Author's Note: Hello, again! Thanks for all the luvverly reviews. -prances- J'adore.
I have a correction in the second chapter. Thanks to Holly for finding it for me. Dobby was freed in the second year, not the third.
Anyways, here is the very much anticipated Chapter Three, so here you go! xD
Disclaimer: Lemon drops. Mmmm. (Hm. Does that have anything to do with disclaiming..?)
And on with the story!
Love, With a Spoonful of Milk and Way Too Much Sugar
By: Brinkixsh
Chapter Three
"Bloody hell," Draco muttered, finally realizing his mouth was wide open and snapped it shut. Blaise grinned.
"Nice, isn't she?" Blaise agreed. "She must be new, I don't think I've seen anything like her before."
Draco nodded, and continued gazing at the girl. "They don't make them like that at Hogwarts," he finally said.
Blaise smirked.
Draco stared at the girl, gray eyes clouded. Her back was facing them, so he couldn't see the front side, but he could stand and appreciate her anyways.
It was natural for Hogwarts students not to change into their uniform until on the Hogwarts Express, so she was wearing muggle clothing, like most of the other students. (Draco was not; he did not own one article of muggle clothing, as Lucius had refrained from associating anything with Muggles by all costs, which meant that Draco had his own wardrobe of Muggle-like clothing, only made from house-elves.) Her obvious figure was wrapped in a pretty green piece of clothing and a white skirt that displayed her tanned, shapely legs. Her shoulders were bared, but covered in dark, burnt-red locks, wavy but tamed. She was standing alone, leaning against another column with her trunk at her feet.
She was gorgeous.
As she shook some hair out of her face, Draco noticed that he wasn't the only male Hogwarts student goggling at her. A group of sixth-year boys, obviously Slytherin, as they all had the same Victorian look about them, were standing nearby, attentions fully focused on the girl. In his year, some other Slytherins had also seen the girl, and, like Draco, were muttering amongst themselves and staring. And still more Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. (He snorted. Hufflepuffs were too good to do anything with a beauty like her.) Dean Thomas, some Gryffindor weed, and his boyfriend Seamus Finnigan, were both gaping at her openly, nearly drooling.
Draco immediately scowled. Thomas looked as if he was ready to go talk to the girl, but Draco couldn't have that. He knew he would have the girl sometime during this year, but he wouldn't want some disgusting Mudblood's leftovers. Pushing a startled Blaise out of his way, he strode over to the girl.
He knew, he smirked, that all the boys who were watching the new girl before had spotted him striding towards the girl, and noticed with pleasure their immediate scowls and looks of disapointment and hatred as he passed by. ("I can't believe it! That bloody Draco Malfoy from Slytherin looks like he's going for her!" he heard Thomas hiss to Finnigan.) The other Slytherins looked livid, too, but he didn't care. He was Draco Malfoy, and whether they hated him or not, he was the 'Slytherin Prince', after all, and they would listen to him anyways.
Draco broke his quick, determined stride into a soft, slow pace, so she wouldn't hear him slip up. Stepping so close so that his hot breath was on her neck, he caught a waft of purple-lilacs mixed with soft honey. He closed his eyes, drinking in the smell.
"So," he started in a low, deep voice, thick but not rough. "Aren't you new?"
She didn't turn around.
Draco was surprised. He was like teeming sexual attraction: surely she would have noticed this with his hot breath on her neck and turned around? Perhaps she was mysterious and sexy. He tried again.
"I don't think I've seen you around before," he breathed, stepping closer so that her body was almost embraced in his.
She still didn't turn around. Draco heard Thomas and Finnigan sniggering. He chose to ignore this.
"Aren't you pretty?" He traced his finger on the nape of her neck. "I supposed you don't want to..."
"Malfoy, I suggest you take your filthy fingers off of me and strut your fat arse out of here as fast as you can," came a cool voice.
Draco stepped back, thoroughly shocked. How did she know it was him? How did she know who he was?
"Good, Ferret," the voice came again, scathingly. Then, without the girl ever turning around, she abruptly picked up her trunk and walked away.
Draco was about to follow her for one last attempt, or at least find out how she knew who he was, until he saw Hogwart's very own school champion and Dumbledore's favorite boy, Harry Potter. His expression of shock immediately turned livid. What was he doing? Was he trying to pick up his girl?
And then.. In his very own eyes, he saw Harry Potter smile slightly at the girl, pick up her trunk for her, and leaned forward to give her a quick kiss on the cheek before putting his disgusting arm around her and leading her towards the Hogwarts Express, leaving Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, gaping at them in the dust.
break-
Ginny sighed, watching from afar Harry talking with Cho Chang. His mouth was moving energetically, and his eyes shining, earning a smile and a cute blush from Cho. She wasn't aware of anything around her except for her eyes focused on the pair.
Harry had almost immediately left her side when he had spotted his old girlfriend at King's Cross. They had passed through the barrier, and Harry was leaning against a column, talking to her easily, with his hair messed up like that, which made her actually recall her old crush and almost started to.. like him. Unfortunately, Cho happened to pass directly behind her, and Ginny remembered Harry's eyes as they slid from her to the pretty asian girl, suddenly lost in thought. At least Harry mananged to stumble out a reason why he left so abruptly, she thought bitterly, watching the pair chat. His excuse was, "Oh, hey, would you excuse me for a minute? I think I forgot something..." And with that, Harry had brushed by her quickly and went straight for Cho, and Ginny felt a pang of jealousy when she realized that he had lied.
She was so lost in thought, watching them, and almost ready to march over there and interrupt their 'lovely' conversation, that she didn't realize that someone had slinked up behind her until she could feel the hot breath on her neck.
Ginny paused for a moment, caught by surprise, and was about to turn around when she heard an all-too-familiar voice drawl... "So, aren't you new?"
Ginny scowled. She knew he was probably going to start about something with her family being poor or about her going out Harry. He was such a git! Couldn't he leave her alone just once? She strained herself from wheeling around and slapping him in the face, clenching her knuckles tightly.
He continued. "I don't think I've seen you around before."
She frowned. What was he playing at? What kind of joke was this? She heard sniggering behind her, and she realized that it was probably Crabbe and Goyle, and he was just playing another joke on her.
The low voice broke the silence again. "Aren't you pretty? I suppose you don't want to..."
Suddenly, she felt his fingers on her neck, and inside something snapped. "Malfoy, I suggest you take your filthy fingers off of me and strut your fat arse out of here as fast as you can," she retorted quickly, ignoring his last statement. Merlin. Bloody bastard couldn't just stop, could he? He was such a git.
The fingers left her neck instantly. She smiled triumphantly to herself. "Good, Ferret," she sneered, picked up her trunk, and walked quickly forward, not caring where she was going, but somewhere to put a distance between her and the asshole. Ginny didn't realize that she was walking straight towards Harry and Cho until Harry noticed, and grinned a quick goodbye to Cho, and hurried towards her.
"Hey, Gin," he smiled broadly. Ginny gave him a tight smile.
"Let's go find Ron and Hermione and get an empty compartment before all of them fill up," she said, heaving the heavy trunk closer to her.
"Oh, let me get that," he picked up the trunk and dragged it behind him as he led her through the crowd. With his free arm, he put it around Ginny.
Ginny shuddered, but decided to let him leave his arm around her. Besides, he was carrying her trunk, anyways.
-break-
"Draco, have a Chocolate Frog."
"I don't want a Chocolate Frog."
"Then have a slab of Honeydukes chocolate, Draco. This stuff is really good, I swear..."
"I don't want chocolate."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
"Why don't you have..."
"I don't want any-bloody-thing, Blaise, get it through your thick skull."
Blaise peered at Draco, who was half-hidden behind A History of the Dark Arts, white-blonde hair swept to the side and gray eyes glittering.
"Princess, you've been on the same page for sixteen minutes."
"It's a really long page, you bitch. And don't call me that."
"Whatever you say, Princess."
"Fuck you."
"I've been waiting."
Pause. "Please. You sicken me."
"I know."
Blaise opened a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Draco turned a page.
"I saw what happened at King's Cross."
"Brilliant."
"Potter got your girl."
"She's not my girl, Blaise."
"Yes, she is. You hit on her, but she pushed you off and went off with Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived."
"Thanks for the recap."
"She chose Potter over you."
"Obviously, she's a lesbian."
"Potter got her, not you."
"He doesn't even have a dick."
"Potter beat you at getting this girl. Just like at Quidditch."
Draco lost his temper. He threw the book across the compartment, where it very nearly hit Blaise square in the face if it were not for Blaise's reflexes. The book banged against the wall and fell to the floor. "What the fuck are you going at, bitch? Stop saying stupid things and get to your point."
"I knew it."
"Knew what, exactly?"
"Drakie-Poo's got a little crush."
"What the bloody hell!"
Blaise laughed, smirking widely. "Princess, everyone knows. Everybody watched you, Draco Malfoy, go up to a girl and try and hit on her. First of all, that is bloody brilliant. The Draco Malfoy has never hit on anybody before. All the ladies are usually throwing themselves at you. You have never actually went up to a girl and hit on her, am I correct?"
Draco hesitated, realizing that he was right. Blaise smirked wider.
"So?" Draco scowled. "She looked good. And after spending a summer in Pansy's bed, I'm ready to go after any girl besides Pansy." There. That was a good comeback.
Blaise winked at him. "Whatever you say, Princess." He threw back The History of the Dark Arts and left the comparment, leaving Draco alone for the second time that day.
Author's Note: And.. There you have it. Kind of bad, but oh well. It's longer, I guess. Anyways. REVIEW, whether you like it or not! Or else I will be forced to not continue with this fanfic anymore! xD
-Brinkixsh
