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Ginny rushed through the corridors of the school and ran out the front doors. There was still some time left before all students had to be back in their common rooms. The teachers didn't like students out after dark anymore though these days. When Ginny got around to the Quidditch pitch, Draco Malfoy was there once again. He was looking through her binder.
"Mind giving it back again, Draco"?
Draco handed the binder back to her. "You should be thankful that I found it before anyone else. And also that there's no flying lessons or Quidditch practice yet. Someone would've found it and done who knows what with it".
"Yeah, thanks. So do you like, live out here or something," she asked.
"If by 'live out here' you mean do I come here often, then yes".
"Same thing. And why"?
"I dunno, just a place to think".
"And what do you like to think about"?
"Things I don't want to talk about," Draco responded. Ginny once again knew to change the topic quickly.
"Alrighty, fair enough".
"So tell me a bit about yourself, Virginia". Draco stared at her.
"Excuse me? You want me to tell you about myself? Why?" Out of all the shocked expressions Ginny had worn over the last day, this was the best one.
"Well, if you're going to keep standing there and don't plan on going back in yet, then sit down. Talk".
"Alright....What do you want to know"?
"Tell me about your childhood".
"My childhood"? Ginny found it an odd question for Draco to ask, but she answered. "Well, I'll start by saying my mother didn't name me Virginia. Just Ginny. We've always lived at the Burrow. Uh, I'm the youngest of seven kids. Yes, we've always been poor. Umm... we live on a farm. Well, sort of. Not really a farm, but we have animals. Also in the country kinda, so we could always play Quidditch for fun. Dad's worked at the Ministry of Magic since before I was born. Mom's just always stayed at home to take care of us. I don't really know what else you'd care to hear".
"That's good. I suppose your parents always loved you too. Looked after you good too, didn't they"?
"Yes, always. Why do you ask"?
"Just wondering".
"So, would you tell me about your childhood then? It only seems fair".
Draco almost looked nervous. "It was nothing like yours. I'm an only child. Spoiled, but still mistreated. We live in a Manor. Yes, we've always been rich. That means that my father was always away, doing something to make money. My mother didn't have a job, but she was never home much either. The house elves took good care of me. We have so many. My parents never really payed much attention to me. Especially not father". He stopped as if it almost hurt to talk about.
"He hurts you, doesn't he"? Ginny felt horrible to ask and bring up bad memories, but she wanted to know. She needed to.
"Sometimes, yes. I deserve it though".
"Draco! No one deserves to be beat. Especially not by their parents. Parents are supposed to love you and care about you"!
"Yeah, well mine don't. No one does".
"I care about you".
"You never have, and why should you. I treat you and your family poorly".
"Things and people change. In this case, I think both have". Ginny wasn't sure what was going on in her mind. Draco needed help, and she wanted to give it to him.
"I can't believe I opened up to you," Draco said, looking disappointed with himself.
"I'm glad you did. We may not have the best past, but I think we need to be friends".
"Why is it a need"?
"You're lonely, abused, and need someone to care about you. I'm lonely, different, and need a friend".
"Well, if you persist, then fine. We'll be friends".
Ginny looked into Draco's eyes. Not cold this time, but warm. "You've really changed, Draco".
"Yeah, like you said, things have changed. And some things have changed me. From what I know about you, you haven't changed a bit".
Ginny smiled. "So, how was your first day of classes"?
The two of them talked for about another hour, until finally, it was really dark and really cold outside.
"Maybe we should go back to the castle now," Draco suggested.
"No, I'm fine. We can keep talking. Unless you really wanna go back"?
"I saw you at breakfast this morning and in Dark Arts class. You were a mess in the Great Hall, and you were almost falling asleep in class. You're tired. Go to bed before you get really sick".
"I guess I'm scared that if I stop talking to you, you might go back to normal and start treating me like trash again. I don't have many friends you know...".
"Only major events can really change me. Unless something major happens overnight, then I think I'll talk to you tomorrow". Draco smirked at her. "Don't worry, I'll still be here tomorrow".
Ginny sighed. "Fine," she said. "I'll go to bed".
"Good. You really need to".
"Uh, Draco"?
"Yeah"?
"Thanks for talking to me, and well, being nice. It's been a long time since I've had a good talk with someone. I have Anna, but she's not the type I can open up to. Something makes me think that you are".
"No need to thank me, but you're welcome. Now get to bed"!
"Aren't you coming back yet"?
"No, there's still some stuff I wanna try to get off my mind before bed".
"Alright, well, see you tomorrow then"!
Ginny headed back up to the school. Suddenly she felt deep pity for Draco. What he had told her finally hit her. He was abused, unloved. No wonder he was always so mean to everyone. He's changed though. Maybe things were looking up for him. He was being nicer, but still, it seemed like there were things really bothering him. Ginny would just have to wait to find out.
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Ginny rushed through the corridors of the school and ran out the front doors. There was still some time left before all students had to be back in their common rooms. The teachers didn't like students out after dark anymore though these days. When Ginny got around to the Quidditch pitch, Draco Malfoy was there once again. He was looking through her binder.
"Mind giving it back again, Draco"?
Draco handed the binder back to her. "You should be thankful that I found it before anyone else. And also that there's no flying lessons or Quidditch practice yet. Someone would've found it and done who knows what with it".
"Yeah, thanks. So do you like, live out here or something," she asked.
"If by 'live out here' you mean do I come here often, then yes".
"Same thing. And why"?
"I dunno, just a place to think".
"And what do you like to think about"?
"Things I don't want to talk about," Draco responded. Ginny once again knew to change the topic quickly.
"Alrighty, fair enough".
"So tell me a bit about yourself, Virginia". Draco stared at her.
"Excuse me? You want me to tell you about myself? Why?" Out of all the shocked expressions Ginny had worn over the last day, this was the best one.
"Well, if you're going to keep standing there and don't plan on going back in yet, then sit down. Talk".
"Alright....What do you want to know"?
"Tell me about your childhood".
"My childhood"? Ginny found it an odd question for Draco to ask, but she answered. "Well, I'll start by saying my mother didn't name me Virginia. Just Ginny. We've always lived at the Burrow. Uh, I'm the youngest of seven kids. Yes, we've always been poor. Umm... we live on a farm. Well, sort of. Not really a farm, but we have animals. Also in the country kinda, so we could always play Quidditch for fun. Dad's worked at the Ministry of Magic since before I was born. Mom's just always stayed at home to take care of us. I don't really know what else you'd care to hear".
"That's good. I suppose your parents always loved you too. Looked after you good too, didn't they"?
"Yes, always. Why do you ask"?
"Just wondering".
"So, would you tell me about your childhood then? It only seems fair".
Draco almost looked nervous. "It was nothing like yours. I'm an only child. Spoiled, but still mistreated. We live in a Manor. Yes, we've always been rich. That means that my father was always away, doing something to make money. My mother didn't have a job, but she was never home much either. The house elves took good care of me. We have so many. My parents never really payed much attention to me. Especially not father". He stopped as if it almost hurt to talk about.
"He hurts you, doesn't he"? Ginny felt horrible to ask and bring up bad memories, but she wanted to know. She needed to.
"Sometimes, yes. I deserve it though".
"Draco! No one deserves to be beat. Especially not by their parents. Parents are supposed to love you and care about you"!
"Yeah, well mine don't. No one does".
"I care about you".
"You never have, and why should you. I treat you and your family poorly".
"Things and people change. In this case, I think both have". Ginny wasn't sure what was going on in her mind. Draco needed help, and she wanted to give it to him.
"I can't believe I opened up to you," Draco said, looking disappointed with himself.
"I'm glad you did. We may not have the best past, but I think we need to be friends".
"Why is it a need"?
"You're lonely, abused, and need someone to care about you. I'm lonely, different, and need a friend".
"Well, if you persist, then fine. We'll be friends".
Ginny looked into Draco's eyes. Not cold this time, but warm. "You've really changed, Draco".
"Yeah, like you said, things have changed. And some things have changed me. From what I know about you, you haven't changed a bit".
Ginny smiled. "So, how was your first day of classes"?
The two of them talked for about another hour, until finally, it was really dark and really cold outside.
"Maybe we should go back to the castle now," Draco suggested.
"No, I'm fine. We can keep talking. Unless you really wanna go back"?
"I saw you at breakfast this morning and in Dark Arts class. You were a mess in the Great Hall, and you were almost falling asleep in class. You're tired. Go to bed before you get really sick".
"I guess I'm scared that if I stop talking to you, you might go back to normal and start treating me like trash again. I don't have many friends you know...".
"Only major events can really change me. Unless something major happens overnight, then I think I'll talk to you tomorrow". Draco smirked at her. "Don't worry, I'll still be here tomorrow".
Ginny sighed. "Fine," she said. "I'll go to bed".
"Good. You really need to".
"Uh, Draco"?
"Yeah"?
"Thanks for talking to me, and well, being nice. It's been a long time since I've had a good talk with someone. I have Anna, but she's not the type I can open up to. Something makes me think that you are".
"No need to thank me, but you're welcome. Now get to bed"!
"Aren't you coming back yet"?
"No, there's still some stuff I wanna try to get off my mind before bed".
"Alright, well, see you tomorrow then"!
Ginny headed back up to the school. Suddenly she felt deep pity for Draco. What he had told her finally hit her. He was abused, unloved. No wonder he was always so mean to everyone. He's changed though. Maybe things were looking up for him. He was being nicer, but still, it seemed like there were things really bothering him. Ginny would just have to wait to find out.