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Chapter One: Red hair and freckles
'Red hair and freckles.'
Draco smirked.
It was the littlest Weasley again; his favorite victim. She was talking to Potter again. Draco scowled. It wasn't that he had any personal grudge on her except for that she was a Weasley, and that she adored Potter. Oh, and there was that Bat-bogey hex incident. But for a Weasley, she wasn't much harm in his life. But for some unknown reasons, she annoyed him the most. Maybe it was because she was damn so good at ignoring him. Whenever he tried to taunt her and embarrass her, trying to get back at her for the Bat-Bogey incident, she ignored him completely. It was almost like she didn't know that he existed. He almost wished that she would put the Bat-Bogey hex on him again. Almost. But he hadn't stooped that low yet. Not yet, anyway. He groaned. It was just so bloody frustrating. How dare she, a mud-blood and Potter lover Weasly, ignore HIM, the astonishingly handsome pureblood Malfoy? It was wrong. Completely wrong. He would show her this time just how wrong it was.
Fuming, he glanced at Weasley-no, he glanced at the spot where she had been talking with Potter. As Draco looked for the annoying red head frantically around the field, he saw a bright red head walking away. He strided quickly towards her; Malfoys never chased after anyone. When he had caught up with her, he blocked her path and taunted,
"I see that now you can actually speak in front of Potter without making a fool of yourself. You must be proud of yourself. In fact, you must be totally flustered! You had the honor of Potter actually talking back to you."
But that annoying Weaslette just pushed ahead of him and kept on walking.
Who did she think she was? Fuming, Draco caught her by her wrist and turned her around.
"Now, now, Weasley. I was talking to you. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
Draco felt satisfaction as he felt her stiffen.
"Malfoy, do you like bat bogeys?"
She asked curiously. Suddenly, she had raised her wand, and before he had time to get to his wand, a weird feeling passed through his body, almost as if… something was attacking him?
Ginny smiled in a satisfied way and walked towards the castle.
"WEASLEY!" He shouted, trying to stop the bat bogeys from getting to him.
He stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do. People passing laughed at him, and he glared at them all. Among a crowd that passed him, he heard a astonished voice call, "Malfoy!"
He scowled as he found himself looking at Blaise Zabini, a fellow Slythierin.
"May I guess who did this to you?"
Blaise asked teasingly, and when Draco's scowl deepened, he said,
"That doesn't matter right now. We better get you to the hospital wing"
And for the first time, Draco had to admit that he was right.
After some more chuckles and glares, Draco found himself facing Madam Pomfrey.
"Oh, dear. This again? You seem to have a very unique relationship with birds. Drink this and rest on the bed for awhile."
Draco sent her a glare that would freeze Voldermolt. Grudgingly, he drank the liquid in one gulp and almost choked it all out. Suddenly, Both Blaise and Madam Promfey seemed to develop a series of cough. Glaring and them again, he lay on the bed and motioned them to go out. He closed his eyes, and Ginny's face seemed to appear out of nowhere. He couldn't help thinking that she was astonishingly cute when she was mad… Except that Malfoys did not think Weasleys were cute. Maybe Weasley put a spell on him that would drive him insane. Panicking, he yelled for Madam Promfey. She was there in a second, looking worried…
"What's wrong, Mister Malfoy?"
"I have something to ask you."
"You yelled like that just because you wanted to ask me something?"
Madam Pomfrey asked, looking huffed.
"It's a very important matter."
Draco started seriously.
"Go on. "
She prodded, looking annoyed.
"Is there… anything wrong with my head?"
He asked anxiously.
"Why yes, of course. You have fur all over your head…"
Madam Pomfrey answered, looking astonished.
"No! I mean… mentally."
He shouted out impatiently.
"Not, not as far as I know… well, judging from this question, I think you might.."
Madam Pomfrey gave him a strange look and went out of the stall.
Oh, boy. He had never been more worried in his life before. Weasley didn't put a spell on him that would drive him mad? Maybe it was just his imagination that he thought Weasely was cute… Relieved by the thought, Draco closed his eyes again and tried to sleep, but Ginny's face seemed to be following him. Why was it that he couldn't get Weasley out of his mind? Did he have… feelings for her? That might be possible, except that Malfoys did not have feelings for Weasleys. The best explanation was that he was mad… Trying desperately to get Weasley out of his mind, he came to a decision. He was probably delusional right now because of the 2nd Bat-Bogey hex incident… He would sleep now, trying not to dream about Weasley and if this continued tomorrow, then he would try St. Mungo's… He closed his eyes the third time in 5minutes, thinking how pretty Ginny was…. He groaned. It had been a terrible day.
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