Hey yall, I deleted Kiss My Eyes :( I did not like the way I wrote it. So Instead I wrote this one. As Always I do not own Harry Potter or any related Characters. They Belong to JK Rowling. I Hope you all enjoy

Rapture Me

Chapter One: Mystery

"Mysterious, is what I'll Call you." Rebecca St. James

The Hogwarts Express didn't feel right for her seventh year. The war was over yes, The Dark Lord being defeated, but things weren't the same. Fall had come to England, and with it, the peace of knowing that the darkest wizard of all time was no longer a problem.

The cool crispness of the leaves turning fit nicely with Ginny's cold mood. She was not looking forward to this year, sharing it with her brother, his girlfriend and her ex boyfriend. Harry Potter was the Wizarding Worlds Savior. Ginny had been so positive that when the war was over, they would be together again.

Ginny didn't know how wrong she was. Harry had come back to her, but only to turn around and shred her heart once more two months later. She had once again gone from being his world, to his "adopted" little sister. Ginny hated it, and had withdrawn from The Famous Trio, also ignoring most of those that supported them.

As the Train began to pull away from the station, Ginny walked through the main aisle, looking for an empty compartment. She had barely said goodbye to anyone, her heart yearning for adventure and mystery. She hated the same old, same old. Coming around a corner, she ended up running into a group of Slytherins.

For once the snakes didn't banter her. Their sad eyes spoke of horrors she never saw, of things they were forced to do. Ginny felt her feelings tug on her. She never saw the Slytherins as evil, just misunderstood. Taking a chance, she smiled at them.

To her surprise, they smiled back. One of the girls in the group, known as Pansy Pug-nose Parkinson, nodded at her. The two girls seemed to reach an odd understanding; one of mutual respect. She admired the red head, Ginny could not imagine what courage it took to face Voldermort.

Continuing her walk, the youngest Weasley was unaware of a pair of Grey Eyes that followed her. Draco Malfoy had been cleared of all charges; including the murder of one Albus Dumbledore.

This no longer mattered to the platinum blonde. His parent's name was already smeared; he was left with the responsibility of rebuilding it. Known as the Slytherin Sex God, Draco was considered a player.

Draco watched Ginny's back. She had become strangely attractive in the past couple of years. Fire red hair spilled to her waist, her skin still softly pale. She had curved out in the all the right places, providing her with an athletic finger that some girls envied. She had very few freckles anymore, and always seemed alive.

Draco was drawn to her. Although no one knew, he had often found himself mesmerized by her. Her moves on the Qudditch pitch matched any guys, and she had the temper that was nothing but fire. She never gave in, she never backed down.

She was different from the women he was used to. The ones that fawned over him, begged him to take them to bed, ached for his love. She would ignore him, and when he would insult her, she would face him.

Draco looked towards his housemates, who were now wrapped up in what was wrong with the only girl in the Weasley family, why she was not following the Trio around. Theories of broken hearts and abuse were the main stream of conversation, making the blonde's head spin.

Unable to stand it any longer, he slipped away from the crowd; carefully following the steps of the girl he craved.

She sat in a compartment alone, grateful for not having anyone around her. She watched the landscape slip past in a blur of colors. Oranges, yellows, reds, greens. Blue sky and warm sunlight. Ginny yearned to be out in the fall air, to feel it tickle her skin and warm her heart. She wanted to run in the leaves, fly in the sky, leave this nightmare behind.

The door of her compartment opened and she turned her head, prepared to tell the person to leave her be, she wanted o be alone. The person standing at the door should have had her drawing her wand. Instead, they had her frozen in place.

Warm chocolate met soft grey. No words were spoken, the air tense with the snap and crackle of chemistry. He stood with his arms crossed, gazing into her, at her, through her. He was tall, with the build of a Qudditch player, blonde hair falling into his face. He stood as if he were authority, a quiet confidence that boasted none of the old arrogance, but still gave the warning he should not be taken lightly.

She felt her breath catch, felt her heart stop. The train compartment disappeared, the world outside disappeared. She could see in his eyes more then could ever be said. He craved her, would not dare touch her. He yearned to talk to her, but couldn't find the words.

Draco was at a loss for what to do. He had come into her compartment fully prepared to get her to fight with him, to hear her challenge him. Now facing her, he found himself raptured by her eyes. They questioned, they asked, they wondered. Yet she said nothing, not demanding he leave, no insults, no wand drawn. It was like she saw his thoughts, knew what he wanted. He felt his own heart tumble with something he could not place.

She broke eye contact, looking down at her hands, now in her lap. She tucked a strand of fire red hair behind her ear, feeling her face turn red at her own actions. She could still feel his eyes on her, somehow she found the courage to look up again.

He had not moved from his position by the door. His arms were still crossed, but this time his eyes were slowly looking her up and down. She could tell he was not looking at her because he thought she was a piece of meat, but as if she were something to be touched gently.

Ginny felt her throat go dry. She had her men, but never in her life had they pierced her this way. The longing she felt then was deep and bone jarring, sending her straight into a world of feeling she had never thought possible.

The compartment door opened behind him, and in stepped Hermione Granger.

"Hey Ginny, can I join you?" She asked pushing past Draco, as if he did not exist.

Ginny nodded, her eyes still not leaving Draco's chiseled face. She felt Hermione sit down next to her. She finally looked away from him, sighing. She smiled at Hermione.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Oh nothing. Got tired of Ron whining is all. Wanted to see how you were." The Seventeen-year-old replied.

Ginny didn't know how to describe how she felt, so her eyes fell on the window. "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

Ginny turned, plastering a fake smile to her face. Before her eyes fell on her friend, they glanced at the door of her compartment. Shock sent her mind reeling.

Like a ghost, he had slipped out. No noise, no pop, no slide. Instead, he had disappeared quietly, leaving an air of mystery and longing behind him.