"Why?" He asked himself. "Why her? Couldn't it have been someone else?"
Anyone." He muttered to himself.
He knew that he would never be able to talk of such things with her. He could never be anything more than Malfoy to her. Not even a friend. His father, the potty and the weasel wouldn't have it. Everything stood in the way. Tradition, houses, friends and family.
His heart felt heavy, the hope he felt was completely gone now. It was completely demolished, nothing was left. He felt the need to cry but couldn't find the energy. He felt numb.
"Well that was I wanted in the first place."
"They say that talking to yourself is the first step to insanity." A voice behind him said.
He turned to find the school's librarian, Madame Pince, behind him. She didn't wait for a reaction from him but instead went right on straightening a table left untidy by a couple of third years.
He left the library and went to his dorm room, where he fell asleep, oblivious to the whispers around him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(While Hermione and Draco are both in the library)
"So what is the plan?" Crabbe said, completely unaware of the fact he was just told the plan ten minutes ago.
"Uugggghhh! Must I go over this again? You grab the girl and bring her to me. That's all you have to do."
"So where will you be."
"I will be here. Waiting for you"
"So how do you want me to get her?"
"I DON'T care!! Be creative if you have to."
"Creative?"
"YES!"
"So when do I grab her?"
"Tomorrow Night." He said rubbing his hands together in a very menacing fashion. "I give you the go for when we need you to collect her." He said the phrase "collect her" like he was going to borrow something of no importance at all.
"So if I have to remember all this. What does Goyle have to do?"
"Goyle. Will be watching after her until we are ready."
"Ready for what?" At this comment Crabbe got hit across the head with a very powerful hand. "Oww." He muttered.
"If you would listen then maybe I wouldn't have to use so much force to get through your thick skull."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry and Ginny sat on one of the big overstuffed couches casually doing homework. When Hermione came back. She was accompanied by Seamus, which was something odd. She was usually alone or with Harry or Ron never with another Gryffindor boy. So this was a change, "Maybe for the better." Thought Harry.
Hermione didn't notice the two teens on the couch and instead went to bed.
"So where's Ron?" Ginny asked Harry without stuttering and without looking up from her book.
Harry noticed this and looked at her. "She must've gotten over it." He thought.
For some reason this thought made him cringe and not want to believe it.
"Harry, are you ok?" She asked curiously looking up at him.
"Yes, of course I am."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Which was. Oh yes Ron is with the twins. They said something about carrying on the tradition. Or something like that."
"Mum will be thrilled to hear that." Ginny said with a twist of sarcasm.
Harry continued to look at her, fascinated with why he didn't notice her like that before. But he did now and that was what mattered he supposed.
"Harry?"
"Yes."
"What's with you today? You don't seem all here. You seem preoccupied with something."
He tried to tell her the truth but the adrenaline and fear were too much for him to handle right then. So he bid her goodnight and went to his room.
As Harry drifted to sleep he remembered a muggle song he had heard over the summer holidays. When he heard it he thought it to be extremely foolish. But now it held a deeper meaning for him.
"Tell me that you wake up crying
And you're not sure exactly why
Tell me that something is missing
In your life, in your life baby
Tell me that you live for love
That forever is never enough
That you've waited all your life to see
That you want so badly to believe
Tell me that it's not just me"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N The song is "It's Not Just Me" By Rascall Flatts.
He knew that he would never be able to talk of such things with her. He could never be anything more than Malfoy to her. Not even a friend. His father, the potty and the weasel wouldn't have it. Everything stood in the way. Tradition, houses, friends and family.
His heart felt heavy, the hope he felt was completely gone now. It was completely demolished, nothing was left. He felt the need to cry but couldn't find the energy. He felt numb.
"Well that was I wanted in the first place."
"They say that talking to yourself is the first step to insanity." A voice behind him said.
He turned to find the school's librarian, Madame Pince, behind him. She didn't wait for a reaction from him but instead went right on straightening a table left untidy by a couple of third years.
He left the library and went to his dorm room, where he fell asleep, oblivious to the whispers around him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(While Hermione and Draco are both in the library)
"So what is the plan?" Crabbe said, completely unaware of the fact he was just told the plan ten minutes ago.
"Uugggghhh! Must I go over this again? You grab the girl and bring her to me. That's all you have to do."
"So where will you be."
"I will be here. Waiting for you"
"So how do you want me to get her?"
"I DON'T care!! Be creative if you have to."
"Creative?"
"YES!"
"So when do I grab her?"
"Tomorrow Night." He said rubbing his hands together in a very menacing fashion. "I give you the go for when we need you to collect her." He said the phrase "collect her" like he was going to borrow something of no importance at all.
"So if I have to remember all this. What does Goyle have to do?"
"Goyle. Will be watching after her until we are ready."
"Ready for what?" At this comment Crabbe got hit across the head with a very powerful hand. "Oww." He muttered.
"If you would listen then maybe I wouldn't have to use so much force to get through your thick skull."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry and Ginny sat on one of the big overstuffed couches casually doing homework. When Hermione came back. She was accompanied by Seamus, which was something odd. She was usually alone or with Harry or Ron never with another Gryffindor boy. So this was a change, "Maybe for the better." Thought Harry.
Hermione didn't notice the two teens on the couch and instead went to bed.
"So where's Ron?" Ginny asked Harry without stuttering and without looking up from her book.
Harry noticed this and looked at her. "She must've gotten over it." He thought.
For some reason this thought made him cringe and not want to believe it.
"Harry, are you ok?" She asked curiously looking up at him.
"Yes, of course I am."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Which was. Oh yes Ron is with the twins. They said something about carrying on the tradition. Or something like that."
"Mum will be thrilled to hear that." Ginny said with a twist of sarcasm.
Harry continued to look at her, fascinated with why he didn't notice her like that before. But he did now and that was what mattered he supposed.
"Harry?"
"Yes."
"What's with you today? You don't seem all here. You seem preoccupied with something."
He tried to tell her the truth but the adrenaline and fear were too much for him to handle right then. So he bid her goodnight and went to his room.
As Harry drifted to sleep he remembered a muggle song he had heard over the summer holidays. When he heard it he thought it to be extremely foolish. But now it held a deeper meaning for him.
"Tell me that you wake up crying
And you're not sure exactly why
Tell me that something is missing
In your life, in your life baby
Tell me that you live for love
That forever is never enough
That you've waited all your life to see
That you want so badly to believe
Tell me that it's not just me"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N The song is "It's Not Just Me" By Rascall Flatts.