(A/N) Okay, this isn't exactly my first attempt at a story, but it's the
first time I'm letting anyone read my work. Obviously, it's a work in
process. As I'm sure you already are aware, I am not J.K Rowling, so I
don't own the rights to the characters. The plot, however, is mine. Feel
free to take it if you like, no need to go through the hassle of asking
(though I don't suppose you'd like to, there really isn't anything unique
with this one). If you find anything funky, misspelled, explained wrong,
TELL ME so I don't look like a bigger idiot. Yeah, I'm aware of the fact
that the titles cheesy, I don't care. If you can think up something better,
TELL ME, and I'll change it. I'll give you credit of course. Now, on with
the story. =)
Ginny Weasley had once again snuck into the library at Hogwarts. She enjoyed the thrill, for one, and also because she liked being able to read books from the restricted section. She walked very quietly up and down the isles, looking for one that would perk her interest. She collected a few, and walked back towards the tables. She sat down, mumbled Lumos, and began to read one. Her mind, however, was in a different place that night. It was her Sixth year at Hogwarts, and quite possibly (with all years considered) the weirdest one yet. Of course she was taking the Chamber of Secrets into account, but she never thought her family's greatest enemy would enchant her so.
Draco Malfoy, wherever she went, seemed to be watching her. Not with his usual accusing eyes. No, it was more of a curious look, a look that made her whole body tingle. The same thing happened to Draco when he caught Ginny looking at him. They didn't quite know what they were accomplishing, or where it was leading to, but for half the year, each others gazes had haunted the other. Draco, being in his seventh year, had seemed to have lost the will to tease the Weasley's as much as he used to. Ginny certainly hoped because of this, she was starting to see Draco in a new light.
She shook her head. She could not let this keep getting to her. She began reading again, her mind wandering to Draco and his enchanting eyes every now and then. She was finally getting into the book when she heard a door creak. She instantly looked up, and saw a shadow of a body enter the great room. She quickly closed the book, collected her few personal belongings she had brought with her, and ran. She didn't quite know where she was running to.maybe a hiding place? All she could hear was her own footsteps and her heavy breathing. She would be found out for sure. She ran into a darker part of the library, one part even she hadn't entered before. She stopped there; trying to catch her breath, hoping she lost whoever it was that entered the room. As she stood there, looking into the darkness, all she could here, again, where the quick choked sounds of her labored breathing. No other sounds, no other light. She began to let her mind play tricks on her. Was it a ghost? Was it someone trying to hurt her? Was it.Voldemort? No, no of course not.but maybe? Her eyes were wide with light panic. He couldn't get in here, not with Dumbledore, could he? And why would he be in the library, of all places? With every thought, her heart began to beat quicker, her nervous level rose. She heard a noise. A footstep, a rustle of robes. She drew in a sharp intake of breath. There, there it was again! She turned quickly, was it coming from behind her? She began to backup, thinking it was absolutely necessary to find herself back to the main entrance as quickly as possible and LEAVE. She turned around quickly, her arms clutching her own book she had brought. Suddenly she collided with an object, a person. She stumbled backwards a few steps, her mind not registering what just happened. Her eyes searched the persons face for any recollection. Pale blond hair, silvery (or what appeared to be) eyes, a sneer.Malfoy.
"Oy, what are you trying to do to me?" Ginny strained her voice by trying to sound angry, and trying to keep quiet at the same time. Her heart still kept its rapid beat, was he going to turn her in?
"I'm not trying to do anything to you. Why are you in here?" He demanded.
"It's a library, if it wasn't obvious enough to you. I'm here to read? You know, look at the symbols on the paper and understand it?" She started to brush past him, her heart fluttered briefly, when she felt his hand grab her arm.
"Why, why are you always staring at me?" His voice was unreadable. Ginny answered quickly, "I'm not always staring at you Malfoy, stop flattering yourself." The truth was, and they both new it, she had been staring at him a lot. Well, he had been doing his fare share of the staring. His hand loosened its grip a bit.
"I don't know why I stare at you either." Ginny was surprised. He saw through her pathetic attempt at covering up her staring problem. At least he was man enough to admit his, and to say he didn't understand it. In a way, it made this easier for Ginny.a very small way. They were silent for a little while, not knowing how to continue.
"I mean, it's not like I have feelings for you.I just can't stop staring at you whenever I see you. It's like you've put some sort of curse on me." Ginny shook his hand off and glared at him.
"Well if it is a curse, I had nothing to do with it," She snapped. She saw his lips curve into a sneer.
"And how do I know that for sure?" He paused. "Well, you are a Weasley; I don't think you'd be capable of much prolonged magic." Ginny expected herself to be angered by his comment, but she only felt hurt. Draco also regretted his words immediately after saying them.
"Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on with this. I don't very much like being the person I am, and not being able to have control over my own emotions." Ginny looked into Draco's eyes.
"Well I don't like it either." They glared at each other for a few seconds. Ginny's gaze began to soften.
"When I see you in the Great Hall, from across the tables, I almost feel faint. Almost like my heart flutters and I just feel like being close to you." She didn't quite know why she was explaining herself to him, it just came out. Draco's eyes were still quite unreadable.
"I feel the same way. Many times I've caught myself from actually walking over and talking to you." Another long pause followed his statement. "You are very pretty, you know." Ginny blushed, but thanks to the limited amount of light in the aisle, he couldn't see.
"Thanks..." Her voice trailed off. Why was he telling her this? And why was she acting like she had feelings for him?
"Why do you hate my family?" Again, she didn't know why she asked him this question, but she wanted to know. After a few moments, Draco spoke.
"I don't hate your family. I heavily dislike most of the people in your family. I can't explain it; it's the way I've been brought up." Ginny was not offended by his statement, she understood.
"I dislike most of the people in your family as well." She could see Draco's jaw clench; he wanted to insult her. But to her amazement, he smiled.
"I wonder what they would think, if they knew we felt the way we feel about each other." His smile faded when he noticed Ginny wasn't smiling.
"How do we feel about each other?" She knew how she felt. She knew that she secretly longed to kiss him, to listen to him talk about his day. She knew she wanted him, for whatever reason.
"I don't know," He paused. "I just wish you were a Slytherin." He added quietly. This certainly was one side of Draco Malfoy not many people have seen. Ginny absentmindedly looked around the aisle. She felt very uncomfortable standing there with him, not talking about anything. When she heard the door squeak, she jumped.
"Alright now, my pet, alright. Let's just see what sort of trouble we can find in here, shall we?" It was Filches voice, echoing through out the room, talking to his cat. Ginny looked up into Draco's eyes. She saw a slight tinge of fear there too.
Draco had been watching Ginny. She had been looking at her feet, the shelves of books, the ceiling. He could tell she was nervous. For her sake, he pretended he was too. He knew late at night Ginny would sometimes sneak down to the library, and this particular night, he thought he would get down to the bottom of this, and follow her. He didn't know why this school year had been filled with thoughts of Ginny; he didn't quite like it either. As he watched her, he noted how her robes looked old, worn in some places. Now why in hell would he be infatuated with poor Ginny Weasley? Thinking about her being in the financial state she was in started his thoughts flowing. He almost wished he could save her from poverty. He almost wished he could buy her nice, expensive, beautiful things, and have her fawn over them, batting her eyelashes in awe at him. Pathetic fool, his mind screamed. He heard the door open with a prolonged squeak. He saw her frighten, and look to him for answers. He wasn't very scared, but he knew if he had been caught with her, the whole school would know they were having a "midnight rendezvous" in the library, of all places. He turned around and began continuing down the aisle of books, trying to find the wall.
Ginny watched him leave. He's leaving me here?! Her heart began to beat faster. She looked around, trying to formulate a good escape plan.
Ginny Weasley had once again snuck into the library at Hogwarts. She enjoyed the thrill, for one, and also because she liked being able to read books from the restricted section. She walked very quietly up and down the isles, looking for one that would perk her interest. She collected a few, and walked back towards the tables. She sat down, mumbled Lumos, and began to read one. Her mind, however, was in a different place that night. It was her Sixth year at Hogwarts, and quite possibly (with all years considered) the weirdest one yet. Of course she was taking the Chamber of Secrets into account, but she never thought her family's greatest enemy would enchant her so.
Draco Malfoy, wherever she went, seemed to be watching her. Not with his usual accusing eyes. No, it was more of a curious look, a look that made her whole body tingle. The same thing happened to Draco when he caught Ginny looking at him. They didn't quite know what they were accomplishing, or where it was leading to, but for half the year, each others gazes had haunted the other. Draco, being in his seventh year, had seemed to have lost the will to tease the Weasley's as much as he used to. Ginny certainly hoped because of this, she was starting to see Draco in a new light.
She shook her head. She could not let this keep getting to her. She began reading again, her mind wandering to Draco and his enchanting eyes every now and then. She was finally getting into the book when she heard a door creak. She instantly looked up, and saw a shadow of a body enter the great room. She quickly closed the book, collected her few personal belongings she had brought with her, and ran. She didn't quite know where she was running to.maybe a hiding place? All she could hear was her own footsteps and her heavy breathing. She would be found out for sure. She ran into a darker part of the library, one part even she hadn't entered before. She stopped there; trying to catch her breath, hoping she lost whoever it was that entered the room. As she stood there, looking into the darkness, all she could here, again, where the quick choked sounds of her labored breathing. No other sounds, no other light. She began to let her mind play tricks on her. Was it a ghost? Was it someone trying to hurt her? Was it.Voldemort? No, no of course not.but maybe? Her eyes were wide with light panic. He couldn't get in here, not with Dumbledore, could he? And why would he be in the library, of all places? With every thought, her heart began to beat quicker, her nervous level rose. She heard a noise. A footstep, a rustle of robes. She drew in a sharp intake of breath. There, there it was again! She turned quickly, was it coming from behind her? She began to backup, thinking it was absolutely necessary to find herself back to the main entrance as quickly as possible and LEAVE. She turned around quickly, her arms clutching her own book she had brought. Suddenly she collided with an object, a person. She stumbled backwards a few steps, her mind not registering what just happened. Her eyes searched the persons face for any recollection. Pale blond hair, silvery (or what appeared to be) eyes, a sneer.Malfoy.
"Oy, what are you trying to do to me?" Ginny strained her voice by trying to sound angry, and trying to keep quiet at the same time. Her heart still kept its rapid beat, was he going to turn her in?
"I'm not trying to do anything to you. Why are you in here?" He demanded.
"It's a library, if it wasn't obvious enough to you. I'm here to read? You know, look at the symbols on the paper and understand it?" She started to brush past him, her heart fluttered briefly, when she felt his hand grab her arm.
"Why, why are you always staring at me?" His voice was unreadable. Ginny answered quickly, "I'm not always staring at you Malfoy, stop flattering yourself." The truth was, and they both new it, she had been staring at him a lot. Well, he had been doing his fare share of the staring. His hand loosened its grip a bit.
"I don't know why I stare at you either." Ginny was surprised. He saw through her pathetic attempt at covering up her staring problem. At least he was man enough to admit his, and to say he didn't understand it. In a way, it made this easier for Ginny.a very small way. They were silent for a little while, not knowing how to continue.
"I mean, it's not like I have feelings for you.I just can't stop staring at you whenever I see you. It's like you've put some sort of curse on me." Ginny shook his hand off and glared at him.
"Well if it is a curse, I had nothing to do with it," She snapped. She saw his lips curve into a sneer.
"And how do I know that for sure?" He paused. "Well, you are a Weasley; I don't think you'd be capable of much prolonged magic." Ginny expected herself to be angered by his comment, but she only felt hurt. Draco also regretted his words immediately after saying them.
"Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on with this. I don't very much like being the person I am, and not being able to have control over my own emotions." Ginny looked into Draco's eyes.
"Well I don't like it either." They glared at each other for a few seconds. Ginny's gaze began to soften.
"When I see you in the Great Hall, from across the tables, I almost feel faint. Almost like my heart flutters and I just feel like being close to you." She didn't quite know why she was explaining herself to him, it just came out. Draco's eyes were still quite unreadable.
"I feel the same way. Many times I've caught myself from actually walking over and talking to you." Another long pause followed his statement. "You are very pretty, you know." Ginny blushed, but thanks to the limited amount of light in the aisle, he couldn't see.
"Thanks..." Her voice trailed off. Why was he telling her this? And why was she acting like she had feelings for him?
"Why do you hate my family?" Again, she didn't know why she asked him this question, but she wanted to know. After a few moments, Draco spoke.
"I don't hate your family. I heavily dislike most of the people in your family. I can't explain it; it's the way I've been brought up." Ginny was not offended by his statement, she understood.
"I dislike most of the people in your family as well." She could see Draco's jaw clench; he wanted to insult her. But to her amazement, he smiled.
"I wonder what they would think, if they knew we felt the way we feel about each other." His smile faded when he noticed Ginny wasn't smiling.
"How do we feel about each other?" She knew how she felt. She knew that she secretly longed to kiss him, to listen to him talk about his day. She knew she wanted him, for whatever reason.
"I don't know," He paused. "I just wish you were a Slytherin." He added quietly. This certainly was one side of Draco Malfoy not many people have seen. Ginny absentmindedly looked around the aisle. She felt very uncomfortable standing there with him, not talking about anything. When she heard the door squeak, she jumped.
"Alright now, my pet, alright. Let's just see what sort of trouble we can find in here, shall we?" It was Filches voice, echoing through out the room, talking to his cat. Ginny looked up into Draco's eyes. She saw a slight tinge of fear there too.
Draco had been watching Ginny. She had been looking at her feet, the shelves of books, the ceiling. He could tell she was nervous. For her sake, he pretended he was too. He knew late at night Ginny would sometimes sneak down to the library, and this particular night, he thought he would get down to the bottom of this, and follow her. He didn't know why this school year had been filled with thoughts of Ginny; he didn't quite like it either. As he watched her, he noted how her robes looked old, worn in some places. Now why in hell would he be infatuated with poor Ginny Weasley? Thinking about her being in the financial state she was in started his thoughts flowing. He almost wished he could save her from poverty. He almost wished he could buy her nice, expensive, beautiful things, and have her fawn over them, batting her eyelashes in awe at him. Pathetic fool, his mind screamed. He heard the door open with a prolonged squeak. He saw her frighten, and look to him for answers. He wasn't very scared, but he knew if he had been caught with her, the whole school would know they were having a "midnight rendezvous" in the library, of all places. He turned around and began continuing down the aisle of books, trying to find the wall.
Ginny watched him leave. He's leaving me here?! Her heart began to beat faster. She looked around, trying to formulate a good escape plan.