A/N First time at Draco ginny fanfiction. so far it's been doing really good hope you like!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or any her characters. I only own the OC in this story.
The night air bit at his face. A cloak curled about him, making his shrouded figure seem impossibly evil, on this night of nights. The garden was open, he checked to find no one insight. The bright color of the Night Shadows, glowed and openly stretched to the moon seeking its wondrous beams of life. He stared at the delicate plant with intensity. Such beauty was enough to make one weep. He felt the small urge he had felt before, like ice forming behind his corneas. Ice grew slowly up the stem of the Night Shadow. He tried to stop the ice from growing but the small frost covering the stem of the plant quickly shot up and the delicate petals were frozen solid. The boy fell back in suprise. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, he had seen only small icicles before, obviously his power was growing in great quantities. He grunted unhappily. This power was a burden and he started to tear. For weeks keeping his talent hidden had made him nervous and irritable, he had become quiet and he was beside himself with worry. He was an Elemental. A wizard born with the powers of an Element. Water. He could control, contort, even change its form, from liquid, to ice, to gas.
Voldemort grew everyday. A threat that was destined to destroy all that was good. If Draco was found out, Voldemort would make him use his powers to help tip the scales in the upcoming war. Draco wasn't a good person, but he wasn't evil. Compared to what everyone else thought he didn't want to be his father. Draco Malfoy wanted to be himself. He sat on the cool bench and closed his eyes wearily. A hoot from the air called his attention to the skies to see his eagle owl dive swiftly to his lap. In his claw was a ragged piece of parchment. "What's that Darius?" Draco questioned. Taking the slip from his claw he opened it to find a beautiful scrawl etched across the page.
"Dance for me, lover
dance and forget
as the waves of forgiveness
Hide beneath regret.
Smile and relax my savior
smile and enjoy
Remember I too could be coy.
And lie so easily in the face
Of hate.
Pretend to laugh
With a heart of cold slate."
He stared at the poem with open awe. Such elegance, so much inspired grief. His life story on this piece of parchment. Draco was not an easy one to impress. He was taught to be brutal, intelligent, cold, and dispassionate, but he could do nothing but stare. Draco saw the author had not written their name, and he frowned unhappily. Who could have wrote this? Who could understand me, and yet not know me? He shoved the note in his pocket and stood up wrapping the cloak around his body. His real reason for being in the garden was to get a little time alone, away from the slytherins. His true friend, Blaise, was the only one who did not support Voldemort. He truly appreciated things that were lost on everyone else, like art, and music, and poetry.
He walked toward the school still thinking about the poem that resided in his pocket. He would have to show Blaise as soon as he had the chance. Draco knew he would appreciate the beauty of this wondrous piece of art. He entered the school, a rush of warmth overwhelmed him and he relaxed in the heat. Walking done the lonely halls he felt exhausted and, could it be, sad? He lived his life behind this mask, behind his malice. No one knew what it was like to be the bad guy, to be hated and misunderstood. No one wanted to know who he was on the inside. Except the person who wrote the poem, they obviously knew him very well...He walked into his house, and down the stairs into his private room. Being the bastards son had its advantages. He threw off his clothing and quickly put on pj's. He jumped into bed, thinking of different ways to find out who had wrote the poem. His eyes closed and his mind swirled with the words of that sacred parchment.
She gathered up the books which had fell to the floor. People simply walked past her, ignoring her obvious need for help. Flaming hair fell in front of her face, hiding her more from the crowd.
She angrily marched off, pushing people out of the way. Ginny couldn't stand the way people acted fake, and only cared about them selves. she thought as Draco Malfoy strutted by, cronies close at hand. Rolling her eyes, she pushed pass him. "Learn some manners ," He mumbled. Ginny stopped and turned toward him angrily. "Who the hell do you think you are to tell ME to get some Manners? Your the biggest arse I have ever had the misfortune to meet! I mean come on! you worship your own shadow! Tell me does it hurt your back to kiss your own ass like that?" She screamed. Draco, perplexed at the back bone she had grown, smirked unpleasantly. Strolling up to her he bent down a bit to reach her ear, "So, what are you going to do about it?" She pushed him away roughly, stalking down the hall. He smirked and walked away, his spirits dampened by the argument that had just happened. He was tired of fights, he was just plain...tired.
He walked into potions and sat waiting for the class to start.
Ginny wrote furiously across the page, never ceasing to stop, letting all of the anger out by the only way she knew how. Poetry. She sat in the well furnished room and waited for him to arrive. The door opened quietly, preceded happily by a flourish of black hair. "Hello, Blaise," She murmured. He sat next to her with a giant smile on his face. "Hello, love," he cooed openly. She looked at him sideways and laughed. "I swear Blaise, you are the gayest boy I have ever met."
"Come on love," He laughed, "I'm the only gay boy you have ever met." Smiling, he peered over her shoulder and read her newest work.
"Ooh! Who pissed you off today?" Blaise said. He threw himself down on the couch across from her, waiting for her to finish.
She shook her head angrily, "Damned Malfoy, I can't believe you are actually be friends with that prat." He laughed lazily while reclining back on the couch. "Well, I'm friends with you aren't I? And that's against every rule in the Slytherin Book!" Ginny smiled. She remembered when she began to be Blaise's friend. She had saw a painting of his and she talked to him about the beauty of his art. Since that conversation they had become good friends. She knew all of his secrets and he knew all of hers. "Blaise, have you told Draco about your little, secret yet?"
"No, I haven't. I mean I don't think he could handle it. I mean he is a great guy, and he didn't even hate me when I told him I was guy a couple months ago. He was totally cool with it, but with this I don't know how he will react. I haven't even told him I'm friends with a Gryffindor yet let alone, my secret."
Ginny shook her head. "Well, at least you should tell him. You know we have to leave in less than two weeks for training and he is your best friend. Even though I don't care about him I still think he should have the right to know why you are leaving. You don't have to tell your friends with a Gryffindor but you do have to tell him this." She put her parchment away and put her arm around Blaise. "I know you are sad about this, so am I. I am going to miss everyone I love, and I know you love him deep down inside." A tear rolled down Blaise's cheek. Ginny kissed him, and rubbed his back. The days to come would be filled with suprises and happiness, but the pain that was to come in the near future, weighed down on Ginny's heart.
A/N: Tell me if you like it. Sorry it's so short. Just had to get this one out of the way.READ and REVIEW
