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Chapter 5
Lost: Rational Thought
Disbelief. Utter and complete disbelief. That was the extent of Draco Malfoy's brain capacity for the next 10 minutes. He stood, rooted to the spot, and afraid to think what 'worthy adversary' might mean for fear that his brain would explode. Slowly he began filtering through the tirade of questions and denials and jubilations and guilt and disgust and euphoria and more questions rampaging in his head until he came to one indecisive thought. She likes me? Draco didn't want to believe it because it meant so many things, good and bad. Why couldn't she have picked some other jerk to be her bloody worthy adversary!? Why me, damnit!? Draco suddenly realized that his vegetable-like state of the past quarter hour had started to worry the bystanders. Collecting his candy quickly from where it had fallen during the scuffle, Draco hurried away from the busy village and didn't stop until he was safe back at Hogwarts.
This psychologically healthy train of thought might have continued if the first person he saw upon entering the Great Hall hadn't been Ginny Weasley. What the hell!!!! Do I have some subconscious tracking device on this girl or is my luck really that shitty? I hope it's shitty luck, not that that's much better. She must have been so stressed out by our verbal bashing session that she wanted to come back too. Figures. Draco stealthily sneaked around the Gryffindor table, not wanting to provoke this crimson lioness into attacking again. His stealth was wasted however because at the moment, Ginny was deeply involved in writing something and listening very intently to her magical discman. (A/N: yes, it's magical. reg. electronics don't work there, remember! J.K. should really write Hogwarts. A History after she's finished the series) Ginny was tuning out everything around her, a fact Draco sheepishly noticed when Ginny started singing along in a soft, fairly pretty, voice. He edged closer, not wanting to be seen but also wanting to hear.
If you only knew
The words I said were true
They've been inside my head awhile
I'm sorry they missed you
Draco stealthily sneaked back around the table Ginny was sitting at so he could see her face. He watched her as she bobbed her head along to the music, her nose crinkled in concentration on the project in front of her. A small smile creeped over Draco's face.
And if you only know
The words you want to hear
You'll never know my heart
You'll never know my tears!
As the smile grew more noticeable on Draco's face, he became more aware of other people in the Hall. There weren't too many, most were still at Hogsmeade, but how would it look? A Malfoy smiling, not smirking, but smiling, and at a Weasley!?
Words will often change
But what I said remains
It's spun inside my head awhile
And it's sounding all the same
Draco asked a passing elf for hot cocoa and sat himself at the table directly behind her. He could still hear her singing and catch a glimpse of her swaying form in the corner of his eye. He listened to her sing along and sipped his cocoa quietly.
I never thought I'd see, see myself this way
Running out of words, with nothing left
I've mixed and matched these words
a thousand times inside my head,
Inside my heart there's never been
Inside my heart there's never been
More to say!
As Draco listened to her sultry voice the rational thinking completely left him. Do I like her? Why? No, I know why. How? I don't know how, I blame that damn journal. I was completely happy in my ignorance you know! Ok, so do I tell her? Tell her what, that I like her? That I stole her journal and haven't given it back even though she's searching for it because I wanted to read her stupid, sappy love poems? Ugh. Well I'm going to have to do something, eventually.
I'm speechless
I'm speechless
It never comes out right
No, It never comes out right
I'm speechless
I'm speechless
In my heart there's never been more to say
As Ginny's voice faded into the background, Draco turned and watched her swaying hips as she walked away, discman in one hand, a stack of papers and Spell-o-Tape in the other. I wonder what she was working on? After letting a fair distance grow between them, Draco stood and followed the enticing form. Draco's question was answered when he passed the first bulletin board. One flyer stated simply:
Lost: A pink and purple journal of personal value
If found, please contact Ginny Weasley
She's posted signs about the journal? You'd think she would be worried that whoever found it would read it. well I guess she's counting on the vague description of the guy and also the massive improbability anyone would even consider me as a candidate. Hell, it took me four days and a huge hint to figure it out and they were about me! Draco grabbed the flyer from the wall and proceeded to his dormitory. Pulling the pink journal from its hiding place under his mattress, he contemplated its usefulness. Draco spent the rest of the afternoon drafting, writing, and rewriting. When he was satisfied he went down to the owlery to borrow a school owl, attached a short note, and returned to his room; making final preparations for the night.
A/N: sorry for the sucky ending but I couldn't give too much away, especially since I have no idea what I'm going to do! Any suggestions you guys have as to how he can anonymously woo Ginny would be fantastic!!! Thanx again to all my faithful reviewers, keep reading and reviewing because it makes my happy. Even the mean ones make me happy (sorta), cuz they tell me what to fix! oh, I almost forgot, the song Ginny was singing is "Speechless" by Snax. Luv you all!!!!!