Chapter 4
- TWO WEEKS LATER - Train to Rosendahl -
'Give me that pen, Ms. Weasley!' professor Severus Snape looked at her with a devilish sneer like he was going to murder someone, and right now, she was in the "danger-zone"...
Say 'NO', say 'NO', she thought, don't give him it.
'Yes, professor...' she stopped writing, cursing herself and her cowardnes, ' it's my plessure!'
He had been sulking, and dangerously mad, ever since he found out that McGonnagall was going to France, and Beuxbattons, with Hermione and Kevin Amberville (a ravenklaw).
Gin was also starting to get a little jelous, Kevin was a reallly, REALLY hansome ravenklaw!
And McGonnagall was nothing compared to Snape...
Poor me! she thought, looking from Snape to Malfoy, I'm stuck with; I'm-To- Good-To-Be-True-boy, and every normal, not slytherinish, students worst nightmare from the rase we call teachers....
'When will we arrive, professor?' Malfoy sighed and streched his arms, causing a little gasp from Gin, as his shirt rewealed a really good- looking six-pack...
'There's only an hour left, Draco. If you actually LOOK out the window, and NOT at ms. Weasley ('I'm not!'), you'll be abble to see that there is more snow here...' Snape answered cooly, even his favourite student got a peas of his rage.
Ginny looked out of the window, was Malfoy really looking at her? Nah, he couldn't, wouldn't do that! This was Draco Malfoy, not any other, normal, guy...
'How does this school look like?' she asked Snape, looking out of the window, trying to think of something else...
Somewhere, at the non-exsisting point in the horizon was Hogwarts.
Hogwarts - the place she could have been now, with her friends, Hermione, and Ron, and Harry...
The closer she got to Norway, and Rosendal, the more she wanted to return to Hogwarts.
'You'll see it when we get there, ms. Weasley' Snape snapped, 'and don't interupt me, I. Am. Working!
She glared, angry with him, (when he didn't look of course...) stupid, slimy, evil git! she thought, and looked out of the window again.
Poor me! Poor, poor me!
'I'm going to talk with the conductor, you two'll stay right here untill I return!'
Ginny nodded slowly, sleepy, at Snape.
He walked out, leaving her alone with Malfoy.
'Glad he finally got a break!' she muttered to herself, closing her eyes slightly.
Her eyes fell on Malfoy, who sat right infront of her, silently studying the passing mountains, trees and farms...
He was actually quite good-looking, with his silvery blond hair and dark grey eyes, and -
WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING?
Malfoy. Good-looking. Two words that does NOT match!
'Like what you see, Weasley?' he smirked, and she felt her face burn as she flushed, furiously.
'I can't blame you though...' he laughed coldly, ' as said before , the Malfoy charm is famous... Few, if anyone, can resist our smart comments, and, of course, our good-looks...'
Ginny snorted, 'smart comments and good-looks my ass...'
'What an ugly use of words, ms. Weasley' he sighed, teatrichal, and shacked his head, 'that only shows me that your vocabulary is as small as your infamous brain-dead brother. And I thought you, as a woman, would be little more advanced... That was wrong of me, I'm so sorry...'
'Like your's any better, Malfoy' she snapped, irritadet because she didn't have a better comment back, and because he didn't get affected at all...
'Back to the point, you think I look good, don't you, Weasley!?' he lifted his wand and muttered, 'Accio Dark Martini!'
Seconds later, a black drink flew into the cupee and landed infront of him.
'Don't you?' he gulped down half the 'dark martini' as watched her.
'I think...' she paused dramatically, '...that you're a stupid git even considering the posebility.'
He looked out of the window again, unabble to answer her in any mather.
Stupid girl!
Why did she have to look so darn beautiful? She was a Weasley, damit!
He couldn't like a Weasley!
Why weren't she in Slytherin, or Ravenklaw, or even Hufflepuff???
He looked at her again, she had closed her eyes, obviously tired of the whole thing.
He closed his eyes, trying not to think of her, but then she moved and he couldn't resist opening his eyes.
GOD! he closed them again, WHY were she taking of her sweater???
It was hard enough, not looking at her when she wore it, but now it seemed imbossible!
He looked at her again, trying not to think of the way her t-shirt showed every curve on her body, down to her waist.
STOP LOOKING! he tought over and over again. STOP LOOKING!
He was relifed when Snape returned, announcing that they would arrive in half-an-hour.
'Draco, can I get a word with you?' Snape gave him a strange look, and stood up, followed by Draco.
They walked out in the corridor, and Snape started walking towards the end of the train.
'Were are we going?' Draco asked, as he followed the teacher, slightly unpleased by the situation.
'Outside,' was all Snape said, as they walked through another corridor.
They reached the end of the last corridor and walked out on the small "veranda".
Snape turned around an looked closely at Draco, who looked back, trying not to look nervous.
'I need to tell you something Draco...' Snape said seriously.
'What?'
'A reletionship with ms. Weasley wouldn't be a very smart thing to do right now!'
Draco looked shocked at him, before he started laughing.
'I mean it seriously, Draco!'
But Draco couldn't stop himself, he laughed like he'd never laughed before.
'You dragged me all the way out here, just to tell me that I shouldn't have an affear with the Weasel?'
But, inside himself he couldn't help himself from shivering, was it that obvious?
'Draco,' Snape looked even closer at him, 'I may be a professor, but I can see it when a person wants another... I know how crazy that sounds to you, but I do, trust me!'
Draco stopped laughing, but kept a smirk on his lips, 'I'm going back to the compartment now, professor Snape, if you don't mind...'
He turned around, and walked into the carriage again.
When Snape, the only none emotional person on earth could see that he liked the Weasel, what about her, and others?
Dammit! Stupid girl! he started cursing her, and himself, as he walked back to the compartment.
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