Author's Note: My first story, I Can Feel It In My Heart, has got more
reviews and I really want to thank everyone who reviewed it. Blue Eyes19
asked me to write a sequel, and maybe some day I will, but right now I
don't really feel like continuing it, I want to try a new one. So this time
I tried a new pairing: Ginny and Draco. Let's give it a shot. ;-)
This fanfic takes place a few months after Ginny graduates from Hogwarts. Voldemort has been defeated two years before.
Something Tells Me You're The One
By Roni Black
Chapter One
"No way!" said Ginny Weasley. "You really think so?!"
"You're kidding?" Jillian Kates, Ginny's friend, said enthusiastically. "He is so hot! He's just GORGEOUS!!!"
"Gorgeous?" Ginny twitched her face, "why, just because he's blond?"
"No, also because of his blue eyes and his muscles and his AMAZING face," Jillian moaned.
Ginny looked at her as though she was insane. Anyway, this whole conversation wasn't very interesting for her. She didn't like talking about boys; it kept reminding her of her last boyfriend, Seamus Finnigan, and that big fight they had had when they had broken up two months before.
"Can we talk about something else?" she begged.
"Oh, but Draco Malfoy is charming!" said Jillian, "I saw him last week, he's now working in St. Mangus. One of the Healers there. I went there to visit my grandmother, she's been bitten by a doxy. I almost fainted when I saw him, what a HUNK!"
"Oh," said Ginny, hardly listening at all. She was thinking about Seamus; how could he have done this to her? All the things that he had told her... "You're irritating and selifish," he had blamed her, "all you think is about yourself, and you're so arrogant too, spending hours in front of the mirror and keep asking 'how do I look? How do I look?' I'm sick of it, Ginny."
Ginny bit her lip; she tried to stop the tears from filling her eyes. No, she's not going to cry over him again! It has been two months already, Ginny, get over him, he's not worth it!
"So, when are you starting work?" Jillian's voice cut off her thoughts.
"Next week," said Ginny, still thinking about Seamus.
"And you're starting to work at St. Mangus too, right? You're gonna be a Healer as well?"
"Yup."
"You're so lucky, you'll get to work with Draco Malfoy!" Jillian declared.
Ginny gave her a hard look and said: "Look, Jillian, I'm not interested in Draco Malfoy, OK? In fact, I really dislike him, after everything he's been doing to my brothers and my friends. I'm not going to work in St. Mangus just because he's there! I'm going to work there because I want to be a Healer, it interests me, I like it. I don't care if he's there too."
Jillian merely shrugged. "So, when you see him, can you tell him I miss him?"
"OK," said Ginny.
Then Jillian went home. Ginny threw herself on her bed and stared and the ceiling. "Jillian is so stupid," she murmured, "all she cares about is boys, boys, boys... and now she's interested in Draco Malfoy... what a bad taste."
And Seamus's face came to her mind. He was much better than Malfoy, she decided. She still loved him, though deeply hurt and disapponted. "I wish he were here now, I miss him so much," she whispered to herself. "I wish I could work with him and not with that stupid Malfoy... then we could maybe work things up and get together again... or at least be friends."
Little did she know that in a few weeks time, Seamus would be the very last thing she cared about.
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"Come on, Mom, give me a break," Draco Malfoy groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Draco, you're nearly twenty years old. When I was your age, I was married!" Narcissa Malfoy, his mother, insisted.
"So what? Not everybody has to do exactly what you did, you know." He began to lose his patience.
"What do your friends do?"
"How many times are you going to ask me the same question? Carbbe and Goyle aren't engaged. Not very surprising, is it?"
Narcissa sighed. "What about other people you know your age?"
"Umm..." Draco tried to remember. "Someone told me Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley got engaged a few weeks ago."
"See?"
"See what? Mom, I'm not even twenty yet, I don't want to get married now, OK? I have time for that. Don't nag me now." He turned to the wall angrily.
"Draco, it's never too soon to think about your future... and a very important thing is finding yourself a wife."
"An appropriate wife," added his father, who had just stepped into the room. "Do you know what 'an appropriate wife' means, Draco?"
After Voldermort had been defeated, Lucius Malfoy was supposed to be sent to Azkaban, but somehow managed to avoid it. Now he was not working, for no place had agreed to hire a former Death-Eater; but considering the family fortune, it wasn't a problem after all. However, being unemployed made Lucius quite bad-tempered.
"Sure, Father, I know what 'an appropriate wife' means," Draco replied in a bored voice. "It means a pure-blooded Slytherin, who's been educated for good manners and respect, and if one of her relatives used to be a Death- Eater, it's only for the best."
"Correct," said Lucius.
"It's important for you to find someone like that, Draco," Narcissa started nagging him again. "How about Pansy Parkinson?"
"Mom, for the hundredth time - I'm not interested in her."
"Then find somebody like her," Lucius ordered him. "I'm giving you six months to find a girl and develop serious relationship with her, hopefully she becomes your happy wife, of course."
"Excuse me?" Draco blinked. "What do you mean, you're giving me six months?"
"You must find a bride until then," Lucius replied in a cold voice.
Draco was tempted to ask, "and what if I don't?" but didn't dare. He knew his father wouldn't approve of that, and he didn't want to confront his father when he was angry.
So, six months, huh? Where the hell was he going to find a bride? He didn't even want to get married! What kind of parents are they? Why did they have to force him into doing something that would affect his whole future when he didn't want to do it?
But he knew he didn't have a choice. In six months, he'd have to find a bride.
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Reviews please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The more reviews I get, the more happier I'd be to write more and update soon.
Love, Roni Black.
This fanfic takes place a few months after Ginny graduates from Hogwarts. Voldemort has been defeated two years before.
Something Tells Me You're The One
By Roni Black
Chapter One
"No way!" said Ginny Weasley. "You really think so?!"
"You're kidding?" Jillian Kates, Ginny's friend, said enthusiastically. "He is so hot! He's just GORGEOUS!!!"
"Gorgeous?" Ginny twitched her face, "why, just because he's blond?"
"No, also because of his blue eyes and his muscles and his AMAZING face," Jillian moaned.
Ginny looked at her as though she was insane. Anyway, this whole conversation wasn't very interesting for her. She didn't like talking about boys; it kept reminding her of her last boyfriend, Seamus Finnigan, and that big fight they had had when they had broken up two months before.
"Can we talk about something else?" she begged.
"Oh, but Draco Malfoy is charming!" said Jillian, "I saw him last week, he's now working in St. Mangus. One of the Healers there. I went there to visit my grandmother, she's been bitten by a doxy. I almost fainted when I saw him, what a HUNK!"
"Oh," said Ginny, hardly listening at all. She was thinking about Seamus; how could he have done this to her? All the things that he had told her... "You're irritating and selifish," he had blamed her, "all you think is about yourself, and you're so arrogant too, spending hours in front of the mirror and keep asking 'how do I look? How do I look?' I'm sick of it, Ginny."
Ginny bit her lip; she tried to stop the tears from filling her eyes. No, she's not going to cry over him again! It has been two months already, Ginny, get over him, he's not worth it!
"So, when are you starting work?" Jillian's voice cut off her thoughts.
"Next week," said Ginny, still thinking about Seamus.
"And you're starting to work at St. Mangus too, right? You're gonna be a Healer as well?"
"Yup."
"You're so lucky, you'll get to work with Draco Malfoy!" Jillian declared.
Ginny gave her a hard look and said: "Look, Jillian, I'm not interested in Draco Malfoy, OK? In fact, I really dislike him, after everything he's been doing to my brothers and my friends. I'm not going to work in St. Mangus just because he's there! I'm going to work there because I want to be a Healer, it interests me, I like it. I don't care if he's there too."
Jillian merely shrugged. "So, when you see him, can you tell him I miss him?"
"OK," said Ginny.
Then Jillian went home. Ginny threw herself on her bed and stared and the ceiling. "Jillian is so stupid," she murmured, "all she cares about is boys, boys, boys... and now she's interested in Draco Malfoy... what a bad taste."
And Seamus's face came to her mind. He was much better than Malfoy, she decided. She still loved him, though deeply hurt and disapponted. "I wish he were here now, I miss him so much," she whispered to herself. "I wish I could work with him and not with that stupid Malfoy... then we could maybe work things up and get together again... or at least be friends."
Little did she know that in a few weeks time, Seamus would be the very last thing she cared about.
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"Come on, Mom, give me a break," Draco Malfoy groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Draco, you're nearly twenty years old. When I was your age, I was married!" Narcissa Malfoy, his mother, insisted.
"So what? Not everybody has to do exactly what you did, you know." He began to lose his patience.
"What do your friends do?"
"How many times are you going to ask me the same question? Carbbe and Goyle aren't engaged. Not very surprising, is it?"
Narcissa sighed. "What about other people you know your age?"
"Umm..." Draco tried to remember. "Someone told me Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley got engaged a few weeks ago."
"See?"
"See what? Mom, I'm not even twenty yet, I don't want to get married now, OK? I have time for that. Don't nag me now." He turned to the wall angrily.
"Draco, it's never too soon to think about your future... and a very important thing is finding yourself a wife."
"An appropriate wife," added his father, who had just stepped into the room. "Do you know what 'an appropriate wife' means, Draco?"
After Voldermort had been defeated, Lucius Malfoy was supposed to be sent to Azkaban, but somehow managed to avoid it. Now he was not working, for no place had agreed to hire a former Death-Eater; but considering the family fortune, it wasn't a problem after all. However, being unemployed made Lucius quite bad-tempered.
"Sure, Father, I know what 'an appropriate wife' means," Draco replied in a bored voice. "It means a pure-blooded Slytherin, who's been educated for good manners and respect, and if one of her relatives used to be a Death- Eater, it's only for the best."
"Correct," said Lucius.
"It's important for you to find someone like that, Draco," Narcissa started nagging him again. "How about Pansy Parkinson?"
"Mom, for the hundredth time - I'm not interested in her."
"Then find somebody like her," Lucius ordered him. "I'm giving you six months to find a girl and develop serious relationship with her, hopefully she becomes your happy wife, of course."
"Excuse me?" Draco blinked. "What do you mean, you're giving me six months?"
"You must find a bride until then," Lucius replied in a cold voice.
Draco was tempted to ask, "and what if I don't?" but didn't dare. He knew his father wouldn't approve of that, and he didn't want to confront his father when he was angry.
So, six months, huh? Where the hell was he going to find a bride? He didn't even want to get married! What kind of parents are they? Why did they have to force him into doing something that would affect his whole future when he didn't want to do it?
But he knew he didn't have a choice. In six months, he'd have to find a bride.
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Reviews please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The more reviews I get, the more happier I'd be to write more and update soon.
Love, Roni Black.