Just an Infatuation….

A/N: Here you guys go..another nice and long d/g fic! Sorry for making you fans wait so long, school was killing me and having Advance Placement English isn't fun(teacher making me write 2 huge essays!) Anyways, here you go and enjoy! Don't forget to read and review at the end…:)

It was mid afternoon, but it always seemed night time at the Malfoy Manor. Long, gaudy drapes smothered the windows like chocolate and the only present light was from the burning candles, and oversized fireplaces. Draco sat in his room, still recovering from the past previous nights. He was sent a deadly mission, and he failed. His father of course was unhappy with him, and this only angered Draco. He couldn't be his father, his mother always knew. Sometimes it sucked being the only child, having a brother out doing him would be ok. At least then he would have freedom instead of being forced to follow his father's footsteps. Draco laid awake on his bed, the satin sheets forming around his body causing peaceful nights sleep. He was wide awake tonight, fighting his tears and knowing Slytherin doesn't cry. Lately, he didn't even know if he was pure Slytherin.

"Nonsense.." he muttered to himself.

He tossed and turned a bit before hearing a knock form the door.

"Yes?"

"It's your mother, open up."

He sighed, pulled himself off his bed and went for the door. He opened it to find his mother in her usual black gothic evening gown.

"I'm going out, stay here and behave yourself."

Draco rolled his eyes, and his mother unfancied it.

"I don't like it when you do that. If your so bored, try doing something useful, like preparing for school!"

Without another word, she turned forcefully on her heel and walked off. Draco watched her, pain rising from head to toe. He slammed the door shut and walked in frustration to his window. He reached the window and forced it open. He leaned over the edge, peering out and letting the cool breeze brush against his face. He closed his eyes, and for one second wished his family was like the Weasley's. He laughed at such a thought, but found himself slightly crying shortly after. He knew deep inside he wished he could love his family and be around them every day like Ron was with his parents. They stuck together through everything, and Draco was jealous. He was all alone at home, stuck in his own insanity without anyone to take down with him. He continued to look at the sky, the sunset taking its place. He watched, his mind trailing off in uncharted territories. His father would kill him if he was able to read his son's mind at this moment. While thinking of the damn Weasley's, one in particular came into mind and mingled for awhile. He knew she was just like one of them, no matter how beautiful she appeared. This of course was Ginny, the only red headed sister in the family. She had changed a lot since her first year, and he knew it. She was just a blur until sixth year came along, and she suddenly attracted everyone! Draco even found himself staring at her as she ate her food in the Great Hall, the way she tossed her hair while talking to Dean or Michael, and then when she was wrapped around Potter. Potter, icky Harry ended up dating the girl who gave up on her crush with him years ago. Draco smiled, knowing exactly why Harry did what he did. Sneaky, and gorgeous Ginny used love potion to get Harry to notice to her. That's when it hit him, he knew how to spend time around Ginny, without getting much unneeded attention for it. He would annoy her and bother her about the potion, maybe then she'll fess up about it and be all his. Before he could stop himself, he lifted his arm and gave a swing for his face. He should never even consider such a thing, he had Pansy to mind his company. Then again, she wasn't a red head who blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and had the face of an angel. Draco closed his eyes and sighed a deal of regret before closing the window and going to bed.

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It was the next morning, and Draco awoke from yet another dream involving Ginny and his satin sheets. He got up, and showered for mere hours. He got out, wrapped a towel around his lower waist and walked downstairs. He ran a hand threw his wet hair and walked down the stairs, trying to keep his minds off Ginny. He reached the bottom, and noticed a servant standing by.

"Hello young Malfoy."

"Water please."

With that, the servant gave a small bow and walked to the kitchen. Draco walked around, wondering whether his mother ever came home last night. He noticed her gown from last night was sprawled on the master chair so he assumed she was home. He went in the kitchen, and noticed her there reading the daily Prophet.

"Your father is still in Azkaban. There trying to get him out."

Draco sighed, happy in a way to see his father far from home. Narcissa looked at her son, noting the happiness in his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled, slamming the paper against the table. Draco didn't jump, but look up into his mother's fiery eyes.

"Nothing."

He knew she didn't believe him, but he noticed her eyes were bloodshot, and she was suffering from a headache.

"Drinking away your problems wont solve anything."

Narcissa looked at her son, waiting to swing her fist. She bit her lower lip before dropping the paper and walking out of the kitchen. Draco sighed, shoving the vision of Ginny out of his mind and reaching for the glass of water on the table. He drank it in mere seconds, slammed the glass down and went back upstairs to dress. He was out of the kitchen and halfway up the stairs when suddenly he hears a knock at the door. He sighed in frustration, and stomped off the stairs and to the door. He unlocked it and opened it. In his eyes, his heart stopped and he could of sworn her face was redder than her hair for his towel had come undone from his waist.

"Draco?"

It was no other than Ginny Weasley.