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Out of this world
Chapter 5: Distracting
Draco walked towards his bed, appreciating for the first time the silence that was granted to the Head Boy and Girl by having their own dorm rooms. The silver and green that laced itself around all the hangings gave the room a dismal effect however. He had always hated green. Ever since Draco had been a child, he had been fond of red. Blood-red. Like Ginny's hair.
'Now where did that come from? Ever since we got back, that little red-headed bitch has been slithering her way into my mind' He had to give her credit though. Even Draco had to admit that she had a way of leaving a new impression each time you saw her. It was an aura around her that never went away.
Draco turned over on his bed and stared into the mirror across from him. The man that stared back was a complete stranger to him. Pale blonde hair arched over his eyebrows curving in to frame grey eyes with tiny flecks of gold and silver receding into their depths. A strong jaw gave the impression of position and authority, but the soft slope to his nose showed passion and persistence. Draco didn't know that man.
The person he knew was independent, strong and standoffish. He was cold and arrogant and cruel. The person Draco knew didn't have feelings of lust towards someone with the name Weasley. The person in the mirror did, though and that was more than he could ever want to admit.
Thoughts of her crept through him causing him to shift with agitation. How could she do this to him? How could a Weasley make a Malfoy ache with pure desire? It was highly unheard of. If his father ever knew what went on in his mind, but he didn't. If he could, his hunger for Virginia Weasley to ease his desire would be the least of Lucius' worries.
In truth Draco knew that his father meant well. All he wanted was to bring the man he admired to have the power to take over the world. That isn't so much to ask is it? But that wasn't what Lucius' son wanted out of life. He didn't want Lord Voldemort to ever come to power. Draco never voiced his opinions to anyone. Who would he voice them to? His friends? He didn't have friends. The people that others assumed were Draco's friends were in fact the people that had been forced upon him by his father. Crabbe, Goyle, even Pansy, though no one thought he was friends with her. It seemed that everyone except for Pansy knew that Draco detested the vapid whore.
That first year, when Draco came to Hogwarts, he knew he was going to be put in Slytherin. It wasn't out of his want to be in that house, but because of where had grown up. How he had grown up. Everything seemed to have been planned out for him by his father. It wasn't Draco's life that he was living, it was Lucius'. Draco was living the life that his father always wanted. A life that was further from what he wanted than anything.
In reality, Draco wished he had been placed in Ravenclaw. He wanted to be the type of person who was brilliant with everything placed before him, the type of person who didn't have to hide behind an iron mask. He wanted to be someone Ginny would lust after in the same way he lusted after her.
Maybe it wasn't even lust. Maybe he truly did love her. For all he didn't just want her magnificent body. He had a sense of respect for the soft, brooding, intelligent prefect. Draco was drawn to her though, not for her mind or her body, but for her compassion. She had forgiven him that night. When he would have left her lying on the floor, she had helped him. That wasn't something he could forget.
And even earlier that day, she had helped him with his books. Admittedly he had let his guard down and paid no mind to her running into him. He thought perhaps that was why Ginny had stared at him so penetratingly when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her eyes and his had locked upon one another and even from the distance he could tell every bit of honey and cinnamon that encompassed her shining orbs.
The clock in the corner chimed 7 o'clock. Draco groaned and heaved himself out of bed. He was late to meet with Snape. He was supposed to be watching over some poor wretch during their detention. Why Snape couldn't do it was beyond him.
Slowly Draco made his way down to Snape's room and pushed open the door. Standing in the corner, mop in hand was a very familiar red-head, and at the desk in front was an even more familiar greasy-haired teacher. Snape's eyes shot Draco a look of pure venom, obviously for leaving him alone in a room with Virginia Weasley for the past 10 minutes.
"You're late! I had expected you here well before now. I do have somewhere to be you know!" Severus Snape crossed the room while practically spitting the words out. Draco knew he had made a mistake in being late.
"Sorry professor, I fell asleep while writing my Transfiguration essay. I'm just glad I woke when my clock had chimed, otherwise I might've been even later."
"Never mind. Just watch her and make sure she does her work. I want this dungeon spotless by the time I return!" And with that, he left the room leaving Ginny and Draco alone.
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A/N: OMG I know its short and I am sooo sorry, but I really have been blocked for like forever and I wanted their detention to be its own chapter… if its boring, sue me I don't give a rats ass, but but is it good??? U like it??? R/R soon!!! Please??? Thanx luv yas alls BYEEEE!!!!