"So, we have no air, no food, no water, no proper toilet facilities and no
way of getting help...can I be the first to say that we are well and truely
screwed." Ginny listed soon after. She was sitting on the table on her side
of the room
"hey, I know that as much as you do, but it is not like we can do any thing about it...unless you have a wand with you" Draco replied. Ginny shook her head. One of the rules of detentions was that students were not allowed to have wands with them.
"So we are stuck in here untill my friends wise up" She said, Draco nodded and sat in his corner again.
They sat in silence for a little while, neither really knowing what to say to each other. What do you talk to your mortal enemy about.
Ginny had lifted the talking banon the dirct promise from Draco that he would try to be less annoying. She was a strong person and she was used to ignoring people, but she sometimes didn't like to be alone with her thoughts.
Draco looked at Ginny. They had nothing to say to each other, nad for teh first time since he had met the Weasley's he was sad about that. They knew nothing about each other really, they only really knew what their fathers had told them about each others families.
"So...nice weather we have been having" Draco smiled, Ginny laughed.
"We have nothing to say to each other, but we both know that if we dont talk we will be bored beyond belief" Ginny smiled at the irony. Draco smiled with her.
"There must be some thing that we can talk about...we must have some thing in common" Draco told her, she nodded.
"What is your favourite subject?" She asked him, he smirked.
"potions" He replied. Ginny rolled her eyes, she could have guess that.
"Figures" Ginny replied. Draco grinned.
"What is yours?" He asked
"Care of magical creatures." She replied, Draco rolled his eyes this time.
"You Gryffindors love that half giant dont you?" Draco asked, Ginny smiled
"You have never taken the time to get to know Hagrid, he is one of the sweetest and caring people I have ever met, you slytherins are just mean to him because he is different" Ginny replied.
"Maybe we are, but you have to admit that he is a little careless" Draco replied.
"Ok, so maybe he is careless, but the is no reason for you and your friends to treat him like he doesn't deserve to live" Ginny replied, Draco nodded.
They sat in silence again, thinking of more things that they could talk about.
"Do you follow quidditch?" He asked, if there was one thing in the whole world that he could talk about for hours on end it would have to be quidditch.
"No...my brothers do, but I think it is a waste of time" Giny replied truthfully. Five out of six of her brothers al played quidditch at some point in their life, and they all reached a point of obsession. They were beyond just being fans. Ginny had spent so many years living in a house where the males lived, breathed and ate quidditch that it was enough to turn any one away from the sport.
"A waste of time? How can something so amazing possibly be a waste of time. The wizarding world has nothing else to be captivated by, how does that make it a waste of time? Have you ever played quidditch? Well if you have, you know that it is one of the best feelings in the world, to feel free but to still let you competitive side take over" Draco began, but then stopped when he realised that Ginny was staring at him. He blushed, and looked down at the floor, but Ginny smiled as she saw his cheeks colour.
"I dont think I have ever heard you be so passionate over some thing that is not mean" She told him, he smiled and looked up at her.
Ginny was taken aback by his smile. She had seen him smirk, she had seen him grin wickedly but she had never seen him smile. This was a genuine smile that lit up his whole face and made his icy blue gray eyes shine with a childlike delight.
Ginny found herself realising why any girl who saw his real smile melted on the spot.
"Why miss Weasley, was that a compliment? a compliment for little old me? well, i am honoured" He asked, his sweet smile was replace by his evil, mean, sarcastic smirk, she shook her head and looked away from him.
"You see, you are doing it again, why do you have to be so sarcastic all of the time?" She asked, Draco shrugged.
"I have no idea what you are talking about" he replied. He didn't see himself as always being sarcastic, he just saw himself as just a normal person. True, sometimes his meaness ans sarcasm was a sheild for what he was really thinking or feeling, but he didn't see himself as overly sarcastic.
"Fine, what ever..." Ginny sighed.
"So you dont follow quidditch? what do you do with your spare time?" he asked, he sounded genuinely interested in what Ginny was interested.
"I dont do any thing in particular, I just live I guess."
"You just live?" Draco asked, Ginny nodded.
"Live, breath, eat, sleep, learn, try and keep out of danger" Ginny told him, Draco looked deep in thought.
"And that is your philosophy on life is it? Eat, sleep, stay out of trouble?" He asked, Ginny nodded.
"I know it is no 'Maim, Kill, Destroy' like the Malfoy motto or whatever, but it is enough for me" SHe told him. He seemed angry for a second, and then he stopped.
"Do you have any brothers or sisters Malfoy?" She asked after a few minutes of silence.
"No, ia m an only child, and I am sure that if my mother had her way, I never would have been born" Draco told her.
"YOu know, I always wanted to know that...isn't it funny how we dont know any thing about each other, we have known each other for six years" Ginny told him.
"That is kind of weird...I think, I think we sort of take each other for granted. If that makes any sense. We both think that it doesn't really matter that we dont know each other because we both think that we will be around forever" Draco told her.
Ginny was taken aback. She couldn't help but gape at him.
"What?"
"Malfoy, I am impressed, that was....deep" She told him, he laughed.
"Draco Malfoy has many depths" He replied, Ginny was still just staring at him.
"But you never let any one past the surface" Ginny replied, Draco went back to being deep in thought.
"Cos I am Malfoy, I am Slytherin, I am the son of a death eater..." He said
"And that is your reason for blocking out the world?" She asked him, he sighed.
"Malfoy, by deffinition alone, makes me a complex person to understand, I dont even understand myself sometimes. Being a slytherin adds another level of complexcity onto me, then, as the son of a death eater, there is a third level, the level which my father makes the world see...but that is not me" Draco explained. Ginny listened intently. She felt the need to understand Malfoy, to know his motivation behind so many things he had done over the years. If she could understand just a little bit about him, then she could understand alot of things about her own past and future.
"Why wont you let people understand you?"
"Cos I dont like people seeing the real me, the real me is a sad, scared, whimpering little boy who stuck in the middle of a tidal wave of emotions. I am being dragged out to sea by my thoughts and feelings, and the thoughts and feelings that have been imposed on me from birth...To let some one else in would be to throw them into the deep end of the ocen and expect them the fight the tide to" Draco explained sadly
"But, you are letting me in now" Ginny told him, Draco shook his head and sighed.
"And maybe I shouldn't let you into my world" he said, some what angrily.
"No, Malfoy, you can talk to me, I will listen, if you need to get stuff off your chest, I will listen to you" Ginny told him.
"What, so you can pity me? so you can physo analise me? so you have interesting little stories to tell your friends...I think not" Draco replied.
"i would never tell any one..." Ginny replied, Draco snorted in disbelief.
"Sure, you are probably dying to find out information about me so that you can tell Potter. Then it will be all over the school with in a hour of us getting out of here" Draco drawled angily.
"It is not like that..." Ginny replied.
"Well, even if it is not like that, i still dont like sharing, so mind your own business" Draco snapped.
"If your dont let any one in, then you are going to grow old and die with no one by your side...is that the way you want to live your life? All alone" She asked him, Draco looked Ginny straight in the eye, his intense gaze never leaving hersa.
"I ve been alone sine the day I was born, it seems fitting that I should die alone" He told her, she just sighed.
"That is one of the sadest things I have ever heard..." Ginny began
"I dont need pity from you Weasley" Draco interupted, but Ginny kept talking.
"What is the point of living if you cant share it with some one, with friends, with family, with lovers, what is the point of experiencing if you are just going to bottle up your emotions, if you are not going to give emotions, if you dont bother telling people what you think and feel" Ginny asked, Draco just sighed.
"You are one of those hopeless romantic types arnt you? Well, let me tell you some thing Weasley, every dark cloud doesn't have a silver lining, prince charming does not ride a galiant steed and let repressed princesses out of their locked tower rooms and heros will not always come to the aide of a damsel in distress" Draco told her.
"With an attitude like that, I am in no way surprised that you can never keep a girl for longer than one night" Ginny told him, Draco smirked.
"Well, I am sorry that I am not going to sit around for hours and hours on end, wasting away my time waiting fot that perfect special some one to come and sweep me off of my feet" Draco replied.
"If you dont believe, it will never happen"
"And if you spend to much time believing, it will be the biggest shock of your life when reality comes and bights you on the ass" Draco replied.
Ginny just stared at him. How could he possibly have such a defeatest attitude about some thing so special as love. She hated his narrow minded view on things, she hated the way he challenged what she had believe since she was young.
But atleast it gave them some thing to talk about.
Ginny shot Draco a look which clearly stated that the conversation was over and that she didn't want to talk about it. Draco shugged.
He didn't understand how some one could have such a romaniticised view of the world, especially some one who knew the truth. Some one who knew that there was evil in the world, some one who knew for a fact that heros came in all shapes and sizes. Some one who knew that there is death and destruction in the world, some one who had lived it all, seen it first hand.
Death, destruction, carnage, pain and suffering, but Ginny still had dreams of love. She probably expected the world to suddenly become perfect when she fell in love. But Draco knew for a fact that it did not work that way.
They sat for hours, just silently going over the conversation in their heads, remembering the way they both took on so much feeling and passion when they spoke of the way they felt about the ways of the world.
Draco had never seen a Weasley become passionate about some thing, he had seen them angry (hell, most of the time it was him who had made them angry), he had seen them sad, he had seen them embarrased, but he had never seen them passionate about some thing before. It was at that moment that Draco realised he didn't care if he thought the Ginny was wrong about the way she saw things, she cared enough to act the way she had, and that was enough for him.
He wanted to see what else she cared about, he wanted to know more about her, and the way she thought and acted.
"Ginny" Draco said, breaking the slience. She turned to him.
"What?" She asked, he smiled
"Truth or Dare?" He asked, grinning.
"hey, I know that as much as you do, but it is not like we can do any thing about it...unless you have a wand with you" Draco replied. Ginny shook her head. One of the rules of detentions was that students were not allowed to have wands with them.
"So we are stuck in here untill my friends wise up" She said, Draco nodded and sat in his corner again.
They sat in silence for a little while, neither really knowing what to say to each other. What do you talk to your mortal enemy about.
Ginny had lifted the talking banon the dirct promise from Draco that he would try to be less annoying. She was a strong person and she was used to ignoring people, but she sometimes didn't like to be alone with her thoughts.
Draco looked at Ginny. They had nothing to say to each other, nad for teh first time since he had met the Weasley's he was sad about that. They knew nothing about each other really, they only really knew what their fathers had told them about each others families.
"So...nice weather we have been having" Draco smiled, Ginny laughed.
"We have nothing to say to each other, but we both know that if we dont talk we will be bored beyond belief" Ginny smiled at the irony. Draco smiled with her.
"There must be some thing that we can talk about...we must have some thing in common" Draco told her, she nodded.
"What is your favourite subject?" She asked him, he smirked.
"potions" He replied. Ginny rolled her eyes, she could have guess that.
"Figures" Ginny replied. Draco grinned.
"What is yours?" He asked
"Care of magical creatures." She replied, Draco rolled his eyes this time.
"You Gryffindors love that half giant dont you?" Draco asked, Ginny smiled
"You have never taken the time to get to know Hagrid, he is one of the sweetest and caring people I have ever met, you slytherins are just mean to him because he is different" Ginny replied.
"Maybe we are, but you have to admit that he is a little careless" Draco replied.
"Ok, so maybe he is careless, but the is no reason for you and your friends to treat him like he doesn't deserve to live" Ginny replied, Draco nodded.
They sat in silence again, thinking of more things that they could talk about.
"Do you follow quidditch?" He asked, if there was one thing in the whole world that he could talk about for hours on end it would have to be quidditch.
"No...my brothers do, but I think it is a waste of time" Giny replied truthfully. Five out of six of her brothers al played quidditch at some point in their life, and they all reached a point of obsession. They were beyond just being fans. Ginny had spent so many years living in a house where the males lived, breathed and ate quidditch that it was enough to turn any one away from the sport.
"A waste of time? How can something so amazing possibly be a waste of time. The wizarding world has nothing else to be captivated by, how does that make it a waste of time? Have you ever played quidditch? Well if you have, you know that it is one of the best feelings in the world, to feel free but to still let you competitive side take over" Draco began, but then stopped when he realised that Ginny was staring at him. He blushed, and looked down at the floor, but Ginny smiled as she saw his cheeks colour.
"I dont think I have ever heard you be so passionate over some thing that is not mean" She told him, he smiled and looked up at her.
Ginny was taken aback by his smile. She had seen him smirk, she had seen him grin wickedly but she had never seen him smile. This was a genuine smile that lit up his whole face and made his icy blue gray eyes shine with a childlike delight.
Ginny found herself realising why any girl who saw his real smile melted on the spot.
"Why miss Weasley, was that a compliment? a compliment for little old me? well, i am honoured" He asked, his sweet smile was replace by his evil, mean, sarcastic smirk, she shook her head and looked away from him.
"You see, you are doing it again, why do you have to be so sarcastic all of the time?" She asked, Draco shrugged.
"I have no idea what you are talking about" he replied. He didn't see himself as always being sarcastic, he just saw himself as just a normal person. True, sometimes his meaness ans sarcasm was a sheild for what he was really thinking or feeling, but he didn't see himself as overly sarcastic.
"Fine, what ever..." Ginny sighed.
"So you dont follow quidditch? what do you do with your spare time?" he asked, he sounded genuinely interested in what Ginny was interested.
"I dont do any thing in particular, I just live I guess."
"You just live?" Draco asked, Ginny nodded.
"Live, breath, eat, sleep, learn, try and keep out of danger" Ginny told him, Draco looked deep in thought.
"And that is your philosophy on life is it? Eat, sleep, stay out of trouble?" He asked, Ginny nodded.
"I know it is no 'Maim, Kill, Destroy' like the Malfoy motto or whatever, but it is enough for me" SHe told him. He seemed angry for a second, and then he stopped.
"Do you have any brothers or sisters Malfoy?" She asked after a few minutes of silence.
"No, ia m an only child, and I am sure that if my mother had her way, I never would have been born" Draco told her.
"YOu know, I always wanted to know that...isn't it funny how we dont know any thing about each other, we have known each other for six years" Ginny told him.
"That is kind of weird...I think, I think we sort of take each other for granted. If that makes any sense. We both think that it doesn't really matter that we dont know each other because we both think that we will be around forever" Draco told her.
Ginny was taken aback. She couldn't help but gape at him.
"What?"
"Malfoy, I am impressed, that was....deep" She told him, he laughed.
"Draco Malfoy has many depths" He replied, Ginny was still just staring at him.
"But you never let any one past the surface" Ginny replied, Draco went back to being deep in thought.
"Cos I am Malfoy, I am Slytherin, I am the son of a death eater..." He said
"And that is your reason for blocking out the world?" She asked him, he sighed.
"Malfoy, by deffinition alone, makes me a complex person to understand, I dont even understand myself sometimes. Being a slytherin adds another level of complexcity onto me, then, as the son of a death eater, there is a third level, the level which my father makes the world see...but that is not me" Draco explained. Ginny listened intently. She felt the need to understand Malfoy, to know his motivation behind so many things he had done over the years. If she could understand just a little bit about him, then she could understand alot of things about her own past and future.
"Why wont you let people understand you?"
"Cos I dont like people seeing the real me, the real me is a sad, scared, whimpering little boy who stuck in the middle of a tidal wave of emotions. I am being dragged out to sea by my thoughts and feelings, and the thoughts and feelings that have been imposed on me from birth...To let some one else in would be to throw them into the deep end of the ocen and expect them the fight the tide to" Draco explained sadly
"But, you are letting me in now" Ginny told him, Draco shook his head and sighed.
"And maybe I shouldn't let you into my world" he said, some what angrily.
"No, Malfoy, you can talk to me, I will listen, if you need to get stuff off your chest, I will listen to you" Ginny told him.
"What, so you can pity me? so you can physo analise me? so you have interesting little stories to tell your friends...I think not" Draco replied.
"i would never tell any one..." Ginny replied, Draco snorted in disbelief.
"Sure, you are probably dying to find out information about me so that you can tell Potter. Then it will be all over the school with in a hour of us getting out of here" Draco drawled angily.
"It is not like that..." Ginny replied.
"Well, even if it is not like that, i still dont like sharing, so mind your own business" Draco snapped.
"If your dont let any one in, then you are going to grow old and die with no one by your side...is that the way you want to live your life? All alone" She asked him, Draco looked Ginny straight in the eye, his intense gaze never leaving hersa.
"I ve been alone sine the day I was born, it seems fitting that I should die alone" He told her, she just sighed.
"That is one of the sadest things I have ever heard..." Ginny began
"I dont need pity from you Weasley" Draco interupted, but Ginny kept talking.
"What is the point of living if you cant share it with some one, with friends, with family, with lovers, what is the point of experiencing if you are just going to bottle up your emotions, if you are not going to give emotions, if you dont bother telling people what you think and feel" Ginny asked, Draco just sighed.
"You are one of those hopeless romantic types arnt you? Well, let me tell you some thing Weasley, every dark cloud doesn't have a silver lining, prince charming does not ride a galiant steed and let repressed princesses out of their locked tower rooms and heros will not always come to the aide of a damsel in distress" Draco told her.
"With an attitude like that, I am in no way surprised that you can never keep a girl for longer than one night" Ginny told him, Draco smirked.
"Well, I am sorry that I am not going to sit around for hours and hours on end, wasting away my time waiting fot that perfect special some one to come and sweep me off of my feet" Draco replied.
"If you dont believe, it will never happen"
"And if you spend to much time believing, it will be the biggest shock of your life when reality comes and bights you on the ass" Draco replied.
Ginny just stared at him. How could he possibly have such a defeatest attitude about some thing so special as love. She hated his narrow minded view on things, she hated the way he challenged what she had believe since she was young.
But atleast it gave them some thing to talk about.
Ginny shot Draco a look which clearly stated that the conversation was over and that she didn't want to talk about it. Draco shugged.
He didn't understand how some one could have such a romaniticised view of the world, especially some one who knew the truth. Some one who knew that there was evil in the world, some one who knew for a fact that heros came in all shapes and sizes. Some one who knew that there is death and destruction in the world, some one who had lived it all, seen it first hand.
Death, destruction, carnage, pain and suffering, but Ginny still had dreams of love. She probably expected the world to suddenly become perfect when she fell in love. But Draco knew for a fact that it did not work that way.
They sat for hours, just silently going over the conversation in their heads, remembering the way they both took on so much feeling and passion when they spoke of the way they felt about the ways of the world.
Draco had never seen a Weasley become passionate about some thing, he had seen them angry (hell, most of the time it was him who had made them angry), he had seen them sad, he had seen them embarrased, but he had never seen them passionate about some thing before. It was at that moment that Draco realised he didn't care if he thought the Ginny was wrong about the way she saw things, she cared enough to act the way she had, and that was enough for him.
He wanted to see what else she cared about, he wanted to know more about her, and the way she thought and acted.
"Ginny" Draco said, breaking the slience. She turned to him.
"What?" She asked, he smiled
"Truth or Dare?" He asked, grinning.