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Chapter 2 Draco's ForthcomingDraco stepped into his father's automobile that he had borrowed from the ministry idly. He wasn't sure why he was not going to hogwarts with the rest of them on the train. His father sat in the back with his mother, staring at Draco with cold silver hair.
"Draco, I know your probably wondering why you aren't taking the train with your friends and what not but we have something important to tell you and it couldn't wait a second later. Seeing as your 17 now and in your last year of hogwarts you need to do a special task. It is your time to find a future wife. She must be pureblood to son. And after graduation you and her must both take the dark mark. But there is a catch, you can't just pick some random girl, you have to fall in love, as does she. Now I know your very charming to the young girls at school, but I must stress this, the girl you choose you have to court for 2 months until you are able to do anything sexual with her, even kissing." The car pulled to a stop and a calm mans voice said "hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry" lucius opened the car door slowly and bid farewell to a dazed and utterly confused malfoy.
Draco looked back at the car as it was pulling away and watched it stop slowly. Quickly a head popped out of the window, it was his mother, narissa. She told him that he had made head boy and that she hoped he had a good final year. Draco was pleased when he thought about being head boy and pushed all thoughts aside of what his father had told him. That was until he realized that granger was probably the head girl.
Shit, why does she always have to ruin things that make me happy? And my friends wonder why I'm cold. I hate that stupid mudblood bitch. She needs to get a life. I hate the whole golden trio in fact. I wish they would die a slow and painful death. Wouldn't that be fun...little potty and weasel drowning in a tub of boiling pig fat. Ooh and a bunch of enchanted books maiming the mudblood! Ooh what fun it is to think about this.
Draco thought about the downfall of the golden trio while Ginny thought the same thing in her head girl living quarters. Her walls were painted a deep green and all of her furniture was black. Secretly the slytherin colours had always been her favorite. She had huge pillows scattered around the room as chairs and a desk in the corner. Her desk was full of quills, parchment, ink and an extendable light for when it was dark. Her ceiling was enchanted like the great hall and changed day by day. She had never expected this, it was like they took her dream room from her mind and put it into reality. She even had a broom stand in the corner, though no broom would be sitting there for quite some time. She had chosen a good pair of robes for her reward of getting head girl, the next day her broom had been broken. She had lazily put it underneath her and the couch had swallowed it. Seeing as it did not like the taste of wood it spat it back at her in pieces. Oh well she thought as she crawled to the floor from her queen sized bed. Ginny walked over to her trunk and opened it about to search of a bottle of ink when she saw the package lying just in front of it. She opened it with great haste and found a broom! A real firebolt 7000. But there was a note. She opened it like it was going to bite her and read it gingerly.
Dear Ginny,
Wow! Congratulations on making head girl. And seventh year! I am so proud of my baby sister, although you're not a baby anymore. Here's to you! A new broom, I heard about your old one being broken, what a shame. I'm at the burrow on vacation right now but am leaving tomorrow for work in Romania again. Gotta love it.
Sincerely your big brother,
Charlie Weasley
Ginny swelled with gratitude and ran to her desk, determined to write him a thank you note. But then she thought she heard a door open in her common room. But it sounded more like a portrait. The head boy couldn't be here could he? He was supposed to be coming tomorrow. She opened her door slowly and crept downstairs with her heaviest textbook in hand. If it was an intruder he would have a book hit him square in the jaw, she had good aim being a beater and all. She looked closely and inspected the intruder. He had short platinum blonde hair slicked back and a rolling walk. She knew who he was right away.
So malfoy is head boy eh? Wow what luck I have! Now I can study him closer... seeing as we share the same dorm. Yay! I am sooo glad I made head girl instead of hermione! I wonder if he is really head boy though. Maybe he just wanted to check out what he couldn't have...I'll see soon!
"Malfoy! What are you doing here? This is the head girl and boy dorms not malfoys dorms! Get out!" Ginny yelled at him pretending to be angry with him.
"Its all right mudblood! I am the stinking head boy! I just wish you weren't the bloody head girl!" Malfoy yelled back staring at the walls trying to find where she was hiding.
"Mudblood! I am a pureblood malfoy, even you know that. Unless you think I'm hermione! HA! You do! I hate that stupid mudblood bitch!" Ginny yelled back to him a little miffed he though she was hermione.
"You hate her too? Who the sodding hell are you? Show yourself right now!" Malfoy yelled back, excited that it wasn't hermione after all.
Maybe it's someone who is a good shag. Wouldn't that be awesome? Hmmm shagging is fun. Except with pansy, she squeals. I think she was generated from a pig. Ha! Pansy is a pig, pansy is a pig! Snap out of it! Get your head out of your perfectly shaped ass and look for the mystery girl. Ooh I hope it's not pansy by some fluke of chance.
Ginny stepped out of the shadows by her stairs and stared at him with an amused look on her face. He was looking the other way and searching for her by the fireplace. She studied his back and butt slowly, watching his muscles ripple under his tight black muggle t-shirt. She was glad he couldn't see her yet because she was studying him closely. She saw him turn slowly and held her breath, waiting for his reaction. When it came she was surprised, he actually smiled, a true genuine smile. He was glad that it wasn't pansy or hermione, it was an added bonus that it was Ginny, the littlest weasley. It could be really really fun to torment her this year. Ginny was thinking the same thing. More to test him though to see his reaction. Then she could learn how to take respect that she wanted. This was going to be an excellent year.
A/n: this ones a bit longer but I am having a bit of writer's block! All reviews are wanted and I have decided that I need 5 to continue this story.
Ginny: Why him? I don't like him! He's mean!
Draco: Oh and your much better?
Author: Why can't you get along? You're going to become friends somehow!
Draco/ginny: FRIENDS!! AHHHH
Simultaneously smacks author upside head
Author: owwww..........
