A/N: Damn this story is taking longer than I thought it would to get to the part I really want to write. Thanks to all those who have reviewed and actually read to this point. Well on with the story because I know most of you really could care less what I say up here....
Chapter Eight
The Secret Room
First she had checked the great hall but knew she wasn't going to find him since she had left his dorm first and hadn't even entered the great hall yet. She then headed towards the dungeons hoping to catch him as he left the Slytherin common room. She stood right outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room and had barely been there for ten seconds when he walked right into her.
"Hey watch where - oh it's you." He said. "Why are you back down here?"
"I was looking for you." She watched his expression, grinning to herself because she had finally been able to see some pure emotion of his cold face.
"You were? But... why?" He looked shocked but slightly excited and Ginny caught a glimpse at the person behind the cold mask.
"Because..." She said playfully trying to get a rise out of him.
"Huh?"
"Because you're the only person who doesn't try to rule my life." Ginny ran her fingers through her long ginger colored hair and looked up at him.
"I don't believe I follow you..." Draco said.
"Come with me... maybe I can explain it better." She took his hand and led him slowly deep into the dungeons.
When they reached a dark forgotten room Ginny stopped and muttered. "Lumos."
Draco could make out things only as far as three feet ahead of them and saw the faint outline of a table and a chair. He thought he saw a fireplace near the table but wasn't sure. The light didn't reach that far. He coughed. The room was dusty. He could see a few cobwebs when he looked upward. He looked back at Ginny.
"What are we doing here?" He asked quietly. For some reason the emptiness of the large room made him want to whisper.
Ginny giggled. "You don't have to be so quiet, Draco. It isn't a graveyard."
"I guess not." He said this only slightly louder causing her to giggle again.
"I discovered this room a couple years ago. In my second year I believe." She waved her wand and muttered something. The room lit up, the door closed, and the room became spotless and wonderfully decorated in red and gold. There was a bed covered in a thick red comforter with a large gold lion covering most of it. Draco noticed a blazing fire in the fireplace he had guessed was there. He also noted that instead of stone the floor was covered in a thick red and gold carpet that also had a lion on it. A bookshelf covered one wall. It had nearly four hundred books Draco guessed. The bookshelf reached nearly to the high ceiling. The ceiling itself was a lovely sight. It showed a night sky filled with stars and planets. The moon seemed so close in that sky that Draco felt he could reach up and touch it.
Ginny interrupted his thoughts. "Like it? It's not much but..."
"I love it! How did you find such a magnificent place?" He exclaimed not feeling he had to whisper anymore. Looking up into the heavens he felt it was late at night. He felt like a child again. He looked around the room again.
"I just found it..."
"But how-how did you find this before anyone else?"
"I saw it in a dream one night." She took his hand once more and led him over to the bed. He sat upon it and felt as if he were floating. It was even more comfortable than his own bed back at Malfoy Manor.
"Damn." He muttered looking down at the comforter marveling at the softness of it.
Ginny ran a hand down his pale cheek and he looked up immediately, surprised at the gentleness of her touch. They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments and then broke into a passionate kiss. Minutes after Ginny found her shirt half off and Draco on top of her. Draco stared at her for a couple seconds then got up. He walked over to one of the windows showing a fake storm scene, buttoning his white shirt back.
'What's wrong with me?' He thought. As he stared at the fake scene outside of the window he thought back to the innocent look on her face just moments before.
"Draco?" She called innocently from the other side of the room. She got no answer but continued anyway. "Are you ok?"
He hesitated. Of course he wasn't 'ok'. He hadn't been 'ok' for years. He had always been empty. There, but emotionless then suddenly she came into his life and he started actually feeling things. Before he met her he had never felt jealousy or love. 'If you could even call it that.' He scoffed silently. "No." He said just loud enough for her to hear.
She was only a few steps away by then and quickly continued over to him, fully dressed now. "Can you tell me about it?"
He just stared out of the window.
"Draco, I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong."
"Everything." The word was off his lips before he could stop it.
She just looked at him. "What do you mean?"
He looked at her. Somehow he had regained the cold lifeless look he had inherited from his father. "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"No."
She bit her bottom lip. "Why not?"
"Because no one can help."
"You'd be surprised."
He pointed to the window which had a sunny scene. It was slightly windy but otherwise perfect. "See that scene. That's most people lives, calm, nice, only slightly bad." He pointed to the story window he was in front of. "See this one. This is my life. Now compare it to the other one. Maybe you can figure it out."
She spotted a dark bruise on his arm. "What's that from?" She inquired.
"Um... nothing... just um... bumped it on something." He lied.
She could tell he was lying but decided not to press the matter. "We should get up to class or we'll both be in trouble." She walked over to the door. He followed close behind. They both picked up their books without a word and headed up to their classes.
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A/N: Soon you'll find out more about Draco's past and home life.
Chapter Eight
The Secret Room
First she had checked the great hall but knew she wasn't going to find him since she had left his dorm first and hadn't even entered the great hall yet. She then headed towards the dungeons hoping to catch him as he left the Slytherin common room. She stood right outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room and had barely been there for ten seconds when he walked right into her.
"Hey watch where - oh it's you." He said. "Why are you back down here?"
"I was looking for you." She watched his expression, grinning to herself because she had finally been able to see some pure emotion of his cold face.
"You were? But... why?" He looked shocked but slightly excited and Ginny caught a glimpse at the person behind the cold mask.
"Because..." She said playfully trying to get a rise out of him.
"Huh?"
"Because you're the only person who doesn't try to rule my life." Ginny ran her fingers through her long ginger colored hair and looked up at him.
"I don't believe I follow you..." Draco said.
"Come with me... maybe I can explain it better." She took his hand and led him slowly deep into the dungeons.
When they reached a dark forgotten room Ginny stopped and muttered. "Lumos."
Draco could make out things only as far as three feet ahead of them and saw the faint outline of a table and a chair. He thought he saw a fireplace near the table but wasn't sure. The light didn't reach that far. He coughed. The room was dusty. He could see a few cobwebs when he looked upward. He looked back at Ginny.
"What are we doing here?" He asked quietly. For some reason the emptiness of the large room made him want to whisper.
Ginny giggled. "You don't have to be so quiet, Draco. It isn't a graveyard."
"I guess not." He said this only slightly louder causing her to giggle again.
"I discovered this room a couple years ago. In my second year I believe." She waved her wand and muttered something. The room lit up, the door closed, and the room became spotless and wonderfully decorated in red and gold. There was a bed covered in a thick red comforter with a large gold lion covering most of it. Draco noticed a blazing fire in the fireplace he had guessed was there. He also noted that instead of stone the floor was covered in a thick red and gold carpet that also had a lion on it. A bookshelf covered one wall. It had nearly four hundred books Draco guessed. The bookshelf reached nearly to the high ceiling. The ceiling itself was a lovely sight. It showed a night sky filled with stars and planets. The moon seemed so close in that sky that Draco felt he could reach up and touch it.
Ginny interrupted his thoughts. "Like it? It's not much but..."
"I love it! How did you find such a magnificent place?" He exclaimed not feeling he had to whisper anymore. Looking up into the heavens he felt it was late at night. He felt like a child again. He looked around the room again.
"I just found it..."
"But how-how did you find this before anyone else?"
"I saw it in a dream one night." She took his hand once more and led him over to the bed. He sat upon it and felt as if he were floating. It was even more comfortable than his own bed back at Malfoy Manor.
"Damn." He muttered looking down at the comforter marveling at the softness of it.
Ginny ran a hand down his pale cheek and he looked up immediately, surprised at the gentleness of her touch. They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments and then broke into a passionate kiss. Minutes after Ginny found her shirt half off and Draco on top of her. Draco stared at her for a couple seconds then got up. He walked over to one of the windows showing a fake storm scene, buttoning his white shirt back.
'What's wrong with me?' He thought. As he stared at the fake scene outside of the window he thought back to the innocent look on her face just moments before.
"Draco?" She called innocently from the other side of the room. She got no answer but continued anyway. "Are you ok?"
He hesitated. Of course he wasn't 'ok'. He hadn't been 'ok' for years. He had always been empty. There, but emotionless then suddenly she came into his life and he started actually feeling things. Before he met her he had never felt jealousy or love. 'If you could even call it that.' He scoffed silently. "No." He said just loud enough for her to hear.
She was only a few steps away by then and quickly continued over to him, fully dressed now. "Can you tell me about it?"
He just stared out of the window.
"Draco, I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong."
"Everything." The word was off his lips before he could stop it.
She just looked at him. "What do you mean?"
He looked at her. Somehow he had regained the cold lifeless look he had inherited from his father. "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"No."
She bit her bottom lip. "Why not?"
"Because no one can help."
"You'd be surprised."
He pointed to the window which had a sunny scene. It was slightly windy but otherwise perfect. "See that scene. That's most people lives, calm, nice, only slightly bad." He pointed to the story window he was in front of. "See this one. This is my life. Now compare it to the other one. Maybe you can figure it out."
She spotted a dark bruise on his arm. "What's that from?" She inquired.
"Um... nothing... just um... bumped it on something." He lied.
She could tell he was lying but decided not to press the matter. "We should get up to class or we'll both be in trouble." She walked over to the door. He followed close behind. They both picked up their books without a word and headed up to their classes.
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A/N: Soon you'll find out more about Draco's past and home life.
