To Catch A Star

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Authour's note: So this is my very first story and I hope you like it! Please reveiw so that I can keep going, I might not have the confidince to write more if no one likes it :(

Chapter one:

Dangling her feet over the edge of the sill and leaning up against the thickness of the stone walls, the gentle breeze wafted cloud sugar over her; Ginny closed her eyes and tilted her face to the sun. Like a daisy. It was September and leaves ought to have been changing colour, and yet Ginny was warm here, on the ledge of her open window in the Gryffindor girl's dormitory. Down below her she watched her schoolmates laze about in the quiet Sunday afternoon sun; watched the girls clump together and giggle; watched the boys showing off on their brooms; watched everyone and recognized no one because of their uniforms. She didn't mind- the uniform, it might have been second hand but it fit and it looked just like everyone else's; the blouse had been, admittedly, a little long when her mother had given it to her, but Ginny had always been good at fixing things like that and with a simple spell she had hemmed the sleeves to a comfortable length. She didn't mind used things.

"Ginny?" a shrill voiced rang out, nearly startling Ginny off her perch and down to certain death, heart racing, the girl turned to look at her friend."Gin! You've got to come play with me; Harry and Ron are absolutely slaughtering me! " Hermione moaned, her two friends had conned her into a 'friendly' Quidditch match, a game they knew she was dreadful at. Ginny smiled and gracefully swung her legs back into the castle, she reached over to her bed and pulled her sweater on before quickly looping her signature red locks into a high ponytail.

"Alright, Herm. Shall we teach those two fiends a lesson? " She laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that seemed to drench the dorm in a cloak of positivity. The girls left the room arm in arm, prepared to do battle.

Draco Malfoy lay sprawled in the grass; his acolytes were sitting near him but not close enough that he needed to participate in whatever foolish topic they were discussing now, instead, he chose to observe the strange girl sitting on the window ledge so many floors above him. So high up, like an angel. He couldn't really see her, but he could tell she was beautiful, even her hair-red, a colour he normally despised, was perfect. It made her look like a princess, waiting to be swept off her feet by a knight in shining armour. He wondered what he would do if she were to fall, would he catch her? Would he even try? Yes, he decided, he would snatch his broom up from where it lay, next to him in the grass, and fly to her rescue. Then, he would be a hero, and he would know how Potter felt. Know why Potter always wanted to be the hero. Not, he thought quickly, that he wanted to be like Potter, he was just...curious. Draco wanted to have that feeling, the admiration of his peers for something he accomplished, not something he was simply born with. To be the good guy, just once.

Draco found himself almost urging the girl to slip, so that he could save her. He could picture it, she would lean out just a little too far and the wind would catch her slight form and send her plummeting to the cold, unforgiving earth, but he would be quick. So quick, that she would slide into his arms just moments after leaving her sill. Then he would glide down to earth with the girl cradled to his chest, she would probably be unconscious he decided, and when he landed and the whole school applauded, she would come round and she would look at him, then she ...

Then he saw it, his damsel in distress had lurched, nearly tumbled out, Draco's hand was on his broom and he was halfway to his feet before she was sucked back into Hogwarts. He had seen her face, for a split second, her eyes wide with fear and her mouth open in a silent scream. His face flushed, the others were looking at him in confusion,

"I fancy a bit of a fly around, is all. Back shortly." And he kicked off.

Ginny stretched her arms up over her head and sighed, it had been a good game, Hermione had finally let go of her silly shyness and really gotten into it. She had even scored on Ron once, though Ginny suspected her brother had flown the other direction on purpose, perhaps anticipating the hug he knew would come if his friend managed to score. Ginny listened to the absolute silence of the great hall, and shut her eyes. It was so nice, sometimes, to be at Hogwarts; more like home then home, Ginny thought. The trio had gone to bed, but she had decided to come down for a snack and noticed the doors to the great hall were open, Ginny couldn't help herself, she'd just had to go in. And now she was alone here, and it felt so odd, not to see the teachers at their table and the students occupying their respective tables. It looked like ballroom when it was this empty, Ginny imagined that she was a debutante and began circling, stepping in time to a soundless waltz. Holding her grey pleated skirt out as though it was a beautiful gown, eyes still tightly closed, she curtsied and held out her hand to an invisible prince who had just asked her to dance.

Shock and something else rippled though her as a cool hand caught her own, Ginny wrenched her eyes open and stared up at a puzzled face. Draco Malfoy.

"Oh!"

"What the hell were you doing?"

"I was-nothing, Malfoy. Just, nothing." A blush was working its way down Ginny's slender neck and across her cheeks. Draco was still holding her hand.

"It looked, little girl, like you were dancing. Is that possible?" Draco recognised her as the princess in the window, certainly. But up close, she seemed more familiar and he couldn't quite place her. "It is very depressing to see a girl dancing on her own. And so badly, on top of that. " He smirked at her and shook his head, noticing her red and gold tie, "Little girl," he drawled, "go back to bed"

Ginny tugged her hand away from his grip and immediately felt a sharp jerk in her chest, her head span, her eyes fluttered and she fainted dead away. Draco wasn't doing much better, the loss of contact slammed into him and he lost consciousness, crumbling to the floor next to Ginny.

In the Gryffindor common room Ron was fretting, Ginny hadn't come back yet and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until she did. Harry, reading his friend's mind tried to comfort him,

"Ron, c'mon. Ginny is a big girl, she can take care of herself. Ron, she's sixteen." He clapped Ron lightly on the shoulder in the way boys are wont to do.

"Last time I thought that, my baby sister was possessed by You-Know-Who. So thanks Harry, but I'll be the judge of this." Ron's voice was gruff and his face drawn,"For Christ sake Harry, that girl is a magnet for trouble. " He sighed,"I've got to find her." Hermione looked up and brushed her bangs to the side, a pensive look crossed her face and her eyes flitted to Harry,

"We'd better come too." She declaimed and rose, awkwardly shifting books off her lap, to join Ron and Harry at the portrait hole.

Fawkes flapped his striking wings, startled by the sound of the golden bell that had sat silently on Dumbledore's desk for centuries. The old man, looked at it, his blue eyes full of mischief as he turned to the portrait behind him.

"Phineas, would you locate Mrs. Malfoy and the Weasleys for me? Have them come here as soon as possible. Thank you."

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