"What do you mean I've killed a part of myself? I'm still alive aren't I, I'm not dead.im."

"Will you calm down!"

"Huh?"

"Calm down, your freaking out! Did that horse scare you? You obviously killed A PART OF yourself. Just A PART. Like your conscious is a part of you, or your self-esteem, you confidence. Those are all parts of yourself. Just because you can't see them, doesn't mean their not a part of you. Now, do you get what I'm saying?"

Ginny was now a little calmer; she doesn't know why they scared her so much.

"But they.and I."

"You're too scared to face it Ginny, I know. You're a smart girl, you can figure this out. You're just too nervous. It's looking at you. right in the face, just look into its eyes, and fight back."

Ginny didn't know what to think. He was giving her advice?

"Just think about it."

He said she was smart? No one has ever told her that before.

'Well if I'm so smart, why am I always the one getting rescued, not the one rescuing myself?'

She pondered this for a while, and looked up. He was gone, and people were staring to come out of their common rooms.

She sighed, and looked at the forest. It was too gone.

Luckily she knew she wasn't crazy. Someone had been there to tell her she wasn't. Someone explained it to her. She could have figured it out, she knew she could have. She was just scared. But he was there to explain everything, to calm her down.he had been there for her. Comforting her in her time of need.

This was not Draco's usual style of approaching these kinds of manners. She figured that he would have just laughed and walked away. Like all the other times before. Something was different about him, but not only the way he acted toward her, but also the way he talked. And the way he was actually becoming mature.

But you could still tell there was a certain part of him that remained. He wasn't one to follow the crowd and suddenly become everyone's favorite pall. But he did want attention.

Draco lived the secret life at home. The way his father spoke to him, the way he was treated. He still doesn't know why Snape had liked him. After all, he is his father's son. Maybe he.and she. weren't the only ones with secrets, hiding in the back of their mind.

Ginny stood on her side of the table, pacing back and fourth. Thinking. Her friends arched her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what was going on.

She finally plopped down on the bench and put her hand to her chin. She saw her friends staring at her.

"What?"

"What are you thinking about Gin?"

"Nothing."

"Well your thinking of something because your head looks like its on fire."

Luna giggled at Amille's joke.

"Ok ok, it is something."

"Well what? We already knew that part!"

"Come on Gin."

""Please"" They both said in unison.

"I'm just thinking. You know, about life, people, things, homewo--"

Amille grabbed her arm and pulled her down.

"OW that hurt!"

"Fire breathing dragon throwing daggers this way!" said in a rushed voice.

Ginny looked back and say Draco looking her way, then Pansy turned his direction.

'What is that girl up to.' she thought.

Everyone started to leave for their classes, and no one paid attention to Pansy drop something into Draco's pocket, just strong enough to hold, and just loosely enough to fall out at the right time.