Moonlight Sonata

Summary: What happens when Ginny and Draco exchange secrets in the moonlight? Will they ever find out what it means to have a hauntingly beautiful relationship, as beautiful as the composition itself?

Disclaimer: I don't own the potter-verse, JK invented it and I'm just messing around in it!

She was sick of it. All of it. Classes, her brothers, living. She just wanted to get out.

"I can't believe you did that, Ginny! Couldn't you have waited until no one was looking?" She tossed her fiery red hair around, and glared at him.

"The corridor was empty when we started. It's not my fault that the only person you ever kissed was Lavender! Besides, I like Dylan and I wasn't going to tell him no." Harry came up behind Ron and Hermione put a hand on Ron's shoulder. He shrugged her off.

"Ginny, you just...I didn't..." She waited.

"Whatever Ron. You're so full of yourself. I don't have to take this." She turned and stormed out of the Common Room. Kicking the portrait open, she ignored Ron's cries of 'Where are you going, I'm not done yet!" She strode down the corridor and decided to head up to the Owlery. Ron was such and immature jerk. Hermione, hell even Harry was understanding about it. She huffed in frustration, remembering the look on Ron's face and came around the stone wall of the Owlery, fast. Only to be stopped short in her tracks. A tall figure was leaning out of the stone window, his black robes barely touching the floor. She would recognize that blonde hair anywhere. It was Malfoy. She sniffed softly and he whirled around.

"Weasley, what are you doing here?" She glared at him and was going to throw a nasty retort at when suddenly; all the fire went out of her.

"Nothing. Just came up for a breath of fresh air." He studied her for a minute, taking in her watery eyes and flushed face. She waited for him to say something so that she could leave but instead, he nodded slightly and gestured to the window next to him. She hesitantly made her way to the window, surprised but grateful. The grounds were beautiful and it was nice and quiet. She breathed deeply and felt the knot dissolve in her chest.

"I like to come up here sometimes, just for the view." She flinched slightly; she had forgotten he was there.

"Yeah, it is really pretty." She shifted and traced patterns on the stone. The owls rustled behind her and the breeze blew in from the window, stirring her hair. She sighed softly and stole a quick look at Malfoy. He was gazing out into the distance. She paused to study him more closely. His hair was a tad longer than normal and he had dark circles under his eyes, making a sharp contrast with his pale skin. He turned and caught her staring. She flushed and quickly looked away. He smirked.

"Like what you see?" He turned so that he was facing her. She laughed softly and smiled behind her curtain of hair. On impulse, he reached out and pushed it back behind her shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat. "Everything okay?" he asked, tenderly. She nodded. He had seen her in the corridor with Dylan and had felt strangely angry about it.

"I just had a fight with Ron about...well, you know." She mumbled. He nodded. It was weird. She made him feel protective. He just wanted to sweep her up in his arms and hold her. He shook his head slowly and moved to stand up straight. She turned and put her hand on his arm.

"Don't go. I...I mean." She realized what she just did and quickly put her hand down. "Never mind, I'm sorry." He was curious so he leaned back up against the window.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just wanted..." She faltered.

"What?" She didn't answer and he huffed in frustration.

"Someone to talk to." She whispered. He looked at her in disbelief.

"Seriously?" She nodded. That was when it happened. Maybe it was the nod, or the soft sob he barely heard, but suddenly she was in his arms. Ginny was in shock, she was being held by Malfoy. Then her hand involuntarily came to rest on his hard chest, right above his heart and she laid her head down to hear his even breathing. They stood there for a while, the moonlight shining down on them, her head on his chest, his chin on her hair.

"What do you want to talk about?" He whispered.

"I feel really overwhelmed. I don't know how you did it. I mean, having OWLS, dating, being a prefect, and living with Ron right over my shoulder. He's been a real nut job lately and I can't get him off my case. I just want to get away for a while." Draco smiled.

"It was hard being a fifth year. I forgot about it with not having to worry about it this year. Of course, I have many NEWT level classes I have to contend with. My mother is sick and Crabbe and Goyle have girlfriends, Pansy won't back off and I'm just tired." He was surprised, he never talked about himself, that last bit had slipped out.

"I noticed you'd been alone a lot lately." She smoothed the fabric against his chest and he jerked back. She stood there, her arms unbearably cold from where he had quickly left. He looked at her, apology in his eyes. He didn't want her to feel what that little touch had done to him. She wrapped her arms around herself and turned back to the window. He followed suit. They stood in silence for a while until he got the courage to break it again.

"Sorry about that. How are you doing in your classes?" She shrugged. "I could tutor you if you like." She smiled and turned to him.

"How? You are still Draco Malfoy, even if right now you are having an insane moment. People will talk." He paused to consider this.

"You're right. I could tutor you privately. Up here." She looked around the room thoughtfully.

"Okay." She stood up from the window and smiled at him. "I won't tell anyone if you won't."

"You had better not." He said half menacingly. But he was only joking. He realized in that moment, he was sorry for all the times he had hurt Ginny Weasley. She was so beautiful. He stood up straight from the window and watched her retreat, her hair shining in the moonlight. She turned back to him in the doorway and smiled at him.

"Oh, and Draco?" She shocked him with the use of his first name.

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

And with that last word, she left. He looked after her dazed. What an incredible person. He realized that he wanted to know more about her, her favorite color, what she liked to do in her spare time. He was still shocked. He rose from the window and headed down to the dungeons. Time for another night of tossing and turning.