~*~Green and Gold~*~
By Kellyanne
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good…oh, I mean…I own nothing *sheepish grin*
Chapter 2
Why had he done it? Why had he kissed her?
"I was just being nice," He muttered to himself. Nice? Malfoy's weren't supposed to be nice.
Maybe he had been born to the wrong family. This brought a smile to his face. Maybe he wasn't even supposed to be born. Wouldn't that have made the world a bit easier, at least the world at Hogwarts?
He sighed and sat up in bed. The castle was so gloomy, the faint glow of the moon making shapes dance on its cold, stonewalls.
He closed his eyes and her face, smiling and glowing, flashed in front of him.
What had happened to her over the summer? Why was she suddenly so…cold towards the Dream Team? Not that he cared. She was a Weasley. He didn't care what happened in a Weasley's life.
Why did he have to keep telling himself that? Why did he have to continue reminding himself that she was a Weasley?
Was it possible that he might care for her? Have feelings for her despite the fact that they came from two totally different wizarding backgrounds??
He nodded, his eyes flashing open at the quiet screech of an approaching owl.
He saw an owl flying towards the window and he jumped out of bed, shivering. Why had he worn only boxers to bed? He didn't understand how male muggles managed.
He silently pushed open the glass and an owl flew in, nipping his arm in aggravation. He sucked in breath, a bit of blood forming on his arm, and snatched the letter from the owl's mouth. With a satisfied hoot, the owl flew back out the window.
He stepped into the moonlight and ripped open the seal on the letter.
Vanilla…the paper smelled of vanilla.
He knew it was from her before he even glanced down at the words. The scent was so strong, so intoxicating; that he knew it could only be from one person.
Draco, I need to talk to you. Please meet me in the Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Just come as soon as you get this.
G.W.
The floor of the bathroom was cold and clammy, making her legs feel as though they were covered in slime. She shivered, hoping that he had gotten her letter.
She still didn't understand why she wanted him to come. He could have asked anyone…but she asked him.
Dammit, why had she sent that bloody letter??
Before her answer could even begin to form, she heard the bathroom door creak open.
Moaning Myrtle's sobs subsided and her high, squeaky voice sounded through the bathroom, "Who's there?"
"Um…is…there someone…alive in here?"
She giggled when Myrtle began to wail. Draco obviously didn't know how sensitive Myrtle was about being dead.
"Um…Ginny?" He whispered, his footsteps growing closer.
She stood and pushed open the door, tripping over her feet and falling into Draco's arms. Draco chuckled and stood her up.
"Sorry," She breathed, her gaze locked on the cool, gray pools that were Draco's eyes.
"It's alright," He said softly, which surprised her. He wasn't the soft-spoken type…was he? She didn't really know him that well.
"You…you wanted me to meet you here?" Draco stuttered. Bloody hell, he had stuttered. Malfoy's don't stutter. It wasn't in their nature.
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you…um…why you were so…nice on the train." He looked surprised by the question.
"I dunno…you were crying…blimey, Ginny, you were crying over those bloody gits. What did you expect me to do?" There was raw emotion in his voice and that surprised her. What had happened to Draco over the summer holiday?
"I don't know what to expect. You seem to be surprising me more and more," She whispered, meeting his gaze. It wasn't like staring into a frozen pond anymore. His eyes were warm and gray and she noticed that they were a bit blue.
"Maybe what you've grown to expect wasn't the real me," Draco said in reply, putting his hand on her shoulder.
She jerked away, the pain in her shoulder unbelievable. She sucked in a harsh breath of air to keep from crying.
"Ginny, what's the matter?"
She turned to look at him, bringing her hand away from the searing pain shooting up her arm.
"Nothing," She said, her teeth gritted against the pain. By the look in Draco's eyes, he didn't believe a word of what she was saying.
She waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He just stared at her shoulder as though he could see through her tank top.
"Who did it?" Draco finally asked. His voice was full of concern and she was taken aback.
"Who did what?" She replied, though she knew he was talking about the scar that she bore over her collarbone. But how did he know about that?? Nobody had seen the scar before, except her brothers and they wouldn't have told Draco.
"That scar," was all that Draco said. She took a deep breath before pulling the corner of her shirt down far enough to reveal the scar.
"What happened, Ginny?" Why did he have to sound like he cared?? She couldn't handle him being nice to her, especially when it made her heart skip a beat.
"I…um…" She was still trying to make her heart start beating again. There was no way she could find words at that moment.
"I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about," His voice sounded so damn sincere.
"I got caught at the wrong end of a wand," She said quietly, almost chuckling. Laughing would hold back to tears.
Draco's brow furrowed, his eyes growing cloudy, as though a storm were rolling in.
"What happened," He asked again. His voice was so warm, so soothing…and yet…he sounded as though he were hiding something. It was like he knew something that he wasn't sharing.
"My mum and I were in Diagon Alley, shopping for new robes and we turned up a side alley. Someone pulled a wand and gave me this," She put a finger above the scar, not touching it. She knew the pain that came whenever anything touched it, "Then they petrified my mum. She…she's never really been the same."
Draco's eyes hardened, "Who was it?"
She closed her eyes, the entire scene playing in her head, "I don't know. I just saw a flash of silver hair before the pain became too intense. I just couldn't take it and I passed out."
She closed her eyes again and felt Draco take his hand from hers. She hadn't even realized it was there. Then he stood and walked to the door.
"I…I gotta go," He said quietly, his eyes downcast.