Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the places stated in this fiction!
Author's Notes: Yay! I've finally updated with much naggings from my friend, Junella! Anyone missed me? Grins -silence in room- alriight. Well in this chapter, it has already been a few days since the 'kissing' incident. Thanks for all the reviews I've received so far! Trying my best to make this a much nicer fiction to read! (Though exams have already killed my brain cells and I've been having writer's block for like 3 months.)
Big Notes: This is just my first draft and I plan to edit this chapter in due time! This is just to satisfy the curiosity of certain readers. I feel that I have spent too long trying to put this chapter up so I thought I'd just let my most earnest readers get the first glimpse of it before I do further editing. (I am one fickle person.)
Little Notes: Words in italics are Draco's thoughts and things he might be thinking about as others speak.
Chapter 4: Bitter Beginnings
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Draco's POV
Time: 1am.
Location: Slytherin Bedroom
Curses to date: 1million
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The moonlight shone through the parting in the curtains, illuminating a figure on the velvet green bed. It was silent. Everything seemed still but his once-in-a-while blinking eyes.
One…two…three…four…
Around him lay withered red petals of flowers, all scattered over the bed, floor, tables…
He hates me…he hates me not…he hates me…
A small frown touched his lips as he clutched the crumpled sheets to his chest. A gust of wind entered, blowing the lonely petals into a whirling breeze. His eyes fluttered for a moment and his thin lips twitched, mumbling softly to himself, "Bloody Gryffindor..." and then sleep took over him...
The sunlight came in rays through the parting of the thick curtains. Grunting, Draco slowly dragged himself out of his bed and got dressed. The moment he entered the Common Room, he saw his usual gang waiting for him. Immediately, Crabbe and Goyle stood up. They stood beside him and gave light punches on Draco's shoulder. Grunting, Draco sneered, "Watch the creases." And he gave a swift flick on the area they had touched him. Retreating slowly, Crabbe and Goyle followed behind Draco silently into the hallway.
The moment he took a step out of the Common Room, he heard loud thundering footsteps behind him. Before he realized it, he felt a tight grip on his right arm. 'Am I not spared from this daily routine?' Draco groaned inwardly. Slowly tilting his head, he saw a grinning Pansy. His so-called 'girlfriend' since his incident with that feathered crazed chicken (Buckbeak) in his third year. As though a sudden revelation hit him, he stared at Pansy in wonder, blinking like an idiot.
'How could I ever be attracted to a girl like Pansy? Sure she's easy to satisfy. But she has not an ounce of feminism in her very body. No grace, not a hint of common sense…' Draco shivered as he let his mind list down all the bad points.
So unlike someone I know. Someone with the most brilliant emerald green eyes I've ever seen. One look into his soulful eyes could drown anyone. His beautifully carved lips, red as the freshest roses… Harry Potter…
"Draco? Why are you staring at me so with that lopsided grin of yours?" It was as though he was being brutally dragged back to the real world, his dreams fading and shattering faster than anyone could say 'Quidditch'.
'Ah, Pansy's shrill voice. The savior of my sanity.' Draco thought silently and shook his head. "Nothing much. I was just admiring how beautiful you look this morning, Pansy."
Flashing her his ever so charming smile, he walked down the hallway hurriedly, feeling guilty for being such a liar. Liar. This word struck him immediately. It was what Harry had called him on that very night. Liar, liar! It was just a prank wasn't it? These words echoed at the back of his mind, eating him up slowly. He was feeling horrible. Even more so when he realized Harry was avoiding him at all costs. Harry. Slowly, he closed his eyes, forming delicate half-moon lines, accentuating his sharp features.
BANG! Someone had knocked into him. The two figures tumbled above each other, forming an awkward form. Somewhat like a tough game of Twister. "Idiot! Why don't you watch your bloody steps? You insolent fool!" Draco growled menacingly, roughly pushing away the body on top of him.
"What?! You watch your steps! It's a damned turn for God's sake!" At once, both bodies stiffened like ice. Faster than lightning, both figures pushed each other roughly, struggling to get up. Harry Potter, speak of the devil. There was a bitter smile on Draco's porcelain face.
"Watch your tongue, Potter." Pansy hissed like a wildcat at Harry.
"Back off, Parkinson." Hermione retorted, taking a step forward.
"Why if it isn't Little Miss Know-it-all. Read the advertisement in the Daily Prophet recently? They have a special offer for people in need of shrinking their huge Beaver teeth." Pansy laughed. Snorted, more like it. Hermione's face turned beet red and as she opened her mouth again to reply, Ron intervened.
"Well, at least she has brains. Unlike some Slytherins here, I truly wonder if they do read the Daily Prophet at all, much less their textbooks." Ron sneered, his intense gaze fixed on Pansy, before shifting to the boy on the floor. "What's wrong Malfoy? Cat got your tongue?"
A queasy feeling in his stomach as everyone turned their eyes on him, waiting for his next move. He examined the scene in front of him, assessing every bit of their body language. Crabbe and Goyle, clenching their fists, unable to construct sentences good enough to fire back at the Gryffindors. Pansy, her hand tugging at his robe, eyes pleading for him to avenge her. The Golden couple, Weasley and Granger, standing side by side, glaring at him.
And then… there's Potter. His eyes looking straight into his, piercing right through his soul, it was though he was searching for all the little secrets hidden within him. "Let's go." Draco mumbled, turning around sharply, leaving behind a dumb-founded Weasley.
Right there, right at that moment , he felt his heart breaking into little pieces. Harry's cold stare had weakened his whole body, and if not for his robes, everyone would have noticed that his knees were trembling. His heart felt like it was constricted by many strings like a puppet, and Harry was the puppeteer. One look at him and it was as though his fingers had tugged at the strings, squeezing his heart painfully. Why? What is this power, this charm that he has worked over him? Why of all people, Saint Harry? Why had he noticed only now? What now? Snap out of it! It should be NEVER! Never…ever…
It was just the start of his bitter beginnings…
A/N: How was it? Review!
GoddesMoonLady: Thanks for the review! Okay, I'll keep a note on that Not very used to the time transition yet but shall try!
PrOnGs Da GrEaT: Hehe, thanks! Not everyone likes slash pairing such as this /
Hpfansunite: Shall take note of Draco! Thanks and don't worry, he won't get so wimpy until he becomes a pushover. Just a little feminine, that's all. Heh.