I decided I'd try writing a ficlet - and here it's. I've never used this kind of narrative style before, I think... And before I publish it on FF.N, I wanna know the opinions - rave reviews, flames, complaints, anything! - of fellow faithful D/G-ers. Yup.
Not so long ago, in a place not as far away as you may think, many boys and girls learned about various magical arts in a merry school called Hogwarts. Among them were a mean young boy called Draco Malfoy and a sweet little girl by the name of Ginevra Molly Weasley, who went through much sorrow and insecurity in her first year - sorrow which, as peculiar as it may sound, was caused by an object, a little diary Ginny, as her loved ones called her, thought her father gave her.
Poor little Ginny, underestimating herself, genuinely believed her heart was prevented from breaking into many pieces thanks to a little hero named Harry James Potter, whom she loved dearly. One day, out of joy, for she had been able to release herself from the diary, she began to write quaint little rhymes exalting Harry Potter, wishing he could read them, yet dreading his reaction.
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One Valentine's Day, Draco Malfoy was pacing around the Hogwarts castle with an expression on his face that suggested a deep state of boredom when he heard footsteps that where not his. He hid behind a statue, fearing that the footsteps might belong to a secret admirer of his, for at twelve years of age, he still found the prospect of becoming involved with a girl "gross".
He took a peek from behind the statue and saw how a lovely lass went past it, looking forward with utmost resolution, and walking at a very fast pace indeed. Draco, who had nothing to do, decided to find out what she was up to and followed her as silently as he could.
The girl came to a halt suddenly; her and Draco's bodies nearly knocked into each other, but she did not notice anything, and proceeded to draw a piece of parchment from her bag. Her head turned to the right and then to left, for she wanted to make sure no one could see her. Her heart hammering her chest, she made for two tall boxes which stood in a corner, but the nastiest voice her ears had ever heard prevented her from making a move.
"What's that you have there, Weasley?"
Ginny recognized the voice - it was the same one that made her speak in front of Harry back when she was too afraid to. Draco had insulted Harry, and Ginny in turn defended the object of her infatuation without much success - Draco just gave her a nasty look and exclaimed "Look, Potter! You've got yourself a girlfriend!"
"Nothing," responded Ginny firmly, turning to face him, and hiding the parchment behind her at the same time.
"Nothing?" echoed Draco. Suddenly his face lit up, and in his eyes a malicious glitter appeared. "Weasley - is that a Valentine-?"
"I told you, I have nothing."
"For Potter? Let me see it."
"No! That's... pri..."
But it was too late. Draco had taken the scented piece of parchment from her hands already and was reading it as if his very life depended on it. He kept staring at the parchment for a few seconds after he finished reading it, giving just enough time for Ginny's face to grow pink.
"His hair is as dark as a blackboard?" Draco quoted in a mocking tone.
Ginny's eyes were as wide as they could get, and her face was scarlet red, when she stuttered out, "Y-you don't t-think Ha... Harry will like it-t?"
And as Draco looked up from the short poem with an awful smile in his lips, he said, not very convincingly, "Oh no, no - the Boy With Pickled Toad Eyes won't like it, he will love it." And he walked toward the boxes, determined to have Harry read the little poem, savoring the reaction he would have. But Ginny was equally determined to have Harry not read her pathetic attempt at romantic verse, thus she did the first thing that came to her mind and flung herself over Draco, reaching out to take the parchment and beating him up rather feebly at the same time. At first, Draco was too scandalized at this display of raw barbarity to react, but he came to his senses within a few seconds, reached over one box and inserted the parchment into it.
Ginny eventually stopped her weak attacks; she read the sign adhered to the front of the box, a panicked look spreading accross her face -
Full Version: Valentine's Day, 1992
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| Musical Valentines All Valentines in this box will be delivered to your Beloved and sung by a Cupid right in the spot. |
She turned around, ready to strike - but Draco was already gone, for it was time to head to class.
But that was not the only encounter between those two in that Valentine's Day - no - Ginny had the misfortune to witness how Harry desperately tried to get away from the surly Gnome dressed as Cupid, succeeding only in ripping open his bag, and so he had to stay and listen to the much dreaded Valentine -
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| His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord. |
Ginny could hear laughter from the students around them, but she was not paying attention, since something caught her eye - a diary. Her diary. Tom Riddle's diary. Ginny was in such a state of fright the only thing she could do was stare from Harry to the diary to Draco, who had gotten his hands on it, which was something of a relief, she thought - but Harry fought for it, and eventually he took posession of it, but not for long, because, Ginny unconsciously knew, the diary would posses him after a while.
To finish it off, Draco, who was furious about not being able to obtain what he thought was Harry's journal, said spitefully, "I don't think he liked it much, Weasley!"
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Valentine's Day, 1992, would pass down in Ginny History as one of the most mortifying days of her life; yet, when she was only "Ginny" to a few select people, and "Ginevra" to everyone else, she would merely laugh at it, as if it were a pleasant childhood memory. And Draco would state, "But Potter having Riddle's diary was pretty serious," to which Ginevra would respond with a rather enigmatic and strangely mystical answer that would make Draco frown and say "That sounds deep. Isn't it time for the children to go to sleep?"
............................................The End.
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I liked it. You're a good writer, I think you should write more.Crystal
Is that your usual style? Or were you just in the mood to write as if telling a story? I felt cozy as I read it, like a child at the foot of a nanny by a warm fire with cocoa in her tiny hands. Very well done.
-Ryoko
-Ryoko
I really loved the style of writing 
Nice ficlet.
Nice ficlet.
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