The Little Mouse that Roared

Eyce Queen

Rating: G
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 07/09/2003
Last Updated: 06/11/2003
Status: in_progress

Ginny Weasley has always been the quiet little mouse. What if, however, on the worst day of her life she proved to everyone that she could roar?

Chapters

1. Cat and Mouse

2. A Roaring Mouse

3. Bad Day?

4. New Me

5. Audacity

6. Threats and Curses

1. Cat and Mouse

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Chapter One:

(A/N. Hello everyone! This is my first Ginny/Draco fic. I hope you enjoy! PLEASE REVIEW!)

Ginny Weasley had always been the quiet one. The shy little girl in the corner. Now she was no longer a little girl, she was fifteen years old, but she was still the timid girl she’s always been. Funny how nothing changes, even with time. She sighed as she stared at her reflection. She saw a short, skinny girl, with no posture and nothing but insecurity in her doe-like brown eyes. She turned away, grabbed her bag from the floor of the dormitory and went down to the common room for her second day of her fifth year. The ‘Golden Trio’ were standing off in the corner and Ginny joined them. That is to say, she went and stood behind Harry Potter hoping, just as she had for the past four years or so, that he’d turn around and notice her. Turn, smile, and wish her a good morning. Just like in the past, the three ignored her. It wasn’t that they were mean; it was that they were so wrapped up in their perfect world, which only included them, that they had no time for anyone else. Hermione looked up at the clock and announced that they should go to breakfast. Ginny sighed and followed them out, trailing after them just as she always did. They reached the Great Hall and Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat down, leaving no room for her. With another sigh, Ginny plopped down next to Colin Creevey. She picked at her food half-heartedly.

“Ginny, can you show me how to do this? I think I cocked it up.” Colin asked looking up from his potion’s homework. Ginny pulled the book over and quickly did the problem. It wasn’t that she was a bookworm like Hermione; she studied because she had nothing better to do. She pushed the book back and toppled Parvati’s goblet into her food. She cursed and glared at Ginny.

“Blast it! Watch what you’re doing…uh…um…what’s your name again?” Parvati asked, her anger fading as confusion set in. Ginny’s heart sank, it wasn’t the first time someone had forgotten her name but it still hurt even after all this time. “Oi, Lavender, do you know her name?” Parvati asked, turning to he friend. Lavender looked over.

“She’s Ron’s sister.”

“But what’s her name?” Parvati insisted. Lavender shrugged and turned away. Parvati gave a shrug of her own and turned to talk to Seamus. Ginny nodded, nothing had changed over the summer. Why would it have? She grabbed her book bag and walked out of the Great Hall.

Silver-blond hair glistened in the sun that fell from the windows high above the tables where the students of Hogwarts sat. Draco Malfoy sighed and pushed his plate away.

“Draco?” A hesitant voice said. Draco turned and regarded Pansy Parkinson. He had once thought her cold beauty had been attractive but she had developed an annoying need for acceptance and a clingy aspect to their relationship which Draco despised.

“What?” His voice a subtle warning for her to leave him alone. Of course, another of Pansy’s faults was that she did not understand subtlety.

“How was your summer?” She chirped. Draco entertained the thought of strangling her.

“Dismal.” He spit out instead. She looked at him sympathetically. Draco thought that maybe a knife would work better…

“Really? Well I had a brilliant time in…” Pansy began but Draco’s mind wandered away as he looked around at the people in the Great Hall. His roaming silver eyes fell at the inseparable group of Gryffindors; Potter, Weasley, and the mudblood Granger. He’d once envied them their loyal friend and wonderful family, resented the warmth in which they basked. Now, he no longer cared. Draco had accepted the cold shadows he lived in and revelled in their mysterious glory. He taunted them for amusement, not revenge. No, he did not want to be bloody Harry Potter. It was far better to be the untouchable Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune. He looked down at his food and realized he was no longer hungry. With a sigh, he stood up and walked away, leaving Pansy to tell her story to an empty seat.

Thousands of miles from where his son was, Lucius Malfoy stood in a large room inside of a house that did not belong to him. In a large chair in front of him his Master sat stroking a large basilisk’s head.

“So, Lucius. You think that you are strong enough to be my right hand?” His Master asked, his voice low and sibilant. The creature’s face was in shadows thanks to the robe that the man wore.

“Yes, Master.” Lucius said, kneeling down before the most powerful wizard of all time, Voldemort.

“Very well, but you must prove yourself to me.” Voldemort said. Lucius nodded, accepting the statement.

“Yes, master. I will do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Lucius answered ignoring the mocking tone his Master had used. Voldemort laughed, a horrible sound that brought fear into Lucius’s icy heart.

“Good. I have a plan to defeat Dumbledore and Harry Potter for a final time. You will help me.” Voldemort said firmly. Lucius nodded.

“What must I do?”

“I need you to get me something for me.” Voldemort answered with a satisfied smirk.

“What is the plan, Master?”

“Ah, that will wait until later.” Voldemort said. “I need you to contact this man, and get this.” Voldemort said and handed Lucius a piece of parchment. Lucius’s eyes widened as he read what Voldemort wanted.

“Sir, this is…” Lucius began but Voldemort cut him off by raising an emaciated hand.

“Obey me, Lucius.” He said. Lucius bowed his head in shame and compliance, his silver hair falling forward.

“Yes, Master. I will comply.”

It had been two days since school started and Ginny was sitting in the common room on the couch near the roaring fire. She was studying for a test she would be having in Transfigurations tomorrow.

“Hey Gin, clear off.” Ron’s voice cut in through her thoughts. She looked up and saw three Gryffindors standing over her, the three. They looked like three predators watching their helpless prey. She sighed, shut her book, and stood up. Hermione shot her an apologetic look before they sat down and huddled together. Ginny wondered what they were talking about, but more than anything she wanted to know how much it cost to enter the world of these three. To be considered one of their own. She carried her books up to her dormitory and dropped down onto the comfortable bed. It wasn’t anything like the bed she had at home; hard and old. She snuggled into it with a smile. Suddenly the door opened and one of Ginny’s fellow fifth years came in giggling softly. She saw Ginny and frowned.

“Hey um…um…Gweny?” The girl said hesitantly. Ginny sighed, she knew she’d never liked this girl for a reason. She looked over Melissa’s shoulder and saw Seamus Finnigan. She shook her head again.

“It’s Ginny.” She corrected. Melissa shrugged and tossed her perfect, golden hair of her shoulder.

“Whatever. Can you go cram somewhere else?” Melissa demanded. Ginny shut her book for the second time and nodded.

“Yeah sure.” Ginny said unenthusiastically. Melissa smiled.

“Great! Thanks, Genny.” She said and Ginny grimaced. She stepped past the two Gryffindors and wondered idly where she’d go. She reluctantly settled on going to the library.

His black coat whipped behind him as Draco sauntered away from the dungeons and to the library. He moved as gracefully as a cat, and he had the arrogance to match. He grimaced as he stepped inside and saw that all the tables were taken. He glanced around and saw that one table only held one person. He approached and grinned when he saw who it was.

“What do we have here? The littlest Weasley.” Draco taunted. The young nymph-like girl looked up at him through her thick lashes.

“Hello.” She said. Her attempt at adding confidence to the statement failing miserably. Draco was getting bored, and he hated being bored.

“Look, Weaslette, I need to use this table and I despise company so go find Potter and lick his shoes or whatever it is you do to show your eternal devotion.”

“What?” She whispered, her voice trembling with incomprehension and fear. He sighed heavily.

“Bloody hell, do I need to spell it out for you?” He growled. She stared at him blankly. His eyes narrowed, he placed both hands on the table and leaned in close. “Get lost.” He snarled slowly. Her eyes widened comically and they glistened with unshed tears. She gathered up her things and ran away. With a triumphant smile, Draco dropped into the chair and threw his feet onto the table, opening up his Arithmetics book in his lap. He felt a pair of eyes on him and he looked up to face the eyes of the annoying boy with the camera who was always following Potter around. Draco glared at him, his eyes volatile silver. The lanky boy’s face filled with fear before he turned away. Draco’s pale lips set into a cold, cruel smile. Yes, he loved being Draco Malfoy.

2. A Roaring Mouse

Chapter Two:

(A/N. Thanks for all the reviews! And sod off all you lot that didn’t like it. LOL. Anyway enjoy this chappie! REVIEW!)

It was the bright sun shining in from the window that made Ginny wake up from her pleasant dreams. She moaned, sat up, and pushed her hair from her face. She glanced at the clock and cursed loudly, she was extremely late. She leapt off her bed, pulled off her pajamas and threw on some clothes. She emerged from her dormitory looking rumpled and exhausted. Her hair a mess and creases on her face from her pillow. She raced to the Great Hall hoping to get some breakfast. She reflected on the night before as she ran. She had come back to the common room after Malfoy had thrown her out and had waited until Seamus came down the stairs near midnight to walk up to her bed and go to sleep. She finally reached the Great Hall and groaned. Everyone was already gone. Ginny pulled out her schedule and her hands clenched around the paper. She had Potions first. She raced down the stairs and went crashing into someone. She closed her eyes, expecting the hard impact but instead she fell onto something soft and cushioned. She slowly opened her eyes. She had landed on Draco Malfoy. He was scowling at her.

“Oh, come on, Weasley. Get off of me.” He snarled. Ginny scrambled to get up and watched as Draco stood effortlessly. She stared up at him her eyes opened wide.

“Uh…Thank you for…”

“Breaking your fall?” Draco snarled angrily. Ginny nodded dumbly. Draco smirked and crossed his arms. “That’s not enough.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t be daft. I said that’s not enough.” He growled. She stared at him confusion clear on her face. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Forget it, Weasley, you’re as thick as your brother.” He sneered and stormed away. Ginny’s lip trembled and she bit it. She looked down at her watch and jumped. She was late!

Draco stalked up the stairs and to Professor Flitwick’s class. He knew she wouldn’t reprimand his tardiness but he cursed the Weasley girl anyway. She and her blasted brothers were always getting on his nerves. Most especially the girl. She was the meek little creature that let anyone step on her. He hated that. He frowned wondering at his strange thoughts. What did he care that the Weasley girl was a pushover mouse? He shrugged his right shoulder, pushing his bag up as he crossed the grounds. He must have over slept and that was why he was having these strange thoughts about a certain red-headed girl. For no one else had held his attention for more than a minute.

At lunch, Ginny rested her head on her arms. She had indeed arrived late to Snape’s class and he had taken off twenty points and had given her a detention. In herbology, Ginny had managed to spill bright blue nectar from some plant onto her favourite shirt and poison the plant she was growing thus earning herself another detention. Just before lunch, Ginny had taken her Transfigurations test and failed horribly, she had forgotten to study after leaving the library. She was having a bad day, that being an understatement of a lifetime. She stood up slowly, Hagrid had asked her to make use of her free period and come help out for the class he had with the sixth years next. Walking across the Great Hall wrapped in her thoughts, she didn’t hear Colin’s warning shout. That’s why she slipped on a goblet of spilt juice and landed flat on her rear. Ginny looked at her orange tinted hands and could have screamed. She stood up and rushed to her bedroom to change.

She sprinted across the grounds. Her little slip had cost her a whole fifteen minutes and now she was late for the sixth year Care of Magical Creatures class. She reached Hagrid’s cabin and slowed, wheezing loudly. She spotted Colin and Melissa a ways off. They would help too because they needed the credits. Ginny saw Harry and walked up to him.

“Hiya, Harry.” She smiled. He looked down at her and sighed, looking away uncomfortably.

“Hello Ginny.” He said flatly. Her smile wavered but then she caught sight of Hagrid’s giant form coming up from his cabin. He smiled at her warmly.

“Did ya bring tha notes I asked ya to?” Hagrid asked. Ginny nodded and pulled out the papers from her bag. Hermione nodded approvingly and Ron grinned.

“See what did I tell you? Old reliable.” Hermione said with a contented grin. Ron smiled at her.

“Yeah, Genie’s great.” Melissa agreed a vacant smile on her beautiful face. Ginny felt her anger boiling up. Anger that had been growing with her increasingly awful day.

“Oh, what a sight. My favourite Gryffindors all in a line.” Draco’s taunting voice came. He sauntered up to them. “And the Weaslette too? What? Did you think that if you did this enough they’d pay you? You bloody well need it.” This was too much for Ginny. She felt her hefty amount of patience and tolerance stretch…and snap.

“That’s it!” She screamed startling everyone. “Maybe I don’t want to be reliable all the time! Did anyone think of that? I’m not some doormat everyone can stomp on! Blimey, Hermione I’d think you would know not to take people for granted.” She said glaring at the bushy haired girl. Then she turned to Harry who was staring at her wide-eyed. “And you Harry, I've fancied you for the past five years and don't you dare act like you haven't noticed. Or is it really such an inconvenience? You know what? I'm tired of you and your stale remarks! Obviously your heroism is just too good enough for feeble little me! Oh, and Malfoy, we are most definitely not some vermin you can insult whenever you feel the need to. Why don't you go back to your faithful groupies and bask in their sick devotion to you.” Ginny snapped and started to turn away then she stopped. “Oh and Melissa? For the last time my name is GINNY!” She shouted and the stormed away.

Next to Hagrid’s cabin, everyone wore shocked expressions. Even the Slytherins. Draco suddenly started to snicker, making everyone turn to look at him. Never in any of their lives had they heard Draco Malfoy laugh and this was the closest they would come to hearing it. He continued to snigger despite the shock and incomprehension on everyone’s faces. He finally was able to stop his sly laughter and smirked at them all.

“Man, I never knew she had it in her.” He said with satisfaction in his voice. He grinned at the golden trio. “Looks like your little mouse just opened her mouth and roared.” He said, then turned and sauntered away, feeling more than content with himself. He couldn’t believe he had played a part in making Ginny Weasley snap. She had startled even him, and it was a strange thing when someone managed to startle him. He would enjoy getting to know the young Gryffindor better. Maybe he would find something he didn’t expect and he would so love that. He grinned and strutted into the castle. Maybe now she would see that it was better to be the dominating cat than the cowering mouse.

3. Bad Day?

Chapter Three:

(A/N. Before anyone asks yes I got inspiration from Grease for this chapter. Also I’d like to say she’s NOT planning on losing her virginity just to prove something. K? Power outages suck. I lost power for two days but a lot of people still don’t have power. I live in DC and the hurricane Isabelle hit us hard. There are trees and live wires everywhere. My school didn’t have power for days so we lost like four days of school YEAH! LOL. A tree fell on my window and we had to cut it down the next day. Luckily the window didn’t break. I’m sorry I didn’t update for so long. I’ve been too busy! Anyway here it is! Enjoy and thanks for all the nice reviews!)

She couldn’t believe she had done that. Ginny was sitting in the back of the library, her small head resting in her slender hands.

“Now they’re all going to hate me.” She whispered, her voice trembling with unshed tears. Suddenly she heard voices coming from the other side of the bookcase that stood in front of her.

“God, did you hear about that Weasley girl?” A female voice whispered. Ginny leaned closer.

“No, what happened?” Another feminine voice asked eagerly. The second person speaking had a much higher voice…

“She totally lost it in Care of Magical Creatures class. She started yelling at everyone there.” The first voice said.

“Really? Oh my gosh, you so wouldn’t expect that from her.”

“Why not?”

“God, have you seen her? She’s so annoyingly pure. She’s a lousy virgin.” A different voice spoke this time, the girl’s voice full of scorn.

“Yeah I heard that she once tried a fag and got ill. Threw up all over the floor.” The first girl added.

“She’s so pathetic. I swear I haven’t heard her curse ever.” The second girl who had spoken quickly added her opinion.

“Yeah well I heard that she once reprimanded that kid with the camera for saying damn.” The first girl retorted. Ginny bit her lip, stood up and ran.

Draco was sprawling on one of the leather couches in the Slytherin common room. He stared into the fire, which had an eerie green glow to it. He had a smirk on his handsome face. In his hand, he held a glass of wine. He swirled the burgundy liquid before downing the rest of the comments and throwing the glass into the fireplace, making the flames jump as they burnt the alcohol. He stood up as gracefully and smoothly as a cat. He turned and found himself face to face with his two goons. He cursed inwardly, but his face remained impassive. If he’d learned one good thing was to always stay calm, no matter how infuriated he was on the inside.

“Malfoy, where have you been? These two have been looking everywhere for you, and frankly so have I.” Pansy’s clear voice came and Draco turned and watched her parade over to him.

“Parkinson, always an honour.” He drawled. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him fiercely.

“Are you mocking me?” She snapped. His smile was sweet and deadly and as fake as his feelings for the needy girl.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said slowly. She smiled nervously, her eyes taking in his ruthless expression and icy gaze.

“Well, I should go study now.” She said and waited for his comment. He hated it when she did that. Waiting for him to approve her every action. When he said nothing she turned and walked away, her stride had lost its swagger. It made him smirk in delight.

“Go find me something to eat.” Draco snapped as he turned to face Crabbe and Goyle. They nodded and hurried away. It would take them a while to get back because they would be fighting over the food. Draco grinned and walked up the steps. Tomorrow, he promised himself, he would talk to that intriguing Weasley girl and find out if maybe she had a bit of Slytherin in her under all those layers of horrendous timidity.

The door was closed when Ginny got to her dormitory. She frowned and pushed it open. She gasped when she walked in. Melissa was sitting on her bed, looking terrified and miserable. Ginny walked over and sat down next to her.

“Melissa, are you okay?” She asked, her voice filled with concern. Melissa slowly looked up and glared at her.

“No.” She snapped. Ginny eyes widened. Melissa looked away. Ginny looked down and saw a packet of papers. She frowned and looked closer. It was a test. A test Melissa had failed.

“Oh, Melissa. I’m so sorry.” Ginny said sympathetically. Melissa whirled around and stared at her angrily.

“You’re just loving this aren’t you. Little miss perfect finally gets her revenge on the stupid girl that can never remember her name.” Melissa taunted. Ginny shook her head.

“It’s not like that at all…” She began but Melissa cut her off with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand.

“Save it.” She snapped then she looked up at the ceiling. “God, my parents are going to kill me.” She said and her voice trembled.

“It’s okay to cry.” Ginny said kind-heartedly. Melissa’s face turned into a scowl as she turned to face Ginny again.

“That would be the worse thing I could do. I’d never cry in front of you.” She sneered; she stood up and walked outside. Ginny’s day was getting worse and worse.

4. New Me

Chapter Four:

(A/N. Yeah! Reviews! And no more flames which is AWESOME! LOL. Thanks, you guys are awesome. So anyway here’s the next chapter I hope you like it. More Grease! LOL. Yes…I’m in a Grease mood. OK, enjoy! AND REVIEW!)

The mirror reflected back a girl that Ginny didn’t want to be anymore. She was tired of being the timid little girl. The tag-along of the Dream Team. She especially was tired of being thought of the love sick puppy who trailed after Harry Potter. She had thought about it for quite some time and she knew it had never been love. Her girlhood crush seemed more like a stupid obsession rather than the love of her life. It simply required a swift kick from reality to make her see that. Stupid git for taking up her time. Yet people would never respect the change, would never believe that she had changed. They would go on thinking what they had always had. That she was a nobody and not worth a knut.

“God, look at me. There has to be something more than what everyone sees. I’m not just some pure, perfect virgin.” She said to her reflection, trying desperately to convince herself. Her eyes hardened. “Ginny, you have to start again. Make everyone see the real you.” She answered herself. She held her head high, her chin jutting out confidently. With a hand that shook slightly she reached into the drawer of her vanity. She pulled out a pair of scissors. She pulled her hair forward took a deep breath and began to slowly and methodically chop it off. When it was to her shoulders, she pulled out her wand a muttered and incantation. Her hair evened out and formed into a spunky, audacious look. Ginny grinned. “Good bye Ginny and hello Virginia.”

Her high heels clicked on the stone as Virginia Weasley walked down the hall, all heads turning to watch her. Her skirt was extremely short and showed off her long creamy legs. Her short red-gold hair flipped out perfectly. Her smoky eye make-up made her beautiful eyes lose their innocence and flattered her delicate features perfectly. Her school jumper was tighter than it had ever been and showed off her slender yet curvy form. She sauntered into the Great Hall staring straight ahead, as if there was no one else in the room but her. Draco smiled appreciatively. His smile grew when he looked over and saw the faces of the Inseparable Three. Weasley looked ready to go ballistic, Granger looked beyond stunned and Potter was gawking. Yes, the famous Harry Potter was gawking at his best friend’s sister who had recently bitten his head off. Then again, most of the male population was doing the same thing as Potter. Draco had no idea what had happened to the old Ginny Weasley but he approved of this one. He most definitely approved of this one.

“Whoa! Is that the Weasley girl?” Some Slytherin said, his voice filled with awe and lust. Draco stood up; it looked like he needed to talk to her soon.

Ginny sat down beside Colin who stared at her, his eyes bulging. She raised her eyebrows at him.

“Wow. You…changed your look.” Colin said. Ginny rolled her eyes and grabbed an apple.

“Understatement of a lifetime.” She muttered. Colin didn’t hear or else he ignored her. Ginny was willing to bet on the first one. Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder and she looked up into Harry Potter’s bright green eyes.

“You…” Ginny said in a low voice. She had decided last night that she had never truly liked Harry Potter. It had been more like a fascination or an obsession. Harry smiled her.

“You look good.” He said sincerely. She sighed and glanced away. “Look about yesterday, I’m really sorry…” He began but Ginny stood up abruptly, making him back up uneasily. She’d had enough of this.

“Leaving now.” She said sweetly. She turned and started to walk away. Harry grabbed her arm and she whirled around.

“Get off me.” She hissed. He looked startled but immediately let go of her arm. She smirked and stalked away. Outside of the Great Hall, she saw Draco Malfoy. He was leaning on a large column, looking perfectly calm and at ease, his arms folded across his broad, muscular chest. The smirk he must have perfected for years tugging at the corners of his pale lips.

“Hello Ginny.” He said silkily. She was startled that he knew her name but she didn’t let her face betray anything. Or that is, she thought it didn’t. She’d never done it before. “Don’t look so startled, I believe everyone in the sixth year Care of Magical Creatures class now knows your name is Ginny.” Obviously, she needed some practice.

“It’s Virginia.”

“Hmm…Virginia.” He purred. She liked how he said her name, it made it sound elegant and sophisticated. Ginny slapped herself mentally, what was she thinking?

“What do you want, Malfoy?” She snapped. Well that had come out just like she wanted it to. She smiled inwardly.

“Oh, Virginia, I want a lot of things…” He cooed and she shivered at his tone of voice. He pushed himself off the column gracefully and walked toward her. “But right now? Right now I have a proposition to make to you.”

“Oh really?” She said contemptuously. He laughed and she felt her old fear rising up but she quelled it. She would not let Ginny the Mouse back in.

“You want to get back at those ‘friends’ of yours don’t you? Want to show them that you’re a different person now?” He said and she nodded slowly. “Well, I can help you. I can show you how it’s done.” He murmured. She glared at him.

“I don’t need you help, Malfoy. So sod off.” She snarled then turned and walked away, enjoying the rhythmic click-clack of her heels.

5. Audacity

Chapter Five:

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Draco stormed back towards the Slytherin common room. How dare she? Who did she think she was, telling him to sod off? Just yesterday, she had been cowering at his feet and now she had the nerve to tell him to sod off? Draco let out a frustrated growl, startling several students and making them cower from his furious gaze. He strode into the common room and snarled at some first years who were sitting on the couches. They scrambled away and he dropped into the couch, draping himself lavishly on the black leather. His face remained calm and impassive, despite the anger that raged inside him. He would show that Weasley girl just whom she was messing with. By the end of the week, he would have her begging for his help. He smirked in satisfaction; it was just a matter of time. The girl couldn’t have changed that much, he would bring out a bit of the old Ginny and teach her never to cross a Malfoy.

“Crabbe, Goyle?” He called. The two burly boys appeared at his side. He didn’t even glance at them. “Go get me something to drink.”

“Yes, sir.” They chorused and stomped away. Draco smiled. Victory would soon be his, and how he loved the taste of victory.

The last few days had been the most miserable ones in Draco’s entire life. He was ready to kill someone to vent his frustrations. He had tried several times to make Virginia Weasley talk to him and fall into his plan. He had failed every single one, and Draco hated failing. The girl had gained confidence with each passing day and was showing a lethal wit that had been hidden inside her timidity. He cursed her silently. She was different from any girl he had ever met. Most girls fell to his feet in submission if he spoke one word to them. Virginia was the most insufferable, annoying, rude girl he had ever met. Yet Draco would never admit defeat to a mere Weasley, so he would suffer though her clever insults until she saw that he truly did want to help her, although that was as false as anything. Draco smiled and with that satisfying thought he went up to his dormitory to get some sleep.

Bad things come in threes, or so the saying goes. Virginia Weasley hoped to God it wasn’t true. She had run into Hermione this morning who had given her a short speech about how disappointed she was and that she hoped that she would go back to the way she was. As in return to her timorous self who had no personality? Ginny grinned. She would never do that. She’s rather die. Then Snape had caught her doing her nails in class and sent her to detention. Now she had two detentions she would be serving this weekend. She turned a corner heading to her Charms class and cursed. Look like the bloody saying was right. He was standing outside the door, looking as composed as ever. He was leaning slightly on one hip with his arms folded, one brow cocked and his infamous smirk on pale lips. She glared at him fiercely. How dare he prove that blasted Muggle saying right?

“Weasley.”

“What kind of greeting is that?” She snapped, rolling her eyes as she tried to storm past him.

“Like you deserve better.” He sneered, stepping in her way. She scowled up at him hating the fact that she had to look up to see him.

“Get out of my way you insufferable git!” She growled. He laughed and shook his finger in her face.

“Tut, tut, Weasley. You should really watch that temper.” He mocked. She had the sudden urge to bite his infuriating finger. So, she did just that. “Ow! You wretched wench! You bit me!” He cried and she laughed. She laughed so hard, tears sprung to her eyes.

“You’d better watch were you stick that finger of yours next time.” She taunted coyly before carefully stepping past him and into class. My, my, my. Her day was certainly improving. Maybe the saying ‘sun after the rain’ was also true, and my, oh my, was this a bright and shimmering sun. Ginny lasted through her whole Charms class a beautiful grin on her lovely face.

Draco stalked through the corridors with a cultivated grace. His anger towards the youngest Weasley and his father was hidden behind a mask as frozen and impassive as an ice wall. His thoughts were focused on the letter he had in his hand. A letter from his father.

Dear Draco,

Soon we shall have all we have always wanted. Our plans are coming together. Stay prepared and aware of everything. I expect your test scores to be better then next year, and do not make a fool of yourself at the next Quidditch game.

Lucius Malfoy

Draco glared at the piece of parchment once more before crumpling it and stuffing it into his pocket. It figured that the only time that Lucius sent him a letter it would be cryptic and uninformative. Lucius had never overseen Draco’s raising expect to drill some rules into Draco’s mind. Malfoys do not cry, Malfoys don’t care for anyone, Malfoys don’t show any weakness, Malfoys never associate with anyone of lower rank, Malfoys trust no one, and Malfoys don’t fall in love. Most of these precepts had been enforced as soon as Draco became a Slytherin for most of these were Slytherin qualities, making all most all of the Slytherins not very nice people. However, Draco had never wanted to be a nice person. He knew what he wanted in life and he was ready to do anything to get what he wanted, even if it meant stepping on a few people and earning their hate to get it. Here in the dungeons the air was cold but Draco was unaffected, showing that you were cold was, of course, a weakness. No one was there to have seen him if he did shiver but the Malfoy principles went bone deep. He turned and glided out of the dungeons not sure of where he was going but needing to walk. Suddenly he pushed into a small body.

“Watch it.” He growled fiercely and glanced down. Virginia Weasley glared up at him from where he had pushed her down onto the ground. She picked up her bag and shrieked as the tatty bag split and her books spilt out.

“Oh, Malfoy!” She screamed in frustration and rage. He would never admit it to anyone, but when she was so angry she managed to scare him.

“What, Weasley? Did you’re shabby bag finally rip?” He taunted his face contorted in a sneer.

“Yeah, I’m sure everyone is impressed by that costly bag you have slung over your shoulder.” She snapped as she grabbed her things and stuffed them into her bag.

“Unlike some my father can afford the best.” He smirked, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin jutting out. “Maybe that’s what you want…If I pay you will you let me help you?”

“I don’t want your filthy money.” She hissed. He sniggered and tossed her one of the books she had missed.

“Maybe you should consult with your family first. I’m sure those overbred rabbits wouldn’t mind a few extra galleons.” He snickered as she stalked away. He never saw the book until it came sailing at him and hit him in the stomach.

“You pissy imbecile! You are going to regret that, Weasley!” He called after her. She made a very rude gesture with her dainty hand that made him howl inside as he turned and walked away, his cloak wiping behind him.

6. Threats and Curses

Chapter Six:

(A/N. Hey everyone. Thanks for reviewing! I wish I had more hits though. *pouts*. Okay well here’s the new chapter! It’s so fun! Enjoy!)

He was sitting in her Potion’s class when she walked in. Virginia Weasley took a moment to curse Snape for letting Draco come in before her class and allowing him to sit their, as pompous as ever. Finally she returned her focus to the Slytherin sixth year.

“Malfoy.” She growled. “You’re in my seat.” He smirked at her and she gritted her teeth.

“Am I?” He said with fake innocence. Her eyes narrowed. She walked up to him, placed both her small hands on his muscular chest and shoved. Hard. Draco’s eyes widened as he toppled backwards and onto the floor. She righted the stool and looked down at him, returning the infuriating smirk he had given her earlier.

“Yes. You were.” She said sweetly. He got to his feet gracefully and dusted himself off.

“Look you mudblood loving wench. I’m going to get you to see my way no matter what. So you might as well give up before it gets ugly.” He sneered. She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Oh really? I think I’m just fine without you. You’d just get in my way. Thanks anyhow.” She said arrogantly. Draco’s eyes flashed, they were full of rage.

“Why you little…” He began and whipped out his wand, pointing it to her forehead. Ginny’s eyes managed to remain impassive, but inside, her heart was thundering loudly.

“Get that wand away from me, Malfoy. With your intelligence you might manage to blow me up.” She snapped. He glared at her.

“What if that’s exactly what I want to do?” He growled and leered as Ginny’s eyes betrayed her, and widened in fear.

“Mr. Malfoy!” An angry voice snapped. Draco turned and saw Professor McGonagall standing in the doorway. “Why, I came down here to talk to Professor Snape and I find you, threatening Miss Weasley. This will cost you a detention. I will inform Professor Snape of your indiscretions.” She snapped and marched away. Draco turned to face Ginny and, if possible, he looked even angrier.

“Weasley! This is all your fault. You are going to pay for this.” He barked before rushing after the Gryffindor Head. Ginny dropped into the chair with a sigh of relief. Maybe she had misjudged Malfoy’s temper.

In the Malfoy Manor far from the Hogwarts School, Lucius Malfoy sat in a large leather armchair sipping from a goblet full of wine. The only light came from the torches on the wall and the roaring fireplace. The fire reflected into Lucius’s ice-cold eyes but the light did nothing to lessen the frigidness. Despite the fires around the room, there was no warmth in the room; it remained as cold as the master of the houses’ cold grey eyes. The whole house was filled with elegant, costly decoration and yet it was void of life. No one had ever laughed in this house, or screamed, or even cried in the past 13 years. Two people lived there at the moment, moving statues withy no semblance of verve. Lucius glanced at the clock and set down the empty goblet. He stood gracefully and went to the fireplace where, at exactly midnight, a man stepped out of the green flames. The man’s head was shaved and a long scar ran from his left eyebrow to his left cheekbone, a disfigured mess where his right eye should have been.

“Mister Malfoy.” The man said, his voice thick and oily. If Lucius had been anyone else he would have shuddered in disgust.

“Rak.” Lucius said. “Do you have them?” He asked, his voice as cold as his uncaring eyes. Inside, however, Lucius raged desperate to have what Rak had bought for him. Rak grinned showing a mouthful of missing teeth.

“The Five Crystals of Set.” He said and pulled out a leather bag. Lucius reached for it but Rak pulled it back quickly.

“Give me the money first.” Rak said angrily. Lucius smiled wickedly, reaching inside his black robes.

“Of course.” He said and tossed a small pouch filled with gold coins at the filthy man. Rak poured them out and counted them quickly. With a toothy grin the man tossed Lucius the leather bag.

“Excellent. A pleasure working with you.” He said and turned back to the fireplace, tossing a handful of green powder and disappearing with a softly spoken word. Lucius opened the bag and looked at the crystals. He smiled maliciously.

“Yes, very excellent.”

The chair in Snape’s office on which he sat was extremely uncomfortable and Draco knew that Snape had had made them especially like that so he could have the satisfaction of having the children shift awkwardly in the chairs making them more nervous than they already were. Draco was not an ordinary child. He was a Malfoy. That meant that he was always calm and poised, no matter what the circumstances were. Out of the corner of his eye he appreciated the bottles that sat on top of the shelves all around the room.

“So Mister Malfoy, what were you doing pointing a wand at Miss Weasley’s head? I believe I let you into my classroom so that you could have a quiet place to study, not to torment my students.” Snape said from behind his desk. Draco nodded.

“I’m sorry sir, the Weasley brat annoyed me and I lost my temper.” Draco explained coolly. Snape nodded.

“You understand that I can’t let you go without punishing you?” Snape asked and Draco nodded. “Very well, you will serve two detentions this weekend and I’m taking off 15 points from Slytherin.”

“Thank you, sir.” Draco responded and Snape nodded, waving his hand in dismissal. Draco stood and walked out. His face was an impassive mask but inside he raged. Two detentions because of that blasted girl! There was no way his Father could help him either, he would only yell at Draco for talking to a Weasley in the first place. Or for getting caught red-handed. Either way, he was on his own. Curse that Weasley girl!