A/N: Hey all my faithful readers!! Thank you for all the great reviews!!
I'm posting three chapters right now because I won't be able to post
tomorrow. Sorry! I'm going camping (first time ever!) Have fun reading!!
I'll post more on Sunday. ~GodessAthena
Draco Malfoy sat at the end of the Slytherin table in the great hall trying to get a good look at the newest arrivals to his house. There were only seven of them and they all looked a bit week and much to scared, especially when they saw him looking at them. He sneered at the fear in their eyes. They knew very well, who he was and what he could do to them if they got in his way. His father may be dead and Voldemort as well, but he was still the same old Malfoy, and no one better ever forget that.
He leaned back in his chair and tried to ignore the idle conversation going on around him. His "friends" Crabbe and Goyle were arguing about which first year they were going to torture first and Pansy Parkinson kept whispering with Millicent Bulstrode while glancing over at him.
'Why do those two pigs have to keep looking at me? I mean I know I'm irresistible and have the looks of a God, but when are they going to get it through their thick heads that I have absolutely no interest in pot bellied pugs such as themselves?'
While he thought he closed his eyes. He heard the scratch of a chair and felt someone watching him as they walked up behind him, placing their mouth on top of his ear.
"Why Drackie, are you feeling ok tonight? Is there anything, ANYTHING at all that I can do for you?"
With her last words hanging on a whisper, she let her lips glide sensually over his earlobe. It took all of Draco's will to keep him from shuddering in utter disgust. He felt dirty. He wanted a shower; too bad he couldn't leave until dinner was over. Without opening his eyes he spat at her with venom only a Malfoy could produce.
"The only thing I want from you, Pansy, is for you to go curl up in the corner somewhere, along with your pug faced friend Bulstrode, and die. At least the smell of your rotting corpses would be a delightful twist to your horribly pungent breathe. Tell me, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?"
He smirked a bit as he could feel he eyes burning with tears. The girl really needed to grow up and realize he is out of her league. Pansy turned and stomped back down to her seat and began to whimper to Bulstrode about the "horrible" things he had just said to her. Draco's smirk deepened as he put his arms behind his head and opened his eyes to look upon the starry enchanted ceiling. He loved putting people down, especially those below him, and ESPECIALLY those who wanted nothing more than to use him to increase their own power and social status. It was true that the Parkinson's had plenty of power, but since the war, both her parents had been sent to Azkaban and she was left with her grandmother. Her name had been tarnished beyond repair, and since she was no where near as powerful as Draco, it would be perfect to ally herself with him and his name. Draco would not be married to a worthless piece of trash like Parkinson.
His own family had been tarnished after his father's death, but his mother had the sense to stay out of the war and took up the family name, power, and wealth with dignity and grace. As their image faltered, she made sure to put a stop to it and soon began to bring the family new and even more powerful allies, no matter which side of the war they had been on.
That was what Draco wanted. Power and he wanted a woman who could give as much as she could take. Someone who could stand her own and not tarnish his sacred name.
His thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as the double wooden doors to the Great Hall flew open with tremendous force. Not the least bit surprised, Draco turned his head slightly to see who the intruders were. Ginny Weasely and Dumbledore stood smiling at each other, rather stupidly he noted.
He glanced over Ginny. She seemed to have a different air around her than she did on the train. He couldn't tell what it was. She seemed alive. Her whole body seemed to be glowing. Draco turned his eyes to the Gryffindor table as it erupted in cheers, and Draco remembered how she had passed out on the train. That's why Dumbledore hadn't been present for the sorting and why they hadn't been able to eat.
His eyes swung back to Ginny as she smiled with a slight blush and went to take a seat with her fellow house mates. He narrowed his eyes as he saw her pass right over the dream team and give them a look that could freeze fire. He realized most of her intense anger seemed to be directed towards Granger and he wondered why she suddenly seemed to resent the terrible trio. But, as soon as the look came, it went. She seemed to have directed it only to them and didn't want anyone else to see it.
But someone had.
A/N: Don't forget to review!! Thanks! ~GodessAthena
Draco Malfoy sat at the end of the Slytherin table in the great hall trying to get a good look at the newest arrivals to his house. There were only seven of them and they all looked a bit week and much to scared, especially when they saw him looking at them. He sneered at the fear in their eyes. They knew very well, who he was and what he could do to them if they got in his way. His father may be dead and Voldemort as well, but he was still the same old Malfoy, and no one better ever forget that.
He leaned back in his chair and tried to ignore the idle conversation going on around him. His "friends" Crabbe and Goyle were arguing about which first year they were going to torture first and Pansy Parkinson kept whispering with Millicent Bulstrode while glancing over at him.
'Why do those two pigs have to keep looking at me? I mean I know I'm irresistible and have the looks of a God, but when are they going to get it through their thick heads that I have absolutely no interest in pot bellied pugs such as themselves?'
While he thought he closed his eyes. He heard the scratch of a chair and felt someone watching him as they walked up behind him, placing their mouth on top of his ear.
"Why Drackie, are you feeling ok tonight? Is there anything, ANYTHING at all that I can do for you?"
With her last words hanging on a whisper, she let her lips glide sensually over his earlobe. It took all of Draco's will to keep him from shuddering in utter disgust. He felt dirty. He wanted a shower; too bad he couldn't leave until dinner was over. Without opening his eyes he spat at her with venom only a Malfoy could produce.
"The only thing I want from you, Pansy, is for you to go curl up in the corner somewhere, along with your pug faced friend Bulstrode, and die. At least the smell of your rotting corpses would be a delightful twist to your horribly pungent breathe. Tell me, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?"
He smirked a bit as he could feel he eyes burning with tears. The girl really needed to grow up and realize he is out of her league. Pansy turned and stomped back down to her seat and began to whimper to Bulstrode about the "horrible" things he had just said to her. Draco's smirk deepened as he put his arms behind his head and opened his eyes to look upon the starry enchanted ceiling. He loved putting people down, especially those below him, and ESPECIALLY those who wanted nothing more than to use him to increase their own power and social status. It was true that the Parkinson's had plenty of power, but since the war, both her parents had been sent to Azkaban and she was left with her grandmother. Her name had been tarnished beyond repair, and since she was no where near as powerful as Draco, it would be perfect to ally herself with him and his name. Draco would not be married to a worthless piece of trash like Parkinson.
His own family had been tarnished after his father's death, but his mother had the sense to stay out of the war and took up the family name, power, and wealth with dignity and grace. As their image faltered, she made sure to put a stop to it and soon began to bring the family new and even more powerful allies, no matter which side of the war they had been on.
That was what Draco wanted. Power and he wanted a woman who could give as much as she could take. Someone who could stand her own and not tarnish his sacred name.
His thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as the double wooden doors to the Great Hall flew open with tremendous force. Not the least bit surprised, Draco turned his head slightly to see who the intruders were. Ginny Weasely and Dumbledore stood smiling at each other, rather stupidly he noted.
He glanced over Ginny. She seemed to have a different air around her than she did on the train. He couldn't tell what it was. She seemed alive. Her whole body seemed to be glowing. Draco turned his eyes to the Gryffindor table as it erupted in cheers, and Draco remembered how she had passed out on the train. That's why Dumbledore hadn't been present for the sorting and why they hadn't been able to eat.
His eyes swung back to Ginny as she smiled with a slight blush and went to take a seat with her fellow house mates. He narrowed his eyes as he saw her pass right over the dream team and give them a look that could freeze fire. He realized most of her intense anger seemed to be directed towards Granger and he wondered why she suddenly seemed to resent the terrible trio. But, as soon as the look came, it went. She seemed to have directed it only to them and didn't want anyone else to see it.
But someone had.
A/N: Don't forget to review!! Thanks! ~GodessAthena