Draco woke up early the next morning.
He moved carefully through his head boy's room getting ready for the day. He dressed in his traditional dark green cloak and robes that fastened with silver snakes.
The clock read seven thirty as he grabbed the potion and left his room to walk down to the Slytherin common room.
Draco groaned as he peeked around into the common room and saw Pansy waiting for him. As long as she did not try to go with him he should not have any problem.
"It is meant to be today," Pansy asked noting the vial in his hand.
Draco nodded to her as he stooped to gather his bag and one of his books. He stowed the potion in the side pocket before tossing it over his shoulder and left the common room.
Draco walked until he came to a brightly lit and cheerful passage with many paintings of fruits and vegetables. Draco grimaced. He much preferred the darkness of the dungeons to this place. This place made him feel slightly nauseous.
Draco continued down the insanely cheerful passage until he came to a large painting of fruit. Draco reached up and began to tickle the green pear. It began to make a soft noise. The pear giggled then and it revealed the door knob.
Draco entered the kitchen and instantly an elf was next to him.
"Master," it spoke in a high pitched voice as it bowed low to the ground, "What may I get for you, sir?"
"May I please have some tea?" Draco asked politely and within seconds three elves appeared with tea and a pitcher of cream as well as a small container of sugar. A plate sat on the tray with a scone with butter and orange marmalade on it.
The elf who had been speaking waved its hand and a small circular table with a solid white satin sheet upon it appeared with a cushioned chair.
The elves who had been carrying the tea tray walked over and placed it on the table while the other elf pulled the chair out.
Draco smiled as he walked over to the table, "Thank you."
"If you needs anything master, just call Blinky's name sir, and I's will come and see to it," the elf said bowing as it backed away.
"Of course," Draco answered adding a bit of cream to the tea as he looked around.
Four tables were positioned in exactly the same places as the tables above in the great hall and a huge fireplace was at one end. His eyes began to scan the Gryffindor table until he came to end looking for the spot where the Weaselette sat as he took a bite out of his biscuit.
Draco finished his biscuit and tea and grabbed his bag as he rose to his feet removing the potion from the pocket. He saw no one around.
Draco crept towards the Gryffindor table unaware of the tennis ball shaped green eyes watching his every move.
Draco spotted the goblet and it was filled with pumpkin juice already. He took the vial removing the stopper and poured it into the goblet that was at the place where the Weaselette always sat.
Draco smirked as he slipped out of the kitchen. He ran down the hall as fast as he could afraid of losing the food he had just eaten if he stayed in the cheerful place any longer than necessary. He paused in the shadows under the stairs before going upstairs to catch his breath so he would not appear to any of the teachers as if he had been up to anything.
While he was waiting a group of Hufflepuff sixth year girls walked by on their way upstairs.
"I love the new head-boy, Draco Malfoy," a pretty blonde girl with soft light brown eyes said with a giggle.
"Yeah! He is hottest guy in the whole school," a brunette with big olive green eyes said in reverence. "I don't think he is going out with anyone. Is he?"
"I am pretty sure he isn't. Maybe one of us should ask him to go to Hogsmeade with them this coming weekend," a red-head with pale icy blue eyes said.
Draco smirked pondering whether or not he should step out of his hiding place and let them know the object of their affections had just heard all of what they had just said. Draco decided not to. He decided he would just mess with their heads instead.
As soon as they were a good way up the stairs in front of him, Draco started up the stairs as well. When he reached the entrance hall he spotted the girls who had been talking about him without knowing he was watching and listening to them.
Draco smirked as he strutted a little faster to catch up to the Hufflepuffs.
Draco turned and he saw them all watching him. He flashed them his trademark smirk and winked. His smirk only grew bigger when he heard them gasp and squeal at what he had just done. He reigned in his joy.
He strutted into the great hall with all the grace and dignity that he as the Slytherin Prince possessed. He strutted to the Slytherin table. Not before carefully throwing a few glances at quite a few of the girls in Ravenclaw and a few more Hufflepuffs. He got quite a few squeals and lots of giggling. His day was starting out in a very promising way. I have to do this more often Draco decided. He only wished he could have seen the weaselette. He would have enjoyed seeing her reaction to him.
NO! NO! NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS! He did NOT want a Weasley to like him. He did NOT like the Weaselette! Draco knew he was in denial. He had thought she was attractive until he found out who she was. He had often found himself watching her as he had all of his classes with her. She was one of the most talented witches he had ever seen. He could see how she had been moved ahead a year. Beautiful and Smart! STOP THINKING LIKE THAT DRACO! He chastised himself.
Ginny stood in the middle of the Animagus Transfiguration classroom. What was she doing here?
Someone came up behind her and covered her eyes, "Guess who?" a wonderful sensual voice asked.
"I do not know," Ginny said grinning as she thought of who this wonderful boy might be. She would know soon.
"Your boyfriend perhaps?" the voice asked with amusement.
Ginny giggled as she turned in the boys arms and wrapped her arms around his neck placing a kiss on his cheek. He buried his hand in her hair running his fingers through to the very end. He sighed before leaning down and kissing Ginny softly on the mouth briefly.
Ginny tugged him down and kissed his cheeks all over.
The boy turned to two of the desks in the room and waved his wand at them. They turned into long leather couches. He took her hand and led her to them. She sat on one while he stretched out completely across the other.
"Well Gin, how has your day been?" he asked softly turning his head to look at her.
"Pretty good, Malfoy only insulted my family once and it was not even to me. I still found it rather offensive but just not quite as much as when he says something directly to me. I wish he would stop antagonizing Harry though. Harry never does anything but Malfoy is constantly at his throat."
"Draco and Potter have a pretty old rivalry, ever since they were on the train there first year. Plus they play against each other in Quidditch. They are in completely opposing houses. Usually Gryffindors and Slytherins...well they just don't mix well...which is what makes us a unique couple. We see past all the house rivalry when it comes to each other and we see each other for who we are rather than what house we are in."
"I suppose you are right," Ginny responded sullenly. "Why won't you tell me who you are?"
"Ginny please," he responded sadly. "Please stop asking me to tell you who I am, I will tell you when I am ready. I just want to be sure everything is right. I got something for you though."
"You shouldn't have," Ginny said sitting up straight as a small box was now sitting in his hand and he held it out to her indicating that she should take it.
"I wanted to get you something though and it is not like I can't afford it. I have never had someone I wanted to spend my money on before so please let me." He pleaded with her sincerely.
"Alright," Ginny told him soothingly, "but now I feel as if I should get you something."
"Nonsense," he replied handing her the box.
Ginny took it and opened it carefully. Inside was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. A pale light shone through the locket. A small silver lion head shaped locket with a silver chain. She felt it. It was wonderful. She could feel its eyes and nose and even small line carved in meant to be hairs in its mane and tiny little ears.
"Oh," she gasped happily picking it up. "You got this just for me?"
"Yes," he responded sounding pleased that she adored his present. "Open it."
Ginny opened it and a light shone up from it forming a blurry picture and it played the most beautiful song she had ever heard. She fawned over the beautiful gift for several minutes before she shut the locket and found the clasp and unfastened it.
"Put it on me," Ginny told him as she handed him the necklace and turned so her back was to him.
"Alright," he said softly and he pulled her hair back from in her face and he moved the hand that held the locket around her shoulder and used his other hand to take the other part of the chain. He pulled it back and fastened it behind her neck. He pulled her hair out of the way so it lay on top of the chain. "When I am ready for you to know who I am the picture will be clear and you will be able to see who I am. It will play through and you will be able to see all that I have put in there. All the memories I want to share with you. The song is the Phoenix song."
"Thank you so much," Ginny cried throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tight.
"Anything for you," he told her pulling her back into his chest and kissing her cheek and batting his eye lashes against it.
He released her moments later and fell back on the couch again. Ginny leaned back and they just sat there for a while just enjoying the others company.
"Hey," Ginny called softly after fifteen to twenty minutes.
He did not answer. Okay. Ginny thought sitting up and leaning forward.
Should I really be doing this? I mean he told me I would know who he was when the time was right. It just feels so wrong to go behind his back this way. This was what was going through Ginny's mind as she pulled out her wand and held it over towards his face. She had every right to know who her boyfriend was. Who the guy was that she had been sneaking out of her dorm to see was, right? Hermione thought it would be best for her to know who she was seeing but Hermione did not know anything of this. She had never been through this...but what if Hermione was right...What if it was someone truly awful that she had been sneaking around after hours to see? What if it was someone who might only be using her? Yet she knew in her heart that whoever it was she had been with for these past few months they would never intentionally use her. They would never hurt her purposely. But she had to know who it was. She just had to know if it was someone she could trust. She already felt that she trusted him now though so did it really make any difference who he was?
But she had to know who it was so without delaying any longer she whispered, "Lumos."
A light appeared at the end of her wand and she found herself staring at the face of an angel. Ginny could hardly believe her eyes. His soft blonde hair was tousled and a few strands hung in his face. While sleeping he looked so innocent and sweet. Ginny soon found herself on her knees next to the sleeping form of her boyfriend. She found herself reaching out and pushing his hair back softly. Then she began to trace his jaw line.
As soon as Ginny touched his jaw, his eyes burst open.
He sprang to his feet.
"I told you not to try to see me. How can you love me when you can not trust me? Now I can see where your trust truly lies. We shall not see each other again," he cried as he ran from the room after casting a spell of invisibility over himself.
Ginny chased after him.
"WAIT!" Ginny called running after him. She could hear him running down the hall and followed the sound racing along as fast as she could but he was in much better condition. "Stop!"
Ginny heard fast feet moving down the stairs and she moved after them. But she forgot about the very middle stair. It was a quick stair. It sucked your foot in. Her foot got caught and she fell down onto the stairs but the stair at least kept her from falling any further.
She could hear sobs and feet scampering down the dungeon stairs.
Ginny felt hot tears sting her eyes and they began to roll down her cheeks flowing as if to never stop.
Ginny woke with a start. She raised her hand to her cheeks and she felt moisture. That dream had felt so real. She could remember every detail. The only thing she did not know was who the boy had been. His face had been blurred as soon as she awoke finally melting away so she could remember nothing of him but soft hair that she had felt.
Ginny pondered the dream the whole time she spent getting ready and was still thinking about it as she walked down to the great hall.
Ginny sat down at her usual spot at the end of the table.
Ginny got some fresh toast and sausage and put it on her plate. She took a bite of toast and picked up her goblet and took a huge gulp of pumpkin juice.