Ginny's POV:
I walked through the dark halls of Hogwarts trying not to disturb the portraits while they slept. I wasn't in any mood to sleep and I didn't want to get caught walking through the hallway at a late time. Everybody else was asleep. Just me… on my own… like usual.
That was when I heard a cry from the toilets. It wasn't a cry for help. Just a slight whimper in the cold; somebody was upset. It definitely wasn't a teacher; definitely a student. I wasn't going to let somebody cry themselves to sleep in a toilet. I silently crept up to the toilet, making sure not to get caught by anybody or anything.
I was shocked to find who it was. 'Draco?' I whispered. What the hell was he doing here… and crying? 'Go away, Weasley. I don't need you here. Just go back to sleep.' He replied, obviously angry about me finding him in this state.
'No. you're upset. Let me help you…please?' I think I was more confused about this than he was. He ran his fingers through his silvery hair. I hadn't noticed until now that his shirt was unbuttoned. I stared at him and his perfect body in awe, trying not to make it too obvious what I was focusing on. 'I don't want you here, ginger. Just leave me alone. Now!' I was too reluctant and was not going to let him win this argument. I had to know why he was upset, even if I didn't know why I was so curious. I don't even think he realised that I was still in awe over his perfection and that his eyes now shone like a thousand diamonds. Even if he didn't notice this, he noticed how calm and reluctant I was. 'Just go, I don't know what you're doing here and I don't know why. Don't you dare tell anyone about this, you got me? Anyone!' he seemed to calm down for a second and when I spoke next he was completely at ease with himself. 'What makes you think I'd tell anyone? I want to help, nothing else; just let me in.' I tried to persuade him as much as I could.
'You want to help?' he sounded as if I was speaking a foreign language that he had never heard before. All I could do was nod vigorously and smile. How long did that take? 20 minutes? He slightly smiled back and I saw a side of him that I had never seen before; a nice side, one that was gentle and safe to be around.
He told his story; my ears listening eagerly. 'I have been like this for about 10 years now. I know I look incredibly pathetic and idiotic but you'd be like this too.' He got defensive about this, I understood why. He was the bad boy. The one that never shed a tear and made others upset. 'It was a stormy night and I woke up from the rain on my window. It didn't stop for hours so I decided to see if anybody else was awake.' He continued. 'I walked into my mothers and fathers room to see if they were troubled by the same problems but as I peered past the door.' He paused for a while; this memory was obviously something he hated to bring up. I remembered that he probably hasn't told anybody about this up 'til now. 'I had never… ever, seen somebody act so cruel. My dad was hitting my mum. Telling her to control her actions around me because they could get us killed; something stupid like that. He didn't see me and neither did she, he continued to beat her repetitively. Over and over again…' He stopped and a single tear ran down his now pail face. I was so sorry for asking him to spill all of this to me.
Without thinking I wrapped my arms gentle around him and held him tightly apologizing continuously. He looked puzzled and crumpled his face trying not to look so sad anymore. 'You don't have to be sorry. You weren't there; it's not your fault.' He returned to his rare sweet self. 'I… I know I wasn't there. I just… I wish I could do something.' Then he did nothing that I could never see Draco Malfoy doing. He was affectionate. He touched my face with his cool soft hands and just said 'you have. You listened to me, which is something nobody else has ever done.' I couldn't help but take advantage of this situation. 'I like you like this. You shouldn't put on a hard boy act like that. You do realise you're actually really sweet.' He removed his hand and looked ashamed at himself. 'When you're brought up like I was, you can either be like I am or you are disowned.' He smiled to himself slightly in his own dark humour.