Chapter 11
Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover.....
*This chapter was fun....but lately we've seen Draco and Pansy act very out of character....well, the past always comes back to haunt you...*
Harry sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, unable to concentrate on his Divination homework.
All he could think was.....Pansy.
It all came back to Pansy.
He'd missed his Quidditch practise on Saturday morning because he had been so out of it that he hadn't remembered, and now the entire team was mad at him....and Harry had the strangest suspicion that it wasn't just because of the missed practise...he had seen Anglina and Alicia staring at him in awe this morning when he had been staring across the room at Pansy.
Well, that's not fair! He thought, I don't sneer at their matches!
Then again, he thought gravely, Fred and George Weasley weren't ones to sneer at.
Harry sighed.
For once, since the Matching Game, he felt himself wishing that he was matched with a Gryffindor...
Pansy sat in the cold dungeon that was the Slytherin common room, and shivered.
My life has been so strange for the last few days, she thought to herself.
As she stared at the staircase leading up to the boys dormitories, she saw Draco strut down the staircase with Crabbe and Goyle at his side. They were laughing about something, but when Draco saw Pansy he stopped in midstep.
Then he gave Crabbe and Goyle a look that made Pansy uneasy, then they quickened their pace, and rushed out the portrait hole.
Hmmm, Pansy thought, That's strange...
Draco sighed in relief as he escaped through the portrait hole.
"Whew." he said to Crabbe and Goyle, who were looking confused, as always.
"Didn't feel like talking to her." he explained, then kept on walking.
The reason that he didn't want to talk to Pansy really wasn't that he didn't feel like talking to her, it was just that he was still trying to figure out why she would she would fall for somebody like Potter...
I mean, I know that's the kind of guy Ginny used to be interested in, Draco thought, then winced.
The thought of Ginny and Harry made him want to be sick.
Like Harry deserved her.
Like he did either...
He pushed his hair out of his eyes while walking down the corridor just in time to see Ron Weasley pushing through the Gryffindor portrait hole.
Goyle sniggered.
"Weasley is stupid." crooned Crabbe.
Draco laughed nervously, looked around, then smirked.
"Yeah, I know, the muggle-loving fool's family should have taught him better...and you'd think he'd try dying that hair, it's so red you'd think his head were on fire..." Draco was on a roll, "And his sister! Why, the dumpy little witch couldn't do a proper potion if her life counted on it! She's just as annoying and un-intelligent as he git brother!"
Just as Crabbe and Goyle began to laugh, Draco heard a whimpering sound from behind him.
He closed his eyes, and turned around, dreading what he would see.
When he opened his eyes, he immeadiatly lowered them to the ground.
Ginny.
She was pale, with one delicate hand covering her mouth in shock.
Then she shook her head in disbelief, her eyes brimming with tears.
She turned, and bolted.
Oh no, Draco thought in pain, Oh no.
Ginny ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
Draco.
Her Draco.
She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life.
He had used her, had used her as a joke to his brainless friends.
She let out a sob as the tears cascaded down her cheeks.
She stopped, out of breath, and opened the door to an empty classroom.
What was she going to do?
Hermione smiled as Ron entered the common room.
"Hey," she said, coming up behind him.
He turned around, "Hey, Herm..."
She could see the pained look on his face, and frowned slightly.
"Ron?"
He looked at her in the eye, and she knew something was wrong.
"Yeah, Herm? What do you need?"
Hermione was taken aback.
"What do you mean, what do I need? I just came up to you to talk..." she looked at him, wide eyed.
"Yeah, well, we don't want anyone to see us together, do we? I mean, it would give us away, don't you think?" he said, a nasty undertone in his voice.
Hermione eyed him cautiously, "Why do you say that? We're friends, Ron. We have been for five years, and people are used to seeing us together."
Ron shot her a mean smile, "Yeah, but not talking. Not without fighting, or somehow insulting each other."
"Well, it seems that there's no difference, now, right?" she shot back, red faced.
"I guess not!" Ron exclaimed, red as a tomato.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later then!" Hermione shouted.
"Fine!" Ron yelled.
"Fine!" Hermione stormed up to her dormitory, leaving a shocked Ron in the common room, feeling sorry for himself.
*Hey all you r/h, d/g fans, don't worry, you won't be disappointed...you'll just have to wait till the next chapter! Hee Hee, aren't I evil????:)