*~~~Chapter 3~~~*
Ginny sat at the edge of the Lake, the wind whipping through her hair. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry: Draco Malfoy loved her. Was she supposed to feel insulted, or grateful? She truely didn't know. Tears of confusion dropped from her eyelids and rolled down her cheek. It was snowing, falling all over her, but she barely felt the cold.
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Draco Malfoy was exhausted. And confused. And frustrated. And... ARGHHH! He felt like ripping his own hair out. He was tired of doing school work, and his mind kept drifting over to Ginny.
He had to admit, the girl was absolutely beautiful with her flaming hair. And kind. And intellegent. And...
"Darling, you looked delightful!"
Draco groaned silently when he looked up and saw Pansy Parkinson standing in front of him. The absolute COW of a girl looked at him and tried to sit on his lap.
Draco shifted his legs so that the girl sat on thin air. He couldn't stand this any more. Grabbing his cloak, he raced out the door.
Draco had planned on going to the Lake when he saw a small figure in the distance. A figure with beautiful red hair... Ginny. He froze, not sure whether or not to approach. Too late. Just then, Ginny looked up and saw him.
Ginny froze when she saw Draco Malfoy standing there. The boy seemed to freeze too. SLowly, the blond approached her. Ginny looked, transfixed, as the Slytherin came closer and closer.
"Draco," Ginny said softly.
Draco froze, hearing his first name come from a Weasley. She couldn't possibly know, could she? He decided to take a chance. "Weasley," he said coldly.
Ginny faltered slightly before she said gently, "Draco, I know its you. Why are you behaving this way?"
Draco stopped dead. So she knew. "How did you know?"
So Ginny explained how she had found out when she was doing her Divination homework.
"Bloody Trawleny," Draco growled, startled when he heard Ginny laugh.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"I'm fine." She shivered slightly. "Just cold."
Draco quickly pulled off his own cloak and warpped it aroud Ginny's shoulders. He quickly clasped the buckle together. He smiled slightly as he looked at the girl. The cloak went all the way down to her ankles, seeming too long. Her red hair swept around in the wind, forming a swirling circle behind her.
He saw so entranced by it that he didn't notice her question.
"Draco?"
"What, Weasley?"
"Ginny. My name's Ginny, not Weasley."
Draco looked at the red sweater she was wearing. "Then what does the 'V' stand for?"
"'V'?" He pointed to her sweater. "Why does it say 'V'?"
"Virginia. Ginny's short for Virginia."
Virginia. The word rang in his mind. Such a beautiful name. Ginny was the name of a child, a little girl, while Virginia was elegant, the name of a lady, a princess. He made up his mind right then to only call Ginny 'Virginia.'
"Is Draco short for anything?"
Draco nodded. "Draconis."
There was a moment of silence.
"What are you doing out here in this weather, Virginia?"
Ginny smiled as her named rolled off Draco's tongue. "I was tired. I needed a break. How about you?"
"Same," Draco smirked. "I had to get away from Pansy. She was driving me insane.
Ginny smiled at the mental image. She looked up at Draco into those icy, grey-blue eyes. The blond hair was perfectly gelled, not a strand was out of place.
"You shouldn't use gel," she said softly, reaching up and feeling a strand of hair. "It probably looks better just normal."
Draco was surprised to see that he didn't feel insulted at all. Normally, he would tell the person to get lost or bugger off, but Virginia... her words were meant kindly, without any trace of venom in it.
"Virginia," Draco said softly. "D-Do you want to come to the Valentine Ball with me?"
Ginny hesitated slightly, and Draco cursed himself for his stupidity. Of course she would refuse, she was a Weasley.
To his surprise, she grinned. "Sure," she said, smiling. She faltered slightly at the troubled look on Draco's face. "Waht's wrong?"
"What will everyone else say?" He asked. "A Malfoy dancing with a Weasley?"
Ginny laughed. "I'm sure they'll all get heart failures. Na, no problem," she said. "Use masks." "Masks?"
"Why not?" she smiled. "No one else will need to know."
Draco smirked, an idea forming in his mind. "Of course," he said. He looked at the time. "It's getting late, Virginia. I'll see you tomorrow at the Valentine Dance, I suppose?"
Ginny smirked back. "Of course," she answered slyly.
"See you tomorrow," Draco said. "I'll meet you at the Astronomy Tower in the evening."
With that, the blond turned and walked away. Ginny realized too late that she still had his cloak.
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Ginny sat at the edge of the Lake, the wind whipping through her hair. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry: Draco Malfoy loved her. Was she supposed to feel insulted, or grateful? She truely didn't know. Tears of confusion dropped from her eyelids and rolled down her cheek. It was snowing, falling all over her, but she barely felt the cold.
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Draco Malfoy was exhausted. And confused. And frustrated. And... ARGHHH! He felt like ripping his own hair out. He was tired of doing school work, and his mind kept drifting over to Ginny.
He had to admit, the girl was absolutely beautiful with her flaming hair. And kind. And intellegent. And...
"Darling, you looked delightful!"
Draco groaned silently when he looked up and saw Pansy Parkinson standing in front of him. The absolute COW of a girl looked at him and tried to sit on his lap.
Draco shifted his legs so that the girl sat on thin air. He couldn't stand this any more. Grabbing his cloak, he raced out the door.
Draco had planned on going to the Lake when he saw a small figure in the distance. A figure with beautiful red hair... Ginny. He froze, not sure whether or not to approach. Too late. Just then, Ginny looked up and saw him.
Ginny froze when she saw Draco Malfoy standing there. The boy seemed to freeze too. SLowly, the blond approached her. Ginny looked, transfixed, as the Slytherin came closer and closer.
"Draco," Ginny said softly.
Draco froze, hearing his first name come from a Weasley. She couldn't possibly know, could she? He decided to take a chance. "Weasley," he said coldly.
Ginny faltered slightly before she said gently, "Draco, I know its you. Why are you behaving this way?"
Draco stopped dead. So she knew. "How did you know?"
So Ginny explained how she had found out when she was doing her Divination homework.
"Bloody Trawleny," Draco growled, startled when he heard Ginny laugh.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"I'm fine." She shivered slightly. "Just cold."
Draco quickly pulled off his own cloak and warpped it aroud Ginny's shoulders. He quickly clasped the buckle together. He smiled slightly as he looked at the girl. The cloak went all the way down to her ankles, seeming too long. Her red hair swept around in the wind, forming a swirling circle behind her.
He saw so entranced by it that he didn't notice her question.
"Draco?"
"What, Weasley?"
"Ginny. My name's Ginny, not Weasley."
Draco looked at the red sweater she was wearing. "Then what does the 'V' stand for?"
"'V'?" He pointed to her sweater. "Why does it say 'V'?"
"Virginia. Ginny's short for Virginia."
Virginia. The word rang in his mind. Such a beautiful name. Ginny was the name of a child, a little girl, while Virginia was elegant, the name of a lady, a princess. He made up his mind right then to only call Ginny 'Virginia.'
"Is Draco short for anything?"
Draco nodded. "Draconis."
There was a moment of silence.
"What are you doing out here in this weather, Virginia?"
Ginny smiled as her named rolled off Draco's tongue. "I was tired. I needed a break. How about you?"
"Same," Draco smirked. "I had to get away from Pansy. She was driving me insane.
Ginny smiled at the mental image. She looked up at Draco into those icy, grey-blue eyes. The blond hair was perfectly gelled, not a strand was out of place.
"You shouldn't use gel," she said softly, reaching up and feeling a strand of hair. "It probably looks better just normal."
Draco was surprised to see that he didn't feel insulted at all. Normally, he would tell the person to get lost or bugger off, but Virginia... her words were meant kindly, without any trace of venom in it.
"Virginia," Draco said softly. "D-Do you want to come to the Valentine Ball with me?"
Ginny hesitated slightly, and Draco cursed himself for his stupidity. Of course she would refuse, she was a Weasley.
To his surprise, she grinned. "Sure," she said, smiling. She faltered slightly at the troubled look on Draco's face. "Waht's wrong?"
"What will everyone else say?" He asked. "A Malfoy dancing with a Weasley?"
Ginny laughed. "I'm sure they'll all get heart failures. Na, no problem," she said. "Use masks." "Masks?"
"Why not?" she smiled. "No one else will need to know."
Draco smirked, an idea forming in his mind. "Of course," he said. He looked at the time. "It's getting late, Virginia. I'll see you tomorrow at the Valentine Dance, I suppose?"
Ginny smirked back. "Of course," she answered slyly.
"See you tomorrow," Draco said. "I'll meet you at the Astronomy Tower in the evening."
With that, the blond turned and walked away. Ginny realized too late that she still had his cloak.
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