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Chapter 3: Age 12
Draco, now a few years older, was writing in his precious notebook. Being a magical notebook, it was able to hold all of his entries, and he had never had to start a new one. He was sitting outside of Flourish and Blotts as he saw the infamous Harry Potter walk in. He tucked the book in his cloak pocket and walked in behind him. Potter immediately began to attract all of the attention that should have been on him, and he sat down on the stairs. He found a good book to look at, and began to tear the pages out of it. He tore as he glared contemptuously at the Famous Boy-Who-Lived. A few minutes later, Potter was on his way back out with the Weasley boys and girl.
"Bet you loved that, Potter." He put down the book and stepped down off the stairway to be eye to eye with the four-eyed hero wannabe. Potter rolled his eyes as Draco sneered. "Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go to a book-signing without making the front page!"
"Leave him alone! He didn't want all that," the Weasley girl stepped in front of Draco. He couldn't help but look her up and down. She still looked very young, and also very short, but Draco could see her potential in the future sense. He did all he could to keep from wishing someone as pretty as that would stand up for him like she was for the Potter freak.
"Well, well, Potter, got yourself a little girlfriend!" he drawled, trying to keep the jealousy from seeping out. They continued bantering for a few minutes, the Weasley boy and the mudblood joining in, until Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy showed up.
Draco looked up at his father and saw Tom Riddle's diary in his pocket before he blacked out. A while later, he regained his mind and saw that his father was pulling him out of the store. The Weasleys, Potter, and the Mudblood still stood , now right outside the store. Draco's look of confusion was not caught by the rest of the group, but Ginny had seen it.
That night, away from everyone else, Ginny found her special gift from Lucius. She began writing in the diary, not about the infamous Potter, not at all. Yes, she did have a huge crush on him, but she already knew everything about him. Her intentions were not to write about her big infatuation. She began writing about the pale, silver haired boy that had stolen her preoccupation for the day.
Dear Diary;
Wow, it feels so odd to write that. Anyway, I don't have many people to talk to, which I'm really hoping to change as I begin my Hogwarts' years. I come from a very large family, with many older brothers, but I'm the only girl and so alone. I'm also so tired of the boys, their goodiness and their sexual frustration. I swear, I never get the bathroom anymore because they're always in there doing...well, I don't really want to think of what their doing.
So instead I'll write about a mystery. Draco Malfoy. He is so angelic, but so evil. I've heard all about his family all my life, as much good as I've heard of Harry, I've heard bad of the Malfoy family.
She stopped writing for a moment to think, but when she looked back, all of the words were gone. In their place was the Malfoy family seal.
"What in the world!" Ginny exclaimed. The ink had begun to change shape again, though. Now it said, "The Malfoy family is dangerous; if I were you, I'd steer clear of all their mysteries. Even in the form of an angelic young boy." Ginny's eyes were wide and her jaw was dropped on the floor.
Somewhere else entirely, in the Malfoy Manor, Draco was pacing his room, his own journal at open on his bed. He had been writing in it for over an hour, recording every detail he could about the day. So far, he still couldn't remember anything that took place during his blackout.
"Who did he give that diary to?" he asked himself. "It had to be a Weasley. It had to be. Or maybe Granger or Potter. No, he wouldn't give it to a mudblood or halfbreed! Which Weasley could have that diary? And why would he give it to a Weasley?!" Draco's mind was racing. He was sure that his father had given that diary to the youngest and only girl, whatever her name was. He couldn't quite remember. He didn't know why, but he couldn't bear the idea of her being hurt! If he had given it to the Weasley boys, he was positive he could scoff and wouldn't be worrying so much, but the girl was something special. She was something, well, as much as he hated to admit it, beautiful. He had written down every facial expression, every word, and every detail of her appearance. He didn't know why he was thinking of this girl so much. She was pretty, yes, but she was no veela. That was given away by that beautiful red hair, which was much darker than the male Weasel's. It had an almost cinnamon look to it, with the dark red roots and streaks of both blondish and lighter brown. He was mesmerized by her deep brown eyes and the few freckles on her nose. She looked so innocent and perfect.
What was this girl doing to him?! Whatever it was, he didn't like it. Suddenly, a house elf walked in.
"Master Draco, Master Malfoy has says now is time for sleep. Early day tomorrow, says he. School starts, says he. Time for sleep, finish up packing, says he." The house elf wobbled a little, hoping he wouldn't hit him.
But Draco was too distracted to inflict pain on the poor elf. He just waved him away, with little less than a thought. He closed the journal and placed it in his carry bag. He stripped down to his silky, green boxers and pulled his king sized comforter over his pale, preteen body. He quickly fell asleep, tired from all the Weasley girl thoughts. Unfortunately, he found his dreams now plagued with the girl.
The next day, most of the Weasley clan and the one Malfoy all arrived on the Hogwarts' express and sighed relief at being back at the castle. The sorting ceremony took place and Ginny, which Draco found was the Weasley's first name, was put in Gryffindor, but only after the hat scrutinized her for over five minutes.
A few times in the first few months of school, Draco would find the Gryffindor alone, and try to understand what he saw in her.
She was sitting outside of the library, scribbling furiously in a little book that looked oddly familiar to him.
"Virginia Weasley. Why would the trio leave such an innocent little girl all alone in the hallway so late?" He stepped up, towering high above her.
"I'm not as innocent as you might think, Malfoy." She finished scribbling, then continued to stare down, as if looking for an answer. A moment later, she closed the book and stood. She smiled at him, searching for some sign of attack.
"Really? Might we want to test that hypothesis?" Draco replied.
"Honestly, I don't have time right now. I must be going. I have..." she paused, looking off to the side a little, "plans, you might say." She giggled a little. "Maybe later though. Meet me in the old arithmancy classroom, in the North Wing." She turned and walked away.
"Weasley? Did you just make a date with me?" Draco asked, a little astonished that this was the same little girl he had met a month ago.
"I have to talk to you. Just be there," she called over her shoulder as she headed away from him. He was sure she was meeting Potter, and thought he might follow her to find out, but then he realized that she was heading away from Gryffindor Tower. He decided he would follow her at that point.
She arrived at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom moments later, with Draco stealthily following behind. He stood with the door cracked only a little, watching as she began hissing. He opened the door a little more before he blacked out.
He regained himself in the old Arithmancy classroom. Ginny was sitting close by.
"Oh, where am I?" Draco moaned. His head was hurting. He couldn't remember why he was there.
"You don't remember?" Ginny asked.
"No, I don't remember anything at all! I never remember anything when I have a blackout!" Draco cried out in anguish.
"Good. You don't need to remember." She wasn't meeting his gaze. She fumbled with her wand, twirling it a little in her hands.
"No, I want to know what happened. I know something did! I don't blackout over nothing!" Draco was yelling now. Ginny stood up. He pushed her back down. "Tell me, Weasel."
"Draco, I can't. You needn't know." Ginny stood again, this time holding her own and refusing to be pushed back down. Draco forced himself to back up. The proximity was too much for him. His thoughts were still centered mostly on her, and he needn't have an actual reason for them to be. He did notice how good she felt against him before he pulled himself away, though. "I must go, now. It's late, and my brother will be wondering where I am." She walked away. "We'll have to reschedule our meeting." She grinned, a twinkle, greatly resembling the Headmaster's own, showed in her eye.
"Whatever, Red." He watched her walk away, frustrated at himself for not being able to remember what happened.
The next time they met was the first time a student was petrified. Draco, still not remembering what had happened, found Ginny sitting two hallways from where the student was found, crying her eyes out.
"Little Weasel, what's wrong?" he asked, astonished at the sympathy oozing from his voice.
"Nothing, go away." She tried to wipe her tears on her robe, but it was already soaked from them. Draco handed her his handkerchief, and she accepted it with caution. "Why are you always wondering about me?" she questioned him.
"I don't." He wasn't sure he wanted her to believe that.
"Yes you do. I see you look at me in the Great Hall, and watch me between classes. It's like you're trying to protect me. Why?" Ginny hadn't seen this. Her diary had told her all this. Her diary was much more observant than she was, and it always told her exactly what she should do about it. It was like her own little advice column writer. It had told her that Potter was nothing earlier on in the year, and had also informed her that she belonged with a Malfoy. She wasn't sure she believed it, but it was fun to play along.
"I don't know. You're something, you know that?" Draco tipped her chin up. "I'm not a sensitive person, Ginny. I don't understand feelings, and I don't like having them. You've intrigued me since the meeting in Diagon Alley. I don't know why, but you're something special to me. I'm not going to deny that."
"Thank you, Draco, for caring. But please, don't. I'm just a tool. I'm nothing at all but a tool," she whispered, detached and through tears, to him. "Oh, merlin! I have to go before they find out! I would go far away if I were you, Draco, really far away." She jumped up and ran to the Gryffindor tower. Draco watched after her, not sure what to do. Had he just admitted to the Weasley how he felt? What was he going to do now? And had he just been turned down?
The next few times they met were in the presence of others, so Draco was his usual cold, hard self. The first time was just a quick little insult game, the second was another blackout.
Draco's mother had sent him a pet, a cat. Actually it was much more a kitten, as it was just taken from its mother. He was watching it scamper around in the hallway on a Hogsmeade weekend as he walked to the Great Hall. He had charmed it so that it couldn't go more than five feet away from him. It was attacking his shoe lace as Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle approached.
"Aw, look! Drakey Wakey has a little kitty cat!" Blaise taunted.
"Get lost Zambini," was Draco's response. Blaise was really the perfect Death Eater, Draco thought as he rolled his eyes. Ginny and Hermione were walking around the corner as Blaise grabbed the kitten. He grabbed his wand and began to charm the kitten into many different animals. He laughed as the cat shrieked with pain. Ginny ran over to get him to stop torturing the little kitten. Blaise aimed a charm at Ginny as Draco blacked out once again.
When he regained himself, he was sitting in his room with a half cat, half chicken, and a sore neck. Gosh, he wished he knew what happened.
Near the end of the year, after many more meetings, and her refusing to tell him what happened each time he blacked out, Draco caught her away from the crowd.
"Ginny," Draco called out. She turned and saw him.
"Draco, Draco, help me!" she cried out, running his way. "He's after me, they're going to get me! You've got to save me!" She had tears in her big brown eyes, and, though he wasn't quite sure what she meant, he was determined to save her.
"Who's after you? What are you talking about?" Draco asked.
"It's Tom Riddle. I had the diary. It talked to me, but it wasn't good. I thought it was good, but it was evil, and it had the soul of Tom Riddle, as a teenager. And now he's out and he's after me! You've got to save me!" She was babbling. All he got out of the babble was Tom Riddle and Diary. That was enough for Draco, though.
"Ginny. I..." he started. "Ginny, run. Get away now. I'll go to Dumbledore. Wherever you go, hide your wand. He can use it against you. Run, Gin, I can't help you." She looked at him with those big brown eyes as his heart broke. He honestly couldn't do anything to help her. He couldn't let them find out about their secret friendship. She'd be killed for sure, and so would he. All he could do was inform Dumbledore.
At that point, Draco blacked out. When he regained himself, the Hogwarts' Express was pulling out and he was on his way home.
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Chapter 3: Age 12
Draco, now a few years older, was writing in his precious notebook. Being a magical notebook, it was able to hold all of his entries, and he had never had to start a new one. He was sitting outside of Flourish and Blotts as he saw the infamous Harry Potter walk in. He tucked the book in his cloak pocket and walked in behind him. Potter immediately began to attract all of the attention that should have been on him, and he sat down on the stairs. He found a good book to look at, and began to tear the pages out of it. He tore as he glared contemptuously at the Famous Boy-Who-Lived. A few minutes later, Potter was on his way back out with the Weasley boys and girl.
"Bet you loved that, Potter." He put down the book and stepped down off the stairway to be eye to eye with the four-eyed hero wannabe. Potter rolled his eyes as Draco sneered. "Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go to a book-signing without making the front page!"
"Leave him alone! He didn't want all that," the Weasley girl stepped in front of Draco. He couldn't help but look her up and down. She still looked very young, and also very short, but Draco could see her potential in the future sense. He did all he could to keep from wishing someone as pretty as that would stand up for him like she was for the Potter freak.
"Well, well, Potter, got yourself a little girlfriend!" he drawled, trying to keep the jealousy from seeping out. They continued bantering for a few minutes, the Weasley boy and the mudblood joining in, until Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy showed up.
Draco looked up at his father and saw Tom Riddle's diary in his pocket before he blacked out. A while later, he regained his mind and saw that his father was pulling him out of the store. The Weasleys, Potter, and the Mudblood still stood , now right outside the store. Draco's look of confusion was not caught by the rest of the group, but Ginny had seen it.
That night, away from everyone else, Ginny found her special gift from Lucius. She began writing in the diary, not about the infamous Potter, not at all. Yes, she did have a huge crush on him, but she already knew everything about him. Her intentions were not to write about her big infatuation. She began writing about the pale, silver haired boy that had stolen her preoccupation for the day.
Dear Diary;
Wow, it feels so odd to write that. Anyway, I don't have many people to talk to, which I'm really hoping to change as I begin my Hogwarts' years. I come from a very large family, with many older brothers, but I'm the only girl and so alone. I'm also so tired of the boys, their goodiness and their sexual frustration. I swear, I never get the bathroom anymore because they're always in there doing...well, I don't really want to think of what their doing.
So instead I'll write about a mystery. Draco Malfoy. He is so angelic, but so evil. I've heard all about his family all my life, as much good as I've heard of Harry, I've heard bad of the Malfoy family.
She stopped writing for a moment to think, but when she looked back, all of the words were gone. In their place was the Malfoy family seal.
"What in the world!" Ginny exclaimed. The ink had begun to change shape again, though. Now it said, "The Malfoy family is dangerous; if I were you, I'd steer clear of all their mysteries. Even in the form of an angelic young boy." Ginny's eyes were wide and her jaw was dropped on the floor.
Somewhere else entirely, in the Malfoy Manor, Draco was pacing his room, his own journal at open on his bed. He had been writing in it for over an hour, recording every detail he could about the day. So far, he still couldn't remember anything that took place during his blackout.
"Who did he give that diary to?" he asked himself. "It had to be a Weasley. It had to be. Or maybe Granger or Potter. No, he wouldn't give it to a mudblood or halfbreed! Which Weasley could have that diary? And why would he give it to a Weasley?!" Draco's mind was racing. He was sure that his father had given that diary to the youngest and only girl, whatever her name was. He couldn't quite remember. He didn't know why, but he couldn't bear the idea of her being hurt! If he had given it to the Weasley boys, he was positive he could scoff and wouldn't be worrying so much, but the girl was something special. She was something, well, as much as he hated to admit it, beautiful. He had written down every facial expression, every word, and every detail of her appearance. He didn't know why he was thinking of this girl so much. She was pretty, yes, but she was no veela. That was given away by that beautiful red hair, which was much darker than the male Weasel's. It had an almost cinnamon look to it, with the dark red roots and streaks of both blondish and lighter brown. He was mesmerized by her deep brown eyes and the few freckles on her nose. She looked so innocent and perfect.
What was this girl doing to him?! Whatever it was, he didn't like it. Suddenly, a house elf walked in.
"Master Draco, Master Malfoy has says now is time for sleep. Early day tomorrow, says he. School starts, says he. Time for sleep, finish up packing, says he." The house elf wobbled a little, hoping he wouldn't hit him.
But Draco was too distracted to inflict pain on the poor elf. He just waved him away, with little less than a thought. He closed the journal and placed it in his carry bag. He stripped down to his silky, green boxers and pulled his king sized comforter over his pale, preteen body. He quickly fell asleep, tired from all the Weasley girl thoughts. Unfortunately, he found his dreams now plagued with the girl.
The next day, most of the Weasley clan and the one Malfoy all arrived on the Hogwarts' express and sighed relief at being back at the castle. The sorting ceremony took place and Ginny, which Draco found was the Weasley's first name, was put in Gryffindor, but only after the hat scrutinized her for over five minutes.
A few times in the first few months of school, Draco would find the Gryffindor alone, and try to understand what he saw in her.
She was sitting outside of the library, scribbling furiously in a little book that looked oddly familiar to him.
"Virginia Weasley. Why would the trio leave such an innocent little girl all alone in the hallway so late?" He stepped up, towering high above her.
"I'm not as innocent as you might think, Malfoy." She finished scribbling, then continued to stare down, as if looking for an answer. A moment later, she closed the book and stood. She smiled at him, searching for some sign of attack.
"Really? Might we want to test that hypothesis?" Draco replied.
"Honestly, I don't have time right now. I must be going. I have..." she paused, looking off to the side a little, "plans, you might say." She giggled a little. "Maybe later though. Meet me in the old arithmancy classroom, in the North Wing." She turned and walked away.
"Weasley? Did you just make a date with me?" Draco asked, a little astonished that this was the same little girl he had met a month ago.
"I have to talk to you. Just be there," she called over her shoulder as she headed away from him. He was sure she was meeting Potter, and thought he might follow her to find out, but then he realized that she was heading away from Gryffindor Tower. He decided he would follow her at that point.
She arrived at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom moments later, with Draco stealthily following behind. He stood with the door cracked only a little, watching as she began hissing. He opened the door a little more before he blacked out.
He regained himself in the old Arithmancy classroom. Ginny was sitting close by.
"Oh, where am I?" Draco moaned. His head was hurting. He couldn't remember why he was there.
"You don't remember?" Ginny asked.
"No, I don't remember anything at all! I never remember anything when I have a blackout!" Draco cried out in anguish.
"Good. You don't need to remember." She wasn't meeting his gaze. She fumbled with her wand, twirling it a little in her hands.
"No, I want to know what happened. I know something did! I don't blackout over nothing!" Draco was yelling now. Ginny stood up. He pushed her back down. "Tell me, Weasel."
"Draco, I can't. You needn't know." Ginny stood again, this time holding her own and refusing to be pushed back down. Draco forced himself to back up. The proximity was too much for him. His thoughts were still centered mostly on her, and he needn't have an actual reason for them to be. He did notice how good she felt against him before he pulled himself away, though. "I must go, now. It's late, and my brother will be wondering where I am." She walked away. "We'll have to reschedule our meeting." She grinned, a twinkle, greatly resembling the Headmaster's own, showed in her eye.
"Whatever, Red." He watched her walk away, frustrated at himself for not being able to remember what happened.
The next time they met was the first time a student was petrified. Draco, still not remembering what had happened, found Ginny sitting two hallways from where the student was found, crying her eyes out.
"Little Weasel, what's wrong?" he asked, astonished at the sympathy oozing from his voice.
"Nothing, go away." She tried to wipe her tears on her robe, but it was already soaked from them. Draco handed her his handkerchief, and she accepted it with caution. "Why are you always wondering about me?" she questioned him.
"I don't." He wasn't sure he wanted her to believe that.
"Yes you do. I see you look at me in the Great Hall, and watch me between classes. It's like you're trying to protect me. Why?" Ginny hadn't seen this. Her diary had told her all this. Her diary was much more observant than she was, and it always told her exactly what she should do about it. It was like her own little advice column writer. It had told her that Potter was nothing earlier on in the year, and had also informed her that she belonged with a Malfoy. She wasn't sure she believed it, but it was fun to play along.
"I don't know. You're something, you know that?" Draco tipped her chin up. "I'm not a sensitive person, Ginny. I don't understand feelings, and I don't like having them. You've intrigued me since the meeting in Diagon Alley. I don't know why, but you're something special to me. I'm not going to deny that."
"Thank you, Draco, for caring. But please, don't. I'm just a tool. I'm nothing at all but a tool," she whispered, detached and through tears, to him. "Oh, merlin! I have to go before they find out! I would go far away if I were you, Draco, really far away." She jumped up and ran to the Gryffindor tower. Draco watched after her, not sure what to do. Had he just admitted to the Weasley how he felt? What was he going to do now? And had he just been turned down?
The next few times they met were in the presence of others, so Draco was his usual cold, hard self. The first time was just a quick little insult game, the second was another blackout.
Draco's mother had sent him a pet, a cat. Actually it was much more a kitten, as it was just taken from its mother. He was watching it scamper around in the hallway on a Hogsmeade weekend as he walked to the Great Hall. He had charmed it so that it couldn't go more than five feet away from him. It was attacking his shoe lace as Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle approached.
"Aw, look! Drakey Wakey has a little kitty cat!" Blaise taunted.
"Get lost Zambini," was Draco's response. Blaise was really the perfect Death Eater, Draco thought as he rolled his eyes. Ginny and Hermione were walking around the corner as Blaise grabbed the kitten. He grabbed his wand and began to charm the kitten into many different animals. He laughed as the cat shrieked with pain. Ginny ran over to get him to stop torturing the little kitten. Blaise aimed a charm at Ginny as Draco blacked out once again.
When he regained himself, he was sitting in his room with a half cat, half chicken, and a sore neck. Gosh, he wished he knew what happened.
Near the end of the year, after many more meetings, and her refusing to tell him what happened each time he blacked out, Draco caught her away from the crowd.
"Ginny," Draco called out. She turned and saw him.
"Draco, Draco, help me!" she cried out, running his way. "He's after me, they're going to get me! You've got to save me!" She had tears in her big brown eyes, and, though he wasn't quite sure what she meant, he was determined to save her.
"Who's after you? What are you talking about?" Draco asked.
"It's Tom Riddle. I had the diary. It talked to me, but it wasn't good. I thought it was good, but it was evil, and it had the soul of Tom Riddle, as a teenager. And now he's out and he's after me! You've got to save me!" She was babbling. All he got out of the babble was Tom Riddle and Diary. That was enough for Draco, though.
"Ginny. I..." he started. "Ginny, run. Get away now. I'll go to Dumbledore. Wherever you go, hide your wand. He can use it against you. Run, Gin, I can't help you." She looked at him with those big brown eyes as his heart broke. He honestly couldn't do anything to help her. He couldn't let them find out about their secret friendship. She'd be killed for sure, and so would he. All he could do was inform Dumbledore.
At that point, Draco blacked out. When he regained himself, the Hogwarts' Express was pulling out and he was on his way home.