Well hello yet again to all of my adoring fans, I am here again to reveal
chapter 6. I'm VERY sorry for the long wait, but hey, I'm a busy person.
(I'll be even more busy come next week!) This chapter is going to where
things 'heat up' a little. LOL. Enough chatter out of me, let's get the
show on the road!
Disclaimer: You obviously know I don't own Harry Potter, or Peter Pan, but I have to say it, lest I get sued. So I said it. I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, OR PETER PAN!
Where we last left off.
"Wait. I will. But YOU have to stop calling ME Mad Flea."
"Fine. I will."
"So.. what do I call you then?"
Ginny thought for a moment, and then said.
"Call me Ginny."
Chapter Six - More than friends?
Ginny watched Malfoy walk into the great hall, and disappear behind the doors. She paced the floor nervously, biting her nails. Each moment agonizing, and torturing her beyond belief. By the time Malfoy came back, Ginny had nearly bitten down to the bone.
"Well?" she asked, as soon as she saw him emerge.
Mafloy kept a straight face. Impassive. It drove her crazy.
"Tell me! I'm going crazy here!" she said
"McGonagall was very surprised that it was me, pleading for you, but she agreed to let you in the play. providing you spend some time after rehearsals with someone, to help you catch up. We have like two and a half weeks till Showtime."
Ginny was so happy, she didn't even hear the last part. On sudden impulse, she hugged Malfoy, who glanced at her, surprised beyond belief.
"Thank you." She said, smiling genuinely at him.
For once in his life, he smiled back. A real smile.
* * * *
"Everyone. I have some good news"
Everyone stopped talking, and crowded around McGonagall. Rehearsal was just starting out. No one took notice of Ginny coming in earlier. But now they stared curiously at her.
"In the kindness of my heart, I have agreed to let Ginny play the role of Wendy again, so Miss Parkinson, I must ask you to step down, and relinquish your role."
Everyone stared at her in amazement, and then suddenly Pansy spoke up.
"She can't have my role! She's not good enough!"
This set everyone else off.
"Yeah! No fair! She gets another chance?"
"She screwed up the first time, who's to say she won't bugger it up more?"
Ginny felt like crying, again. Why are they so mean? Lucky for her, the Professor was growing angry.
"Silence! You will stop talking about your fellow student in such a manner!" The Professor's eyes blazed with an inner fire.
Everyone fell silent again.
"We will go through Act One, and Ginny you may use the book."
"Sure."
They all got into position, and began reading. To everyone's utter shock, Ginny was doing well. Better, in fact, than she had ever done before.
"Bravo Ginny! Well done!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed when they had finished. Everyone smiled at Ginny.
"It was no big deal," she said, trying to sound humble.
Rehearsal continued on, and before Ginny knew it, rehearsal was over for the day.
"Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy. may I see you a moment?" The Professor asked, just as they were heading out the door.
"Sure."
Malfoy said nothing, but stayed behind until everyone had gone.
"Ginny, you did very well in rehearsal today." she began, but Malfoy cut her off
"What does this have to do with me?"
"I'm GETTING to that Mr. Malfoy. Have some patience."
Malfoy gave her an ill-favored look behind her back.
"Well as I was saying. you did very well today"
"Thank you" Ginny beamed at her.
"The only thing is. you've been away for a few days, and the curtain goes up in two weeks. I think it's wise to practice after rehearsal as well, until you have things memorized."
"What about my homework?"
If Ginny was shocked at the turn of events, what the Professor said next was totally out of character.
"I can excuse you for some of the transfiguration homework for now, but you mustn't neglect the rest of your studies."
"I STILL don't know what this has to do with ME," Malfoy said loudly
The Professor turned to him.
"Well Mr. Malfoy, I thought Ginny might need some company, and YOU could use the extra time too."
"You don't mean." Malfoy looked at her, shocked.
"Yes. You are going to study your lines with Ginny after rehearsal as well."
"Where?" Ginny asked.
"In an empty classroom. just make sure it's tidied up before you leave."
She dismissed then with a wave of her hand, and the pair left the great hall. As soon as they were out of earshot, Malfoy started his rant.
"Why me? Does that woman think I have all the time in the world? And I'm spending it with a Weasley. On top of that, I am perfect in my role as Peter Pan. Who does that woman think she is anyways?"
Ginny couldn't take it anymore.
"Malfoy!" she yelled.
He turned to look at her, with a bored look
"I'm so sick of you treating me like I'm worthless. You are NOT the best at anything! Get it through that numb-skull brain of yours. At least I have real friends, and I'm smart. What do you have Malfoy? NOTHING!" she was practically screaming at him. Luckily for her, no one was around.
Malfoy laughed in her face.
"I have more than you think Weasley. I have money." He said that last word slowly, drawing it out.
They were unknowingly walking towards the classrooms.
"So what if you have money? Money isn't the most important thing in the world."
"Yes it is. With money, you can do anything."
Ginny stopped walking, and stared at him, with a look of shock on her face.
"How can you say that? Are you even listening to yourself? And no, you can't do everything with money. You can't buy friendship. Or love."
She had lowed her voice substantially, and was trying to be nice to him.
He looked at her, staring in to her eyes, and Ginny stared right back. He has such nice eyes. She thought. Then she realized what she was thinking. What I'm I talking about? He's a Malfoy! But his eyes are captivating. It was almost like he was hiding something from the rest of the world. Something he didn't want anyone to find out.
"Love? Who needs love? And yes, I have friends. Crabbe, and Goyle are my friends." Malfoy was beginning to look uncomfortable.
"Are you sure that they are your friends? Would they risk their lives to save you? Would they compliment you, just to be nice? Would they be there for you, when you're sad, or angry, or hurt? Would they even give a care to you, even if you don't ask them to?"
She paused for a moment, letting it sink in. Malfoy went quiet.
Ginny stopped walking again; they were in front of the Transfiguration classroom. Using her wand, she opened the door, and walked in without a word. Once they were inside, and they had shut the door, then, and only then did Malfoy reply.
"Look Weasley," he began "You don't know the first thing about friendship, so don't even bother asking me if I have friends. I should be asking YOU about your so called 'friends' and why they don't seem to care about you."
Ginny's eyes flashed red. She yelled in a violent rage.
"I have friends! Harry, Ron, and Hermione are my friends! They would all sacrifice their lives for me, every one of them! And they spend time with me, and they forgive me, and-" she stopped, the anger suddenly draining out of her.
"And what Weasley? Tell me." Malfoy demanded.
But Ginny had gone quiet. A few minutes ticked by.
"Let's just rehearse our lines, so we can get out of here." She finally said, in an icy tone.
"Fine by me." He said frostily.
They opened their books, and Ginny began reading.
"But Peter! I don't know how to fly!" she cried, in Wendy's voice.
Malfoy didn't say anything. Ginny waited for a minute of so, and he still didn't reply.
"Malfoy? You're supposed to read your line."
"But why? It's not like I need the practice."
Ginny sighed, exasperated, and beyond furious.
"Malfoy, can I ask you something?" she asked, in a deadly calm voice.
"What?" he asked; obviously annoyed.
"Why do you hate me and Ron so much?" she asked.
He jerked in surprise, obviously caught off guard by the question.
"What makes you think I hate you?" he asked.
"Oh I don't know, maybe it's because you've insulted both my brother, and Harry, and you try to harm them, and sabotage things, and you're just plain rude." She said.
She heard Malfoy sigh. She was expecting some rude remark, but what he said next surprised her.
"It's my father who has the real problem." he said.
"How so?"
"Well my father's obsessed with money, and power, and ever since I was young, my father's drilled it into my head 'Never associate with a Weasely, they're so poor, they can't even afford to feed their own kids.' He didn't want me talking to you, because if I fell in love, I would marry into a poor family, and my father would disown me. I guess I became obsessed with money, and I was afraid my father would disown me, and I wouldn't have any money. I will always have my money, but sometimes I wonder how things might've been if we'd been friends, you know?"
He stopped talking, and fell silent. Ginny stood there, her mouth hanging open. She hadn't expected a full out confession like that.
"Well it's never too late to change." she said, out of the blue. Now why did I say that? She asked herself.
Malfoy looked at her, his expression becoming cold again.
"Don't go analyzing me Weasley. I'm not about the change my life, just because I said a few things. Money is the most important thing in the world."
"You'll never learn will you Malfoy? Can't you see what your father has done to you? He's made you miserable. Admit it Malfoy, you aren't happy."
He laughed in her face.
"Didn't I just bloody well say to not analyze me? You know nothing about me."
"I know that you're miserable inside, and that you wish you had real friends." She said.
"You don't know jack about me, so don't even try to sort out my life. Just read your dumb lines, so we can get out of here."
Ginny sighed. It was a defeated sigh.
"Fine I'll read my lines. but this is far from over." She said.
"Whatever you say Weasley." He said with contempt.
They didn't speak the rest of the hour, and soon they could smell dinner. Ginny shut her book, and the pair exited the room, not saying a word to each other for the rest of the night.
* * * *
The next few nights, it was basically the same routine. They would meet up after rehearsal, and go to the Transfiguration classroom. Ginny would try to get Malfoy to open up, and bare some of his soul to her. Ever since he told her about his father, he seemed to be more quiet and distant. But on the third night, he started talking.
"So Weasley, another interrogation?" he asked
"I'm surprised you even know what that word even means." She retorted.
He glared at her.
"Of course I do. What do you think I am, stupid?"
"I didn't say it. You did."
"Whatever."
He fell silent, and Ginny opened her book, and started reciting her lines. Awhile later, she heard Malfoy speak.
"Say Weasley, I've been doing some thinking."
"You can think? Wow, that's news to me"
He gave her another venomous look.
"My point is Weasley. that you may be right about it being time to change."
She stared at him; mouth open is shock.
"And how did you come to this momentous conclusion?" she managed to ask.
"Well what you said about not having true friends, it got me looking more closely at Crabbe, and Goyle, and I realized that maybe you're not entirely wrong on the ground of me not having any real friends. And you are right on the fact that I'm not happy."
Ginny was beyond amazed.
"So... how are you going to fix this problem then?" she asked.
"I'm going to change. but I need help." He said.
He stared at her, and Ginny felt her face heat up. Why do his eyes affect me so much? She wondered.
"So Weasley. can you help me change? Please?"
Ginny thought she couldn't get any more shocked, but apparently, she was wrong.
"If you really want me to." She said.
"Yes. I want your help."
He opened up his book, and began reading.
I can't believe this! A few days ago he was totally against the idea of change, and now he's all for it. I wonder why he decided to hear my words for once. Ginny thought, confused with it all.
The rest of the hour passed by quickly, and they were talking, and laughing. Ginny never thought she could have so much fun with Malfoy. When they went to leave for dinner, she smiled at him, and he smiled back, and for some reason, she felt the world go hazy on her. He looks so handsome when he smiles. she thought.
* * * *
The next day passed by quickly, and rehearsal was fun. Ginny was getting really good. She basically had all of her lines memorized, but she still worked with Malfoy every night too. She actually looked forward to it.
"Man, I can't believe dress rehearsal is in a week!" Ginny said to Malfoy after they had finished their rehearsal.
"Yeah I know, and then there will be no more rehearsals."
Maybe I'm hearing things. but he sounded almost. reluctant. She thought.
After dinner, Ginny sat in the common room, bored out of her skull. She wanted to go talk to Malfoy, but he was probably in Slytherin Common room anyway. I should go have a bath. it'll give me a chance to relax. Ginny had a sudden inspiration.
I could go use the Prefect bathroom. Hardly anyone goes in there. She raced up to the dorm, and grabbed her bathroom things. The common room was full, and people were coming and going, so no one took notice of her leaving.
Ginny walked down the halls, heading towards the bathroom. Hermione had told her the password long ago, and she still remembered it. Thank you Hermione. She thought. She stopped in front of the bathroom, and gave the password.
"Lemony Fresh!"
Ginny stepped into the bathroom. She smelled soap. The bathroom was pristine and white, and sparkling. Everything glittered with cleanliness. She thought she heard the water running. Maybe someone else is in here too. she thought to herself. She heard another noise, and then
"Bloody hell!"
Well there goes my idea of having a bath. she thought. She turned to leave, but not before she heard the voice.
"I forgot my towel" she heard footsteps coming towards her.
It can't be. Ginny turned back around, just as he came into view.
Malfoy stood there clad in only his pants. He stared at her in surprise.
"Weasley? What are you doing here?" he asked,
Don't stare at his chest. she thought. Her heart was hammering loudly inside her chest. She hoped Malfoy couldn't hear it. How can't he?
"Um... I wanted to take a bath, but I guess you're in here already." She said, staring at the floor.
"Well I forgot my towel, so I was going to go get it."
It was then, that Ginny lifted her eyes, and met his, and then wished she hadn't. Why does he torture me? She wondered. Ginny was suddenly realizing how tall, and masculine he was, and his eyes. she sighed.
"What?" Malfoy asked.
Ginny blushed.
"Nothing. I'm going to go..."
She turned on her heel, and fled the bathroom, the sight of Malfoy clad in pants burned into her mind forever.
* * * *
The night passed by slowly. All Ginny could think about, was Malfoy. She didn't fall asleep until much before dawn. In the morning, she yawned her way through breakfast.
"What's up with you Ginny?" one of her fellow fourth year friends asked.
"Didn't get a lot of sleep last night." She said.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Ginny yawned her way through most of her classes. After school, she leaned against the wall, waiting for rehearsal to start. She closed her eyes for a second, and the next thing she knew, Malfoy was waving a hand in her face.
"Weasley! Wake up!" he said, grinning at her.
She opened her eyes, and saw Malfoy standing there. Unknowingly, she started blushing.
"I'm awake." she said sleepily.
"Come on, let's go for rehearsal."
He held out his hand, and she took it. His hand was so warm. her flesh felt like an inner fire was igniting it. What's wrong with me? All I can think about is Malfoy.
Rehearsal was uneventful. Ginny did well, despite her being tired. After rehearsal however, when they were going to the classroom, Ginny could barely keep her eyes open.
"Malfoy?" she asked.
"Yeah Weasley?" he turned to look at her, and she felt that familiar drowning feeling.
"Maybe we should skip practice tonight. I'm so tired." she trailed off.
He looked concerned.
"Well if you're really that tired, you should just go to bed, and get some sleep."
No matter how used she was getting to it, his sudden change would always amaze her to no end.
"You're sure you don't mind?"
"No, you should rest."
He walked with her back towards the stairs.
"Well... Good night then." She said.
Tired as she was, Ginny couldn't believe what happened next. Malfoy smiled at her.
"Good night. Ginny" he said.
She walked up the stairs, trying not to freak out. He said my name! It sounded so wonderful, when he said it. Like her name wasn't just a name. That it was special, and unique. When she got up to her dorm, she opened her journal, and started a new entry.
Dear Journal
Today, the most amazing thing happened! I was tired, and wanted to skip out on rehearsal, and Malfoy was understanding about it. So he walked me to the stairs, and then he said good night to me, and he said my first name. Not Weasel, or Weasley, but Ginny. I don't know why it excites me so much, but it does. He's being so nice, and it's driving me crazy. I think I have feelings for him.
On a whim, Ginny began writing a poem.
Everywhere I look, things seem different
Like I'm looking through a haze
My eyes focus on nothing but meaningless objects
Confusion wanders in my brain
And then he came along
The world suddenly becomes focused once more
My breath grows shallow
My eyes see nothing but him
My heart hammers like a million nails being nailed in all at once
So many different and new feelings
All coursing through me at the same time
And then his eyes meet mine
I'm drowning; falling off a cliff
I'm unsteady, needing his hand
He turns away, and I'm rudely pushed into the world of haze once more
Why does he affect me so?
Every thought I think, is about him
My dreams at night, have him holding me tight
Sometimes I can almost feel the softness of his lips, as he showers me with sweet kisses.
I melt into the heat of his embrace
And then I wake up, tears streaming down my face
Because it's only a dream, never my reality
I will wait until the end of time and beyond
One day, my prayers will be answered
And he will love me
As I love him
A million shooting stars fall across the galaxy
As hope surges in my being
The smallest touch breaks down barriers
Leaving me vulnerable, and weak
I see in his eyes
That there is more than just us
Beneath the shadow of a doubt, and the hidden fears
I know it's there
Love
Ginny sighed, and stretched the kinks out of her hand. She'd been writing for the last hour. She sighed, and read the poem. How true it is. Suddenly, it all came clear. Ginny knew why she was thinking about Malfoy all the time, and felling all weird around him.
"Can it be true?" she whispered to herself.
It must be true.. it has to be true. but how did it happen?
How did Ginny fall head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy?
A/N: WOW! Long chappie there! Yes, it's another one of my poems. YAY. Malfoy is finally being nice to her. I know you were all waiting for it to happen. I'm hoping to get up chappie 7 soon. I'm sorry for the long update, but I've been super busy. YA know, work, school, friends. my life is a friggin soap opera! Anyways. I will catch up with you in chappie 7, when we learn what Malfoy's thoughts are on all of this. Luv Ya Lotz! Bandana Gurl AKA BG ~_^
Disclaimer: You obviously know I don't own Harry Potter, or Peter Pan, but I have to say it, lest I get sued. So I said it. I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, OR PETER PAN!
Where we last left off.
"Wait. I will. But YOU have to stop calling ME Mad Flea."
"Fine. I will."
"So.. what do I call you then?"
Ginny thought for a moment, and then said.
"Call me Ginny."
Chapter Six - More than friends?
Ginny watched Malfoy walk into the great hall, and disappear behind the doors. She paced the floor nervously, biting her nails. Each moment agonizing, and torturing her beyond belief. By the time Malfoy came back, Ginny had nearly bitten down to the bone.
"Well?" she asked, as soon as she saw him emerge.
Mafloy kept a straight face. Impassive. It drove her crazy.
"Tell me! I'm going crazy here!" she said
"McGonagall was very surprised that it was me, pleading for you, but she agreed to let you in the play. providing you spend some time after rehearsals with someone, to help you catch up. We have like two and a half weeks till Showtime."
Ginny was so happy, she didn't even hear the last part. On sudden impulse, she hugged Malfoy, who glanced at her, surprised beyond belief.
"Thank you." She said, smiling genuinely at him.
For once in his life, he smiled back. A real smile.
* * * *
"Everyone. I have some good news"
Everyone stopped talking, and crowded around McGonagall. Rehearsal was just starting out. No one took notice of Ginny coming in earlier. But now they stared curiously at her.
"In the kindness of my heart, I have agreed to let Ginny play the role of Wendy again, so Miss Parkinson, I must ask you to step down, and relinquish your role."
Everyone stared at her in amazement, and then suddenly Pansy spoke up.
"She can't have my role! She's not good enough!"
This set everyone else off.
"Yeah! No fair! She gets another chance?"
"She screwed up the first time, who's to say she won't bugger it up more?"
Ginny felt like crying, again. Why are they so mean? Lucky for her, the Professor was growing angry.
"Silence! You will stop talking about your fellow student in such a manner!" The Professor's eyes blazed with an inner fire.
Everyone fell silent again.
"We will go through Act One, and Ginny you may use the book."
"Sure."
They all got into position, and began reading. To everyone's utter shock, Ginny was doing well. Better, in fact, than she had ever done before.
"Bravo Ginny! Well done!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed when they had finished. Everyone smiled at Ginny.
"It was no big deal," she said, trying to sound humble.
Rehearsal continued on, and before Ginny knew it, rehearsal was over for the day.
"Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy. may I see you a moment?" The Professor asked, just as they were heading out the door.
"Sure."
Malfoy said nothing, but stayed behind until everyone had gone.
"Ginny, you did very well in rehearsal today." she began, but Malfoy cut her off
"What does this have to do with me?"
"I'm GETTING to that Mr. Malfoy. Have some patience."
Malfoy gave her an ill-favored look behind her back.
"Well as I was saying. you did very well today"
"Thank you" Ginny beamed at her.
"The only thing is. you've been away for a few days, and the curtain goes up in two weeks. I think it's wise to practice after rehearsal as well, until you have things memorized."
"What about my homework?"
If Ginny was shocked at the turn of events, what the Professor said next was totally out of character.
"I can excuse you for some of the transfiguration homework for now, but you mustn't neglect the rest of your studies."
"I STILL don't know what this has to do with ME," Malfoy said loudly
The Professor turned to him.
"Well Mr. Malfoy, I thought Ginny might need some company, and YOU could use the extra time too."
"You don't mean." Malfoy looked at her, shocked.
"Yes. You are going to study your lines with Ginny after rehearsal as well."
"Where?" Ginny asked.
"In an empty classroom. just make sure it's tidied up before you leave."
She dismissed then with a wave of her hand, and the pair left the great hall. As soon as they were out of earshot, Malfoy started his rant.
"Why me? Does that woman think I have all the time in the world? And I'm spending it with a Weasley. On top of that, I am perfect in my role as Peter Pan. Who does that woman think she is anyways?"
Ginny couldn't take it anymore.
"Malfoy!" she yelled.
He turned to look at her, with a bored look
"I'm so sick of you treating me like I'm worthless. You are NOT the best at anything! Get it through that numb-skull brain of yours. At least I have real friends, and I'm smart. What do you have Malfoy? NOTHING!" she was practically screaming at him. Luckily for her, no one was around.
Malfoy laughed in her face.
"I have more than you think Weasley. I have money." He said that last word slowly, drawing it out.
They were unknowingly walking towards the classrooms.
"So what if you have money? Money isn't the most important thing in the world."
"Yes it is. With money, you can do anything."
Ginny stopped walking, and stared at him, with a look of shock on her face.
"How can you say that? Are you even listening to yourself? And no, you can't do everything with money. You can't buy friendship. Or love."
She had lowed her voice substantially, and was trying to be nice to him.
He looked at her, staring in to her eyes, and Ginny stared right back. He has such nice eyes. She thought. Then she realized what she was thinking. What I'm I talking about? He's a Malfoy! But his eyes are captivating. It was almost like he was hiding something from the rest of the world. Something he didn't want anyone to find out.
"Love? Who needs love? And yes, I have friends. Crabbe, and Goyle are my friends." Malfoy was beginning to look uncomfortable.
"Are you sure that they are your friends? Would they risk their lives to save you? Would they compliment you, just to be nice? Would they be there for you, when you're sad, or angry, or hurt? Would they even give a care to you, even if you don't ask them to?"
She paused for a moment, letting it sink in. Malfoy went quiet.
Ginny stopped walking again; they were in front of the Transfiguration classroom. Using her wand, she opened the door, and walked in without a word. Once they were inside, and they had shut the door, then, and only then did Malfoy reply.
"Look Weasley," he began "You don't know the first thing about friendship, so don't even bother asking me if I have friends. I should be asking YOU about your so called 'friends' and why they don't seem to care about you."
Ginny's eyes flashed red. She yelled in a violent rage.
"I have friends! Harry, Ron, and Hermione are my friends! They would all sacrifice their lives for me, every one of them! And they spend time with me, and they forgive me, and-" she stopped, the anger suddenly draining out of her.
"And what Weasley? Tell me." Malfoy demanded.
But Ginny had gone quiet. A few minutes ticked by.
"Let's just rehearse our lines, so we can get out of here." She finally said, in an icy tone.
"Fine by me." He said frostily.
They opened their books, and Ginny began reading.
"But Peter! I don't know how to fly!" she cried, in Wendy's voice.
Malfoy didn't say anything. Ginny waited for a minute of so, and he still didn't reply.
"Malfoy? You're supposed to read your line."
"But why? It's not like I need the practice."
Ginny sighed, exasperated, and beyond furious.
"Malfoy, can I ask you something?" she asked, in a deadly calm voice.
"What?" he asked; obviously annoyed.
"Why do you hate me and Ron so much?" she asked.
He jerked in surprise, obviously caught off guard by the question.
"What makes you think I hate you?" he asked.
"Oh I don't know, maybe it's because you've insulted both my brother, and Harry, and you try to harm them, and sabotage things, and you're just plain rude." She said.
She heard Malfoy sigh. She was expecting some rude remark, but what he said next surprised her.
"It's my father who has the real problem." he said.
"How so?"
"Well my father's obsessed with money, and power, and ever since I was young, my father's drilled it into my head 'Never associate with a Weasely, they're so poor, they can't even afford to feed their own kids.' He didn't want me talking to you, because if I fell in love, I would marry into a poor family, and my father would disown me. I guess I became obsessed with money, and I was afraid my father would disown me, and I wouldn't have any money. I will always have my money, but sometimes I wonder how things might've been if we'd been friends, you know?"
He stopped talking, and fell silent. Ginny stood there, her mouth hanging open. She hadn't expected a full out confession like that.
"Well it's never too late to change." she said, out of the blue. Now why did I say that? She asked herself.
Malfoy looked at her, his expression becoming cold again.
"Don't go analyzing me Weasley. I'm not about the change my life, just because I said a few things. Money is the most important thing in the world."
"You'll never learn will you Malfoy? Can't you see what your father has done to you? He's made you miserable. Admit it Malfoy, you aren't happy."
He laughed in her face.
"Didn't I just bloody well say to not analyze me? You know nothing about me."
"I know that you're miserable inside, and that you wish you had real friends." She said.
"You don't know jack about me, so don't even try to sort out my life. Just read your dumb lines, so we can get out of here."
Ginny sighed. It was a defeated sigh.
"Fine I'll read my lines. but this is far from over." She said.
"Whatever you say Weasley." He said with contempt.
They didn't speak the rest of the hour, and soon they could smell dinner. Ginny shut her book, and the pair exited the room, not saying a word to each other for the rest of the night.
* * * *
The next few nights, it was basically the same routine. They would meet up after rehearsal, and go to the Transfiguration classroom. Ginny would try to get Malfoy to open up, and bare some of his soul to her. Ever since he told her about his father, he seemed to be more quiet and distant. But on the third night, he started talking.
"So Weasley, another interrogation?" he asked
"I'm surprised you even know what that word even means." She retorted.
He glared at her.
"Of course I do. What do you think I am, stupid?"
"I didn't say it. You did."
"Whatever."
He fell silent, and Ginny opened her book, and started reciting her lines. Awhile later, she heard Malfoy speak.
"Say Weasley, I've been doing some thinking."
"You can think? Wow, that's news to me"
He gave her another venomous look.
"My point is Weasley. that you may be right about it being time to change."
She stared at him; mouth open is shock.
"And how did you come to this momentous conclusion?" she managed to ask.
"Well what you said about not having true friends, it got me looking more closely at Crabbe, and Goyle, and I realized that maybe you're not entirely wrong on the ground of me not having any real friends. And you are right on the fact that I'm not happy."
Ginny was beyond amazed.
"So... how are you going to fix this problem then?" she asked.
"I'm going to change. but I need help." He said.
He stared at her, and Ginny felt her face heat up. Why do his eyes affect me so much? She wondered.
"So Weasley. can you help me change? Please?"
Ginny thought she couldn't get any more shocked, but apparently, she was wrong.
"If you really want me to." She said.
"Yes. I want your help."
He opened up his book, and began reading.
I can't believe this! A few days ago he was totally against the idea of change, and now he's all for it. I wonder why he decided to hear my words for once. Ginny thought, confused with it all.
The rest of the hour passed by quickly, and they were talking, and laughing. Ginny never thought she could have so much fun with Malfoy. When they went to leave for dinner, she smiled at him, and he smiled back, and for some reason, she felt the world go hazy on her. He looks so handsome when he smiles. she thought.
* * * *
The next day passed by quickly, and rehearsal was fun. Ginny was getting really good. She basically had all of her lines memorized, but she still worked with Malfoy every night too. She actually looked forward to it.
"Man, I can't believe dress rehearsal is in a week!" Ginny said to Malfoy after they had finished their rehearsal.
"Yeah I know, and then there will be no more rehearsals."
Maybe I'm hearing things. but he sounded almost. reluctant. She thought.
After dinner, Ginny sat in the common room, bored out of her skull. She wanted to go talk to Malfoy, but he was probably in Slytherin Common room anyway. I should go have a bath. it'll give me a chance to relax. Ginny had a sudden inspiration.
I could go use the Prefect bathroom. Hardly anyone goes in there. She raced up to the dorm, and grabbed her bathroom things. The common room was full, and people were coming and going, so no one took notice of her leaving.
Ginny walked down the halls, heading towards the bathroom. Hermione had told her the password long ago, and she still remembered it. Thank you Hermione. She thought. She stopped in front of the bathroom, and gave the password.
"Lemony Fresh!"
Ginny stepped into the bathroom. She smelled soap. The bathroom was pristine and white, and sparkling. Everything glittered with cleanliness. She thought she heard the water running. Maybe someone else is in here too. she thought to herself. She heard another noise, and then
"Bloody hell!"
Well there goes my idea of having a bath. she thought. She turned to leave, but not before she heard the voice.
"I forgot my towel" she heard footsteps coming towards her.
It can't be. Ginny turned back around, just as he came into view.
Malfoy stood there clad in only his pants. He stared at her in surprise.
"Weasley? What are you doing here?" he asked,
Don't stare at his chest. she thought. Her heart was hammering loudly inside her chest. She hoped Malfoy couldn't hear it. How can't he?
"Um... I wanted to take a bath, but I guess you're in here already." She said, staring at the floor.
"Well I forgot my towel, so I was going to go get it."
It was then, that Ginny lifted her eyes, and met his, and then wished she hadn't. Why does he torture me? She wondered. Ginny was suddenly realizing how tall, and masculine he was, and his eyes. she sighed.
"What?" Malfoy asked.
Ginny blushed.
"Nothing. I'm going to go..."
She turned on her heel, and fled the bathroom, the sight of Malfoy clad in pants burned into her mind forever.
* * * *
The night passed by slowly. All Ginny could think about, was Malfoy. She didn't fall asleep until much before dawn. In the morning, she yawned her way through breakfast.
"What's up with you Ginny?" one of her fellow fourth year friends asked.
"Didn't get a lot of sleep last night." She said.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Ginny yawned her way through most of her classes. After school, she leaned against the wall, waiting for rehearsal to start. She closed her eyes for a second, and the next thing she knew, Malfoy was waving a hand in her face.
"Weasley! Wake up!" he said, grinning at her.
She opened her eyes, and saw Malfoy standing there. Unknowingly, she started blushing.
"I'm awake." she said sleepily.
"Come on, let's go for rehearsal."
He held out his hand, and she took it. His hand was so warm. her flesh felt like an inner fire was igniting it. What's wrong with me? All I can think about is Malfoy.
Rehearsal was uneventful. Ginny did well, despite her being tired. After rehearsal however, when they were going to the classroom, Ginny could barely keep her eyes open.
"Malfoy?" she asked.
"Yeah Weasley?" he turned to look at her, and she felt that familiar drowning feeling.
"Maybe we should skip practice tonight. I'm so tired." she trailed off.
He looked concerned.
"Well if you're really that tired, you should just go to bed, and get some sleep."
No matter how used she was getting to it, his sudden change would always amaze her to no end.
"You're sure you don't mind?"
"No, you should rest."
He walked with her back towards the stairs.
"Well... Good night then." She said.
Tired as she was, Ginny couldn't believe what happened next. Malfoy smiled at her.
"Good night. Ginny" he said.
She walked up the stairs, trying not to freak out. He said my name! It sounded so wonderful, when he said it. Like her name wasn't just a name. That it was special, and unique. When she got up to her dorm, she opened her journal, and started a new entry.
Dear Journal
Today, the most amazing thing happened! I was tired, and wanted to skip out on rehearsal, and Malfoy was understanding about it. So he walked me to the stairs, and then he said good night to me, and he said my first name. Not Weasel, or Weasley, but Ginny. I don't know why it excites me so much, but it does. He's being so nice, and it's driving me crazy. I think I have feelings for him.
On a whim, Ginny began writing a poem.
Everywhere I look, things seem different
Like I'm looking through a haze
My eyes focus on nothing but meaningless objects
Confusion wanders in my brain
And then he came along
The world suddenly becomes focused once more
My breath grows shallow
My eyes see nothing but him
My heart hammers like a million nails being nailed in all at once
So many different and new feelings
All coursing through me at the same time
And then his eyes meet mine
I'm drowning; falling off a cliff
I'm unsteady, needing his hand
He turns away, and I'm rudely pushed into the world of haze once more
Why does he affect me so?
Every thought I think, is about him
My dreams at night, have him holding me tight
Sometimes I can almost feel the softness of his lips, as he showers me with sweet kisses.
I melt into the heat of his embrace
And then I wake up, tears streaming down my face
Because it's only a dream, never my reality
I will wait until the end of time and beyond
One day, my prayers will be answered
And he will love me
As I love him
A million shooting stars fall across the galaxy
As hope surges in my being
The smallest touch breaks down barriers
Leaving me vulnerable, and weak
I see in his eyes
That there is more than just us
Beneath the shadow of a doubt, and the hidden fears
I know it's there
Love
Ginny sighed, and stretched the kinks out of her hand. She'd been writing for the last hour. She sighed, and read the poem. How true it is. Suddenly, it all came clear. Ginny knew why she was thinking about Malfoy all the time, and felling all weird around him.
"Can it be true?" she whispered to herself.
It must be true.. it has to be true. but how did it happen?
How did Ginny fall head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy?
A/N: WOW! Long chappie there! Yes, it's another one of my poems. YAY. Malfoy is finally being nice to her. I know you were all waiting for it to happen. I'm hoping to get up chappie 7 soon. I'm sorry for the long update, but I've been super busy. YA know, work, school, friends. my life is a friggin soap opera! Anyways. I will catch up with you in chappie 7, when we learn what Malfoy's thoughts are on all of this. Luv Ya Lotz! Bandana Gurl AKA BG ~_^
