Chapter 5
"Yes. I am destined to become a death eater." Draco said this with an edge in his voice
that sent a chill down her spine.
She didn't know why she was surprised. All her life she knew Malfoys as servants of
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She knew Draco was supposed to be just like his father,
ever since he was a little boy. The first time she saw him he was leading around Crabbe
and Goyle in the Ministry corridors. He was making fun of a witch who she'd just heard
his father talking about. He was just like him.
Then, in Florish and Blotts when they were older, he sounded just like his father, and
looked like him as well. Was it a surprise that he was going to become a death eater just
like his father? No, not at all.
Ginny looked at him again. "Do you want to be a death eater?"
Draco looked down, watching the leaving couples stroll by under the balcony. He
didn't want to become one. He didn't want to be like his father, but how was he to
explain everything to her with out revealing things he would never tell? Oh well, this was
his chance to be free from everything.
"No, Gin, I don't. I don't want to follow the ravings of a madman, I don't want to kill
innocent people just because they weren't born in the right families. I don't want to
torture the world."
Ginny looked at him with knowing eyes, even though Draco knew she could never
understand the pain he went through. She could never know the way he felt and his inner
turmoil. She wasn't that good. She couldn't be.
"You know I could never understand what it feels like to be in your position exactly,
but I can understand how it feels to be expected to follow in people's footsteps." Ginny
took a deep breath and began to go on, "All my brothers have done so much. They've
all done something to live up to. Even Percy, the traitor he was. Being the only girl I'm
also expected to do more. Every year when I come home without a boyfriend my mom is
always so disappointed. She expects me to be married right after I graduate Hogwarts.
I'm also expected to excel in my school work. And they were so disappointed when I
became seeker last year when Harry couldn't. Apparently it wasn't my place as a girl to
excel in Quidditch. After first year I was alone. I was tortured by the memories of Tom
Riddle. I trusted him and he made me do awful things. Every one treated me like a freak
after that. It was horrible. That with the pressure caused me to attempt suicide.
Once in a great while I realize that I'm not that girl anymore, and I reveal the scars to
remind myself of how far I've come. It's the only way I can get through with myself
some days, you know what I mean?"
Draco stood there in awe. This girl had just revealed probably half her life to him. She
barely even knew him. He looked into her eyes and saw the sweetest soul he'd ever seen.
Not that he'd seen many souls before. He lifted up his sleeves to reveal all of the scars on
his arms. They were about as bad as hers were. She took his hand and led him through the
Great Hall and up the stairs until they got to the 7th floor. She opened the Room of
Requirements, with the thought in her head "I need a room like mine." The room looked
exactly like hers. She sat on the bed and invited him to sit on the couch.
"Spill." she said.
He looked at her and could almost cry with the way she looked as if
he was the one she had been waiting for to be a true friend. He felt like
he could trust her, a feeling he never expierianced before. He was
ready to open up. He was ready to let her know him.