dawson." "I'm Draco, Draco Mal-" "I know." He felt his cheeks get hot, then it faded. "You're in Slytherin too, that's where I've seen you," Felicity said quickly, trying to make her last comment sound less stalker-like. Draco fumbled in his head, looking for something to say. "You're with that girl Pansy Parkinson, aren't you?" Felicity asked curiously. Draco looked up at her, his eyes moving from the floor to her. He shook his head, trying to keep from smiling. "Not anymore." Felicity tried to sound sypathetic. "That's too bad." He smiled at her, his dark eyes glowing. She smiled back, the knot in her stomach loosening.
Hermione Granger slid into the seat next to Harry Potter, followed by Ron Weasley. The Great Hall was packed with students, their voices buzzing throughout the hall, excitement rising. Hermione nudged Harry, a look of disgust across her face. "Looks like Malfoy's got himself another girl. What a cow," she said, plopping her elbows on the table. "She must be crazy." Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione was always saying something mean about Malfoy and whatever girl he had on his arm each day. The way her eyes got dark as she looked at her made Harry curious. No, he thought. No way would Hermione like Malfoy. But he just watched her as she stared at him, blabbing on and on about how horrible the girl was. He looked over at the girl, who was talking with Malfoy, smiling and flipping her long brown hair. She seemed nice, but Harry didn't jump to conclusions like that about any Slytherin. So far all of them had turned out to be nasty and mean, each and every one having their own special way of making you miserable.
Hermione just kept staring, her eyes narrowing at the girl. She was so beautiful, even with braces glimmering from her white teeth. Draco seemed so interested in her, soaking up every word she said with a smile on his perfect face. Why her, Hermione thought, Why not me?
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Okay, good first chapter...i hope. well please REVIEW becuz i said and then read the next one cuz....i said. The next chapter like skips ahead to like, 2 months later, so let's just say everyone is alot..."friendlier" (sp?) with each other.....um....yeah.
WaRNiNg: the next chapter contains.........some stuff- so .....brace yourself
thanks for the inspiration, Black Tear!
Thanks!
~*Sara AKA Lana PS: changing my pen name soon. this one is like...not me. I'll tell u what it is as soon as the change is made. ***
Pansy suddenly nudged Draco in the side. "Are you listening to me?" He stood up straight, pulling his arm from her grip. "I've got some stuff I've still gotta get," he said, running his hand through his hair again, ignoring Pansy's question. "I'll meet you guys later."
Draco pushed the image of Pansy's disgusted face as he'd walked away from the group out of his mind. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his school cloak tucked between his arm and his side, his sweater sleeves pushed up. Girls flashed flirty smiles at him as he passed, whispering and giggling after he'd walked by. He slipped into a bookshop, the bell on the door ringing as he entered. The storekeeper smiled at him, asking him if he could help him with anything. "I'm fine, thanks." Draco replied, disappearing into one of the rows of bookshelves. He leaned against the wall at the end of the row, sighing. Why was he feeling like this? Pansy was his girlfriend, he'd already made that clear to himself, and yet he still had doubts. He'd never liked her, only accepting her to shut her up. He thought about the girl from the street. His eye had been on Felicity Dawson sice the first day he'd seen her. It had been his first year at Hogwarts, the day of the Sorting Ceremony. He'd seen her as she gracefully glided up the steps towards the stool, smoothing out her skirt and crossing her legs as she sat down, a confident look in her eyes. Whispers had blown through the crowd as the hat was placed on her head, followed by applause as it announced her the newest member of Slytherin house.
Even now, in the beginning of his fifth year, he still hadn't gotten up the nerve to talk to her. What with Pansy always hanging on him, he'd never had the time. It was right then that he made his decision. Draco walked quietly out of the book shop, squinting his eyes in the late July sun. He walked around for a bit, thinking things through, before finally meeting up with his father and heading to the train station.
Draco found his friends in one of the many compartments, laughing and talking. They all smiled at him as he opened the door, asking him where he'd been. He just shrugged and looked over at Pansy. "I need to talk to you." Pansy smiled smugly at Helen Lenger, one of her fellow gossip-girl friends before getting up walking over to him, slipping her arm around his. She closed the compartment door as the exited, turning towards him. "What did you wanna talk to me about?" He nodded his head towards one of the empty compartments. They walked in and closed the door, sitting down across from one another. "Look," he began, running his hand through his hair like he always did. "Pansy, don't take this the wrong way but..." Her face shot into a look of disgust. "Are you...dumping me?!?" "Hear me out," Draco continued. "I just don't think things are working out between us, Pansy." He paused, waiting for her to yell or throw something at him. "I think we should...see other people." Pansy swallowed, feeling fire inside her. "Fine." She got up, angrily turning on her heels and walking out of the compartment, slamming the door shut behind her. Draco slumped back in his seat, sighing. Well, he thought. At least that takes care of her.
* * *
Felicity Dawson stared out the window, watching the world buzz by her. Her friends were laughing and talking, their excitement about the new school year growing. Felicity's mind was blank, containing only the visions of those piercing blue eyes that had met hers in Diagon Alley. The way she'd felt her stomach tie into a knot, the way his eyes had flashed. Her thoughts switched back to the conversation that was going on around her, and she looked over at her friends. "Did you see the way he was checking you out, Felicity?!?" Larua Klinton said, smiling. "Come on, Laura," Felicity said, waving her off. "We just happened to look at each other. Big deal." "Way big, Felicity!" Darra Lerron exclaimed. The other three in the compartment nodded. Mary-Elaine Junton, Kiley McClurne, and Lindsay Portland were almost walking Barbie dolls. Just like Laura, Darra and Felicity, they all had long, straight hair, beautiful smiles and deep colored eyes. Felicity examined her manicured fingernails, rubbing at the end of one of them to avoid making eye contact with any of them.
Even if they were her best friends, she didn't want to tell them she'd been crushing on Draco Malfoy since first year. All she needed was for them to pick on her about it every time he passed by. Felicity rolled her eyes at them and stood up. "I'll be right back, just need to use the bathroom." She slid past them and out of the compartment, pulling the door closed behind her. She sighed and walked down the eisle, sounds of talking and laughing coming from many of the compartments. She found what seemed like an empty compartment, and slid open the door.
Her breath caught in her throat. Draco Malfoy was sitting there, staring out the window and looking tired. He looked up at her, a look of surprise on his perfect face. "Oh," Felicity said nervously. "I'm s-sorry." She went to slide the door closed, but he put out a hand. "No, it's alright," he gestured to the seat across from him. "You can sit in here." Felicity walked cautiously into the small compartment, carefully closing the door behind her. She sat gracefully down, tossing her brown hair behind her shoulder. Draco stared at her, both confused and surprised. It's fate, he thought. I just left Pansy and here she is.
Felicity looked around nervously, the awkward silence eating at her. She could feel his bright eyes piercing her, and she looked at him. "I'm Felicity," she said. "Felicity Dawson." "I'm Draco, Draco Mal-" "I know." He felt his cheeks get hot, then it faded. "You're in Slytherin too, that's where I've seen you," Felicity said quickly, trying to make her last comment sound less stalker-like. Draco fumbled in his head, looking for something to say. "You're with that girl Pansy Parkinson, aren't you?" Felicity asked curiously. Draco looked up at her, his eyes moving from the floor to her. He shook his head, trying to keep from smiling. "Not anymore." Felicity tried to sound sypathetic. "That's too bad." He smiled at her, his dark eyes glowing. She smiled back, the knot in her stomach loosening.
Hermione Granger slid into the seat next to Harry Potter, followed by Ron Weasley. The Great Hall was packed with students, their voices buzzing throughout the hall, excitement rising. Hermione nudged Harry, a look of disgust across her face. "Looks like Malfoy's got himself another girl. What a cow," she said, plopping her elbows on the table. "She must be crazy." Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione was always saying something mean about Malfoy and whatever girl he had on his arm each day. The way her eyes got dark as she looked at her made Harry curious. No, he thought. No way would Hermione like Malfoy. But he just watched her as she stared at him, blabbing on and on about how horrible the girl was. He looked over at the girl, who was talking with Malfoy, smiling and flipping her long brown hair. She seemed nice, but Harry didn't jump to conclusions like that about any Slytherin. So far all of them had turned out to be nasty and mean, each and every one having their own special way of making you miserable.
Hermione just kept staring, her eyes narrowing at the girl. She was so beautiful, even with braces glimmering from her white teeth. Draco seemed so interested in her, soaking up every word she said with a smile on his perfect face. Why her, Hermione thought, Why not me?
~*~
Okay, good first chapter...i hope. well please REVIEW becuz i said and then read the next one cuz....i said. The next chapter like skips ahead to like, 2 months later, so let's just say everyone is alot..."friendlier" (sp?) with each other.....um....yeah.
WaRNiNg: the next chapter contains.........some stuff- so .....brace yourself
thanks for the inspiration, Black Tear!
Thanks!
~*Sara AKA Lana PS: changing my pen name soon. this one is like...not me. I'll tell u what it is as soon as the change is made. ***