(A/N: I don't know how many more chapters this story will have…I'm thinking two. It's just that I started it so long ago and I've kinda lost inspiration. Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I fully intend to continue writing DG fics, but this one's coming to an end. I hope it's cool with you guys. Well, on with the show =D)
"Draco!" A sweet voice whispered harshly. He felt his cloak being pulled over behind a large vase with an enourmous jungle-like plant Dumbledore obviously thought was attractive. It wasn't. Draco looked around bewildered for a moment before seeing Ginny Weasley standing meekly before him.
"What is it?" he asked, sounding somewhat concerned. The previous night, he and Ginny had met in the astronomy tower and talked about their lives: the good, the bad, their aspirations, their dreams…everything. Draco had spilled his heart out to one of his supposed most bitter enemies. He'd told her about the Death Eater situation and about how he was in league with Dumbledore as a spy for the Order. He told her about how his childhood hadn't been full of beatings, yet there weren't bundles of love to be wrapped up in. His childhood was just…his childhood. He was spoiled and got what he wanted. That was that. He supposed his parents loved him; they certainly got defensive of him when he was threatened. They just weren't all that good at showing how they felt. At least, that was the conviction he had held and gripped to tightly for so many years of his life.
Ginny spoke of how her life had been full of love and promise, but love and a few times, negligence. She was the youngest child. They all wanted to protect her, but didn't care what she thought. She got only hand-me-downs if she didn't buy her own clothes. She'd never had a pet in her life nor a new broomstick. Her wand was pretty much the only knew thing she had.
They had felt sympathy for one another, but also knew they would never know the others pain; Draco never lacking in materialistic things but always left wanton of love, Ginny needing some materialistic things (not many, just some, mind you) and always allotted with more love than she could handle.
Yet here they stood, her shifting nervously from foot to foot, he acting casually and trying to calm his racing heart. "I…" she began. "I just wanted…" Her face flushed prettily and he couldn't help but smile at her adorable features. True, she was not the drop-dead gorgeous beauty queens that girls like Padma and Lavender were, but she was lovely in herself, with a girl-next-door beauty to her; in many ways, he found that more attractive than the typical sluttish appearances of most girls at the school. She wasn't a bookworm like Granger, but wasn't overdone and obviously didn't spend three hours getting ready in the morning. Her striking auburn hair was lightened with golden streaks today and she was dashed with some light make-up. Even her black robes looked pretty on her. She tensed when she realized he was giving her a once-over. He winced, expecting a smack, but was startled to find her blush deepening and her hands shaking slightly. She mumbled something that sounded like 'Never mind' and scurried off.
That was odd, Draco thought to himself. She was just acting like she always did back in her first year when she…liked…Potter…The thoughts slowly put themselves together and for once, Draco found his mind a blank. Sure, she had kissed him and even flirted a bit; sure she had often talked to him. But a girl actually liking him? For who he was and not for his money or looks? That was almost…correction, that wasn't almost unheard of, that was unheard of!
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Ginny sat in her dorm, shaking her head. She'd just made a complete idiot of herself! She grabbed a pillow and covered her mouth, then screamed as loud as she could. She flopped back onto her bed, the soft pillow still covering her face. She groaned and pulled the pillow from her face.
I thought I'd gotten over my 'awkwardness around boys' phase, she thought, depressed. She got up and walked over to her dress, stroking the fabric, thinking about the Masquerade. She and Draco had finished their detentions together. There had been several things to do, things that hadn't made sense at all but obviously related to the dance. Dumbledore had only given them small tasks so they wouldn't truly know what was going on there or what it would all look like. She sighed. Three more days until the dance. She simply couldn't wait. She held the dress to her and twirled around a bit before handing it up again. She slowly opened a small wooden box that her mother had sent her. Within was a perfect mask that would cover half of her face; it was white and covered in sleek, smooth feathers. The feathers that encircled each eye worked like a wing, beginning with the soft down feathers along the center, and then slowly spreading out to primary feathers, followed by secondary, flight feathers. She held it gently to her face and looked in the mirror. Perfect.
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((A/N: Sorry for such a short chappie, like I side, low on inspiration…damn muse…anyways, I'll update soon!))