Title: Happy? Me? Of course.
A/N: It's just been edited.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own these characters.
Chapter 3: Maybe
"Hey, Gin! Where's our homework?"
Ginny turned around and found herself out on the Quidditch pitch. It was still dark outside, and she couldn't see who was talking to her.
"Who's there?" She asked quietly.
No answer.
"Who's there?!" she screamed.
She heard a laugh. It was a dry, bitter and evil laugh. It came from Desdemona and, of course, Miranda.
"Gin, we have really important dates, so you have to do the detention McGonagall gave us."
Ginny looked at them and waited for the words to slip from her lips. Those annoying words that always came, even if she didn't wanted them to: "Sure, of course I can! You guys just have fun, ok?"
But this time they didn't.
"No" she heard her own voice say. She saw how her "friends" froze for a second.
"What did you just say ...?"
"I said no. I won't go to your detention, and I won't do your homework. That time has passed, and I won't ever do it again. Get it?"
Ginny felt a soft breeze wash over her chin, and slowly she opened her eyes. She tried to pull her blanket closer, but wait. she had no blanket. Confused she sat up and looked around, only to fall back down on the ground again from shock.
What am I doing out at the LAKE?!
Wait, I know. I was here last night. Studying for my. no, for Desdemona and Miranda when he came... and we kind of talked... and then I. wait! I fell asleep! But... so... I'm not cold because of Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Did he actually put a warming-charm over me? Now, that doesn't make any sense...
Why would he do that?
Why save me from Pansy?
Ginny bit her lip thoughtful as she gathered all her books and headed back into the castle, and to the warm breakfast inside.
This is really confusing... Maybe he's only playing with me, trying to make me tell him my secrets, so he can spread them around the school so everyone will laugh at me... again. And what's up with that dream? I was so... confident! It's nothing I would ever be. Although, it was kind of nice.
~* ~*~ *~
Hermione sat tapping her quill against her book, trying not to scream out loud. She was angry. Really angry. Her cheeks were blushing, and if her hair had been fluffy before, it was nothing compared to what it was now (somehow her hair seemed to react when she was angry... very mysterious).
To the left of the angry little girl sat Harry. He was extremely bored and had fallen asleep.
And to the left of that little boy, sat Ron. Even he was extremely bored, and was trying to build a little castle of the pages in his History book.
That these three students were supposed to be taking notes, was nothing that they really cared about. Not even Hermione cared.
After Ron's little castle had collapsed for the fifth time, he actually noticed this. Surprised he leaned over to Harry and whispered "Hey, what's wrong with Hermione?" Harry yawned and looked at her. Shrugging he went back to what he was doing: sleeping. Ron rolled his eyes and tapped Harry on his shoulder "Come on Harry, ask her!"
Harry sighed and looked over Hermione's shoulder. She had now stopped the pen taping and was now writing something, very fast and very angry.
"Stupid... foolish... how could he?! Stupid Ron... always getting himself in trouble. getting himself detention... just because he HAD to hit Malfoy... throwing away his future... his future with . um, with his... anyway, STUPID!"
Harry tried not to laugh, and took the parchment from Hermione and gave it to Ron. "This is what she's doing." Hermione didn't even notice that Harry had taken it, she just kept on writing... on the table.
Ron took the parchment and Harry watched as his face turned red. Furious, he threw away the paper and glared at Hermione. She looked up and glared back at him. And like that they sat the whole lesson, and Harry yawned again and got back to his sleep.
~*~*~*~
"Can you two just stop this... this... fight, and... Argh! JUST STOP!" Harry yelled as they went back to the common room after some tea with Hagrid. It was nine o'clock and Ron and Hermione had been fighting for about eight hours, and it was getting annoying.
Harry turned to Hermione "Okay, Ron did a stupid thing, but honestly, he always do stupid things! You can't change that! And if you think you can, then you're the stupid one!" Hermione glared at him and muttered something about boys always protecting each other while a big grin of triumph appeared in Ron's face.
Harry turned to Ron "And you! What the hell were you thinking?! Hermione's right, you know, you can't just go and hit him every time he makes you angry! You'll end up killing him! And even though I think that'd be a good idea, it would get you in a lot of trouble! Get a grip!"
Just a few minutes ago, Harry had been walking between two screaming friends and he had begged for some silence. Now he was walking between two quiet, muttering but still very angry friends, and was begging for someone to talk.
Very ironic.
Because they were all so caught up in their own "misery," they didn't notice the silver haired boy sitting behind a tree, listening to them. He had been sitting there for quite some time now, he too caught up in his misery, but he had heard them.
Kill me... Maybe that's not such a bad idea.
~*~*~*~
"Miss Weasley, may I have a word with you?"
Little Miss Weasley was wandering the corridors of Hogwarts and hadn't even noticed Professor McGonagall coming.
"Yes, o- of course, Professor."
As Professor McGonagall watched the little girl, she saw the panic in her big brown eyes and felt very much compassion for her. "I've noticed for quite some time now that you haven't done your homework, and I'd like to know why."
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"Hey, look. Isn't that Ginny?" Harry whispered and pulled his friends behind a big statue.
Ron's eyes widened as he heard McGonagall's question "What's she talking about? Ginny's always sitting with her nose in books, doing her homework!"
"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione hissed.
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"I'm sorry Professor, but I always seem to forget about it" Ginny lied and looked down as she felt, once again, her cheeks turn red.
"Well, your friends, Miss Williams and Miss Daley, always seems to do their homework. Very well, I might add." You can say a lot about McGonagall, but you can't say she's stupid.
Ginny sighed. See! I am good in school! I just never have the chance to show it.
"I-I'm sorry Professor... I'll try to."
"The weird thing is" McGonagall continued, ignoring Ginny's apology, "you always seem to get top score on every exam, while your friends always seems to fail. I wonder how that is."
Ginny looked up at her in shock, did she know? Of course not... she can't know. If she did, she would have given me detention by now... right?
"I'm sorry Professor... "
"Well, anyway. I have to get going now. And please Ginny, try to find time for your homework." And with that she hurried off, leaving Ginny alone. Well, almost alone.
Ron stepped out from the shadow and looked at her. "Ginny, what was that all about? You always do your homework!"
Ginny turned around, and there were now tears in her eyes. "Not now, Ron!" She cried out and pushed her way through the trio and ran away.
She didn't know where she were running, she just knew she had to get away from there. She couldn't breathe in there... in that horrible castle.
She ran through the big entrance doors, and kept running towards the lake. She didn't even stop when she saw something big on the ground and was caught by surprise as she felt her legs disappear underneath her.
"Ouch!" she cried out and sat up to look at the thing that had been in her way.
"Don't you ever stop to see where you're going?"
I know that voice...
"Malfoy?"
"No, I'm Jesus, and I'm here to rescue the world from sin," Draco muttered with sarcasm.
Ginny couldn't keep a little smile from her lips, and quickly turned away her face so he wouldn't notice. "W-what are you doing here?"
"Enjoying the view. And trust me, it's not you."
"What a surprise," She muttered and gazed over the lake. The full moon was reflecting in the water, and they could here werewolves howling far away... She loved it. And somehow she wished she could be out there forever... Out where no one would make her feel stupid. What about him? She gazed at him. Somehow, I don't think he would call me stupid. Well, he probably would, but would he mean it? She sighed and looked at the lake again.
Draco looked at her hoping she didn't notice, and saw a few tears still in her eyes. Don't cry. I hate when girls cry. It's always about something stupid, like their mascara or guys who don't want them... Stupid... Is that what she's crying about? Hardly.
"What on earth gave you a reason to cry?" he asked and yawned, just to show her that he really didn't care. Which he didn't, of course... yeah right.
"What on earth gave me a reason not to?"
He snorted.
Do you want the whole list?
"Can it be... Prince Charming? Or to the rest of the world, known as Hero Potter?"
Oh, you mean the fact that he scares me and that I want to run away the second I hear his voice? In that case, yes, I guess he is the reason I cry.
"Why do you ask if you don't even care about the answer?"
"Why do you keep avoiding answering me?"
"Why do you answer me with a question?"
"Why do you?"
Argh!
No response. Ginny tried to remember why she even went out here in the first place... Oh, right... McGonagall... Ron. Dra...err.Malfoy... Why doesn't he just hit me or something? That's what he usually does.
Draco sighed. He knew he should go... away from her before he said anything more, but he didn't want to. Actually, he kind of liked it there. She didn't seem to hate him as much as her brother did... But she probably does. God, I hate them. Talking about me when I'm not even around to protect myself... Bastards.
"Why are you here?"
Draco looked up. Did she talk to him? Why?
"I thought I told you that already."
"Yeah, but even if you're Jesus you'd still have a reason to be out here by yourself."
"Guess what Weasel, I really don't have to tell you. So just stop asking me things all the time, will you?"
So why are you here?
Ginny closed her eyes and sighed. If McGonagall tells anyone about my... err... "grades," I'll probably be in a lot of trouble. She'll tell my mum and Mum will freak out. Then everyone will know what a loser I am.
"You know, life sucks!" she suddenly exclaimed and rested her head against the big tree they were sitting at. "Life should not be like this! It should be like... like yours!"
Draco gasped and looked at her as if she'd suddenly turned into an alien. "Mine? Yeah, that'll be fun... then no one would feel anything and everyone would just go around and hit people because they don't have anything else to do! What a wonderful world!" he cried out before he could control himself.
Fuck!
Come on, say something. Don't look at me like that. I'm not crazy... yet. God, I hate you!
But Miss Weasley didn't say anything. Instead, she started to laugh. A very dry and bitter laugh that made Mr. Malfoy feel very uncomfortable. She just sat there and laughed for about ten minutes before she finally stopped and talked.
"You know, I'm the biggest loser in this school. Please, don't protest so much." Of course, he hadn't. "I'm pathetic. I actually do my friends' homework. Which, of course, makes all the teachers very angry. I can't say no when they ask me, because if I do I would be left all alone." Ginny stopped.
Why am I telling him this? It's not like he cares. She glanced at him and saw that he was watching the lake, as if he didn't hear her. As if he didn't even know she was there. But if she looked a bit deeper she could see that he actually did listen. Something in his eyes... And somehow, this made her want to continue. She didn't know why, but if he listened, why shouldn't she talk? Maybe she'd feel better... or maybe she'd regret it... but who cares?
"Even if they left me, it probably wouldn't make any difference. Do you know how it feels to be lonely? I think you do. It's like you start to live in this fantasy world where you're always happy and no one is mean to you, everyone is just happy. You can even imagine that maybe, just maybe life will get better if you just give it time. Then you start to think that maybe it can change right away... that people who care about you actually exist and if your friends tell you that they'll meet you in the library at 5 o'clock, they'll actually meet you there on time.
"And then, of course, you wake up, only to find out that it's 8 o'clock and they still haven't shown up. The you realise that maybe life isn't so good after all and it'll be a long time before it gets anywhere near good and that right now life just sucks."
.Trust me, I know what you mean.
Now Draco was afraid. Was she a mind reader or something? He knew exactly what she was talking about Damn Weasley.
"Why are you telling me this? It's not like I care."
"If so, why are you still here?"
~*~*~*~
Professor McGonagall sighed and took off her glasses. She was sitting up in Dumbledore's office where they were working on the school's budget. It was very boring.
Dumbledore looked up from his papers and smiled. "What's bothering you, Minerva?"
She hesitated. "It's Miss Weasley, actually. I'm worried about her. I think she's doing her friends' homework instead of her own."
Dumbledore nodded "Yes, I believe that too."
"You do? But Albus, we have to do something! She's throwing away her future!"
Dumbledore smiled and walked over to the window "You see, Minerva, it's obvious she's not feeling well, right? She has a very loving family and she always walks around smiling, but you've also noticed that the smile doesn't reach her eyes. I believe she'll be all right."
"No, Albus, I don't think so. It's been getting worse. Shouldn't we talk to her parents or something?"
"Minerva, dear, come over here to the window. I want to show you something."
Minerva looked confused, but did as he told her. From Dumbledore's office you could see over the whole school ground, with the lake just in front. And right now you could see two spots behind a big tree by the lake. One was flaming red and the other deep silver blonde.
"You see those spots down there at the lake? Just beside that big tree?"
"Yes, Albus. What is it?"
"The red one is Miss Weasley, and the silvery one is the young."
".Malfoy!" Minerva put on her glasses again, as if she wanted to make sure it really was him.
Dumbledore laughed "Yes, Draco. I saw them there last night too. And it just happens to be like this, he's been lonely his whole life just like Miss Weasley. The difference is, he's just become aware of it and she has known it her whole life"
"You can't be serious? Are you saying those two have something in common? She's a Gryffindor, and he's a... a Slytherin!"
Dumbledore laughed again and put his arm around the women's shoulders "Yes, Minerva. He is. He's also a Malfoy, and she's a Weasley. They are both lonely, and they both need someone to talk to."
"I'm not so sure about this, Albus. What if he hurt her? I'd never forgive him."
"But he won't. Doesn't this remind you of that Muggle writer's story? Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet'?"
Minerva snorted. "Albus! You know just as well as I do that Shakespeare wasn't a Muggle, he was a squib."
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own these characters.
Chapter 3: Maybe
"Hey, Gin! Where's our homework?"
Ginny turned around and found herself out on the Quidditch pitch. It was still dark outside, and she couldn't see who was talking to her.
"Who's there?" She asked quietly.
No answer.
"Who's there?!" she screamed.
She heard a laugh. It was a dry, bitter and evil laugh. It came from Desdemona and, of course, Miranda.
"Gin, we have really important dates, so you have to do the detention McGonagall gave us."
Ginny looked at them and waited for the words to slip from her lips. Those annoying words that always came, even if she didn't wanted them to: "Sure, of course I can! You guys just have fun, ok?"
But this time they didn't.
"No" she heard her own voice say. She saw how her "friends" froze for a second.
"What did you just say ...?"
"I said no. I won't go to your detention, and I won't do your homework. That time has passed, and I won't ever do it again. Get it?"
Ginny felt a soft breeze wash over her chin, and slowly she opened her eyes. She tried to pull her blanket closer, but wait. she had no blanket. Confused she sat up and looked around, only to fall back down on the ground again from shock.
What am I doing out at the LAKE?!
Wait, I know. I was here last night. Studying for my. no, for Desdemona and Miranda when he came... and we kind of talked... and then I. wait! I fell asleep! But... so... I'm not cold because of Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Did he actually put a warming-charm over me? Now, that doesn't make any sense...
Why would he do that?
Why save me from Pansy?
Ginny bit her lip thoughtful as she gathered all her books and headed back into the castle, and to the warm breakfast inside.
This is really confusing... Maybe he's only playing with me, trying to make me tell him my secrets, so he can spread them around the school so everyone will laugh at me... again. And what's up with that dream? I was so... confident! It's nothing I would ever be. Although, it was kind of nice.
~* ~*~ *~
Hermione sat tapping her quill against her book, trying not to scream out loud. She was angry. Really angry. Her cheeks were blushing, and if her hair had been fluffy before, it was nothing compared to what it was now (somehow her hair seemed to react when she was angry... very mysterious).
To the left of the angry little girl sat Harry. He was extremely bored and had fallen asleep.
And to the left of that little boy, sat Ron. Even he was extremely bored, and was trying to build a little castle of the pages in his History book.
That these three students were supposed to be taking notes, was nothing that they really cared about. Not even Hermione cared.
After Ron's little castle had collapsed for the fifth time, he actually noticed this. Surprised he leaned over to Harry and whispered "Hey, what's wrong with Hermione?" Harry yawned and looked at her. Shrugging he went back to what he was doing: sleeping. Ron rolled his eyes and tapped Harry on his shoulder "Come on Harry, ask her!"
Harry sighed and looked over Hermione's shoulder. She had now stopped the pen taping and was now writing something, very fast and very angry.
"Stupid... foolish... how could he?! Stupid Ron... always getting himself in trouble. getting himself detention... just because he HAD to hit Malfoy... throwing away his future... his future with . um, with his... anyway, STUPID!"
Harry tried not to laugh, and took the parchment from Hermione and gave it to Ron. "This is what she's doing." Hermione didn't even notice that Harry had taken it, she just kept on writing... on the table.
Ron took the parchment and Harry watched as his face turned red. Furious, he threw away the paper and glared at Hermione. She looked up and glared back at him. And like that they sat the whole lesson, and Harry yawned again and got back to his sleep.
~*~*~*~
"Can you two just stop this... this... fight, and... Argh! JUST STOP!" Harry yelled as they went back to the common room after some tea with Hagrid. It was nine o'clock and Ron and Hermione had been fighting for about eight hours, and it was getting annoying.
Harry turned to Hermione "Okay, Ron did a stupid thing, but honestly, he always do stupid things! You can't change that! And if you think you can, then you're the stupid one!" Hermione glared at him and muttered something about boys always protecting each other while a big grin of triumph appeared in Ron's face.
Harry turned to Ron "And you! What the hell were you thinking?! Hermione's right, you know, you can't just go and hit him every time he makes you angry! You'll end up killing him! And even though I think that'd be a good idea, it would get you in a lot of trouble! Get a grip!"
Just a few minutes ago, Harry had been walking between two screaming friends and he had begged for some silence. Now he was walking between two quiet, muttering but still very angry friends, and was begging for someone to talk.
Very ironic.
Because they were all so caught up in their own "misery," they didn't notice the silver haired boy sitting behind a tree, listening to them. He had been sitting there for quite some time now, he too caught up in his misery, but he had heard them.
Kill me... Maybe that's not such a bad idea.
~*~*~*~
"Miss Weasley, may I have a word with you?"
Little Miss Weasley was wandering the corridors of Hogwarts and hadn't even noticed Professor McGonagall coming.
"Yes, o- of course, Professor."
As Professor McGonagall watched the little girl, she saw the panic in her big brown eyes and felt very much compassion for her. "I've noticed for quite some time now that you haven't done your homework, and I'd like to know why."
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"Hey, look. Isn't that Ginny?" Harry whispered and pulled his friends behind a big statue.
Ron's eyes widened as he heard McGonagall's question "What's she talking about? Ginny's always sitting with her nose in books, doing her homework!"
"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione hissed.
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"I'm sorry Professor, but I always seem to forget about it" Ginny lied and looked down as she felt, once again, her cheeks turn red.
"Well, your friends, Miss Williams and Miss Daley, always seems to do their homework. Very well, I might add." You can say a lot about McGonagall, but you can't say she's stupid.
Ginny sighed. See! I am good in school! I just never have the chance to show it.
"I-I'm sorry Professor... I'll try to."
"The weird thing is" McGonagall continued, ignoring Ginny's apology, "you always seem to get top score on every exam, while your friends always seems to fail. I wonder how that is."
Ginny looked up at her in shock, did she know? Of course not... she can't know. If she did, she would have given me detention by now... right?
"I'm sorry Professor... "
"Well, anyway. I have to get going now. And please Ginny, try to find time for your homework." And with that she hurried off, leaving Ginny alone. Well, almost alone.
Ron stepped out from the shadow and looked at her. "Ginny, what was that all about? You always do your homework!"
Ginny turned around, and there were now tears in her eyes. "Not now, Ron!" She cried out and pushed her way through the trio and ran away.
She didn't know where she were running, she just knew she had to get away from there. She couldn't breathe in there... in that horrible castle.
She ran through the big entrance doors, and kept running towards the lake. She didn't even stop when she saw something big on the ground and was caught by surprise as she felt her legs disappear underneath her.
"Ouch!" she cried out and sat up to look at the thing that had been in her way.
"Don't you ever stop to see where you're going?"
I know that voice...
"Malfoy?"
"No, I'm Jesus, and I'm here to rescue the world from sin," Draco muttered with sarcasm.
Ginny couldn't keep a little smile from her lips, and quickly turned away her face so he wouldn't notice. "W-what are you doing here?"
"Enjoying the view. And trust me, it's not you."
"What a surprise," She muttered and gazed over the lake. The full moon was reflecting in the water, and they could here werewolves howling far away... She loved it. And somehow she wished she could be out there forever... Out where no one would make her feel stupid. What about him? She gazed at him. Somehow, I don't think he would call me stupid. Well, he probably would, but would he mean it? She sighed and looked at the lake again.
Draco looked at her hoping she didn't notice, and saw a few tears still in her eyes. Don't cry. I hate when girls cry. It's always about something stupid, like their mascara or guys who don't want them... Stupid... Is that what she's crying about? Hardly.
"What on earth gave you a reason to cry?" he asked and yawned, just to show her that he really didn't care. Which he didn't, of course... yeah right.
"What on earth gave me a reason not to?"
He snorted.
Do you want the whole list?
"Can it be... Prince Charming? Or to the rest of the world, known as Hero Potter?"
Oh, you mean the fact that he scares me and that I want to run away the second I hear his voice? In that case, yes, I guess he is the reason I cry.
"Why do you ask if you don't even care about the answer?"
"Why do you keep avoiding answering me?"
"Why do you answer me with a question?"
"Why do you?"
Argh!
No response. Ginny tried to remember why she even went out here in the first place... Oh, right... McGonagall... Ron. Dra...err.Malfoy... Why doesn't he just hit me or something? That's what he usually does.
Draco sighed. He knew he should go... away from her before he said anything more, but he didn't want to. Actually, he kind of liked it there. She didn't seem to hate him as much as her brother did... But she probably does. God, I hate them. Talking about me when I'm not even around to protect myself... Bastards.
"Why are you here?"
Draco looked up. Did she talk to him? Why?
"I thought I told you that already."
"Yeah, but even if you're Jesus you'd still have a reason to be out here by yourself."
"Guess what Weasel, I really don't have to tell you. So just stop asking me things all the time, will you?"
So why are you here?
Ginny closed her eyes and sighed. If McGonagall tells anyone about my... err... "grades," I'll probably be in a lot of trouble. She'll tell my mum and Mum will freak out. Then everyone will know what a loser I am.
"You know, life sucks!" she suddenly exclaimed and rested her head against the big tree they were sitting at. "Life should not be like this! It should be like... like yours!"
Draco gasped and looked at her as if she'd suddenly turned into an alien. "Mine? Yeah, that'll be fun... then no one would feel anything and everyone would just go around and hit people because they don't have anything else to do! What a wonderful world!" he cried out before he could control himself.
Fuck!
Come on, say something. Don't look at me like that. I'm not crazy... yet. God, I hate you!
But Miss Weasley didn't say anything. Instead, she started to laugh. A very dry and bitter laugh that made Mr. Malfoy feel very uncomfortable. She just sat there and laughed for about ten minutes before she finally stopped and talked.
"You know, I'm the biggest loser in this school. Please, don't protest so much." Of course, he hadn't. "I'm pathetic. I actually do my friends' homework. Which, of course, makes all the teachers very angry. I can't say no when they ask me, because if I do I would be left all alone." Ginny stopped.
Why am I telling him this? It's not like he cares. She glanced at him and saw that he was watching the lake, as if he didn't hear her. As if he didn't even know she was there. But if she looked a bit deeper she could see that he actually did listen. Something in his eyes... And somehow, this made her want to continue. She didn't know why, but if he listened, why shouldn't she talk? Maybe she'd feel better... or maybe she'd regret it... but who cares?
"Even if they left me, it probably wouldn't make any difference. Do you know how it feels to be lonely? I think you do. It's like you start to live in this fantasy world where you're always happy and no one is mean to you, everyone is just happy. You can even imagine that maybe, just maybe life will get better if you just give it time. Then you start to think that maybe it can change right away... that people who care about you actually exist and if your friends tell you that they'll meet you in the library at 5 o'clock, they'll actually meet you there on time.
"And then, of course, you wake up, only to find out that it's 8 o'clock and they still haven't shown up. The you realise that maybe life isn't so good after all and it'll be a long time before it gets anywhere near good and that right now life just sucks."
.Trust me, I know what you mean.
Now Draco was afraid. Was she a mind reader or something? He knew exactly what she was talking about Damn Weasley.
"Why are you telling me this? It's not like I care."
"If so, why are you still here?"
~*~*~*~
Professor McGonagall sighed and took off her glasses. She was sitting up in Dumbledore's office where they were working on the school's budget. It was very boring.
Dumbledore looked up from his papers and smiled. "What's bothering you, Minerva?"
She hesitated. "It's Miss Weasley, actually. I'm worried about her. I think she's doing her friends' homework instead of her own."
Dumbledore nodded "Yes, I believe that too."
"You do? But Albus, we have to do something! She's throwing away her future!"
Dumbledore smiled and walked over to the window "You see, Minerva, it's obvious she's not feeling well, right? She has a very loving family and she always walks around smiling, but you've also noticed that the smile doesn't reach her eyes. I believe she'll be all right."
"No, Albus, I don't think so. It's been getting worse. Shouldn't we talk to her parents or something?"
"Minerva, dear, come over here to the window. I want to show you something."
Minerva looked confused, but did as he told her. From Dumbledore's office you could see over the whole school ground, with the lake just in front. And right now you could see two spots behind a big tree by the lake. One was flaming red and the other deep silver blonde.
"You see those spots down there at the lake? Just beside that big tree?"
"Yes, Albus. What is it?"
"The red one is Miss Weasley, and the silvery one is the young."
".Malfoy!" Minerva put on her glasses again, as if she wanted to make sure it really was him.
Dumbledore laughed "Yes, Draco. I saw them there last night too. And it just happens to be like this, he's been lonely his whole life just like Miss Weasley. The difference is, he's just become aware of it and she has known it her whole life"
"You can't be serious? Are you saying those two have something in common? She's a Gryffindor, and he's a... a Slytherin!"
Dumbledore laughed again and put his arm around the women's shoulders "Yes, Minerva. He is. He's also a Malfoy, and she's a Weasley. They are both lonely, and they both need someone to talk to."
"I'm not so sure about this, Albus. What if he hurt her? I'd never forgive him."
"But he won't. Doesn't this remind you of that Muggle writer's story? Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet'?"
Minerva snorted. "Albus! You know just as well as I do that Shakespeare wasn't a Muggle, he was a squib."