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Summary: Draco's thoughts on the "Bloody American"

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Harry Potter > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Draco MalfoyEmmyFR131968051,89315 Dec 0315 Dec 03Yes
Title: First Snow

Author: Emmy (

Summary: Draco's POV as he watches Dawn.

Rated: PG

Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story. This is just a hobby.

Distribution: TtH; anywhere else please ask me first.

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I watch her silently from across the room. Her dark hair is damp and still has flakes of snow melting throughout it. Her robes show signs of also being wet, but she doesn't seem to mind. She looks happy, she always looks happy. I don't think I've ever seen anyone smile as much as she does, and I think it's one of the most annoying things about her. Bloody American. Bloody American from California. Doesn't she know that school is intended to be a somber occasion? Nothing we do here should cause her to smile that much! She's eating quickly tonight- faster than I've ever seen Granger eat, and I wonder what her hurry is.

I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts that I fail realize until Goyle speaks that I haven't touched my own dinner. "You going to eat that, Malfoy?" he asks me.

I regard him slowly, before shaking my head. He's annoying as hell, but my father insists on keeping him around. My father insists on many things, I've noticed. Goyle eagerly takes my plate off my hands and begins to devour it. Crabbe is staring at Parkinson again, I notice as I glance down the table, and Parkinson, as usual, is staring at me. I look around her and avoid eye-contact, but it does no good.

"Draco, dear," she begins. "Care for a walk in the snow?"

"Why the hell would I want to walk in the snow, Pansy? It's just snow."

"It'd be romantic."

I smirk at her, and I know my eyes look cold and unfeeling- it's a look I've perfected. She backs off. Parkinson's another thing my father insists on, he says I'll have to marry her after seventh year- this year. I shudder at the thought, and turn to look across the hall- to look back at *her*, long brown hair, big blue eyes, that beautiful smile; she's perfect. And, despite her late arrival, she's damn good witch- especially in DADA. Even Snape likes her, in his own way.

I don't know why the Hat sorted her the way it did, she'd have made an excellent Slytherin- she's cunning, and smart, and quick on her feet. True, she's a Mudblood, but for some reason, I don't care. She would make the perfect Malfoy queen, in my opinion at least. Not that my opinion matters, Father has made that perfectly clear. Still though, I'd like to at least get to know her- find out if she's as wonderful up close as she is from across the room. But, since she's a Gryffindor, and friends with Potter, I can't do anything with her. Though, I am expected to torment her- to make her life harder, her days longer. And such rows we've gotten in ... such passion- they've been almost like foreplay. Doing anything else with her is forbidden, but Merlin, do I want to get closer. I want her more than I ever thought possible. Father would kill me though, and my life is worth more than having her.

At least that's what I keep telling myself.

She's getting up and heading for the doors. Her friends stay put, and all of them- even Potter- are rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. I wonder what that's about as I get up and follow her. I look over my shoulder and glare at my housemates to ensure I'm not followed.

I trail her out of the castle and wish that I'd brought my cloak. She runs out into the snow and surprises me by squealing. Her eyes are wide and full of emotion and she looks even more happy now. I didn't think that was possible.

'What the hell?' I think as she twirls around with her head tilted up to the sky. 'Her tongue is sticking out! She's tasting the snow! What the bugger is wrong with her? She's acting like she's never seen snow before!"

She stops twrirling and glares at me. "That's because I haven't, Malfoy. Now leave me alone and let me play."

Damn- I must have been thinking out loud. Not a good habit for a Slytherin to get into, must really watch myself. She's still glaring at me. I glare back.

"Let you play?" I ask.


I walk slowly up to her and love the fact that her eyes flash as I get closer- so full of fire, she is. I don't stop until I'm right in front of her, our boots almost touching. "You've really never seen snow before?"

She shakes her head. "No. Well, there was this one time that it did snow back home, but I wasn't real then, so I wasn't really there, so it doesn't count."

I roll my eyes. "Summers, your words rarely ever make sense."

She smirks. She actually smirked at me- no one's ever brave enough to do that, most are too afraid of my jinxes. She just stepped closer! We're touching and I can feel her breath on my face. My resolve is melting, and I know she knows she's getting to me. "I've seen you watching me, Malfoy."

Ah, here we go. An opening. The question is: do I go after what I want, or do I remain as I've always been with her- hostile and cruel? "Yes, and?" I ask.

She smiles that beautiful smile of hers, and that decides it. I want her. "Why have you been watching me?" she asks.

"I think you know, Summers." I say as I tilt her head up with the tips of my fingers.

"Do I?" she asks, innocently.

'Bugger it all,' I think. 'I'll never get another chance like this.'

"Yes." I say, leaning closer.


"Yes, Dawn?"

"Kiss me already, will you?"

And I do.

~~The End~~

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