Left to my own devices? Pft!!!!
I haven't been horrible in not updated for so long because I HAVE A COLD!!! Feel grateful I update at all!!! (Currently very cranky and must sleep very soon)
Pft!!!
(Shows annoyance)
AND ANOTHER THING!!! I totally left out them being prefects in the books. Damn. I didn't mean to. Just slipped my mind. No one reminded me either, lol. Not pushing the blame or anything. But you'll have to forgive me.
People have been screaming for Hermione and Draco to get together and live happily ever after. Me too. I just couldn't make it work out in the last fic so I'm going to try again with this fic. I have a basic idea of what's going to happen, I'll just see where it gets me.
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Draco sat on the couch, a plain and economical couch and polished his badge with pride, ignoring the incessant bumps from the rails. Muttering something about magic should be able to fix something, he was too absorbed to see he had a visitor.
It wasn't as if Draco liked to be alone, nor was it that Draco wasn't sociable. He was anything but. He just wanted his solitude, some peace and quiet; only, he had wanted a lot of it lately.
The Slytherins understood and obeyed.
Finally noticing the figure looming over him, Draco sighed and assumed it was either Pansy or someone who had a tendency to disobey his wishes, and continued to polish his badge.
The stature loomed over him, as he was still seated, and did not seem pretentious, patently waited to be recognised. The figure watched as the Head Boy gleamed with pride at the pin in his clasp. It was as if he had nothing else to be proud of anymore.
Quite surprising, that he got Head Boy, with leaving the school before it actually ended.
Sighing loudly, Draco shifted his gaze to meet his intruder.
The red head girl stared out the window for a brief moment, looking at what he was looking at, before realising he finally acknowledged her presence.
Potter's girl, Granger's friend, Weasel's sister.
Gryffindor.
"What do you want?" He snarled,
"Malfoy." Ginny greeted, gritting her teeth to make sure she didn't rip the conceited bastard's head off.
"Weasley." Malfoy greeted back dryly, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go terrorise your own housemates?"
"Because… wait. I mean, I'm here because…" she trailed off. Why was she here? She wanted to fix things. Hermione was broken, Harry couldn't fix her and is beating himself up over it, and Ron won't believe her when she tried convincing him. "You need to… Hermione…"
"Weasley, I knew you Gryffindors were dense but; couldn't you just pull together and speak in proper sentences?" Draco pleaded sarcastically,
"Hermione wants to meet you. When she does… just, don't hurt her." Ginny managed, not understanding why is was so hard.
Clap,
Clap,
Clap.
Draco clapped his hands slowly, congratulating her, "Well done." he snarled, "All of a sudden the dim, dim little flame wants to play heroine?"
Ginny stared at him blankly, not quite getting what he was saying, but was sure it was something insulting and felt like she must disagree.
"No." Ginny replied through gritted teeth, the same slimy git she hated was resurfacing from the not-so-bad-as-to-not-make-me-puke prat Ginny was just beginning to see last year, to Hermione's insistence. "Look, I don't really know what your game was… is, or what you were meaning by playing Heroine. But, just, go back to being… Draco."
Ginny turned sharply and left him hanging, before he could get the last word. Before Harry, Ron or Hermione went to search for her.
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What will suit you,
Where do you belong?
Only I know;
Just listen to my song!
Are you the brightest of stars?
Bound to honour, bred to be bold?
Fiercely Loyal, trust worthiest?
Sly and cunning, bought and sold?
Most inquisitive of minds,
A gifted Ravenclaw!
Where the eager will learn
Where only the brightest will soar.
Courage and strength;
The standard Gryffindor traits,
Most humble and righteous,
With twisting fates.
Faithful and fair,
An honest Hufflepuff!
Always enduring,
Where contribution is enough.
Ambition will endeavour,
In any Slytherin,
Though proud and arrogant
Will do anything to win.
I will choose wisely;
Where your home will be,
In your next seven years,
Who will be your family…
Hermione kept annoyingly gazing over a the Slytherin table, where the Blonde Haloed boy congratulated the strangely numerous new coming Slytherins; and entertained those around him. Not once, the Gryffindors noticed, did he spare a glance towards their table.
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Hah! I wasn't too lazy to write a song!! Yay. Too tired to write more. Still feeling like crap so I will retire and… die.
Tell me what you think, if only the for the cool sorting song! I have my surprise for you still, so you have to be nice and review!