The Watcher

Draco went back to the Slytherin hall confused. Walking along the corridors, the green fires were lit up, and the snake-like appearance of the entwining candelabras seems to hold up the ceiling. The faint green glow of the hallway went unnoticed as Malfoy had been through this area at least a hundred times. Today, his mind was in turmoil. What was earlier a shocked and confused demeanor turned into a slow seething anger.

What the hell was that girl thinking anyway? He thought viciously to himself, his hands fisted. He didn’t like it when a Weasley caught him off guard.

He could still hear her laughter, tinkling mockingly in his ear. He breathed hard, reached up to his blond hair and ran his fingers through it, incessantly aggravated.

Draco decided he’d get her alone. Oh yes, little Weasley bitch, you’ll get yours. But he had to find a way ….
It would be just as wise to keep himself distanced from her nasty spells. She had the ability to conjure up unorthodox spells that he was hard pressed not to admire. He didn’t admire her, but the fact that she could do them a year before anyone could. Hell, none of the slytherins in his group knew any spells like that, much less the gryffindors.

He rubbed his chin, contemplating on something very mischevious...as usual. Draco enjoyed the hell out of it. So what the feck? Tomorrow's another day. Even later today would be nice. That thought gave him a wide smile. Seeing the two large bodyguards heading towards him, he snorted.

“About time you two got here. What do you have?”

Goyle grinned, showing yellowish teeth, his larger body blocking everyone’s vision from Draco.

The other Slytherin boys were watching Draco, wondering what he would be up to. Everyday, it was Malfoy who entertained them, with his braggish ways and showing off what he could do, but most of all, it was the constant put down on Harry Potter. Sometimes, it would be about the Weasleys, and some days, he was especially quiet.

Today, however, he was especially quiet, deciding to play it cool with his two familiar companions.
Goyle reached into his pockets, extracting a piece of bottle with a purple liquid in it.

“I gots it from Snapes class, when he went out to get some extra work for me to do.”

Draco arched a fine blond brow at him, absolutely suspicious. “WOT?” He drolled out in a rather thick british accent, “Don’t give me that, I wasn’t born yesterday, Goyle. Snape would have figured out you took some thing from his stash.”

Goyle puckered, his mouth moving, drawing his thick brows together in puzzlement. “Uh, well you see. Potter was there and Potter distracted him and..”

“AH.” Draco lifted his chin and snorted. “Figures. Freaking Potter.”

Then he snatched the potion away. “What is it? What does it do? Or did you forget to even figure it out?”
Crabbe piped in, “It was labeled near the sleeping potions.”

Draco narrowed his eyes then spat out. “What the bloody hell am I going to do with sleeping potions? I can create this in my sleep!” he just about yelled, cautioning the other boys in the hall to turn around.

Draco lowered his tone, his blue-grey eyes shifted. “Alright. Let’s just try and figure out what this….” A thought came to him. If he could plant this in that little bitch’s robe and have her be the culprit of “stealing’ Snape’s stash, then he’d be …..

He let out a laugh. “Alright. I could test this out….you two, I want you to…” He leaned in, whispering.

Later that day…

Ginny sat at the library, keeping herself deliberately busy due to the earlier spat with Harry. She was still peeved off, but instead of taking it out on a broom, flying all over the empty stadium, she would sit and be a good girl. Sit and be quiet in the cornered area of the library where she wouldn’t see Potter’s face.

Studying evaded her and each time she turned the pages with a flick of her hand, lazily scanning through the thin-lined pages, Ginny felt like crying.

How many times had she been disappointed by Harry over and over again? And yet, like a damned fool, she allows herself to be taken in by his puppy dog eyes, those deep green orbs that make her want to drown in them.
Oh it’s no use, she told herself, and she picked up the heavy book to take it to the other side of the library. Noting that she was alone, she figured most of the students were at a field trip or at class. She, however, had some free time in between classes, taking this needed break as her hour study time.

As she walked towards the other end of the library, passing by stacks and stacks of books, hidden from all eyes behind a towering bookshelf, she was confronted by Draco. He was leaning lazily against the wall on the far end. His arms were folded, his one leg shifted to the other side, and there was that usual arrogant look on his smug face. As if he just ate a mouse.

Ginny gritted her teeth slightly, wanting to throw him one of her quick bat bogey hexes, because anything with a Malfoy meant bad things would happen. If she didn’t…

She paused as he straightened, and he lazily sauntered up to her.

Ginny watched mesmerized somehow as he stretched his lips, his hooded eyes scanning over her. “Look what I found….Potter’s little red haired throwback.”

She flinched. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy. Or do you need another lesson in manners?” Her eyes fired up like amber flames, a flickering fire in the brown pool of her eyes. He knew what she was capable of.
“I’m not here to cause trouble…” He bit his lip, as if to stop from insulting her.
Looking up at her enemy, Ginny didn’t realize how much she had gotten so close up to him. He had his arms at his sides now, his grey orbs staring down at her.

It felt as if there was a crackling tension in the room, and Ginny backed up, cautiously.

“What are you up to, Malfoy?” Her eyes narrowed and her voice dropped to a husky whisper of warning.

“I have something for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You see, there’s this….” He walked forward, and she stepped back, so far back against the wall of books, feeling the solidarity on her back as he closed in.

“You’re sick…” Ginny gritted her teeth, her chest rising and falling, but she didn’t know why she said that…..her mind was confused.

He just stood there…waiting…waiting for something. His hooded eyes watched her reaction …..and she couldn’t tell why, and not to mention her own body felt light….airy, stuccoed into some kind of condemned alien feeling..

Held up in strings, and she leaned in, her body swaying towards him. Draco slightly flinched, looked a bit annoyed, drawing his blond brows together.

She breathed out huskily, her full lips parted, wet, pink tongue showing slightly, and her eyes, flickered, fluttering over the tops of her cheeks. She was feeling……

Then she hurled.

Choking out the contents of her stomach on Draco’s robes, he growled loudly, “EWW! That is just gross, Weasley!”

She was on her knees now, feeling the vertigo closing in on her senses and she leaned back after a moment.
Draco said some charm from his lips and Ginny’s breakfast & lunch had disappeared from his robes.

“Gotcha, Weasley.” He grinned from ear to ear.

And walked away triumphantly.

She just sat there, her head starting slowly to clear.

Ginny’s breathing steadily returned to normal, her hand reached up shakily to push back her red bright strands.
A dead whisper of vengeance could be uttered from her lips.

“I’ll get you back, Malfoy…..”

A phoenix of fire blazed in her eyes.

Round two was his play, but the next round was hers. And it would do more than a damaging bat bogey hex. Oh no….she smiled wickedly, next time, it was something entirely new. And infinitely revoluntionary.
She wasn’t Ginny Weasley for nothing….

He walked ahead with his chin up in the air, mightily pleased with his glorious Slithery fucking self. The proud Draco Malfoy and his signature saunter, with one foot in front of the other, swaggering like a white blond peacock in broad daylight.

Even his slytherin friends parted like the red sea when he walked on by, and they wondered what was going on in Malfoy’s head. They gave each other clever looks, each knowing what every proud green bearing boy and girl possessed – the power of manipulation and witty ruses. Being nice was not in their vocabulary or slytherin thesaurus.

Yes, it was a good day for him. And with some consolation, he hoped the two bumbleheads did their job.
His pace quickened, noticing that the time was close to his next class. He didn’t want to be late and what good would that do when he was at the top of his class? It was a good thing he didn’t have to deal with that filthy traitor Ginny in any of his current courses, avoiding another miserable Weasley.

Geez, he smirked inwardly, thinking that they bred suspiciously like rabbits. He’d never do that! If he ever got hitched with a girl, he’d control her, and she’d only give him one kid for securing the future Malfoy estate and bloodline. Well, unless she gives him twins or something odd like that….

Why was he thinking of kids? Bloody hell? What kind of…..he grimaced, shiftily looking around and wondered if that red haired annoying bitch slipped him something. Whatever, he shrugged. Draco checked in the mirror on the wall next to the rooms, quickly assessing his good looks, or what he thought supremely was his superior Malfoy bearing to be the best. Then, as he uttered his password to enter his chamber, passing through it and giving a slight smirk at his surroundings. Picking up his books on the corner shelf and another glance into the mirror, he gently shoved his fingers through the nicely trimmed blond hairs gracing his head.

In the meantime, whilst Draco groomed himself, Goyle and Crabbe waited by the library entrance for Ginny to depart. They waited there for quite a long long time. You see, she never did appear according to them. They looked at each other, finding it extremely odd that she hadn’t shown up and now some of the classes were being let out and other students were shuffling their way to the library, and the flood of students populated the area. It was bizarre too to see the two bulky and hulk mania looking slytherin boys – one larger than the other, only known to follow Draco Malfoy like a couple of large hovering shadows standing in front of the library. But most of the students paid no mind. As long as they didn’t get bullied by the two, it was just as well and yet, it’d be stranger still to find them inside the library. Who would have thought that the two could read anyway without the help of Malfoy’s aid or by way of some kind of Slytherin charm?

So the day passed and the evening came; the sun went down like a sunken ship; it gave the indication that something was definitely going to be unusual tonight. Which was just about almost every other night….
Malfoy was going to be busy studying a little for his classes, and he wondered where the two idiots were? He almost felt……...naked. The bloody baron was known to be seen around this hour too, and he deeply sighed; Draco didn’t feel like meeting up with the baron, really. Malfoy stood in front of the Slytherin fireplace, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, looking like the picture perfect brooding blond ala’ classic Wuthering heights.

He heard a creepy sound; the sound of chains clinking on the tiled floor, and he groaned, rolling his grey eyes. Draco knew it was the bloody baron, and he found it odd that the entire place was empty. Where the hell was everyone? They can’t have gone to sleep at this hour? Everyone was bloody scared shitless of the baron, because well, just because……

Even Peeves, the irritating yet amusing prankster shivered like a watery knock-kneed poltergeist when the Baron was around. A voice floated in the air to his ears, perking him up and making his hair stand on end.
Draco Malfoy……

He tensed. What the -? The baron doesn’t talk! He never….Salazar’s blood! He turned slowly, finding himself in front of what looked like the bloody baron. With silver blood all over the ghost, the baron’s arms were spread out, wanting to embrace Draco.

Draco Malfoy, I want you…..

Draco stuttered, frozen in place. His body felt like it was encased in a block of ice, and his blue grey eyes widened with horror. Shit! He cursed silently, do something! MOVE!

But his feet wouldn’t move, he just stood there like a pillar of salt waiting for the baron to take him in his arms. The bad part was, was that Draco was in complete control of his senses, feeling every wave of fear and sweat clinging on to his skin.

The baron closed in, and planted a chaste kiss on Draco’s lips. The blond boy rolled his eyes heavenward and nearly fainted if not for being so scared out of his freaking gourd to move for fear of anything else, like say, getting killed by a kissing ghost that was uglier than he could imagine. He felt like bloody crying, with every shameful thing he’s got. Horridly, he could hear his pathetic whimpering coming out of his mouth; the blue grey eyes closed in, because he felt like he could just die….

He heard a laugh, that same tinkling mocking laugh….

Ginny took off her disguise, replacing the white ghostly specter of baron’s, escaping out of the costume with elegant ease. A shock of messy red hair atop a familiar but annoying Weasley, with a grin on her face, and what looked like he got stumped royally.

She winked and gave a side smirk, revealing her dimpled smile and white straight teeth.

“Gotcha, Malfoy.”

Her eyes flew to his pants. There was a noticeable slight wet stain there by his crotch.

“I got you really good…” She grinned wickedly. And he could swear to all holy hells of Salazar’s hidden stash of Voldemort’s remains that she was part slytherin! WORSE!

He could hear himself breathing hard. She was already done with him, giving him one last look before she walked on out that slytherin door, “Don’t mess with me again, because you’re out of your league!”

Then she disappeared.

“Fuck!” He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, looking down at his pants with some kind of painful humiliation.

How the hell did she manage to get in the Slytherin dorm without being detected? Scratch that! She was disguised as the bloody baron! And how did she manage to get the bloody baron disguise? Where was the baron anyway? All these questions ran through his mind and he had to admit even to himself that she was a formidable foe.

He reached up to touch his lips. Gross! He was kissed by a Weasley!

With an anger known to burst out, he gripped his wand out of his robe, wanting to cast spells on anything, everything, but paused. He decided to knock everything off the fireplace mantle, creating crashes so loud that brought the slytherin company inside the rooms.

He kicked the couches and chairs; they stumbled over loudly and afterward, he felt so much better. Yeah, really, he smirked, anger management? He snorted. Well, when a little freckled witch got the best of you again, he thought it would be appropriate. Besides, the stakes are now higher. Being calm was not his strong point, true, but taking revenge was definitely his forte…..

Where the fuck did the two block heads go?

As the night wore on….the two stood by the entrance of the library.

They still found it strange that Ginny Weasley hadn’t come out of there yet. And they scratched their heads. Goyle whimpered. “I’m hungry…”

“I need to piss.” Crabbe countered back with his own whimper.