A/N Here's the second chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Chess is supposedly an intellectually stimulating game, but when it is played with these two oafs, Draco could play it, win, *and* think about why he had bothered to come to the Slytherin common room instead of a common room with only one other person.
Last night, he had walked into his sleeping room and there had been a "loose floorboard" that he had stepped on. When he walked to the closet to put away his robes, there had been an open space, just big enough to crawl into.Apparently, the loose floorboard had been a trigger. Draco had been curious, so he got onto his hands and knees and crawled in.
It was amazing! He had expected a dirt floor, but it was carpeted in a rich velvet, so soft he could have slept on it! He hastily lit his wand, and what he saw on the walls made him burn with so much curiosity that, tired as he was, Draco had to go on! There were paintings, but they were completely still! None of them were moving at all! It was haunting how still they were and how unhappy they looked.
"Draco?"
"Oh, knight to E 7"
Draco *had* to go on and find out where it led. He began to crawl. It was a long journey, but after about an hour of sharp turns and uphill and downhill slopes, he saw a light.
Scrambling towards it, Draco saw with some disappointment that it was only Weasley's sleeping room.
Ginny had been kneeling in front of her bed, her eyes closed in a silent prayer. Draco didn't know what had come over him, but when he saw Ginny, the only girl at Hogwarts that wouldn't die to have him, kneeling there, her red hair in front of her face and her fair skin clashing with the bright red freckles, her mouth upturned in a slight smile, she looked like an angel, and he couldn't help himself. In a daze, Draco had walked over to the bed, put his face to hers, and kissed her.
"All right!"
"What?"
"I took your pawn, Draco!"
"Oh, queen to g5, checkmate"
That night at the beginning of the sorting, Ginny was feeling particularly depressed about the absence of her brothers, but she had reached into her robe pocket and found just the thing to cheer her up.
That summer, when Ginny had been visiting Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Fred had brought her into the back of the shop to show her their next big product.
"We haven't got a name for it yet, Gin, but one drop of this stuff in someone's drink and they'll love *anyone*."
Quite suddenly, there had been an explosion from the front of the shop and a scream and Fred went to help. Ginny, feeling slightly mischievous had stolen a small closed cup of it and stuffed it into her robe pocket.
Ginny slipped out of the great hall and sneaked into the kitchen. She had convinced the house elves to put a drop of the potion into the pumpkin juice that would be at Malfoy's place. Maybe he would kiss one of the few Slytherin girls he rejected (the ones he had rejected with good reason.)
That night, when she had just been finishing up her prayers (please let Draco kiss someone horrid, so the Grifendores can all have a good laugh) she had felt the warmth of breath on her face, and before she had a chance to stop it, Draco had kissed her, and then, when he saw her open eyes, he had left, through a crawl space that she didn't even know was there.
The odd thing was that... well...she had *liked* the kiss!
She had followed Malfoy through the crawl space and took a different turn than him, and when she felt the carpet she had been surprised, same with the portraits, but what really shocked her was what had been at the end of the passage.
There, in the very tunnels of hogwarts, was the weak but living form of professor Quirrel, fast asleep and barely breathing.
A/N-Well, there you have it! I'm sorry I took so long to update, school is very time consuming. Reviews inspire me to abandon homework and write!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Chess is supposedly an intellectually stimulating game, but when it is played with these two oafs, Draco could play it, win, *and* think about why he had bothered to come to the Slytherin common room instead of a common room with only one other person.
Last night, he had walked into his sleeping room and there had been a "loose floorboard" that he had stepped on. When he walked to the closet to put away his robes, there had been an open space, just big enough to crawl into.Apparently, the loose floorboard had been a trigger. Draco had been curious, so he got onto his hands and knees and crawled in.
It was amazing! He had expected a dirt floor, but it was carpeted in a rich velvet, so soft he could have slept on it! He hastily lit his wand, and what he saw on the walls made him burn with so much curiosity that, tired as he was, Draco had to go on! There were paintings, but they were completely still! None of them were moving at all! It was haunting how still they were and how unhappy they looked.
"Draco?"
"Oh, knight to E 7"
Draco *had* to go on and find out where it led. He began to crawl. It was a long journey, but after about an hour of sharp turns and uphill and downhill slopes, he saw a light.
Scrambling towards it, Draco saw with some disappointment that it was only Weasley's sleeping room.
Ginny had been kneeling in front of her bed, her eyes closed in a silent prayer. Draco didn't know what had come over him, but when he saw Ginny, the only girl at Hogwarts that wouldn't die to have him, kneeling there, her red hair in front of her face and her fair skin clashing with the bright red freckles, her mouth upturned in a slight smile, she looked like an angel, and he couldn't help himself. In a daze, Draco had walked over to the bed, put his face to hers, and kissed her.
"All right!"
"What?"
"I took your pawn, Draco!"
"Oh, queen to g5, checkmate"
That night at the beginning of the sorting, Ginny was feeling particularly depressed about the absence of her brothers, but she had reached into her robe pocket and found just the thing to cheer her up.
That summer, when Ginny had been visiting Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Fred had brought her into the back of the shop to show her their next big product.
"We haven't got a name for it yet, Gin, but one drop of this stuff in someone's drink and they'll love *anyone*."
Quite suddenly, there had been an explosion from the front of the shop and a scream and Fred went to help. Ginny, feeling slightly mischievous had stolen a small closed cup of it and stuffed it into her robe pocket.
Ginny slipped out of the great hall and sneaked into the kitchen. She had convinced the house elves to put a drop of the potion into the pumpkin juice that would be at Malfoy's place. Maybe he would kiss one of the few Slytherin girls he rejected (the ones he had rejected with good reason.)
That night, when she had just been finishing up her prayers (please let Draco kiss someone horrid, so the Grifendores can all have a good laugh) she had felt the warmth of breath on her face, and before she had a chance to stop it, Draco had kissed her, and then, when he saw her open eyes, he had left, through a crawl space that she didn't even know was there.
The odd thing was that... well...she had *liked* the kiss!
She had followed Malfoy through the crawl space and took a different turn than him, and when she felt the carpet she had been surprised, same with the portraits, but what really shocked her was what had been at the end of the passage.
There, in the very tunnels of hogwarts, was the weak but living form of professor Quirrel, fast asleep and barely breathing.
A/N-Well, there you have it! I'm sorry I took so long to update, school is very time consuming. Reviews inspire me to abandon homework and write!!!