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Now Ginny was getting on the train for Hogwarts. She didn't smile nor laugh anymore after what happened over the summer. Her eyes were so empty and forlorn after what she had been through. The Golden Trio went to find their own compartment, leaving her alone. Not that she even wanted to be with them. Even thought Ron and Hermione didn't actually know, they knew that something was wrong. They knew it had to do with Harry and his sudden change in behavior after his godfather's death.

Ginny roamed around before finding an empty compartment. She slumped down the seat, dejected and defeated. A few minutes later the door swung open to reveal the Slytherin Sex God. It was clear as it why he was considered to be a sex god. His blonde hair was no longer slicked back like it was in his younger years but now hung shaggy. Bits of his hair fell down just above his steel blue eyes, which were still cold yet held a certain spark only a few could find. His green T-shirt showed the muscles he had earned from Qudditch quite well. His father had been caught and sent to Azkaban. So, things at home were better with just him and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

"What are you doing here, Weaslette?" snarled Draco, leaning against the doorframe.

"Sitting," replied Ginny, barely looking up.

Draco chuckled. "I can see that, but this is my compartment."

Shrugging, Ginny looked up at him. "Sorry then." Then she turned to face the window, ignoring him completely.

"What? No insults, no rude remarks?" questioned Draco, entering the compartment and shutting the door behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest to stare at her.

Turning to face him, Ginny answered, "Did you want one? I'm not in the mood to, but if that is what you want, Draco, I can."

Gapping, Draco stared at her in shock. Her eyes were focused on him, no fire burning in them like always, no hate that was reserved specially for him, no spark that she had. Instead he saw the same pain, the same broken, the same dejected look that he held but never showed. It troubled him to see her that way. Out of everyone in Hogwarts, he thought she's be the last to have her flame die down.

"What's wrong, Gin?" asked Draco. He took a seat across from her as her eyes followed his every movement.

"Why? You don't care," answer Ginny, flatly. Glancing at him, there was a bit of concern that she held for him still there. It was almost as if she was begging for concern from him like she did him.

Despite how Draco treated her, he held a special place for this fiery young woman. Every time they had an encounter, he could hear the concern she held for him. He could see it behind the fire in her eyes. That was what kept him enduring his own traumas. No matter what he did to her, Ginny always seemed to understand his pain. She was always there just to listen to him on his bad days and act like nothing had happened on his good days.

Draco found himself becoming attracted to the youngest and only female of the Weasely clan. But he knew he could never have her. Not only was it not allowed, but also their families would go crazy if such a thing happened. Yet, he couldn't stop think about her no matter how much he told himself it was wrong. In her own subtle way, she had started to heal him.

"I do, Gin," admitted Draco, softly. It felt so good to get off his chest. He knew he couldn't deny it anymore.

Ginny looked at, still in that sad manner. "But why? I am a Weasely."

"I know." Draco looked at her as if judging her response then moved over to her side of the seat. "I can't explain it, but you aren't as bad as the others are."

She took in his words cautiously. His presence didn't bother her, just offered comfort. The true concern he emitted reminded her of Sirius's concern for her. He always looked out for her. Only this time it felt different.

"Gin?" Draco leaned closer to her to check her. The silence had troubled him a bit. Was she going to lash out at him? Was she going to curse him?

Ginny shook her head as if to clear her mind. "Draco? Please, c-can you hold me?"

Draco looked taken back by her words. But looking at her, that desperate pleading look on her face begged for relief. So, he put down his guards and shifted over to her. His strong arms encircled her, pulling her against his chest.

They stayed like that for most of the train ride. Both drinking in the comfort of the other's presence. At one point Ginny fell asleep and woke up not to long afterwards.

"Hey, Gin?" asked Draco, a bit later. He shifted to easy the stiffness in his joints but kept his hold on her.

Looking up at him, Ginny smiled slightly. "Hmmm?"

"What happened over the summer?" asked Draco, gently.

Trembling, Ginny looked away from him. She pressed herself closer to him. Memories of her summer filled her head. Her and Harry. That fateful day. Sirius's death. Harry's harsh words. All of it came back to her.

"Does it have to do with Sirius's death?" guessed Draco. He was worried by her lack of reaction and her sudden fear. Out of instinct, he tightened his arms around her.

"Partly," she answered meekly.

Even Draco knew of Sirius's death, most of the wizarding world did. It was a big loss to many. After all who hadn't heard of Sirius Black. A convicted criminal, godfather to the Harry Potter and well known around Hogwarts.

"What happened, baby girl?" (Heehee. Baby girl is such a cool word. Who wouldn't want to be called that? I would love to, but alas no one has)

"Harry." With that word, Ginny explained from Harry coming to her, to what they did, their time together, and his harsh words at the end. By the time she had finished, she was crying.

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