Draco

Only Have Eyes For Her

Chapter 1- Slytherin and Gryffindor

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling, except the plot.

A/N: Hey this is my first fanfic so plz review, I really want to know what people think. This is only Chapter 1, and maybe you could email me suggestions. And I hope you like it!

Draco stared at her. Draco didn't know why, but he stared. She's beautiful, he said to himself. But how could she be beautiful? She had long frizzy almost auburn hair, her freckles stood out, and she was short. But to Draco, yes, Draco Malfoy, Mr. Mudblood hater and Weasley hater, she had long silky auburn hair, beautiful freckles, and was just the right height.

"I've waited six years already," He whispered to his seventeen year old self. "I need to do something before I explode!" He whispered her name, like the way he had so many times in his sleep, in class, everywhere. And made Goyle think he had a mad desire to kill her or something. He never told anyone about his secret love. They would laugh at him, because he was a Slytherin. Slytherins don't fall in love with Gryffindors. And then there was Pansy. Heck with Pansy! He thought angrily. I know who I love.

I love Ginny Weasly.

Draco couldn't take it any longer. He wanted to know if she returned her love. He sighed. One of these days she would fall at his feet and beg for his love. If not, he would make her. Draco scanned the table. No beer. Those house-elfs never have beer. With a wave of his wand, Draco said, "Assio beer!" Then, right in front of him, six tall glasses of beer appeared. And somewhere in the Muggle's world, the manager of a beer bar discovered six glasses of beer missing.

Draco sipped the beer delightfully. Crabbe and Goyle each drained a glass. As they reached for another one, they discovered that the glasses were all empty, and their friend, Draco Malfoy, sitting between them, looked like he was about the barf.

Draco stood up. His mind was fuzzy and his vision was fuzzier. But, he could still make out the blob of red in his vision that was Ginny. She was talking to Harry. Of course. She crushed on him. Too bad for her, she didn't know Harry's dark secret. Draco smiled. Harry hated Ginny. He hated red, and red hair. He hated his Gryffindor robes. That was the reason he got the twins and Ron to dye their hair black. But Ginny refused when he asked her. For some reason Harry's gone a little odd, ever since he defeated Voldemort and threw him in Azkaban. Got obsessed with killing. Draco smiled again as she headed out the Hall. He hurried to catch up with her.

***

Ginny Weasly grinned Harry, and Harry returned it. She thought Harry was really cute, with his messy black hair and nice smile. Though she wasn't sure if he liked her back. He would smile at her and talk, but it always seemed like homework or Quidditch practice or exams got in the way of a real conversation between the two.

She sighed as she said good-bye to Harry, and trudged out the Hall. She wanted someone to care for her, to be there when she needed him, to comfort her, a person she'd go to when she needed to cry. She sighed again. If only he would show up right now…

"Hey," said a voice.

Ginny whirled around.

It was Draco Malfoy.

***

Draco grinned at the expression on her face, of astonishment and disbelief. Maybe she craved for me all along, and she's really glad I showed up. This encouraged him.

"Want me to walk you to the tower?" he asked.

Ginny stared at him. "You don't know where it is, Malfoy."

Malfoy. Those words stung. But he wouldn't give up.

"Well, we could go to the Slytherin common room." He shrugged. "I could use some conversation." He tried a joke. "Crabbe and Goyle never say much."

Ginny just stared. "Okay," she finally said hesitantly.

Draco grinned. "Great."

***

Ginny snuck a glance up at him as they walked. She didn't know why he wanted to walk with her, maybe to wring out some information about Harry? What kind of boxers he wore? She giggled as she remembered Ron telling her that Harry wore boxers with pictures of cakes and sweets on them. They were his cousin's, Ron had told her.

Draco glanced down at her. "What?"

Ginny resumed a straight face. "Nothing."

Draco tried to fire up conversation. After all, what good is this if nothing comes of it? "So…you still got that crush on Harry? 'Cause I can tell you this, he doesn't like you."

Ginny stared up at him. "He doesn't?"

Draco nodded.

Ginny felt her heart break. She knew there wasn't a big chance he would like her, he liked Cho Chang. But there was a teensy weensy chance. And not knowing was really better than facing the truth. She felt a lump in her throat and tears welled up.

Draco Malfoy looked down at her. He could always tell when a person was crying, he's seen Crabbe and Goyle do it often enough when they couldn't find their teddy bears. And now Ginny was starting to cry. Was it something I said? He wondered. Oh, yeah, the Harry thing. Draco felt devastated. Here he was, with the girl of his dreams, and the first thing he said made her cry. Turning to look at her again, he noticed a tear. Without thinking, he reached over and wiped it away.

Ginny looked up at him. "What d'you do that for?"

Draco shrugged.

A few minutes dragged by and they soon reached the stone wall, the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Saying a password, Draco got the door open in no time.

Well, this is it. Draco thought to himself. It was all a waste of time.

Looking over her shoulder, Draco caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance. As it came closer, he noticed it was Goyle. He was running, and he didn't seem that he was going to stop.

"Look out!" he shouted, grabbing Ginny, and together they fell in a heap and Goyle whizzed by, not even glancing at them.

Draco was on top of Ginny, his hands on either side of her, supporting his weight. She was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. They didn't say anything.

"What happened?" Ginny finally asked.

Draco took a good look at her. Wasn't this what happens in books? Those drippy romances? He asked himself. The hero saves the heroine and then they make love. Draco knew they weren't going to do that. But the least she can give him for helping her was a kiss, right?

Leaning forward, Draco placed his mouth on hers.

Ginny melted into the kiss. At first she was a bit shocked, but the feeling soon left her. She never knew Malfoy was so sweet, that he could kiss so well. And she never thought he would save her or anything. Get rid of her, more like. But his kiss was strong and comforting, it made her never want to stop. Maybe that was why Pansy was so stuck on him. Draco pressed harder, and she kissed him back, her heart pounding.

She felt fire on his lips; she could hear him breathing. They kept on kissing, she didn't want to stop, she knew it could lead onto other things, perhaps it was better to stop, but it doesn't matter, she didn't care, soon Draco was kissing so hard her lips were bruised. His hand slid to the fastenings of her top-

"Malfoy, WHAT are you doing?"

***

Ginny felt horrible. Ron had been walking by and caught sight of them. She ran through the sequence of events again. First, he pulled them apart. That was easy to do, he shouted, and they broke apart instantly. Then, after he made sure Malfoy hadn't given her some sort of germs or anything, he started yelling at Malfoy.

Now, as she sat with her back to the wall and her arms around her knees, she listened to Ron yell, and Malfoy sticking in a sentence here and there. It was awful, the way Ron was sticking the blame all on Malfoy. She knew she kissed him back, but she wasn't going to tell Ron that. Who knows what he might do. But it really was hard to stop kissing, she told herself. There was something in him that pulled her towards him, maybe it was the good side of him. He sure didn't seem like the Draco Malfoy she knew. Ginny sighed as she recalled how much Ron hated Malfoy. There was that slug episode, when Ron had been belching slugs for hours, and then there was the time when Hagrid almost got sacked and Buckbeak died.

She sighed again. Maybe it was better that Ron had come. Ginny knew that sometimes guys get a little weird when they're drunk and even when they're not. And she was sure she smelled beer in his breath. Perhaps that was why he kissed her. He was drunk. Yes, that seemed like a good explanation. Her heart sank. Maybe this was the person she was looking for, though. A guy who cared about her. But it wasn't possible. And Malfoy wasn't possible.

"NOW, SEE HERE, MALFOY! IF I EVER, EVER CATCH YOU DOING SOMETHING TO MY SISTER, YOU ARE SO DEAD! DON'T COME NEAR ANYONE IN MY FAMILY, HEAR? DON'T YOU EVER KISS GINNY AGAIN!" Ron's face was almost as read as his hair.

Draco didn't say anything. He looked so ashamed, and innocent, and Ginny so wanted to help him, tell Ron the truth. She so wanted to…

"It wasn't all his fault, Ron." She suddenly found herself on her feet. She tilted her head up defiantly. "I kissed him back." Her voice was shaky and she found herself trembling as Ron's face turned redder than his hair.

He stared at her for a few seconds. He found his voice. "Ginny- how could you?" Ron shook his head. "Let's go." Jerking around, Ron stomped away.

Ginny turned to Malfoy. "I'm sorry," she said, clutching her hands.

Draco reached a hand out, but thought better of it. "Yeah, well, I deserved it."

She looked at him for a few seconds, as though she wanted to kiss him on the cheek like she did so many times with the twins and Ron and Harry. "Well, goodnight Malfoy."

Ginny turned to go, but Draco stopped her.

"Ginny?" She turned. "Call me Draco."

"Alright. Goodnight, then…Draco."

*

Draco was in the common room. He wasn't attending classes. Ever since that night a week ago, he had been afraid to face Ron. Afraid? Of Ron? Yes, Draco Malfoy, sneering and arrogant Slytherin, was afraid of a mere Gryffindor who knew less magic than Filch. He was afraid that Ron would yell at him some more, afraid that he would tell Harry, and Hermione, and the twins, and they would laugh at him. Then, at lunch the twins would stick a canary cream in his food to get back at him. Absorbed in his thoughts, he didn't notice a small figure slip in.

"Hello, Draco." said a voice.

Draco whirled around. There stood Ginny Weasley, with a neatly wrapped sandwich in hand, looking at him.

"How did you get in?" Draco asked, bemused.

"I heard you say the password. Remember?" She held out the sandwich. "I noticed you haven't had lunch for a while."

Draco took the sandwich, but it lay unwrapped, on the desk. He focused his attention back to the red-haired girl. She looked back at him, not saying anything. She seemed like she did want to say something, only she couldn't get the words out.

"Um…Draco? I just…wanted to say…" she looked like she was having a hard time. "-sorry. I know my brother yelled at you, and I'm sorry, because it wasn't all your fault." She looked really nervous now, wringing her hands. "I kissed you back when you…" Ginny trailed off.

Draco nodded. "I know." Draco turned towards the table.

"And, uh, Draco? I made my brother not tell anyone about…about…it, and…and I think you should really go back to school."

Draco turned around to look at her, but she was already gone.

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