Road Block
Draco yawned into his hand and concentrated on the book before him. THe book had been a gift years ago from his mother. Like Ella's book in Ella Enchanted, it showed the owner what they wanted to see. Now Draco was looking at a three year old picture of Ginny Weasley and her family. They were standing in front of a pyramid. The article talked about how Ginny's family had won the lottery or something and went to Egypt.
There wasn't enough about Ginny. He flipped the page to see a picture of her. She was sitting at a table. Her long legs were pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped haphazardly around them. She was looking off into the distance. As he watched her jaw worked a peice of gum and she blew a pink bubble.
There was an article about her winning a prize for good sportsmanship in a little league Quidditch game. She beamed at him through her seven year old face, a tooth missing on her upper jaw.
THere was nothing about her scar.
He shut the book. He had spent the past three days wondering about it. The scar was small, barely noticible but placed just so that one had to wonder.
Draco winced as he noticed Pansy Parkinson enter the common room. He braced himself. Sure enough, pansy squealed and leapt on him as soon as she noticed him.
"Drakey!"
"Pansy."
Draco sat silently as Pansy rambled on about one thing or another. As usual, she didn't wait for his answers, just supplied her own.
"So I was thinking we should definitly punish people who can't dress well. I mean honestly. they should be forced to wear out of date clothes. Like Roman or Medival."
Because he was bored, Draco interjected. "I like Medival clothes."
Pansy stared at him as though he had grown an extra head. "What?"
"I like the Medival dresses. They're pretty. I think women look fantastic in them. Especially women with a bit of cleavage." He added spitfully. Pansy was woefully flat chested.
He expected a rebuke, but no such luck. Pansy just smiled. "Oh Drakey. You just don't get it. Someday you'll be mine. I'll make sure of it."
She kissed hs nose and sauntered off. Draco watched her go. This called for drastic measures. He would not have that wench trailing him.
(A/N: Ugh, last update for the day my fine readers. I should have more for you tommorrow, depending on my schedule. I think my mom wants me to go vote. Bah. Voting is no where near as important as fics.