The Dangling Conversation
By Goose
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter and the ____ world belongs to J.K. Rowling. I'm
simply borrowing them for a time. (Shh! Don't tell anyone!)
Summary: Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley find themselves trapped in the same
compartment on the Hogwarts Express and proceed to not have a conversation.
Draco/Ginny one-shot.
Author's Note: For Minja, because she likes this sort of thing. Speaking of
Minja, you should really go read her stuff because it is good. Speaking of
good, you should go read stuff by Nisha Kole as well. Speaking of reading, you
really ought to review. I'll still love you if you don't, of course, but I'll
love you more if you review.
---
Every car on the train was full. Every car, that is, except this one. She
knew. She had checked and double-checked. Even her best friends had shrugged,
smiled sadly, and waved her along. Ginny began to consider riding on the roof.
Any alternative would be better than this.
Draco Malfoy sat across from her, bouncing his knee and staring restlessly out
the window. His proximity made her uneasy though she knew he was doing his best
to ignore her and insult her at the same time.
Every other car on the train was full. He knew this but still thought that if
he went and checked again this time one seat would be vacant. Perhaps he could
throw that Longbottom kid out the window. Almost anything would be better than
this. He suddenly missed Crabbe and Goyle despite their immense idiocy and the
lingering smell of boiled cabbage. His only friends, if they could be called
friends, would be arriving later in the year. Goyle was ill after eating rather
suspicious cheese and Crabbe was bedridden after getting his head stuck in a
toilet. Draco found it best not to ask about these things.
The snack cart arrived and a rosy-cheeked woman waited to attend them. Draco
purchased a chocolate frog but Ginny politely declined every offer.
"Are you—" Draco almost said "certain" but caught his tongue in time. This was
a nobody after all. Ginny made a noncommittal noise and watched the snack cart
go. Draco examined her profile. Poor breeding aside, she was not an
unattractive girl. Her vibrant hair framed her face nicely and though each of
her features was plain on its own they all came together in a charming manner.
He admitted, only to himself, that Ginny Weasley was positively nymphlike. She
looked toward him and he turned to the window, feigning indifference. He did
not think of Crabbe and Goyle again.
Ginny had been certain someone was watching her, but Draco was still focused on
the window. Were there ghosts on the train? Probably not. Fred and George
would have told her if there were. It suddenly struck Ginny that Draco could
have been staring at her, but she might have been imagining that faint blush.
She reflected that his presence was not intolerable when his mouth was closed.
It was probably to soon to refer to this as "pleasant company" but the silence
had become less awkward. Draco's normally sharp features were softened in the
sunlight and a genuine smile rested on his lips. Ginny had never noticed
Draco's lips before, and wondered why she did so now.
The Hogwarts Express rolled to a stop. The two students grabbed their carry-ons
and headed toward the door. They reached at the same time and were briefly
stuck.
"Oh!" exclaimed Ginny.
"Sorry," muttered Draco.
"Well," they said, and walked away.
By Goose
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter and the ____ world belongs to J.K. Rowling. I'm
simply borrowing them for a time. (Shh! Don't tell anyone!)
Summary: Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley find themselves trapped in the same
compartment on the Hogwarts Express and proceed to not have a conversation.
Draco/Ginny one-shot.
Author's Note: For Minja, because she likes this sort of thing. Speaking of
Minja, you should really go read her stuff because it is good. Speaking of
good, you should go read stuff by Nisha Kole as well. Speaking of reading, you
really ought to review. I'll still love you if you don't, of course, but I'll
love you more if you review.
---
Every car on the train was full. Every car, that is, except this one. She
knew. She had checked and double-checked. Even her best friends had shrugged,
smiled sadly, and waved her along. Ginny began to consider riding on the roof.
Any alternative would be better than this.
Draco Malfoy sat across from her, bouncing his knee and staring restlessly out
the window. His proximity made her uneasy though she knew he was doing his best
to ignore her and insult her at the same time.
Every other car on the train was full. He knew this but still thought that if
he went and checked again this time one seat would be vacant. Perhaps he could
throw that Longbottom kid out the window. Almost anything would be better than
this. He suddenly missed Crabbe and Goyle despite their immense idiocy and the
lingering smell of boiled cabbage. His only friends, if they could be called
friends, would be arriving later in the year. Goyle was ill after eating rather
suspicious cheese and Crabbe was bedridden after getting his head stuck in a
toilet. Draco found it best not to ask about these things.
The snack cart arrived and a rosy-cheeked woman waited to attend them. Draco
purchased a chocolate frog but Ginny politely declined every offer.
"Are you—" Draco almost said "certain" but caught his tongue in time. This was
a nobody after all. Ginny made a noncommittal noise and watched the snack cart
go. Draco examined her profile. Poor breeding aside, she was not an
unattractive girl. Her vibrant hair framed her face nicely and though each of
her features was plain on its own they all came together in a charming manner.
He admitted, only to himself, that Ginny Weasley was positively nymphlike. She
looked toward him and he turned to the window, feigning indifference. He did
not think of Crabbe and Goyle again.
Ginny had been certain someone was watching her, but Draco was still focused on
the window. Were there ghosts on the train? Probably not. Fred and George
would have told her if there were. It suddenly struck Ginny that Draco could
have been staring at her, but she might have been imagining that faint blush.
She reflected that his presence was not intolerable when his mouth was closed.
It was probably to soon to refer to this as "pleasant company" but the silence
had become less awkward. Draco's normally sharp features were softened in the
sunlight and a genuine smile rested on his lips. Ginny had never noticed
Draco's lips before, and wondered why she did so now.
The Hogwarts Express rolled to a stop. The two students grabbed their carry-ons
and headed toward the door. They reached at the same time and were briefly
stuck.
"Oh!" exclaimed Ginny.
"Sorry," muttered Draco.
"Well," they said, and walked away.