Here's chapter one of my fan fiction. Please review even if you loved it or thought it was crummy. Thank you so so much.
Chapter One
Draco Malfoy was inside of the Prefect Bathroom, completely undressed except for the towel wrapped around his waist. He had just finished a long, hot shower, attempting to wake himself up.
He now stared at his reflection in the mirror. His silvery-grey eyes glowered back. His skin was pale and flawless and his lips showed the hint of a smirk. Draco patted some aftershave on his face. "Damn," he muttered to himself, flicking his eyebrows. "I look good."
"You won't get any girls acting like that now, will you?" said a high-pitched female voice, coming from the toilet.
Draco rolled his eyes without turning around. "Go away, Myrtle. You're not supposed to be in here when boys are showering."
"And what are you going to do about it? And don't worry, I wouldn't call you a boy in any means." She giggled hysterically and floated over to stand next to him. "Do you really think that 'girls go for bad boys' myth is true, Drakey? Well, it's not. The only person you'll ever win over with that look is Pansy Parkinson."
"Shut up, Myrtle. Don't go making fun of my g-g-girlfriend like that." He continued staring at his reflection, although he made a rather quirky face.
"Your girlfriend?" Myrtle began giggling hysterically, and with a splash, she landed back inside of the toilet. "Remember what I saaaaaaid!" echoed her voice from the u-bend.
Alright, Draco would admit it. Pug-faced Pansy Parkinson was not the girl he wanted to be his girlfriend. She had black, unmoving eyes, a sharp and pointed nose, and thin lips that smirked even more frequently than his. She was always nagging him in some way or the other. But he knew that he'd have to cover up. If anyone ever knew he was in love with a rugged, hand-me-down Weasley, he'd be in for it. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror again and gulped. "But I am one sexy bitch, for all it's worth," he retorted, flashing a devilish smile to himself.
There was a rapping on the door. "Draakey-poo! We're going to be late for Potions! You must hurry, darling!"
"I-I-I don't feel too well, Pansy. You'll have to go on without me."
"Oh, rubbish," said Pansy. "I'm not believing that story, Draco! Hippogriff tails!" She shrieked the password loudly, and the door swung opened. "Oh, my, you don't look sick to me!" As she quickly linked her arm through his, she pecked him on the cheek, and giggled delightedly. "We'd better go, Drakey!"
"Pansy—I don't do arm linking," whispered Draco, as they entered the hallway.
"Oh, Drakey, you're so insecure. Lighten up a bit." As they walked down the hall, Draco saw her approaching in the opposite direction. It was her. The light hit her flaming red hair just right, so it glistened remarkably. She was talking softly to her friend, Luna, and hardly noticed anyone at all.
This is my chance, thought Draco. No one doesn't notice Draco Malfoy, the sexiest man at school. I could have any of these girls here... as they got closer, he edged towards her side of the hallway. And then BANG! they ran into each other. "Oh sorry," said Ginny, not seeing it was Draco. Her books fell all over the floor.
"Watch where you're going, Weasley!" He laughed haughtily.
Ginny sneered back at Malfoy and recovered her school books from the floor with Luna's assistance. Malfoy heard Luna mutter, "Just ignore boys, Ginny. None of them are any good. Except maybe... you're brother..."
"That ugly bitch!" said Pansy. "I do hope you did that on purpose... you know I always had a thing for bad boys." She cooed and nuzzled her head against him.
Draco's eyes widened. "No, no, no, no! Complete accident. My fault. Didn't mean to do it. Not under any circumstances. No. Waay." Draco shook his head uncomfortably and tried to slide his arm out of Pansy's, but was unsuccessful.
It had always been like that. The complete opposite of a relationship he had wished to have with the green-eyed Ginny Weasley. It wasn't what he wanted, but he presumed it was better than nothing at all. It just seemed perfect: a pretty little pure-blooded princess that always haunted his late night dreams and afternoon fantasies. As little as he wanted to admit it, he knew ever getting Ginny to talk to him would be hard enough. He had to find a way to trick her into meeting him so that he could tell her the way he felt.
He thought of the nice cliché thing to do, and breaking lose from Pansy's tight grip, immediately went up to the Owlery and scribbled down a letter:
Ginny, I need to see you soon. There's something I need to talk to you about tonight, and it's very important. Meet me behind the Quidditch fields at nine-thirty. And don't bring up the meeting to anyone. No one needs to overhear.
Love,
Luna.
Draco immediately felt silly after writing such a letter and signing Luna's name, but tied it to the leg of one of the hefty school owls, anyways. The owl pecked at his hand, hungry. "I haven't got anything to feed you, you bloody bird. Maybe she'll give you something when you deliver. But I suggest you take that letter... unless you're not fit for the job..."
The proud bird puffed out its chest and immediately started fluttering around the high-ceilinged tower. "Fine, then. Just don't lose it."
Draco turned on his heel and left the Owlery in a hurry, heading back into the Slytherin common room. He didn't feel up to attending any classes that day after all. His head ached and he was looking much paler than usual, if that was at all possible. His forehead seemed to be a bit clammy, so he figured he would go take a nap.
Draco had outlandish dreams all afternoon, and slept in the boy's dormitory through lunch and dinner. He awakened around nine o'clock by instincts, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He knew that Ginny would be showing up at the Quidditch fields because she would do anything for Luna. He knew tonight was his only chance. A lump rose in his throat, and he gulped.
He sat on his four-poster for a few minutes more, gathering his confidence, and with an adrenaline-rush, shot out of his bed and down into the Slytherin Common Room. A good majority of the Slytherins were gathered there, playing chess, completing homework, reading and talking. He luckily slipped up before Pansy had time to look up from her chess game (against Milicent Bulstrode).
As Draco made his way down the dark hallways, he was reprimanded by several pictures.
"Hey You, boy! Get back to your dormitory! Oh, you're nothing but a good-for-nothing Slytherin, eh? Shouldn't have expected anything less from you." Draco scowled at the pot-bellied wizard in the photograph.
"You better feel lucky you're in that frame, you bastard," he muttered, and immediately regretted his poor come-back. But h didn't mind. Tonight, he was going to see Ginny Weasley. The beautiful Ginny Weasley.
Draco glided out of the Grand Entrance, and other the large blanket of shining stars. They offered a sense of comfort to him, and he heaved in a deep sigh. He saw the hoops in the Quidditch field, and knew that this was it. He walked behind the stadium entrance and sat down. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. The sound of feet rustling through leaves was getting louder and louder, and he knew that whoever it was (hopefully Ginny...) was getting closer.
"Ginny?" he whispered. A cool breeze blew over, rustling his hair, and he began to shiver.