A/N: Hello again. I'm updating this because I'm still sick. This may sound strange because I've been putting off a lot of things, but decided since this was already written that I'd go ahead and get it beta read and updated. Then, I'm going back to bed. See you when I'm better. ~ BP
Draco's Revenge Part One
Everyone knew to stay out of Draco's way the first week back to Hogwarts. There was a genuine fire behind his eyes and anyone unfortunate enough to piss him off was going to get burned.
Over and over and over again, the sentence played through his mind, burning itself into his consciousness
I didn't mean that....
"The hell she didn't," was all he could say. Never mind that no one knew what he was talking about.
When Draco did see Ginny, she was always in quite a hurry, scurrying here or there,anywhere he wouldn't be.
Still, Draco was not one to forget slights to his ego by anyone, and when he emerged, quite suddenly, from his sour state, a smile on his face and mischief in his eyes, one could bet his or her bottom dollar that Draco Malfoy was up to something.
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Ginny couldn't help the fact that she had been avoiding Draco since the Hogwarts express. She just didn't know what to say to him. She sure didn't want to hear what he had to say to her. She was afraid it would hurt.
Besides, she was with Harry. That's part of what Draco wanted. Once she'd gotten out of this mess, if ever, have given Harry's bleeding heart to Draco on a platter, she'd be done with him and Draco Malfoy would be out of her life and out of her thoughts.
Everyday, in the Great Hall, Ginny could feel those cold gray eyes, like ice cubes, pressed against the back of her neck, watching her, hating her…..and then one day, just like that, they were gone, busily observing something else he thought amusing. Ginny at first, when she saw that Draco wasn't focused on her, was tempted to believe that her earlier suspicions of him watching her were a figment of her overactive imagination.
Then, she caught his eye, and he winked meaningfully at her. While busily explaining away to Harry and the others why she had turned beet red, Ginny was acutely aware of something else - something else was going to happen, and Ginny wasn't going to like it.
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Patience was a quality that didn't suit Draco. When he finally received the small brown package he'd been waiting for, he was tempted to throw something at the owl who had delivered it.
Tearing away the wrappings, Draco pulled out a small note, and a clump of red hair.
The note read:
Dear Draco,
I hope you appreciate the trouble I went through to
get this. The girl sleeps soundly, but not everyone
else in this dorm does. I don't know what you want
with this hair for and I really don't want to know.
I just hope this means you won't make me do
anymore of your bloody homework!
Reluctant
Draco rolled his eyes, throwing the letter aside. He weighed the clump of Ginny's hair before dumping it into an already boiling cauldron, mixing it slowly.
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"So Gin," asked Hermione as the two reached the Gryfindor table, "how are classes going?"
"Pretty well, I hope," Ginny replied.She ruffled Ron's hair before sitting and greeted Harry with a kiss.
Ron made a gagging gesture. "I wouldn't do that Ron," said Hermione, "or else you might actually start choking again." Ron attempted to ruffle Hermione's hair, but the words "Do it and die," were enough to convince him not to.
Ginny, as always, glanced towards the Slytherin table to see what Draco was up to. Draco had a small intricate box in his hand. When he opened the lid, he removed one of the contents; a small, round chocolate.
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Yes, I'm sick, but not too sick for a cliffhanger. Tee hee. I'll start writing the next chappie when I feel better. Until then, love and cookies!
Draco's Revenge Part One
Everyone knew to stay out of Draco's way the first week back to Hogwarts. There was a genuine fire behind his eyes and anyone unfortunate enough to piss him off was going to get burned.
Over and over and over again, the sentence played through his mind, burning itself into his consciousness
I didn't mean that....
"The hell she didn't," was all he could say. Never mind that no one knew what he was talking about.
When Draco did see Ginny, she was always in quite a hurry, scurrying here or there,anywhere he wouldn't be.
Still, Draco was not one to forget slights to his ego by anyone, and when he emerged, quite suddenly, from his sour state, a smile on his face and mischief in his eyes, one could bet his or her bottom dollar that Draco Malfoy was up to something.
******************
Ginny couldn't help the fact that she had been avoiding Draco since the Hogwarts express. She just didn't know what to say to him. She sure didn't want to hear what he had to say to her. She was afraid it would hurt.
Besides, she was with Harry. That's part of what Draco wanted. Once she'd gotten out of this mess, if ever, have given Harry's bleeding heart to Draco on a platter, she'd be done with him and Draco Malfoy would be out of her life and out of her thoughts.
Everyday, in the Great Hall, Ginny could feel those cold gray eyes, like ice cubes, pressed against the back of her neck, watching her, hating her…..and then one day, just like that, they were gone, busily observing something else he thought amusing. Ginny at first, when she saw that Draco wasn't focused on her, was tempted to believe that her earlier suspicions of him watching her were a figment of her overactive imagination.
Then, she caught his eye, and he winked meaningfully at her. While busily explaining away to Harry and the others why she had turned beet red, Ginny was acutely aware of something else - something else was going to happen, and Ginny wasn't going to like it.
*************************
Patience was a quality that didn't suit Draco. When he finally received the small brown package he'd been waiting for, he was tempted to throw something at the owl who had delivered it.
Tearing away the wrappings, Draco pulled out a small note, and a clump of red hair.
The note read:
Dear Draco,
I hope you appreciate the trouble I went through to
get this. The girl sleeps soundly, but not everyone
else in this dorm does. I don't know what you want
with this hair for and I really don't want to know.
I just hope this means you won't make me do
anymore of your bloody homework!
Reluctant
Draco rolled his eyes, throwing the letter aside. He weighed the clump of Ginny's hair before dumping it into an already boiling cauldron, mixing it slowly.
**********************
"So Gin," asked Hermione as the two reached the Gryfindor table, "how are classes going?"
"Pretty well, I hope," Ginny replied.She ruffled Ron's hair before sitting and greeted Harry with a kiss.
Ron made a gagging gesture. "I wouldn't do that Ron," said Hermione, "or else you might actually start choking again." Ron attempted to ruffle Hermione's hair, but the words "Do it and die," were enough to convince him not to.
Ginny, as always, glanced towards the Slytherin table to see what Draco was up to. Draco had a small intricate box in his hand. When he opened the lid, he removed one of the contents; a small, round chocolate.
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Yes, I'm sick, but not too sick for a cliffhanger. Tee hee. I'll start writing the next chappie when I feel better. Until then, love and cookies!