Not According to Plan
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Characters aren't, never were, and never will be mine.
Author's Note: There is typo in the last chapter. Adrienne says two weeks but it is supposed to say one month. Sorry about that. Once again, thanks to all of those wonderful people known as reviewers.
Chapter 4
"Last call for Platform 13." The loudspeaker boomed. That was my platform, my train and yet I wasn't on it. I could not get my feet to budge. I just stood there in the middle of the station watching the other passengers board the train. I couldn't move, I did not want to move. I could not see Draco, not after what happened last night at the dance. It wasn't just that I was embarrassed at having been dancing with Draco. It was even more embarrassing that I had been enjoying myself more than I had in a really, really long time. I was enjoying myself with Draco Malfoy of all people. But in my defense, I did not know that he was him. Did that make any sense at all? I didn't think so.
My feet didn't stay budged very long. One second I'm dreading Draco and the next someone is laying on top of me in the middle of the train station.
"What the hell?" I said, my body pressed to the cold stone floor. "Get off of me."
"Sorry," the guy said.
I recognized that voice. It took me a second to place since I could not see his face (he was still on top of me) "No, not you," I said my voice full of fear of what I would see when I stood up.
Merlin, I was right. Draco Malfoy had run into me, trying to catch the train. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me swiftly to my feet. "What train are you going on?" he asked, out of breath.
I didn't answer, completely forgetting about last night and the Crush of the Month thing. Draco Malfoy had helped me to my feet. Weird.
"Come with me," he said, still latched onto my wrist. I barely had time to grab my suitcase before the two of us went running towards the train.
"Cutting it close," the train conductor said.
The train started moving not thirty seconds after we got on. Draco was still attached to my hand. What was with him holding my hand? If he did it any longer, people would start thinking that we were going out. Eww.
"Malfoy, let go." I ordered. Draco looked confused for a second and then looked at his hand. He turned a red I had never seen he go, and he muttered, "sorry."
He led the way down the train car before after what seemed like an eternity, deciding on an empty compartment surrounded by all empty compartments.
"You were going to ride this train right?" Draco asked. It must have suddenly dawned on him that he dragged me on the train without awaiting my response. I nodded and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Listen, Weasley," Draco started, his usual demeanor coming back. "About the dance-"
"-it never happened." I answered, a little quickly.
Draco however, looked relieved, like we had both been thinking the exact same thing. "Well, good, I just didn't want you to get any ideas-"
"What ideas?" I snapped, ready to nip Draco's ego in the butt.
Draco now looked extremely embarrassed. "I just, it's just that, well you know..."
"If I knew, I wouldn't have asked," I teased. Embarrassing Draco was fun. A lot of fun.
"I just didn't want people to think that, you know, we liked each other." He finally said, nearly choking on his words.
"Oh they will," I muttered, figuring that I had to get this over with eventually.
"And why would they think that?" Draco asked, worried. "You didn't like brag to your little friends about dancing with me, did you?"
"Malfoy, believe me, what happened at the dance is only coming out of me with a very large dose of veritaserum. A very large dose. I don't think that I would even reveal something like this on my deathbed, let alone, go tell all my friends that I touched hands with the slimiest prat in the entire wizarding world."
"Oh yes, because it would just be awful if your friends knew that you were dancing with a handsome, talented, successful, millionaire wizard, wouldn't it? Not like they'd believe you even if you did tell the truth. Like I, the richest bachelor in the wizarding world, acquaint myself with someone like a Weasley." Draco snapped.
"A little stuck on yourself, aren't you?" I snapped. Draco just annoyed me so much.
"What in Merlin's name did you mean by that comment?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"What comment?" I asked, honestly forgetting.
"The one about how people will assume that we like each other even though you and I would never tell anyone about 'us'."
"Oh, that one."
Draco stared at me with a look of consternation. But just as I expected, it slowly dawned on him. "No," he said with a look that was a mixture of shock and horror. It was quite repulsive actually. "No freaking way. You...no...this is such a...I don't believe...this isn't going to fly...make a call...no freaking way...nightmare...Weasley...bad....very bad..."
"Glad to see seven years of schooling helped you in your quest to form coherent sentences." I told him. "You're improving but I think there was a drunk at the train station bar that was doing a better job at it than you."
"Ha, ha" Draco said, not the least bit amused. "What are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"I know! I'll pay you!"
"What are you talking about?" I demanded to know. "And how will that help our situation? You know, I think Crabbe's stupidity is beginning to rub off on you."
"Crabbe is an idiot but that's beside the point." He said, plopping himself down on the bench seat. "Listen I have a proposition to make. I will pay you to quit your job at Teen Witch."
"WHAT?" I choked, still pacing around the cabin.
"I'll pay you to quit. Then we don't have to deal with each other." He explained as if this was just common knowledge.
"I can't just quit my job! How am I going to explain that to everyone? 'Uh, I'm just going to quit my job with no other plans and sit at home'. And how will I explain the large sum of money I have magically acquired?" I asked him.
"Who said anything about a large sum of money?" He snickered. "You can find another job. You know what? I'll find you another job. I have some friends that owe me favors."
"Malfoy, I do not want a job that you get me. I can just see the job you'll get me now. I'll be working on commission at a hot chocolate stand in the middle of the Sahara Desert." I hissed.
Draco smiled. "Nice idea. I like the way you think."
"Grow up."
"I am being an adult about this. I will buy you out of your job. Name your price."
Some of Malfoy's evilness rubbed off on me. I smiled and said. "Five million galleons, no less."
Malfoy nearly fell off the bench. "Five...million...GALLEONS?" He squawked, staring at me with the biggest eyes I have ever seen.
"Hit you where it hurt, did I?" I teased and pushed his lower jaw up to meet his upper jaw.
"Are you serious?" He asked, his voice a hell of a lot higher than normal.
"Take it or leave it." I told him.
"Say hello to your new crush," he said with a large sigh.
Damn. I really hoped that he would take the offer. For that much, I was willing to admit that I had been paid not to work.
'Let's get this started then," I said, after we both stopped pacing and were seating, me staring at the compartment door and Draco out the window.
"Fine. As if I have a choice in the matter." He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Okay, what's your name?" I asked, taking out a quill and paper.
"You have a crush on me and yet you don't know my name?"
"Fine. Be a smart-ass. I am just following protocol, but we'll see who has the last laugh when this article comes out and you look like a fool."
"You make me sound like an arse and my representative and lawyers will be down your throat."
"Draco, I don't need to make you sound like arse, you do that on your own."
"Funny, yet I'm not laughing."
"Let's just drop it and get this living nightmare over with."
"I don't think that nightmare comment was "dropping it""
"Malfoy..."
"Whatever."
"What is your name?"
"Not this again!"
"Malfoy! Merlin, would you just cooperate?"
"Draco Malfoy."
"What?"
"I was stating my name!"
"Oh, that's right. Sorry, I forgot."
"Next question," He grumbled.
"Age?"
"You know these answers!"
"Please, Malfoy?"
"Fine. Twenty four."
"Schooling?"
"I attended Hogwarts and was a Slytherin. I graduated second out of the Slytherin class that year."
"Family?"
"My father is Lucius Malfoy and my mother is Narcissa Black Malfoy."
"No siblings?"
"Thank, Merlin."
"What position do you play for England?"
"Seeker."
"Were you on the school quidditch team?"
"I was seeker for Slytherin House from my second year up."
"Is it true that Harry Potter beat you in many matches?"
"Is this really necessary?"
"Just want to show who the better player is."
"What, you still have a thing for your ex?"
"How did you know that I dated Harry?"
"I read the newspaper, Weasley. I think it was an American actress that he left you for? Or was it that Irish chaser? No, I think he was dating her while you were still with him. He left you for the actress but cheated with the chaser. That's it."
"You don't know what you are talking about. Not that it's any of your business, but Harry and I broke up mutually. He didn't date anyone else for like a year or so."
"Of course you broke up mutually. It has to be mutual. One person in the relationship can't say that it is over, and the other say it isn't."
"Harry did not dump me for an Irish actress!" I yelled, getting really pissed. And embarrassed. Merlin, I hated Draco.
"Of course not. She was an American actress. The chaser was Irish."
"You know what? Just get out of my sight!" I hissed, and stormed out of the compartment. I didn't have to take that from Malfoy of all people. I knew all those tabloid stories were lies and I think Draco knew it too. He just wanted to upset me. Harry may have been a jerk and not loved me back, but he would have never ever hurt me like that. He is just not that kind of person. Even if he was, he would not have been stupid enough to cheat on me. Believe me, he would have had to answer to the six most protective brothers in the world. And I would not want to be the one against, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron. I know that even Ron would have hexed him, and they are best friends. That's how protective my brothers are.
I found an empty compartment a few down from where I left the scum of a person known as Draco. I looked at the notes I took and started to outline a section of the article. I probably shouldn't have done that when I was mad because it came off looking like I hate the guy (which I did) rather than having a major crush on him. Oh well, I'd fix it later. Here, read:
Vital Facts on England's Newest Addition to the Team
Twenty-four year old Londoner Draco Malfoy, was recently signed to play for the England quidditch team. This quidditch nobody went from second reserve seeker for Puddlemere United to seeker for the country after both the first , second, AND third choices were unable to fill the postion. (First choice, Skyler Tierney signed with Ireland as to be on the same team as her husband of two years Daniel Tierney. Second choice, Christopher Renaldo is still recovering at St. Mungo's after an attack on his broomstick during the August 13th game of Bolton Flyers v Paris Angels. A not-so-angelic French fanatic attacked the Flyer, causing the broom to hurl into the ground from a height of four hundred feet. Renaldo is in critical condition. For more on this story, see Alicia Spinnet's coverage in the sports section of Teen Witch. Third choice, Rachel Cameron turned down the offer for unspecified reasons, but it is rumoured (from a VERY reliable source) that Cameron turned down the offer because of conflicts with the team's chaser, Christy Hawthorne.)
So that leaves us with fourth (and last) choice, Draco Malfoy. Let's not judge the pale seeker yet, here's a bit of his story...
Family?
Draco Malfoy recently celebrated his twenty fourth birthday with family and friends (the few that he has) at a restaurant in Hogsmeade. His parents, Lucius (Yes, the accused Death Eater) and Narcissa Black (Yes, the sister to convicted murderer, Bellatrix Lestrange) Malfoy are his only close family. His father is an only child, so no family on that side. In addition to her sister Bellatrix, Narcissa has an older sister Andromeda Tonks, but is not on speaking terms with her. (Andromeda married a muggle, Ted Tonks). Draco's only cousin, Nymphadora Tonks, an auror, was not in attendance at the party, both Tonks and Malfoy claim to have nothing to do with one another. (Nymphadora, in addition to being half muggle, was one of the very aurors who accused Lucius Malfoy of Voldemort Loyalty) So the snobby seeker remains friends with only those pureblooded and evil. Coincidence? I think not...
Schooling?
Draco did attend the world's finest wizarding school, Hogwarts. However, he was a member of the not-so-fine Slytherin House. Draco graduated second in the Slytherin House. (First was England's own chaser, Blaise Zambini). Draco failed to place in the top ten percent of his class overall. (Hermione Granger (Gryffindor) placed first, Blaise Zambini second, and Hannah Abbott (Hufflepuff), third) Only one Slytherin placed in the top ten percent of the graduating class? Not looking so smart there now are we, Slytherins...
Qudditch?
Before becoming second reserve for Puddlemere United, Draco was Slytherin House Seeker from his second year on up. He was not however, one of the better players. Rumoured to have bought his way into team by purchasing team broomsticks, Draco was outplayed by other House seekers. (Mainly, the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter but there was also some defeats made by Ravenclaw (Now fashion model) Cho Chang and the late Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory) Potter was forever stealing the snitch right from under Malfoy's nose. Maybe someone needs some glasses...
So now I bet you're wondering why in the world he is my crush. Well, he does have pretty nice hair...
Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading! Also, you probably noticed that I changed my pen name; it's still me, I just felt like I needed a new one. Please, please review!
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Preppy in Pink