Disclaimer: Oh, you know the drill. Of course I don't own anything from Harry Potter! If I did, would I really be here right now?… Okay, I actually probably would be. Anyway. No, don't own it. Just the plot (plot?) of this story.

Summary: A songfic for the pairing of Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, with lyrics from "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park.

Author's notes: Alright, so while I should have been working on my other D/G story I got the idea for this (while listening to Linkin Park, of course). This little plot bunny bugged me and bugged me until I tried to smash it with a hammer… but it's 100 plot bunny children came and beat me into submission… so here's a brand spankin' new fanfic! It was originally just going to be a oneshot songfic, but I decided it needed a prologue to make sense. So, here we go…

-Prologue-

Draco Malfoy glared daggers at the back of Harry Potter's head, which was directly in front of Ginny Weasley, who was blushing horribly. They had been standing together near the entrance of the Great Hall for some time, with mostly Harry talking. Hermione and Ron had abandoned Harry there at his request, and retired to the Gryffindor common room.

It was near the end of dinner and most everyone else had already left for their common rooms. Draco and only one other of his housemates were still sitting at Slytherin's table.

Draco sat, his half full plate of food abandoned in front of him, and a notebook propped open in his lap. His quill was hovering over the paper, poised for writing. But Draco's eyes were glued to the couple a few yards away.

Although he could not hear their discussion, he knew what Potter was asking Ginny. Why, a lot of boys had done the same over the past week, the first week back in Draco's seventh year to Hogwarts.

Ginny had changed noticeably over the summer. Her appearance had changed drastically after her fourth year, but now in her sixth no one had noticed until recently. Her hair, which she had been growing out since her second year, was long and flowing, and reached to the middle of her back. It's stark color made her stand out easily in a crowd. Her skin was pale and soft looking, with a light dusting of freckles, and reminded one of a porcelain doll.

Her eyes, warm and welcoming, were a deep shade of brown, with thin eyebrows above them. And while she was still quite lanky, she had acquired some curves since the last time Draco had seen her, and she had developed the feminine muscles of a girl who had to hold her own against six older brothers.

But no one had noticed these changes, no one except Draco. It could have been because, though changed in appearance, while still in her fifth year Ginny was still quite shy and kept mostly to herself. She had only two friends that she really hung around. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were far too secretive and "cliqued" for her to feel even remotely welcome while in their company.

And it could have been that she had a very imposing, and very protective older brother. If Ginny had known that Ron had just about threatened any male who appeared to be getting close to his sister, she would have been outraged. Not because she wanted the attention of boys, because she was really only interested in one, but because while her brother couldn't allow her in on any of his group's adventures or conversations, he still had the audacity to try and dictate her life.

But now Ginny had somehow emerged from her tiny, protective cocoon as a social little butterfly. She didn't need her friends around her to feel comfortable in a crowd, and talked jovially to anyone she felt inclined to. She was now not only funny and uplifting in the company of her friends, but lifted the moods of most people around her.

Many people, now no longer veiled of Ginny's existence, were noticing her kind and friendly nature, and were finding that she was a generally wonderful person to hang around, now that she wasn't restricting her whole personality to just her close friends and family. And with their noticing of her changed nature came notices of other good things about her.

Draco was disgusted. She was acting absolutely flirtatious around boys who previously didn't even know she existed, while he had been infatuated by her since her second year at Hogwarts!

Alright, so he had never been exactly friendly towards her… No, rather, he had taunted and teased her about any embarrassing or insignificant thing he could find, at any time possible, and she therefore had no reason to be interested in him. But he couldn't help himself! He had a reputation to uphold! And while he had been attracted to the youngest Weasley, he still absolutely loathed the rest of the muggle-loving saps in her family.

He just couldn't bring himself to be nice to her. Or anyone, really.

And yet, he still felt hurt that she could carry on the way she did with just about any other male in the school, while she treated him like the filth that gathered under her nails during Herbology lessons. Not that he didn't deserve it, mind you.

He still hated himself for getting attached. He didn't plan to, and in fact tried as hard as he could to quell the ridiculous feelings. Honestly, a Malfoy infatuated by a Weasley. The mere thought was laughable.

But he noticed, long before most everyone else, how she acted in the right company. How she could light up the lives of those around her, and how she glowed whenever she knew that she made someone else happy. Draco, surrounded by backstabbers and miscreants in the house of Slytherin, was very drawn to this particular trait.

But she was also such a frail individual… especially after her very harsh first year. But Draco, knowing nothing of Tom Marvolo Riddle, nor the incident between Ginny and his diary, had little idea of what could have happened to her. But he did notice her insecurity and brittleness, despite her boldness and flaring temper when provoked by himself or other members of his house.

It was something he admired.

Such an innocent, and shy creature could lash out so menacingly, with a sharp tongue that rivaled his own. But sometimes, when Draco said something particularly nasty, her anger got the better of her, and she stumbled over insults and curses, and was forced to storm off before making a fool of herself.

She was so cute when she was angry.

And now, at this very moment, as Draco watched with bated breath, the very person Ginny most admired was chatting her up. While his enemy stared on in envy.

"Well," Draco thought to himself in disgust, "yet another thing Potty has that I never will."

He snapped his book closed, and hurled it and his quill into his bag before hefting the bag over his shoulder and rising from his seat. He stalked across the hall and shoved into Potter as he passed him. Potter made to yell at Draco, but Ginny forced his attention away from him.

He had to get away from there. He walked through the entrance hall, then out of the large oak doors at the front of the castle, and then across the rolling green lawns of Hogwarts. He headed towards the Quidditch pitch, then up into the uppermost seats of the bleachers, and pulled out the notebook, quill, and ink again as he sat down.

He wrote the date down on the top of a clean sheet of paper, then proceeded to write about what had happened and how he felt. Anger, revulsion, jealousy, and malice were among the top, along with heartache and anxiety.

He wrote the top ten reasons why he deserved her more than Potter… and then the top 25 reasons why she would always love Potter more.

He had had an active journal in which he wrote in often for a few months now. And most of its content was fraught with tales and random thoughts on a young red-headed, brown-eyed goddess. He kept it near him always, in case of a sudden urge to write, or if something happened to him, and to keep it out of reach of anyone and everyone else. And because it was filled with so much of… her.

He sighed, shoving a handful of stringy, silver-blonde hair out of his eyes as he finished writing, then signed his name hurriedly at the bottom. He shoved his things back into his bag, but didn't get up to leave yet. He sat quietly, gazing around and thinking about things. He tried to clear his mind of Ginny Weasley, but that didn't work in the least. And so instead he thought deeply about her.

It had been a week since the word had spread of Ginny's and Harry's budding relationship, and Draco was as miserable as ever. He'd taken to hurling really spiteful insults at the golden trio lately, namely Harry, and in his constant sour mood he usually came out the victor, having much more insult inspiration by having his secret love stolen away from him.

And though he felt hurt, he couldn't bring himself to utter a harsh word to Ginny… and therefore hadn't said anything to her at all during the week.

But one evening, as he was walking up to his last class of the day and digging through his bag distractedly, he knocked into someone harshly. That someone's pile of books scattered across the floor, some sliding quite a distance, and Draco looked up instantly.

Ginny Weasley, with a look of dismay, surveyed her sprawled books, and knew as soon as she had seen who'd knocked into her that she would be retrieving and stacking them up again alone.

She had, apparently, had them all stacked so high that she couldn't see where she was going. She bent down and started plucking them up again, carefully stacking them near her on the floor.

"Watch where you're going next time, Weas-" but he didn't get out another word. As he had started to walk off again, his foot landed on one of the fallen books and it slid over the slick floor, dragging Draco down to the ground to join it. He yelped in surprise, just before his head hit the stone.

It wasn't enough to knock him unconscious, but it caused colorful sparks to shoot off in his brain and sent his bag flying.

Ginny, despite herself, gasped and hurried to Draco's side, "Are you alright?"

Draco hissed in pain as he slowly sat up, but his heart lifted as he noted the genuine concern in her voice. Perhaps there was hope for him yet.

Most of the things in Draco's bag had spilled out over the floor and Ginny went to gather them while Draco worked on standing up. She returned everything to the bag before handing it back to him and helping him stand up straight. She checked him over quickly, a frown etching her face.

"Don't worry about me, Weasley."

But Ginny wasn't quite convinced. Draco hadn't been the one who had to watch his head bounce off the floor like that. She shuddered. Draco sighed, "Fine, I'll go see Madame Pomfrey, alright?"

Ginny nodded uncomfortably, then hesitantly bent to stack her things. Draco, despite having told Ginny otherwise, felt dizzy and had the urge to empty his stomach of its contents, and so he did indeed head to the hospital wing.

Ginny had nearly every book stacked beside her after Draco had long since turned the corner at the end of the hallway. And then she noticed a book that definitely wasn't one of the school's. It was a black leather notebook with a strap that looped around to the front and buttoned there, holding the book closed. Ginny's curiosity got the better of her and she opened the book, flipping to about the middle and read the first paragraph.

Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what she had just read!

"I can't believe it. That slimy, insufferable git finally noticed her. My scarlet goddess is now curled securely around Harry Potter's little finger. He treated her like the adopted sister that he didn't really want for so many years, and now that she's got every other guy looking at her, he moves in. I noticed Ginny Weasley first. I saw her for what she was worth, and loved her from afar for so long. And he comes up out of nowhere and sweeps her off of her feet and away from me."

'No… this couldn't be what it looks like…' But Ginny's fears were confirmed when she noted the scribbled name at the bottom of the page.

'Oh, gods…' Ginny took in a shuddering breath, 'No… no, no, no, no! NO!' She closed her eyes, feeling a horrible sensation creep up her spine. This wasn't happening. This was some kind of joke.

Throwing cares of other people's privacy to the wind, she continued reading. It was, after all, about her… She had a right to know…

The journal's page was long and ranting, telling of mixed feelings that Draco had had for Ginny. He loved her and loathed her. Ginny felt a lump rise in her throat, but she wasn't quite sure why.

The page ended with two lists, which read as shown:

Top ten reasons why I deserve her more:

1. Because I have more money than that git, Potter.

2. Because I have better looks than that git, Potter.

3. Because I could be a hero, too, if she asked me.

4. Because I pay attention to her, whether she notices or not.

5. Because my family is pureblood.

6. Because I would take care of her.

7. Because the way she looks makes my heart stop.

8. Because I'd follow her anywhere.

9. Because she makes me sick, but I can't get enough of her.

10. Because I've loved her longer.

Top 25 reasons why she'll always love him more:

1. Because she doesn't care about money, even if she should.

2. Because if you're that git, Harry Potter, you look good anyway.

3. Because that git, Potter is a natural hero, and didn't become one for a girl.

4. Because she devotes her attention to that git, Potter.

5. Because she loathes my family.

6. Because he takes care of her.

7. Because of the way she looks at him.

8. Because she's always followed him.

9. Because he's more than enough for her.

10. Because she's loved him forever.

There was more to that list, but Ginny stopped herself from reading onward.

It made her stomach churn and her mind spin. She didn't know what to think. How could Malfoy possibly feel this way about her, when he treated her like dirt? Not to mention everyone she cared about. How could he possibly think she could love something like that? A part of her felt ashamed and confused, while another part of her screamed in rage.

How dare he feel these feelings and write these things, when all he could do to her face was sneer, and smirk, and utter snide remarks? Her fist clenched and unclenched. She hadn't felt so angry in a long time, though that was partly due to how confused she was, and another feeling that she couldn't quite understand. It made her throat tight and her lip quiver.

She growled, shoving the rest of the books onto the stack and then hefting them up as she stood. She had volunteered to take the trio's books to the library for them while they went off on some adventure or another. She didn't know, as she wasn't invited. She shrugged off the feeling of being left out and her mind was again plagued by thoughts of Malfoy. The thoughts accompanied her all the way to the library, and then, as she walked out the door now holding Draco's journal, she decided she couldn't take it any more.

She made up her mind. Setting her jaw and forcing herself not to back down, she marched to the hospital wing. She reached for the door knob and half expected him to not even be there, and was genuinely surprised when his cool grey eyes met her upon entry. Her face was still locked in an expression of determination.

Draco's heart leapt into his throat as Ginny Weasley walked over the threshold of the hospital wing, and his eyes nearly filled with tears of joy. What was she doing there? Was she really that worried about him? Where was Potter right now? His mind raced and his heart beat faster with each thought that darted through his mind.

And then he noticed her expression. She wasn't happy. His gaze lowered to her hand, in which she held some sort of book. She approached the bed and her look of determination turned into an expression of absolute and unmatched fury. She thrust the book into his chest roughly. Draco looked down at it, catching it in his hands just before she moved away.

His gaze jumped to Ginny's, horrified at what she had given him. She knew. She had read it. She knew.

He swallowed, though it was exceptionally hard with the lump that had formed in his throat.

She gave him one last, piercing glare… and then left. Just walked away.

His brain coursed with so many different feelings that it felt like he was drowning. Horror, anger, confusion, fear, paranoia, pain, grief, loss… relief? She finally knew. His dirty little secret was out. He sank further into the soft hospital bed, closing his eyes and trying to will away the painful events he'd just endured.

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A/N: So, how was that? I'm not sure how well I'm doing with this whole love/angst/mooshy feelings thing. Let me know? It's definitely not one of my best, but it was just something I had to get out of my system. So don't judge me just by this little side project.

You may not think I'm much of a D/G shipper because of this fic, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I love D/G, more than any other ship in all of the world. Truly. But, sometimes… you just hunger for a little bit of onesided romance.

Oh, and just to let you know… I don't normally like making Ginny sound so… pretty, I guess. She's not really supposed to be gorgeous, or anything… but it helped the story along in this fic. Sort of. Oh, bugger… sigh Well… whatever. Don't worry, I won't make it a habit to make Ginny seem Mary Sue-ish.

SO ENDS THE HUGE A/N

P.S. Next chapter to be uploaded after I wake up… because I'm so tired…