What is Love?
AN: This chapter will be written out of Draco's view. It start's with Draco at his manor before Ginny...etc. Thanks for the reviews! And I especially thank my beta readers, because they help soo much! R/R! Enjoy! Oh, and if you have a problem watching sex scenes in movies, you might want to skip the little part at the end. (lol) Warning: There is Draco action! R/R!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters...just the plot!
Summary: After Charlie's wedding, Ginny Weasley, 15 years old, is going crazy, desperate for answers. What is love? She had never been kissed, and only had a couple of boyfriends. So how will she know when she finds the one?
Chapter 2: The Talk
"Come, Draco! We MUST prepare to leave!"
"Uh, Father?" Draco said from the shadows of the hallway. "May I talk to you about something?" The boy was strong in nature, but meek and frightened around his father. With matching silver blonde hair and manly figures, the two were a perfect father/son couple.
"Does it have to be now, Draco? We have to—."
"Yes." He cut his father off. This was important. "It...it's about school." That wasn't completely a lie. It was about someone in school.
"Well?" Lucius said while tapping his foot. He was growing impatient.
"Err...in school, there's a girl named Pansy." He took a deep breath, talking to his father was hard. "Pansy Parkinson. She's bloody gorgeous, and –."
"I'll tell you what..." Lucius had become uneasy speaking of women. "We can talk more of this at Diagon Alley. I'll even buy that new Firebolt for you."
"You mean the Firebolt Three-Sixty?
"That's the one."
"B...but...No. I don't think so. N-no...no thank you, Father."
"What's this?" Narcissa Malfoy had come in. "You reject a gift? What the hell is wrong with you? He's getting dumber and dumber by the minute, Lucius." The father nodded in agreement. "Are our gifts to you not expensive enough? Your father slaves at his job, and you complain about your gifts?"
"No, Mum." Draco said as he sat in the chair closest to the fire. "It's just that...nobody in school likes me."
"So?" Narcissa said chomping on cashews. "Buy their love. That's what your father did. Loads of man proposed to me, but your father had the largest stone." She said flashing her engagement and wedding rings.
Draco responded by apparating out of the manor. His father followed suit after kissing his wife good bye.
Knockturn Alley
They both apparated right in front of Borgin and Borkes, causing Draco to roll his eyes. "This store again?"
"Hold your tongue, boy." The father replied angrily. "I'm the one with the money, remember?"
"I thought you were going to use that money to buy me a gift." Draco said under his breath, but his father heard him.
"Well, I am planning to purchase for you that broom. Of course, if those grades of yours don't pick up—."
"Oh, don't start that again!"
"Well, if you don't..." They began to argue endlessly until the owner of the store, Mr. Borgin, spoke up.
Clearing his throat, he said, "Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure."
"Delighted I'm sure," Mr. Malfoy said in response and began to take care of his business.
After that, the two went into Diagon Alley to purchase new dress robes, his broom, and some food.
Lucious had disappeared somewhere, so Draco was forced to go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions by himself. He hated shopping alone.
"You know the drill, Mr. Malfoy." Madam Malkin said pleasantly. "On the stool." As she took his measurements, she ran through her normal list of questions. "Dress or regular robes?"
"Dress." Draco replied.
"Mhmm...and do you want cotton, silk, wool, chince, cashmere, reon, or satin?"
"Cashmere and Satin...I want two."
"Mhmm...and do you want your house colors or no?" She sounded similar to a waitress.
"Metallic green with a silver lining, a dragon on the back, and my name under it for the satin, and icy blue with a silver trim and the Hogwarts crest on the left breast for the Cashmere."
Madam Malkin smiled at his taste. "Ok." His robes were ready within a half hour, so Draco set off to find his dad.
"Here's your bloody broom," Lucious said from behind him and began to set off again.
But then Draco said smirking, "Could you get me an ice cream too?"
While heading towards Blourish and Blotts with ice cream in hand, Draco heard the most beautiful singing. And as he got closer, the words became clearer.
"Some day my prince will come...Some day I'll find my love..."
He so desperately wanted to be that girl's prince. He wanted to hold her, and love her. No...he wanted to make love to her. He chuckled knowing what he was thinking. Draco started to sing along, only under his breath.
"...When the prince of my dreams comes to me...He'll whisper I love you...And steal a kiss or tw...Ouch!" Not watching where he was going, Draco ran head first into something and lost his ice cream. He had been humming with his eyes closed, following the music, and finally opened them to see who he ran into.
"Bloody hell", he thought to himself. "It's Ginny...Ginny had been singing!" "You better watch it, Ginny." "Did I just use her first name?"
"Maybe if you weren't singing so loud you would..."
"Oh don't start, Draco! You knew exactly where you were going. Why don't YOU watch it!?" Ginny said wiping off the ice cream.
"Did she just use my first name? Get a hold of yourself, Draco. This is a Weasel you're talking about." "You're right. With your fireball read hair, and Granger's bushy...mess, I shouldn't have missed you at all. And with that howling, you could've warded off werewolves."
Ginny and Hermione exchanged uneasy glances at this, and then Hermione said, "Oh shut it, Malfoy!"
"No Hermione, it's ok. Draco just doesn't know what it's like to be nice to anyone. All because when he was younger, he wasn't loved. No one in his family has ever sung him to sleep, or kissed him goodnight. In reality, Draco is just a spoiled, hormonally tested, evil pure blood obsessed, little unloved pompous bastard. And he suffers from it." With that said, she turned on her heel and left with Hermione following.
"She's right you know," Draco thought to himself. "Who cares?" Draco called after them, his voice cracking. His eyes were sparkling with tears that he wouldn't cry in front of Ginny. Ginny turned around. "I still have more money than you."
"Draco, your parents are so filthy rich, that they buy your love. Frankly, I'd rather be poor and loved than rich and hated...by all." Ginny left Draco with his eyes still shining.
"Come on Draco," Lucius Malfoy said to his son. "We're leaving...what's the matter with you?" He added seeing his son's face. "Fix your robes, you're embarrassing me."
When they returned to the manor, Draco ran straight to his bedroom and cried. Yes, Mr. Slytherin-Big-Shot cried. He cried about his 'friends', and family. That day, he just let it all out.
Now Draco Malfoy wasn't much of a writer, but when something really bothered him, he wrote about it in his journal. So today was somewhat of a confession for him.
I don't get it...blimey...I just don't know. Father has once again made me feel worthless. I tried to talk to him about Pansy today, but he shut me out. So, I guess I'll tell you. I like Pansy for a lot of reasons, but if I could name the top five reasons why I like her...they would be, she's fun (the pranks she pulled are always hilarious!), she's a virgin (that's always more fun in my book (wink)), and to be quite frank, she has some of the best "extras" I've ever seen. That's what I wanted to tell father about. I think it's time for my "talk". I'm changing! Now, don't laugh, but over the past year, I have gotten loads of pubic hair, I'm now itchy...a lot...my perfectly smooth skin has gotten blemishes (though not too many), and now I don't have to worry about telling a girl that I like her, because my bloody "friend of mine" does it for me. It is the absolute worse thing when Pansy walks by on the street, and when I go to say hello, "he" pops up and says it for me. (By the way, all she did was giggle and turn away.) The same thing happened at Diagon Alley today, only it was with the Weasley girl. I can't believe I became erect for a Weasley! But I don't like her! She simply agitates me! I must go. I hear father coming. Hogwarts is only two days away! --Draco
"Who is that?" Draco said following a red-headed girl who was heading for the prefects' bathroom. It was nearly three in the morning at the Hogwarts castle. Draco didn't know why he got up, or what he was doing. All he knew was that he must follow this girl with the most beautiful voice. He should've been afraid she would see him. She was only wearing a bathrobe. But he didn't care. He must follow her.
They finally made it to the bathroom after the girl said the password. Having been a prefect last year, the bathroom didn't surprise him. But if anyone else were to see it, they would've been astounded. Everything was made of white marble, and it was lit by a candle-filled chandelier. There was an empty swimming pool-sized tub sunk in the middle of the floor, and around a hundred golden taps stood all around the edges. There were long white curtains hanging at the windows, a painting of a mermaid, and fluffy towels in a corner.
Draco was snapped back into reality as the girl took off her robe. She had obviously gotten out of bed to take a bath, because she was standing there naked. After she had decided the temperature and the type of bubbles she wanted in the tub, she turned to Draco, smiling. He stood there open-mouthed, and had become erect.
He had no idea who she was; though she looked very familiar. Her face was indistinct, but Draco understood when she clearly beckoned him forward. She stood there smiling clearly undisturbed that she was standing in front of him naked. And as she slipped off Draco's robe, he realized he was naked as well. He smiled evilly as they both slid in the tub together. Holding her in his arms he noticed she had a scar on her left shoulder.
They made out in the tub for what seemed like an hour. Draco obviously wanted to do more, but there was something about her that made him stop. She looked at him confused, then growing impatient she moved so close to him, that he could feel her hard nipples on his chest. He was breathing heavily, not knowing what to do as she kissed his neck, shoulders, and chest, nibbling softly on one of his nipples. He let out a soft moan and then an even louder one as her hands worked their magic under the water. It was becoming harder and harder for him to turn her away, when everything slipped away.
Draco Malfoy woke up at 8:13 a.m. aroused with very, very wet sheets. "Shit," he said as he noticed where he was. It had only been a dream, and as he removed the sheets from his bed, knew it was a wet dream.
He was obviously not going to be able to fall asleep again after that, so he got dressed. Yesterday consisted mostly of packing and last minute shopping, and today was the first day of school. Draco fed his new owl a treat, and went downstairs for breakfast. Deciding on bacon and eggs because he didn't know what else to have, he called his house elf to do the work.
After breakfast, Draco went outside to ride on his broom. He didn't know whether he wanted to think about his dream or forget about it completely. He just couldn't get over how familiar she looked. All Draco could do was hope that she was Pansy. He wanted her to be Pansy, but her breasts had been too large to be Pansy's. So who's were they? And that scar...the most irregular one he'd ever seen. Draco decided on talking to his two best friends about it, Crabbe and Goyle.
10:30 had arrived at last, and Draco had to leave for the Hogwarts express. Once he said his good-byes to his parents, he began desperately looking for Crabbe and Goyle. Where could they be? Draco then got on the train and looked for them, but they were nowhere to be found. The train took off, and he was forced to find a compartment by himself. But after an hour into the trip, he started to look for them again, and to his disgust, found them in the same compartment as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna.
They had been joking around, and having loads of fun. But everything seemed to stop when Draco came in. "Crabbe, Goyle...I need to talk to you two."
Harry gave Malfoy a dirty look and said, "Does the big and bad Slytherin finally need his body guards back?"
"Please," Draco surprisingly pleaded. "It's important. Last night I had a dream..." But no one was listening. They were more concerned with what Ginny had to say. "...this girl, she was gorgeous and—"
"And now, see the scar that I have?" Ginny interrupted and smiled as everyone gasped at the large scar on her left shoulder.
"...Now that I think about it she had red hair..." Malfoy trailed off and stood open-mouthed (once again) not knowing what to do. That scar had looked familiar. So was Ginny's red hair. But that can't be...it just couldn't be. Ginny was the girl in his dream!
AN: Well, that was Chapter 2! I hope you liked it. Now review so I know you read it. Thanks for Reading!
xoxox Fredluvr489
AN: This chapter will be written out of Draco's view. It start's with Draco at his manor before Ginny...etc. Thanks for the reviews! And I especially thank my beta readers, because they help soo much! R/R! Enjoy! Oh, and if you have a problem watching sex scenes in movies, you might want to skip the little part at the end. (lol) Warning: There is Draco action! R/R!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters...just the plot!
Summary: After Charlie's wedding, Ginny Weasley, 15 years old, is going crazy, desperate for answers. What is love? She had never been kissed, and only had a couple of boyfriends. So how will she know when she finds the one?
Chapter 2: The Talk
"Come, Draco! We MUST prepare to leave!"
"Uh, Father?" Draco said from the shadows of the hallway. "May I talk to you about something?" The boy was strong in nature, but meek and frightened around his father. With matching silver blonde hair and manly figures, the two were a perfect father/son couple.
"Does it have to be now, Draco? We have to—."
"Yes." He cut his father off. This was important. "It...it's about school." That wasn't completely a lie. It was about someone in school.
"Well?" Lucius said while tapping his foot. He was growing impatient.
"Err...in school, there's a girl named Pansy." He took a deep breath, talking to his father was hard. "Pansy Parkinson. She's bloody gorgeous, and –."
"I'll tell you what..." Lucius had become uneasy speaking of women. "We can talk more of this at Diagon Alley. I'll even buy that new Firebolt for you."
"You mean the Firebolt Three-Sixty?
"That's the one."
"B...but...No. I don't think so. N-no...no thank you, Father."
"What's this?" Narcissa Malfoy had come in. "You reject a gift? What the hell is wrong with you? He's getting dumber and dumber by the minute, Lucius." The father nodded in agreement. "Are our gifts to you not expensive enough? Your father slaves at his job, and you complain about your gifts?"
"No, Mum." Draco said as he sat in the chair closest to the fire. "It's just that...nobody in school likes me."
"So?" Narcissa said chomping on cashews. "Buy their love. That's what your father did. Loads of man proposed to me, but your father had the largest stone." She said flashing her engagement and wedding rings.
Draco responded by apparating out of the manor. His father followed suit after kissing his wife good bye.
Knockturn Alley
They both apparated right in front of Borgin and Borkes, causing Draco to roll his eyes. "This store again?"
"Hold your tongue, boy." The father replied angrily. "I'm the one with the money, remember?"
"I thought you were going to use that money to buy me a gift." Draco said under his breath, but his father heard him.
"Well, I am planning to purchase for you that broom. Of course, if those grades of yours don't pick up—."
"Oh, don't start that again!"
"Well, if you don't..." They began to argue endlessly until the owner of the store, Mr. Borgin, spoke up.
Clearing his throat, he said, "Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure."
"Delighted I'm sure," Mr. Malfoy said in response and began to take care of his business.
After that, the two went into Diagon Alley to purchase new dress robes, his broom, and some food.
Lucious had disappeared somewhere, so Draco was forced to go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions by himself. He hated shopping alone.
"You know the drill, Mr. Malfoy." Madam Malkin said pleasantly. "On the stool." As she took his measurements, she ran through her normal list of questions. "Dress or regular robes?"
"Dress." Draco replied.
"Mhmm...and do you want cotton, silk, wool, chince, cashmere, reon, or satin?"
"Cashmere and Satin...I want two."
"Mhmm...and do you want your house colors or no?" She sounded similar to a waitress.
"Metallic green with a silver lining, a dragon on the back, and my name under it for the satin, and icy blue with a silver trim and the Hogwarts crest on the left breast for the Cashmere."
Madam Malkin smiled at his taste. "Ok." His robes were ready within a half hour, so Draco set off to find his dad.
"Here's your bloody broom," Lucious said from behind him and began to set off again.
But then Draco said smirking, "Could you get me an ice cream too?"
While heading towards Blourish and Blotts with ice cream in hand, Draco heard the most beautiful singing. And as he got closer, the words became clearer.
"Some day my prince will come...Some day I'll find my love..."
He so desperately wanted to be that girl's prince. He wanted to hold her, and love her. No...he wanted to make love to her. He chuckled knowing what he was thinking. Draco started to sing along, only under his breath.
"...When the prince of my dreams comes to me...He'll whisper I love you...And steal a kiss or tw...Ouch!" Not watching where he was going, Draco ran head first into something and lost his ice cream. He had been humming with his eyes closed, following the music, and finally opened them to see who he ran into.
"Bloody hell", he thought to himself. "It's Ginny...Ginny had been singing!" "You better watch it, Ginny." "Did I just use her first name?"
"Maybe if you weren't singing so loud you would..."
"Oh don't start, Draco! You knew exactly where you were going. Why don't YOU watch it!?" Ginny said wiping off the ice cream.
"Did she just use my first name? Get a hold of yourself, Draco. This is a Weasel you're talking about." "You're right. With your fireball read hair, and Granger's bushy...mess, I shouldn't have missed you at all. And with that howling, you could've warded off werewolves."
Ginny and Hermione exchanged uneasy glances at this, and then Hermione said, "Oh shut it, Malfoy!"
"No Hermione, it's ok. Draco just doesn't know what it's like to be nice to anyone. All because when he was younger, he wasn't loved. No one in his family has ever sung him to sleep, or kissed him goodnight. In reality, Draco is just a spoiled, hormonally tested, evil pure blood obsessed, little unloved pompous bastard. And he suffers from it." With that said, she turned on her heel and left with Hermione following.
"She's right you know," Draco thought to himself. "Who cares?" Draco called after them, his voice cracking. His eyes were sparkling with tears that he wouldn't cry in front of Ginny. Ginny turned around. "I still have more money than you."
"Draco, your parents are so filthy rich, that they buy your love. Frankly, I'd rather be poor and loved than rich and hated...by all." Ginny left Draco with his eyes still shining.
"Come on Draco," Lucius Malfoy said to his son. "We're leaving...what's the matter with you?" He added seeing his son's face. "Fix your robes, you're embarrassing me."
When they returned to the manor, Draco ran straight to his bedroom and cried. Yes, Mr. Slytherin-Big-Shot cried. He cried about his 'friends', and family. That day, he just let it all out.
Now Draco Malfoy wasn't much of a writer, but when something really bothered him, he wrote about it in his journal. So today was somewhat of a confession for him.
I don't get it...blimey...I just don't know. Father has once again made me feel worthless. I tried to talk to him about Pansy today, but he shut me out. So, I guess I'll tell you. I like Pansy for a lot of reasons, but if I could name the top five reasons why I like her...they would be, she's fun (the pranks she pulled are always hilarious!), she's a virgin (that's always more fun in my book (wink)), and to be quite frank, she has some of the best "extras" I've ever seen. That's what I wanted to tell father about. I think it's time for my "talk". I'm changing! Now, don't laugh, but over the past year, I have gotten loads of pubic hair, I'm now itchy...a lot...my perfectly smooth skin has gotten blemishes (though not too many), and now I don't have to worry about telling a girl that I like her, because my bloody "friend of mine" does it for me. It is the absolute worse thing when Pansy walks by on the street, and when I go to say hello, "he" pops up and says it for me. (By the way, all she did was giggle and turn away.) The same thing happened at Diagon Alley today, only it was with the Weasley girl. I can't believe I became erect for a Weasley! But I don't like her! She simply agitates me! I must go. I hear father coming. Hogwarts is only two days away! --Draco
"Who is that?" Draco said following a red-headed girl who was heading for the prefects' bathroom. It was nearly three in the morning at the Hogwarts castle. Draco didn't know why he got up, or what he was doing. All he knew was that he must follow this girl with the most beautiful voice. He should've been afraid she would see him. She was only wearing a bathrobe. But he didn't care. He must follow her.
They finally made it to the bathroom after the girl said the password. Having been a prefect last year, the bathroom didn't surprise him. But if anyone else were to see it, they would've been astounded. Everything was made of white marble, and it was lit by a candle-filled chandelier. There was an empty swimming pool-sized tub sunk in the middle of the floor, and around a hundred golden taps stood all around the edges. There were long white curtains hanging at the windows, a painting of a mermaid, and fluffy towels in a corner.
Draco was snapped back into reality as the girl took off her robe. She had obviously gotten out of bed to take a bath, because she was standing there naked. After she had decided the temperature and the type of bubbles she wanted in the tub, she turned to Draco, smiling. He stood there open-mouthed, and had become erect.
He had no idea who she was; though she looked very familiar. Her face was indistinct, but Draco understood when she clearly beckoned him forward. She stood there smiling clearly undisturbed that she was standing in front of him naked. And as she slipped off Draco's robe, he realized he was naked as well. He smiled evilly as they both slid in the tub together. Holding her in his arms he noticed she had a scar on her left shoulder.
They made out in the tub for what seemed like an hour. Draco obviously wanted to do more, but there was something about her that made him stop. She looked at him confused, then growing impatient she moved so close to him, that he could feel her hard nipples on his chest. He was breathing heavily, not knowing what to do as she kissed his neck, shoulders, and chest, nibbling softly on one of his nipples. He let out a soft moan and then an even louder one as her hands worked their magic under the water. It was becoming harder and harder for him to turn her away, when everything slipped away.
Draco Malfoy woke up at 8:13 a.m. aroused with very, very wet sheets. "Shit," he said as he noticed where he was. It had only been a dream, and as he removed the sheets from his bed, knew it was a wet dream.
He was obviously not going to be able to fall asleep again after that, so he got dressed. Yesterday consisted mostly of packing and last minute shopping, and today was the first day of school. Draco fed his new owl a treat, and went downstairs for breakfast. Deciding on bacon and eggs because he didn't know what else to have, he called his house elf to do the work.
After breakfast, Draco went outside to ride on his broom. He didn't know whether he wanted to think about his dream or forget about it completely. He just couldn't get over how familiar she looked. All Draco could do was hope that she was Pansy. He wanted her to be Pansy, but her breasts had been too large to be Pansy's. So who's were they? And that scar...the most irregular one he'd ever seen. Draco decided on talking to his two best friends about it, Crabbe and Goyle.
10:30 had arrived at last, and Draco had to leave for the Hogwarts express. Once he said his good-byes to his parents, he began desperately looking for Crabbe and Goyle. Where could they be? Draco then got on the train and looked for them, but they were nowhere to be found. The train took off, and he was forced to find a compartment by himself. But after an hour into the trip, he started to look for them again, and to his disgust, found them in the same compartment as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna.
They had been joking around, and having loads of fun. But everything seemed to stop when Draco came in. "Crabbe, Goyle...I need to talk to you two."
Harry gave Malfoy a dirty look and said, "Does the big and bad Slytherin finally need his body guards back?"
"Please," Draco surprisingly pleaded. "It's important. Last night I had a dream..." But no one was listening. They were more concerned with what Ginny had to say. "...this girl, she was gorgeous and—"
"And now, see the scar that I have?" Ginny interrupted and smiled as everyone gasped at the large scar on her left shoulder.
"...Now that I think about it she had red hair..." Malfoy trailed off and stood open-mouthed (once again) not knowing what to do. That scar had looked familiar. So was Ginny's red hair. But that can't be...it just couldn't be. Ginny was the girl in his dream!
AN: Well, that was Chapter 2! I hope you liked it. Now review so I know you read it. Thanks for Reading!
xoxox Fredluvr489