How It Began

Her eyes were closed and she held herself close, rocking back and forth, back and forth, trying to sort out the painful thoughts. Where was she again? Oh, that's right. In the Slytherin dormitory. With Draco Malfoy. Why? Because she fell into a lake and her bloody boyfriend didn't care about her enough to save her life, but the 'Ice Dragon' did. A sigh fled from her lips, noticed immediately by the boy, who was scowling at the ground.

"So you're up." It was a statement, filled with careless venom that made Ginny shiver in terror. What was he going to do with her? Surely he wouldn't...no...he was a gentleman...oh please...God, if you're out there, don't let him rape me. She looked up at him with her fiery hazel eyes and tilted her cranium back in fearless defiance.

"Yeah...um...thanks for saving me." Her voice was just as icy as his was taunting. Just as indifferent then him. He was enchanted. His cold, gray eyes taunted her, flitted over her figure as if searching for weakness. He didn't find any. How so? How could he find weakness in the girl's brother, even Wonderboy. Why wasn't she showing him her weakness? She didn't even tremble. Why? Why? He heard himself replying before he knew what he was going to say, but instinct told him that it was going to be vicious.

"Nobody else would have. It seems as though I'm the only one that bothers to care these days." She was mentally surprised, but refused to show the tears that burned at the back of her eyeballs. He was right. She was worthless...the prey. Weak. Wait...no! Not weak! Not the prey! Not worthless! I mean something to myself, and therefore I'm important. Nobody can prove otherwise as long as I believe in myself. After the brief flicker in her eyes of obvious pain, she returned to the comforting shell of indifference, daring him to touch her with a certain gleam in her eyes.

"I don't know why you bother, if I mean so little to you." Her voice was so...so cold! Was that how he sounded to others when he was taunting them? It was inhumane...but then again...however said that he was human? Ginny was too lovely to waste away in this sub zero temperature. His heart firmly told him to save her, while his mind refused to obey. Civil war raged between his heart and mind, battling against emotions he never knew he had, and even if he did, he would normally never let such a thing surface. He hesitated and showed weakness. He knew he was defeated, so instead of responding to the painful respond that his cold voice made the girl rise to, he pressed his deliciously cool lips against her wonderfully soft, but much colder 'cover up's'. It lasted for but three, four seconds, but to both of mortals, it seemed like an eternity stretched into forever. It was Draco that pulled away, fearful of a slap that would sting not only his physical make up, but he was met by emotion that he wasn't prepared for, and instead of returning it, he turned away.

"Sorry." It was muttered with hatred. A Malfoy is never to apologize. Especially not to a Weasley. She was surprised, but slowly gulped down fresh tears and gazed at the ground, shivering with cold.

"Stop it." She pleaded with him, desperate. "Please...I...I...I can't live like this." She declared, and her voice finally betrayed the weakness that she didn't want to show. He was afraid. Not for himself. He was never fearful for himself. But for her. He moved closer and embraced her comfortingly, warmed her cold, quaking figure with his body warmth.

"Then don't." He said this as if it was the simplest thing in the world, but the only thing that Ginny could concentrate on those lips...those wonderful, tasty, luscious lips! And since when did Draco Malfoy smell like...fresh pine needles? Such a lovely scent...so attractive and alluring...SNAP OUT OF IT! She was struggling with hormones and something else, something that made her stomach tense with nerves...and again, something different. She cried into his shoulder, dampened his expensive robes with her pearly tears, but could say nothing.

If Draco was one that would cry, he would be sobbing himself at the moment. The conflicting emotions sent him into convulsions that he sternly controlled. Don't show weakness. He cradled her, soothed her, and eventually settled next to him on his bed, her body curled close to his for warmth, and they both fell into slumber, never knowing that the events that would soon come with their relationship would lead to both of their demise.

. Okay, I lied. I'm doing another chapter for the middle...too much work for meh! *hides face-grins* Hope mah two fans enjoy, thanks for the comments, I love both of you! *hugs to dah two nicey reveiwers* To all of the nonreviewers...I STILL LOVE YOU! *Giggles* Okay, once again it's a bit late, so I'm a bit...strange. I was in an angsty mood...all better now! heh...it's a bit confusing, I know, but I hope to get the next chapter up sooner then later, and then it'll explain pretty much everything .