Not Another DG Fic (Actually, It Is)

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own any of the Harry Potter characters. I do, however, own the plot.

Chapter Two

Ginny took a deep breath and opened the door to the Potions classroom. Here I go! She stood at the front of the classroom and surveyed the room blankly. Oh great! Hermoine and Harry, just like Colin said, already paired off! Oh...and this just tops it all off...Malfoy!

"Would you kindly take a seat, Ms. Weasley, instead of disrupting my class by not only being late, but by standing there like an idiot?" Snape asked her coldly.

"Sorry." Ginny mumbled and took the only seat left.

"Oh, and you will be serving detention this evening, Ms. Weasley. I will not be there, since, as you all know, there will be a meeting in Dumbledore's office, but I will assign a prefect to look after you as you clean the cauldrons by hand using no magic whatsoever." Snape informed her without even looking up from his lessons plans for the day.

"Ouch, Weasley, not a good way to start off the year." Draco leaned over and whispered to her. She rolled her eyes and settled into her seat.

"Draco, you'll be serving detention, too, if you don't stop talking." Snape told him icily.

"My apologies, Professor." Draco said and leaned back over.

"If no one has anymore interruptions, I will contine with our lesson for today. Today you will be making the Polyjuice Potion. This will be a long-term assignment and will count as a project grade. You will work with your partner and when you are done, you will put the finished potion, labeled with your names, on my desk. Is that clear? The ingredients are on the board." He waved his wand and a list of ingredients magically appeared on the blackboard.

Ginny took out a notebook and copied down the ingredients and instructions from the board. Draco went to the cupboard and collected the necessary ingredients.

"Okay, we have lacewing flies, leeches, powedered bicorn horn, knotgrass, fluxweed, boomslang skin, and now all we need is a hair. So who shall we be impersonating?" Draco reached over and plucked a hair off Ginny's head.

"Ow! Hey, why me and not you?" She whined, rubbing her head.

"Well, because we already have your hair. So be quiet and deal with it." Draco replied with a smirk.

"Oh shut up and get to work" Ginny ordered. They worked silently and began stewing the lacewing flies. Okay, I already added the leeches. What's next? Powdered bicorn horn. She reached the the jar of bicorn horn, and at the same moment, so did Draco. Ginny felt butterflies in her stomach, and surprisingly, Draco didn't pull his hand away.As if he had been slapped by an invisible hand,he suddenly snapped out of it and quickly withdrew his hand.

He cleared his throat. "Um...I'll get the knotgrass." He said quickly and began working again.

For the rest of class they worked in silence, but whenever her hands accidentally brushed against his, she felt that same fluttery feeling in her stomach and soon found herself wanting to be near him...wait, did she just think that?

She shook her head as if it would rid her of her thoughts and went back to work. Class ended and students began gathering their belongings and filing out of the classroom. Ginnyshoved her books into her tote bag and whirled around in a hurry, colliding once again with Draco's strong, muscular chest. Bloody hell! I need to watch where I'm going! That's the second time in two days!

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you." Draco said and bent down to offer his hand to her. For a moment, Ginny sat on the floor, stunned at his response.

"It's okay." She replied aftershe overcame the shockand took his hand. She got up and tried to pull away, but he didn't let go. For a moment, they stood there; him gazing into her eyes with an unrecognizable look, and her with her head cocked to the side, confused at his behavior.

"Ginny? Are you in here" The door opened and Ron walked in. "Bloody Hell! Let go of my sister you ferret-faced git" Ron jumped in their direction and Ginny quickly pulled her hand away. Draco turned around and began fathering his books.

"It's fine, Ron, he was just being a gentleman and helping me up." Ginny put her hands on his chest to restrain him from beating Draco to a pulp. "Let's go." She said soothingly and attempted to lead him out of the classroom. Ron had something else in mind.

"Mr. Weasley, I would greatly appreciate it if you took your problems outside my classroom." Snape snapped at Ron while fixing him with a cold stare. Ron restrained himself with great difficulty and shot Draco a menacing glare before following Ginny out of the Dungeons.

"Ginny, are you okay? Did he hurt you in anyway" Ron questioned her about Draco all the way to Herbology.

"RON! I'm fine, nothing happened, and no, he did not hurt me in ANY way! You can go to class now! I'm safely at my next class." Ginny huffed and pushed her brother away.

"Fine!" Ron crossed his arms and stalked away. Ginny rolled her eyes and entered the Herbology classroom.

"Okay, people! Settle down and be quiet! Since today is your first day, we will have a calm day reading out of our textbooks and answering this worksheet." Professor Sprout said as she held up a stack of papers. "The worksheet will be due at the end of class. No talking unless you want a detention with Filch." She said and began handing out the papers. Ginny took a seat at a table next to Colin and Luna.

"How was Potions?" Colin asked her pleasantly as he took out his books.

"Surprisingly, good" Ginny said happily. Colin raised an eyebrow and pondered what reason Ginny would have for being happy about Advanced Potions with Snape.

"Was I right about Harry and Hermoine?" He inquired. She shook her head.

"Sure was. And so was I. The moment I stepped into the classroom, they were already paired up." Ginny informed him.

"And you were stuck with some nerdy 7th year that nobody likes?" He assumed.

"Nerdy? no. A 7th year that nobody likes? Yes: Malfoy. But it worked out well. He's going to be my Potions partner for the rest of the year. And the crazy thing is..." Ginny trailed off and thought about what she was saying.

Colin scooted his chair closer. "Well? Tell me" He asked excitedly, for he knew something good was about to come out.

"Well...for a brief moment, he held my hand, and...I don't know how to describe it...but my stomach felt fluttery and my knees felt weak. Oh man, and I get all this just from holding his hand for 2 seconds..." Ginny shook her head, trying to make sense of her feelings.

In The Great Hall

During dinner, Ginny felt that same feeling she had during the feast yesterday. Like someone was watching her. She scanned the Great Hall, but once again, found no one. Boy, that feeling sure creeped her out. Feeling like you were being watched but never knowing who it was that was watching you... She shivered. Weird. She returned to her dinner and her thoughts soon drifted, unsurprisingly, to Draco. Ever since Potions, she couldn't get him off her mind. The way he smelled...the way his skin felt against her own...it was even better than in her dreams. Cause this time he was real.

"So how was your first day of classes?" Ginny asked Colin.

"It was okay, but not as good as yours?" Colin said with a laugh. "Potions partners with Malfoy!"

Colin shook his head and continued eating his mashed potatoes.

At the Slytherin Table

"Who ya starin' at, Draco?" Blaise asked as he followed his gaze. "The only person I see is the weasel and the mudblood."

"No one." Draco replied shortly. "How were classes?" he asked Blaise, changing the subject.

"Okay." Blaise answered, still puzzled about who Draco was staring at. Draco never fell for anyone. Never Ever. Not in the 16 years Blaise had known Draco had he ever been emotionally attached to anyone. Well, in a way, he was emotionally attached to Blaise, but he never showed it.

This was all Lucius' doing. He had used physical abuse on Draco to the point that physical pain meant nothing to him. He became cold and unfeeling, opening up to no one. And for this reason, Blaise came to hate Lucius Malfoy. No, not hate, it was worse than that. So much worse words couldn't even begin to describe it. Blaise didn't even want to think about Draco's feelings toward his father.

Still puzzled about who Draco was looking at, Blaise continued to eat his dinner and make small talk with Draco, who seemed very distracted at the moment.

"Draco? DRACO! You have not been listening to a word I have been saying. Is there something you need to tell me? Or should I say someone you need to tell me about?" Blaise tapped his foot and waited for an answer. Draco bit his lip, as if contemplating whether he should tell Blaise of not. After all, Blaise was his best friend and he knew everything about him. What would I say? I think the Weasley's hot? Right...Draco shoook his head.

"What do you mean? I'm just thinking about...stuff." He replied innocently, successfully masking his true feelings, for Blaise accepted the answer and continued talking.

Draco had a strange fascination with hands. You could actually tell a lot about people by looking at their hands. Pianists, for example, had long, slender fingers that moved quickly and gracefully. Drummers had strong hands and a firm grip. Artists' hands moved in a graceful way, as if they were painting with an invisible brush. Ginny's hands looked like this; graceful and slender. Her fingers delicate with short, clean nails. Draco was guessing she was an artist.

But what he noticed about her hands led to her wrists. All along the inside of her forearm, there were small, slightly visible scars. Too many to result from accidents, but where else would they come from? All along her arms there were random scars here and there, and Draco could've sworn he almost made out the shape of a star formed by a few of the scars. While Draco sat in the Great Hall pondering Ginny, Ginny sat on her four-poster bed, sketch book and charcoals surrounding her. She took up one of her charcoals and began drawing.

Unless Ginny was drawing something specific, she usually let her hands do the thinking. They seemed to draw with a mind of their own, without her needing to direct them. Most of the time, she sat absentmindedly while she drew, and when she was finished, her picture happened to be exactly what she had been thinking of. Ginny's fingers finally came to a stop and she picked up her sketch book to admire the end result.

A handsome face with sorrowful, haunted eyes stared back at her. The boy's eyes...they were filled with such sadness and had a tormented look to them. Ginny's heart went out for the boy in the picture. She wanted to helphim in any way she could, make the pain in his eyes go away.Ginny gasped as she realized who the boy was... Draco Malfoy!

Author's Notes:

Oh my goshies! YAY FOR ME! I finished Chappie 2! And I got 5 reviews on Chapter 1! YAY! WARNING: I had already started Chapter 2 by the time I posted Chapter 1, so Chapter 3 will take a bit more time! (Okay, maybe a lot!)

Anyways, to my reviewers (LunarianPrincess, Darkangell, Mizlovegood, ArcticAngelzTx, and Random Gal):

Thanks for reviewing and I hope you like this chapter! Tell me if ya have any good ideas for future chapters, too, kay!

Also, be sure to read my other fic, Don't Cry, Ginny. It's one-shot but apparently it's better than this one because it got twice as many reviews. So go read it!

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Loser aka Sarah