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A/N: Yay! Chapter 4 is done! I am working on chapter 5. This chapter is longer then the last and seemed a little confusing. I wanted to get Draco's feelings across. If you have any questions feel free to ask and any ideas you may have for later chapters are always welcome! ^_^ Please read and review my story! Good or bad, just remember that this is my first ever fic. Enjoy!
Loah- Thanks for the review! I don't think I am that good of a writer, lol. As for a beta, I agree. I do need one. Well, I did. Lol, thanks for helping me out!
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Chapter 4: She loves me, she loves me notGinny raced through the oak doors and into the entrance hall. She stopped, putting her hands on her knees, and tried to catch her breath. She looked around, but Draco was nowhere to be seen. She could hear the music of Silver Echoes emit from the Great Hall as she climbed the stairs toward Gryffindor Tower.
When she entered the common room she headed straight for bed. Soon, Hermione and Ron would realize she wasn't there, and would want to question her reason for leaving. She would deal with it tomorrow, but not tonight. Tonight she just wanted to sleep, and she would figure everything out tomorrow…
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Draco woke up early the next morning. His roommates, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini were still asleep, as he threw on his robes. He had trouble falling asleep that night because of a certain event that kept playing through his mind. I don't know why I thought she could ever like me, a Malfoy, of all people. He sighed, as he slumped into an armchair in the common room. He continued to think about last night's events. I don't know why I ever cared… why I still care, he thought.
Maybe because you love her, a little voice in the back of his mind answered for him.
Love, he thought. Is that what I'm feeling whenever she's around? I know I'm attracted to her, yes, but could I possibly love a Weasley? If so could she ever love me back?
"Draco?" A voice called to him from behind, breaking him from his thoughts. It was Pansy. He said nothing, so she continued, "Draco, why did you leave the ball without telling me? I was so worried about you. Are you okay?"
Draco laughed at this. Yes, he actually laughed. She was worried about me? Since when has she ever cared about anyone but herself?
This silence from Draco was annoying Pansy. "Are you okay, Draco?" She repeated. "What's so funny? Why are you laughing?" Draco still did not reply. "Draco, answer me!"
He stopped laughing and looked at her. "Well, if you must know. What's so funny is that I don't believe for one second, Pansy, that you could possibly care about anyone but yourself."
He left her speechless. All she could do was look at him in disbelief, then that look of disbelief turned to anger as she huffed off back upstairs. She passed Blaise on her way to the stairs.
"What's wrong with her?" He asked Draco with a confused look.
"Oh, nothing really," responded Draco. "Unlike everybody else, I told her the truth." When he saw that his friend was still confused, he explained further. "I told her that she was not capable of caring for anyone but herself."
"Well, it's about time someone told her the truth. I'm just glad it wasn't me. Anyways, we should go downstairs, to breakfast."
"Sure," Draco replied, standing. He wasn't very hungry, but he didn't want to stay here and wait for Pansy to come back to her senses.
He followed the other boy out of the common room and down to the Great Hall. When he entered, he quickly scanned the Gryffindor table for the redheaded girl that haunted his dreams. He spotted the Dream Team, but she wasn't with them. He glared at Potter before sitting at his own house table.
"Still have a thing for the Weasel?" He heard Blaise whisper next to him.
"Unfortunately, yes," he said, sadness and frustration in his voice.
"Hmm… I prefer blondes." He grinned and gave Draco a wink.
He gave no notice to this comment. He knew Blaise was gay, and it didn't bother him the least, although Blaise has been trying to get him to "cross over" since the beginning of the year when he first came out.
"You should come to Hogsmead with me after breakfast. Get your mind off her for a while."
"How do you know I won't see her there?"
"Well, I don't, but it's better then you sitting in the common room sulking all day."
Draco looked over at the Gryffindors again and sighed. "Maybe you're right." He looked back over at Blaise. "Okay, I'll go if you promise not to make a pass at me."
He gave a pout and playfully replied, "Aw, you just took all the fun out of my day."
"Yeah, I tend to do that." Draco said, sarcastically.
"Well, I'm ready when you are."
Draco took one last sip of his pumpkin juice before making their way to
Hogsmead.
Blaise was right. Their trip to Hogsmead did seem to enlighten Draco's mood a
little. That is until they passed by a flower shop.
Blaise had stopped in front of the shop contemplating whether to send himself a
bouquet of flowers or not, but what caught Draco's attention were the roses.
These weren't just any roses. These had a certain beauty to them that caught
Draco's eye.
Blaise finally decided that he was, indeed, going to send himself a bouquet. As
they entered, many fragrances danced around the room. It was beautiful inside.
The assortment of colours along with the smell made it seem almost heavenly.
Draco made his way back over to the roses. He was admiring one particular rose
when someone came up behind him.
"That one there's the Pacific Serenade." He turned to see a tall woman with
dark brown hair standing in front of him. "Hello, my name is Savannah and I own
this little shop. I see you are interested in our roses, like many others have
been. Any one in particular I can help you with?"
"There are so many," he said turning back toward them.
"Yes, there are, and they all have different meanings. For example, a single,
red rose means I love you, where as a single, long stemmed, yellow rose stands
for jealousy."
Draco picked up a single, pink, thorn less rose with shaded red. He held it in
his hands as if it were made of glass. It looked so… perfect.
"My mother told me a story about that rose when I was younger. She said that if
you take a simple, ordinary object, such as a rock, and cast the right spell,
then it would produce this flower." What she failed to mention was that the
spell only worked if both persons truly loved each other.
Draco was just going to ask more regarding the rose when Blaise interrupted.
"Draco, it's getting late. Want to stop at the Three Broomsticks before heading
back?" Draco nodded, muttering a 'thanks' to Savannah as he handed her back the
flower.
Draco stopped just as he entered the Three Broomsticks. Sitting at one of the
far back tables was Ginny, Elizabeth, and the Dream Team. As Blaise ordered the
two of them butterbeers he sat at a table at the opposite end of the room,
still able to see them. Perfect Potter! Always gets what he wants. Well, not
this time. Not if I can help it…
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