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Chapter 2
Being washed off the train by the flood of students eager to get their first glance at the famed school Draco was not happy. Hogwort's School of Witch craft and Wizardry loomed above them from across the lake. It's shadowy figure and flickering lights cast a regal and mysterious aura shrouding the first years. Whispers and shrieks filled the night air. Suddenly a gruff roar broke the murmuring. "Fir's yer's, this way" Hagrid the games keeper and instructor in care of magical creatures to Hogworts bellowed. He held a bright lamp in his enormous right hand. His left was ushering the hesitant towards the awaiting boats. He remembered his trip across that bottomless lake. He was seated next to his bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, fear was only a minor part of the feelings whirling through his being. The most prominent was relief; he was relieved to be away from his parents. His ever-demanding father was thousands of miles away from him by now, he hoped. Of course curiosity was present along with pride and prejudice.
A impatient nudge in the ribs brought him back into the present. He looked over to a disgruntled blonde boy giving him a nasty glare. "Move it" he spat. A bubbling urge to smack the boy senseless emerged with great vitality. "You must be from some desolate part of the world for you do not know who I am," he said with a sneer. "I'll tell you once, Draco Malfoy, if you value your sanity do NOT mess with me," he said vehemently. He half expected the boy to stutter and run, today was not his day. "So we finally meet...cousin," he said a smirk apparent upon his features. With a non-too gentle shove he pushed past Draco into the clearing where the so-called invisible carriages awaited. A look of shock resided on his chiseled face. He had no idea he had a cousin, as far as he knew most of his family had been killed off from the last time Voldemort had tried to take over the wizarding world.
Deciding this matter would take some higher level of concentration, he forced the questions which he knew were multiplying at an incredibly rate to the back of his mind and instead found an empty carriage.
As he made his way into the carriage these thought drifted him off into his own little universe. The carriage door slamming jolted him from his meditations. He look up to see Virginia Ann Weasely. His astonishment was only out done by his ego. "Can't get enough of me can you?" he said smirking slightly. "Malfoy, honestly you think your God's gift to earth, guess what, your not so get over yourself." She was rather cruel. She watched as his smirk died away only to be replaced by a scowl of minimal proportions. She drew a hurried breath as he came to his full height and towered over her. Gripping the back of her head he whispered into her ear " You would do well to remember who you are talking to" his breathing tickled her ear. His voice was deadly soft like a boa constrictor before it strangles you. She shivered from his close proximity and the fact that they were alone. If he wished he could cause a lot of damage and no one would find out for hours. She could be found tomorrow with broken limbs and a swollen eye.
Yet instead of doing her bodily harm he sat down and eyed her expectantly. "So why have you come here merely to waste my time and filthy my robes?" he murmured coldly. She flinched at his hateful tone but went about her business anyways. "Draco err... Malfoy whatever thanks... back there in the train..." she trailed off scanning his featured for some sign of recognition that she had spoken. Finding little she plowed on anyways "I err... didn't meant to come of err... rude or anything back there... it just well, you are a Malfoy and all" she stopped abruptly realizing she had yet again insulted him. He merely looked at her waiting. "Well that's it, oi anyways I have to go sit with those bloody prats or they'll start bugging me" As she finished her sentence the color drained from her face "did I just say that aloud?" she wondered. If any of her dislike for the trio leaked out she'd never here the end of there meddling.
Draco's bottom lip was quivering. He was trying especially hard not to burst out laughing. Not quite betraying the Malfoy air of coolness he chuckled lightly. "Was that irritation I heard weaselette?" he questioned still holding off on full-fledged guffaws. When she shot him a petrified glance he pressed forward "My, my wouldn't Ronnikins be worried if his widdle sister wasn't infatuated with the Boy-Who-Irritably-Lived?" The rosy tint that accumulated on her cheeks from her obvious sprint to catch the carriage drained away leaving her looking paler than himself, and yes that was saying something. "All right Malfoy, what do you want?" she said dejectedly. Yet again he felt the slap of shock "Dealing with the devil Virginia, be careful," he said tauntingly. "This girl is definitely... interesting," he thought smugly to himself. She merely narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. She sat farthest from him closet to the door of the carriage a brattish aura about her posture. Suddenly she flung herself forward so her elbows resting on her knees. Head in hands she took a deep breath before squaring herself and eyeing him tiredly "Name it Malfoy, I'm in no mood to be in your presence long than necessary." His smirk grew "My my, grew claws over the summer didn't we". She glanced at him then returned to studying her hands, apparently the most interesting thing in the world. Thinking fast he decided something terribly humiliating would do, wouldn't want to actually do harm to the little brat, least her oafs of brother caught wind of it.
Ginny watched intently as his face, ever impassive gave away nothing of his certainly malicious planning, his eyes were another story, they swirled deliciously varying from a stone gray to a brilliant silver and a cloudy haze now and then. She could almost see he little bulb over his head switch on as he grinned triumphantly and turned to her grinning, yes grinning madly. "seeing as your family is dirt poor, I'll make you a deal, you shall be my slave for the school year, homework, laundry, and cleaning your main tasks and whatever trivial orders I give. Of course, you will be paid, rather handsomely I'd say". He hesitated as he took note of her color returning, then doubling. Two ovals of red, to rival the color of her hair appeared on her cheeks and her eyes were narrowed to mere slits of brown. Her hands began to shake on her lap and her lips were set in a jagged line, as if holding in a scream. Closing her eyes momentarily she took a deep calming breath clenched and unclenched her fists then looked at him. She opened her mouth slightly as if to speak and then he saw his error, he mistook her for giving up. "DRACO MALFOY YOU GREAT BIG PRAT, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMPARING ME TO A COMMON HOUSE MAID! WHAT DO YOU THINK IM DESPERATE FOR MONEY? I HAVE MORE THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW, IT'S CALLED LOVE YOU INSUFFERABLE GIT!" he blocked her out form then on, occasionally casting her a weary glance only to see her still raving and fuming. The door of the carriage swinging and banging open alerted him to her attempted exit. "Ah, ah, ah weaselette" he said with a poison sweet tone. She visibly flinched and stopped midstep. She turned slowly coming to face him again. "come here" he spoke in a drawl emphasizing his point by using the "come hither" finger movement. She shook her head no and stayed planted by the door. Sighing he stately simply "be at the kitchens at 10 or consider your secret public" he then proceeded to rise and unceremoniously pushed her out of his carriage closing the door swiftly. He heard heated uttering through the door then the stomps of a very, very angry female. Laying back in the coach he relaxed, that girl was many things, slightly deranged on of them, but he was on his toes the entire of her visit. He settled into his seat again awaiting for the carriages to finally begin their journey to the castle. He didn't doubt for a moment whether or not she would show, what worried him was the repercussions of his actions, what if she ran straight to potty and his crew and gave them some sob story? He would definitely have to watch his little slave.
End chapter Two.
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Chapter 2
Being washed off the train by the flood of students eager to get their first glance at the famed school Draco was not happy. Hogwort's School of Witch craft and Wizardry loomed above them from across the lake. It's shadowy figure and flickering lights cast a regal and mysterious aura shrouding the first years. Whispers and shrieks filled the night air. Suddenly a gruff roar broke the murmuring. "Fir's yer's, this way" Hagrid the games keeper and instructor in care of magical creatures to Hogworts bellowed. He held a bright lamp in his enormous right hand. His left was ushering the hesitant towards the awaiting boats. He remembered his trip across that bottomless lake. He was seated next to his bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, fear was only a minor part of the feelings whirling through his being. The most prominent was relief; he was relieved to be away from his parents. His ever-demanding father was thousands of miles away from him by now, he hoped. Of course curiosity was present along with pride and prejudice.
A impatient nudge in the ribs brought him back into the present. He looked over to a disgruntled blonde boy giving him a nasty glare. "Move it" he spat. A bubbling urge to smack the boy senseless emerged with great vitality. "You must be from some desolate part of the world for you do not know who I am," he said with a sneer. "I'll tell you once, Draco Malfoy, if you value your sanity do NOT mess with me," he said vehemently. He half expected the boy to stutter and run, today was not his day. "So we finally meet...cousin," he said a smirk apparent upon his features. With a non-too gentle shove he pushed past Draco into the clearing where the so-called invisible carriages awaited. A look of shock resided on his chiseled face. He had no idea he had a cousin, as far as he knew most of his family had been killed off from the last time Voldemort had tried to take over the wizarding world.
Deciding this matter would take some higher level of concentration, he forced the questions which he knew were multiplying at an incredibly rate to the back of his mind and instead found an empty carriage.
As he made his way into the carriage these thought drifted him off into his own little universe. The carriage door slamming jolted him from his meditations. He look up to see Virginia Ann Weasely. His astonishment was only out done by his ego. "Can't get enough of me can you?" he said smirking slightly. "Malfoy, honestly you think your God's gift to earth, guess what, your not so get over yourself." She was rather cruel. She watched as his smirk died away only to be replaced by a scowl of minimal proportions. She drew a hurried breath as he came to his full height and towered over her. Gripping the back of her head he whispered into her ear " You would do well to remember who you are talking to" his breathing tickled her ear. His voice was deadly soft like a boa constrictor before it strangles you. She shivered from his close proximity and the fact that they were alone. If he wished he could cause a lot of damage and no one would find out for hours. She could be found tomorrow with broken limbs and a swollen eye.
Yet instead of doing her bodily harm he sat down and eyed her expectantly. "So why have you come here merely to waste my time and filthy my robes?" he murmured coldly. She flinched at his hateful tone but went about her business anyways. "Draco err... Malfoy whatever thanks... back there in the train..." she trailed off scanning his featured for some sign of recognition that she had spoken. Finding little she plowed on anyways "I err... didn't meant to come of err... rude or anything back there... it just well, you are a Malfoy and all" she stopped abruptly realizing she had yet again insulted him. He merely looked at her waiting. "Well that's it, oi anyways I have to go sit with those bloody prats or they'll start bugging me" As she finished her sentence the color drained from her face "did I just say that aloud?" she wondered. If any of her dislike for the trio leaked out she'd never here the end of there meddling.
Draco's bottom lip was quivering. He was trying especially hard not to burst out laughing. Not quite betraying the Malfoy air of coolness he chuckled lightly. "Was that irritation I heard weaselette?" he questioned still holding off on full-fledged guffaws. When she shot him a petrified glance he pressed forward "My, my wouldn't Ronnikins be worried if his widdle sister wasn't infatuated with the Boy-Who-Irritably-Lived?" The rosy tint that accumulated on her cheeks from her obvious sprint to catch the carriage drained away leaving her looking paler than himself, and yes that was saying something. "All right Malfoy, what do you want?" she said dejectedly. Yet again he felt the slap of shock "Dealing with the devil Virginia, be careful," he said tauntingly. "This girl is definitely... interesting," he thought smugly to himself. She merely narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. She sat farthest from him closet to the door of the carriage a brattish aura about her posture. Suddenly she flung herself forward so her elbows resting on her knees. Head in hands she took a deep breath before squaring herself and eyeing him tiredly "Name it Malfoy, I'm in no mood to be in your presence long than necessary." His smirk grew "My my, grew claws over the summer didn't we". She glanced at him then returned to studying her hands, apparently the most interesting thing in the world. Thinking fast he decided something terribly humiliating would do, wouldn't want to actually do harm to the little brat, least her oafs of brother caught wind of it.
Ginny watched intently as his face, ever impassive gave away nothing of his certainly malicious planning, his eyes were another story, they swirled deliciously varying from a stone gray to a brilliant silver and a cloudy haze now and then. She could almost see he little bulb over his head switch on as he grinned triumphantly and turned to her grinning, yes grinning madly. "seeing as your family is dirt poor, I'll make you a deal, you shall be my slave for the school year, homework, laundry, and cleaning your main tasks and whatever trivial orders I give. Of course, you will be paid, rather handsomely I'd say". He hesitated as he took note of her color returning, then doubling. Two ovals of red, to rival the color of her hair appeared on her cheeks and her eyes were narrowed to mere slits of brown. Her hands began to shake on her lap and her lips were set in a jagged line, as if holding in a scream. Closing her eyes momentarily she took a deep calming breath clenched and unclenched her fists then looked at him. She opened her mouth slightly as if to speak and then he saw his error, he mistook her for giving up. "DRACO MALFOY YOU GREAT BIG PRAT, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMPARING ME TO A COMMON HOUSE MAID! WHAT DO YOU THINK IM DESPERATE FOR MONEY? I HAVE MORE THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW, IT'S CALLED LOVE YOU INSUFFERABLE GIT!" he blocked her out form then on, occasionally casting her a weary glance only to see her still raving and fuming. The door of the carriage swinging and banging open alerted him to her attempted exit. "Ah, ah, ah weaselette" he said with a poison sweet tone. She visibly flinched and stopped midstep. She turned slowly coming to face him again. "come here" he spoke in a drawl emphasizing his point by using the "come hither" finger movement. She shook her head no and stayed planted by the door. Sighing he stately simply "be at the kitchens at 10 or consider your secret public" he then proceeded to rise and unceremoniously pushed her out of his carriage closing the door swiftly. He heard heated uttering through the door then the stomps of a very, very angry female. Laying back in the coach he relaxed, that girl was many things, slightly deranged on of them, but he was on his toes the entire of her visit. He settled into his seat again awaiting for the carriages to finally begin their journey to the castle. He didn't doubt for a moment whether or not she would show, what worried him was the repercussions of his actions, what if she ran straight to potty and his crew and gave them some sob story? He would definitely have to watch his little slave.
End chapter Two.
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and yes later on there will be smuttin =D