A/N: // means italic
Chapter Two
The truth lies within his eyes

I just stare at her transfixed. I can't believe my love has actually noticed me and came up here. I was hoping she would but I doubted it. She just stares back. I wonder if I should say something to break the awkward silence. Knowing me I would insult her so I suppose I'll keep quiet.
We've been standing here in silence for what feels like hours but is only maybe a minute or two. Finally she speaks.
"Why were you watching me?"
I pause trying to think up a good excuse.
'Come on you're Draco Malfoy you can always think up an excuse.'
"I wasn't watching you." I say. 'Real witty, Draco.' I think, sarcastically.
"Well then who or what were you staring at like that?" She asks me.
She feels she has won. I must change that - but how? She knows I was staring at her but how can I make her believe I wasn't?
"I was thinking Weasley and I happened to be staring at the lake not you and Potter."
"Thinking about what?" She inquires.
Why is she so interested in me now? Why not last year when all I wanted was one dance with her. At least then I wasn't alone with her.
"How I'm going to spend all the extra galleons father sent me for my birthday last week. Oh wait. I forgot. Galleons are-"
"I know what galleons are!" She glares at me. I can see the fury in her cinnamon eyes. I take pride in seeing her so full of anger all because of one simple comment. Sick - yes I know it is. I always have taken pride in controlling peoples emotions.
Simple things humans are. They are so easy to manipulate at times. Strangely enough though I don't want to manipulate her like I do everyone else. She seems untouchable like a queen or a goddess yet so fragile. Her emotions have been toyed with by Potter and that Creevey boy. I have heard the rumors and seen her around Potter and that Creevey mudblood. Around the mudblood she acts furious as she does around me. I don't know what I've done to deserve it I hardly ever insult her family around her - only her brother so why does she glare at me so. Can she not see how desperate I am for her affection? Can she not see the helplessness in my cold eyes? She must be able to see something. Her eyes are softening under my icy stare. I hope she'll be able to help me.
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Why can I see the innocence of a child in his stormy eyes? I wonder why he keeps looking at me like that. It can't be one of his tricks. No one not even Malfoy could fake that look.
I stop glaring at him. Seeing him look so helpless I can't help but stop. Any decent person wouldn't be able to glare at someone who has the look of a lost 5-year-old in their eyes.
I've never seen him look like this before. Wait. Yes I have. Last year.
// He walks up to me a blank expression on his face His icy eyes look me over quickly then return to my face. //
He actually had the audacity to check me out right in front of me.
// "Ginny?" He asks. I hear a pleading note in his voice.
"What Malfoy?" I say. //
He knows my first name? I never realized that he actually knew it nevertheless used it.
// "Would you like to dance?"
I just sneer coldly at him. "Dance? With you? I'd rather die."
He just stares at me for a moment looking crestfallen. Then he regains his usual cold manner. "Good because I'd never dance with you anyway!"//
I didn't see him again until the following week when he ran into me.
//"Watch where you're going, Weasley!" He spat.
"It was your fault, Malfoy!" I yell while bending down to pick up my broken ink bottle and ink splattered books.
I didn't see him pull out the ink bottle but saw him set it down next to me before walking off before I could even thank him. //
I had always wondered why he gave me that bottle.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" I ask him.
He looks away. "I don't know..." He mumbles.
If only he would look at me again. I know the truth lies within his eyes.
I can tell he's hiding something from me.
"Malfoy." I say softly but not too quiet so he wouldn't hear.
He looks at me again. "What?"
I look at him for a few seconds more trying to decipher what his eyes show. "Why did you ask me to dance last year?"

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