I decided to write this chap from Draco's point of view, just for variety.
Will usually be written in omniscient-great word that- third person, but
that would have made for a really really long chappie! So here is a sneaky
peek into the mind of Draco! Got the soap ready?
Draco closed his eyes for a minute and tried to ignore Crabbe and Goyle. Thank Merlin that idiot Pansy wasn't here. She was good for a quick shag, as long as you didn't have to look at her face, Draco snickered to himself. But she was so damn clingy. Merlin, but he was bored. He opened his eyes with a snap and stood up. "Come on Crabbe, Goyle. I'm bored, let's go find the Dream Team." Malfoy rolled his eyes as the louts slowly obeyed the command. Useful, but stupid. Very stupid.
He slid the door to his compartment open and stepped out with out looking back o make sure they followed. No one would be stupid enough to fool with a Malfoy's possessions, and if they were, there were a few nasty surprises waiting for them. Malfoy laughed quietly to himself. Contrary to popular belief, he worked for his marks and knew very well what he was doing. Crabbe and Goyle plodded along behind him as he strode down the corridor, robes flaring a little from his long strides.
Wait a minute, who's that? Very acceptable body as far as he could tell under the school robes, lovely red hair, wait a minute, red hair? He got closer and examined the girl, who for some reason had her eyes closed and a wicked little smile on her face, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. What had happened to her over the hols? He gestured to Crabbe and Goyle to be quiet, impossible as that may be for them, they'd better try damn hard. Ginny Weasley had changed a lot since he'd last looked. She'd grown up into quite a nice looking girl. Mmm, great tits, beautiful face, full lips. Wonder what her ass and legs look like?
"You're taking up a lot of room, Weasel." He sneered. Better not let his image drop, no matter how much he wanted to shag the little gryff. The cool smile remained on her face as she opened her eyes. Why hadn't he noticed her eyes before? All brown and cinnamon-y looking. . . Wonder if she tasted as sweet as she looked? Remember patented 'Malfoy dealing with Weasley' sneer. Remember the f***ing sneer!
"Are you so inbred that you have memory loss problems?" She said coolly. Good call, almost as good as some of his. Worthy of a Slytherin. His respect for this Weasely rose several notches. "That could be possible, 'cause you are a Malfoy." Her tone turned faintly mocking. "Things could be worse though. You could be a Crabbe or Goyle. Now in them, the inbreeding expresses itself in a visible form." All said with that faint grin. He had to have her. Who cared that she was a Weasley, she stood up to him. And she looked like a young supermodel to boot. An added bonus after Pansy. Her eyes slid down his form, then back up to his face. Glad for mandatory heavy concealing robes right now. "Surprised I grew a backbone, Malfoy?"
"Slightly. Does Potter let you have one?" His mouth creased up in a smirk. She was annoyed with Potter? Another avenue of connection.
"Potter? Dear Merlin, he has nothing to do with it, the brain dead twit." Ginny snorted inelegantly. Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, so? I am intrigued." And he was. What had gotten into her? Even Snape didn't trade insults with him, and Potter just wasn't that imaginative, or much of a challenge. He could keep up his image, indulge his intelligence and have fun, all at the same time!
"My personal life is none of your business Malfoy." She gave him a long, cool stare. A spark of interest there? He wished! She was a Weasley, and he was a Malfoy. No chance. But it'd be fun trying. "Fugging bad all round. Stupid brain dead twit. Not you, Harry." She half smiled. She crossed her arms as she waited for his response.
"And the meaning of the smile?" What an adorable smile she had. He'd never noticed before.
"Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have some one after you that you don't want, used to like, and now regard as family? Any idea how darn right icky that all is?" She gave a theatrical shudder. Malfoy's mouth quirked. Smiling is a no, no matter how cute said girl is. Malfoys always looked superior, or coolly sardonic. F*** it. "Ha, I win Malfoy! I made you smile!" Ginny collapsed into giggles then fell backwards, robes flaring upwards, as the door behind her opened. She did have good legs, he noticed appreciatively and sucked in his breath a little. "JESUS H. ROOSEVELT CHRIST! Go f*** a snake!" What an interesting development! She had a mouth on her. This was going to be more fun then he had ever imagined. She stood up angrily, brushing her red hair out of her eyes. "Who the F*** was that! Ron, I'm going to tear you into pieces!" He didn't think he ever wanted her this angry at him, ever. But it was fun watching her blast the Dream Team. Merlin, the expressions on their faces, especially the mudblood, was too amusing. Ron took a step backwards into Harry. "Forget it, no, I don't wanna know. See yas. Acacio bag." After catching her small handbag as it flew out of the compartment, hitting Ron's head on the way, Ginny strode off down the corridor, muttering swears under her breath.
"Well, that was an interesting outburst, wasn't it?" He said, patented Malfoy smirk on his face.
"What have you done to her Malfoy?!" Weasel shouted, hand brushing red hair out of his red face. He was all gryff.
"What have you done Malfoy?" Potter said, drawing his wand.
"Parrot today, are we Potter? Pity you didn't repeat some of Ginny's," And he let the word roll suggestively in his mouth, "Ginny's words. Come, Crabbe, Goyle." He turned on his heel and started to stalk after Ginny. Then he looked back. "How's the mudblood, Weasel? Might check her out in a year or two, if she hasn't got a kid hanging off her." Leaving the Dream Team spluttering in indignation behind him, he left. They walked through out of sight, then he turned to the stupid twins. "Right, you two, f*** off."
"But Malfoy. . ." Crabbe tried to get out an objection.
"You want to talk back to me, Crabbe? Don't f*** with me. Go." He watched grimly as they went back to the compartment with their stuff in it. And now for Ginny. He went down the shaking train carriage, looking for her. You'd think they'd get the bugs out of the spells for the train, wouldn't you? No, traditional all the way. F***ing typical. Ah here. He slid open the door and leaned on the frame. She was laughing? Not petrified in shame? She should have been a Slytherin. Her spasms started to calm down as she saw him. What a shame. What was the name of that muggle movie again? 'Silence of the lambs'. Lecter should have been a Slytherin. "Hello, Virginia."
Squuuueeeeeeeee! Cursing ferret! I love Draco, he's so hot and, and stuff! And Ginny with a backbone is much more fun then silly Ginny 'I love Harry Potter and I have no spine' Weasley. Doesn't she know some lovely cuss words? If you want more inventive cursing, go to my original story 'Outcasts: An Elven mistake with life'. She Of The Sorrowing Heart does very inventive cursing. Aw heck, just go read all my stories. Pretty, pretty please? *puppy face* *quivers lips* And den, review! Annndddd dddeeennn? No and den! Annnnnnddddd ddeeeeennnnn? No and den! Hehhehe. Random movie quote! Person who can name that movie gets a pin-up of Draco! PS Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ as a curse came from an American I know. Ginny's been watching muggle movies, okey doke? You've all got it?
Draco closed his eyes for a minute and tried to ignore Crabbe and Goyle. Thank Merlin that idiot Pansy wasn't here. She was good for a quick shag, as long as you didn't have to look at her face, Draco snickered to himself. But she was so damn clingy. Merlin, but he was bored. He opened his eyes with a snap and stood up. "Come on Crabbe, Goyle. I'm bored, let's go find the Dream Team." Malfoy rolled his eyes as the louts slowly obeyed the command. Useful, but stupid. Very stupid.
He slid the door to his compartment open and stepped out with out looking back o make sure they followed. No one would be stupid enough to fool with a Malfoy's possessions, and if they were, there were a few nasty surprises waiting for them. Malfoy laughed quietly to himself. Contrary to popular belief, he worked for his marks and knew very well what he was doing. Crabbe and Goyle plodded along behind him as he strode down the corridor, robes flaring a little from his long strides.
Wait a minute, who's that? Very acceptable body as far as he could tell under the school robes, lovely red hair, wait a minute, red hair? He got closer and examined the girl, who for some reason had her eyes closed and a wicked little smile on her face, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. What had happened to her over the hols? He gestured to Crabbe and Goyle to be quiet, impossible as that may be for them, they'd better try damn hard. Ginny Weasley had changed a lot since he'd last looked. She'd grown up into quite a nice looking girl. Mmm, great tits, beautiful face, full lips. Wonder what her ass and legs look like?
"You're taking up a lot of room, Weasel." He sneered. Better not let his image drop, no matter how much he wanted to shag the little gryff. The cool smile remained on her face as she opened her eyes. Why hadn't he noticed her eyes before? All brown and cinnamon-y looking. . . Wonder if she tasted as sweet as she looked? Remember patented 'Malfoy dealing with Weasley' sneer. Remember the f***ing sneer!
"Are you so inbred that you have memory loss problems?" She said coolly. Good call, almost as good as some of his. Worthy of a Slytherin. His respect for this Weasely rose several notches. "That could be possible, 'cause you are a Malfoy." Her tone turned faintly mocking. "Things could be worse though. You could be a Crabbe or Goyle. Now in them, the inbreeding expresses itself in a visible form." All said with that faint grin. He had to have her. Who cared that she was a Weasley, she stood up to him. And she looked like a young supermodel to boot. An added bonus after Pansy. Her eyes slid down his form, then back up to his face. Glad for mandatory heavy concealing robes right now. "Surprised I grew a backbone, Malfoy?"
"Slightly. Does Potter let you have one?" His mouth creased up in a smirk. She was annoyed with Potter? Another avenue of connection.
"Potter? Dear Merlin, he has nothing to do with it, the brain dead twit." Ginny snorted inelegantly. Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, so? I am intrigued." And he was. What had gotten into her? Even Snape didn't trade insults with him, and Potter just wasn't that imaginative, or much of a challenge. He could keep up his image, indulge his intelligence and have fun, all at the same time!
"My personal life is none of your business Malfoy." She gave him a long, cool stare. A spark of interest there? He wished! She was a Weasley, and he was a Malfoy. No chance. But it'd be fun trying. "Fugging bad all round. Stupid brain dead twit. Not you, Harry." She half smiled. She crossed her arms as she waited for his response.
"And the meaning of the smile?" What an adorable smile she had. He'd never noticed before.
"Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have some one after you that you don't want, used to like, and now regard as family? Any idea how darn right icky that all is?" She gave a theatrical shudder. Malfoy's mouth quirked. Smiling is a no, no matter how cute said girl is. Malfoys always looked superior, or coolly sardonic. F*** it. "Ha, I win Malfoy! I made you smile!" Ginny collapsed into giggles then fell backwards, robes flaring upwards, as the door behind her opened. She did have good legs, he noticed appreciatively and sucked in his breath a little. "JESUS H. ROOSEVELT CHRIST! Go f*** a snake!" What an interesting development! She had a mouth on her. This was going to be more fun then he had ever imagined. She stood up angrily, brushing her red hair out of her eyes. "Who the F*** was that! Ron, I'm going to tear you into pieces!" He didn't think he ever wanted her this angry at him, ever. But it was fun watching her blast the Dream Team. Merlin, the expressions on their faces, especially the mudblood, was too amusing. Ron took a step backwards into Harry. "Forget it, no, I don't wanna know. See yas. Acacio bag." After catching her small handbag as it flew out of the compartment, hitting Ron's head on the way, Ginny strode off down the corridor, muttering swears under her breath.
"Well, that was an interesting outburst, wasn't it?" He said, patented Malfoy smirk on his face.
"What have you done to her Malfoy?!" Weasel shouted, hand brushing red hair out of his red face. He was all gryff.
"What have you done Malfoy?" Potter said, drawing his wand.
"Parrot today, are we Potter? Pity you didn't repeat some of Ginny's," And he let the word roll suggestively in his mouth, "Ginny's words. Come, Crabbe, Goyle." He turned on his heel and started to stalk after Ginny. Then he looked back. "How's the mudblood, Weasel? Might check her out in a year or two, if she hasn't got a kid hanging off her." Leaving the Dream Team spluttering in indignation behind him, he left. They walked through out of sight, then he turned to the stupid twins. "Right, you two, f*** off."
"But Malfoy. . ." Crabbe tried to get out an objection.
"You want to talk back to me, Crabbe? Don't f*** with me. Go." He watched grimly as they went back to the compartment with their stuff in it. And now for Ginny. He went down the shaking train carriage, looking for her. You'd think they'd get the bugs out of the spells for the train, wouldn't you? No, traditional all the way. F***ing typical. Ah here. He slid open the door and leaned on the frame. She was laughing? Not petrified in shame? She should have been a Slytherin. Her spasms started to calm down as she saw him. What a shame. What was the name of that muggle movie again? 'Silence of the lambs'. Lecter should have been a Slytherin. "Hello, Virginia."
Squuuueeeeeeeee! Cursing ferret! I love Draco, he's so hot and, and stuff! And Ginny with a backbone is much more fun then silly Ginny 'I love Harry Potter and I have no spine' Weasley. Doesn't she know some lovely cuss words? If you want more inventive cursing, go to my original story 'Outcasts: An Elven mistake with life'. She Of The Sorrowing Heart does very inventive cursing. Aw heck, just go read all my stories. Pretty, pretty please? *puppy face* *quivers lips* And den, review! Annndddd dddeeennn? No and den! Annnnnnddddd ddeeeeennnnn? No and den! Hehhehe. Random movie quote! Person who can name that movie gets a pin-up of Draco! PS Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ as a curse came from an American I know. Ginny's been watching muggle movies, okey doke? You've all got it?