Chapter 2: Sweet but, sucks

The sun rose on Ginny's eyes and made her wake up. She stretched her arms and yawned hopelessly while looking at the time.

"OH NO!" Ginny screamed as she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She took a 2 minute shower and got dressed. She ran down to the common room and flew out of the door.

She ran as fast as she can! Okay Ginny, almost there, a few steps away ok!!! Almo- Ginny thought but she got cut off by a hard chest that hit her head. Ginny fell down and her books were scattered. Ginny looked up. It was a boy with platinum blonde hair a swirling gray eyes standing right in front of her.

"Malfoy" Ginny mumbled to herself.

"Watch where you're going Weaslette" Draco stated as he scanned her up and down.

Ginny picked up her arm and asked "Aren't you going to help me?"

"Over my dead body" Draco replied.

Draco walked away but slipped on one of Ginny's books and fell right on top of her.

They were face to face, nose to nose, eyes locked to each others how else can I say it?

There books all scattered around, mixed up together, and which is which?

Ginny opened her mouth, but no words came out. Finally, Draco got up and patted his robes. He stretched his arm out and Ginny grabbed it. He pulled her up and started to find his books.

"Thanks, Malfoy" Ginny snapped.

"This is the last time I'm going to help a Weasley" Draco responded. He grabbed his books and left.

Ginny, was in luck. Professor Snape and just took points off the Gryffindor house. Every one else was mad but Ginny was happy she didn't have to spent time with a slimy, dick wad. Ginny was bored, she saw the library, and decided to go there. She sat down and dropped her books on the table. She scanned her text books to see if ever thing was there. She saw a black, leathery book and realized it wasn't hers. On the front it says "My thoughts."

"Malfoy" Ginny mumbled to herself as she flipped through the pages.

"What about Malfoy?" a voice behind her asked. She quickly closed the book and held it tightly against her chest. She turned around to see the cutest boy ever.

"Oh... hi Harry, I didn't see you. I ran into Malfoy today. Anyways how have you been?" Ginny blushed all in one breathe. She always try to hide her crimson face away but, Harry seems to always notice it.

"I've been fine, I'm going to walk around the school, care to join me?" Harry responded.

"Oh, sorry I can't... got to catch up on my studies. See you later?" Ginny asked looking down at her feet.

"See you later" Harry replied as he walked away.

Ginny took the book and started to read it. Ginny wasn't really that nosy but, its Malfoy's, so she didn't care.

She read the first page it read:

Of all the friends I've ever met
your the one I wont for get
and if I die before you do
ill go too heaven and wait for you
ill give the angels back their wings
and risk the loss of every thing
just to prove that I am true

I give my life, and watch over you

Ginny's hear pounded against her chest. She didn't have this feeling. The feeling of lust and hate turning into love and forgiveness. She loved his words, but hated him.

Draco sat on his bed and searched for his thought book.

"Where is it!" he squealed.

Well I woke up, took my books, ran downstairs, and bumped- GINNY! Draco thought as he hit himself in the forehead.

Draco looked on his bed night stand and saw a piece of paper lying on it. He read the front and it said:

To my most precious person

Draco new it was Pansy. So he opened the folded paper and it read:

The moon and the clouds mix together to form a picture,

The moons are your eyes and the clouds are your eye brows,

The stars are the sparkling blue dots that make you complete,

Your lips are the planets, simple and years to set your flag on.

Your cheeks are the midnight light, which lightens up the day.

Your face is the sky that keeps it together.

You mean everything to me.

Always,

Ginny Weasley

Draco was stunned.

"Holy shit!" he screamed to himself.

Draco didn't know what to do. This is Weaslette were talking about here. Why does Draco care? He doesn't care about The Weasels.

"Does this means...... no, it can't be"