Disclaimer: Don't own it, excluding the idea, you've heard this before
anyway.
Summary; D/G, to the bitter end.
WARNING; Severe angst in later chapters, this won't be very long though,
maybe 5 chapters? You have warned.
PG, strong language,
It began about halfway through Draco's Sixth Year, he could in fact pinpoint the very moment when it started, looking back, he often wondered what would've happened, if he hadn't done what he did. No doubt everything would've gone by the universal plan, he broke the rules, he knew that, and he paid for them in the worst way.
He had been sitting at the Slytherin table, surrounded by admirers, his, naturally. But the girls were away gossiping amongst themselves and the boys, namely Crabbe and Goyle, were stuffing their faces, he turned looking at the tables. There she was, sitting dejectedly, her head buried in her hands. Something Lucius had always taught his son rose instinctually as he assessed the situation, the ability to detect the weaknesses of others.
Draco knew everything that went on in this school, mostly. He had of course known that Ginny had been infatuated with Harry, the news that she'd given up on him had surprised him. He had heard of her most recent break up as well. And he could tell now, from the glimpses of Harry that Ginny stole, that she'd returned to her first crush, who, after sulking during breakfast, had a loud and furious row with his best friends, which the entire corridor had heard; much to Draco's amusement.
Still, as he gazed over at the heartbroken Gryffindor, pity bloomed in his heart; an emotion he hardly recognised, leaving the Great Hall early no one noticed assuming he was just another student grabbing moments in which to do his homework. This gave him a feeling of invincibility, which he felt he'd need if he was to have any chance to pull this stunt off. He broke into a run as soon as he was beyond sight or hearing of other students, not sure what he was going to do but he did know what it was, and that thought was warm. He would cheer Virginia up, and he would rebel against his father. Speed was all important, as he came to a decision of what he would do; the entire plan depended on it being done before she was finished eating.
Seating himself down in a corner of the Commen Room he hastily scrawled drafts, throwing them out in despair. Why was it so hard? To simply tell someone that they definitely deserved someone better then Harry, though in Draco's opinion, anyone deserved someone better then that arrogant, 'heroic' little.
And then it appeared simple, he would of course not reveal who he was he'd adopt the identity of, a letter, or even a symbol. In that way he could say what he felt; and so, he wrote. * *
'Dear Virginia, It's unusual to write to you, when I'd rather tell this to your face, but for certain reasons, I can't. Though you know little about me (or who I am) I know about you, and Harry.'
Ginny frowned, either this person hardly knew her or didn't want her to know who they were. That was obvious, she read on;
'That's the reason why I'm writing to you, I've seen you staring at him during breakfast and when he goes off like a volcano you stare at his empty chair.'
Ginny scowled even more, this person didn't know about the death of Sirius, there was a reason why Harry was like that. He was hurting inside, and no matter how many times he turned them away she still felt that she would be the one he'd open up too, and what she'd wished from the time she met him would be fulfilled.
'But, I'd like to tell you that, you' here some words were scribbled out, ' are a wonderful person, if Harry's too preoccupied with whatever is going through his head' the pace of the writing quicken as though the writer was speaking from the heart ' to notice you then it's his loss, you're better then him, you don't need his attention. Yours worried-for-you PS. If you'd like to answer stick your letter to the bottom of the third study desk to the right in the Library'
It was finished off with a worried 'smiley face' .which brought a small smile to Ginny's lips, but after rereading the letter she decided against it. Whoever the writer was, she refused to give them the pleasure of her correspondence, especially after all the harsh things aid about Harry, which made her indignant. This letter, criticsing her Harry, from a mere stranger.
Later that day she saw something that changed her mind, as she was walking down to the library. She passed a classroom. Harry and Hermione were sitting together, talking. It looked like Harry had decided to let some one into confidence after all, and it stung Ginny that she wasn't the one. She scribbled a note between writing her Charms and Transfiguration. It said
'I'm so great?- Tell me why.'
She had decided to take risks, O.W.L.s were drawing near and she needed a break from this tedium.
A/N all will be come clear in the following chapters, I know Draco's acted oddly but we'll find out why. R&R everybody! Chap 1
It began about halfway through Draco's Sixth Year, he could in fact pinpoint the very moment when it started, looking back, he often wondered what would've happened, if he hadn't done what he did. No doubt everything would've gone by the universal plan, he broke the rules, he knew that, and he paid for them in the worst way.
He had been sitting at the Slytherin table, surrounded by admirers, his, naturally. But the girls were away gossiping amongst themselves and the boys, namely Crabbe and Goyle, were stuffing their faces, he turned looking at the tables. There she was, sitting dejectedly, her head buried in her hands. Something Lucius had always taught his son rose instinctually as he assessed the situation, the ability to detect the weaknesses of others.
Draco knew everything that went on in this school, mostly. He had of course known that Ginny had been infatuated with Harry, the news that she'd given up on him had surprised him. He had heard of her most recent break up as well. And he could tell now, from the glimpses of Harry that Ginny stole, that she'd returned to her first crush, who, after sulking during breakfast, had a loud and furious row with his best friends, which the entire corridor had heard; much to Draco's amusement.
Still, as he gazed over at the heartbroken Gryffindor, pity bloomed in his heart; an emotion he hardly recognised, leaving the Great Hall early no one noticed assuming he was just another student grabbing moments in which to do his homework. This gave him a feeling of invincibility, which he felt he'd need if he was to have any chance to pull this stunt off. He broke into a run as soon as he was beyond sight or hearing of other students, not sure what he was going to do but he did know what it was, and that thought was warm. He would cheer Virginia up, and he would rebel against his father. Speed was all important, as he came to a decision of what he would do; the entire plan depended on it being done before she was finished eating.
Seating himself down in a corner of the Commen Room he hastily scrawled drafts, throwing them out in despair. Why was it so hard? To simply tell someone that they definitely deserved someone better then Harry, though in Draco's opinion, anyone deserved someone better then that arrogant, 'heroic' little.
And then it appeared simple, he would of course not reveal who he was he'd adopt the identity of, a letter, or even a symbol. In that way he could say what he felt; and so, he wrote. * *
'Dear Virginia, It's unusual to write to you, when I'd rather tell this to your face, but for certain reasons, I can't. Though you know little about me (or who I am) I know about you, and Harry.'
Ginny frowned, either this person hardly knew her or didn't want her to know who they were. That was obvious, she read on;
'That's the reason why I'm writing to you, I've seen you staring at him during breakfast and when he goes off like a volcano you stare at his empty chair.'
Ginny scowled even more, this person didn't know about the death of Sirius, there was a reason why Harry was like that. He was hurting inside, and no matter how many times he turned them away she still felt that she would be the one he'd open up too, and what she'd wished from the time she met him would be fulfilled.
'But, I'd like to tell you that, you' here some words were scribbled out, ' are a wonderful person, if Harry's too preoccupied with whatever is going through his head' the pace of the writing quicken as though the writer was speaking from the heart ' to notice you then it's his loss, you're better then him, you don't need his attention. Yours worried-for-you PS. If you'd like to answer stick your letter to the bottom of the third study desk to the right in the Library'
It was finished off with a worried 'smiley face' .which brought a small smile to Ginny's lips, but after rereading the letter she decided against it. Whoever the writer was, she refused to give them the pleasure of her correspondence, especially after all the harsh things aid about Harry, which made her indignant. This letter, criticsing her Harry, from a mere stranger.
Later that day she saw something that changed her mind, as she was walking down to the library. She passed a classroom. Harry and Hermione were sitting together, talking. It looked like Harry had decided to let some one into confidence after all, and it stung Ginny that she wasn't the one. She scribbled a note between writing her Charms and Transfiguration. It said
'I'm so great?- Tell me why.'
She had decided to take risks, O.W.L.s were drawing near and she needed a break from this tedium.
A/N all will be come clear in the following chapters, I know Draco's acted oddly but we'll find out why. R&R everybody! Chap 1