Okay, I know I promised you guys this update sooner but I have a good excuse! I swear! Here's what happened:
So, I've not been allowed to use the computer for the last couple of days...My family's whacked.
So, I wrote this chapter all out in a notebook (that's why it's a little short and in snidbits) then last night I waited up the whole night for my dad to go to sleep so I could sneak out here and post it. Only to find, at the twinges of dawn, that he had passed out... in the computer chair.
Honestly, I can't make something like this up here people! So he was passed out in the computer chair and my plan was foiled. So I figured that sometime today they would leave the house and I could post it. But nooo today's a national holiday here so of course national holidays mean eating lots of food and watching lots of tv (in the computer room).
So here I am, sneaking on a night late to post you this chapter.
So read my pathetic little sob story and don't blame me for chapter quality (or quantity!)
I tried my best...I really did! >sniffle>
:-D read on!
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Draco's point of view ---- Late afternoon---- Quidditch pitch
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So a couple of days ago, after she had succeeded in knocking us both off our brooms and onto the extremely hard ground, the little Weasel suggests that we get right back on our brooms again and continue.
So I suggest that she goes to the Hospital Wing immediately because she is clearly mental.
Nevertheless, we finished her training and now, three days later, she is being put to the test by that pathetic excuse for a Quidditch captain: Harry Potter.
Honestly, any pupil of mine should be bloody well good enough for him. If they would just let me rule the world already, but no, that inane ritual—Gryffindor quidditch tryouts—still remains.
So here I am, wasting a perfectly good afternoon, standing in the back off the Slytherin quidditch box, watching tryouts.
I'm not here because I care or anything, don't get me wrong…
I'm only here to make sure she doesn't screw up, or to laugh when she does screw up…either one.
I swear! That's the only reason. Don't go getting any twisted ideas on me or anything.
Well anyway, as tryouts progressed Ginny was clearly the best one out there. Surprising for a Weasley I must say but wholly unsurprising for someone who learned from the best—namely me.
Potter had them speeding and catching and diving and dodging and all that other pointless nonsense, before they finally stopped and headed back for the locker rooms to learn the results.
Figuring my work here was done and not really keen on bumping into any nosy Gryffs on my way out, I headed back up to the castle while they were still busy finding out the new team roster.
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Ginny's point of view ---- Late, late afternoon ---- Just outside of the castle
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He came. Gosh I don't know why on earth he came, but he came. Draco Malfoy came to the Gryffindor quidditch tryouts. Talk about weird… But I guess I'm kind of glad he did, the main reason I did so well was because I was trying to wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.
Nevertheless, I caught up with him right after Harry finished telling us the results. And I just couldn't resist…
"Malfoy?" I asked, coming up behind him and frowning solemnly.
"Weasley," he sneered, turning around, "I figured you would have…."
"..Wait a minute," he broke off, "Are you crying?"
I managed a sniffle and a nod.
"You mean…you didn't…you must be kidding! What is Potter, blind! I can't believe you didn't make the team! That flaming prat! That freaking gutless wonder! I can't believe he turned down my pupil! He must be out of his freaking mind…" Draco rambled on for several minutes before I finally burst out laughing, unable to keep a straight face any longer.
"..Wait a minute," Draco said, finally realizing he'd been duped, "You did make the team, didn't you?"
I gave a little nod, still doubled over in laughter
"You little bint!" Draco sneered with an outraged smirk.
"You are looking at Gryffindor's newest Chaser," I said, giving him a mock bow.
"Oh yes, hysterically funny, loads of laughs, congratulations you stupid little…" Draco said, suddenly cut off by what appears to be my body crashing into his.
Dear lord, I think I'm hugging Draco Malfoy….now how on earth did this happen?
One minute I'm standing there laughing next minute I'm throwing my arms around his neck…
And just when I'm starting to think that maybe if I move my hands real quick-like I can pretend that I was just trying to strangle him …and then I feel his arms move hesitantly around my waist.
Well this is awkward…
One moment I'm standing there laughing at him, next moment I'm lost in how strong his arms are and how good his cologne smells.
Apocalypse, now!
I finally snap out of it and jump quickly back, my face burning a bright pink.
"I, uh…tripped, sorry…" comes stupidly out of my mouth.
"Yeah…lucky I was there to catch you, klutz," Draco drawled before turning and walking hastily away.
What the hell is wrong with me?
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Draco's Point of View ---- Roughly three seconds later ---- Walking towards the castle
What the hell is wrong with her?
One moment she's standing there laughing at her own stupidity, next moment she's practically falling into my arms. I tried to move my arms around her to, uh, pry her off but even that didn't help.
I swear, she should have gone to the Hospital Wing when I told her to…
That bint is bloody mental.
Ginny's Point of View ----Early the next morning --- Walking towards the Great Hall
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
I'm not sure if five days really counts as cold but…I'm thinking we can definitely settle for a solid luke-warm.
Besides, he'll never be expecting it…that's why I hugged him yesterday. You all thought it was some sort of Freudian slip or something but, oh no, that was all part of my plan. I was lulling him into a false sense of security.
I swear!
Well anyways, that is not important, what is important is that I get a good seat at today's breakfast.
Revenge is so, so sweet.
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Draco's Point of View ---- Early Morning ---- Great Hall
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"Was it more of a hug or more of a lean?" Blaise asked after I told him yesterday's story.
"More of a hug….well actually more of a lean…" I replied, unsure.
"A lean?" Blaise said, raising an eyebrow.
"What does it matter? The point is….well actually there really is no point," I concluded hastily, "Except that I think the Weasley girl has finally lost it, gone crazy."
"Well anyone would have to be crazy to hug you," Blaise said with a smirk.
My icy glare and blistering retort were interrupted by the coming of the mail. Nothing special, just the daily paper.
I shake it open and there, on the front page read…
Extra, Extra, Read all about it! Draco Malfoy finally gone soft?
Our sources report that the Malfoy heir was seen cuddling stray kittens. That's right. Cuddling lost kittens and hugging teddy bears. One rumour even states that Draco Malfoy has a secret collection of My Little Pony paraphernalia that takes up an entire room of his house.
When asked to quote on the matter Malfoy said that he indeed liked dancing with rainbows as much as he liked frolicking with puppies…
The article went on for pages, I'd read enough.
"Filth!" I screamed jumping up.
"Lies! Lies! It's all lies!" I yelled, grabbing the paper out of the hands of every Slytherin near me.
"Draco! Draco, calm down!" Blaise shouted, grabbing my arms.
"How do you expect me to calm down when this slander is..all…over…" I stuttered to a stop as I glanced down at the paper I had just taken from Blaise.
It's title read…
Three more escape from Azkaban…again. Minister of Magic begins to think that this might be a problem.
I hastily flipped through the rest of the stack. Only mine was different.
I scanned the completely silent Great Hall. All shocked and scared eyes were on me, beginning to whisper about my sanity no doubt. All eyes, that is, except for one tiny redhead who was falling out of her seat with laughter.
Ohh…she will pay.
Come on...didn't my sob story and this little chapter deserve a review? Pretty Please:-D