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Slytherin
Style



By
Cassandra Sisenta



 



 



Okay,
I hope this suits well with everyone. My first D/G fic. It’s not much and I
hope no one kills me for making Draco and Ginny OOC (if ever) in this. I know Blaise
is a girl (At least that’s what almost everybody says) but I’ve always thought
of her/him as a boy and well…he’s a boy here so boohoo.



Disclaimer:
I don’t own “Harry Potter”. If I did, it would have been entitled “Draco
Malfoy” instead. ^_~



 



 



“I
don’t like this, Malfoy.”



Draco
Malfoy met Blaise Zabini’s frown of disapproval with his usual arrogant smirk
as he towered over the dark-haired Slytherin Chaser.



Blaise’s
hard purple eyes didn’t flinch nor lower when Draco’s cold gray ones glared
into them.



Both
were dressed in full Quidditch regalia and if they weren’t on the same team
anyone would have mistaken them for bitter Quidditch rivals. They were rivals
all right, or had been anyway.



Blaise
Zabini and Draco Malfoy had competed on everything since they had stepped into
Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on their first year for the one who
would rule the Slytherins once they were in their last year.



Blaise
was a born-leader with fiery determination and quick, cutting wit. He belonged
to an old wizarding family and was an heir to millions. He was brought up to be
proud of his heritage and his pure blood. He also happened to be quite
intelligent in more ways than one, but all this wasn’t enough to throw of the
competition.



Draco
Malfoy was made of the same pure-blood, old family stuff that he was made of
and much more. He wasn’t only qualified to be a Slytherin, he could have been
Salazar Slytherin’s incarnate for all they knew.



If
it hadn’t been a proven fact that Lord Voldemort was the Heir of Slytherin,
Draco would have been the next suspect.



For
all the years that Draco had attended Hogwarts, he had made a name for himself
of being the most arrogant, most hated person who had ever walked its halls.



It
must have been a family tradition for as far as everybody knew; all Malfoys who
had ever been in Hogwarts were all snakes-in-the-grass in their own ways. Draco
just put it up one more level over them.



Draco
was ruthless with his biting wit and cold countenance. He hated everything
about Muggles and did everything in his power to let everybody know that. It
would have made Salazar Slytherin proud.



This
was what Blaise lacked, this furious hate for the non-magical people that
populated almost the entire planet they lived in.



Sure,
he was proud of his pure blood and he sure wasn’t comfortable with all the
inter-breeding that other wizards had done to taint their blood, but who was he
to complain over such things?



And
so in the end Draco won out, becoming the Slytherin Prince as he came to be called
in both tones of disgust and reverence.



Blaise
wasn’t complaining.



A
certain realization had come to him as he pondered about his rivalry with the
blond-haired Malfoy. Such great responsibility came with being the Slytherin
Prince and one that he knew he wouldn’t have been able to take. People had came
to expect certain things about Draco, such as being the high and mighty Prince
who walked all over the other little people and all eyes were on him, thus
constraining him to a mold of that of an Icy Dragon.



Blaise
had always had a good, leveled head on his shoulders. He sure as hell didn’t
want to be stuck in a role that would never allow him to show what he really
was.



He
wasn’t as racist as most of the other Slytherins who have taken to looking up
and following in Draco’s example, but he sure could pull a mean hex if anyone
dared to bother him.



He
was a Slytherin as all of the others and maybe even more than most.



Slytherin
would have still been proud of this one.



And
now, as he faced the Slytherin Prince in another one of their disagreements, he
was suffering a certain shock that hadn’t worn off since Draco had announced it
to the whole world.



The
Ice Prince has thawed and he was in love.



With
a Gryffindor.



Blaise
wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it. It had all started out as a
game. Now it was for real.



“Who
said you had to like it, Zabini?”



“Malfoy,
this is insane.” Finally, Blaise looked away and shook his head. He still
couldn’t comprehend the hilarity that Draco had requested (more like commanded)
of him. The Chaser looked to his Quidditch Captain and Seeker with a look of
question in his roguishly handsome face. “Have you gone Hufflepuff?”



The
tone of exasperation in Malfoy’s voice when he spoke was not lost in Blaise.
“For goodness’ sakes Blaise! You’re just going to play that Muggle instrument
that you’re so fond of, not seek out a werewolf in the Forbidden Forest!”



Blaise
watched as Malfoy groaned and pushed his hand through his silver-blond hair, making
his usual slicked back do a little untidy. After all those years of observing
“the enemy”, he could tell that Draco was serious and annoyed.



He
really couldn’t believe it was happening!



“And
what if I refuse?” Blaise couldn’t help but put the barb in. It was all out of
instinct really. It was awfully nice watching the usually cool and collected
Draco Malfoy show emotions such as annoyance.



Silver-gray
eyes narrowed to his direction and Blaise really thought he had gone insane.



Falling
for a Gryffindor is really crazy-making!



“Then
I’d put you under the Imperius and you’d have no choice.” There was that lethal
edge in the blond’s voice that told of bad things to come. Then he smirked, his
pale, handsome face filled with dark humor. “I’d even put in a sickly sweet
smile on your face that would make Weasley swing at you and not me.”



“Just
do it, Blaise.”



Blaise
turned to his side to find the rest of the Slytherin team with looks of defeat
and woe in their faces.



It
was Gregory Goyle who had spoken and he had the most defeated look in his face
out of all of them. “Please? So we could just get this over with?”



“Come
on lads!” Randall Osment, another Slytherin Chaser and resident Joker, spoke
up, looking better off than the rest. He was actually smiling with glee. “Think
of the possibilities! Just think of what his little girlfriend would do once
he’s done with it!”



That
set off a roll of laughter that had the Captain steaming.



“Draco,
you git!” Randall had broken off into an exaggerated impersonation of Draco’s
girlfriend, his shrieking high voice slicing like a knife through the outbreak
of hysterics and echoing through their dungeon-based Common Room. “How many
times do I have to tell you not to make a spectacle?!”



“Shove
it, Osment!” Draco growled, snatching up his broom from his side. If anything,
Draco wasn’t amused at this at all. “You’re all doing what I told you to or
else I’ll make your life hell!”



“As
if he isn’t doing it already.” Blaise heard Vincent Crabbe murmur under his
breath with a smirk before saying in a louder voice. “What’s the matter,
Malfoy? Nervous? That last one sure fell flat.”



Draco
looked at him with cold consideration for a moment before saying dully, “Really
now Crabbe? You’ve gone brave. Since when were you the expert in one liners
anyway?”



He
ignored the snickering from his team and set his eyes on Blaise once more.
“Well Zabini?”



Blaise
sighed and smirked one of his own Slytherin smirks. He mock bowed before the
Slytherin Prince and said, still thinking that Draco had gone mental,



“As
you wish, Your Highness.”



 



 



Draco
was thinking himself whether he had just secured his own place in St. Mungo’s
with what he’s doing as he led his team through the stairs and out into the
castle grounds towards the Quidditch pitch.



He
didn’t really know what had gotten into him when he woke up that morning.



It
was a Saturday morning and he had Quidditch practice. He idly remembered that
before the Slytherin team could take on the pitch, the Gryffindor team was
going to have it for their own practice for about three hours. Then his eyes
caught the nice morning dawning outside and thought of her immediately.



He
was in love all right and very much so.



He
couldn’t remember when it all began. He had never felt anything but dislike for
her all those years he had known of her existence. It was expected of him as a
Malfoy and being his Father’s son as he was, he made sure that he did
everything he could to make him proud.



He
belittled and harassed her with every fiber of his being, not allowing her to
forget that he was above her in any way and she had hated him with a passion
that could kill any of the good he still possessed.



They
were enemies and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.



Well,
that was until she caught him unawares, finally busted a nerve and slapped him.



It
was the second time he had been slapped in his life and it was some kind of a
wake up call.



He
hadn’t seen her so mad and a strange thought flickered through his mind.



Hell,
does she look hot when she’s seething like that!
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That
was where it all began.



It
took a lot of denying, exasperation, pranks, detention, and blows but it was
all worth it in the end. She was now his and the world hadn’t been better.



It
had been strange at first.



He
had fallen for a Gryffindor and things sure did change.



There
was one thing that he was sure about though, and that was the fact that he was
finally devoted to something that mattered.



In
his earlier years, he had followed his Father blindly on his campaign against
all mud—muggle-born wizards and witches (she hated it when he used THAT word)
and did his best in trying to make the man proud of him.



But
as he grew older, he realized that no matter what he did he could never be able
to make his father happy with him. Lucius didn’t even love him.



He
wanted nothing more to do with him after that. He didn’t want to become what
his father wanted him to be. He didn’t want to be a Death Eater, that mindless
henchman of a fallen Dark Lord grasping miserably at a dead memory.



He
didn’t want to be his father. Period.



Going
after her was his idea of rebellion at first, just something to pass the time
and piss his father off royally. Oh he did this and more of course, the old man
had wanted to wring his neck in frustration.



He
hadn’t counted on ending up genuinely caring for her.



His
fellow Slytherins had been shocked and scandalized. The rest of the school
followed.



No
one totally approved of the strange relationship.



The
Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs watched from the sidelines in a watchful and
speculative silence, waiting for what would happen next.



The
Gryffindors were disgusted and refused to believe it, but being the brave and
loyal people they were, they didn’t have the heart to turn away one of their
kind.



The
Slytherins were mostly the same. They tried everything in their power to put a
stop to it, but they ended up grudgingly accepting it as well when their Prince
wielded his power.



The
proclamation of their togetherness was the scandal of the year.



He
sighed and picked up his pace, his blond hair glistening under patches of
sunlight that penetrated the spaces of leaves on trees.



It
was now or never.



 



 



The
view over the Quidditch pitch was breathtaking.



There
was an expanse of green meadows, tree-filled forests, silver lakes, tall
mountains, and the gothic majesty of the Hogwarts castle complimented the
beautiful countryside.



Fresh,
cool air filled her lungs, blew back her lustrous red hair, and billowed her deep
red and golden trimmed Quidditch robes. Her chocolate brown eyes were narrowed
to shield against the glaring rays of the sun. Her hands were firm on her
broomstick, guiding it towards any direction with ease.



Ginny
Weasley, a Gryffindor Chaser, was feeling awfully fulfilled that Saturday
morning.



She
had just partaken in an excellent practice with the rest of the Gryffindor team
and it was a beautiful Saturday morning. What more could she ask for?



Practice
was almost over and Harry Potter, the Gryffindor Captain and Seeker, had given
them the liberty of doing whatever they wanted for the remaining five minutes.
Ginny had chosen to take off to the sky to look at the marvelous view and calm
her mind.



She
had begun thinking of what she was going to do next after breakfast. She had
some homework she had to catch up on, but they weren’t much work and she
gathered she could finish it all before lunch.



Then
what?



A
flash of silver-blond hair and intense gray eyes sliced through her thoughts
and she couldn’t help but sigh.



She
had been seeing Draco Malfoy for sometime now and for some reason she still
couldn’t seem to grasp it.



Falling
in love with Draco Malfoy was one thing she hadn’t planned on happening to her
at the start of her sixth year.



It
had all started far less complicated. She wanted to do well on her studies and
become part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Those had been pretty easy to go
along and it had been perfect.



Life
wasn’t always easy and Draco had always been there to make sure of the fact.



The
git wouldn’t leave her alone! He would be everywhere with his annoying smirk
and his merciless insults and verbal fights between the two of them had been
frequent. They became so frequent however that people became thinking of them
as spectacles and would usually watch and bet on the outcome of these violent
exchanges of words. (Or “intelligently put flirtation” as one twisted Ravenclaw
had commented)



But
the youngest Weasley could only take so much and one time, when Draco was
firing away with his insults, she snapped.



She
slapped him so hard his head whirled.



She
could clearly remember the look on his face. The shock, the amazement, …the
admiration?



If
anything, Draco became even more unbearable thereafter.



It
exhausted her to even think of all the things that had happened during that
time when he “pursued” her. It was the most twisted “courtship” she had ever
thought possible.



He
had mellowed down from his insulting, but had taken a new route into making her
life miserable: he showered her with his undivided and intense attention.



He
acted like a stalker. He followed her almost anywhere whenever time and classes
permitted, but never approached. He watched her dine in the Great Hall, his
gaze never straying. His stare followed her when she passed him in the halls to
her classes, but never spoke a single word to her. She felt his eyes on the
back of her head when she studied alone in the library.



He
was everywhere!



Heck,
he even caught her one time when she almost slipped down the stairs!



It
was more than she could bear and finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore,
she asked him to see her by the lake one night.



He
came on time of course along with the watchful silence that he had come to
regard her with. She was quick to confront him.



“Okay
Malfoy, what’s your game?”



“Game,
Weasley?” was his intelligent reply. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”



“Cut
the crap Malfoy!” She remembered seething with anger at his cool and controlled
answer, glaring straight into those unreadable silver-gray eyes. “I want to
know what you’re trying to do to me because frankly I do not like it!”



In
answer, he had begun walking closer to her, making her step back. She warned
him to stop approaching but he didn’t stop until he was barely an arm’s length
from her. She tried to remain still and look back defiantly against those
now-wistful eyes as his slender, cool fingers threaded down the side of her
face in a touch of silk.



“Precious,
precious Firefly…” He had whispered to her as he admired her underneath the
moonlight. “Burning, burning bright…”



Then
the next thing she knew, he was kissing her!



If
letting him kiss her wasn’t enough, she even didn’t have the strength to fight
him off!



Many,
many more encounters like this happened through out the year and it didn’t take
long before they were discovered and their secret was flung out to the rest of
the world.



All
of Hogwarts now knew that they were together and everyone thought they were in
love. Everyone, except maybe her.



There
was no question; she had fallen in love with him.



She
had known then without him telling her that it had only been a game from the
beginning. He never did manage to fool her with his powerful kisses and searing
looks and yet she still played along with him for reasons unknown to her. Maybe
she had fallen in love with him that first night he had called her “Firefly”.
She didn’t really know and she didn’t know about him either.



Of
course he never told her he loved her.



Draco
was attracted to her that was certain, but that was that and she had never been
fool enough to tell him how she felt.



She’s
had enough heartbreak over Harry Potter, thank you very much.



Why
does she keep on sticking around?



Was
the passion and attraction enough for her just so she could be with him?



Was
she just doing it for appearances sake like he probably was?



“I
DIDN’T COME HERE TO SPY ON YOUR PATHETIC PLAYS, POTTER! I’M HERE TO SEE GINNY!”



Ginny
was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of Draco’s voice magnified a lot
of times over. She maneuvered her broom a few feet down to look at what was
happening below.



It
seemed that the Slytherin team had come in early for their practice.



She
could see their rich green robed figures formed into a formidable pack. Draco’s
silver-blond hair immediately stood out even from afar.



She
was wondering what he was doing looking for her so early in the morning when
his voice boomed once more.



“LOOK
POTTER, YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES LEFT. WHAT MORE COULD YOU DO IN THAT MUCH TIME--
DON’T TRY CUTTING IN WEASLEY! NOW, AS I WAS SAYING, WHERE IS GINNY?”



Ginny
almost laughed when she heard the last thing Draco said and she was amused at
the thought of her hot-blooded elder brother trying to defend her. Thankfully,
Ron hadn’t changed and still disliked Draco with a passion.



Draco
would never be accused of being chummy with the sixth Weasley, that was for
sure.



“I’m
here, Draco.” Ginny landed in the middle of the glaring crossfire between the
Gryffindor and Slytherin teams. Some things would never change. She looked up
at the glaring Slytherin Seeker and asked. “What is so important that you had
to be early for your practice?”



Silver-gray
eyes noticeably softened when they cast their gaze on her and Draco smiled.



(This
is where almost half of the Gryffindor team fainted in shock)



“I
have something for you, luv.” He murmured to her privately, puzzling her as he
took her hand in his. He totally ignored her brother who was trying so hard to
get free from Harry’s grip on his robe.



“Couldn’t
it have waited until later?” She asked, motioning with her head towards the
glaring Gryffindor team.



Draco
shook his head. “No, and I don’t care what they think.” style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 
He then let her hand go and went back to his
team. “Let’s do it boys.”



Now
Ginny was really confused.



What
was he doing?



Draco
drew his wand and pointed it to his throat, murmuring a few words under his
breath. His voice boomed once more when he spoke again. The whole castle
probably hearing what he said.



“DRACO
MALFOY AND THE SLYTHERIN TEAM, LIMITED ENGAGEMENT.”



He nodded
to Blaise Zabini who came forward with what looked like a guitar in his arms.



The
dark-haired, purple-eyed Chaser looked to his team mates a moment before
beginning to play the instrument, its sound also loud enough to be heard miles
away, but not unpleasantly so.



But
this was not what shocked Ginny and the rest of the people who had come out to
watch what was going on.



Their
mouths fell open when THE SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH TEAM broke out into perfect and
harmonized ad lib while everyone from even the farthest mountain could hear
them.



A
disturbing thought flittered through her head as she watched them.



Are
they going to sing for me??



Her
suspicions were proven true when Draco turned around to face her.



 



You know you’re the only one for me



The
thought of you



Picks
me up when I’m lonely



I
get all crazy



When
you call out my name



I’m
close to heaven



When
you’re touching me



 



His smooth and clear voice was beautiful against the sound
of the serenading guitar and the intense look in his eyes when he looked at her
almost made her melt.



 



You say that you love me



Girl, I know it



I feel the same but still so afraid



To show it



I get all crazy when you call out my name



I’m close to heaven



When you’re touching me



 



It’s gotta be love, sweet love



Whenever
you’re near me



Ooh
you make me happy, baby



Love,
sweet love



Whenever
you’re near me



Ooh
you make me happy, baby



 



He had walked to her once more, continuing to sing and not
letting his gaze stray like it used to when he was “stalking” her. He wouldn’t let
her look away as he took her hands in his, giving one a quick kiss before
placing them over his shoulders and around his neck. His hands on her waist
felt so right as he led her into a slow dance right there in the middle of the
Quidditch pitch.



 



Me vuelvo loco pensando en



Tu
amor



Cuando
te veo, temblo por



Tu
calor



Cerca
del cielco, alma de



Mi
corazon, mis labios



Brillan
llenos de emcions



 



It’s gotta be love, sweet love



Whenever
you’re near me



Ooh
you make me happy, baby



Love,
sweet love



Whenever
you’re near me



Ooh
you make me happy, baby



 



Ginny
didn’t know what to think, what to say.



There
was something different in his eyes when he looked at her at that moment.



Was
he trying to tell her something through the song?



No,
the question was, was this real?



 



All I ever wanted



All
I ever needed was you



And
for you to love me



You
keep me warm



And
you give me love



I
know you’re the one for me



 



There was a musical interval and Draco looked to her with
a tender smile.



Ginny’s
head was spinning.



“What
are you trying to say?” She whispered almost desperately to him, her face
forming into a mask of confusion before him.



The
smile on his face was almost sad as he continued to sing.



 



 You know you’re the only one for me



The
thought of you



Picks
me up when I’m lonely



I
get all crazy



When
you call out my name



 



Blaise struck a harsh and halting strum that gave way to
Draco’s outpouring of unsaid emotions.



 



I’m
close to heaven



When
you’re touching me



 



It’s gotta be love, sweet love



Whenever
you’re near me



Ooh
you make me happy, baby



Love,
sweet love



Whenever
you’re near me



Ooh
you make me happy, baby



 



“What
I’m trying to say is, Ginny.” Draco whispered to her, ceasing to sing as the
Slytherin Team continued to sing and Blaise kept on playing behind him. “I love
you.”



 



Mi vida sonyado asi



(Ooh,
I’m getting closer to you)



Esta
concion que estoy



Cantando
es solo para ti



(Heaven’s
only one kiss away)



 



“Are
you playing me again, Draco Malfoy?” She asked indignantly.



The
nerve of him! How dare he do this only now!



Was
he that daft?



 



Mirate,  tocarte, besarte asi



(Ooh,
I’m getting closer to you0



Ya
no lo aguanto mas



(Heaven’s
only one kiss away)



 



The usual steel returned to his eyes as his grip on her
became tighter. His lips became a determined line. “Do you honestly think that
I’d do all this to just lead you on? Can’t you see that I have everything on
the line right now?”



 



Querida, mi vida sonyado asi



(Ooh, I’m getting closer to you)



Esta cancion que estoy



Cantando es solo para ti



(Heaven’s only one kiss away)



 



They stopped dancing.



Ginny leaned her head on his chest and Draco only realized
a moment later that she was crying against him.



He held her closer in reflex.



“I hate you, you stupid git.” She whispered into his
Quidditch robes, her tiny fists hitting him weakly but repeatedly. “Why do you
do this to me? You’ve done nothing but bother me. Even when I sleep I see your
face!”



His chest rumbled in a deep chuckle. “What a wonderful
dream you have.” He quipped, his guarded hand trailing down the length of her
beautiful red hair.



She snuggled closer to him and encircled his waist with
her arms.



“When will you stop tormenting me?”



 



Mirate, tocarte, besarte asi



(Ooh, I’m getting closer to you)



Ya no lo aguanto mas



(Heaven’s only one kiss away)



 



“When you fall in love with me.”



“Then stop that right now.” She looked up at his smirking
face with her usual determined look. “I love you, you git. Kiss me.”



Draco couldn’t help but smile and chuckle.



“As the lady wishes.”



And he did.



 



Heaven’s
only one kiss away…



 



 



“You
slimy git! LET GO OF MY SISTER!”



“RON!
STAY AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND!”



“Ah,
such fire. You are so attractive when you’re angry, luv.”



“GET
YOUR FILTHY, SLYTHERIN HANDS OFF HER!”



“DRACO!
STOP PROVOKING HIM!”



“LET
GO OF ME HARRY! LET ME AT ‘IM!”



“Right,
and get you suspended from the team along with detention. Yeah, I’d really do
that.”



“Aww
Potter, what touching friendship! Could it be ONLY friendship?”



“Shut
your mouth, Malfoy!”



“Oh
my what wit you have…”



“Draco,
stop it.”



“But
luv, it’s so much fun!”



“…Honey,
you need a new hobby.”



“I
have other hobbies, my dear and I know you know what I mean…”



**POW!!**



“Draco!
Ron how could you!”



“Serves
you right, Malfoy!”



“Lucky
punch, Weasley.”



“Why
I oughtta—“



“STOP
IT!!”



Blaise
sighed as he watched the chaos.



Malfoy,
you and your spectacles.



He
sighed once more and smirked.



He
turned on his heel and made his way to the sidelines with his guitar slung over
one shoulder.



It
would be a long while before this ends and he didn’t want to be involved in
making peace.



Knowing
Draco, he’s loving all this right now no matter what happens to him.



He
sat down on the stands and begun strumming his guitar.



 



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So…?
What do you think? Review please!!



“Closer
to Heaven” does not belong to me. The song belongs to Color Me Badd.



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