Professor Dumbledore watched as two lonely students unbeknownst to each
other made their way to the same large oak tree by the lake.
Ginny sat down by the tree she had considered hers since her third year when she needed to get away from the school to escape the flashbacks of Tom Riddle and the horrible events that he had caused. She quietly hummed and brushed her hands over the grass. Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived had finally noticed her and they were actually a couple. She had been harboring a not so secret crush on him for years, but since the end of last year and over the summer she had begun to doubt her true feelings toward him. At first she was sure it was love - all consuming and crushing since she couldn't have him. After the chamber of secrets and his heroic rescue of her, she had begun to think of him as *her* knight in shining armor and not of the entire wizarding's world. Then in Harry's fourth year when he was a Hogwart's champion and had faced You Know Who, he had collapsed into tears in her Mother's arms and Ginny saw the real Harry Potter and not the Harry Potter that Witch Weekly wrote about or that was surely on a limited edition holiday special Chocolate Frog's card. Ginny realized that Harry deserved someone who loved him and not someone in love with the idea of him. Over the next two years Ginny had watched Harry and realized that her infatuation with him had faded and was replaced by a sisterly love. She liked watching him laugh carefree at the Burrow over summer hols and raise his arm in triumph at Quidditch matches, but the need for him to be the one to hold her hand and whisper into her ear was gone. That was why, she explained to herself, that she was so surprised when Harry had asked her out. She tried to convince herself that Harry had been secretly watching her and loving her all the while, but.
Draco had been watching silently for an hour. How long was that dratted *Weasley* going to sit under *his* tree. It wasn't enough to be pretty or smart or have friends.now she needed to claim the one thing he took solace in. A black letter was clenched in his fist and Draco needed to sit under his tree and reread it to sort out the nuances and implications of his mother's letter. Realizing that the Weasley still wasn't planning on moving from his tree he sat down a short distance away and began to reread the letter.
Draco,
I trust this letter finds you well. Your father and I hope that the term is progressing satisfactorily. Let us know if you need anything before Thursday since your father is being called away on business and had asked that I accompany him.
Regards Mother
Draco worried over the last line of the letter. Narcissa never directly mailed Draco, only sending sweets and well wishes through Lucius. She had also never accompanied his father on business trips nor did Lucius ever want her too since most of the business that he conducted were of the Deatheater sort. Draco had been branded a the dark mark a year ago after Potter had failed to defeat Lord Voldemort and had just barely escaped with his life. Professor Snape had sought Draco out and asked that when the choice came that he would follow the light side. Snape knew that most of Draco's outside habits and mannerisms were a careful act that the Slytherin played day and night for the benefit of his father and housemates. Draco decided that since the choice was already made for him and there was no other recourse, but to join the Dark Lord he would turn spy. So far there hadn't been much for him to report back, but he was steadily working his way up and if anything happened to Snape the light side would not be without any information. Draco was drawn from his reverie when he heard Ginny Weasley quietly crying. In spite of his better judgement, Draco rose and put away his exterior Malfoy.
Ginny sat down by the tree she had considered hers since her third year when she needed to get away from the school to escape the flashbacks of Tom Riddle and the horrible events that he had caused. She quietly hummed and brushed her hands over the grass. Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived had finally noticed her and they were actually a couple. She had been harboring a not so secret crush on him for years, but since the end of last year and over the summer she had begun to doubt her true feelings toward him. At first she was sure it was love - all consuming and crushing since she couldn't have him. After the chamber of secrets and his heroic rescue of her, she had begun to think of him as *her* knight in shining armor and not of the entire wizarding's world. Then in Harry's fourth year when he was a Hogwart's champion and had faced You Know Who, he had collapsed into tears in her Mother's arms and Ginny saw the real Harry Potter and not the Harry Potter that Witch Weekly wrote about or that was surely on a limited edition holiday special Chocolate Frog's card. Ginny realized that Harry deserved someone who loved him and not someone in love with the idea of him. Over the next two years Ginny had watched Harry and realized that her infatuation with him had faded and was replaced by a sisterly love. She liked watching him laugh carefree at the Burrow over summer hols and raise his arm in triumph at Quidditch matches, but the need for him to be the one to hold her hand and whisper into her ear was gone. That was why, she explained to herself, that she was so surprised when Harry had asked her out. She tried to convince herself that Harry had been secretly watching her and loving her all the while, but.
Draco had been watching silently for an hour. How long was that dratted *Weasley* going to sit under *his* tree. It wasn't enough to be pretty or smart or have friends.now she needed to claim the one thing he took solace in. A black letter was clenched in his fist and Draco needed to sit under his tree and reread it to sort out the nuances and implications of his mother's letter. Realizing that the Weasley still wasn't planning on moving from his tree he sat down a short distance away and began to reread the letter.
Draco,
I trust this letter finds you well. Your father and I hope that the term is progressing satisfactorily. Let us know if you need anything before Thursday since your father is being called away on business and had asked that I accompany him.
Regards Mother
Draco worried over the last line of the letter. Narcissa never directly mailed Draco, only sending sweets and well wishes through Lucius. She had also never accompanied his father on business trips nor did Lucius ever want her too since most of the business that he conducted were of the Deatheater sort. Draco had been branded a the dark mark a year ago after Potter had failed to defeat Lord Voldemort and had just barely escaped with his life. Professor Snape had sought Draco out and asked that when the choice came that he would follow the light side. Snape knew that most of Draco's outside habits and mannerisms were a careful act that the Slytherin played day and night for the benefit of his father and housemates. Draco decided that since the choice was already made for him and there was no other recourse, but to join the Dark Lord he would turn spy. So far there hadn't been much for him to report back, but he was steadily working his way up and if anything happened to Snape the light side would not be without any information. Draco was drawn from his reverie when he heard Ginny Weasley quietly crying. In spite of his better judgement, Draco rose and put away his exterior Malfoy.