Draco Malfoy couldn't be any more elated about this new turn of events. Stupid Potter had just ruined anything that he could have had with his Ginevra and she was 100 over the fool. If there was one woman out there in the Wizarding World that was made specifically for him it was the youngest Weasley. She was fiery when he was cold, humor to lighten his dark moods, and could put him in his place without loosing a beat. That was the kind of woman he had been looking for, the other part of himself.
Although his inner thoughts were that of a mushy romance novel, his outside displayed that of a cruel, cold, calculating, and controlling heir to a fortune. The look was the same his father had mastered over the years. It's said the most flattering thing is mimicry, but this was one instance the statement was way off base. The "mask", as Ginevra and the rest of the Slytherins had started calling it towards the beginning, was the expected look of someone in his position. A show of any other emotion was a show of weakness and not to be shown. It only came off when he chose, in private, or in the security of the Slytherin common room.
Many of the older Slytherins had started to adopt this "mask" during the whole controversy of the war and their "expected" involvement. Precious Potter failed to comprehend the dangers of going against a family of Deatheaters, and he called us spoiled brats. It was something that Ginevra had said to them one day in the dungeons, "He better be glad he's the hero. He wouldn't last long playing your parts."
The truth of the statement warranted a better look for themselves. Only his Nevra could make something like that sound as if they were the bravest soldiers in the war. Yes in the end it was Potter saying the Killing Curse that ended the Dark Lord's rein, but it was with people like Nevra and her mother that let the children of Deatheaters get a second chance at a life that had been planned for failure since the beginning.
Of course all those meetings with Nevra and her mother were strictly on a need to know basis and very confidential. It wouldn't look good for the rest of the world to know that the mother of six Weasleys, and adopted mother of a Potter, and a Granger had taken them in like her own and treated them like toddlers. Merlin, it embarrassed the whole house when a crate of Weasley sweaters showed up for Christmas that year. They all knew that a list of names was given to Mrs. Weasley by Ginevra, but they just couldn't hate her for it. She's annoying that way.
It was after Snape had unofficially claimed her under Slytherin that he had gotten an idea of a future with the fiery witch. The way she carried herself, not caring about other's opinions, her pride and slyness matched that of any Slytherin, and dear Merlin the mouth and wit on that girl. It was a treat to watch her in action, "pure evil in motion" was what he liked to call it. He reluctantly admitted that he had pined for her since their first encounter at the book store her first year. The gall of the girl to stand up to him, and for Potter no less was nothing short of admirable.
That was the problem though, Potter. It was always Potter for the first year or two, but then she started to date. He made it his personal goal to break them up before anything serious happened. She was too good to be with such losers as Corner or Thomas. When the news of her lose of virginity to that heathen Seamus got around, well he had to take out his frustration on something. He thought her name was Rachel, Susan, or something close, but that was the only time he had someone in his bed. It was fair when you thought about it, an eye for an eye so to speak.
This was going to be the year though. He had waited patiently and he had waited diligently for her to come to the same conclusion he had made after Potter hadn't shaken his hand their first year: That Harry James Potter was a fool, blind, and to stupid to live a happy life with a creature such as Ginevra Molly Weasley. He could see it now, she would get bored of Potter so quickly it would make him question if they were every together in the first place. She needed a challenge and someone that would fight back with her, someone to stimulate all her senses. Potter would give in too quickly and accept her decision without question because he didn't want to fight. He always knew that Potter was a quitter, and that was why he would loose her. Why would a girl as fiery as Ginevra want a push over for a boyfriend and husband?
After that little display at breakfast, he knew the time had come to ask her out, of course not right away. Being the rebound guy was not in the cards for him, and he wanted this to last forever if he had anything to say. He was the first to spot her sitting at a table in Potions. Being the clever witch she is, and annoying Snape till he signed the course documents, placing her in 6th Year Potions with his house and those moronic Gryffindors. When he sat on the empty stool beside her, he was on the receiving end of a questioning glare, which he could only respond with a defensive, "What?"
She rolled her eyes at his act, "You know perfectly well 'what'. You better get it out of your system quickly before class starts, or I'll be silencing you for the remained of it. Snape may tolerate us, but he still doesn't like disruptions in his dungeon."
Draco gave her an accepting look before starting, "I was just going to applaud you on your marvelous "One Woman Show" this morning. Also, to ask if you wanted a cut of my winnings. I'll split it 60-40."
"I'm so happy and thrilled that my conversation with Harry was overheard by the rest of the hall. It's always a pleasure doing business with you though. I'll take my 60 now please, you can keep the change," an elegant hand faced palm up waiting to snatch the loose coins. He gave her a deranged look like she was insane, and was about to protest but she cut him to the quick, "Excuse me little boy, but I did everything. You're lucky you're receiving 40. Don't make me fight you, for you will lose."
Giving the coldest sneer that was he was able to procure, he roughly pushed the coin purse into her hands. She quickly snatched and put it in one of her cloak pockets. This might have been a let down, but nothing was going to ruin his day after this morning. He was about to open his mouth to say something when the rest of the class filed in, all giving Ginevra either a look of awe, or in case of the Golden Trio, a look of contempt. Each look just rolled off her back while she continued to look unimpressed. The chatter surrounding this morning's revelation was still being talked about and was sure to continue for the next day or two.
All noise ceased with the slamming of the heavy metal door, allowing entrance to the room. Snape, in all his black robes and standard sneer, made his way to the front of the room looking straight forward like no one was present. With a flourish of his robes, he faced the class, looking proudly over his house and scornfully over the Gryffindors.
"With the topic of this morning's musing, today's lesson shall be in honor of our own Mr. Potter. Turn to page 376 and start."
With the sound of book covers smashing open to the right page, the class broke into laughter when the title of the potion appeared in big red blocked letters, "Contraception".
"Silence! Get to work or detention for all of you," Snape snapped angrily before turning back to the work at his desk.
Getting over the amusement of the day's lesson, Draco looked over to Nevra already getting the ingredients. He just stared at her for a few moments before following her lead. Throughout the rest of the day, he couldn't get the one though out of his mind. He would have her, and soon.