Author: Diamond Tears
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Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
A/N: This is my first HP fic and therefore, my first D/G fic. I hope it doesn't suck, but you can be the judge of that!
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Chapter One.
(Ginny Weasley's sixth year, Draco Malfoy's seventh)
Ginny smiled as the doorway to Diagon Alley opened before her. Her mother stepped
away from the bricks as they shifted, humming softly to herself. Turning her attention to
her bag she pulled out two letters bearing the Hogwarts seal and handed them to her
children. The she pulled a small bag of money for each, smiling as she did. Ginny took
the soft leather bag in her hand, it felt deliciously heavy. Ron's ears were pink, his mouth
hanging slightly open.
"A present from Fred and George, for each of you to what you wish with, and because
of your father's promotion, you each can get new robes. So, I'll go get your books and
things, and you two meet me back here in two hours."
She stepped forward, leading the way into Diagon Alley, as Ginny grinned at her
brother. Ron smiled and started to run, probably off to look at brooms. Ginny moved
along side her mother for a little while, her mother's perfume filling her senses. She
looked in every window, feeling as through she would never know how to choose
where to spend Fred and George's money.
"Darling?" Her mother was looking at her. "You should go find something, the twins
would be put out if you didn't."
Ginny smiled weakly, "I know."
"Well, what do you really love, more than anything in the world?"
"Drawing," Ginny answered, her voice soft.
"Then go replace that full sketch book of yours." Her mother said with a soft chuckle.
Ginny smiled, then made her way to the book store. The tiny bell above the door rang
as she entered, inhaling the wonderful scent of books. They lined the shelves that
looked as if they went for miles. The store was quite, but bright, the shiny covers
reflecting back at her. She looked around, wishing someone had come to help her. She
looked through the titles, until she came to the end of a self, where blank books were
stacked neatly. They were all beautiful, most with clean crisp, lined white paper.
"Can I help you miss?"
Ginny jumped, her heart leaping into her throat for a moment. "What?"
A man was looking at her, his hair slicked back over his bald spot. "Looking for
something in particular?"
"Yes, blank books, no lines, no words, for drawing. Do you have any of those?"
He bit his lip, "You know, I don't have many, no one ever asks for them. Follow me
please."
He started for the back of the store, humming a soft tune. At his hip was a large ring of
keys that jingled as he walked. Ginny followed, taking out her leather pouch of money.
She opened the top, which was tied with a small blue ribbon that said "Ginny" along it.
She almost gasped, the bag was nearly full, of nothing but gold galleons. She thanked
the twins under her breath.
"Here we are," The man said suddenly.
Ginny stopped, noticing that the book shelves continued on, past them. The man
turned to his left and pulled a small stack of books from the shelf and set them on the
floor. Taking his keys he reached in and twisted around until the book shelf swung out,
revealing a small room. Ginny looked inside and saw a single box sitting on the floor.
The man stepped inside and lifted the box, coughing at the dust that covered it. Setting
it in front of Ginny, he slowly opened it and beckoned her to kneel across from him.
The box was nearly empty, the inside so clean it almost sparkled. A light blue book was
at the bottom, beside a small bundle of sticks. The man reached inside and pulled out
the book, handing it to Ginny. The cover was silk smooth and light in her hands. The
pages were smooth and soft, perfectly white. Ginny smiled.
"I'll take it." She said softly.
"Do you want these, too?" The man asked.
"What are they?"
"Muggles call them pencils," He shrugged "I'll throw them in for free."
She smiled, "It's a deal."
The man sent her back towards that counter and she clutched the book close to her.
She paid the man, thanked him and walked out into the street. Sitting at a bench in
front of Eeylops Owl Emporium, she opened her bag and took out her old sketch book.
The red cover was still soft, although it hadn't been clean for years. She opened it, and
looked through her drawings. Finally she came to his letter, carefully pasted to the back
of his portrait. She read it, wishing she had responded to it. Wishing she had sent the owl
like he requested. She had wanted to tell him. She had wanted to know what had
broken through his tough skin and made him unbearable for those last days at
Hogwarts. She shook her head, and tossed away her thoughts of him.
Placing her old book back into her bag with tenderness in her fingers, she took out her
wand and began to charm her new book. The owls hoots filled her ears and she smiled
as she finished. She had charmed her book to keep dry, clean, new and closed, except
with a password. She then took the pencils and used them to sketch a small dragon on
the last page of her old book. Smiling as she finished she stood and looked through the
window at the owls.
There was a small one that was sitting on a small branch almost hidden by the large 'E'
in "Eeylops,". It was no bigger than Pig, it's tiny claws clutching the branch. It had large
amber eyes, and small gray wings folded on it's back, it seemed to be watching the
people pass by, as if it was lonely. Ginny felt the small bag the twins had sent and with a
smile on her face she pulled the door open and stepped inside.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light, or lack of. It was dark, so that the
owls could sleep and most were, asleep with their heads tucked under their wings. A
short women made her way over to Ginny and watched her as she turned to the
window and the small owl that was sitting there. It was really beautiful. It's face was
white as snow, it's back speckled gray and white. It couldn't have been more than ten
inches from the tips of it's ears to the end of it's tail feathers.
The bell above the door rang as Ginny reached out and ran her finger down the small
owl's back. It turned, fixing her with it's eyes that looked to large for it's sweet face. It
opened it's little black beak and let out a soft coo, before jumping up onto her finger.
She lifted it in the air, and looked into it's eyes. It almost seemed to be smiling, it's tiny
chest puffed up with pride.
"No one has ever noticed her before." The women said, almost is Ginny's ear, causing
her to jump.
"Really? Well, I'll take her." The owl cooed softly, and Ginny smiled.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Virginia Weasley."
The voice was smooth and tight, as if holding back laughter. Ginny braced herself
mentally, before looking into the stormy eyes of Draco Malfoy. A large gray owl was
sitting on his shoulder, it's eyes just as hard as Draco's. It clicked it's beak at the small owl
in Ginny's hand and looked at it with disgust almost playing his features. Ginny didn't
answer Draco, but moved past him to the counter where she set down the owl and
selected a cage for her.
The women put her owl in the cage and shut the door, then instructed Ginny on how
much weight the tiny owl could carry. Ginny paid, trying to ignore Draco as he hovered
behind her, obviously wondering how she was playing to pay for this. She finished
quickly, attempting to leave without a word to Draco.
"Where are you going Weasley?" He asked, grabbing the strap of her book bag.
"Any where that you are not, Malfoy." She answered coolly.
"You hurt me." He said sarcastically, following her out into Diagon Alley.
Ginny tried to break away as the door closed but the strap of her bag broke and the
contents spilled out onto the street. She set down the cage and turned, collecting
everything as quickly as she could. Then she stood, knowing that he had her book in his
hand. His face was unreadable, his eyes focused on a page. She snatched the book
and tucked it back into her bag. She picked up her owl, her eyes trained on the cobble
stones between her feet.
"It was you." He whispered.
"Yes." She answered, and when she looked up, he was gone.
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Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
A/N: This is my first HP fic and therefore, my first D/G fic. I hope it doesn't suck, but you can be the judge of that!
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Chapter One.
(Ginny Weasley's sixth year, Draco Malfoy's seventh)
Ginny smiled as the doorway to Diagon Alley opened before her. Her mother stepped
away from the bricks as they shifted, humming softly to herself. Turning her attention to
her bag she pulled out two letters bearing the Hogwarts seal and handed them to her
children. The she pulled a small bag of money for each, smiling as she did. Ginny took
the soft leather bag in her hand, it felt deliciously heavy. Ron's ears were pink, his mouth
hanging slightly open.
"A present from Fred and George, for each of you to what you wish with, and because
of your father's promotion, you each can get new robes. So, I'll go get your books and
things, and you two meet me back here in two hours."
She stepped forward, leading the way into Diagon Alley, as Ginny grinned at her
brother. Ron smiled and started to run, probably off to look at brooms. Ginny moved
along side her mother for a little while, her mother's perfume filling her senses. She
looked in every window, feeling as through she would never know how to choose
where to spend Fred and George's money.
"Darling?" Her mother was looking at her. "You should go find something, the twins
would be put out if you didn't."
Ginny smiled weakly, "I know."
"Well, what do you really love, more than anything in the world?"
"Drawing," Ginny answered, her voice soft.
"Then go replace that full sketch book of yours." Her mother said with a soft chuckle.
Ginny smiled, then made her way to the book store. The tiny bell above the door rang
as she entered, inhaling the wonderful scent of books. They lined the shelves that
looked as if they went for miles. The store was quite, but bright, the shiny covers
reflecting back at her. She looked around, wishing someone had come to help her. She
looked through the titles, until she came to the end of a self, where blank books were
stacked neatly. They were all beautiful, most with clean crisp, lined white paper.
"Can I help you miss?"
Ginny jumped, her heart leaping into her throat for a moment. "What?"
A man was looking at her, his hair slicked back over his bald spot. "Looking for
something in particular?"
"Yes, blank books, no lines, no words, for drawing. Do you have any of those?"
He bit his lip, "You know, I don't have many, no one ever asks for them. Follow me
please."
He started for the back of the store, humming a soft tune. At his hip was a large ring of
keys that jingled as he walked. Ginny followed, taking out her leather pouch of money.
She opened the top, which was tied with a small blue ribbon that said "Ginny" along it.
She almost gasped, the bag was nearly full, of nothing but gold galleons. She thanked
the twins under her breath.
"Here we are," The man said suddenly.
Ginny stopped, noticing that the book shelves continued on, past them. The man
turned to his left and pulled a small stack of books from the shelf and set them on the
floor. Taking his keys he reached in and twisted around until the book shelf swung out,
revealing a small room. Ginny looked inside and saw a single box sitting on the floor.
The man stepped inside and lifted the box, coughing at the dust that covered it. Setting
it in front of Ginny, he slowly opened it and beckoned her to kneel across from him.
The box was nearly empty, the inside so clean it almost sparkled. A light blue book was
at the bottom, beside a small bundle of sticks. The man reached inside and pulled out
the book, handing it to Ginny. The cover was silk smooth and light in her hands. The
pages were smooth and soft, perfectly white. Ginny smiled.
"I'll take it." She said softly.
"Do you want these, too?" The man asked.
"What are they?"
"Muggles call them pencils," He shrugged "I'll throw them in for free."
She smiled, "It's a deal."
The man sent her back towards that counter and she clutched the book close to her.
She paid the man, thanked him and walked out into the street. Sitting at a bench in
front of Eeylops Owl Emporium, she opened her bag and took out her old sketch book.
The red cover was still soft, although it hadn't been clean for years. She opened it, and
looked through her drawings. Finally she came to his letter, carefully pasted to the back
of his portrait. She read it, wishing she had responded to it. Wishing she had sent the owl
like he requested. She had wanted to tell him. She had wanted to know what had
broken through his tough skin and made him unbearable for those last days at
Hogwarts. She shook her head, and tossed away her thoughts of him.
Placing her old book back into her bag with tenderness in her fingers, she took out her
wand and began to charm her new book. The owls hoots filled her ears and she smiled
as she finished. She had charmed her book to keep dry, clean, new and closed, except
with a password. She then took the pencils and used them to sketch a small dragon on
the last page of her old book. Smiling as she finished she stood and looked through the
window at the owls.
There was a small one that was sitting on a small branch almost hidden by the large 'E'
in "Eeylops,". It was no bigger than Pig, it's tiny claws clutching the branch. It had large
amber eyes, and small gray wings folded on it's back, it seemed to be watching the
people pass by, as if it was lonely. Ginny felt the small bag the twins had sent and with a
smile on her face she pulled the door open and stepped inside.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light, or lack of. It was dark, so that the
owls could sleep and most were, asleep with their heads tucked under their wings. A
short women made her way over to Ginny and watched her as she turned to the
window and the small owl that was sitting there. It was really beautiful. It's face was
white as snow, it's back speckled gray and white. It couldn't have been more than ten
inches from the tips of it's ears to the end of it's tail feathers.
The bell above the door rang as Ginny reached out and ran her finger down the small
owl's back. It turned, fixing her with it's eyes that looked to large for it's sweet face. It
opened it's little black beak and let out a soft coo, before jumping up onto her finger.
She lifted it in the air, and looked into it's eyes. It almost seemed to be smiling, it's tiny
chest puffed up with pride.
"No one has ever noticed her before." The women said, almost is Ginny's ear, causing
her to jump.
"Really? Well, I'll take her." The owl cooed softly, and Ginny smiled.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Virginia Weasley."
The voice was smooth and tight, as if holding back laughter. Ginny braced herself
mentally, before looking into the stormy eyes of Draco Malfoy. A large gray owl was
sitting on his shoulder, it's eyes just as hard as Draco's. It clicked it's beak at the small owl
in Ginny's hand and looked at it with disgust almost playing his features. Ginny didn't
answer Draco, but moved past him to the counter where she set down the owl and
selected a cage for her.
The women put her owl in the cage and shut the door, then instructed Ginny on how
much weight the tiny owl could carry. Ginny paid, trying to ignore Draco as he hovered
behind her, obviously wondering how she was playing to pay for this. She finished
quickly, attempting to leave without a word to Draco.
"Where are you going Weasley?" He asked, grabbing the strap of her book bag.
"Any where that you are not, Malfoy." She answered coolly.
"You hurt me." He said sarcastically, following her out into Diagon Alley.
Ginny tried to break away as the door closed but the strap of her bag broke and the
contents spilled out onto the street. She set down the cage and turned, collecting
everything as quickly as she could. Then she stood, knowing that he had her book in his
hand. His face was unreadable, his eyes focused on a page. She snatched the book
and tucked it back into her bag. She picked up her owl, her eyes trained on the cobble
stones between her feet.
"It was you." He whispered.
"Yes." She answered, and when she looked up, he was gone.
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