Hi everyone ^^ tis my first attempt at A D/G fan fiction, hope it is not
to horrid ^^ .
*Draco walks up *
Draco: Ginny is going to fall madly in love with me isn't she?"
Author: *fwap * "wait and see"
Draco: WOMAN, No one fwaps a Malfoy!
Author: ^^ *runs *
Disclaimer: I do NOT I repeat NOT once again NOT own ANYTHING it is all in the ownership of the esteemed J.K Rowling. I have nothing, My Only beloved animal is my Degus ^^. On with the story
Blood Lines R D/G
Chapter 1
The stream swirled and billowed from the scarlet Hogwarts express. Students of the fore mentioned school mulled around nearby, some with relatives, some with friends, some alone. Draco Malfoy was no exception. He was part of the group of individuals who had no relatives or friends crying over him or even shaking his hand. He sat alone on his trunk casting lethal glances to anyone who dared give him a second look. His parents had long ago given up the ritual of seeing him off. After his fourth year, his father merely handed him a handful or floo powder and order him to get there on time. He had accustomed himself to the idea of his parents not caring about him. Aside from the dutiful clothing and food they provided for him they did nothing for him. Of course he had his money to fall back on. So he was always amused. But because of his riches and solitude, he was rather stuck up. He wasn't fond of the idea of people not obeying him immediately when an order was given. Also he was rather cold, heartless some might say, but his heart was there he felt it beating rhythmically under his shirt.
The years had done him good. Quidditch had turned his sickly skinny form into a lean yet taught body that had many girls swooning at his feet. Of course he paid no attention to any of them. A girl that was only interested in his body was a doormat, merely something he could use, as he often did, then discard when they grew worn out. Of course he had earned many titles thanks to that little fact most of which were unpleasant. His most fondest was Slytherin Sex God. How the masses loved to hear of his latest victim that was shut in her room weeping mercilessly because he refused to speak to her. Part of him loved it the thrill of knowing he caused someone pain, the awed glances he got from both sexes, the sheer power he had. He could demolish a girls reputation like that. Nobody ever questioned him, not until Ginny Weasley.
That girl had caught his eye the minute he saw her. Waving enthusiastically at Potter. How he detested the fact that she was utter amazed with Potter. Honestly, what was so damned special about the boy? He was famous for something that happened when he couldn't tell the difference between a toad and a bird. Given he had defeated the dark lord numerous time but, he was sure that if the circumstances fit, he was sure he would have been able to do the same. The way her brilliant red hair seemed to shimmer with subtle golden highlights was enough to drive a man into a coma. Her almond eyes exuded innocence and the last two years on the Griffindor quidditch team had turned he body from the plump one of a child it the lean toned and curvaceous form that many models would kill for. Of course the rags she was constantly wearing hid the last fact rather immensely. Her family was in a constant rut. Her father was a muggle loving fool. He was getting nowhere fast and didn't care a bit about it.
He had watched as she grew into the beautiful woman she was today and as the hatred she possessed for potter and his groupies grew with her. He often caught her giving the trio a glare that could probably match his own when their backs were turned. She has definite potential that was for sure. He could give her the finest silks inn all the world, the most expensive jewels would adorn her neck and fingers, of course she would never accept such generosity from him. To her he was a vile creature that tormented young ones for pleasure. Well, that was only a little part of him. His façade of the rich snob who always got what he wanted and didn't care about anyone but himself was growing tiresome. He had no real friends; the oafs Crabbe and Goyle repulsed him quite extensively. He had to restrain himself from emptying his stomach when the two inhaled food at such a rapid pace, often spraying him with whatever that managed to escape the two bottomless pits.
He glanced up and was assaulted by a mass of red locks. Fighting desperately to stay atop his trunk he looked down at the most breathtaking sight he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Ginny was there sprawled out in front of him. Her eyes fresh with tears, her lips quivering with the attempt of holding them in. He held out a hand to help her up and she took it blindly not realizing it was the vilest creature on the face of this earth. As she composed her self she muttered a brief thanks before turning to him to look him in the eye. Recognition flickered in those gorgeous eyes of her and she flinched. "Shit" she murmured before removing her hand from his grasp with haste. He realized he was staring and fixed his gaze to a cold glare that was quite as potent as the ones he was shooting minutes ago. "Weasel, I know you are poor, but begging me for money won't help." He said his trademark smirk appearing. He expected her to pale and walk away slowly with her shoulders slumped, maybe even start crying but nothing prepared him for the shock of what she uttered next. "Malfoy, you verbal abuse isn't going to work on me, in all truth I feel sorry for you, because you don't feel good about yourself, you use me to make you feel higher, well guess what I wont stand for it anymore so bugger off" she said a pink flush materializing on her cheeks. He was at a loss for words. No one had ever talked back to him like that, no one even had the nerve to stare him in the eye as she was doing as of this minute. "Speechless? Good for once you will shut up" she said before turning on her heel and striding over to join her red headed family. He was more than a little ruffled by her retort to his halfhearted attack. He strode over to the train and cast a glance in her direction her she was laughing with her brother.
Upon entering the train He deposited his hefty luggage in the personal compartment his father had provided him with. Lucius Malfoy thought it below of his family to mingle with "the commoners". Muttering the unlocking charm that was known to him and him alone he entered the large compartment and at down. A very intricate silver border accompanied the green walls. Instead of the usual cushioned benches, this room had two very comfortable plush couches. Seating himself in one he settled in for the long ride.
It must have been about half an hour after the massive train pulled out of the station when the snack lady stopped by. After purchasing at least one quarter of the merchandise he set about eating it all. Needless to say after about one litre of pumpkin juice his bladder was demanding to be emptied. Having his own bathroom did come in handy now and then. He stood and strode over to the entrance into the hall. He didn't bother locking his door. Who in their right minds would even try and sneak into a Slytherin's room? Even so, the door had other minor locking spells upon it.
After relieving himself. He proceeded back to his room for the remainder of the trip. He was just about to slid open the door to his compartment when he noticed it was already unlocked. This was going to be fun, he could almost see the petrified face of whoever had been misguided into his personal space. Wand in hand he leaned against the door to try and determine how many were in his room and if he could take them on without Crabbe and Goyle. A soft whimpering met his ears, he grew more delighted, someone has definitely having a bad day. He threw open the door to reveal a crying angel, soft red locks were rushed around her face, tears slowly leaking from her brown eyes and the faintest pink residue on her face. Her red robes were messily thrown around her and her could make out the creamy complexion of her shoulders. Today was definitely his day.
She looked up and he practically saw the flash of annoyance that crossed through her weeping eyes, She looked around and then it hit her. She was in his compartment. He readied himself to fling an intolerable and hurtful comment her way, but she cut him off. "Don't bother" she said in a strangled voice. "It is simply impossible for me to feel any worse than I do now so save your voice for when it will actually hurt." Her voice grew quiet at the last part before it shut and her somewhat forced breathing continued. In spite himself he suddenly found himself shutting the door and sitting down beside the troubled girl. "What's wrong?" he said in a voice he thought to be concerned he wasn't exactly good at comforting the sad. He hand was stiffly on her back moving up and down trying vainly to comfort her. "Malfoy, I must be going nutty because I thought I just heard concern in your voice" she said a low humorless laugh echoing from her hoarse throat. That comment did something to him because he felt this pang of hurt within the confines of his chest. "Weasley, I may be rude, crude and cold, but I do have a heart however small it may be." The last part of his sentence startled him. Her whimpering had subsided into small sniffs now and again. "I.Harry, we're through" came the reply to his question nearly 10 minutes ago.
Somewhere a light flickered on in his head. "What happened?" he asked more for himself than for her. "I walked in on him and.. The new girl, blonde, your age I think" she sad in a cold tone that chilled the atmosphere considerably. She continued her story with no hesitation. "I knew he was fooling around, I just didn't want to believe it." The small voice she used sound like a child who was just abandoned. The flicker of pain returned to his chest region. Using this as an excuse he leaned closer to her and captured in an embrace, merely to comfort her because he felt bad about the comments over the years, or at least that was what he was telling himself. She merely inhaled deeply before sighing and slouching into him. Her ragged breath had become more steady and he was faintly aware that a substantial amount of time had passed. He watched as her chest rose and fell slowly and was lulled by her inhaling and exhaling. Soon he was off in a dream of cinnamon and vanilla.
The train whistle was his rude awakening. He could still faintly smell cinnamon. Looking down he remembered there was the littlest Weasley snuggled into his arms. He jumped a bit when realization hit him that this was not good. He gentle shook her as not to bring her from the warm and cozy escape they both had welcomed. She opened her eyes and his breath was yet again taken away. She looked completely at ease. As her pupils contracted and he came into focus the gentle flush that was covered her cheeks had drained. She literally jumped out of his arms. "Speak of this to anyone, and I will make sure your last year is hell." She said coldly before regaining her air of remorse and striding out of the room. The train came to a full stop before he realized he hadn't changed. Ripping his clothes off he donned the green robes that signified his evilness. And as he entered the hallway filled with numerous students, he tried to erase the look of disbelief from his face and replaced it with the annoyed look he had mastered.
End Chapter One.
Disclaimer: I do NOT I repeat NOT once again NOT own ANYTHING it is all in the ownership of the esteemed J.K Rowling. I have nothing, My Only beloved animal is my Degus ^^. On with the story
Blood Lines R D/G
Chapter 1
The stream swirled and billowed from the scarlet Hogwarts express. Students of the fore mentioned school mulled around nearby, some with relatives, some with friends, some alone. Draco Malfoy was no exception. He was part of the group of individuals who had no relatives or friends crying over him or even shaking his hand. He sat alone on his trunk casting lethal glances to anyone who dared give him a second look. His parents had long ago given up the ritual of seeing him off. After his fourth year, his father merely handed him a handful or floo powder and order him to get there on time. He had accustomed himself to the idea of his parents not caring about him. Aside from the dutiful clothing and food they provided for him they did nothing for him. Of course he had his money to fall back on. So he was always amused. But because of his riches and solitude, he was rather stuck up. He wasn't fond of the idea of people not obeying him immediately when an order was given. Also he was rather cold, heartless some might say, but his heart was there he felt it beating rhythmically under his shirt.
The years had done him good. Quidditch had turned his sickly skinny form into a lean yet taught body that had many girls swooning at his feet. Of course he paid no attention to any of them. A girl that was only interested in his body was a doormat, merely something he could use, as he often did, then discard when they grew worn out. Of course he had earned many titles thanks to that little fact most of which were unpleasant. His most fondest was Slytherin Sex God. How the masses loved to hear of his latest victim that was shut in her room weeping mercilessly because he refused to speak to her. Part of him loved it the thrill of knowing he caused someone pain, the awed glances he got from both sexes, the sheer power he had. He could demolish a girls reputation like that. Nobody ever questioned him, not until Ginny Weasley.
That girl had caught his eye the minute he saw her. Waving enthusiastically at Potter. How he detested the fact that she was utter amazed with Potter. Honestly, what was so damned special about the boy? He was famous for something that happened when he couldn't tell the difference between a toad and a bird. Given he had defeated the dark lord numerous time but, he was sure that if the circumstances fit, he was sure he would have been able to do the same. The way her brilliant red hair seemed to shimmer with subtle golden highlights was enough to drive a man into a coma. Her almond eyes exuded innocence and the last two years on the Griffindor quidditch team had turned he body from the plump one of a child it the lean toned and curvaceous form that many models would kill for. Of course the rags she was constantly wearing hid the last fact rather immensely. Her family was in a constant rut. Her father was a muggle loving fool. He was getting nowhere fast and didn't care a bit about it.
He had watched as she grew into the beautiful woman she was today and as the hatred she possessed for potter and his groupies grew with her. He often caught her giving the trio a glare that could probably match his own when their backs were turned. She has definite potential that was for sure. He could give her the finest silks inn all the world, the most expensive jewels would adorn her neck and fingers, of course she would never accept such generosity from him. To her he was a vile creature that tormented young ones for pleasure. Well, that was only a little part of him. His façade of the rich snob who always got what he wanted and didn't care about anyone but himself was growing tiresome. He had no real friends; the oafs Crabbe and Goyle repulsed him quite extensively. He had to restrain himself from emptying his stomach when the two inhaled food at such a rapid pace, often spraying him with whatever that managed to escape the two bottomless pits.
He glanced up and was assaulted by a mass of red locks. Fighting desperately to stay atop his trunk he looked down at the most breathtaking sight he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Ginny was there sprawled out in front of him. Her eyes fresh with tears, her lips quivering with the attempt of holding them in. He held out a hand to help her up and she took it blindly not realizing it was the vilest creature on the face of this earth. As she composed her self she muttered a brief thanks before turning to him to look him in the eye. Recognition flickered in those gorgeous eyes of her and she flinched. "Shit" she murmured before removing her hand from his grasp with haste. He realized he was staring and fixed his gaze to a cold glare that was quite as potent as the ones he was shooting minutes ago. "Weasel, I know you are poor, but begging me for money won't help." He said his trademark smirk appearing. He expected her to pale and walk away slowly with her shoulders slumped, maybe even start crying but nothing prepared him for the shock of what she uttered next. "Malfoy, you verbal abuse isn't going to work on me, in all truth I feel sorry for you, because you don't feel good about yourself, you use me to make you feel higher, well guess what I wont stand for it anymore so bugger off" she said a pink flush materializing on her cheeks. He was at a loss for words. No one had ever talked back to him like that, no one even had the nerve to stare him in the eye as she was doing as of this minute. "Speechless? Good for once you will shut up" she said before turning on her heel and striding over to join her red headed family. He was more than a little ruffled by her retort to his halfhearted attack. He strode over to the train and cast a glance in her direction her she was laughing with her brother.
Upon entering the train He deposited his hefty luggage in the personal compartment his father had provided him with. Lucius Malfoy thought it below of his family to mingle with "the commoners". Muttering the unlocking charm that was known to him and him alone he entered the large compartment and at down. A very intricate silver border accompanied the green walls. Instead of the usual cushioned benches, this room had two very comfortable plush couches. Seating himself in one he settled in for the long ride.
It must have been about half an hour after the massive train pulled out of the station when the snack lady stopped by. After purchasing at least one quarter of the merchandise he set about eating it all. Needless to say after about one litre of pumpkin juice his bladder was demanding to be emptied. Having his own bathroom did come in handy now and then. He stood and strode over to the entrance into the hall. He didn't bother locking his door. Who in their right minds would even try and sneak into a Slytherin's room? Even so, the door had other minor locking spells upon it.
After relieving himself. He proceeded back to his room for the remainder of the trip. He was just about to slid open the door to his compartment when he noticed it was already unlocked. This was going to be fun, he could almost see the petrified face of whoever had been misguided into his personal space. Wand in hand he leaned against the door to try and determine how many were in his room and if he could take them on without Crabbe and Goyle. A soft whimpering met his ears, he grew more delighted, someone has definitely having a bad day. He threw open the door to reveal a crying angel, soft red locks were rushed around her face, tears slowly leaking from her brown eyes and the faintest pink residue on her face. Her red robes were messily thrown around her and her could make out the creamy complexion of her shoulders. Today was definitely his day.
She looked up and he practically saw the flash of annoyance that crossed through her weeping eyes, She looked around and then it hit her. She was in his compartment. He readied himself to fling an intolerable and hurtful comment her way, but she cut him off. "Don't bother" she said in a strangled voice. "It is simply impossible for me to feel any worse than I do now so save your voice for when it will actually hurt." Her voice grew quiet at the last part before it shut and her somewhat forced breathing continued. In spite himself he suddenly found himself shutting the door and sitting down beside the troubled girl. "What's wrong?" he said in a voice he thought to be concerned he wasn't exactly good at comforting the sad. He hand was stiffly on her back moving up and down trying vainly to comfort her. "Malfoy, I must be going nutty because I thought I just heard concern in your voice" she said a low humorless laugh echoing from her hoarse throat. That comment did something to him because he felt this pang of hurt within the confines of his chest. "Weasley, I may be rude, crude and cold, but I do have a heart however small it may be." The last part of his sentence startled him. Her whimpering had subsided into small sniffs now and again. "I.Harry, we're through" came the reply to his question nearly 10 minutes ago.
Somewhere a light flickered on in his head. "What happened?" he asked more for himself than for her. "I walked in on him and.. The new girl, blonde, your age I think" she sad in a cold tone that chilled the atmosphere considerably. She continued her story with no hesitation. "I knew he was fooling around, I just didn't want to believe it." The small voice she used sound like a child who was just abandoned. The flicker of pain returned to his chest region. Using this as an excuse he leaned closer to her and captured in an embrace, merely to comfort her because he felt bad about the comments over the years, or at least that was what he was telling himself. She merely inhaled deeply before sighing and slouching into him. Her ragged breath had become more steady and he was faintly aware that a substantial amount of time had passed. He watched as her chest rose and fell slowly and was lulled by her inhaling and exhaling. Soon he was off in a dream of cinnamon and vanilla.
The train whistle was his rude awakening. He could still faintly smell cinnamon. Looking down he remembered there was the littlest Weasley snuggled into his arms. He jumped a bit when realization hit him that this was not good. He gentle shook her as not to bring her from the warm and cozy escape they both had welcomed. She opened her eyes and his breath was yet again taken away. She looked completely at ease. As her pupils contracted and he came into focus the gentle flush that was covered her cheeks had drained. She literally jumped out of his arms. "Speak of this to anyone, and I will make sure your last year is hell." She said coldly before regaining her air of remorse and striding out of the room. The train came to a full stop before he realized he hadn't changed. Ripping his clothes off he donned the green robes that signified his evilness. And as he entered the hallway filled with numerous students, he tried to erase the look of disbelief from his face and replaced it with the annoyed look he had mastered.
End Chapter One.