Corresponding fic to Green to Silver (The Journal of Draco Malfoy). Not a
sequel. It simply retells G to S through a different POV and clears a few
things up that were left untied in Draco's journal.
AN: This is NOT a Harry x Ginny fic. This is a pre-Harry x Draco slash fic. *^^* enjoy.
Dear Diary,
I love Ginny. I really do. I love her auburn hair and her crystal blue eyes, and the way her freckles fall across her face. I love the way the blushes when I smile at her and I love the way she walks and the way she talks. Or so I think I do.
Lately she's been acting very strangely. She obscures those pretty eyes with heavy makeup, covering her eyelids with some bizarre color I'm not even sure exists in nature. She smothers her lips in a shocking pink lipstick, and wears clothes that show too much skin. She drapes herself all over me suggestively and is always trying to stick her tongue in places it shouldn't belong. It confuses me how she has transgressed from this angel to this sex deprived maniac. I would blame it on hormones, but girls don't have hormones. They only have those whatever those are that make them hurt people once a month. I really don't understand on that works. So, really, I don't know what has gotten into Ginny. She's crude and it's very unbecoming of her.
But then again, it seems as if something as gotten into everybody. Malfoy seems to have fallen off the face of the planet with the reserved way he's behaving. He hasn't even done anything malicious this year which is beginning to worry me. Either he's planning something very sinister or something's desperately wrong with the Malfoy we all love to hate. Sure, he makes a few sharp comments, but his tone isn't as bitter. It's more gentle now. Urgh, Malfoy and gentle just do not go together.
His quietness is got the only strange thing about him. Today, in Potions, I could swear that he was touching me in this intimate way. Urgh. Malfoy and intimate definitely do not go together. Yet, his breath was against my neck, and his slender fingers kept brushing over my hand. And his leg kept rubbing against mine. He was even whispering in my ear. Maybe I'm just paranoid but I swear that all that unnecessary physical contact wasn't just an accident. Or maybe the dungeon air is causing me to hallucinate.
And the thing that bothers me most, is that I wasn't a bit bothered by it. Those touches felt like the most natural thing in the world, like he had been touching me so softly since the beginning of time. It felt too close to be friendly, yet not tender enough to be loving. But it still just felt right. And even worse, I could feel myself getting hard. even around Ginny I manage to control myself. I manage to keep my libido down, and I manage to restrain myself. So why do little touches from Draco make me feel this way?
I am not a sex deprived maniac. I can control myself perfectly well. Dammit, what the heck is happening to me? I feel almost guilty, like I was cheating on Ginny, in just the space of an hour in Potions just working with Draco Malfoy.
There has to be something in the air. Everybody's acting strangely.
Even me. Especially me.
With love, Harry
~TBC~
End note: Methinks I'm in need of a beta for this fic and the sequel. If anybody's interested e-mail me at either [email protected] or at [email protected]. Thankies!
So how'd I do writing Harry? Please review and offer me some suggestions. I hope he wasn't OOC. I tend to think of him as a bit naïve if not prudish. Eurgh. I hope you all liked it though. Was the title okay?
Again, thank you to all reviewers who reviewed G to S. Now if you'll please review here too ^_~
AN: This is NOT a Harry x Ginny fic. This is a pre-Harry x Draco slash fic. *^^* enjoy.
Dear Diary,
I love Ginny. I really do. I love her auburn hair and her crystal blue eyes, and the way her freckles fall across her face. I love the way the blushes when I smile at her and I love the way she walks and the way she talks. Or so I think I do.
Lately she's been acting very strangely. She obscures those pretty eyes with heavy makeup, covering her eyelids with some bizarre color I'm not even sure exists in nature. She smothers her lips in a shocking pink lipstick, and wears clothes that show too much skin. She drapes herself all over me suggestively and is always trying to stick her tongue in places it shouldn't belong. It confuses me how she has transgressed from this angel to this sex deprived maniac. I would blame it on hormones, but girls don't have hormones. They only have those whatever those are that make them hurt people once a month. I really don't understand on that works. So, really, I don't know what has gotten into Ginny. She's crude and it's very unbecoming of her.
But then again, it seems as if something as gotten into everybody. Malfoy seems to have fallen off the face of the planet with the reserved way he's behaving. He hasn't even done anything malicious this year which is beginning to worry me. Either he's planning something very sinister or something's desperately wrong with the Malfoy we all love to hate. Sure, he makes a few sharp comments, but his tone isn't as bitter. It's more gentle now. Urgh, Malfoy and gentle just do not go together.
His quietness is got the only strange thing about him. Today, in Potions, I could swear that he was touching me in this intimate way. Urgh. Malfoy and intimate definitely do not go together. Yet, his breath was against my neck, and his slender fingers kept brushing over my hand. And his leg kept rubbing against mine. He was even whispering in my ear. Maybe I'm just paranoid but I swear that all that unnecessary physical contact wasn't just an accident. Or maybe the dungeon air is causing me to hallucinate.
And the thing that bothers me most, is that I wasn't a bit bothered by it. Those touches felt like the most natural thing in the world, like he had been touching me so softly since the beginning of time. It felt too close to be friendly, yet not tender enough to be loving. But it still just felt right. And even worse, I could feel myself getting hard. even around Ginny I manage to control myself. I manage to keep my libido down, and I manage to restrain myself. So why do little touches from Draco make me feel this way?
I am not a sex deprived maniac. I can control myself perfectly well. Dammit, what the heck is happening to me? I feel almost guilty, like I was cheating on Ginny, in just the space of an hour in Potions just working with Draco Malfoy.
There has to be something in the air. Everybody's acting strangely.
Even me. Especially me.
With love, Harry
~TBC~
End note: Methinks I'm in need of a beta for this fic and the sequel. If anybody's interested e-mail me at either [email protected] or at [email protected]. Thankies!
So how'd I do writing Harry? Please review and offer me some suggestions. I hope he wasn't OOC. I tend to think of him as a bit naïve if not prudish. Eurgh. I hope you all liked it though. Was the title okay?
Again, thank you to all reviewers who reviewed G to S. Now if you'll please review here too ^_~