Okay, second chapter is up! Hopefully I will be able to update every few
days, because the chapters aren't very long. Enjoy!
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Draco didn't really know what to do. Of course he knew who she was. A Weasley ('A very pretty Weasley' he thought to himself, but nonetheless, a Weasley). He couldn't sit with her.His father would kill him if he found out. 'You can sit in here if you like' she said quietly. He was still standing in the doorway, staring stupidly at her when she continued 'It's not like we have to talk or anything'. 'She's right' Draco argued with himself inside his head 'I'm being stupid.just sit down'. But it was harder than he thought to make his body move from the doorway. Finally (though reluctantly), Draco took a seat across from her.
Forty minutes later, Draco couldn't stand the awkward silence any longer. He had wanted to come back to school so he could talk to someone; not experience the same isolation he'd been subjected to all summer. "So," he began stiffly "why are you sitting all by yourself?" "I'm not sitting by myself. You're here, aren't you?" Ginny replied swiftly, without looking up from the book she was writing in. Draco was dumbfounded. Never before had a Weasley spoken to him with so little contempt, yet so strong a voice. He thoroughly impressed. "You're not like them, are you?" Ginny didn't know why he was even speaking to her. "Well, I don't know what you mean by that, but if you're insulting me, I don't want to hear it." With that, she went back to writing in her diary. "No, I'm just saying.you're just not like any Gryffindor, or Weasley, I've ever spoken to before.it's a good thing." Draco was amazed. He was actually stuttering. Why did this girl make him so nervous? "Oh. Well then.uh, why are you sitting by yourself, then? With the exception of me being here, of course." Ginny responded self-consciously. "I don't really know, actually." Draco said earnestly. Ginny then gave him an odd sort of look which made him feel the need to explain himself. "I mean, I arrived late, and there was no more room in the other compartments, so that's how I wound up here I suppose." He and Ginny exchanged a smile. "And it's not as bad as I thought."
The next two hours flew by as Draco and Ginny talked about everything from Quidditch to house enmity. Ginny found it odd how much she enjoyed his company this year- something was different about him. Of course, Ginny didn't know that his mother had died, or that he didn't want to become a Death Eater, and he didn't plan on letting anybody know. Draco Malfoy may have wanted friendship, but one thing he would never subject himself to was pity. It was genetic. Malfoys do not pity, nor are they pitied. Draco as well was surprised at how well he got along with Ginny. Like he had stated earlier, she wasn't like the rest of them. He had always pegged her as one of Potter's many fans (which was true at one point) and a typical, proud, arrogant Gryffindor. He was coming to realize, however, that she was none of these things. Appearances can be deceiving.
"We can't be friends at school you know." Ginny said as he was putting on his tie. The train was now pulling into Hogsmeade station, and reality was settling into both of their minds. As ideal as it would be, for a Weasley and a Malfoy to be friends, it wasn't something that was likely to be accepted by their houses or their families. "I know." Draco replied somberly. Ginny, feeling uncomfortable being at the receiving end of Draco's saddened stare, spoke again "It would be nice if we could be, but we just can't, you know that as well as I do. It was fun while it lasted, though." She picked up her carry bag and started towards the door. "Goodbye, Draco" she said, more strongly than she felt.
"Ginny, wait!"
"Draco, you have other friends. You don't need me. And I.well, I have people who I guess I can hang out with." Ginny said. Draco chose to ignore her comments about him having other friends; there wasn't enough time to get into that now. "I know that no one can know that we're friends, Ginny. But what if we saw each other secretly? I can't really explain it all now, but.I don't want to lose you. And I think that you don't want to lose me, either. If I'm right, and I think I am, meet me tomorrow in the library." Draco spoke quickly, and then left Ginny standing in the compartment alone.
As she fell asleep in her bed in Gryffindor tower that night, she couldn't help but wonder, vaguely, if it had all been a dream.
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So that's the end of Chapter 2. Umm, what can I say other than PLEASE REVIEW!!
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Draco didn't really know what to do. Of course he knew who she was. A Weasley ('A very pretty Weasley' he thought to himself, but nonetheless, a Weasley). He couldn't sit with her.His father would kill him if he found out. 'You can sit in here if you like' she said quietly. He was still standing in the doorway, staring stupidly at her when she continued 'It's not like we have to talk or anything'. 'She's right' Draco argued with himself inside his head 'I'm being stupid.just sit down'. But it was harder than he thought to make his body move from the doorway. Finally (though reluctantly), Draco took a seat across from her.
Forty minutes later, Draco couldn't stand the awkward silence any longer. He had wanted to come back to school so he could talk to someone; not experience the same isolation he'd been subjected to all summer. "So," he began stiffly "why are you sitting all by yourself?" "I'm not sitting by myself. You're here, aren't you?" Ginny replied swiftly, without looking up from the book she was writing in. Draco was dumbfounded. Never before had a Weasley spoken to him with so little contempt, yet so strong a voice. He thoroughly impressed. "You're not like them, are you?" Ginny didn't know why he was even speaking to her. "Well, I don't know what you mean by that, but if you're insulting me, I don't want to hear it." With that, she went back to writing in her diary. "No, I'm just saying.you're just not like any Gryffindor, or Weasley, I've ever spoken to before.it's a good thing." Draco was amazed. He was actually stuttering. Why did this girl make him so nervous? "Oh. Well then.uh, why are you sitting by yourself, then? With the exception of me being here, of course." Ginny responded self-consciously. "I don't really know, actually." Draco said earnestly. Ginny then gave him an odd sort of look which made him feel the need to explain himself. "I mean, I arrived late, and there was no more room in the other compartments, so that's how I wound up here I suppose." He and Ginny exchanged a smile. "And it's not as bad as I thought."
The next two hours flew by as Draco and Ginny talked about everything from Quidditch to house enmity. Ginny found it odd how much she enjoyed his company this year- something was different about him. Of course, Ginny didn't know that his mother had died, or that he didn't want to become a Death Eater, and he didn't plan on letting anybody know. Draco Malfoy may have wanted friendship, but one thing he would never subject himself to was pity. It was genetic. Malfoys do not pity, nor are they pitied. Draco as well was surprised at how well he got along with Ginny. Like he had stated earlier, she wasn't like the rest of them. He had always pegged her as one of Potter's many fans (which was true at one point) and a typical, proud, arrogant Gryffindor. He was coming to realize, however, that she was none of these things. Appearances can be deceiving.
"We can't be friends at school you know." Ginny said as he was putting on his tie. The train was now pulling into Hogsmeade station, and reality was settling into both of their minds. As ideal as it would be, for a Weasley and a Malfoy to be friends, it wasn't something that was likely to be accepted by their houses or their families. "I know." Draco replied somberly. Ginny, feeling uncomfortable being at the receiving end of Draco's saddened stare, spoke again "It would be nice if we could be, but we just can't, you know that as well as I do. It was fun while it lasted, though." She picked up her carry bag and started towards the door. "Goodbye, Draco" she said, more strongly than she felt.
"Ginny, wait!"
"Draco, you have other friends. You don't need me. And I.well, I have people who I guess I can hang out with." Ginny said. Draco chose to ignore her comments about him having other friends; there wasn't enough time to get into that now. "I know that no one can know that we're friends, Ginny. But what if we saw each other secretly? I can't really explain it all now, but.I don't want to lose you. And I think that you don't want to lose me, either. If I'm right, and I think I am, meet me tomorrow in the library." Draco spoke quickly, and then left Ginny standing in the compartment alone.
As she fell asleep in her bed in Gryffindor tower that night, she couldn't help but wonder, vaguely, if it had all been a dream.
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So that's the end of Chapter 2. Umm, what can I say other than PLEASE REVIEW!!