A/N:
Hey, it's me… (Narnianofcairparavel), did you enjoy that last chapter? Seriously, I LOVE Emily's writing, she did a great job (I'm not just saying that because she wanted to kill me for the Disclaimer ) Anyhow, this is my chapter, let me know what you think
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Much of the year seemed to pass in a stress filled blur. The odd letter from his mother helped little and letters from "dear" aunt Bellatrix even less.
"Draco, the Weasley girl is staring at you" Pansy whispered, her hand tightening on his arm possessively.
"Is she?" He muttered, feigning disinterest as he looked over at the Gryffindor table.
"Blood-Traitor!" Pansy hissed, "I still don't see why the boys like her so much".
Draco's thoughts went back to the conversation from the train as he smirked unkindly.
"Pansy Parkinson, jealous of a Weasley?" He sneered.
Though even as he did so his attention was drawn back to the topic of their conversation; Dean had just piled some custard onto a spoon and was playfully feeding Ginny. As it dripped onto her face he wiped it, Ginny laughed as she swatted his hands , as her eyes met Draco's she blushed and moved Dean's hand away, grabbing at a napkin.
"Excuse me," Draco muttered, ignoring Pansy's indignant protests as he stood. He stormed through the halls, angry and confused; why was his heart pounding so damn hard? It wasn't like the Weasley girl meant anything to him.
As he passed a mirror he paused; he still looked like the same Draco, he still sounded like the same Draco, he still had the same mission to complete and yet something had changed... Something he himself didn't understand.
He turned sharply and was confronted by a pair of wide brown eyes.
"Sorry, I was just, Draco?"
"Weasley," Draco narrowed his eyes as he spoke, he looked over her head, her eyes drawing him in in a way that he disliked greatly.
"Are, are you okay?" Ginny asked tentatively, as if petting a strange dog.
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" He demanded a spiteful feeling of triumphant spreading through him as she cowered slightly.
"You look tired, almost ill" The redhead's hand twitched at her side as she spoke, "I'm sorry for being concerned" she stormed off, her hair flowing behind her.
Draco watched her retreating back for a moment before turning and stumbling over a dropped book.
It was battered and faded, but the initials G.M.W still remained, boldly embossed in gold. Against his better judgement Draco picked the book up and began to look through it. The first page was plain apart from a neatly printed warning;
'Property of Ginerva Molly Weasley, Stay out or feel my Bat-Bogey Hex'
Resisting the urge to laugh he flipped the page, a faded picture of the Weasley family gazed back at him, waving as they stood in front of the Egyptian pyramids. The corners of the page had scribbles from her brothers (mostly referring to how pratish Percy was), and sketches of her family. Much of the rest of the book consisted of drawings of her brothers, Fred and George showing up most often.
There was pictures of Ginny with Hermione and her loopy friend. One of her with Longbottom at the Yule Ball, Dean sat in Hogsmeade with butterbeer on his nose laughing with his girlfriend. Draco turned the page in disgust, almost dropping the book in shock; His own face stared back at him. He looked at it for a minute, before noticing the date next to Ginny's signature in the corner.
It was dated the day he had bumped into her in Diagon Alley.
Ginny's heart raced as she walked to the Gryffindor common room.
"What was that?" She hissed to herself, why did she care about Malfoy? He certainly didn't care about her.
"Ginny?"
She groaned to herself before plastering a fake smile on her lips as Dean wrapped his arms around her.
"I've missed you," he murmured against her hair, pulling back to look at her.
As Ginny looked up into his warm brown eyes she wished she was instead staring into the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Pull yourself together, idiot she thought as Dean looked at her in confusion.
"It's only been an hour Dean" she grinned taking his hand in her own, filled with a strange urge to draw Draco's eyes.
"Want to draw?" Dean smiled, tucking a wayward strand of red hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, sure, let me get my sketchbook" she squeezed his hand before looking through her books. It wasn't there, her battered book had gone.
"Merlin's beard," she muttered.
She must've missed it when she ran into...Draco.
"Oh flaming hippogriffs and goblins" she cursed, "I'm sorry Dean, I have to find someone, another time?" She grimaced, kissing him quickly as she raced to find Draco.
"Sure?" Dean sighed, sounding slightly dazed by her sudden exit.
As she hurried through the corridors a sinking feeling swept over her. What if had looked through her drawings? She really needed to use some kind of spell on that thing.
"Weasley!" A familiar voice sneered, "Lost something?"
Smirking as usual Draco Malfoy stood before her, holding up her melancholy looking book.
"Yes, and I'd like it back" Ginny glared at him coldly, in a way Fred (or George) had deemed on par with her mother's.
Handing the book over in a disinterested manner, Draco paused,
"Interesting drawings you have there; very interesting" Ginny blinked as he spoke, unsure of what to do or say.
"Wonder what your brother would say if he knew about one in particular..." He drawled his eyes gleaming as he relished her discomfort.
"I swear to Merlin, if Ron hears even a whisper..." Ginny's voice was hard as she glared at him with pure hatred.
"Oh, he won't, yet" Draco smiled coolly, before walking off a swagger in his step.
"I hate him" Ginny growled softly, her book close to her chest.
As he sat in the Slytherin common room, Draco stared at the picture of Ginny at the Yule Ball, watching her grin as Longbottom tripped over his own feet.
Why had he taken the picture?
He was beginning to scare himself, this fascination with the Weasley girl was getting out of hand, he had a mission to do; he couldn't get side-tracked by anything, especially a blood-traitor.
"As bad as mudbloods" his father had once said, at the time he had agreed whole-heartedly. Yet his resolve on the matter was beginning to weaken as he looked down into brown eyes.
"Draco?" His head whipped round as he stuffed the picture down the side of the chair.
"Pansy," he replied frostily, enjoying her angered expression.
"What were you doing?" Pansy mumbled.
"I found a picture of the Weasley girl, I was thinking how to best deface it"
Tore it out of her book more like, a voice muttered inside his head.
"You mean, Weasel," Pansy scoffed as she dropped onto the sofa beside him.
"Yeah, weasel" he agreed unenthusiastically.
"You should see her flirting with Potter; it's sickening, especially when she trots back to that Dean boy".
"Yeah, sickening" Draco repeated, his heart sinking as pictures of Ginny-Weasley, he corrected himself weakly- flirting with Potter floated around his head.
"What is wrong with you lately? Is it that thing you won't tell any of us about? At any rate you'd best be more cheerful when we go to Hogsmeade".
"Hermione, do you have any ideas on how to best keep intruders out of my private things?"
"Of course," Hermione grinned, her tone suggesting she found it ridiculous to even imagine she wouldn't, "Why?"
"I dropped my sketchpad earlier, and I think someone may have been through it," Ginny frowned as she remembered Malfoy's smug expression as he'd handed the book back.
"I know how secretive you are about that," Hermione nodded sympathetically, though Ginny swore she heard her add 'Merlin knows why'.
Hermione finished writing a spell with a characteristic flick of her quill. "There you go, point your wand at it; recite the spell and anyone who tries to look in there will get a nasty surprise".
Ginny laughed as she thanked Hermione, rushing up to her dorm room with her book and the parchment.
As she collapsed onto her bed, she opened the book flicking through the pictures and smiling. The pictures seemed unharmed, apart from the gaping blank spot the picture of her and Neville at the Yule Ball used to fill.
Why would Draco have taken that? She shook her head as she snapped the book shut, reciting the spell as instructed before putting the newly enchanted book on her gnarled side draw.
Maybe she was jumping to conclusions; for all she knew it had fallen out without her noticing.
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