Disclaimer: We know this is all J.K. Rowlings, the pitiful plot is mine but the characters are most obviously hers. Come on people, do you think I'm stupid enough to claim her stuff? Who do you think I am? Like I said, her people, my plot.
A/N: Thanx again to all who reviewed, except Gen. Patton because she is mean. : P
Chapter 3 A Different Perspective
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.
An hour later in a discrete corner of the library, Draco still couldn't comprehend that the journal belonged to Ginny Weasley. He tried to sort through his thoughts, debating whether this new information changed anything or everything. Is it possible that I, Draco Lucius Malfoy III, esteemed member of the aristocratic, widely known and widely feared Malfoy family, thought, for a brief moment, that a poor, naive, practically worthless Weasley family member was an excellent poet, intelligent, creative, and perhaps a love interest? No, couldn't be. But these revelations stewed in Draco's brain. Trying to get his mind off the crimson- haired sorceress, he lazily looked over the myriad of books around him. Something caught his eye in the gap between Ghouls Through the Centuries and Practical Uses of Hexes though, a glint of red hair. Tensing, Draco prepared to dart as adrenaline rushed through his system. Instead he very slowly, and very quietly leaned toward the gap. As he peered through to the other side he questioned whether his heart was pumping loud enough for people across the hallway to hear.
Ginny looked determinedly for a book on retrieval spells, oblivious to the pair of bright gray eyes spying behind her. While her mind considered the irony of having to search for a book of finding spells, Draco's thoughts went more along the lines of: She has really pretty hair, it kind of glistens. And wow, she's got a nice body too. I wonder if she works out because she has one fine as---Ahem! Draco immediately pulled back from the peephole at the realization of what he had been thinking. His back pressed against a wall of books, Draco mentally screamed at himself. What am I thinking?! How can I be attracted to her? Well Draco, like the many of the rest of us who aren't sociopaths, had a little voice in the back of his head that told him exactly what he didn't want to admit. You like her because she isn't afraid of you. NO, I don't like her, Draco's thoughts echoed in his head as he tried to prove to himself he wasn't enamored. Yes you do; because she's smart, and she's witty, and she can out insult you. Admit it, you think she's sexy when she talks back. Draco silenced the voice when a more important question crossed his mind. I wonder who her crush is? He's probably some dopey hero from Gryffindor that thinks brawn is more important than brains. It better not be Pothead Potter!! Why do I even care? Let the little tramp run to her golden hero, it's not like she'll ever come to me. This final thought brought reality crashing back down on Draco. The reality of his crush, of her beauty, and of the impossible chance of her ever liking him back. Draco pulled away from the shelf he had been leaning on and discreetly retreated to his dormitory, sullen, irritated, and full of self pity. Once there he pulled the journal from under his mattress and, resisting the urge to chuck it in the trash for the second time, he collapsed onto his bed and flipped through the pages, looking for a new poem; a poem that would reveal Ginny's perfect man so he could finally go through with the evil plans he had from the start. He had to have someone to channel his anger at. One poem caught his interest.
We bicker, we fight, we hate and spite
but I get a rush when you're around.
It would be an interesting pairing,
Me and my worthy adversary.
Bicker and fight? That explains why she can't decide whether to punch or kiss the guy. She likes him for the same reason I like her, he pisses her off. This revelation left Draco confused, amazed at the similarities between him and Ginny, and emotionally drained. All these emotions plus the strains of the day left Draco extremely drowsy. He drifted off to sleep slowly, one thought echoing in his mind. Who is her worthy adversary?
A/N: Ooh, the plot thickens. More Ginny and Draco interaction next chapter, I promise. Sorry if the plot is slow, I know it's obvious, but still good right? oh, the opening two lines is the heroic couplet from Shakespeare's Sonnet 40, I thought it was fitting. thanx for reading, please review! I'll give you a cookie?