All Eyes On Me
Chapter One: The Beginning
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter would I be writing fan fiction? I didn't think so! And I don't own the title either, it's a Goo Goo Dolls song! The chapter title however, was my very own creation.
A/N: This is a Draco/Ginny story. It takes place during Her sixth year and his seventh.
"If only she wasn't a Weasley, and I wasn't a Malfoy." Draco thought to himself as he watched Ginny Weasley board the Hogwart's Express. He rolled his trunk through the crowds of witches and wizards. In the background he could hear someone crying as their child boarded the train for the first time. He looked up at the train and caught a glimpse of red hair. Was it Ginny? There was no way he could know for sure. For all he knew it could be Ron. Suddenly the whistle blew, dragging him out of his thoughts. He dragged his trunk onto the train and set off in search of an empty compartment. To his utter disappointment all the compartments were full and he had to settle with talking to Crabbe and Goyle for the next few hours.
After an hour of pointless talking with the scum of the earth Draco stood up and left. He was aimlessly wandering the corridor when he heard a compartment door open. He looked up and saw someone with red bushy hair walk out.
"Is that Draco?", Ginny asked herself. He was walking toward her, his blonde hair slicked back as usual and his steel blue eyes deep in thought.
He looked different to her. Maybe she had eaten too many sweets or didn't get enough sleep last night. Whatever it was didn't matter right now. All she knew was that she suddenly wanted Draco to wisk her off her feet and kiss her. "What's wrong with me?" she thought, "He's a Malfoy, pure evil"
What she didn't know was that Draco was in fact not evil. She didn't know that Draco was the exact opposite of his Father. He would never walk in his father's footsteps, he would never become a death eater. Draco's mother had made sure of that. At the end of the last school year she was at the station to pick him up. The two of them fled to Ireland where they spent their summer hiding from Lucius. Draco had not seen his father since and had no desire to either.
Ginny and Draco were just a few feet away from each other. Both of their hearts were racing, but on the outside they appeared calm and under control. As they passed each other their shoulders brushed and again they appeared cool but in reality their stomach's were doing somersaults. The only problem is neither knew how the other one felt. And maybe they never would.
A/N: So what did you think? I hope you liked it! I'm looking forward to a lot of reviews, at least ten, maybe more. If you want me to continue tell me okay, and be truthful, I want to know what you thought even if you didn't like it!
Ta ta for now,
Trisana