Chapter one.
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Day one of the horrible project has finally dawned.
Last night had been terrible. I kept on dreaming about Malfoy, and kept on waking up after every dream. It was a nightmare I tell you. But some ones were pretty good. Where I strangled the git.
You must wonder, that why am I so strongly against this person. That why is my sense of hatred so so strong for him.
Well, it's something ive never ever told anyone. Its because I have a fear. a secret fear. You see, over the years, the prat has grown up to really handsome, (yes. Im complimenting him.), and so he has every other girl swooning over him. (Except Hermione.'Cause well, I guess she's too sophisticated to swoon.)
And I guess he has shagged every other girl in the year. With his stupid sex god reputation and all, he is very scary for me.
For I fear that like every normal girl...I might become a potential whore getting in contact with him. Not that im insulting girls, mind you...Im a girl myself. I merely telling you about the silly Hogwarts girls (with the exception of Vi, Hermione and me of course)
It's just that well, I lack self-control. So I have to make up in some way. And that way is anger.
And of course, him being a major rival of my friends and family and is a bonus.
But I tell you. It isn't easy. Not after he turned a bloody spy for the order. I was really shocked by his desicion.So was everyone else.
But well, Harry trusted him(though he still called him Malfoy and was really quite hostile while talking),and gradually so did everyone else.
Except Ron.
And me, I just felt it more and more harder to convince myself to act normal in front of him.
It's hard really. I mean, he's a walking seduction booth! And it's really very hard to not blush or you know...stammer and all.
So I just make up by anger.
But what am I saying? Why am I telling you this?
Last night must have driven me mad.
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Five hours more before the torture starts. It's not fair I tell you. I feel like running away. But if I do that in front of everyone,well,it wont even be possible.
Ron gave me a whole big lecture on how I should snub Malfoy and how I should do what I think is right and all. Honestly what does he think? That im a toddler or something? I can take care of myself. It's not like I've gone about drooling on Malfoy for the past years. It a secret feeling which only I know about (and well now even you do), and can control quite well.
At least Hermione was better. She told me to not bother with Malfoy remarks and just go on like I do. Thanks Mione.your a really great sister! Well, a sister like the one I've always wished I had.
Harry gave me an encouraging smile.And i guess that was more than what i needed.
Whatever. Why am i even thinking about this?
I know why, because listening to Binns drone on about the merpeoples war of 1678 isn't exactly what i would call thrilling.
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Two more hours left.
And im already so drained out.really,Snape should have become much more kinder after he was there with us through the war and all.
But no, he still has the cruelness to make me scrub bedpans without magic just because i was looking at him!geesh!
I need a nice shower.
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An hour more. Even studies aren't helping. I messed up the DADA essay twice. Thank goodness for Violet.seriously,if Vi wasn't around, I would've never have been able to cope up with studies during tension time. I told her about Malfoy too. he says, its nothing to worry about and im overreacting.
Overreacting?
And then she told me how sweet Malfoy was and not to mention sexy. If she hadn't been my best pal, I would have told her to shut her mouth up. But I could just stare.
And then Lila and Dorothy also came up and joined the conversation,agreeing totally with Vi.
Am i the only one who recognizes Malfoy for the heartbreaking bastard he is?
Perhaps.
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Ok.Its ten minutes more. I should get going to the study room (the git owled me earlier telling me to meet him there. And he called me a Weaslette.Prat). But i can't move. My legs are so shaky.
No. I wont become a weasel. (Ironic.Isnt it?) I should be and act brave.
It's five minutes more. Stupid me.I shouldn't have wasted time. now I'll have to run.
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I reach all panting. I'm still panting when I open the maghony door. He is sitting there all right.
"Your late Weaslette," he remarks in a drawl.
"Too bad you're early then." I reply, not knowing what else to say.
He Smirks and then surveys me slowly from top to bottom with those gorgeous grey yes.
And I feel the color rising up my cheeks.
Not now! That isn't supposed to be happening.
My anger immediately climbs up several notches and I practically storm into the room.
"Why so angry dear wife" he asks in the same slow drawl of a voice.
I stop dead in my track. What wife? And then i remember. Mock marriage.
I put down my bag and then turn to Malfoy, and pointing my finger to his stupid chest, I expel all my anger at him"Malfoy, you better shut up and get to work. Or i don't know what im going to do if you go on for a few more minutes." I say through clenched teeth.
But he looks amused, and moves nearer.
I freeze on the spot. Not knowing what to do.
He's so near, I can see the blue specks in his grey eyes.
"What will you do Weasley" he whispers and I shudder.
Damn him for making me lose control and become like Neville in front of Snape.
"I...I...Uhg! Go away." I say pushing him away.
I finally did it. But he seems non-plussed. Just a little angry.
You can tell that easily. For he becomes even more cool in his approach then.
Silence continues. And honestly, it's too unnerving. Finally, and thankfully, he speaks up.
"Lets begin work."
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"Weasley...Malfoys dont make budget."
"What"
"We Malfoys, dont make budgets."
Yeah of course they wont...with all that money. All are spoilt brats.
"So what" I say, getting angry now.
Ok, first of all, he did not listen to the project outlines at all. And after that, he kept on bugging me on what was this supposed to mean and what was that supposed to mean.
And now he tells me, there isn't supposed to be a budget.
"Well, Im a Malfoy if those eyes of your cant see."
"I dont care who you are.the project outline says we have to have adjust in 50,000 galleons for our house." I protested.
"Only 50,000" he asked in a shocked and appalled voice.
"Well, everyone doesn't have a huge inheritance like you." I said now loosing my cool.
But he ignored me.
"I will not have such a cheap house," he declared.
That was it.
I stood up.
"Fine. Do what you like. Im tired, and Im sleepy. And I can't bear you. Make your imaginary budget. Good night."
"Fine." he replied equally angrily.
And without a look more, I grabbed my bag and stomped out.
I sighed to myself. This will never work out.
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A/N: Alrighty,I finally put the better version up.The last one was un-edited,so please forgive me for the pathetic spellings etc etc.
And as for the writing and repetitive smile used here,its Ginny's thoughts that are written here.And I don't think anyone's thoughts could be organized and in a proper grammatical format.Especially not a seventeen year old girls thoughts.
Whatever,if you still feel that takes a big part of the story away or something,please keep the complaints coming(aka review),and ill remove that part too.
-Avril.