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Draco was brooding in his room, all morning in fact.
'There's something wrong with that girl', he thought, 'some thing very wrong.' It wasn't like he was afraid of her or anything…it was more the fact that what she knew about him could bring harm to him, his family, and the Malfoy name. There was allot of power that little girl was wielding, and that alone made him feel threatened. But still there was something else. He couldn't put his finger on it exactly, couldn't say why, but he knew it. As innocent as she may look Draco knew there was something dangerous under the surface. He would have to work extra hard not to piss her off otherwise he might suffer what ever she had in store. It sounded ridiculous actually, a Malfoy at a Weasley's mercy. Draco would have laughed out loud, except…the reality was she really could ruin him.
Maybe he should have gotten right up from where he was laying down and write a letter to his father, sent express owl, before he actually had to go through with it. Lucius could threaten Virginia personally, and while she would have Draco's sympathy then, he would not dare stop it. But Draco trusted his gut instinct, and at the moment his gut gave a sharp twist at the thought of his father knowing his son could not handle a girl of lower stature as himself let alone at all. And he grimaced as he thought about what the conversation topic, after she was delt with, would be.
"You could not handle something as menial as /this/, Draco?"
Oh he could almost taste the blood. No, he would have to handle this himself- maybe even go along with it- but in the end he'd just have to make sure she didn't accidentally slip up, or purposely tell his little secret.
The only question that kept repeating it's self inside of his head now was: 'Would she really tell?' He got off his bed and started to pace. 'She still didn't tell me how much she knew. Or how many details she noticed. Not as if it mattered, the facts were still the same.'
His stomach growled suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. 'Shouldn't have missed breakfast', he scolded him self. But he didn't want to go down to the great hall. He may sound like a coward, but he just didn't want to face her.
Draco stopped pacing.
She /knew/. Some how the facts didn't really get through to him before...but now they were sinking in, and it felt as if something was weighing down his soul, and needles pricking his stomach. He felt a bit dizzy for a moment. His mind repeated in disbelief: 'Fuck, she knows, I am so fucking screwed.' And flashes of last nights nightmare ran through his head, he could almost feel his skin splitting under the force of a cane. He leaned back against his bedpost, and then slid to the floor, one hand over his eyes.
That's where she found him.
"What's the matter? Sexual frustration taking its toll?"
"Shut the hell up, you stupid bint." He sounded tired and aggravated. She really was the last person he wanted to see at the moment, but would not so kindly tolerate any one else at the time.
She looked at him in surprise, "Well, aren't we feisty this afternoon."
He looked up, "Afternoon?"
"Yes," she replied, "you've been in here all morning. Its about...2 or 3 O'clock I suppose." Pansy walked over to him and sat by his side.
"But really are you ok? You look a bit....I don't know, like you're going to be sick or something" She toyed with his sleeve having yet to really look at him. Not like it was bad enough she's in love with him, or that every one else knew it...But that he told her he didn't want her in that way. Well emotionally that is.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She didn't believe him, and he could tell "Really, I'll be ok...Just a bit under the weather is all."
"Alright. Oh, hey, before I forget. This came for you at breakfast; you obviously weren't there to receive it."
She handed him a small envelope, cream colored, and his name was scrawled over the back in red ink. Also a red wax seal decorated it in a simple, yet beautiful design, a Celtic cross. He was glad wax sealed it securely; at least he knew Pansy hadn't read it. He looked up to tell her to leave him be, but she was already gone.
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What's the matter Draco, don't want to come out and play,
or just not hungry?
I'd hate to think you're skipping meals because of little old me.
Besides, you'll need your strength tonight.
Meet me on the Quiditch Pitch at 11.
Benedetto Sia*
Virginia
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With out saying a word Draco crumpled up the letter and on a whim set it on fire before tossing it to he ground. That just pissed him off more, adding to his dark mood.
'Stupid bitch.' he'd show her. Afterward he vowed to him self he would attend every meal, even if he wasn't hungry. It was one thing for him to recognize he was avoiding her, but a completely different situation if she /knew/ he was avoiding her.
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%Later that night%
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A wry voice from behind him spoke up. "You're on time...how surprising."
If he hadn't been who he was, he would have jumped, but his nerves did give him a nice shock. "Hello Weaslett, what is it you wanted." Just give her what she wants and leave, keep it simple and as little detail as possible.
She just gave him a small smile, and sat down on the grass. "Come sit with me, I want to talk."
Draco didn't move, "I said 'What. Do. You. Want.' I didn't come out here at this time of night to play tea party with the littlest Weasley." He was not in a good mood having had to sit all through dinner with, he'd swear, her eyes boring into him, daring him to look up, not very pleasant really.
Gin turned to look at him fully; her eyes said one thing clearly 'Danger'.
"Don't piss me off Malfoy, and /don't/ act as if I'm punishing you. I knew you wouldn't come to me, so I had to come to you." He opened his mouth to deny it, but she stopped him before he said a word, "Please, don't think I am just some child, I know things. And I just happen to know you wouldn't have told me anything, denying me the one small thing that I ask of you in exchange for my silence." She gave a dramatic sigh, "But I guess that was asking too much, maybe Ron would like to sit and chat with me, I can tell him a few /interesting/ things while we play 'tea party'."
She stood.
"Wait! Just sit back down and let's get this over with. Alright?"
He couldn't believe this little /girl/ had power over him. It was degrading, despicable, so...humiliating. But, he would dance in front of Potter in his knickers if it kept his secret safe. And thank God she didn't have that kind of imagination.....
(A/N): Next chapter will be longer, I promise but I thought this is a good place to stop.
For those of you who thought this was going to consist of 'Ginny blackmails Draco into doing her chores and so on', I'm actually kind of sick of those, so no that's not what I'm wanting here.
*the farewell phrase in Ginny's letter. Benedetto Sia Is Italian for "Blessed Be"
Thanks to every one for reviewing.
-Wind and Ashes
Draco was brooding in his room, all morning in fact.
'There's something wrong with that girl', he thought, 'some thing very wrong.' It wasn't like he was afraid of her or anything…it was more the fact that what she knew about him could bring harm to him, his family, and the Malfoy name. There was allot of power that little girl was wielding, and that alone made him feel threatened. But still there was something else. He couldn't put his finger on it exactly, couldn't say why, but he knew it. As innocent as she may look Draco knew there was something dangerous under the surface. He would have to work extra hard not to piss her off otherwise he might suffer what ever she had in store. It sounded ridiculous actually, a Malfoy at a Weasley's mercy. Draco would have laughed out loud, except…the reality was she really could ruin him.
Maybe he should have gotten right up from where he was laying down and write a letter to his father, sent express owl, before he actually had to go through with it. Lucius could threaten Virginia personally, and while she would have Draco's sympathy then, he would not dare stop it. But Draco trusted his gut instinct, and at the moment his gut gave a sharp twist at the thought of his father knowing his son could not handle a girl of lower stature as himself let alone at all. And he grimaced as he thought about what the conversation topic, after she was delt with, would be.
"You could not handle something as menial as /this/, Draco?"
Oh he could almost taste the blood. No, he would have to handle this himself- maybe even go along with it- but in the end he'd just have to make sure she didn't accidentally slip up, or purposely tell his little secret.
The only question that kept repeating it's self inside of his head now was: 'Would she really tell?' He got off his bed and started to pace. 'She still didn't tell me how much she knew. Or how many details she noticed. Not as if it mattered, the facts were still the same.'
His stomach growled suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. 'Shouldn't have missed breakfast', he scolded him self. But he didn't want to go down to the great hall. He may sound like a coward, but he just didn't want to face her.
Draco stopped pacing.
She /knew/. Some how the facts didn't really get through to him before...but now they were sinking in, and it felt as if something was weighing down his soul, and needles pricking his stomach. He felt a bit dizzy for a moment. His mind repeated in disbelief: 'Fuck, she knows, I am so fucking screwed.' And flashes of last nights nightmare ran through his head, he could almost feel his skin splitting under the force of a cane. He leaned back against his bedpost, and then slid to the floor, one hand over his eyes.
That's where she found him.
"What's the matter? Sexual frustration taking its toll?"
"Shut the hell up, you stupid bint." He sounded tired and aggravated. She really was the last person he wanted to see at the moment, but would not so kindly tolerate any one else at the time.
She looked at him in surprise, "Well, aren't we feisty this afternoon."
He looked up, "Afternoon?"
"Yes," she replied, "you've been in here all morning. Its about...2 or 3 O'clock I suppose." Pansy walked over to him and sat by his side.
"But really are you ok? You look a bit....I don't know, like you're going to be sick or something" She toyed with his sleeve having yet to really look at him. Not like it was bad enough she's in love with him, or that every one else knew it...But that he told her he didn't want her in that way. Well emotionally that is.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She didn't believe him, and he could tell "Really, I'll be ok...Just a bit under the weather is all."
"Alright. Oh, hey, before I forget. This came for you at breakfast; you obviously weren't there to receive it."
She handed him a small envelope, cream colored, and his name was scrawled over the back in red ink. Also a red wax seal decorated it in a simple, yet beautiful design, a Celtic cross. He was glad wax sealed it securely; at least he knew Pansy hadn't read it. He looked up to tell her to leave him be, but she was already gone.
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What's the matter Draco, don't want to come out and play,
or just not hungry?
I'd hate to think you're skipping meals because of little old me.
Besides, you'll need your strength tonight.
Meet me on the Quiditch Pitch at 11.
Benedetto Sia*
Virginia
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With out saying a word Draco crumpled up the letter and on a whim set it on fire before tossing it to he ground. That just pissed him off more, adding to his dark mood.
'Stupid bitch.' he'd show her. Afterward he vowed to him self he would attend every meal, even if he wasn't hungry. It was one thing for him to recognize he was avoiding her, but a completely different situation if she /knew/ he was avoiding her.
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%Later that night%
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A wry voice from behind him spoke up. "You're on time...how surprising."
If he hadn't been who he was, he would have jumped, but his nerves did give him a nice shock. "Hello Weaslett, what is it you wanted." Just give her what she wants and leave, keep it simple and as little detail as possible.
She just gave him a small smile, and sat down on the grass. "Come sit with me, I want to talk."
Draco didn't move, "I said 'What. Do. You. Want.' I didn't come out here at this time of night to play tea party with the littlest Weasley." He was not in a good mood having had to sit all through dinner with, he'd swear, her eyes boring into him, daring him to look up, not very pleasant really.
Gin turned to look at him fully; her eyes said one thing clearly 'Danger'.
"Don't piss me off Malfoy, and /don't/ act as if I'm punishing you. I knew you wouldn't come to me, so I had to come to you." He opened his mouth to deny it, but she stopped him before he said a word, "Please, don't think I am just some child, I know things. And I just happen to know you wouldn't have told me anything, denying me the one small thing that I ask of you in exchange for my silence." She gave a dramatic sigh, "But I guess that was asking too much, maybe Ron would like to sit and chat with me, I can tell him a few /interesting/ things while we play 'tea party'."
She stood.
"Wait! Just sit back down and let's get this over with. Alright?"
He couldn't believe this little /girl/ had power over him. It was degrading, despicable, so...humiliating. But, he would dance in front of Potter in his knickers if it kept his secret safe. And thank God she didn't have that kind of imagination.....
(A/N): Next chapter will be longer, I promise but I thought this is a good place to stop.
For those of you who thought this was going to consist of 'Ginny blackmails Draco into doing her chores and so on', I'm actually kind of sick of those, so no that's not what I'm wanting here.
*the farewell phrase in Ginny's letter. Benedetto Sia Is Italian for "Blessed Be"
Thanks to every one for reviewing.
-Wind and Ashes