Disclaimer: My first to Mike Myers, I know you are reading this really! I forgot I had 'borrowed' a line from your Austin Powers film in chapter 1. I am very sorry for this, it just fit so well. Please don't sue me! I love your work.

I do not own the characters or the song but thank you for thinking I did! J

A/N: Well here is chapter 2. I don't really have much to say about it and I don't want to ruin it for you as people do sometimes include spoilers. Thank you for getting this far. Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Can't you see that we belong

Oh how I want it to be

So tell me do you feel the way I feel

And when you're far away

Forever love will stay

Keep this loving feeling deep inside

It was soon Christmas and run-ins with Malfoy had been few, though those few couldn't be described as small. I gave as good as I got thanks to my Weasley temper and Malfoy soon realised he couldn't win against me. Ever since that day on the train he had been on my mind often, yet he never insulted me like he did then. Maybe he realised how low and hurtful it was, maybe he had decided to be nice. Or maybe Colin will decide he doesn't like taking photos. What did he have against me anyway?

I had decided then that it was time to write my name down on the list of people that were staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. My parents had decided to go on a holiday by themselves that year and Ron and Harry were going to spend their Christmas with Hermione's family. I was invited but I decided against it, I had felt she'd only asked me as she was feeling sorry for me being on my own. I knew they'd rather be on their own, anyway Christmas at Hogwarts should be fun. Reaching the parchment pinned on the board I quickly scanned the names, not many people were staying this year. Then I saw one name that stood out from the others in a bold, thick black. Draco Malfoy.

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That stupid red head had screwed me up so bad that day. She must've cursed me or something as from that day on she wasn't out of my head often. Anything anybody said would remind me of her; everything was linked to her. I could have linked the word 'camel' to her if given time.

We had met a few times in the Hogwarts corridors, insults flying, most half-hearted. Yet I won every time, she knew that she'd never win against me. One particular time I remember though was in the library.

I was studying in the library late one evening, being my privilege as a prefect, when I heard a noise. A bang if you will, or maybe it was a crash, though it could have been a thump. So as it was dark, being night and all, I took out my wand and moved towards the sound. Stupid? Nah, I was the best in the school; no one would dare hurt me. As it happened I was right on the hurt thing. Moving around a particularly spooky bookcase with my wand held in front of me I didn't even think that the noise could have come from behind me. It's an echoey place! You would not have done any better!

"BOO!" A hand had placed itself on my shoulder and I hate to admit it but I did scream…like a girl. No wonder she found it so funny, Miss Virginia 'Reds' Weasley was rolling on the floor behind me in fits of laughter with tears running down her cheeks. I stood there glaring at her for at least a full 5 minutes, she had still not stopped but had moved on to holding her stomach in pain from laughing so hard. The tears of laughter I noticed had turned to tears of pain and even though she had scared the life out of me and laughed at me I couldn't have left her like that. I picked up my glass of water from the table I had been studying from and knelt down beside her. Pulling her up so her head rested against my shoulder I instructed her to breathe deeply while I stroked her silky hair and spoke soothing words to calm her down. When she had calmed down enough I gave her the water and told her to take sips from it.

I realised that once again I had a Weasley in my arms. "We should really stop meeting like this." A pathetic attempt at a joke I realise but it was the best I could come up with at the time. Her reply was much like the first. "Th…thanks…again." And she smiled; small I admit but the power of that one smile hit me right in the stomach. No girl had ever got that reaction out of me before. I felt her smile could stop the rain, bring out the sun and shoot rainbows all over the baby blue sky. A Weasley, that wasn't right! Girls always chased me; I'd have fun with them and then dump them. They just bored me, all of them bimbo's and brainless ninnies.

I then looked down into her eyes but soon wished I hadn't, they had looked so warm and caring staring into mine, I couldn't breathe and a huge overwhelming feeling that I wanted to kiss those rosy lips took over me. I panicked. I tore my eyes from hers, pushed her off me and stood up quickly. Ginny – no, Weasley fell back to the floor without my support behind her. So mumbling an apology I offered her my hand, I saw the irritation died in her eyes and she took it. The touch caused an electric shock make a course up my arm. It wasn't a real shock of electricity mind you. She didn't have muggle wires and plugs attached to her, that would have been scary… and dangerous. Though due to the touch I had pulled her up with a little more force than I intended so she was thrown against me. How humiliating. She stood in front of me, her body flush against mine; her eyes level with my chin before she looked up. She must've heard my sharp intake of breath as she stepped backwards, though it might have been because she could see me better from there, I was a little taller than she was.

"You're a more caring person than I first took you for Draco." My name had rolled off her tongue as if it was made just for her to say. No one but my parents called me that and my father said it like it was the name of a disease rather than the name of his only son. Like I was called Haemorrhoids or something. But I'm getting off the story. She didn't stop talking there. "I am sorry for scaring you, it was wrong but I couldn't help myself." She smirked and a spark of humour flashed in her eyes. "It was worth it all though just to hear you scream like a girl," and her smirk turned into a huge grin. Brilliant, the story was going to be all around the school by breakfast. I was wrong about that too. "I won't tell anybody, I know what damage it will do to your reputation." My eyes widened at that, she cared about my reputation? "It will be more fun between the two of us anyway." She yawned. "It's late, I'd better get to bed, see you around." And with that she was gone, just like that, leaving me very confused.

I'm still confused about that day to this day. Reds completely changed her opinion of me because I helped her calm down? Because I screamed like a girl? Don't let me mention that again. How about because of my drop-dead gorgeousness, no she would've noticed that before. Weird. Why didn't I make a sarcastic retort? Get her back for scaring and mocking me? To tell you the truth I was speechless, with the way she was openly mocking me, almost flirting. With the feelings that I felt towards her, the way she fit in my arms as if she were made to go there. Of course I didn't think this then. I had convinced myself that I had given her this round, as she was so fragile and pathetic from her moment of stupidity.

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I hadn't seen Malfoy again until Christmas Day. I thought he was avoiding me in case I scared him again. I'm not exactly sure why I did that in the first place. I didn't think I would cause that reaction, he screamed like a little girl! It was so funny. Yet he was so kind when my laughter turned to pain. I dreamt of being in his arms that night, it felt so right and I felt safe. I had felt something between us again, I had thought I'd felt something on the train but had dismissed it. I had also wanted him to kiss me, as I was staring into those grey eyes, but that was just too scary to think about. I had to keep reminding myself he was a Malfoy and that those occurrences were very rare occurrences. I kept getting visions of Ron's livid red face in my head. A very good thing he was away over Christmas, very good indeed.

Christmas Day. I had awoken early and had opened all my presents, the usual jumper from my mother, sweets from all the boys and a book from Hermione. Once I had done that I had felt at a bit of a loss. Only three other Gryffindors beside myself had stayed on, five Ravenclaws, six Hufflepuffs and three Slytherins, which made a grand total of eighteen people. This meant of course that only one table was used for meal times, it caused much tension. But again I am moving off the point of my story. Where was I?

I was at a bit of a loss, I doubted anyone was up as early as me and even if they were I didn't particularly want to speak to any of them. So I had grabbed my cloak and ran outside to walk around the Hogwarts grounds until breakfast. The fresh snow looked soft and crunchy to walk on and the air would wake me up.

The grounds looked like a muggle postcard. Everything was covered in a white layer taking away all the colour, yet it looked beautiful. I hadn't been walking for more than 5 minutes when I saw a tall figure facing the lake. He was wearing a jet-black coat outlined by grey fur and a charcoal black owl was perched on his shoulder. Then suddenly the owl burst into flight across the white snow topped roofs to the owlery. He had been staring down at something in his hand before he screwed it up in his fist and moved his gaze across the lake, lost in his thoughts. He looked unhappy. So I moved over to him, disturbed by the look in his eyes, no one was supposed to look like that on Christmas Day. No matter how insufferable they could be. I gently placed my hand on his arm, "Draco?"

* * *

I jumped. "Draco?" I turned and was about to snap at whoever had called my name when my eyes once more caught two brown ones, full of concern. I was too tired to even try to fight with her.

"Reds? What are you doing down so early?"

She replied flippantly with a wave of her small hand. "It's Christmas Day I'm always up this early, but what are you doing up so early?" and it was weird but I wanted to tell her everything, to get it off my chest. But I couldn't, what would that do to her? Yet it seemed that, in the end, she was incredibly perceptive. "I couldn't sleep and I just got an owl from my father."

"He didn't want you staying here over Christmas did he? He wants you to follow in his footsteps, you don't want to and can't tell him this." She literally blew me away, spot on.

"How did you?"

"Everyone knows what your father is like, it was obvious that he would want his only son to be like him. Yet I see a kindness in your eyes at times and I know you could never do that."

"No, I couldn't tell him, I have no choice, you see my father-" I paused, how could I make her understand? "In my family, my life, everything is black and white."

"You do not have to follow the trend." And with that she grabbed my hand and walked me across the grounds. A few minutes later she stopped beside a bush. I was a little irritated by then, what was she doing? "Weasel!" she placed a soft finger against my lips. I stopped breathing and it took everything I had not to kiss it. Her eyes widened at what she had done but had soon composed herself once more. She drew my gaze into a circle to see what was around me.

"If you look all around us, there is white. One single colour, but that is just surface colour, what is underneath is just as important, sometimes more so." She drew my attention to the bush beside us, covered in white just like everything else. Reaching a hand towards it she whispered "look" and started to brush away the snow, uncovering the most beautiful deep red rose I had ever seen. Just that one rose brought a rainbow full of colour to the white scenery, just an insignificant rose in acres of grounds. "Just one thing can tip the balance. And this is just like people Draco, on the outside is one thing that most people see, usually the one thing people want you to see about them. Yet on the inside is something completely different that shows our true selves. Just like this rose. On the outside a white sheet, take away the white sheet and you have a beautiful creation with enough colour for everything else."

It was like a door had been opened, I understood what she was saying. Suddenly I wasn't just seeing in black and white, I could see colour, I could see her.

I turned to gaze into her eyes. "Thank you," I whispered and I lowered my head to brush my mouth against hers.