Chapter 6
The day ahead slowly progressed and soon all her classes were over with. Ginny began to head for the common room, but stopped abruptly as she passed a wall length window to her right. The sun shone in beautifully upon the gold and silver trophies lining against the opposite positioned wall, and reflected bright mixtures of yellow and orange around the corridors.
So, with a quick change of pace, Ginny turned the hall and opened the doors which lead outside into the courtyard by the lake. There, resided an old looking willow. Under this tree is where she wrote her entries to Tom during her first year. It was a place of solitude, beauty, and tranquility.
Ginny sat under the trees drooping branches and soft colored leaves. She open mindedly stared into the waters as thoughts began to progress inside her head.
'First Tom begins to gain power, now the one person I despise most is accompanying me! Nothing can get any worse!'
"Daydreaming about Potter, Weasley?" a familiar yet irritating voice suddenly broke into her solitude.
"Oh god, not you." She mumbled.
"Glad your so happy to see me.." a smirk was now casting upon his face. "Right. Like I'm always glad to see you." She drawled.
Draco suddenly began to look hesitant. 'Should I tell her about the dream? Maybe she knows something about it.. But then it would just seem stupid. Ugh, this is so confusing.'
He simply snickered and placed himself next to the red-head. She looked out into the lake for a few moments, then realized the sudden change in scenary. She furrowed her brow in a confused manner.
"What are you doing?" she whipped her head to face in his direction and suddenly realized how close they actually were. Draco's face was already faced towards her direction. He had been staring.
Ginny didn't know what to do. She had never really been in this predicament before. If she turned away, it would be just seem foolish and awkward. And for some strange reason, she couldn't take her eyes off of his. They seemed to be a whirlpool of gray and silver. She had never known anyone with his shades of eyes, making him very attractive.
Draco had been staring with quite admiration as well. Her eyes were a bright shade of green, which for some odd reason matched perfectly with her red flaming hair. She smelled so sweet. Almost like cinnamon. He also couldn't help stair at her hair, which swept down the side of her face in waves of red.
He tried to snap back into reality, yet she was just so beautiful. Not that he had never noticed it before. He always have known her to be quite attractive. But he didn't really find interest in her considering she always hung round Potter.
The day ahead slowly progressed and soon all her classes were over with. Ginny began to head for the common room, but stopped abruptly as she passed a wall length window to her right. The sun shone in beautifully upon the gold and silver trophies lining against the opposite positioned wall, and reflected bright mixtures of yellow and orange around the corridors.
So, with a quick change of pace, Ginny turned the hall and opened the doors which lead outside into the courtyard by the lake. There, resided an old looking willow. Under this tree is where she wrote her entries to Tom during her first year. It was a place of solitude, beauty, and tranquility.
Ginny sat under the trees drooping branches and soft colored leaves. She open mindedly stared into the waters as thoughts began to progress inside her head.
'First Tom begins to gain power, now the one person I despise most is accompanying me! Nothing can get any worse!'
"Daydreaming about Potter, Weasley?" a familiar yet irritating voice suddenly broke into her solitude.
"Oh god, not you." She mumbled.
"Glad your so happy to see me.." a smirk was now casting upon his face. "Right. Like I'm always glad to see you." She drawled.
Draco suddenly began to look hesitant. 'Should I tell her about the dream? Maybe she knows something about it.. But then it would just seem stupid. Ugh, this is so confusing.'
He simply snickered and placed himself next to the red-head. She looked out into the lake for a few moments, then realized the sudden change in scenary. She furrowed her brow in a confused manner.
"What are you doing?" she whipped her head to face in his direction and suddenly realized how close they actually were. Draco's face was already faced towards her direction. He had been staring.
Ginny didn't know what to do. She had never really been in this predicament before. If she turned away, it would be just seem foolish and awkward. And for some strange reason, she couldn't take her eyes off of his. They seemed to be a whirlpool of gray and silver. She had never known anyone with his shades of eyes, making him very attractive.
Draco had been staring with quite admiration as well. Her eyes were a bright shade of green, which for some odd reason matched perfectly with her red flaming hair. She smelled so sweet. Almost like cinnamon. He also couldn't help stair at her hair, which swept down the side of her face in waves of red.
He tried to snap back into reality, yet she was just so beautiful. Not that he had never noticed it before. He always have known her to be quite attractive. But he didn't really find interest in her considering she always hung round Potter.