Kaira-chan: And welcome to the final chapter of this story.
Dark Kaira: Thank Ra it's finally done.
Kaira-chan; Oh shush you..
Dark Kaira: Make me _
Fred: Um... Kaira-chan doesn't own Harry Potter.... And there is quite abit of OOCness on Malfoy's part here....
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Ginny pushed the door open alittle more, silently, just to make sure that she was seeing what she was seeing.
She jumped when the door squeaked on its rust hinge. She noticed she wasn't the only one, the person in the other room also jumped.
"What are you doing here?!" Malfoy snapped angrily, seeing her standing in the door way.
"I - uh - I - um.... I heard someone crying, so I came to see if they were okay," Ginny stammered, fearfully.
Malfoy's eyes widened slightly, then he turned away sharply. "I wasn't crying," he said, his voice hoarse.
Both of them stood like that for a while. Completely still, scarcely breathing. Ginny watching Malfoy, her eyes filled with worry and confusion, and Malfoy glaring at the wall.
He turned to her sharply. "Well, are you going to just stand there gapping like a fish out of water?" He snapped angrily.
Ginny jumped at the sudden movement, the sudden noise.
Malfoy groaned. "Either come in, or get out," he growled.
Ginny took a step forward, trying to read his reaction on her decision. It was all jumbled. He looked both annoyed, but at the same time relieved. He was so hard to figure out!
He sat down heavily. "So what do you want?" He asked, his eyes falling to the floor.
"I uh - just wanted to see if you were okay," Ginny answered him.
He let out a curt laugh. "No seriously," he said sadistically.
"I am serious," Ginny said. Why was he being like this?
He looked at her. "No one ever wants to know just if someone is okay. There's always something behind it. They always have a motive," Malfoy said, his cold eyes boring into hers. She realized then, how much like a snake's eyes his were. There really was no emotion behind his eyes. No caring, not nothing. Just anger and pain. Maybe she shouldn't say 'no caring'. She could see something flicker behind those eyes of his.
"As far as I'm conscious of, all I want to know, is if you are okay. What's bothering you. What that damned note says," Ginny said.
She say something flicker. A deep pain as she mentioned the note. A sorrow. And she immediately regretted saying that. "I'm - I'm sorry. I shouldn't've said anything," Ginny said. She began to get up, but soon she found his letting infrount of her.
Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,
We regret to inform you, that both your parents were killed last night. We believe it may have been the dark lord, for we found the dark mark hovering over their bodies. We will keep everything in the same shape as it was left, with the exception of the removal of the bodies. We will expect you to claim all of the possessions and the house when you are let off of school. Failure to do so, will result of the repossession of everything on the property.
It is a loss to us to loose someone as important to the ministry as your father, and I'm sure it must be a great loss. You will either live on your own, from here on, or you will find someone who will adopt you.
Good day.
Cornelius Fudge
The Minister of Magic
Ginny read over the note a few more times, before giving it back to Malfoy. "But - I thought - didn't your father work for -?" Ginny started, at a loss for words.
"Yeah, he did. But he told me when I was there for winter break. He had been hired by the ministry, to record and progress The Dark Lords actions. I knew it was a bad idea," Malfoy said, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. He closed them tightly, but it didn't stop them from falling.
Suddenly Ginny was filled with a rage. How could the ministry be so insincere?! It was their fault that Malfoy's father had died. "Those bastards!" She exclaimed, before she knew what she was doing.
Malfoy's eyes opened, and her turned to face her. "It's their fault! How can they be so insincere? They -" she stopped when she felt Malfoy's finger cover her mouth.
"I told you. The only reason why people do what they do is to further their own ends. The ministry doesn't care that both my parents are dead. They don't care that I don't have a family anymore. All they care about is that there source of information is cut off now. Be quiet. Someone might here you," Malfoy said.
Ginny turned to face him. "My dad... he works for the ministry. What would happen, if they decided to make him to something like that? What if -" She stopped speaking when she felt strong arms wrap around her shoulders.
She blinked, and looked up, to see that it was Malfoy's arms, though he wasn't looking at her. He was glaring at a far off wall.
Before she knew what she was doing she had wrapped her arms around his waist too, both of them still seated.
He looked down at her, surprised, and she smiled back up at him, and she couldn't be sure, but she could've sworn he smiled faintly back.
It was just before curfew when Ginny got back to her dorm. She saw Hope smiling in one of the couches before the fire. Only a very few people were there, none that Ginny really talked to. She sat across from Hope.
"You look happy," Ginny said.
"Yeah, Matt just asked me to the dance," Hope grinned.
"Really? Congratulations!" Ginny grinned back.
"How about you, do you have a date yet?" Hope asked.
Ginny smiled slyly. "I'm not quite sure yet," Ginny said. Hope grinned back devilishly.
"Oh! Please tell!" And with those words, Ginny commenced to tell Hope about her night, leaving out the whole Malfoy crying and his parents dying and everything.
"So...he didn't kiss you?" Hope asked when she was done. Ginny shook her head. Hope smiled. "I'm sure he will."
Over the next week, Ginny and Malfoy met secretly. Ginny didn't want to really tell anyone besides Hope. They would probably get mad at her. And Malfoy did likewise.
It was the night before the dance, when they met behind the Quidditch pitch. "Hey, are you going to that dance?" Malfoy asked, off-handedly.
"Yeah. Not with anyone though. I might hang out with Hope and Matt though, if I wouldn't be getting in their way," Ginny said.
"I don't think I'll go..." Malfoy said, looking up at the black sky, the first stars beginning to show up.
Ginny looked at the ground. She was hoping that he was going to ask her to the dance, but she could only expect so much, though, couldn't she.
"Hey, look. A shooting star. Make a wish," Malfoy said.
Ginny looked up at the sky. 'I wish Mal - Draco would ask me to the dance...' she thought wistfully, knowing her wish most likely wouldn't come true.
"Did you make a wish?" Malfoy asked her.
Ginny looked at him, then back up at they sky. "No."
Lavender and Parvati were in Hope and Ginny's room, looking through the girl's wardrobe.
"To think, our little Hope is going on a date!" Lavender squealed, pulling out a crimson dress-robe and holding it out to Hope. She nodded, then handed it to her. "Get dressed in this, then come out so we can do your make-up," Lavender said, as Parvati pulled out a shimmering black dress-robe.
"Ginny, change into this," she said, holding it out to Ginny, who took it, and began doing the same as Hope, who was undressing.
Soon Parvati was fussing over their hair, while Lavender was applying the make up.
When they were done, Hope and Ginny looked in the mirror. Both of them looked great. Their make-up dark and shadowy.
Hopes hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, while Ginny's hung down, completely straight and silky looking.
"I fee like a clown," Hope said, looking at her make-up closer.
"You're just not used to wearing make-up. You look great," Lavender exclaimed, and Ginny couldn't help but agree.
"Well girls, shall we go?" Parvati smiled.
Ginny stood in the shadows, watching everyone dance. Hope and Matt couldn't keep away from each other, dancing even to the quick songs like they were slow.
Harry and Hermione had danced quite a lot, Hermione and Ron only dancing once, and quite awkwardly, both refusing to look at eachother.
Ginny had heard quite a lot of speculation about Hope and Matt. It had been the first time any of the students had seen a Gryffindor and a Slytherin dancing together.
She couldn't help but be jealous. She had wanted to be the one who they looked at. Her and Malfoy. Malfoy and her.
"May I have this dance?" Someone asked from behind her.
She turned around slowly. "I don't think s -" She stopped when she saw who it was. There was Malfoy, dressed up great. He looked so handsome in his black dress-robe, with his hair hanging loosely to his ears, unlike his usual, slicked back appearance.
She smiled. "I'd love to," she smiled. And this time she was sure. He smiled back.
They walked onto the dance floor, her hand placed in Malfoy's, who was holding it up ((Think classical dancing style)). When they reached the center of the dance floor, he brought her hand up to his lips, and kissed her knuckles, drawing the majority of the gazes in the dance hall. Then the music started. First the violin solo, then the rest of the instruments joined in the melancholy tune.
Then he rested his free hand on her waist, and she placed hers on his shoulder. They danced across the dance floor, spinning and twisting.
She seemed to fit perfectly in his arms. Their faces moved closer together, both their eyes closing at the same time, and touched lips. Everything felt right in this moment. Like this is what it's suppose to be like.
She pulled away slowly, savoring his taste. And her eyes were met with cold blue-grey eyes.
She pulled away further, saw his blond hair.
She realized something. His eyes weren't that cold. There was a warmth there. There was a life there. No. He didn't have Snake Eyes....
He had His Own Eyes.
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Kaira-chan: .... BAH!!!! Sorry for the OOCnessnessness...
Dark Kaira: Damn, was there a lot of it.
Fred: And I wasn't mentioned again!
Kaira-chan: It's really really hard to write Malfoy in character in a fic like this .
Dark Kaira: Bah....
Kaira-chan; I hoped you all liked it, especially you GryffindorGirley.
Fred: And please review ^__^