Chapter Two: Where It Began
A/N: 2020 - Revised!
2006 - Well, here goes chapter two! I think I may be having the chapters alternate POVs, going between Ginny and Draco. Of course, then you can't count on a consistent length, but whatever! I'm trying! lol
Tuesday, the second day of Draco's seventh and final year at Hogwarts, found him up early. Naturally, he was spending the extra time fixing up his hair. There is no way she'll be able to resist the Malfoy charm, especially when paired up with such great hair! he thought rather vainly to himself. His latest mark was the dark-haired Ravenclaw he'd set his eyes on during lunch the previous day. What was her name? Oh, yeah..Lisa Turpin. Her hair was long, her skin pale, a picture of perfection completed by bright red lips and vibrant blue eyes. Gorgeous, in Draco's book, anyway.
Draco pulled himself out of his reverie and glanced over at his lifelong friend, Blaise Zabini. The other boy was still snoring in his bed, his usually-spiked black hair now rumpled from sleep. Slytherin dormitory rooms were smaller than the ones up in the towers, and only slept two students to a room. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle occupied the neighboring room, and were undoubtedly also snoring. Draco sighed and began shoving books and fresh rolls of parchment into his fine leather school bag, pausing only when he picked up a blue-green iridescent quill.
Oh, yeah..the Weaselette's. Serves her right for tripping.
Draco frowned at the thought-he had been the one to trip her, after all. He supposed it was revenge for Weasley and Potter's latest offense, though just what that might be this time, Draco was not sure. He racked his mind, and settled contentedly on the fact that they had ever been born.
Now that his mind was on the matter, Ginny Weasley seemed different than she had last year. Somehow more confident, brighter, and certainly more grown up. Draco couldn't help but note the ways in which these new looks suited her. Where her red hair used to be unflatteringly straight, it now hung down her back in nice waves. Not only that, but her petite figure was no longer just bones. Now there was some actual shape to her.
An hour later found Draco in the Great Hall, seated between his ex-girlfriend Pansy (who didn't quite seem to understand what 'ex' meant) and Blaise (who didn't quite seem to realize what 'taken' meant, if his ogling the pretty blonde Slytherin across from them was anything to go by). Draco was deep in thought as he worked through his breakfast when a name he hadn't expected to hear wormed its way to his ears. He turned to Pansy, who had apparently been under the pretense that he'd been listening to her all this time.
"Why is Weasley staring at you?" she pouted.
Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor table and scanned for red hair… there. She was indeed staring at him. What's her problem? He smirked and winked, satisfied to elicit the desired reaction: a blush and quick turn to Granger, who nodded and passed her a plate of sausages. Smirk still on his face, turned to Pansy and shrugged. Huffing, she turned away to talk to Millicent.
After breakfast, Draco exited the Great Hall with Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy, and headed for the dungeons. They were cut off at the Grand Staircase by flaming hair and a furious glower.
"What do you want, Little Weasel?" Draco sneered at her. The usual response from his crowd; a series of titters and snickers.
"Give it back, Malfoy," she demanded, eyes flaring.
What in Merlin's name does she think I have?
"I don't believe I know what you're talking about," he drawled as he racked his mind trying to fill in the blank.
"You bloody well know what I want. Give me my quill."
Oh..that.
"Oh, this old thing?" Draco fished it out of his bag and held it up, jerking it out of Weasley's reach as she snatched at it. "I'll bet Potter got it for you. That's right, isn't it?" he jeered, watching her cheeks burn red.
"Give. It. Back." It amused Draco to see her steamed up, and if he didn't know better he'd swear her hair was beginning to crackle.
"I don't think so, I rather like it," he said as he pocketed the quill and brushed past her, leaving her to glare after him. He smirked to himself, cool gray eyes heartless as ever.
A/N: 2006 - Thanks for reading..sorry for the short chapter! Please R&R, but don't be TOO cruel..