Cold as Ice
Ginny was glad the winter break was nearly over. The guilt factor was just too high to accomplish anything at home. However, as she crept to the bathroom door, she reflected that the holiday had been very uneventful. Reaching for the doorknob, Ginny turned it very slowly....She knew Harry was soaking comfortably and quite naked. on the other side of the door.
"A little early for mischief isn't it?"
Startled, Ginny drew back and froze. "Ron!" She hissed furiously, not wanting to yell, "It's also too bloody early for sneaking up on people you stupid prat!" Ginny had moved away from the door, her plans now muddled.
"I was supposed to tell you two that breakfast is ready," Ron stated importantly.
"And?"
"Well...now you know."
Ginny rolled her eyes as she walked pointedly around Ron. As much as she loved him, his timing was terrible.
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Draco sat facing the window, musing over a cup of tea. In a few days, he would be returning to Hogwarts and he doubted very much that he would be missed.
Blowing the steam lazily over his cup, he sipped the gourmet drink. Ginny. The name was woven into his every thought, so that it tumbled and echoed throughout his mind. How did the poor thing fit into the midst of all this? And why was he even concerned?
'Of course she would do what she was told,' he assured himself, 'She will if she knows what was good for her.' Draco set the cup on the small table beside his chair. Why had he acted like such an idiot at the station? Ginny was doing everything as planned; there was no reason for him to be angry. Pansy was right. Draco exhaled in disgust at the thought of Pansy. She could ride a train straight into hell for all he cared. "Smug little bitch," he muttered.
There was a gentle knock on his door. "Come in," Draco commanded as he stood. It was his mother. "Draco, darling," Narcissa said and then paused. Glancing behind her, she shut the door.
"Yes, what is it?" He looked her over suspiciously.
Narcissa strode gracefully to his side and sat on the bed. Draco reluctantly complied when she signaled for him sit beside her. "What is this about?" he sighed impatiently. A bit taken aback by her son's rudeness, Narcissa cleared her throat uncertainly.
"Well...it's about you." "
Really, do tell." He had a feeling this was going to be boring.
"Well...I was just noting that this is your last year at Hogwarts. You have grown up so fast." Narcissa placed a loving hand on Draco's face.
"Thanks for noticing," he commented. Perhaps the statement would have been less hurtful if his voice exhibited less bitterness. But he spoke the way he felt: cold and emotionless.
"You are just like your father." Narcissa spoke with difficulty, as she was now trying to ignore her son's frosty aloofness. "Yes, aren't I lucky? You aren't here because of him aren't you?" He yawned, "What's wrong? Are you feeling neglected? That's not exactly something that I can help you with."
Narcissa would have liked very much to cry then, but what self-respecting mother would cry in front of her child? She stood abruptly, lifting a hand to rest on her pained heart. "It ...It doesn't matter. I just wanted to say, that...if you needed someone to talk to, since I...doubt that you and your father talked very deeply, that...you could talk to me."
Draco looked at her unfazed. "Is that all?" Narcissa didn't answer. The slamming of his door signaled the end of the conversation.
Draco went back to his chair and his tea. He hoped his mother wouldn't take it personally. He hadn't been in the mood to be bothered, especially with something as unimportant as an emotional confidante. Still, a tinge of guilt prodded at his conscience. He would have to think of something nice to give her for her birthday.
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Burr! That was cold. Okay, I hope this makes up for all that you poor readers have been through. I'll try to get a new chapter up in a few days. If it's not too much trouble, could you send cookies and ice cream? I used mine to subdue my Mom ^.^.
Ginny was glad the winter break was nearly over. The guilt factor was just too high to accomplish anything at home. However, as she crept to the bathroom door, she reflected that the holiday had been very uneventful. Reaching for the doorknob, Ginny turned it very slowly....She knew Harry was soaking comfortably and quite naked. on the other side of the door.
"A little early for mischief isn't it?"
Startled, Ginny drew back and froze. "Ron!" She hissed furiously, not wanting to yell, "It's also too bloody early for sneaking up on people you stupid prat!" Ginny had moved away from the door, her plans now muddled.
"I was supposed to tell you two that breakfast is ready," Ron stated importantly.
"And?"
"Well...now you know."
Ginny rolled her eyes as she walked pointedly around Ron. As much as she loved him, his timing was terrible.
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Draco sat facing the window, musing over a cup of tea. In a few days, he would be returning to Hogwarts and he doubted very much that he would be missed.
Blowing the steam lazily over his cup, he sipped the gourmet drink. Ginny. The name was woven into his every thought, so that it tumbled and echoed throughout his mind. How did the poor thing fit into the midst of all this? And why was he even concerned?
'Of course she would do what she was told,' he assured himself, 'She will if she knows what was good for her.' Draco set the cup on the small table beside his chair. Why had he acted like such an idiot at the station? Ginny was doing everything as planned; there was no reason for him to be angry. Pansy was right. Draco exhaled in disgust at the thought of Pansy. She could ride a train straight into hell for all he cared. "Smug little bitch," he muttered.
There was a gentle knock on his door. "Come in," Draco commanded as he stood. It was his mother. "Draco, darling," Narcissa said and then paused. Glancing behind her, she shut the door.
"Yes, what is it?" He looked her over suspiciously.
Narcissa strode gracefully to his side and sat on the bed. Draco reluctantly complied when she signaled for him sit beside her. "What is this about?" he sighed impatiently. A bit taken aback by her son's rudeness, Narcissa cleared her throat uncertainly.
"Well...it's about you." "
Really, do tell." He had a feeling this was going to be boring.
"Well...I was just noting that this is your last year at Hogwarts. You have grown up so fast." Narcissa placed a loving hand on Draco's face.
"Thanks for noticing," he commented. Perhaps the statement would have been less hurtful if his voice exhibited less bitterness. But he spoke the way he felt: cold and emotionless.
"You are just like your father." Narcissa spoke with difficulty, as she was now trying to ignore her son's frosty aloofness. "Yes, aren't I lucky? You aren't here because of him aren't you?" He yawned, "What's wrong? Are you feeling neglected? That's not exactly something that I can help you with."
Narcissa would have liked very much to cry then, but what self-respecting mother would cry in front of her child? She stood abruptly, lifting a hand to rest on her pained heart. "It ...It doesn't matter. I just wanted to say, that...if you needed someone to talk to, since I...doubt that you and your father talked very deeply, that...you could talk to me."
Draco looked at her unfazed. "Is that all?" Narcissa didn't answer. The slamming of his door signaled the end of the conversation.
Draco went back to his chair and his tea. He hoped his mother wouldn't take it personally. He hadn't been in the mood to be bothered, especially with something as unimportant as an emotional confidante. Still, a tinge of guilt prodded at his conscience. He would have to think of something nice to give her for her birthday.
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Burr! That was cold. Okay, I hope this makes up for all that you poor readers have been through. I'll try to get a new chapter up in a few days. If it's not too much trouble, could you send cookies and ice cream? I used mine to subdue my Mom ^.^.