Puffy Red Eyes Chapter 2: Confrontations and yet more Crying, a harry potter fanfic

Author's Note: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. HooHaa! You can't stop me now! Damn straight! Word to your g-dawg's third cousin twice removed ( insert a bunch of other grammatically incorrect pop culture phrases here ) my home fried skittleness. Right, trust me, that WONT happen again. This chapter besically focuses more on Draco, but hey, it's balanced now. Entre de Draco Malfoy! Le swoon!

Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Except for what actually is. (Jenna, other random things that may or may not exist outside the sacred realm of my twisted mind). Everything else belongs to Queen Rowling. whip snaps BOW DOWN TO HER GREATNESS!

Puffy Red Eyes

Chapter 2: Confrontations and (yet more) Crying.

"What the hell is he doing in Muggle London?" Ginny hissed at Jenna, just as Dracp Malfoy, the rat, stopped in front of them.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He said, looking at them maliciously.

Jenna was speechless. But Ginny was fed up. Jenna was right; people did walk all over her, including Malfoy. Well, she was about to put a stop to that.

"Two girls who are trying to walk but seem to be hampered by a garbage collector, from the stench." Ginny snapped.

Malfoy's eyes widened. Had the little wretch actually just insulted him? She would pay.

"Funny, I see a little weasel and her rich little Mudblood friend. What's the deal Weasley? Does she pay you to help her carry her clothes for her? Must sting to be around someone who could buy your family for less than the price of one of those cheap tees you always wear." He said smartly.

To his surprise, she neither cried nor ran off. "Stuff it, Malfoy; I don't have time to sit through another session of pick on Weasley. I really couldn't care less how much money you have, so if you'd be as kind as to move you fat arse off the sidewalk so decent people can walk by, it would be very much appreciated. Not only by me, I'm sure." Ginny said, rolling her eyes and pushing past a stunned Malfoy.

Malfoy finally regained his wits as Ginny shouldered past him. Lashing out, he grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it from her bun.

Ginny gasped and bit her lip, but didn't cry out.

"You'll pay for that, weasel. I'm going to make your life a living hell." He sneered.

Ginny calmly replied. "I attend the same school as you, Malfoy. That already makes it hell." When, after a few moments, he didn't let her go, she reached up and dug her nails into Malfoy's wrist. He cried out and let go of her hair. Letting go of his wrist, she darted up to where Jenna was waiting for her anxiously.

Turning back, she saw Malfoy staring daggers at her. In spite of herself, she shivered violently, and turned back to Jenna, who was somewhere between berating her and congratulating her.

So Malfoy would make her life miserable. So what? It was worth it.

Draco Malfoy's day had started out great. Waking up in his huge mansion to a steaming breakfast, he couldn't be more satisfied. His father was away on business, perhaps for another year or so. Draco was master of the home.

After wolfing down his breakfast, he strolled down the stairs arrogantly, making two house elves shudder. At the dining table, his mother, Narcissa Malfoy was sitting primly, eating her breakfast. As he entered the room, she looked up at him and almost managed to suppress the shiver that went down her back at the sight of her son.

Almost, and Draco caught the motion. And smiled. It was an evil smile that he practiced in the mirror to make his appearance more ferocious. His mother was scared of him. Not only scared of him, but detested him. He saw it in her eyes, and in the eyes of his father, and of his so-called friends.

Not that it bothered him. He liked having that control over people.

"Morning, mother. I've decided to go out today. Is there anything you need?" He said, politely, all the while grinning wickedly at her.

"If you don't mind stopping by Mr. Correy's shop again, I have a package waiting that must not be unwrapped." She emphasized.

Draco's grin was replaced by a scowl. Muggle London. However, he'd already asked, so… "Of course mother. I'll be back later." He didn't bother to say when, he knew very well his mother hoped he'd be run over by a lorry, or killed on the streets. He also knew the package his mother wanted his to fetch was a magically concealed bottle of alcohol.

Malfoy grabbed his wallet with Muggle money in it and stalked through the door, slamming it on his way out.

He'd wandered through the streets, stopping to stare at some of the seemingly pointless objects for sale around him.

Some time later, he decided to head on over to Mr. Correy's shop. Walking down the streets with his head down, he heard a laugh up ahead of him.

A spirited laugh, an unrestrained laugh, an undeniably feminine laugh.

That laugh held so much power and warmth; his head snapped up to find the certain angel who had delivered it. To his surprise, he was staring at the little weasel. Ginny Weasley.

Malfoy was startled. When had she grown up? He thought. The last time he'd looked at her she was a skinny twig with an annoying demeanor. Now, looking at her as if with new eyes, she was so…different.

She was no longer an undefined mass of baggy boy's clothes. She had apparently just been shopping, because her clothes were new, and she was carrying several bags full of clothes.

Her bright red hair (Weasley hair, he tried to remind himself) was pulled up in a hasty bun, with a couple of loose curls sweeping the back of her neck invitingly. And the clothes! Now that she wasn't wearing clothing equivalent to a sack, he saw that she had the kind of body guys like him went crazy for. She was so…slender, and sinewy. She was wearing a deep emerald green shirt that made it look (unbelievable though it sounded) like she actually had a little chest. She had on a tight pair of jeans that showed off her thighs and certainly her backside, if only he could get a look…NO! This was a Weasley he was thinking about. He hated her family, her brother Ron, especially, and everything to do with them.

She laughed again and her eyes lit up. Malfoy's lips parted in surprise. Why hadn't he ever seen those eyes before? They were breathtakingly stunning. Even from a distance, they shone, radiated with warmth and feeling. They weren't impersonal or cold like his or his mothers, but they were deep.

Suddenly Malfoy realized there was a girl next to Weasley. He hadn't really noticed her before, he was too busy drinking in-no! Observing the weasel. But he was seeing this girl now, because she was staring at him, questioningly.

He quickly shut his mouth, which, he realized, had been hanging open. He recognized her as a Gryffindor seventh year.

Adopting his usual sneer, he strode towards them. How dare she-they be so happy anyways. Probably have to get paid to make jokes.

Thinking up some biting remark containing 'weasel', 'family', and 'poor', he stopped right in front of them.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" To his delight, the older, dark girl was staring at him in fright. But when he turned his eyes on Weasley, she was staring up at him, defiance written in her huge brown eyes.

"Two girls who are trying to walk but seem to be hampered by a garbage collector, from the stench." She said, staring up at him, wearing his sneer! Was it possible that she had really just stood up to him? It couldn't be. He had to give her a hand; it took balls to stand up to a Malfoy.

To his surprise (and she seemed to be doing that a lot today) she looked neither hurt nor afraid, but almost…yes…a trifle annoyed.

"Stuff it, Malfoy; I don't have time to sit through another session of pick on Weasley. I really couldn't care less how much money you have, so if you'd be as kind as to move you fat arse off the sidewalk so decent people can walk by, it would be very much appreciated. Not only by me, I'm sure."

Malfoy was stunned. Whoa. When had she grown up?

She started to brush past him. Part of his said to leave it, she'd only cause trouble, but some part of him wanted to find out more about her. She was incredible.

He grabbed at her, and just managed to catch her hair. Her head jerked back, but she didn't cry. Malfoy tried to say something, but something was distracting him. Her hair was so soft. The faint smell of citrus came off it, and it looked positively delicious.

She strained against his hold, and that brought him back to reality. He yanked on her hair again for good measure. Who was she to try and make him feel inferior?

"You'll pay for that, weasel. I'm going to make your life a living hell." Even as he said it, he wished he could take it back.

She didn't give him a chance to, though.

"I attend the same school as you, Malfoy. That already makes it hell." She said, in an icy cold voice that reminded him of his own. Malfoy nearly laughed at that. She was amazing. Five minutes ago he would have sworn she was a spineless doormat, but now she was a powerful wall of strength, practically beating him at his own game.

She wasn't like all the other girls. At seventeen, nearly eighteen, Draco Malfoy was one of the most handsome boys in school. Well, he didn't have the regular, ruggedly handsome looks some of the boys did, like god damn St. Potty, but his features were striking and angular. It was pathetic, really, the way some girls positively threw themselves at him. He was still very slender for his age, but he was also taller and slightly broader. He now stood taller than Potter and Weasley.

His white blonde hair had grown out until it was long enough to tie back, much to his mother's disgust. He was lean and smooth. Incredibly mysterious and sexy. All the girls wanted to be in his bed, and they made it painfully obvious, too.

Surprisingly, he had yet to take on a girlfriend, mostly because they were all too obvious, and easy. Yeah, he wanted to feel needed, but he didn't want the chase to be too easy. That took all the fun out of it.

His eyes were piercing and sharp. It helped, being the Seeker in Quidditch for Slytherin. They were cool silver, with specks of blue. No one had eyes like his, not even his father of mother. They were his personal favorite feature.

Just like Weasley's eyes were his favorite features. Although that might change once he got a look of her backsi-goddamnit, Draco, stop!

He'd been on the verge of saying that out loud. He suddenly realized he was running his fingers absent-mindedly through her hair.

Her neck was so enticing and – holy shit! Owwww! His mind screamed as suddenly there were sharp nails in his wrist. He let go of her hair, and pulled his hand away. There were tiny drops of blood forming where her nails had dug into his skin. Bitch!

He watched her as she hurried to catch up to her friend. She turned those big brown eyes back on him one more time, before shuddering and hurrying off with her friend.

And dammit, why was he still staring at her ass? Malfoy was furious with himself. Not only had he let Weasley get to him, and get the better of him, but she had made a fool of him, and hurt him.

He looked down at his hand and realized she hadn't been the only one doing some damage. In his hand were several thick strands of her hair. He hadn't realized he'd pulled on it so hard. He looked up ahead of him. In the distance, she was disappearing around a corner, holding a hand to her head.

Malfoy grimaced. Shit, he was going to hear about this. If not formally from the weasel's father, then at least informally (and probably very painfully) from the weasel's brother.

What had come over him? He hated the Weasleys, right? He knew for certain he hated Ron. He was against everything he stood for. He shook his head. It would pass soon, for gods sake, it was only Weasley!

But still, as he rounded the corner to Mr. Correy's shop he just couldn't get those eyes out of his head. Those huge, haunting brown eyes.

Jenna glanced over at Ginny worriedly. Her eyes then noticed a thin trail if blood running down her neck. She gasped and grabbed Ginny. "Girl, you're bleeding! We need to get you sat down somewhere." She grasped the younger girl's arm and dragged her into a nearby coffee shop.

Ginny (after reassuring Jenna many times that she was not going to die) excused herself to go to the loo. Locking the door of the large stall, she stared at her abnormally pale face in the mirror, the smooth skin marred only by the stark contrast of the trickle of blood that was threatening to seep into the collar of her new shirt.

She quickly yanked the shirt off, and inspected it for damage. Luckily, no blood had gotten on it. Setting the green garment aside, Ginny pulled a paper towel off the roll, and wet it under the sink. Sodding bastard, she thought irritably, wringing out the paper towel slightly.

She pressed it to the side of her head, shivering as several cold drops fell onto her chest and shoulder. After making sure the bleeding had stopped, and that all the blood was gone from her hair, Ginny put her hands under the faucet.

That was when she noticed the blood under the fingernails of her right hand. That wasn't her blood, she thought, checking her clean left hand. Her thoughts flashed back to Malfoy and the scene in the street. Shit! She'd just wanted to make him let go, she hadn't thought she'd drawn blood! But something sinisterly sinful in the back of her mind was grinning inanely at the thought of causing the damned foul dragon even the slightest bit of pain.

She closed her eyes as she washed the blood from her hands (literally, not metaphorically), knowing he deserved it, but feeling guilty nonetheless.

Malfoy really was going to kill her this year. Why hadn't she just scampered off like a good little Gryff? Why did she have to push it?

Grumbling, Ginny yanked her shirt back on and stalked out into the restaurant where Jenna was waiting with tea and scones.

Ginny sat down and soon forgot about the whole mess with Malfoy. Talking to Jenna relieved all her fears, and had her laughing in no time.

"But, seriously," Jenna gasped through laughs "I thought he was going to die from the confusion of a girl standing up to him." More laughter. "Because you know, most girls fall for him, if you know what I mean." Jenna said, looking at Ginny suggestively.

Ginny stopped laughing. "What do you mean?" She asked suspiciously.

"He's pretty cute. Not my type, but definitely cute." Jenna said, most obviously thinking of Dean Thomas, the boy she'd been dating for the past five months. Now he was cute, she thought smirking inwardly.

Ginny blanched. "Malfoy? Cute? Those two words don't belong in the same sentence." Ginny said, but even as she said it she realized it was true.

Jenna shrugged her shoulders. "OK, maybe not cute, but definitely sexy."

Ginny gagged on her tea. "Ewww, gross! Can you imagine what kissing Draco Malfoy would be like?" Ginny shuddered in disgust.

"No thank you, I'd rather go kiss a statue. Probably feels the same, and you'll probably get more of a response out of a block of marble than Malfoy." This broke both girls into fits of hysterical giggles, which not even the disapproving glance of the shopkeeper could break.

Soothed by a few apologetic glances, the shopkeeper brought them their bill, which Jenna paid, much to Ginny's distress. Bloody stinking rich person, she though affectionately.

As they gathered up their bags, and headed home, Jenna turned to Ginny and looked at her strangely. Ginny felt her friend's eyes on her and turned to her. "What?"

Jenna grinned. "If I didn't know Malfoy, I'd say he has a thing for you." She said, finding her shoes suddenly interesting, and it difficult to maintain a straight face.

Ginny made a strange strangled noise as all the breath left her. That was disgusting, revolting, absolutely appalling. "And what, pray tell, gives you that impression?"

Jenna shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe it was the way he was drooling all over himself when he first saw you."

This struck Ginny as funny, and she couldn't contain a burst of laughter. "That's utterly ridiculous, but thank you for that mental image, it's really quite amusing." She strode on ahead of Jenna; not catching the mischievous smirk her friend shot her back.

Draco stormed through the doorway of Malfoy Manor, past the babbling house elf who answered the door, and into his mother's tea parlour, where Narcissa was sitting, as ever, like there was a broomstick stuck up her bum.

Striding over to her table, Draco dumped her precious package on her plate, noting with grim satisfaction, that she jumped in alarm to make sure it hadn't broken.

After assuring herself that the contents of the package were in good condition, she glared up at her son with a look that would have withered anyone else, but only caused Draco to roll his eyes at her failed attempts to look menacing.

"And what has happened to you, Draco, to put you in such a foul mood? This morning you were positively cheerful, and now you look ready to kill someone." She added.

Draco, who had been exiting the room, stopped and turned back to his mother.

"Let's make sure this is clear between us, mother," he said venomously "I am never cheerful." With that, Draco stormed from the room.

Making his way up to his room, Draco scowled at his supposed change of mood.

It's that stupid little weasel. He thought to himself. Well, I'll show her. She'll be so scared of me; she'll wish she was back home with her mum. Stupid witch!

Flinging his door open, he stalked into his room and slammed it shut, diving onto his bed. Enclosed in the silky green and silver bed sheets, Malfoy felt somewhat comforted as he conceived a plan that would make Weasley fear him for the rest of her life.

"Wow." Ginny said, her eyes teary, and her voice slightly breathless. "That was a really good…um, what did you say it was called? Oh, yeah, that was a really good movie." She said to Jenna, who was standing up to take the movie out of the strange Muggle contraption called a "T.V."

Jenna nodded her head as she removed "Benny and Joon" from the 'VCR'. "It's one of my favorites." She said, stretching her arms above her head.

Ginny frowned suddenly and slammed her fist into her knee, leaving a red mark on the creamy flesh.

Jenna looked over at her friend as she placed the next movie (The Mask of Zorro) in, and hurried to sit down next to the younger girl as the FBI warnings popped up.

"What's the matter?" She asked gently as tears sprang to Ginny's eyes.

Ginny was having a hard time not thinking about Harry, but the romantic comedy had brought him back to the surface of her thoughts. "Why can't real life be more like these movies?" She asked, gesturing to the pile of romance videos they'd watched so far.

Jenna sighed and cradled her friend in her arms. "What, you want to be mentally insane with a fantastical lunati-oh, you mean the romantic love part. Ginny, that piece of slime doesn't deserve you. You're the most terrific person I know and it's a pity Harry hasn't realized that yet. The point is, don't dwell on it. Find yourself another guy and be happy. Don't let Harry decide whether or not your life will end happily ever after." She stroked Ginny's hair until she stopped crying, feeling guilty.

"You're right Jenna. No more crying. I'll find someone who likes me more, and I'll try to forget about Harry." She hated lying to Jenna, but she was slowly beginning to devise a plan that might bring Harry back. Or at least make him jealous as hell.

Later that night as she listened to Jenna snore, Ginny thought. Hard. If she found someone else to go out with, and appeared happy and carefree, that might just make Harry jealous enough to want her back.

If she could only find someone Harry hated enough, that would make it a hell of a lot easier. Than a horrible idea came to her mind. Rather, it came barging into her brain, no matter how much she tried to beat it back. Malfoy?

No, it was too sick, too twisted. Besides, Malfoy was a lady's man; there was no way he would ever want to go out with her. He hated her, as she hated him. But he also hated Harry, and he just might hate Harry enough to do this.

Besides, as guys to date went, Malfoy wasn't too bad-looking.