*Chapter 2: The person in the castle*


He smiled at her figure. A Slytherin in love with a Weasley? Especially the Ginny girl. 'How had I, Draco Malfoy, fallen in love with the youngest of all Weasleys, the muggle lovers?' Draco thought to himself, studying the graceful creature. 'Oh, Ginny. Why can't you love me back?' Draco thought again. "DRACO!" Goyle's voice rang out from the common room to the Draco's private dorm (his dad got it for him.) "WHAT!" Draco shouted back, twice as loud. He hated it when people interrupted him. "TIME FOR DINNER!" Goyle yelled back. 'That blockhead,' Draco thought. Draco had dinner sent up to his dorm ever since Rita Skeeter had published her last horrible article. The Gryfindor's wouldn't stop teasing him. Everyone except Ginny. Draco's only escape was to leave the dorm without Goyle seeing him. He pointed his wand at his chest and mumbled "Flotimere," and jumped out of his window (4 stories above the ground) and floated down. There, he froze.