Summary: Ginny never expected that a new professor would turn her life upside down. And what happens when the new professor is supposedly her worst enemy? Draco and Ginny Ship
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, except my character Peyton. The rest is the wonderful work of J.K. Rowling.
On a lover's getaway
It's all right, it's all right
If I'd rather wear your t-shirt
Than a sexy negligee
It's all right, it's all right
Every dinner doesn't have to be candlelit
It's kinda nice to know that it doesn't have to be
Perfect
Baby every little piece
Of the puzzle doesn't always fit
Perfectly
Love can be rough around the edges tattered at the seams
But honey if it's good enough for you
It's good enough for me
If your mother doesn't like
The way I treat her baby boy
It's all right, it's all right
If in every wedding picture
My daddy looks annoyed
It's all right, it's all right
Don't you know that all the fairy tales tell a lie
Real love and real life doesn't have to be
You don't mind if I show up late for everything
And when you lose your cool it's kinda cute to me
Ain't it nice to know that we don't have to be
-Sara Evans
Her red curls were pulled back into a loose ponytail, and strands fell down and circled her face. Freckles were scattered across the bridge of her nose, and many were piled on her pale arms. She pushed two trunks along side her as she ran towards the train station. In 10 minutes the train who be leaving, with or without her. She cursed silently, thinking of how it would be if the train cared even a spec about her very tight schedule. She didn't want to be late for her first day of seventh year.
As she stepped into the busy station she made her way right towards Platform 9 and ¾. As she ran fast towards her destination, she collided with another student. This sent her flying back, sending her two trunks scattering over the entire floor. As she got back up on her knees she had no time to yell at the boy. After picking her things up she rushed towards the brick wall. She gingerly ran into it and disappeared, then soon reappeared to where she was supposed to be.
She rushed up to the train and piled her luggage with all the other students. Forgetting that she didn't have her robes, she rushed to find a place to sit. She came to the last compartment and threw the door open. In it, her two bestfriends sat waiting for her.
A girl with light blond hair smiled up to her. As she got up on her feet, she stood about a couple inch's taller then Ginny. Her skin was tanned, and her bright blue eyes twinkled it the sunshine. She wrapped her arms around Ginny, and she could smell the scent of the ocean.
"Hey Peyton," Ginny said as she smiled up at the sweet girl in front of her. She had met Peyton at the end of her 5th year. They had gotten along right away, even thought they were so different. Peyton was the serious and loving one, while Ginny was laid back and funny. Peyton too was in Gryffindor, which made them even closer.
Virginia smiled down at her other bestfriend who seemed to be looking threw pictures. His brown hair was grown out, and hung over his eyes. He was tall, about an inch taller then Peyton. Ginny had always loved Colin, for he was the only one to befriend her when the school that that she was the next Voldermort. Colin had his camera slung over his neck like always, and kept snapping pictures.
He got up and gave Ginny a big bear hug. Her friends had always treated her with care and looked out for her, which she loved more then anything. Ginny sat down beside Peyton and across from Colin. The long ride to Hogwarts was pretty uneventful. Colin showed all his pictures from his trip to Paris, and Peyton talked on and on about how the water felt when she swam everyday in the ocean. Ginny didn't really have much to say, so all she did was sit back and smile as her friends talked about their cool adventures.
She couldn't help but think back to the horrible summer she had, with the battle of Voldermort finally ended. She silently looked out the window as a tear carelessly flowed down her cheek. Many had died in the war, and suffered for her own safety.
She shivered as she thought about what had happened on the final night, when she should have been the one to go. He had left, in hopes of protecting his entire family, but it had only led to his own death.
She was late, and if she missed breakfast she would be a wreck for the rest of the day. It was something that happened to the Weasley family; maybe it had to do with all the food her mother had feed her when she's at home.
As her feet ran down a deserted hallway, she tired to button up her blouse. Her skirt had already begun to make her itch, and her knee-high socks seemed to be falling down to her ankles. Her curls flew in every direction, and kept falling in her pale face, that contended eyeliner, eye shadow and mascara.
As she flew around a corner, she ran into someone hard. Two strong arms wrapped around her so she wouldn't fall. Once she was stabilized on the ground, she looked up to thank her savior. She quickly jumped back as she noticed who it was. Standing proud with the famous smirk on his face was Draco Malfoy. His silver blond hair fell over his eyes, and was not slicked back as it had been the year before. His gray eyes bored into her own chocolate brown once.
She began to get confused, for she knew she was in her seventh year. A smile slowly formed on her face, as she began to realize why he was here. She couldn't wait to tell everyone back home about it.
"So you failed you're NEWT's and now you're back to torment us again Malfoy?"
"That's Professor Malfoy to you sweetheart," he replied as his smirk grew bigger.
Her face went pale and she tried to comprehend what he had just said. Her mouth was open, while her eye's bulging out of her head. A smirk was still on his face as he turned around to head in the direction she had just came from.
Before he left her, he looked back and said, "It's not nice to gape at me Miss Weasley, I am now you're teacher." And with that he was gone.
As soon as Malfoy had disappeared towards the dungeons, Peyton came out of the Great Hall with food in her hands. As she neared Ginny, she noticed the look of confusion on her face. Peyton handed the food to Ginny with much care, and a look of worry covered her face.
"Malfoy…" was all Ginny could muster from her speechless mouth.
"Hunny, he is are new Potions teacher. I really wanted to tell you before you found out by yourself."
With that Peyton left, and headed towards the dungeons, for they had Potion's first. Ginny finally came to reality and ran to catch up with her. When they finally got there they sat down next to Colin, who seemed to be absorbed in a book. The classroom was full of students, but Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.
Ginny thought that maybe it had all been her imagination, but that thought was broken when Draco walked into the room. His hair was not slicked back as usual, and it hung over his eyes. He wore a robe that seemed expensive. He flicked his wand and notes appeared on the board. He soon gave them instructions to copy them down, which Ginny thought against it.
She would just get the notes from Peyton or Colin later, so she pulled out a letter, and took her light blue quill and silver ink out from her bag. She would write a note to Harry, who was now traveling Japan. At the end of last year he had finally defeated the Dark Lord, and had proposed to Cho Chang.
She had been heartbroken at the beginning, but who wouldn't be when you had a crush on them your entire life. She slowly knew in her heart that they could never be more then friends. He and Cho Chang were soul mates, and she would have to except that. She shrugged the thoughts of the final night out of her mind, but soon she couldn't any longer.
The rain was pouring down, and she stood still, catching everything she could with her lips. She hadn't realized he was watching her, as she began to turn around. She swung her body around faster and faster, until she fell down helplessly on the ground.
Tears began to fall from her eyes, even thought she didn't know why. She shed her tears for all those innocent souls that were lost in the final years. Even thought she couldn't hear a single sound, except the rain that gently feel from up above, she could feel their presence.
She didn't know how it had began, how she had began to do this odd magical thing. She could feel they're screaming, aching to tell her something. She heard something move behind her, and she roughly turned around. Harry stood there, looking deathly pale. He tried to say something, but nothing came out.
"It's time…"was all he managed to say.
A bolt of lighting shot from the sky, and she let out a hurling scream. It struck her, and she rose into the air. She felt funny, as thought something was behind sucked out of her. She opened her eyes to find red ones starring back at her. Blue and green lights sped past her, looking like all the stars were falling from the sky.
She sighed with relief as every emotion was sucked from out of her, knowing her time had come. She began to slowly close her heavy eyelids, but they burst open as she flew across the yard. Confusion filled her as she looked to where she had just been.
Tears fell from her eyes, as she saw the mess of red hair, and the lopsided grin telling her everything would be all right. She should have been there, not him. She began to feel the presence of the spirits again, them screaming at her. She had been wrong all along, they weren't anything but what she had always feared. They had been telling warning her, telling her she was to join them. She had been selfish, not thinking about anyone but herself. If you had told someone maybe he wouldn't be lying dead on the ground ….
She felt the tear that had rolled onto her cheek in the reality, but soon couldn't control herself. Letting the tears take over her, she could feel all the eyes that were boring into her face and back. Draco got up, feeling overly sad for the young girl. As he got to her side, he yelled at the other students to mind there own business, as he led Ginny out of the class room.
Draco let her cry, until she finally was all dried up. He lifted her head with his awfully warm finger, and gave her a slight smile. As soon as she saw his face, once more she burst into tears.
"I'm sorry my face makes you cry Miss Weasley," he said as he dropped his half smile.
"It's just," she tried to muster over her tears, "he had always smiled at me like that."
Draco didn't bother asking whom she had been talking about, for he knew perfectly well. He had heard about the whole thing in the paper, it had been in there for weeks. He tried not to think of it much, for that very night was the night his father had died. He never had known why, his mother wouldn't think of talking about his dead father.
"I do have to give you detention for the scene you put in my class Miss Weasley," he said in a whisper.
She wiped her tears away, and gave him the best smile she could muster in the time she was in. She walked back to Peyton and Colin, who both gave her warm smiles, telling that they understood what she was going threw. Even though they said they did, she really knew they didn't. No one knew, even how hard they tried to.
But she was wrong, because someone did know exactly how she felt. And soon destiny would help them find each other. Destiny has its ways, whether neither of them likes it or not.
A.N. Well, of course you know who the two people are at the end. Even thought Draco acted awfully nice in the last part of this chapter, it does not mean he has gone totally soft. He is a Malfoy, even if he doesn't like it. You are probably all wondering who died, well you'll just have to wait and see, and the lopsided grin doesn't mean it belongs to Ron Weasley.