Disclaimer & Summary: See last chapter.
A/N Reviews! Thank you, my wonderful reviewers! Also I mean 'bold' like
brave. Oh yes, at the moment, Draco is seeing this as a way to beat Harry,
there's something else to, he just doesn't know what it is, yet
Also, the poem, please forgive me, It's bad, but it betrays Draco, which is
the point
Draco smiled at the challenge staring boldly from the torn parchment,
written deliberately, almost taunting him. In his mind's eye he could see
her, determined like all her brothers, her eyes sparkling, her heart
laughing.
He observed her as she walked into the Great Hall, she walked as though on
the brink of dancing, he thought. Now her head held high, she walked over
to the nearest empty plate, Draco smirked at the thought that he had beaten
Potter. He sneaked another look, her confidant face faltered slightly when
she saw Harry walking in, chatting fondly to Hermione. Draco noted this,
there was another factor in her replying? Yes, he guessed that she'd
walked into an awkward situation, he wasn't far wrong.
Leaving his knife and fork on the plate he pondered about her reply,
suddenly it seemed as though she was, looking to him for assurance, the
fact that he had the power to make people walk with a spring in their step
made such an impact. He looked again; there she was, animatedly telling a
joke, he could see her friends wondering about her transform. He felt
pride stirring in him, a different type then the kind his father had tried
to instill in him, it was pride in himself. He glanced for a third time.
She looked really pretty when she smiled, he mentally shook himself.
He left dinner early again, not that anyone noticed. What had happened
there? His heart had felt liked it flipped in his chest. He walked into
the Library and sat down in the most secluded corner, then he took out a
piece of paper and began writing, his mind on other things.
Draco Malfoy stared down in disbelief of what he'd written. He wrote
another, simpler and safer letter and stuck the note beneath the regular
desk, he left the Library, not only disconcerted but with the wrong letter
in his pocket
* *
'Dear Ginny,
How can you ask me that! Do you need any further convincing that you are a
wonderful person? Well, I'll leave this poem then, for your inspection.
Ginny,.
The nothing can detract from this beautiful sight.
Her fiery hair as though in flame
Surrounds a face so flawless, eyes so bright
a perfect picture, in a perfect frame
Ginny,
Be happy while I watch from a far.
You definitely belong above
Shining and sparkling a perfect star
As I watch in love'
This time the letter concluded with a lopsided heart, Ginny felt tears
welling up in her eyes before scolding herself harshly. She wrote her
letter, her cheeks blushing, and left the Library clutching Draco's letter,
though she knew it not.
+ *
'Dear, whoever-you-are,
Am I foolish not to know who you are now? Because I don't, and I'd like to,
please.
The poem was beautiful, but not true, I'm none of those things, I suppose
you used poetic license!
Could I meet you? I won't act badly, whoever you are. I wrote
something for you too.
Where ever I am
I feel you are near
The hope that he gives me
Can't disappear.
It makes feel happier
And all the more better
Knowing when things are tough
To just read your letter
My guardian angel
Who ever you are
For this I love you
Love that won't mar.
Ginny'
She was smiling cheerfully at the Gryffindor table at breakfast when he
read her letter, he hadn't slept well that night in fear of her reaction to
the poem, but it had been good. Indeed it was better then he knew: a sort
of happiness and giddiness had built up in Ginny, for the rest of the day
she felt as though she was walking on air.
In the mean time Draco realised something, something he should have known
before, he thought he was falling in love with Ginny, and she was falling
for him. 'Not that she knows who I am' he added bitterly. And so it was
with mixed emotions he spent the rest of the day. The worst was that his
admirers had noticed his recent distraction. Pansy luckily, was in denial
that Draco could ever like another then her. The rest thought it unlikely
he was capable of loving any one other then himself. A cover that Draco now
savored
'Dear Ginny
I'll be honest now when I tell you that above all
things, I would most like to meet you, because, I love you, more then I
think I have ever loved anyone. But I can't.
Please don't be angry with;
Whoever-I-Am'
Ginny's face fell when she read this and she hastily scribbled her note.
'The one I love,
There, to match your honesty here's mine, I would love to meet you so much
that. If we can never meet then what will we do? You restored my faith in
love itself, and you said you loved me move then any other. I couldn't
morally just leave you, even if it were for a more, real boyfriend. Not
even Harry, this I swear.
And I also never would leave you for who you appeared on the outside.
This is why I say, meet me in the empty Transfiguration classroom at eight
o'clock or it's completely over.
Ginny'
It was cruel, she knew. But Ginny felt this as her one and only way. She'd
fallen in love with him, deeper then she'd loved anyone, and it felt like
the most important thing in her life. More so the even beating Voldemort.
A/N da da dahhhhhhh! Cliffie! (I'm cruel) six reviews before I post the
next chapter. SIX!
A/N Reviews! Thank you, my wonderful reviewers! Also I mean 'bold' like
brave. Oh yes, at the moment, Draco is seeing this as a way to beat Harry,
there's something else to, he just doesn't know what it is, yet
Also, the poem, please forgive me, It's bad, but it betrays Draco, which is
the point
Draco smiled at the challenge staring boldly from the torn parchment,
written deliberately, almost taunting him. In his mind's eye he could see
her, determined like all her brothers, her eyes sparkling, her heart
laughing.
He observed her as she walked into the Great Hall, she walked as though on
the brink of dancing, he thought. Now her head held high, she walked over
to the nearest empty plate, Draco smirked at the thought that he had beaten
Potter. He sneaked another look, her confidant face faltered slightly when
she saw Harry walking in, chatting fondly to Hermione. Draco noted this,
there was another factor in her replying? Yes, he guessed that she'd
walked into an awkward situation, he wasn't far wrong.
Leaving his knife and fork on the plate he pondered about her reply,
suddenly it seemed as though she was, looking to him for assurance, the
fact that he had the power to make people walk with a spring in their step
made such an impact. He looked again; there she was, animatedly telling a
joke, he could see her friends wondering about her transform. He felt
pride stirring in him, a different type then the kind his father had tried
to instill in him, it was pride in himself. He glanced for a third time.
She looked really pretty when she smiled, he mentally shook himself.
He left dinner early again, not that anyone noticed. What had happened
there? His heart had felt liked it flipped in his chest. He walked into
the Library and sat down in the most secluded corner, then he took out a
piece of paper and began writing, his mind on other things.
Draco Malfoy stared down in disbelief of what he'd written. He wrote
another, simpler and safer letter and stuck the note beneath the regular
desk, he left the Library, not only disconcerted but with the wrong letter
in his pocket
* *
'Dear Ginny,
How can you ask me that! Do you need any further convincing that you are a
wonderful person? Well, I'll leave this poem then, for your inspection.
Ginny,.
The nothing can detract from this beautiful sight.
Her fiery hair as though in flame
Surrounds a face so flawless, eyes so bright
a perfect picture, in a perfect frame
Ginny,
Be happy while I watch from a far.
You definitely belong above
Shining and sparkling a perfect star
As I watch in love'
This time the letter concluded with a lopsided heart, Ginny felt tears
welling up in her eyes before scolding herself harshly. She wrote her
letter, her cheeks blushing, and left the Library clutching Draco's letter,
though she knew it not.
+ *
'Dear, whoever-you-are,
Am I foolish not to know who you are now? Because I don't, and I'd like to,
please.
The poem was beautiful, but not true, I'm none of those things, I suppose
you used poetic license!
Could I meet you? I won't act badly, whoever you are. I wrote
something for you too.
Where ever I am
I feel you are near
The hope that he gives me
Can't disappear.
It makes feel happier
And all the more better
Knowing when things are tough
To just read your letter
My guardian angel
Who ever you are
For this I love you
Love that won't mar.
Ginny'
She was smiling cheerfully at the Gryffindor table at breakfast when he
read her letter, he hadn't slept well that night in fear of her reaction to
the poem, but it had been good. Indeed it was better then he knew: a sort
of happiness and giddiness had built up in Ginny, for the rest of the day
she felt as though she was walking on air.
In the mean time Draco realised something, something he should have known
before, he thought he was falling in love with Ginny, and she was falling
for him. 'Not that she knows who I am' he added bitterly. And so it was
with mixed emotions he spent the rest of the day. The worst was that his
admirers had noticed his recent distraction. Pansy luckily, was in denial
that Draco could ever like another then her. The rest thought it unlikely
he was capable of loving any one other then himself. A cover that Draco now
savored
'Dear Ginny
I'll be honest now when I tell you that above all
things, I would most like to meet you, because, I love you, more then I
think I have ever loved anyone. But I can't.
Please don't be angry with;
Whoever-I-Am'
Ginny's face fell when she read this and she hastily scribbled her note.
'The one I love,
There, to match your honesty here's mine, I would love to meet you so much
that. If we can never meet then what will we do? You restored my faith in
love itself, and you said you loved me move then any other. I couldn't
morally just leave you, even if it were for a more, real boyfriend. Not
even Harry, this I swear.
And I also never would leave you for who you appeared on the outside.
This is why I say, meet me in the empty Transfiguration classroom at eight
o'clock or it's completely over.
Ginny'
It was cruel, she knew. But Ginny felt this as her one and only way. She'd
fallen in love with him, deeper then she'd loved anyone, and it felt like
the most important thing in her life. More so the even beating Voldemort.
A/N da da dahhhhhhh! Cliffie! (I'm cruel) six reviews before I post the
next chapter. SIX!