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Ginny almost wanted to leave, but she responded. "I suppose so. What are you doing out here at this hour"?
"Couldn't sleep, I guess. I don't really have to give you a reason". He looked at her for a brief second and then went back to lying on the ground.
"It's cold out here. You may catch a cold lying on the ground like that," Ginny said. After the dream she had just had less than an hour ago, she felt that she couldn't be mean to him.
"And what do you care about my health? What does anyone care?" he trailed off.
"What did you say?" Ginny asked.
"Nothing important. Are you gonna block my view of the moon all night, or are you thinking of moving out of the way sometime soon"?
Ginny said nothing, so Draco continued. "Quiet one, aren't you"?
"To those I wish to be quiet to," Ginny replied.
"Any why to me? I'm actually taking to you, Weasley. You should be honored and carry on a conversation. Or did your parents not teach you manners"?
"You should speak, Malfoy! What would I have to talk to you about anyways? Aything I say gets blown back in my face"! Ginny was starting to get upset at Draco's constant rudeness.
Draco looked as if he was going to explode at her, but then the look changed. "Sorry then," he said. "Don't talk if you don't want to".
"No, I'll talk," Ginny said firmly. "I'll start by asking, once again, why you're being nicer than usual to me".
"I can be nice, Weasley. Just because I get a rather good laugh out of being mean, it doesn't mean I'm all bad. You seem like the type that people would see in a different way than you really are. Do you like them seeing you as they do? They shouldn't judge you. I know I do, but hey, it's me isn't it? Draco Malfoy. You shouldn't assume that I'm, what was it you called me earlier? Evil"? Draco looked away from Ginny and went back to looking into the sky.
"Sorry," Ginny said quietly. "I didn't think you had any sensitive feeling. The way you act and all. People just see you as the evil type".
"The same people that only see you as Ron Weasley's little sister, right"?
Ginny was lost for words again, so she just sat down. Not too close to Draco, but too far away either.
"So, that binder thing. It that what you called it earlier? Why do you take it everywhere"?
"To look at when I'm upset or sad," Ginny replied.
"And which are you now," Draco asked.
"Confused and sick".
"That's unfortunate. Where did you get it anyways? I've never seen books like that before. At least not in this world". Draco examined the binder carefully.
"You'll only laugh, but that's nothing new, so I'll tell you. It's something muggles use, especially in school. As you to tease me about, my family likes to look at muggle items. We were shopping in muggle London one day, and I bought it to keep my pictures in".
"Interesting... So, I never asked you, what are you doing out here"?
Ginny wasn't sure what to say. She wanted to say she had a disturbing dream, but she didn't think she should be telling Draco Malfoy that she was dreaming about him. "I woke up, and my headache from earlier was worse. I didn't want to disturb Madam Pomfrey this late at night, so I figured some fresh air might help". She didn't mention anything about her dream, though she wanted to so badly.
For a few moments, the two of them lay on the ground, staring into space. Finally, Draco spoke again. "You were right. Star-gazing is peaceful. Relaxing. Especially in light of all that's happening".
"And what exactly do you have to worry about anyways? You dad's in Voldemort's inner circle. I'd say you're pretty safe"!
"How would you know about my father," Draco asked curiously, yet angerly.
"Harry's talked about him before with Ron and Hermione. I don't usually listen, but sometimes I can't block them out". It was no secret that Lucius Malfoy was on the Dark Side anyways.
"What does Potter think he knows"?
"Back in his fourth yeah. Oh, you remember, don't you? At the end of the Tri-wizard Tournament? Harry and Voldemort met again, and the Death Eaters were there. Your father's name was mentioned, according to Harry". Draco said nothing, so Ginny continued. "It's no secret anyways. About your father and all".
"Maybe not, but I'm not like him," Draco said defendingly.
"You're not a Death Eater then," Ginny asked, finding it hard to believe.
Draco looked amused. "No, I'm not".
Ginny stared at him with an obvious look of doubt and disbelief on her face.
"What? Don't believe me, Weasley"? Draco pulled up the sleeve on his left arm. There were cuts and bruises, but no Dark Mark. "Tell me when you find any skulls there, would you? I'd be interested in knowing if I had one".
Ginny looked embarassed. "I'm sorry then, Draco. You're right, I shouldn't assume things about people I don't really know".
"You know nothing about me. I'm not old enough anyways. You can't become a Death Eater until you're eightteen. I'm still seventeen until May".
"And do you want to become a Death Eater," Ginny asked.
"Want to? No," Draco replied.
"Have to," Ginny asked.
Quickly changing the topic, Draco asked, "How's your head then"?
"Somewhat better," Ginny replied. She knew Draco didn't want to talk about the whole Death Eater situation. She took the hint and left the subject alone.
"Then maybe you should head back to bed. First day of classed tomorrow, you know".
"I don't want to go back. I think there's more to you than meets the eye, Draco Malfoy". Ginny was interested in talking to Draco now. He was being so much different at the moment.
"Yeah, and," Draco asked.
"Maybe I want to keep talking to you. Get to know you better".
Draco let out a small chuckle. "You don't want to get to know the real me, Ginny. I know you don't".
"And why's that"?
"Because no one wants to".
"You couldn't handle it anyways".
Ginny said nothing.
After a few minutes, Draco spoke. "Well, I'm going back to the castle. You were right about it being cold out here". Draco got off the ground and started off towards the school. Noticing that Ginny wasn't following, he stopped and turned around. "Do you really want to be out here, alone at night, these days"?
"No, not really," Ginny replied. She got up and headed back with Draco. Neither of them said another word the entire time. Not even a goodnight.
Ginny got back to the Gryffindor common room and headed back to bed. She didn't know why, but she wanted to talk to Draco again. Learn more about him if she could. There was something really different about him this year. Something that made her almost want to be friends with him. Maybe they weren't so different from each other afterall....
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Ginny almost wanted to leave, but she responded. "I suppose so. What are you doing out here at this hour"?
"Couldn't sleep, I guess. I don't really have to give you a reason". He looked at her for a brief second and then went back to lying on the ground.
"It's cold out here. You may catch a cold lying on the ground like that," Ginny said. After the dream she had just had less than an hour ago, she felt that she couldn't be mean to him.
"And what do you care about my health? What does anyone care?" he trailed off.
"What did you say?" Ginny asked.
"Nothing important. Are you gonna block my view of the moon all night, or are you thinking of moving out of the way sometime soon"?
Ginny said nothing, so Draco continued. "Quiet one, aren't you"?
"To those I wish to be quiet to," Ginny replied.
"Any why to me? I'm actually taking to you, Weasley. You should be honored and carry on a conversation. Or did your parents not teach you manners"?
"You should speak, Malfoy! What would I have to talk to you about anyways? Aything I say gets blown back in my face"! Ginny was starting to get upset at Draco's constant rudeness.
Draco looked as if he was going to explode at her, but then the look changed. "Sorry then," he said. "Don't talk if you don't want to".
"No, I'll talk," Ginny said firmly. "I'll start by asking, once again, why you're being nicer than usual to me".
"I can be nice, Weasley. Just because I get a rather good laugh out of being mean, it doesn't mean I'm all bad. You seem like the type that people would see in a different way than you really are. Do you like them seeing you as they do? They shouldn't judge you. I know I do, but hey, it's me isn't it? Draco Malfoy. You shouldn't assume that I'm, what was it you called me earlier? Evil"? Draco looked away from Ginny and went back to looking into the sky.
"Sorry," Ginny said quietly. "I didn't think you had any sensitive feeling. The way you act and all. People just see you as the evil type".
"The same people that only see you as Ron Weasley's little sister, right"?
Ginny was lost for words again, so she just sat down. Not too close to Draco, but too far away either.
"So, that binder thing. It that what you called it earlier? Why do you take it everywhere"?
"To look at when I'm upset or sad," Ginny replied.
"And which are you now," Draco asked.
"Confused and sick".
"That's unfortunate. Where did you get it anyways? I've never seen books like that before. At least not in this world". Draco examined the binder carefully.
"You'll only laugh, but that's nothing new, so I'll tell you. It's something muggles use, especially in school. As you to tease me about, my family likes to look at muggle items. We were shopping in muggle London one day, and I bought it to keep my pictures in".
"Interesting... So, I never asked you, what are you doing out here"?
Ginny wasn't sure what to say. She wanted to say she had a disturbing dream, but she didn't think she should be telling Draco Malfoy that she was dreaming about him. "I woke up, and my headache from earlier was worse. I didn't want to disturb Madam Pomfrey this late at night, so I figured some fresh air might help". She didn't mention anything about her dream, though she wanted to so badly.
For a few moments, the two of them lay on the ground, staring into space. Finally, Draco spoke again. "You were right. Star-gazing is peaceful. Relaxing. Especially in light of all that's happening".
"And what exactly do you have to worry about anyways? You dad's in Voldemort's inner circle. I'd say you're pretty safe"!
"How would you know about my father," Draco asked curiously, yet angerly.
"Harry's talked about him before with Ron and Hermione. I don't usually listen, but sometimes I can't block them out". It was no secret that Lucius Malfoy was on the Dark Side anyways.
"What does Potter think he knows"?
"Back in his fourth yeah. Oh, you remember, don't you? At the end of the Tri-wizard Tournament? Harry and Voldemort met again, and the Death Eaters were there. Your father's name was mentioned, according to Harry". Draco said nothing, so Ginny continued. "It's no secret anyways. About your father and all".
"Maybe not, but I'm not like him," Draco said defendingly.
"You're not a Death Eater then," Ginny asked, finding it hard to believe.
Draco looked amused. "No, I'm not".
Ginny stared at him with an obvious look of doubt and disbelief on her face.
"What? Don't believe me, Weasley"? Draco pulled up the sleeve on his left arm. There were cuts and bruises, but no Dark Mark. "Tell me when you find any skulls there, would you? I'd be interested in knowing if I had one".
Ginny looked embarassed. "I'm sorry then, Draco. You're right, I shouldn't assume things about people I don't really know".
"You know nothing about me. I'm not old enough anyways. You can't become a Death Eater until you're eightteen. I'm still seventeen until May".
"And do you want to become a Death Eater," Ginny asked.
"Want to? No," Draco replied.
"Have to," Ginny asked.
Quickly changing the topic, Draco asked, "How's your head then"?
"Somewhat better," Ginny replied. She knew Draco didn't want to talk about the whole Death Eater situation. She took the hint and left the subject alone.
"Then maybe you should head back to bed. First day of classed tomorrow, you know".
"I don't want to go back. I think there's more to you than meets the eye, Draco Malfoy". Ginny was interested in talking to Draco now. He was being so much different at the moment.
"Yeah, and," Draco asked.
"Maybe I want to keep talking to you. Get to know you better".
Draco let out a small chuckle. "You don't want to get to know the real me, Ginny. I know you don't".
"And why's that"?
"Because no one wants to".
"You couldn't handle it anyways".
Ginny said nothing.
After a few minutes, Draco spoke. "Well, I'm going back to the castle. You were right about it being cold out here". Draco got off the ground and started off towards the school. Noticing that Ginny wasn't following, he stopped and turned around. "Do you really want to be out here, alone at night, these days"?
"No, not really," Ginny replied. She got up and headed back with Draco. Neither of them said another word the entire time. Not even a goodnight.
Ginny got back to the Gryffindor common room and headed back to bed. She didn't know why, but she wanted to talk to Draco again. Learn more about him if she could. There was something really different about him this year. Something that made her almost want to be friends with him. Maybe they weren't so different from each other afterall....