Authors Note: I don't own Harry Potter so don't assume that I do! Cause I don't ok??? I said I don't!!! GEEZ!!
Out of this world
Chapter 2: Contemplations
Draco Malfoy sat glaring at his book. He had been looking at it now for almost ten minutes and hadn't been able to take in anything. Ginny Weasley was haunting him in his mind. Draco had never seen the littlest Weasley get so angry before. He knew something must've been bothering her before he walked in and Malfoy itched to know what it was.
'This is silly, she's a Weasley. What do I care?' He kept telling himself this over and over again without much success. The truth was he did care. Something about her made him want to care. And that was something he couldn't be proud of. His father would beat him blind if he ever knew. Lucius would never understand, even if Draco told him what Ginny had done for him last year.
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Draco wasn't even sure what had happened but he had been caught off guard between Weasley (older) and Potter with no wand. He had tried to fight them off but they both had wands and put him in a full body lock. Potter and Weasley had started walking around him saying things about him, to him. Every now and then they kicked him in his ribs. He had known that they broken at least one rib and that even if they let him go from the spell that he wouldn't be able to move and that no one was likely to find him until Monday. It was right after they had left and he lay whimpering on the ground of a 3rd floor corridor that she had shown up.
Without even asking what had happened to him Virginia had knelt down next to him and performed the counter charm to pull him out of the curse. He winced in pain as he tried to move his head to look at her better. Ginny noticed and smiled slightly to herself in an I-know-what's-wrong sort of way.
"Draco, I know it'll hurt but you have to stand up. We need to get you to the hospital wing soon and I know I couldn't carry you even if I tried." She had whispered it gently to him. After everything Draco had done to her, to her family, she was helping him. He looked at the hand she offered him and let her help him up. The pain doubled in his chest and Draco almost passed out, but she still held onto him.
Ginny had steadied Draco on her shoulder for all he was nearly a head taller than her and much more muscular. She had brought him to the infirmary and explained Madame Pomfrey that he had fallen down the stairs and she thought he may have broken a few ribs. At the time it had seemed impossible that this small girl, this timid creature that had always feared him, was standing there lying for him. Draco still had trouble believing it sometimes. After that, though he had kept up his image and let no one know what had really happened, he thought differently of her.
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Now sitting in the compartment he shared with Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, Draco couldn't stop thinking about that night. He had never thanked her, which would have ruined his image to everyone in the school. And to him, that made him more miserable than anything else. Draco was always seen as the coldhearted bastard that everyone thought he was. What if he actually showed that he did have the possibility to be compassionate towards others?
Draco laughed at the mere thought causing the other Slytherin's to look at him oddly. He glared at them all until they returned to whatever they had been doing before he had momentarily lost his mind. Ginny still haunted his mind and the more he tried to suppress her constant nagging the louder it became until he just gave into it.
Maybe it was the fact that she had looked so different this year that was making him remember her so vividly. She had seemed to have more fire, more something. And she had looked amazing. Her delicate features were outlined in her soft auburn hair that framed her face. Her skin was milky smooth and the second Draco had seen her he had longed to touch her. It was also the first time he had noticed her body which was gorgeous in its own right. The white tank top and tight denim jeans showed off her perfect curves in a way that had made him want to fuck her right then and there…
'What am I THINKING?!? She's a Weasley!!! I can NOT be attracted to a Weasley!!! That's just… That's just wrong!' Draco shook himself mentally. He definitely needed to see a therapist.
"Hey Draco want to play a game of exploding snap with us? You can be on my team!" Pansy batted her eyelashes at him in what she thought was a flirtatious manner. In reality it just made her look like she was having a seizure.
"Pansy, we can't play in teams, we have an uneven number of players!" Blaise was aggravated at the pug-nosed girl in front of him. He obviously detested her and even Crabbe and Goyle knew it, for all they were dumber than a block of stone.
Malfoy refused to play on the pretense that he was going for a walk. He strolled down the corridors of the train knowing full well that he was bound to run into Potter, Granger, and Weasley. And to be completely honest, he really didn't care. He could use a good reason to piss his father off and detention was just the way to do it.
Like Ginny, Draco had spent his summer being miserable, though he could never show it around his father. Lucius Malfoy was deeply immersed in the happenings of the Death Eaters and his Master, Voldemort. All summer he had urged Draco to join him on his killings to try and bring the glory back to Voldemort that Harry Potter had stolen from him 16 years before. But Draco didn't want to join with the Dark Lord and used excuses that he had homework and essays and cleaning to do for the 8 weeks he was home.
Sometimes it seemed to Draco that his father didn't even know he had a son, and every time they had a conversation it was as if Lucius was talking to a colleague or a business acquaintance. The only time Draco knew that his father acknowledged that his son was even living was when he messed up on something. Sometimes Draco tried to cause trouble just so he could maybe get a howler or even an angry letter. Anything would be better than the nothing in his opinion.
When Draco got to the end of the train without seeing any member of the dream team he couldn't help but feel slightly let down. He had wanted to spell Potter, to start the year off right. But he supposed that could wait until the next day. The train seemed to be slowing down and he still needed to put his robes on. Draco trotted back to his compartment and miraculously found it empty. He decided that Crabbe, Zabini, and Goyle couldn't stand being near Pansy too long and took off and that Pansy had gone off to look for him. She really was a little leach in his opinion.
Draco changed into his robes, as his mind wandered back to Ginny. It took him a few minutes and the whistle of the train as it came to a stop for him to realize what he was doing and shake himself out of the dream state. He couldn't be attracted to her, especially since her brother was one of his more greater enemies. Or rather scratch that, her brother's. All of them seemed to have quite the attitudes on them, Draco figured it must be something in the water.
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A/N: HA!!! I bet you didn't think Draco had a heart now did you??? DID you??? I think Ill mess with all ur minds a lil bit… please don't hate me if I take a lil while updating, we're remodeling our kitchen at the moment… newayz… so howd u like it??? R/R!!! pwetty pweeze, and don't worry I wont make u too confused… BYEEE!!!