In Time of Self-Declared War There Will be No Chocolate Frogs (p.2)
by Isabelle Ferrer
Pairings: Draco/Ginny (mentions: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione)
Disclaimers: All characters of Harry Potter belong rightfully to J.K. Rowlings and not to me.
Rating: R (for language)
Summary: A look inside Draco's head as he starts noticing Ginny Weasley and her so-called-relationships.
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Part 2
True to his word he did not think about it.
He didn't think about it for a few days, that is.
Yet, it so happened that the day before the Holiday break he saw something out of the corner of his eye that made him start to think about it.
At the end of the hall he saw Potter-head lean in and snog Ginny. It was more appalling than the red-headed brute kissing Granger.
It was hurtful to his eyes, really.
And she was smiling happily -like an 11 year-old on a petty crush.
It was sickening.
"See you later," he heard scarface tell her as he walked the other way. She was left swaying like a watery tart (really!).
His eyes narrowed. So this is how she wanted to play, eh? Well, he was up for a bit of rough-and-tumble. He could give as good as he took and Draco Malfoy never complained. Ever.
Draco Malfoy was brave and courageous, destined for greatness in this path of darkness. Darkness was so much more telling than lightness. Truly, it was far more exciting, father even said so himself. Therefore it must be true.
While Potter-the-Brave left her with the possibility of love, Draco-the-Sexy would leave her hot and bothered.
Watch him in his greatness. He would conquer over light and stop the canonistic rituality of good always winning. He cracked his knuckles and swaggered towards her.
He would admit later on that his entrance would have been much more debonair had he not slipped on the floor and caused her to go into hysterics.
"Sleek, Malfoy, real sleek." she walked past him (the salt! How dare she mock Draco Malfoy IV while giving him a generous eye-full of his creamy legs).
Alright, so he could've handled that much better. He would try and conquer once more, he would have her at his mercy -both Potter and Weasley would fume insert insane evil laugher. He would win this war, even if he had to make an arse of himself. In the end, the prospect of all the Gryffies in an uproar while he showed off his red-headed prize was too delectable to pass by.
His most evil plan since... ever, really. Even trying to sack Hagrid was not as fun as this (plus that landed him a black eye as a souvenir).
He was most certainly cautious, he would not be seen until he meant himself to be seen. She wouldn't know what hit her. His mouth would water at the prospect and a slow smirk would form on his lips.
The carefully planned ... plan came into effect on the train ride back from the Holidays. It gave him plenty of time for the perfect seduction of the Weasley-virgin. It was brilliant, really.
He watched, like a hawk, as she was left alone in the cart while Potter and the knights of the non-table went out in search of righteousness. Like a cat he slowly walked to her, lounging on her door frame.
"Weasley."
His bright eyes looked up, narrowed in annoyance.
Her voice was sweet, even flowery. "Malfoy, I tend to think you're a masochist. Would you like me to hex you once more, darling?" She looked down, as if loosing interest on him and focusing on the book she had on her lap.
Darling? The nerve!
But there she was, sitting with her pretty muggle-skirt once more showing off her lightly freckled knees. Abominable!
"What happened last term is irrelevant." he said, wishing he had placed a charm on his mouth. So it would keep smiling and not turn to a frown.
"Oh?" she asked, turning to look at him once more, her rusty curls falling over her shoulder. "I see. You want me to hex you."
She stopped, considering him for a moment, her eyes traveling up and down his body in a way that made him flush.
Professor McGonagall naked. Naked Professor McGonagall kissing a naked Dumbledore. Yuck. Yup, that worked.
"Thinking about it... no, I don't think I'll hex you. For all I know this is foreplay for you and it's a well-known knowledge that it's all the action you get."
He hated her.
Oh, god he hated her. She was making this entire situation much more difficult than what it needed to be.
"For your information, Weasley, I can't seem to keep the birds off me."
"Birds?" she snorted, looking quite amused. "How classy, Ferret-boy."
"Ferret-boy?" he snorted in response (WARNING: GAME TO WIN SAID GIRL OVER, ABORT PLAN IMMEDIATELY - LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY), "How mature, Weasley. Tell me, does Potter really leave you satisfied?"
Then her wand was out and he swore her eyes turned black with anger, her cheeks were flushed and her hair wild and good, merling she was hot!
His hand instantly went to her, grabbing her wand before she could hex his nuts or something completely girly-like-that.
In grabbing her wand she had ended up flushed, tight up against him, their faces inches from one another.
Didn't he say he had a plan? It was a rather brilliant plan. It went exactly as he planed... really, it did!
Her eyes were locked on his and she was sending sweet-breath onto his face. And she smelled like... she smelled like heaven, really. All soft and feminine yet strong and determined.
Oh yes, Weasley. I'm going to have plenty of fun breaking you in.
Her breast were digging into his chest and he swore that no amount of naked-Professors would calm him down.
"Draco..." his name was a whisper in her rosy pink lips. He had to have them. Had to claim those stupid, most enticing lips.
"We're already on first-name basis?" he sneered.
Later on he would curse himself into being quiet. His mouth always got the best of him.
Her eyes narrowed once more and she slapped him hard. Twice.
"Bloody hell! What was that for?"
She pushed herself out of his grasping hands, grabbing her wand from his confused self and pointed it daintily at him. "If you have to ask, Malfoy then your previously theorized intelligence level has just dropped from a toad... to a flee."
He glared at her, all the while holding his cheek (which was about to fall off any moment now, give it a few minutes).
"Weasley, I just made you the best offer you'll ever receive in your whole poor, pathetic life."
She smiled.
Bitch.
"Yes, I'm sure that's the way you'll think of it. Goodbye, Malfoy."
He would've retaliated but he had a plan. Another plan. The new plan was fool-proof. Before she knew it she would be groveling at his feet (kneeling would also do).
But right now he had to find the loo. And a silencing spell. And he needed a good wank.
THE END?