A/N: Wheee! Since I finished my first Pansy and Harry fic (which no one but Taffy has reviewed! ;.;) I decided to start a new series. Hopefully, I'll finish it. It'll be my first one since my Jyoumi trilogy in the Digimon section. Every story will contain a different couple (and requests for couples and suggestions for situations are always appreciated), given a different situation, which will be written as the summary. I hope you like it! This one is the first part of the series, and it is a D/G.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters are property of JKR, and not me, JSW. I was soooo close. ;.;

Quote of the fic: He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals. ~Benjamin Franklin

He didn't believe in love. She lived her life by it. What would it take for her to convince him that maybe there are things more important than yourself?

It was now or never. She followed him into the empty potions room, silently, but she knew he could sense her. The same way she could sense him when he was around her. She braced herself for the inevitable.

He swung around and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Go away." he said simply.

"No." she responded, equally decided.

Irritated, he said in a darker tone, "Go away little weasel. You don't know what you're getting into."

"Maybe I do. I'm going to stay here, with you, until you realize that I am not some trick of your imagination! I am REAL Draco Malfoy, just as real as you, and everything I feel is real."

"Impossible Weasley. Love is just a trick of emotions. Love isn't real, only the exaggerated difference between one person and everyone else."

Ginny grinned and said, "George Bernard Shaw."

"Yes, one of the few smart muggles out there apparently."

"Well, I have another George for you. George Sand-'There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.' How about that?"

"That man was obviously nut case."

Ginny sighed and said, "Draco, when you look at me, what do you feel?"

"That's none of your business Weasley."

"But it is Draco. I feel those things too! You don't have to be afraid. You don't have to hide from those feelings. Love is real Draco, and you're so lucky because you've gotten to feel it, and have someone who loves you back! I do love you Draco, I do! Don't let the hatred take over your heart."

The speech she gave left Draco seemingly unaffected. His ice blue eyes held the same cold glare they did five minutes before, and she wasn't sure if her love was strong enough to cancel out the 17 years of hate he had building up inside of him.

"Draco," she tried again, this time more daring, "who told you love didn't exist?"

"My father." he said, unsure of her new game.

"You believe something your father told you?"

It was no big secret now that Draco didn't like his father, or agree with many of his beliefs. His father, now laying in the mentally disabled section of St. Mungo's, was not something which Draco wanted to associate himself with now.

"It was one of the extremely few things he was right about."

"You really believe that Draco? You really believe that?"

She didn't miss the flash of uncertainty in his eyes, and grabbed on it.

"See? You don't. When has your father ever been right Draco? Everything he ever taught you were lies, except for the dark magic you learned. Why would he be right about that one thing, especially when you feel it so deep inside of you? I feel it, just as strong as you do Draco, and we can build on that! Won't you at least try?"

Knowing that her battle could not be won just yet, she walked out, to let the impact of her words sink in. He didn't have much longer to really decide, but she hoped he would make the right choice.

Before she was out of his hearing range she said, "Draco, you know you're better than what your father always told you that you would be. Don't prove him right Draco. Don't become him."

She walked back to her common room, hoping against hope that he would understand.