If Only
Jeni Draco's Girl
Please remember, I'm trying to keep Draco in character with what he's suppose to be in this fic...not the books...see third sentence of this chapter.
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Sunday came far too quickly and not soon enough. Jeni's mind and heart were still divided on the matter. All she knew was that Draco was arrogant and presuming, and far too handsome for his own good. This wasn't very much to commend him, although her heart insisted that this was ~definitely~ enough, especially the handsome bit. Her brain told her heart to shut up until it had some common sense.
Jeni hadn't really been sure what to wear – everyone took the trips to Hogsmeade as a chance to show off their muggle wardrobes, and since she was a half-blood, Jeni's was pretty big. If anything, this had made the decision more difficult. But in the end she'd decided to keep it simple, and went with jeans and her blue and white shirt. On her way out she grabbed her summer cloak – the weather was starting to cool off. The cloak was a shade of blue-grey that matched her eyes.
She wanted to see Draco before he saw her, so she stopped at the top of the stairs and looked around the crowded hall full of students trying to find their friends. She finally saw him standing right at the bottom of the stairs, and he was looking straight up at her, rather like Rhett in "Gone with the Wind", although the situation was definitely not as romantic. He too was wearing jeans but with a pale grey shirt. Jeni looked away, her cheeks burning. So much for seeing him first.
The whole time she was descending, she could feel his eyes watching her, and when she got to the foot of the staircase, she felt him grip her hand gently in his. Jeni stomach tightened pleasantly and a tingling sensation ran up her arm. People were finally being allowed to leave, and they headed over to the exit, having not said one word to each other. Their names were marked off and they left the school to begin the walk to Hogsmeade after receiving a curious glance from Filch.
'So,' Jeni began in a desperate effort to begin a conversation. 'What do you want to do when we get there?' She glanced around at the sky, the trees, anything but Draco.
Jeni felt Draco shrug. 'What do you want to do?'
'Hey!' Jeni cried, 'I asked you first!'
'So?' came the nonchalant reply.
'So, you have to answer first!' Jeni told him.
'Hmm...' Draco said thoughtfully. 'What to do...'
'Well,' Jeni said helpfully, 'What did you used to do when you came here with other people?'
'Make out.' Draco replied instantaneously, but casually, looking at her to gauge her reaction.
His comment seemed to have the desired effect. Jeni was stunned into speechlessness, her cheeks turning bright red, and Draco looked away, smirking.
'So, your turn.' He returned to the conversation brightly. 'What do you normally do?'
'Um...' Jeni said, still trying to get the mental image of Draco making out with several OTHER girls out of her head. 'Char and I used to go to the Three Broomsticks and just sit and chat...y'know...'
'Char?'
'My best friend...don't you know her?' Jeni paused and Draco shook his head. 'She was really tall and had short blond hair...' Draco looked like he was thinking very hard. Jeni sighed. 'Don't worry...she's gone to France this year 'cause her father had to move for work,' Jeni had no idea why she was telling Draco this. 'I've never come without her.'
'Best and only friend, eh?'
Jeni nodded, looking away from him, slightly embarrassed at her limited friendship group. Very limited.
'Well, I don't think I've ever come without a girlfriend myself.' Draco said, matter-of-factly.
Jeni didn't find this hard to believe. 'Ever come with Emily?' she asked as they walked into the Three Broomsticks and sat down at a table, receiving more curious glances from fellow students at other tables.
'Who?...oh, no.' Draco replied, realising.
'Why not?' Jeni asked, curious herself. Emily ~was~ very beautiful.
'Oh, I don't know...' Draco wondered. 'She's very cold, I suppose. I like people who are different from me.'
Oh, thought Jeni. She felt slightly sorry for Emily.
'What about you?' Draco asked. 'What kind of guys do you like? Apart from Harry Potter, of course.'
Jeni blushed. 'I don't know...' she said, 'I've never really thought about it...I haven't been out with that many guys...' she trailed off, looking away, again. Why did Draco always make her feel so embarrassed? So much younger than him? It was only one year, after all.
'You'll figure it out eventually.' Draco reassured her. For a moment he actually looked almost brotherly.
Arg! Thought Jeni. Imagine going out with your BROTHER! She shook her head to get the thought out of her head, and inadvertently managed to flick Draco in the face with her hair. 'Arg!' cried Jeni, flushing crimson once more.
Draco only seemed to be amused. 'What was that all about?' he asked, almost laughing aloud.
If anything, Jeni turned redder. 'Nothing!' She yelped, her voice squeaking. 'Nothing at all!'
'If you're sure...' Draco had that concerned brother thing going again, Jeni noticed. Perhaps he's not so bad after all...thought her brain. DEATHEATER'S SON! It reprimanded itself. 'I'll go get drinks, K?' He asked her.
Jeni just nodded, staring at the table. Once he was gone, she clamped her cold hands to her cheeks to try and cool her face. By the time Draco returned, her face had resumed a paler shade of red.
Jeni pulled her butterbeer towards herself, grateful for the distraction. She had reverted to glancing everywhere but at Draco himself.
When she allowed herself a flash glance at him, beside her, she almost spilt butterbeer all over herself when she realised he had been watching her intently the whole time. She looked quickly away again, over to a table that had been claimed by a large group of Hufflepuff girls. Her eyes moved slightly to the side, and she started to see a pair of bright green eyes glaring at her across the room. Jeni stood abruptly, causing the table to wobble and threatening to knock over the drinks.
'Um...Draco?' she asked, her voice timid, looking at him but watching Emily out of the corner of her eye.
'Yeah?' He replied, confused.
'Can...can we go now?'
'But...'
'Please?' she practically begged him.
'Alright...' he said. 'Where do you want to go?'
'Somewhere out side...' she said vaguely, heading for the door.
He hurried after her, and they stepped out into the late morning sun.
Jeni turned sharply and scurried off down the street, away from the Three Broomsticks. Draco easily caught her up.
'What was all that about?' He asked. Jeni thought he must be doubting her psychological stability by now.
'Nothing,' she answered, her voice still high-pitched for some strange and unexplained reason. She didn't want to tell him about Emily.
'Is it something to do with Emily?' he said, stopping in the middle of the street and grabbing her shoulder to stop her too.
Damn.
'What makes you think that it has anything to do with her?' She asked, her voice wavering so much that it was obvious.
He raised an eyebrow. 'That sounds like a direct insult to my intelligence.' He said, jokingly.
Jeni glanced around. 'Well...Emily said that if I didn't stop doing whatever it was that I'd done to you then she'd...well...I don't know exactly, but...'
'What did she think you'd done to me?' This whole thing seemed to greatly amuse Draco.
Jeni looked around again and pulled him into a nearby side street. 'She thinks I've put a love spell on you or something...' She trailed off.
Draco now looked on the verge of hysterics. This was something that she hadn't thought she'd ever see. 'A love spell?!' he exclaimed, leaning one arm against the wall. He was almost bent double by now.
Jeni nodded, backing away slowly. Draco seemed to be losing his marbles, so to speak. She wondered if he even knew what marbles were, being pure blood and all.
'I don't know what it is about you,' Draco said, regaining seriousness, 'but it definitely isn't a love spell.'
He reached out to seize both her wrists and pulled her close to him, her arms folding against his chest. Jeni's face was a picture of bewilderment, her eyes wavering as they gazed into his like an animal confronted with the headlights of an approaching car. But all that stopped when she saw the gentle, caring smile on his face, the total lack of cynicism, or sarcasm that usually dominated his features.
Draco slowly slipped his hands down around her waist, pulling her closer, and Jeni flattened her palms against his chest. She tilted her head back so she could still see Draco's face and he took that opportunity to lean down and kiss her.
Once more, Jeni felt like someone had lit a fire inside her, the heat rushed through her veins, settling mostly down her front and arms where their bodies touched. She instinctively stretched her arms up and linked her finger's behind Draco's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She thought she could have stayed like that all day, if her legs could hold up – right now they weren't doing too well.
Finally, the communications nerve in her brain woke from it's snooze and got a message through from the logic department. It finally struck her as to what she was doing – WARNING! Screamed her brain. YOU ARE MAKING-OUT WITH DRACO MALFOY, DEATHEATER'S SON!! ESCAPE!!
The message came at just the right time, as Draco's hand was starting to slip up her top, sending quite pleasant shivers up and down her spine.
She grabbed Draco's wrists and pulled them away from her, stepping back quickly. Jeni turned away and drew her cloak defensively around herself.
'What's wrong?' Draco asked, concerned. He stepped forward and touched her shoulder but she flinched away. 'If I'm going too fast, just tell me, I'll...'
'It's not that...' Jeni cut in. 'I just...I can't do this!' She turned, looking Draco in the eye, and he could see her fear.
'Do what?' he asked, confused.
'This!' she cried. 'This! You're a DEATHEATER'S SON, for god's sake, I don't know what I was thinking!' she exclaimed, more to herself than Draco.
'What!' Draco was shocked. 'I'm nothing like my father!'
'Yes, you are!' she told him. 'You're arrogant and presuming and self obsessed – I don't know why I even came today.' Jeni turned and walked back towards the main road.
'Wait!' Draco called after her. 'You're just letting Emily win!'
But when Jeni turned back briefly, and Draco saw the tears, the expression, in her eyes, it was all the answer he needed.
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'The course of true love never did run smooth'
so true...so true...
How'd you like chapter 11, then? Major fluff attack, I know, but you'll live...well, possibly Crimson Sun won't, she'll be suffocated by the fluff balls or something, but hey! No great loss, right? Just kidding...I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I SWEAR! Why ARE you reading this if you don't like fluff?! I LOVE fluff...so cute! I can just imagine little fluff bunnies hopping around everywhere...ANYWAY...please review, please & thanks! Cute fluff bunnies to everyone who does, and evil people eating basilisks to those who don't. Except Crimson Sun, who should reverse the aforementioned threat/gift. ;D
Also, just quickly, it has suddenly occurred to me what song is very...well, reasonably, suitable for this fic...so far. It's 'Little Voice' sung by Hilary Duff...If you like reading fluff, you should like her too. But anyway, I won't put the whole song here, just the chorus, but if you're that interested, and you should be, you can find the lyrics on some site somewhere on the internet. Or just review and ask me to put them up in another chapter. So, here's the chorus:
"The little voice in my head won't let me forget,
The little voice in my head is never misled,
All of this noise is what keeps me from making a mess,
The little voice in my head just won't let me get with you."
R&R PEOPLE!
Jeni Draco's Girl
Please remember, I'm trying to keep Draco in character with what he's suppose to be in this fic...not the books...see third sentence of this chapter.
~~
Sunday came far too quickly and not soon enough. Jeni's mind and heart were still divided on the matter. All she knew was that Draco was arrogant and presuming, and far too handsome for his own good. This wasn't very much to commend him, although her heart insisted that this was ~definitely~ enough, especially the handsome bit. Her brain told her heart to shut up until it had some common sense.
Jeni hadn't really been sure what to wear – everyone took the trips to Hogsmeade as a chance to show off their muggle wardrobes, and since she was a half-blood, Jeni's was pretty big. If anything, this had made the decision more difficult. But in the end she'd decided to keep it simple, and went with jeans and her blue and white shirt. On her way out she grabbed her summer cloak – the weather was starting to cool off. The cloak was a shade of blue-grey that matched her eyes.
She wanted to see Draco before he saw her, so she stopped at the top of the stairs and looked around the crowded hall full of students trying to find their friends. She finally saw him standing right at the bottom of the stairs, and he was looking straight up at her, rather like Rhett in "Gone with the Wind", although the situation was definitely not as romantic. He too was wearing jeans but with a pale grey shirt. Jeni looked away, her cheeks burning. So much for seeing him first.
The whole time she was descending, she could feel his eyes watching her, and when she got to the foot of the staircase, she felt him grip her hand gently in his. Jeni stomach tightened pleasantly and a tingling sensation ran up her arm. People were finally being allowed to leave, and they headed over to the exit, having not said one word to each other. Their names were marked off and they left the school to begin the walk to Hogsmeade after receiving a curious glance from Filch.
'So,' Jeni began in a desperate effort to begin a conversation. 'What do you want to do when we get there?' She glanced around at the sky, the trees, anything but Draco.
Jeni felt Draco shrug. 'What do you want to do?'
'Hey!' Jeni cried, 'I asked you first!'
'So?' came the nonchalant reply.
'So, you have to answer first!' Jeni told him.
'Hmm...' Draco said thoughtfully. 'What to do...'
'Well,' Jeni said helpfully, 'What did you used to do when you came here with other people?'
'Make out.' Draco replied instantaneously, but casually, looking at her to gauge her reaction.
His comment seemed to have the desired effect. Jeni was stunned into speechlessness, her cheeks turning bright red, and Draco looked away, smirking.
'So, your turn.' He returned to the conversation brightly. 'What do you normally do?'
'Um...' Jeni said, still trying to get the mental image of Draco making out with several OTHER girls out of her head. 'Char and I used to go to the Three Broomsticks and just sit and chat...y'know...'
'Char?'
'My best friend...don't you know her?' Jeni paused and Draco shook his head. 'She was really tall and had short blond hair...' Draco looked like he was thinking very hard. Jeni sighed. 'Don't worry...she's gone to France this year 'cause her father had to move for work,' Jeni had no idea why she was telling Draco this. 'I've never come without her.'
'Best and only friend, eh?'
Jeni nodded, looking away from him, slightly embarrassed at her limited friendship group. Very limited.
'Well, I don't think I've ever come without a girlfriend myself.' Draco said, matter-of-factly.
Jeni didn't find this hard to believe. 'Ever come with Emily?' she asked as they walked into the Three Broomsticks and sat down at a table, receiving more curious glances from fellow students at other tables.
'Who?...oh, no.' Draco replied, realising.
'Why not?' Jeni asked, curious herself. Emily ~was~ very beautiful.
'Oh, I don't know...' Draco wondered. 'She's very cold, I suppose. I like people who are different from me.'
Oh, thought Jeni. She felt slightly sorry for Emily.
'What about you?' Draco asked. 'What kind of guys do you like? Apart from Harry Potter, of course.'
Jeni blushed. 'I don't know...' she said, 'I've never really thought about it...I haven't been out with that many guys...' she trailed off, looking away, again. Why did Draco always make her feel so embarrassed? So much younger than him? It was only one year, after all.
'You'll figure it out eventually.' Draco reassured her. For a moment he actually looked almost brotherly.
Arg! Thought Jeni. Imagine going out with your BROTHER! She shook her head to get the thought out of her head, and inadvertently managed to flick Draco in the face with her hair. 'Arg!' cried Jeni, flushing crimson once more.
Draco only seemed to be amused. 'What was that all about?' he asked, almost laughing aloud.
If anything, Jeni turned redder. 'Nothing!' She yelped, her voice squeaking. 'Nothing at all!'
'If you're sure...' Draco had that concerned brother thing going again, Jeni noticed. Perhaps he's not so bad after all...thought her brain. DEATHEATER'S SON! It reprimanded itself. 'I'll go get drinks, K?' He asked her.
Jeni just nodded, staring at the table. Once he was gone, she clamped her cold hands to her cheeks to try and cool her face. By the time Draco returned, her face had resumed a paler shade of red.
Jeni pulled her butterbeer towards herself, grateful for the distraction. She had reverted to glancing everywhere but at Draco himself.
When she allowed herself a flash glance at him, beside her, she almost spilt butterbeer all over herself when she realised he had been watching her intently the whole time. She looked quickly away again, over to a table that had been claimed by a large group of Hufflepuff girls. Her eyes moved slightly to the side, and she started to see a pair of bright green eyes glaring at her across the room. Jeni stood abruptly, causing the table to wobble and threatening to knock over the drinks.
'Um...Draco?' she asked, her voice timid, looking at him but watching Emily out of the corner of her eye.
'Yeah?' He replied, confused.
'Can...can we go now?'
'But...'
'Please?' she practically begged him.
'Alright...' he said. 'Where do you want to go?'
'Somewhere out side...' she said vaguely, heading for the door.
He hurried after her, and they stepped out into the late morning sun.
Jeni turned sharply and scurried off down the street, away from the Three Broomsticks. Draco easily caught her up.
'What was all that about?' He asked. Jeni thought he must be doubting her psychological stability by now.
'Nothing,' she answered, her voice still high-pitched for some strange and unexplained reason. She didn't want to tell him about Emily.
'Is it something to do with Emily?' he said, stopping in the middle of the street and grabbing her shoulder to stop her too.
Damn.
'What makes you think that it has anything to do with her?' She asked, her voice wavering so much that it was obvious.
He raised an eyebrow. 'That sounds like a direct insult to my intelligence.' He said, jokingly.
Jeni glanced around. 'Well...Emily said that if I didn't stop doing whatever it was that I'd done to you then she'd...well...I don't know exactly, but...'
'What did she think you'd done to me?' This whole thing seemed to greatly amuse Draco.
Jeni looked around again and pulled him into a nearby side street. 'She thinks I've put a love spell on you or something...' She trailed off.
Draco now looked on the verge of hysterics. This was something that she hadn't thought she'd ever see. 'A love spell?!' he exclaimed, leaning one arm against the wall. He was almost bent double by now.
Jeni nodded, backing away slowly. Draco seemed to be losing his marbles, so to speak. She wondered if he even knew what marbles were, being pure blood and all.
'I don't know what it is about you,' Draco said, regaining seriousness, 'but it definitely isn't a love spell.'
He reached out to seize both her wrists and pulled her close to him, her arms folding against his chest. Jeni's face was a picture of bewilderment, her eyes wavering as they gazed into his like an animal confronted with the headlights of an approaching car. But all that stopped when she saw the gentle, caring smile on his face, the total lack of cynicism, or sarcasm that usually dominated his features.
Draco slowly slipped his hands down around her waist, pulling her closer, and Jeni flattened her palms against his chest. She tilted her head back so she could still see Draco's face and he took that opportunity to lean down and kiss her.
Once more, Jeni felt like someone had lit a fire inside her, the heat rushed through her veins, settling mostly down her front and arms where their bodies touched. She instinctively stretched her arms up and linked her finger's behind Draco's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She thought she could have stayed like that all day, if her legs could hold up – right now they weren't doing too well.
Finally, the communications nerve in her brain woke from it's snooze and got a message through from the logic department. It finally struck her as to what she was doing – WARNING! Screamed her brain. YOU ARE MAKING-OUT WITH DRACO MALFOY, DEATHEATER'S SON!! ESCAPE!!
The message came at just the right time, as Draco's hand was starting to slip up her top, sending quite pleasant shivers up and down her spine.
She grabbed Draco's wrists and pulled them away from her, stepping back quickly. Jeni turned away and drew her cloak defensively around herself.
'What's wrong?' Draco asked, concerned. He stepped forward and touched her shoulder but she flinched away. 'If I'm going too fast, just tell me, I'll...'
'It's not that...' Jeni cut in. 'I just...I can't do this!' She turned, looking Draco in the eye, and he could see her fear.
'Do what?' he asked, confused.
'This!' she cried. 'This! You're a DEATHEATER'S SON, for god's sake, I don't know what I was thinking!' she exclaimed, more to herself than Draco.
'What!' Draco was shocked. 'I'm nothing like my father!'
'Yes, you are!' she told him. 'You're arrogant and presuming and self obsessed – I don't know why I even came today.' Jeni turned and walked back towards the main road.
'Wait!' Draco called after her. 'You're just letting Emily win!'
But when Jeni turned back briefly, and Draco saw the tears, the expression, in her eyes, it was all the answer he needed.
~~
'The course of true love never did run smooth'
so true...so true...
How'd you like chapter 11, then? Major fluff attack, I know, but you'll live...well, possibly Crimson Sun won't, she'll be suffocated by the fluff balls or something, but hey! No great loss, right? Just kidding...I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I SWEAR! Why ARE you reading this if you don't like fluff?! I LOVE fluff...so cute! I can just imagine little fluff bunnies hopping around everywhere...ANYWAY...please review, please & thanks! Cute fluff bunnies to everyone who does, and evil people eating basilisks to those who don't. Except Crimson Sun, who should reverse the aforementioned threat/gift. ;D
Also, just quickly, it has suddenly occurred to me what song is very...well, reasonably, suitable for this fic...so far. It's 'Little Voice' sung by Hilary Duff...If you like reading fluff, you should like her too. But anyway, I won't put the whole song here, just the chorus, but if you're that interested, and you should be, you can find the lyrics on some site somewhere on the internet. Or just review and ask me to put them up in another chapter. So, here's the chorus:
"The little voice in my head won't let me forget,
The little voice in my head is never misled,
All of this noise is what keeps me from making a mess,
The little voice in my head just won't let me get with you."
R&R PEOPLE!