Thoughts
His strong, muscular body, STOP. Why can't I stop thinking about him. I had for awhile. Grr. I like Harry so much! But I have to stop thinking about him! But a small voice in Ginny's head told her, "You like him because he's matured so much after Sirius." After Sirius. Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. Why did he have to die? It wasn't fair, especially to Harry. I wish I could comfort him. But I'm just Ron's little sister. She rolled over. Why can't I be my own person instead of Ron or Fred or George's little sister? I'm my own person...my own...my...person. And with those thoughts Ginny drifted off to sleep.
"No, my lord! Please! No! I will serve you forever, Master! Master!"
"No you rat. How dare you disobey me!"
"Please master never again. Never!"
"No Wormtail, you've had your chance to prove yourself. You have failed me!"
"Master, Master! Please!" Wormtail cried, weeping bowed down before his master.
"Avada Kedavra." Green light shot out of his wand.
"Master I am glad to serve you. He deserved to die. He was not loyal. I bow before the greatest wizard of all times. You are great my lord."
"You have proved yourself Malfoy. You shall not die."
"Ugh." Belle rolled over. She felt terrible. Why did she put up with him? He was a git. Snippets of the party flashed through her head.
"Dance with me." He commanded.
Belle wished she hadn't worn such a revealing top. A light blue tank top that was a little small. It showed off her stomach. She wished the top came up higher. Malfoy didn't seem interested in her face; a little bit lower. And maybe the skirt was a little short. Stupid muggle fashion. A tight miniskirt showing off her legs, the bottom barely covering her underwear.
"Fine." She grumbled as Malfoy took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
It was a slow romantic song, one of Belle's favorite. Draco moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. He looked into her eyes, she looked away. She hated how he was so romantic and possessive. He found her mouth with his and began kissing her. He wasn't a bad kisser, but she just didn't feel the chemistry.
He kept looking at her; the Slytherin girl with the beautiful hazel eyes. She was a beautiful girl. Stop, he told himself, Hermione's your girl friend. But he couldn't help it. He looked over again and caught her eye. She turned away, blushing. Oh my god! She was blushing! Maybe she likes me! Stop, stop, STOP, he thought, Hermione is your girlfriend!
A/N thanks a bunch to Rachel (legally-blonde1) cuz she's my awesome friend (and a complete and total spaz) she is my wonderful editor and complete and total spaz. Thanks to Danielle and Jen for reading this and making suggestions!
His strong, muscular body, STOP. Why can't I stop thinking about him. I had for awhile. Grr. I like Harry so much! But I have to stop thinking about him! But a small voice in Ginny's head told her, "You like him because he's matured so much after Sirius." After Sirius. Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. Why did he have to die? It wasn't fair, especially to Harry. I wish I could comfort him. But I'm just Ron's little sister. She rolled over. Why can't I be my own person instead of Ron or Fred or George's little sister? I'm my own person...my own...my...person. And with those thoughts Ginny drifted off to sleep.
"No, my lord! Please! No! I will serve you forever, Master! Master!"
"No you rat. How dare you disobey me!"
"Please master never again. Never!"
"No Wormtail, you've had your chance to prove yourself. You have failed me!"
"Master, Master! Please!" Wormtail cried, weeping bowed down before his master.
"Avada Kedavra." Green light shot out of his wand.
"Master I am glad to serve you. He deserved to die. He was not loyal. I bow before the greatest wizard of all times. You are great my lord."
"You have proved yourself Malfoy. You shall not die."
"Ugh." Belle rolled over. She felt terrible. Why did she put up with him? He was a git. Snippets of the party flashed through her head.
"Dance with me." He commanded.
Belle wished she hadn't worn such a revealing top. A light blue tank top that was a little small. It showed off her stomach. She wished the top came up higher. Malfoy didn't seem interested in her face; a little bit lower. And maybe the skirt was a little short. Stupid muggle fashion. A tight miniskirt showing off her legs, the bottom barely covering her underwear.
"Fine." She grumbled as Malfoy took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
It was a slow romantic song, one of Belle's favorite. Draco moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. He looked into her eyes, she looked away. She hated how he was so romantic and possessive. He found her mouth with his and began kissing her. He wasn't a bad kisser, but she just didn't feel the chemistry.
He kept looking at her; the Slytherin girl with the beautiful hazel eyes. She was a beautiful girl. Stop, he told himself, Hermione's your girl friend. But he couldn't help it. He looked over again and caught her eye. She turned away, blushing. Oh my god! She was blushing! Maybe she likes me! Stop, stop, STOP, he thought, Hermione is your girlfriend!
A/N thanks a bunch to Rachel (legally-blonde1) cuz she's my awesome friend (and a complete and total spaz) she is my wonderful editor and complete and total spaz. Thanks to Danielle and Jen for reading this and making suggestions!