A/N - First of all, I want to thanks my lovely ones? Hannah and Debra, my two beta-readers, that promissed me
to make my fic readable by anyone who can understand English.. ö), thanks girls!
And now.. thanks for all the reviews, without it, I would write only in Portuguese, or not even in Portuguese (did I
mentioned that I've finished the Portuguese version?) So, please, tell me what you think, yeah?
Ginny hugged the hot body of Draco at the same time that it started to rain. Both were crying.
"What's up, Weasley?"
"What's up, Malfoy?"
"I... I think I'm the loneliest person in the whole world" Ginny muttered.
"No, you aren't. Because that person... is me" Draco answered, in a sigh.
They broke off, and Malfoy said,
"I need someone to talk to, Weasley, can it be you?"
"With two conditions; if you start to call me Ginny, and if I could talk to you too, Malfoy."
"So please, call me Draco, and let's go in before we become totally wet, because the rain is getting worse."
At this same moment, Harry Potter woke up, because of the lightning. He got up and looked by the window, and, by the moonlight, he could recognize the fiery hair of Ginny, and the hated silver reflection of Draco Malfoy. He woke up Ron, with a certain difficulty, and they went down the stairs to the Entrance Hall.
The huge door opened. Wet and covered with the Slytherin coat, Ginny and Draco came in embraced. Ron screamed,
"Take your dirty hands of my lil' sister, your big muggle!!!," and dragged, under protests, Ginny closer to him. "Did he do something to you, Gin? Did he make any spell or charm?"
"Ron! Let me go! I was just talking to Draco, and... "
"Draco???" Ron and Harry asked, astonished, together.
"That's my name, don't you know it?" said Draco, very dryly, with a contempt smile.
"Did you just called this bloody idiot by his first name?" yelled Ron, with his eyes shining with fury in Draco's direction.
Harry pushed Draco away from Ginny, at the same time that Ron dragged her in the corridors, at the Fat Lady portrait direction
"What the hell is that, Potter? Trying to look like some bad guy?" Draco ironically smiled, with his current drawn voice, while he got free from Harry's hands.
"Shut your bloody mouth, Malfoy! What did you do with her?" said Harry, pushing Draco, again, to the wall.
"I - did - nothing ! Or did you think that I need to do anything to make the woman run behind me?"
"Malfoy, Ginny is my friend and you won't lay a finger on her!"
"Are you sure, Potter? Is she really your friend? Ask her what she prefers: stay here, very dry, with you and little Ronikin or stay very wet, with ME, in the rain!" Draco yelled. And at the same time he walked away, to the Slytherin Tower, he added, very calmly. "I've spent too much time with you, Potter, adieu!"
Harry tried to follow behind Draco, but after two corridors and one very suspicious picture, he didn't hear a thing. Soon, the Hogwarts castle was just echoing his steps,on the way to the Gryffindor common room.
**
" Ginny, this is the last time: What hell were you doing with Draco Malfoy, the one who tried to kill us uncountable times, sent Hagrid to Azkaban and get dad fired?"
"This is also MY last time, Ron!!! I was just talking to him."
"Harry, I think he done something to her. Maybe the Imperious Curse, or a Memory Spell ..."
"I really don't know, Ron." said Harry, looking at wet Ginny. Ron must had looked too, because he just said:
"Ok, Ginny. You're just too wet and I want you to get a shower and go to sleep, and tomorrow we'll talk about it. You can explain this whole Malfoy thing to me." said Ron, looking very furious.
"Ron, shut up," muttered Ginny, while she went in to the girl's bedroom.
Ron looked at Harry, who looked back.
"You know, Ron, maybe they were just talking..."
"Talking??? My lil' sis and that Malfoy git? No way! Only when I become a dead and rotten body."
And then they went into the boy's dorm.
**
Ginny was crying at the girl's shower at the Gryffindor dorm, while Draco, at the boy's shower at Slytherin. Just a couple distant steps, and a sadness that made them closer and closer.
"We won't ever get to talk again..." both Ginny and Draco thought at the same time. They shivered.
Ginny. She looked around the empty shower room. Ginny, it's me, Draco. She turned off the shower and dressed in the bathrobe, quickly. Can you hear me? . She looked around one more time. Draco, is that you? She thought. Yeah, it's me. I'm using a kind of communication spell, which can let you talk to me if you want to.
How can you know I want to talk?
She heard a choked laughter.
Because if you didn't, the spell wouldn't work.
Do you can see me?
No, I just can hear. Why? Are you naked, Ginny?
She blushed. And if I really was? She laughed too.
Oh, Ginny, I want to see you... talk to you... really...
Me too, Draco, but how? When?
What do you think about... right now?
But if the boys catch me, they'll kill me! And you too!
But I really need you… so badly... Ginny shivered again, it was the very first time that someone said that to her. I need you.
All right, I'll dress up and we'll meet...
Dress up?! So you're really naked... hehehe
Stop it, Draco! I wait for you... in... in the Winter Room, besides the Main Room.
Ok, Darling!
Darling?!
Sorry, 'til there, Ginny!
She heard a snap and felt her head become softer, Draco had disconnected. She dried up and dressed in clean robes, silently. I need to go before 'Mione wake up and calls the little heroes to save me, she thought.
Draco was dressing a black shirt as he thought, and if she tells everyone...? No. She's too much like me... I know... I can feel it... with her, just with her, I can be myself. He put on his pumpkin slippers, shook his wet hair, and went down the dorm's stairs.
She was there. Sitting in front of the large fireplace. And the slippers...!
"I never imagined that somebody else had this kind of slippers also" Draco whispered, while she looked first to his feet and then to her own feet, with her tinny orange slippers lying under the old sofa.
"Neither did I..." She smiled, and motioned to the sofa, besides the place that she was occupying.
He walked very slowly, and sat at her side. Ginny looked very comfortable, besides the fact of the danger of being with Malfoy, at night, in an empty and warm room.
"Ginny... I... I feel so lonely..." he started, looking into her brown eyes. "Since I was born, reared by the servants... and they're all... ghosts... I couldn't believe that someone would ever, ever get some interest about me without asking for something in reward..." He looked very serious, and if possible, more pale.
"Yeah, and I, Draco, reared under the crown, was at the same time, alone. I was enclosed in disinterest, full of friends of my family, that never, ever ask me how I felt, or if I wanted to go with them... to a walk... to some adventure... and if I tried to ask them…I would always get a no...
Draco caught her little hands into his own, with the tenderness that he accumulated all his life, that the hateful Pansy could not steal with her disgusting kisses.
"May I?" he asked, mentioning to her lap with his head.
"Sure, Malfoy..."
Draco put, very carefully, his head in Ginny's lap, while he looked at her suave face. She looked back into his silver eyes, and how his hair suspended over them, certainly a very pretty vision. Draco opened his mouth and muttered,
"You know, Ginny, I never thought that I would find someone like you..."
"I never imagined that you could be this way..." She answered, touching his wet hair, silver ... gold... so pretty...
"So you believed in my little play too? It's very easy, you know... it's was, just act like a git, and answer what no one wants to hear... and sure, seem to hate the whole word." He smiled.
"And I made the opposite: always telling what everyone wants to hear, being useful, careful... and no one really cared, after all."
He was still looking at her face, a face that was very cute, illuminated by the crackle of the fireplace.
"Ginny, you wouldn't mind if I continue faking all this, do you?"
"What you mean?" She asked, very confused.
"Oh... If... if someone suspect that I'm talking to you, I prefer really don't imagine what they would said about me..."
"What??? Are you are ashamed of me, Malfoy?" Ginny asked, while she pushed his head away from her body.
"Slow down, Ginny... It's just because... I... I'm mean... bad guy... you know....? "
"No!?! I should have believed in Ron when he told me... that.. that you just wanted take advantage on me, all this huggy huggy thing... lying over me.... and now this! You want just pretend that you don't know me!"
"Ginny, stop it!!!" Draco yelled, while he were holding her arms, pushing her on the sofa's back. "You know that I'm very glad.. and more than that... for have found you, but I can't do this... suddenly abandon all I've build until now!"
"And what did you build? Two or three servants and lots of enemies?"
"Yes, may be this way... but afterwards... they.... respect me" - concluded Draco, in a mutter... "I just need to look all nasty, then no one asks me anything and they don't find... this.. this stupid and weak person that I am."
"Oh, so you want to hide from the world?" She took her arms away from his strong hands. "So, please, get away and hide from me too! I can't... I don't know how to fake this like you, Malfoy!"
"Ha. I almost believed it. It's was too good to be true." And then he stood up, looking one last time at Ginny, who was shivering with fury and was sitting very confused on the sofa. "Bye Weasley." And he walked away to the Slytherin dorm.
She waited until the steps stopped, and went to the Gryffindor tower. Even though she was trying really hard to control herself, she banged open the door of the room, that she was actually sharing with Hermione. Hermione woke up.
"Ginny? Is that you...?" Hermione asked, sleepily.
"Yes, it's me... go to sleep 'Mione..." she muttered.
"What's happening... hmm... is it time to get up?" Hermione asked, rubbing her eyes and sitting on her bed.
"No. Is very early... I was just... just... drinking some water... good night, Mione" Still muttering, Hermione lay down again and turn around, falling sleeping instantaneously. Ginny lay down, and started to cry, very quietly, as she always did. Good Night ex-dear-friend-Draco, and, just a second later, she listened, Good night ex-dear-friend-Ginny. A snap. They were both asleep.
Draco dreaming that he was running and running in a very dark and dirty field, and he couldn't find anyone, until he went into a village of stone houses. But, surprisingly, all the people that he found there didn't have a face. Then, he saw, in the end of a tinny street, and red reflection shining. He ran to the person with the fiery head, and touch her shoulder, saying: Come on Ginny, we gotta go! And when she turned to his side, he could see that even she... she didn't have a face. He woke up covered in sweat.
In her dream, Ginny was walking slowly, around the lake. Darkness. Muttering. She wanted to hold up her wand, but she couldn't move her hand. She walked towards the thicket. That moment, one rising star illuminated Draco, looking asleep. Draco! Let's get away from here! But his sad silver eyes pointed towards the sky, and she realized that he... he wasn't breathing. She woke up with a faint pain in her heart.
***
Draco saw Crabbe and Goyle at the common room, and they went down together to the main room, for breakfast. Ginny found Hermione at the bathroom. They went down together to breakfast.
Empty words. Useless talk. The Slytherin table was agitated, as always. Harry and Ron were talking about the next trip to Hogsmeade, and Hermione was reading her new Aritmancy book. Ginny was drawing clouds with her cookie into the pumpkin pie.
She looked at the Slytherin table. At Draco, more specifically. He was laughing, but not the same laughter as yesterday, it was an... empty laughter. Draco looked back to her. She was alone, also empty. Pansy nudged Crabbe, who nudged Goyle, who nudged Draco. He simulated another fake laugh and muttered something about the Weasley's poverty. They laugh again. Ginny looked at her pie again. She tried not to cry. One little tear fell. Draco, the one of last night, he must have been a dream, because he, the one that was laughing, was still dirty and cruel.
Classes. History of Magic. Transfiguration. Ginny, distracted, was pushing and shoving a little book all around her table. She never knew such a long day. Draco was listening to Goyle's muttering, he was pointing at Neville who was full of colored bubbles in his whole body, crying. Harry was pointing to Malfoy. Obviously, they think it was me.
"What's up, Potter? I know that you love me and can't stop looking at me, but, please, try to control you feelings..." Said Draco, in a malicious and drawn tone.
"Shut your bloody mouth, Malfoy. And take the spell off of Neville!"
" 5 points off from Gryffindor, because of Mr. Potter interrupting." Yelled Snape, while he was giving Neville a nasty purple potion. - "And more 5 for Neville's distraction, and because the rat's eyes should had been cut, not mashed."
Harry, Hermione and Ron were murmuring with each other, looking at Malfoy's potion with an air of suspicion. Draco was looking back, carefully. Don't you see that it wasn't me?
Next chapter: Wow, Draco knows all of the secret affair of Hemione and... ??? and use it to get something from Sweet!Ginny... it's a very short chapter, so I'll put it briefly, as sson as my b-readers correct it to me... ö) So... Hannah and Debra, hurry up! (just kidding, dear, take the time you'll need ö))
Again, I beg you, review...And sorry about my very very poor English, I write quite well in Portuguese... if you can understand it, go to the Portuguese Version
