A Wish for a Premonition
Series: A New Thing
Disclaimer: All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Setting: During the events of HBP, but prior to the end.
Prompt: Future – at potterverse100
x x x
If she could have seen the future, perhaps she would have ignored him standing there in a side alley, when everyone else was enjoying their time in Hogsmeade.
If she had listened to the very valid arguments that went through her head, she might not have stopped and looked long enough to wonder what was going on with him, why he was just standing there and not with Goyle or Crabbe, Parkinson or Zabini.
He was not her friend and there was no room in his life for someone like her. Someone that he did not consider to be 'good enough' because of who she chose to associate with, or the fact that her family did not have a lot of money.
But none of that stopped Ginny Weasley from taking a step out of the small crowd of people that were moving through the streets of Hogsmeade. It didn't stop her from telling her friends that she 'needed to do something' and that she would 'catch up in a bit'.
Not even the thought that Draco Malfoy was certainly going to rebuff her attempt at civility stopped her from meandering toward him.
He didn't even notice her come up beside him. Leaning against the side of a building, staring down at the ground with a puzzled look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest, he didn't realize that he was no longer alone until she cleared her throat.
"What do you want, weasel?" he sneered. It was off, though. No curl of the lip, or snarl of derision. None of his usual hatred or animosity.
She shrugged. Now that she was here, she honestly had little clue as to what she was going to say. Comforting the enemy was not something she did very well. Not that she'd tried overly much, either.
"Are you alright?"
He frowned, lips pressing into a tight line. "What do you care?"
Another shrug. "You just look….lost and –"
"And you thought you would what?" Draco snapped, pushing off of the wall. He was taller than her, and his silver eyes sparkled when he glared down into her face.
"Make sure you were okay," she replied evenly, refusing to be cowed by his surly behavior. She was used to it by now, anyways.
She nodded, once; but it was difficult to believe that he was okay when he was hardly acting like himself. Not once had he insulted her or her family. And then there was the fact that he was standing so close to her. Much closer than he would normally. She could smell the soap he used in the bath, he was so close.
"Alright, then," she smiled slightly. "I guess I'll be off, then."
She stepped backwards and was back in the midst of the Hogsmeade shopping crowds just as quickly as she had left them. With one final look, she turned on her heel away from him.
But the haunted look in Draco's eyes was already imprinted on her brain and she didn't think it would be anytime soon that she was able to rid herself of it.
x x x Endx x x