Draco and Ginny
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
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Act I Scene IV
Draco sighed and looked around. “Should we introduce ourselves in the usual way?” he asked Theodore.
“Nah, that’s old fashioned now. Let’s just wander around, dance a bit, and leave,” said Theodore.
“I cannot dance,” said Draco.
“Oh come now gentle Draco, we must have you dance!” said Blaise cheerfully.
“No,” Draco sighed dramatically, “You have dancing shoes with nimble shoes, but my soul is made of lead. I cannot move.”
“Oh come now, Draco!” Blaise chortled, “You are a lover, my friend, you must dance!” Draco sighed and sunk into a nearby chair.
“I am too depressed and pulled down my love to do anything. Just leave me alone, Blaise.”
“Never! If love is rough with you, be rough with it back! Eye for an eye! Get up from that chair and dance, my man!” Blaise said, trying to pull Romeo up from his seat.
“Psh, it is but stupid people moving to stupid music. I’m too tired to dance. I’m done.”
“Done?” Blaise asked, smirking. “If you are done then we should save you from love and take you away from where you are the sickest.”
“That’s not true,” Draco said.
“Let’s not delay, we waste our time just sitting here,” Blaise said, sighing.
“No. We can’t leave yet,” Draco said abruptly.
“…dude, why not?”
“I had a dream tonight,” said Draco.
“Ahhh, so did I!” Blaise said.
“Well what was yours, then?” asked Draco.
“That dreamers,” said Blaise, tapping his finger to his temple, “often lie.” Draco frowned.
“In bed asleep is where they dream things true,” Draco said irritably.
“Ohh, I see Queen Mab has been with you. She’s a tiny garden gnome no bigger than a knut with a team of Cornish pixies over men’s noses as they lie asleep, her wagon spokes made of spiders, the cover grasshopper wings, her reins are study spider webs, her whip, a human hair, her driver a small gray-coated gnat, not half so big as a round little worm pricked from the lazy finger of a maid; her chariot an empty hazelnut. In this state she rides night by night through lovers’ minds as they dream of love, greedy shop keepers as they dream of money, teachers as they dream of retiring, dancers as they dream of getting a pedicure. Sometimes she fills a mind of happiness and joy, a solider as he dreams of cutting a foreigner’s throat, makes a lover dream of love, give nightmares to young girls and-“
“Oh shut your mouth you git. You talk of nothing,” Draco said, putting his hands over his ears.
“True, I talk of dreams; which are nothing but the product of an idle mind. They mean nothing. Simple fantasy, more inconsistent than the wind that blows to and fro with no set path,” Blaise said, dismissing it.
“This wind you speaks of blows us too, Blaise,” Theodore said, “Dinner is over and we should probably leave.”
“It is but too early, mates. I want to stay longer; I think something is going to happen so just stay put you horny bastards,” said Draco.
“Huzzah!”
“Nah, that’s old fashioned now. Let’s just wander around, dance a bit, and leave,” said Theodore.
“I cannot dance,” said Draco.
“Oh come now gentle Draco, we must have you dance!” said Blaise cheerfully.
“No,” Draco sighed dramatically, “You have dancing shoes with nimble shoes, but my soul is made of lead. I cannot move.”
“Oh come now, Draco!” Blaise chortled, “You are a lover, my friend, you must dance!” Draco sighed and sunk into a nearby chair.
“I am too depressed and pulled down my love to do anything. Just leave me alone, Blaise.”
“Never! If love is rough with you, be rough with it back! Eye for an eye! Get up from that chair and dance, my man!” Blaise said, trying to pull Romeo up from his seat.
“Psh, it is but stupid people moving to stupid music. I’m too tired to dance. I’m done.”
“Done?” Blaise asked, smirking. “If you are done then we should save you from love and take you away from where you are the sickest.”
“That’s not true,” Draco said.
“Let’s not delay, we waste our time just sitting here,” Blaise said, sighing.
“No. We can’t leave yet,” Draco said abruptly.
“…dude, why not?”
“I had a dream tonight,” said Draco.
“Ahhh, so did I!” Blaise said.
“Well what was yours, then?” asked Draco.
“That dreamers,” said Blaise, tapping his finger to his temple, “often lie.” Draco frowned.
“In bed asleep is where they dream things true,” Draco said irritably.
“Ohh, I see Queen Mab has been with you. She’s a tiny garden gnome no bigger than a knut with a team of Cornish pixies over men’s noses as they lie asleep, her wagon spokes made of spiders, the cover grasshopper wings, her reins are study spider webs, her whip, a human hair, her driver a small gray-coated gnat, not half so big as a round little worm pricked from the lazy finger of a maid; her chariot an empty hazelnut. In this state she rides night by night through lovers’ minds as they dream of love, greedy shop keepers as they dream of money, teachers as they dream of retiring, dancers as they dream of getting a pedicure. Sometimes she fills a mind of happiness and joy, a solider as he dreams of cutting a foreigner’s throat, makes a lover dream of love, give nightmares to young girls and-“
“Oh shut your mouth you git. You talk of nothing,” Draco said, putting his hands over his ears.
“True, I talk of dreams; which are nothing but the product of an idle mind. They mean nothing. Simple fantasy, more inconsistent than the wind that blows to and fro with no set path,” Blaise said, dismissing it.
“This wind you speaks of blows us too, Blaise,” Theodore said, “Dinner is over and we should probably leave.”
“It is but too early, mates. I want to stay longer; I think something is going to happen so just stay put you horny bastards,” said Draco.
“Huzzah!”