Torture..... thats what this was. Ginny sat there, inside Hogwart's Great Hall, and just watched him. He could never be her's and she could never even try to get closer to him. Ron would kill her, then her flock of brothers just for a bit of fun would dig her up and kill her again. Draco Malfoy would never notice her....and she couldn't do anything about it. She had been locked up in an invisible prison with her own brother as the prison guard.
It was so frustrating to be kept in such an iron box all the time. Ron's voice ran throught her head " Don't talk to those Slytherins, Ginny. Don't play Quidditch, Ginny. Don't even try and make friends, Ginny, you know you'll only get hurt."
The stupid git TREATED HER LIKE A DAMN CHILD!!! She was sixteen and in her sixth year! He had no right.... but if she even tried to stand up to him, he'd owl mum and then all hell would break loose. It wasn't uncommon in the Weasley household for Mrs. Weasley to send Howlers to school. and at the end of each one she would always say 'and Ron, you'd better watch out for your sister. If she gets in trouble again like at the end of her first year, you'll be degnomeing the garden for the rest of your life!'
It didn't really matter that she had shown what she was made of in her fourth year or that she had the best mark in her Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Nope....none of that mattered. To the entire world she was still Little Ginny Weasley, can't control her brothers and can't defend herself.....
Ginny was shaken out of her thoughts as a flood or owls rained down upon the Great Hall. The mail had finally come....good. Now she could get the hell out of here. That was Ginny's escape route, slip out without her brother noticing her and interagating her about where she was going. With one last look at Draco's beautiful fallen angel face Ginny left the Great Hall.
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A flood of red caught Draco's eye and he watched as the smallest Weasley left the Hall. No one even noticed, other than him, as she quietly made her way through the big oak doors that led to the rest of the school. No one ever did.
Draco was constantly shoved into the spotlight with what his father chose to do and with what was expected of him. He was expected to be an evil bastard that dear old Harry Bloody Potter could fight and and vanquish from the earth. Ginny was so close to the spotlight of Harry Potter that she was drowned out in his light. That and her brother would kill anyone who looked at her longer than .56 seconds. She had no friends to take the edge off the homework load and no friends that she could joke around with.
"Must be a damn hard load to carry all the time." thought Draco with a glare at the Gryffindor table.
He knew what it was like to carry the load of a parent's expectations and it was very heavy. Draco had taken the hard way out of shouldering that bundle of bricks. He had tripped over his feet and landed face first in the dirt. No longer did Draco have to put up with all the crap his father did. He was of age and had taken off out of his fathers life with a quickness that had even surprised himself.Those crazy f**ks were not going to drag him down with them following some crazy quack on a frickin power trip.(A/N: in case you didn't get it, Draco having to carry all that shit was the pressure his dad put on him to join his happy little club where they all wear masks and dance to the YMCA song)
Ever since last summer when Draco had moved out of Malfoy Manor and into his non-muggle-kiler uncle's place his friends had pretty much ditch him. It was more of a blessing that anything else. He could go around doing his own thing without Crabb or Goyle to shadow his every move. He also found out that if he leaved the Dream Team alone they didn't often seek him out for an ass kicking. So currently his seventh year was going well. Better than all his other years actually.
He was just a little lonely.....
Without a thought of the consequences of what he was doing he stood up from his isolated spot at the Slytherin table and went after small Ginny Weasley, the one person he thought could understand it all. And possibly, just possibly, become friends with.....
a/n: hey everyone, review on this story and tell me if i should even continue it....thanks.
It was so frustrating to be kept in such an iron box all the time. Ron's voice ran throught her head " Don't talk to those Slytherins, Ginny. Don't play Quidditch, Ginny. Don't even try and make friends, Ginny, you know you'll only get hurt."
The stupid git TREATED HER LIKE A DAMN CHILD!!! She was sixteen and in her sixth year! He had no right.... but if she even tried to stand up to him, he'd owl mum and then all hell would break loose. It wasn't uncommon in the Weasley household for Mrs. Weasley to send Howlers to school. and at the end of each one she would always say 'and Ron, you'd better watch out for your sister. If she gets in trouble again like at the end of her first year, you'll be degnomeing the garden for the rest of your life!'
It didn't really matter that she had shown what she was made of in her fourth year or that she had the best mark in her Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Nope....none of that mattered. To the entire world she was still Little Ginny Weasley, can't control her brothers and can't defend herself.....
Ginny was shaken out of her thoughts as a flood or owls rained down upon the Great Hall. The mail had finally come....good. Now she could get the hell out of here. That was Ginny's escape route, slip out without her brother noticing her and interagating her about where she was going. With one last look at Draco's beautiful fallen angel face Ginny left the Great Hall.
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A flood of red caught Draco's eye and he watched as the smallest Weasley left the Hall. No one even noticed, other than him, as she quietly made her way through the big oak doors that led to the rest of the school. No one ever did.
Draco was constantly shoved into the spotlight with what his father chose to do and with what was expected of him. He was expected to be an evil bastard that dear old Harry Bloody Potter could fight and and vanquish from the earth. Ginny was so close to the spotlight of Harry Potter that she was drowned out in his light. That and her brother would kill anyone who looked at her longer than .56 seconds. She had no friends to take the edge off the homework load and no friends that she could joke around with.
"Must be a damn hard load to carry all the time." thought Draco with a glare at the Gryffindor table.
He knew what it was like to carry the load of a parent's expectations and it was very heavy. Draco had taken the hard way out of shouldering that bundle of bricks. He had tripped over his feet and landed face first in the dirt. No longer did Draco have to put up with all the crap his father did. He was of age and had taken off out of his fathers life with a quickness that had even surprised himself.Those crazy f**ks were not going to drag him down with them following some crazy quack on a frickin power trip.(A/N: in case you didn't get it, Draco having to carry all that shit was the pressure his dad put on him to join his happy little club where they all wear masks and dance to the YMCA song)
Ever since last summer when Draco had moved out of Malfoy Manor and into his non-muggle-kiler uncle's place his friends had pretty much ditch him. It was more of a blessing that anything else. He could go around doing his own thing without Crabb or Goyle to shadow his every move. He also found out that if he leaved the Dream Team alone they didn't often seek him out for an ass kicking. So currently his seventh year was going well. Better than all his other years actually.
He was just a little lonely.....
Without a thought of the consequences of what he was doing he stood up from his isolated spot at the Slytherin table and went after small Ginny Weasley, the one person he thought could understand it all. And possibly, just possibly, become friends with.....
a/n: hey everyone, review on this story and tell me if i should even continue it....thanks.