A Story Of Woe

Chapter 1 – Staring Contest

Summary: If you told anyone about him&her being together.. they would've laughed. But it was inevitable. Fate was about to take it's toll.

Disclaimer: Ahh, yes.. you know the drill.. I don't own this.. blah blah blah..

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Ginny slowed her pace towards her Potions class, pondering on what just bloody happened. 'Did Malfoy, that manipulative, bastard of a tard, just HELP ME?' she questioned herself out loud. Coming to a realization, she chuckled, and then slowly started laughing so loud it was sounded like she was bawling, and right in the middle of the hallway! But then again, everyone was at breakfast. 'Hah, I get it.. it's just one of his few games he plays when he wants something. And I swear to Goddess, if it's sex.." she stopped the sentence there, she didn't even want to think about it.

But there was something about the guy that drew her to him. What was it..? His.. eyes.. yeah. That's what it was.. those stormy gray eyes that seemed to change with the seasons.. she now noticed that at times they'd be hard and blank, like granite, then they would change into the color of a foggy cloud, misty and unsettled, and then they would change to silver, metallic and suspicious. But there was something else.. something that made him seem so very fascinating to her, like no one else had made her feel when she looked into those hard, silver eyes.

She shook her head.. what was this? He was a Malfoy.. she was a Weasley, those two names were NEVER mentioned in the same sentence. Never. Ever since.. well, Ginny thought.. since forever, now that she came to think of it. Ginny could never remembered a time where her father didn't come home bellowing about trouble from the Death Eaters, or the Malfoys, to be specific.

'Whatever' she thought, while her eyes became emotionless again. Ginny had become quite talented in closing up her feelings towards the world, which always seemed to be against her. But she knew she wasn't always like that.. even before she started cutting herself, Ginny knew she should've backed out and tried to live a new life. But that was just to fucking hard. To start over.. with her small, tiny mindset.. it was impossible.

Reminded of her self mutilation days.. she rolled up her sleeves and felt her scars. Oh, how they brought back such harsh and painful memories. She had started cutting herself back in her 3rd year, and stopped just a while ago. Her 3rd year was when the depression just became too much for the 14 year old. That was when the pressure was much worse.. all her roommates had serious boyfriends.. weight issues came into play.. and worst of all, Ginny still didn't have a best friend like everyone else seemed to have. 'Wait', Ginny thought, stopping in her tracks. When she came to think of it, Draco didn't seem to have a best friend, if you don't could his annoying Slytherin fan-club-put-into-one-person, Pansy. And he didn't seem to care.. but then again, she though... he didn't seem to care about anything at all. She chuckled once again.

Ginny took a look in her watch and was glad she arrived at her Potions early, but was soon disappointed when she found that the door was locked. 'Blasted Snape,' she fiercely thought. "Oh well", Ginny muttered, as she slumped by the door.

She was soon about to fall asleep on the door when she heard that menacing voice above her growling, "So, Weasley, we cross paths, again, aye?"

'Malfoy' she thought immediately. She knew it was him, the polished black shoes, and the billowing of the robes. And of course, the very recognizable Malfoy voice. Sighing, she looked up and said, "Yes, Draco?" with no hint of emotion.

In the back of his head, Draco shuddered at Ginny's voice. It sounded a lot like a robot's, quite plain and with no expression. But he pushed the feeling away and placed a smirk on his face and exclaimed, "Hey wait, Weasley, what gave you the impression that you could call me DRACO?"

As plain as before, Ginny replied, while smoothing her hair and getting up onto her feet, "Well, Draco, that IS your name, right?" And with that she stared into his misty eyes, hers being as blank as before.

Draco was at a dead end, he didn't know one bit on how to talk to this girl. And, to think of it, he was the very guy that got countless girls into his bed every year! And the staring.. it just freaked him out, "Well, yes, but I didn't give you permission to call me by my name.." his voice trailed off.

"Well, that's nice, "Ginny replied as-a-matter-of-factly. She broke off the stare, and just then, Snape appeared right on time, opening the door, saying, "Why, Draco! And with Weasley. Well, get in class, already!"

Ginny didn't have to be told twice. Snape walked leisurely back into the class, and so did Ginny, but as Draco was about to stop her, when she stopped in her tracks, turned on her heel and firmly said to the Slytherin, "We need to talk. Meet me at the Quidditch field at midnight, tonight." And leaving the surprised and shocked face of Draco outside the Potions class, Ginny smoothly turned around and walked back into the room.

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A/N: oo0o0o0oo0.. now what? Welps, reviews, PLEASE? Haha, well.. more drama later.. I know this story is going slow, but please bear with me!