Disclaimer: So sorry I forgot this last time. :cringes: Please don't sue. Lol. Not that I actually have money. I mean a hair pin might do. But besides that… Oh yes where was I. I disclaim. All of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Even Draco :sobs:
Don't know why I bothered to update this, since only ONE person reviewed. Lol jk, please read it and please please please review, I need the advise.
A/N Wow I wrote this in the same day. Just decided not to update yet. Lol so evil aren't I. This really doesn't have much of a plot, does it, but I DO have a good idea for a story. Dun dun dun: run for your lives: lol. Here's the blonde's point of view. Still as short as ever. Maybe it's a little bigger, hopefully.
Part 2 – Draco's POV
Ha. Ginny. Ginevra. "My Darling." You never believed I could betray you, did you? It all started one day with my father.
"I want you to seduce the youngest Weasley."
"Father dearest why would you want me to even touch filth like that?"
"Our Lord has requested it. So it must be done. Amuse yourself."
Oh, he definitely had amused himself. Whispered promises into her ear, even though just kissing her had made him want to gag. Not that Malfoys ever did. He had pretended to show her a softer side of himself, and he was a grand actor. He had lied to her and watched her open face, seeing that she was beginning to trust him. She was forgetting the wisest proverb. Never trust a Malfoy. Ever. But she had, and he knew that it would kill her.
Not that he minded killing her. Just the bother of having to set everything up. It had been quite easy though, since he saw all the emotion right in her face. Which disgusted him the most. Her openness. Her honesty. Her trust.
Now he was the lord. She had died an easy death, and having made Potter off guard, he was easily defeated by Voldemort. Not that Voldemort would have had trouble otherwise, but it was just easier that way. And the Malfoy's had gotten wealth that was not even fit for tales.
He spent every night at a ball, and all the girls fanned over him. They all knew that he would never even show them a smidgen of his real self, but even being with him for a one night stand was propelling enough. Weasley's death had just made things easier for him.
The point especially amusing was the family. The Weasleys. The litter. Potter's sidekick had come to him one day, asking him why. Why? Because of what he was now. Because he was who he was. But all he did was laugh, and he knew that the laugh would twist the sidekick's soul.
It did. He looked around, as if waking up for the first time in many years. What had happened to him? Oh yes, he had thrown himself out of the window. How ironic. And then Percy. Now that was a shame. He had gone over to the death eaters. But the funny part was, Voldemort hadn't even accepted him. Just another act. Another act in their lives. An infinite play.
And now he sat, thinking such thoughts, and his beautiful new girl sat next to him, fawning over him, promising him everything. He wasn't interested, but enjoyed the treatment he was getting. The treatment of a king. His father had been right all along. Great things would come out of Draco Malfoy.