December 14th 1996
My story all starts with a silly little fling in my fifth year at school. I had been on my way to the libaray when someone called out my name.
"Ginny!"
I turned around like a faster than ever because I knew who that voice belonged to and he had never called me by my frist name before. It was Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want?" I replied cooly.
He looked at me for a moment, our eyes locked then he broke it and said, "I have to talk to you... In private."
This struck me as weird, for a moment I thought it was a joke, then changed course of thought, it had to be imporant.. I mean this was.. Draco.. But secretly I was quite pleased because I had had a secret crush on him for two years and only one person knew. My best friend, Hermione Granger. She was very good at keeping secrets, and I was thankful to her for doing this for me.
"And where do you propose I talk to you at?" I was really being cool and sarcastic. I didn't want him to think I liked him at all.
"Well, I was thinking one of the empty class- rooms that never gets used..."
This kind of alarmed me at the time, I was wondering what he was trying to pull. But I already knew a few good hexes, so it would not matter if he tried anything.
"Ok..." I said slowly. He lead he up a few stairways and into a class room at the very end of the hall where it looked like no one had been for at least 20 years. I followed him inside the class room at watched him, he turned around to face me and said, "well, for the past two or three years, I've... Well... Had feelings for you. I've always wanted to be more than friends, or a foe for that matter. I've never been able to catch you alone to tell you, and well..." He trailed off.
"Is this some kind of sick joke frist of all?"
"Not at all."
I looked at him for a good long while. He looked like he really ment it. For the frist time Draco Malfoy looked something other than evil scum.
"If this is not a joke--"
"It's not."
"--Then I have a confession to make.. I feel the same way.."
He looked like Christmas had come early.
"Do you really mean that? I didn't think you would have anything to do with me being around that Potter riff-raff.."
"Well, no, sorry if that's how you wanted this to end up."
"Well, would you like to go out sometime? I hear the next Hogsmade trip is one week before Christmas."
"I would love to!"
"Great! Meet me about a half hour after everyone leaves?"
"Half hour... Why?"
"Belive me.. We do not want this to get around.."
"Ok, as you wish."
As I walked out of the class room, I felt wonderful, but also like I was betraying my parents at the same time. Little did I know that I was causeing some hard, hard, times to show up in years down the road...
My story all starts with a silly little fling in my fifth year at school. I had been on my way to the libaray when someone called out my name.
"Ginny!"
I turned around like a faster than ever because I knew who that voice belonged to and he had never called me by my frist name before. It was Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want?" I replied cooly.
He looked at me for a moment, our eyes locked then he broke it and said, "I have to talk to you... In private."
This struck me as weird, for a moment I thought it was a joke, then changed course of thought, it had to be imporant.. I mean this was.. Draco.. But secretly I was quite pleased because I had had a secret crush on him for two years and only one person knew. My best friend, Hermione Granger. She was very good at keeping secrets, and I was thankful to her for doing this for me.
"And where do you propose I talk to you at?" I was really being cool and sarcastic. I didn't want him to think I liked him at all.
"Well, I was thinking one of the empty class- rooms that never gets used..."
This kind of alarmed me at the time, I was wondering what he was trying to pull. But I already knew a few good hexes, so it would not matter if he tried anything.
"Ok..." I said slowly. He lead he up a few stairways and into a class room at the very end of the hall where it looked like no one had been for at least 20 years. I followed him inside the class room at watched him, he turned around to face me and said, "well, for the past two or three years, I've... Well... Had feelings for you. I've always wanted to be more than friends, or a foe for that matter. I've never been able to catch you alone to tell you, and well..." He trailed off.
"Is this some kind of sick joke frist of all?"
"Not at all."
I looked at him for a good long while. He looked like he really ment it. For the frist time Draco Malfoy looked something other than evil scum.
"If this is not a joke--"
"It's not."
"--Then I have a confession to make.. I feel the same way.."
He looked like Christmas had come early.
"Do you really mean that? I didn't think you would have anything to do with me being around that Potter riff-raff.."
"Well, no, sorry if that's how you wanted this to end up."
"Well, would you like to go out sometime? I hear the next Hogsmade trip is one week before Christmas."
"I would love to!"
"Great! Meet me about a half hour after everyone leaves?"
"Half hour... Why?"
"Belive me.. We do not want this to get around.."
"Ok, as you wish."
As I walked out of the class room, I felt wonderful, but also like I was betraying my parents at the same time. Little did I know that I was causeing some hard, hard, times to show up in years down the road...