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course, own absolutely nothing of Harry Potter, but would love so very much
to (Draco!)!
Preface: Saydee Colner is a typical Hogwarts seventh year student in every way, except one, she does not have an obsessive crush on Draco Malfoy. "Sure," she said to her friend Jenisa one day, who had just spent the entire History of Magic class staring starry-eyed at the back of his blonde head, "He is pretty cute, but he is so cold, and he acts like he is to good for any girl he sees." That summed up her general opinion of him, nice looking, with extremely gorgeous blonde hair, but extremely arrogant and pompous, she could not stand that.
Saydee was a beautiful girl with warm chestnut hair and sparkling green-blue eyes. She had a beautiful figure too. And when she walked she seemed to glide. Needless to say Draco noticed these beautiful qualities about her, and the reason he acted like he was too good for any girl was because he only had eyes for her. Draco was a very private person, and only told his friend Marcus Flint things such as that. Flint heard the conversation Saydee had with her friend that day and immediately told Draco. Draco felt very hurt, but he was still very taken with her.
"Well, I will just have to change her image of me." Draco said to Flint one afternoon at lunch.
"Do you really think you can take back six years of arrogant behavior that fast, and just for some girl?"
"Not just some girl, the girl. And I don't know if I can, but I am definitely going to try."
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Students began to file out of the great hall to head to their afternoon lessons, but Draco stayed behind. He was absent-mindedly pushing food around his plate while formulating a plan in his head. It was hard to concentrate on what he wanted to do when the beautiful image of her walking down the hall in her Slytherin robes and giving him a slight smile as she passed kept popping up in his head. It was not until Pansy Parkinson was shaking his shoulders wildly that he even remembered where he was.
"Are you okay?" She asked in a horrible voice.
"Yeah I'm fine, just thinking. What lesson do we have next?" He said regaining his familiar sneering drawl again.
"Potions." She said.
Good, he thought, I can talk to her after class. I will begin to put my plan into action. They walked out of the great hall and went down to the dungeons. He sat through class pretending to take notes while he was really fine-tuning his plan in his mind. After what seemed like years to Draco, Snape finally dismissed the class. Draco hung behind for a moment, and then approached the group of girls Saydee was standing with. When they saw him approach many of them began to giggle and turn red, including Jenisa.
"Afternoon, Ladies." He began in a somewhat arrogant tone, with a hint of playful sarcasm. "Saydee, can I talk to you?" He looked around at all the blushing girls, "Alone?"
"Sure." She replied in a polite manor. The rest of the girls left the room hurriedly, and Draco and Saydee began to walk slowly to the door of the classroom. "So," Saydee prompted.
"Oh yes," Draco stammered, then he regained his cool unfaltering tone. "You see," He began again then lost it, "I can't do this," he sighed "I'm having trouble in charms, I am just so bad at it, and, well, I know you are awfully good in that class, and, well, gosh this is harder than I thought." He trailed off.
"Would you like me to help you with charms?" She asked, totally taken aback by the way he was acting completely unlike himself.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble." He said, a certain quality of vulnerability in his eyes. Saydee noticed the change that had come over him, the way his eyes now sparkled with warmth and wondering and for a moment she was lost in his gorgeous warm gray eyes before she snapped back to reality.
"Of course I can help you, how about I meet you in the library, say about a half an hour after diner?" She asked still amazed by his change. Draco pulled open the door and stepped aside for her to exit through it, What a gentleman, she thought to herself.
"Sure," he said.
Preface: Saydee Colner is a typical Hogwarts seventh year student in every way, except one, she does not have an obsessive crush on Draco Malfoy. "Sure," she said to her friend Jenisa one day, who had just spent the entire History of Magic class staring starry-eyed at the back of his blonde head, "He is pretty cute, but he is so cold, and he acts like he is to good for any girl he sees." That summed up her general opinion of him, nice looking, with extremely gorgeous blonde hair, but extremely arrogant and pompous, she could not stand that.
Saydee was a beautiful girl with warm chestnut hair and sparkling green-blue eyes. She had a beautiful figure too. And when she walked she seemed to glide. Needless to say Draco noticed these beautiful qualities about her, and the reason he acted like he was too good for any girl was because he only had eyes for her. Draco was a very private person, and only told his friend Marcus Flint things such as that. Flint heard the conversation Saydee had with her friend that day and immediately told Draco. Draco felt very hurt, but he was still very taken with her.
"Well, I will just have to change her image of me." Draco said to Flint one afternoon at lunch.
"Do you really think you can take back six years of arrogant behavior that fast, and just for some girl?"
"Not just some girl, the girl. And I don't know if I can, but I am definitely going to try."
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Students began to file out of the great hall to head to their afternoon lessons, but Draco stayed behind. He was absent-mindedly pushing food around his plate while formulating a plan in his head. It was hard to concentrate on what he wanted to do when the beautiful image of her walking down the hall in her Slytherin robes and giving him a slight smile as she passed kept popping up in his head. It was not until Pansy Parkinson was shaking his shoulders wildly that he even remembered where he was.
"Are you okay?" She asked in a horrible voice.
"Yeah I'm fine, just thinking. What lesson do we have next?" He said regaining his familiar sneering drawl again.
"Potions." She said.
Good, he thought, I can talk to her after class. I will begin to put my plan into action. They walked out of the great hall and went down to the dungeons. He sat through class pretending to take notes while he was really fine-tuning his plan in his mind. After what seemed like years to Draco, Snape finally dismissed the class. Draco hung behind for a moment, and then approached the group of girls Saydee was standing with. When they saw him approach many of them began to giggle and turn red, including Jenisa.
"Afternoon, Ladies." He began in a somewhat arrogant tone, with a hint of playful sarcasm. "Saydee, can I talk to you?" He looked around at all the blushing girls, "Alone?"
"Sure." She replied in a polite manor. The rest of the girls left the room hurriedly, and Draco and Saydee began to walk slowly to the door of the classroom. "So," Saydee prompted.
"Oh yes," Draco stammered, then he regained his cool unfaltering tone. "You see," He began again then lost it, "I can't do this," he sighed "I'm having trouble in charms, I am just so bad at it, and, well, I know you are awfully good in that class, and, well, gosh this is harder than I thought." He trailed off.
"Would you like me to help you with charms?" She asked, totally taken aback by the way he was acting completely unlike himself.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble." He said, a certain quality of vulnerability in his eyes. Saydee noticed the change that had come over him, the way his eyes now sparkled with warmth and wondering and for a moment she was lost in his gorgeous warm gray eyes before she snapped back to reality.
"Of course I can help you, how about I meet you in the library, say about a half an hour after diner?" She asked still amazed by his change. Draco pulled open the door and stepped aside for her to exit through it, What a gentleman, she thought to herself.
"Sure," he said.
