Summary: Lord Voldemort hasn't come back yet. Everyone thinks he's dead. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Draco are all in their 7th year. They're almost done with Hogwarts, without a single struggle with you-know-who. But things are changing. Students wake up raving about The Lord and his return. Teachers are disappearing, owls no longer bring mail, and Draco is finally trying to tell Ginny about those feelings he's kept hidden from her for too many years. The outcome? No one will ever know.
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Draco
Okay, so what time is running out? So what it's seventh year, and I'm yet to summon up the courage to do what I so crave (and fear)? So what Potter and friends hate me, thus making my goal close to impossible? So what the only girl I'm relatively interested in is one of the few who despise me? I'm Draco Malfoy, I'll live.
The way Potter, Granger, and Weasley go on about it, you'd think I'd been uncivil from the start… For the most part, they're right (for once). Granger, Weasley and I have all hated each other for quite a while. But, I tried to befriend that Potter, show him around. But no, he'd already sunk too low for me to help him. He preferred that Weasley's company over mine!
From day one, he's hated me, and I him. We don't dislike, we hate. In some ways, I'm glad the only time we are really on opposite sides is during Quidditch. We may be in different houses, but we're in the same school. Were we any more different, there'd probably be more than the few true scuffles we've had over the years. Though, had we been truly on opposite sides, in the way I'm thinking, it'd have been the death of one of us.
Harry has really truly defeated the Dark Lord. For this, I'm grateful. The way Mother and Father rant on about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is tiresome, and almost scary. I can hardly imagine what would have happened if the Dark Lord had risen. If Harry hadn't killed the evil lord, I'd have had to kill Harry (or someone else… who knows?)
Pfft, I've got to stop brooding over such useless ideas. I've got a plan, and I'll make sure It'll get done… no matter what. Who am I kidding? I act all tough, but we all know I can't do it! … Wait, here come Ginny, maybe she's a sign there can be hope?
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Draco looks up and smirks. He stands and stretches. Some girl he can't see sighs. Despite the fact it's more than likely she wasn't sighing over him, it boosts his confidence.
He saunters over to the Ginny. She is busy talking with friends. A giggle is cut short as she notices Draco, and she stiffens. However, the stopping of her giggle, and her stiffening is so subtle and small, not even her friends who are right next to her notice.
Draco watches as she glances at him, not hostilely, but far from friendly. He nods, and walks near her, on the way to the same class as her. He was lucky, or rather: he had enough money in his pocket, to 'happen' to almost all his classes with her. Luckily, Ginny is almost as smart as he is, aka very very smart for a kid her age, so his being in her classes didn't make him seem dumb.
"Ginny," he drawls, "How does it feel to know that you're smart enough to be in some classes typically meant for seventh years?" at this, her eyes brightened because they were getting close to a topic she liked. "Or, rather, how do you like getting the honor of being in some of my classes?" At this, she scowled, turned her head, and resumed her conversation with her classmates. With a shrug, he hurries by, careful not to let her see that he is mildly frustrated.
I'm doing these first two chapters to introduce you to the thought processes of Ginny and Draco, and then we'll get to the plot. BTW: if you like dramione fanfics, go read Ridiculous by Amazing Tofu, and/or Can't Help Falling In Love With You by: Dramione96.
