Second Chapter: Shadows thru the night

:::In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word. :::

"Are you drunk?!? what kind of stupid question is that Weasley?" Draco asked glaring at Ginny. He wished he hadn't since the twinkling in her eyes suddenly disappeared. "Sorry" she said apologetically. Her innocence and purity showed. "No worries" Draco quickly said. He paused in fact he was surprised at what he said. Harry and Ginny's mouth were hung open- this was new, and if Ron would have seen this, he would have fainted. "Let's go Gin" Harry said avoiding Draco's response.

"Uhm… yea okay Harry" she responded. She turned around but gave Draco a small smile before she continued to walk behind Harry. Be careful Draco thought.

He could feel his insides flipping. He watched as her figure walked away, constantly tripping over some things. He sniggered- she acted with pure innocence, like a little girl.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued to search for his puppy "PUPPY"

He found the little critter last week, it was adorable but tough . It had the weirdest hair color- Red. Reminds him so much of Weasley- his dog who had adorable green eyes matched the color of his house, Slytherin.

He couldn't find him anywhere, He took out his wand- but shoved it back in his pocket "Stupid rules" he muttered. The students weren't allowed to use magic out of school and

Draco hated that. He wouldn't dare let his father look for it, he'll find it- but slaughter it after. Draco didn't want Puppy to die. His father consider this emotion towards others as a weakness. Rubbish Draco thought just because he's a bloody deatheater doesn't mean he could control my life. But unfortunately he can. If not by force, by punishment- this is what Draco must go thru. Punishment from an unemotional bastard- who he calls his pro-creator Father.

Has Draco ever felt love? of course but to the most unlikely people.

He fell in love with one of their servant's daughter- but when Lucius found out, he killed the girl… Draco was absolutely disgusted, he vowed never to die without killing his father- himself.

What does he look for in a girl? Simplicity- innocence- kindness and maybe physical beauty. He is Draco, devilishly handsome in all cases- whatever he's feeling, he looks magnificent. Ginny Weasley seemed perfect for his needs, she was simple, innocent and not to mention beautiful. But Draco can't have her- but if he could she would be in his bed- tonight. What am I doing? thinking about sleeping with a Weasley- He tried to take her off his mind but never accomplished.

Ginny didn't sleep well that night. She wanted to sleep but her body was still restless- she wanted to walk but her mind doesn't want her to. This sucks your mind and body not working together. she thought. She finally gave up- standing up she left her tent. The fire was out, it was dark only the radiance of the moon was illuminating the forest.

It looked scary- she felt scared- scared till' death. Something was there, someone was there. She hurried back to her tent as fast as she could but something was stopping her.

She looked behind her and saw

"AAAAAAAAAH" Ginny screamed. "Harry! you scared me!"

Harry was grinning at her. "you should have seen your terrified face"

"I'd rather not!" She riposted.

Ginny saw Harry laugh softly. "What are u doing out at a time like this? and it's dark Gin.-aren't you afraid of a ghost or something?" Harry finally asked. She cant help but smile at him. "Harry, you know well that I've seen many ghosts already- they're not new beings to me. HELLO! I'm quiet restless. I couldn't really sleep." Harry nodded. "I am too…"

"Guess I got to go try to sleep now."

"Good idea" and with that Harry turned back and went inside his tent.

"Good night" a soft voice said. Obviously it was Harry's. She went back to bed and tried to sleep once again.

Years have changed this area in many ways, but that stream and the forest, like a photo negative, glows in memory's light. Draco watched as the water flowed down gracefully. The atmosphere was serene- Draco missed this place. It was full of untangled memories.

"I love you."

"I thought you can not love Draco"

"you're wrong I can- because I know I love you."

"I love you too." the sweet angelic voice of the 14 year old clouded his evilness- he did love her and he knew it.

Draco smiled to himself. He was once happy- in his fourth year he learned to love. But he was soon converted back to hating, forced by his murderously tumultuous father.

But he will not hate. He will not become his father's emotional replica.

Maybe by physical means they do look alike-but that's it. Nothing deeper. Nothing more serious. She is a memory now, and she wouldn't be if I hadn't learned to love her.