Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter names, spells, etc. that
you recognize from the book.
Author's note: So far, so good with the whole updating thing. I will try updating every week.
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Mrs. Weasley gave Draco another hug before walking away with some tears. Nearby was a bench. He walked over and sat on it; leaning over with his head resting in his palms. The bag was placed beside him.
No, he wasn't crying. In his mind, though, he admitted that he wanted to do so. Instead, he took a deep breath. As a breeze blew around, Draco began to think. Thoughts rushed into his mind. Most of them were about Ginny and what happened between them after that little scenario after the Welcoming Feast.
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Draco heaved a sigh. All of the professors made sure that they would have something to do over Christmas break. Only a few other students were inside the library with him. He hadn't seen the Weasley girl for awhile. Sure, he saw her during all of the meals, but (not knowing why) he wanted to just see her briefly. Maybe just a quick peek or something.
He went back to working on his History of Magic essay. Then, the moment came when he was near Ginny again.
She looked stressed. After rushing inside of the library, she dropped her bag onto the chair closest to her and plopped down. Draco was watching her while trying to concentrate on writing. She was resting her head on the table; just sitting still. He went back to writing, but was interrupted by small banging sounds. His eyes wandered over to Ginny, who was making the banging sounds. Her head was going up and then down, hitting the table with her forehead.
Draco packed up all of his stuff in his back and brought it to her table. He couldn't really concentrate in here with the Weasley girl making a racket. Instead of leaving the library, he dropped down in a seat in front of her. Ginny looked up as he was sitting down beside her.
Draco studied her for a minute. She looked like an angel. . . He mentally shook himself for thinking about it. If Lucius found out who he was sitting next to or what he was thinking about her, he was surely going to make sure Draco would regret for doing so.
"Can I help you," she said in a half-joking, half-annoyed way.
Draco nodded slightly, and replied coolly,"You can try."
"Fine, what's your problem?"
"Well, a few minutes ago, I was attempting to finish one of my essays. Unfortunately, I was interrupted with small banging sounds. When I looked up, I had found the source."
She didn't answer right away, but before she did, Ginny rested her head on arms and looked up at him. She smiled, and gave out a small laugh.
"Oh. . .sorry. I was. . .er. . .tired and had to find a way to wake myself up. God, all the professors gave an assignment each," Ginny yawned.
Draco replied, "Tired, hm? Well, instead of making a racket with that head of yours, you could drink coffee or something. Care to join me for a cup or something?"
Ginny raised his eyebrows at him.
'Was he joking? He might be planning to kill me or something. Then, hide my body in the Forbidden Fo-'
"Weasley, I only asked a simple 'yes or no' question," his voice interrupted her. Ginny shrugged and replied "Yes." They went to the kitchen and grabbed a small round table for two. It was awkward at first, but then they started talking about different topics: school, Quidditch, and other stuff. When it was almost time for dinner, Ginny got up and was heading for the door.
Before she stepped out of the door, she said, "Malfoy. Thanks for the nice chat. I don't have any friends to do so. Thanks for the coffee tip, too. Well, good-"
He interrupted her, "Hey, during a Hogsmeade visit, would you like to come with me and grab a couple of butterbeers?"
There it was. The first time that she had that wonderful look: her eyes twinkled and she had a small smile.
"Maybe. I'll think about it," with that, she left. Draco sat there for a few more minutes, draining the last of his coffee. As he stepped out of the kitchen, he noticed Ginny was looking up at him.
"Guess what? I've thought about it for a *very* long time and I think it'd be nice to go with you. Pick a place to meet and I'll be there. First, though, what's the catch? Usually, the only time you talk to me, a Weasley, mind you, is when you're making fun of me and my family."
Draco simply replied, "Don't worry. . .Deatheaters won't be coming after you or anything. I just asked you to join me for a couple of butterbeers. Nothing more; nothing less."
Ginny just smiled and left.
'Man, I guess he's one of those people that have changed over the years. Seriously, being all nice and asking him to join him on Hogsmead trips. . .What next,' Ginny questioned in her mind.
Luckily, Draco picked a perfect time to ask her. The next trip to Hogsmeade was that weekend. They had a great time. At first, and again, conversation wasn't flowing. Then, Quidditch had popped up. Each had at least two butterbeers before deciding that they should be heading back to the school.
It seemed like they were the first to come back. Barely any other students were around. When they reached the two main doors, Ginny tip toed and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Draco remembered grinning at her so hard that she began to blush. They then said good bye to each other and went their separate ways.
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Draco remembered that week very clearly. He took a look at his watch. It was almost five. The bag was still there waiting silently to be open. Thinking about what was in it, he decided to find out. Gently, he grabbed the bag and placed it in his lap. He took out the colorful tissue paper and grabbed the object inside. When he realized what it was, everything seemed to stop.
It appeared to be Ginny's diary. A picture of a yellow flower was at the top. With magic, its tips began to turn orange. The whole diary was red and in gold letters read: Virginia Ann Weasley. The edges of the pages were also in gold.
Draco opened the cover. On the first page was her name again. Then on the second page were weird words. He decided to just forget it and turned to page three. It was blank. So were pages four and five. He realized that every page after page two had nothing written on it.
While staring at the diary, he tried to think of how to work it. Then, it came to him. He was supposed to do a special spell, but which one. Turning back to page two, he realized he needed to say those words, which he figured out were back wards.
Taking out his wand and pointing it in the middle of the diary, he said:
"My life: a story unlike any other."
As soon as he said the last word, words in gold began to appear. He turned each page to watch as the words flowed onto each one. Finally, the last page started to fill with words; words that made Draco read the moment he saw the first. There, on the last page, he read a dedication:
"If, for any reason, something has happened to me, I wish to have this diary placed in the hands of my true love: Draco Malfoy; my Dragon."
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Author's Note: So, how was it? Please tell me in a review. Well, bye! No flames please.
Author's note: So far, so good with the whole updating thing. I will try updating every week.
^^^^=beginning and end of story. ~~~=beginning and end of flashback
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Mrs. Weasley gave Draco another hug before walking away with some tears. Nearby was a bench. He walked over and sat on it; leaning over with his head resting in his palms. The bag was placed beside him.
No, he wasn't crying. In his mind, though, he admitted that he wanted to do so. Instead, he took a deep breath. As a breeze blew around, Draco began to think. Thoughts rushed into his mind. Most of them were about Ginny and what happened between them after that little scenario after the Welcoming Feast.
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Draco heaved a sigh. All of the professors made sure that they would have something to do over Christmas break. Only a few other students were inside the library with him. He hadn't seen the Weasley girl for awhile. Sure, he saw her during all of the meals, but (not knowing why) he wanted to just see her briefly. Maybe just a quick peek or something.
He went back to working on his History of Magic essay. Then, the moment came when he was near Ginny again.
She looked stressed. After rushing inside of the library, she dropped her bag onto the chair closest to her and plopped down. Draco was watching her while trying to concentrate on writing. She was resting her head on the table; just sitting still. He went back to writing, but was interrupted by small banging sounds. His eyes wandered over to Ginny, who was making the banging sounds. Her head was going up and then down, hitting the table with her forehead.
Draco packed up all of his stuff in his back and brought it to her table. He couldn't really concentrate in here with the Weasley girl making a racket. Instead of leaving the library, he dropped down in a seat in front of her. Ginny looked up as he was sitting down beside her.
Draco studied her for a minute. She looked like an angel. . . He mentally shook himself for thinking about it. If Lucius found out who he was sitting next to or what he was thinking about her, he was surely going to make sure Draco would regret for doing so.
"Can I help you," she said in a half-joking, half-annoyed way.
Draco nodded slightly, and replied coolly,"You can try."
"Fine, what's your problem?"
"Well, a few minutes ago, I was attempting to finish one of my essays. Unfortunately, I was interrupted with small banging sounds. When I looked up, I had found the source."
She didn't answer right away, but before she did, Ginny rested her head on arms and looked up at him. She smiled, and gave out a small laugh.
"Oh. . .sorry. I was. . .er. . .tired and had to find a way to wake myself up. God, all the professors gave an assignment each," Ginny yawned.
Draco replied, "Tired, hm? Well, instead of making a racket with that head of yours, you could drink coffee or something. Care to join me for a cup or something?"
Ginny raised his eyebrows at him.
'Was he joking? He might be planning to kill me or something. Then, hide my body in the Forbidden Fo-'
"Weasley, I only asked a simple 'yes or no' question," his voice interrupted her. Ginny shrugged and replied "Yes." They went to the kitchen and grabbed a small round table for two. It was awkward at first, but then they started talking about different topics: school, Quidditch, and other stuff. When it was almost time for dinner, Ginny got up and was heading for the door.
Before she stepped out of the door, she said, "Malfoy. Thanks for the nice chat. I don't have any friends to do so. Thanks for the coffee tip, too. Well, good-"
He interrupted her, "Hey, during a Hogsmeade visit, would you like to come with me and grab a couple of butterbeers?"
There it was. The first time that she had that wonderful look: her eyes twinkled and she had a small smile.
"Maybe. I'll think about it," with that, she left. Draco sat there for a few more minutes, draining the last of his coffee. As he stepped out of the kitchen, he noticed Ginny was looking up at him.
"Guess what? I've thought about it for a *very* long time and I think it'd be nice to go with you. Pick a place to meet and I'll be there. First, though, what's the catch? Usually, the only time you talk to me, a Weasley, mind you, is when you're making fun of me and my family."
Draco simply replied, "Don't worry. . .Deatheaters won't be coming after you or anything. I just asked you to join me for a couple of butterbeers. Nothing more; nothing less."
Ginny just smiled and left.
'Man, I guess he's one of those people that have changed over the years. Seriously, being all nice and asking him to join him on Hogsmead trips. . .What next,' Ginny questioned in her mind.
Luckily, Draco picked a perfect time to ask her. The next trip to Hogsmeade was that weekend. They had a great time. At first, and again, conversation wasn't flowing. Then, Quidditch had popped up. Each had at least two butterbeers before deciding that they should be heading back to the school.
It seemed like they were the first to come back. Barely any other students were around. When they reached the two main doors, Ginny tip toed and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Draco remembered grinning at her so hard that she began to blush. They then said good bye to each other and went their separate ways.
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Draco remembered that week very clearly. He took a look at his watch. It was almost five. The bag was still there waiting silently to be open. Thinking about what was in it, he decided to find out. Gently, he grabbed the bag and placed it in his lap. He took out the colorful tissue paper and grabbed the object inside. When he realized what it was, everything seemed to stop.
It appeared to be Ginny's diary. A picture of a yellow flower was at the top. With magic, its tips began to turn orange. The whole diary was red and in gold letters read: Virginia Ann Weasley. The edges of the pages were also in gold.
Draco opened the cover. On the first page was her name again. Then on the second page were weird words. He decided to just forget it and turned to page three. It was blank. So were pages four and five. He realized that every page after page two had nothing written on it.
While staring at the diary, he tried to think of how to work it. Then, it came to him. He was supposed to do a special spell, but which one. Turning back to page two, he realized he needed to say those words, which he figured out were back wards.
Taking out his wand and pointing it in the middle of the diary, he said:
"My life: a story unlike any other."
As soon as he said the last word, words in gold began to appear. He turned each page to watch as the words flowed onto each one. Finally, the last page started to fill with words; words that made Draco read the moment he saw the first. There, on the last page, he read a dedication:
"If, for any reason, something has happened to me, I wish to have this diary placed in the hands of my true love: Draco Malfoy; my Dragon."
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Author's Note: So, how was it? Please tell me in a review. Well, bye! No flames please.
