(A/N Okay, so technically this is my first fanfic… and who better for me to write about than the odd pairing of Ginny and Draco? An odd pairing but I like it… and if you've been reading their stories, I hope this one isn't like the others and it doesn't feel repetitive. I'm trying to approach this from a new angle, but I honestly have no control over how this story turns out. It's my mind's story, and my mind is a strange and dangerous place. Enjoy!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any Characters in the Harry Potter Series… unfortunately. You can tell from the last book. I love Fred, and, well, we all know what happens to him. Now enough of me boring you with all this formal stuff… Let's get to the good stuff…
Prologue:
Walking in the halls, not one noticing the other. Well that was until the blond, rather ungracefully, bumped into the red head. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, Ice Prince, had just bumped into, in his eyes, filth, and on accident no less. Draco Malfoy Bumped into someone accidentally?
That he did, that he did.
But the hallways were empty so no one saw this particular disgrace. Except of course, the utterly bamboozled Ginny Weasley.
She fell, her things flying. She stared, no not stared, glared upwards to see who it had been.
Draco Malfoy stumbled backwards, barely stopping himself from falling as well. He saw her glare, briefly thinking if looks could kill. Then he recovered himself, feeling quite guilty. What? He was a Malfoy. Malfoy's don't feel guilty. Nonetheless, Malfoy's were gentleman. And despite what his father Lucius would say, Draco only saw it right to be gentlemanly to the lady whom he knocked down. Even of that lady was scum.
She could only set there, dumbstruck, as Malfoy began to politely gather her things. When finished, he shifted her stuff onto his left arm and reached out to help her up with his right.
Malfoy? Offering to help her up? After he so rudely bumped into her? Surely not. He wouldn't, couldn't be that nice. She stared at his hand with a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and curiosity. Malfoy, helping? This has got to be a first.
But, regardless, her thigh now hurt quite a lot. So she accepted the help. Grateful, of course, but she was still confused. As he pulled her up it dawned on her. There had to be an alterior motive. There couldn't not be one. After all, he was a Malfoy and she was Weasley, While both pure blood families. neither got along all that well. They had different views and beliefs and that affected everything. They didn't get along, not at all. And they wouldn't, both families were far too proud and neither will admit that they were ever wrong.
But that's a different story, this, this is the story of changes of two teenagers, going through life, never truly accepting the way their families looked at things, but never with a voice loud enough to say anything about it.
(A/N Truly, I didn't want it to end like that. But I did want it to end when I got to one page. I really didn't want it to be this short. But, whatever. If you got all the way down here, you are awesome. Don't be shy, review, criticize, and don't be a stranger. I will be adding the next chapter as soon as I write it. Which should be today so… the wait won't be that long. Hope you enjoyed the story… )