A Broken Rose
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Ginny closed her eyes as she sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall for breakfast. She could feel him again, his eyes on her, studying her every feature. He was always closer to her in public places like this, as if he were a student. That was another thing Ginny was unsure about: whether or not he were student or spirit. She didn't know. He couldn't be a student, she had decided, since then he wouldn't be able to be with her in classes, because for sure she wouldn't have all of her classes with him. But then again, he could be a student, just thinking about her rather intensely so she could feel it...all the time. She shivered, opening her eyes and looking around.
Her eyes strayed over to the Slytherin table, the blue orbs scanning for a familiar face, even though Ginny didn't know any one there. It was times like these she scared herself. She would look over to the Slytherin table, searching for a familiar face, even though Ginny barely even knew half of the Slytherins' names. There was one she knew. Draco Malfoy. She grimaced, remembering the dreadful stories her brother had told her about this particular Slytherin, who was said to be the nastiest of the nastiest. He was staring down at his uneaten breakfast, his chin supported in his cupped hand, and his silver blonde hair falling into his face. Maybe his personality was nasty, Ginny decided, but his appearance wasn't. He looked the epitome of an angel. Beautiful. He was beautiful.
And then he looked up at her, and Ginny was compelled to blush. After all she had been caught in the act, staring-goggling- over him. 'Oh god,' she thought, looking away. Slowly, feeling his eyes boring holes in her back-strangely familiar holes- Ginny got up, grabbing her knapsack and slinging it over one shoulder. She fled.
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Draco could have smiled. He had caught her staring at him. The look of concentration he had seen on her face would have been enough to melt him, if she had not moved away so fast. He would give anything to find out what she had been thinking as she looked at him. Lord, he would have given his life. For once, he would have even smiled her brother. He smirked, picking up a piece of toast in his plate and taking a huge bite out of it. He dropped the toast back into place, getting up and gathering his things. He headed to the library for some early morning studying before classes, secretly hoping in the back of his mind that he might see her along the way.
Truth was, Draco never did stop thinking about her. Whenever he could, he would look at her, make sure everything with her was fine. But he was always thinking of her in a way he had never thought of any other girl. She was the cloth that held the seams of his life together, she meant so much to him, even though he knew only a few things about her. It was so hard to explain what he felt about her. He barely knew her, but he needed her. He needed her to keep him from falling apart. From breaking down. Just seeing her, always so happy, so simple...even after everything she had been through...he was...drawn towards her for that.
Sighing, Draco settled himself down in a chair in the library, pulling out a book and propping it in front of him. No matter what he did, she was always there, brooding in the back of his mind. Over these years some part of her had, unknowingly to them both, migrated to the back of Draco's head, just like some part of him had migrated to her. That was why he was always thinking of her. Even when he was studying or focused on something, some part of his mind was still on her...was always on her.
Just when Draco was getting into the book, he heard a voice, directed at him. It was a voice he had listened to and memorized for the past two years. It was a voice that made his heart beat at twice its normal rate, and his palms go cold. It was her voice.
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"Are you really as nasty as they say you are?" Ginny produced quietly from behind the silver-blonde haired boy, undoubtedly Malfoy. She didn't know why she was doing this. She didn't know why she was talking to him, or even this close to him. He didn't know her, she didn't know him, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to know him. All she knew was that Ron had a way of exagerrating certain things. She just wanted to find out if Malfoy was one of them.
Or did she?
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Draco felt all the blood rush to his naturally pale face. Slowly he forced it down, before turning to her. He almost gasped at coming face to face with Miss Ginny Weasley, the girl he so treasured. He found his voice caught in his throat, he was unable to speak. He was...nervous. Her red hair was wild, half-wavey half-stick straight, falling around her pale face, which was lightly dusted with those precious cinnamon freckles.
Draco so wanted to get up and lean in close to her, use his long fingers to count every freckle on her face, then in turn to kiss them, to tell her how much he loved her, and how much he loved her freckles, and how he had daydreamed of counting each freckle on her body, even is those extra private places, and one by one giving them butterfly kisses...
'Get your mind out of the gutter,' he told himself mentally. "So...?" she still seemed intent on getting an answer from him. Draco watched as she approached him, taking a seat next to him, shifting the chair so that their knees wouldn't touch. She turned to face him. "So are you?" she asked again, looking at him intently.
"Uh..." Draco produced, "I'm...I never gave you permission to sit with me." 'Oh, nice,' a voice in his mind mocked him, 'Smooth, real smooth, Draco. She'll be jumping into your arms any minute now.'
She rolled her eyes, her mouth twisting into a small smile at the same time. "I never asked for it," she retorted softly. 'Oh god,' his mind said, sensing his excitement before even he could process it, 'Is she flirting with you?'
Draco managed a small growl at her, too caught up in watching the way her small pink tongue snaked out of her mouth, licking her pink lips...
Draco nibbled those lips, gently, enjoying her taste, enjoying his taste on her lips. Lord she tasted like him...He opened his eyes, and smirked against her mouth as he watched her eyelashes flutter, and her brow crease slightly...
"You don't talk much, do you?" she asked again, leaning forward. Draco's stomach flipped and he did a double take. She was getting too close. He moved away, getting up, and half-running half-walking out of the library. 'Oh god, oh god,' he kept repeating in his head. Had he just run from a girl? That girl in particular. He let his heart beat settle. He wasn't afraid of her. He was afraid of what she did to him. She made him feel things he had never felt before, made him feel like the awkward teenage boy he was, but so desperately tried to hide. He took a deep breath and checked his watch.
"Shit," he muttered. He was late for Transfiguration. McGonagal was going to kill him. He passed the entrance of the library once more, looking in and seeing her looking out. At him. He walked a bit faster.
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What in the name of Merlin had that been? Not only had she flirted with Draco Malfoy, but he had run away from her! Was she that unattractive? Ginny sighed and leaned back in her chair. Oh, but he was cute. With those grey, grey eyes, all the colors of a typical rainy London morning. Not only that but...Ginny had felt completely comfortable with him. She had felt safe, she had felt loved...she had felt watched over. Watched over by him.
Ginny didn't know what had compelled her to do it. To flirt with him. Maybe it was the fact that she was drawn to him, not just the attraction she knew was there. She had just seen him there, quietly reading, looking so lonely. And she had just known what to do. She had just known that it was know or never, that every other time after this Ron would try to stop her...unless she just did it this once...her way would be cleared. For what she didn't know. That was the confusing part. Heck, everything was the confusing part. She had just had a freeking conversation with the Slytherin Prince! Not only that, but she'd managed to flirt with him! Shaking her head, Ginny got up. She didn't know what in the name of god she had just done, but she hoped that it was for the better.
Author's Note: Wow guys! The response to the first chapter was enormous, by my terms. Usually I only get one or two reviews per chapter. I mean, that was great! Thanks so much I really appreciate you guys reviewing my story. For the people who have reviewed informing me that Ginny's eyes are brown, I'd just like to say that I know, but I like to twist things around, and if you read my bio, you'll see that I love blue eyes, so I just had to give blue eyes to Ginny. And now that I know my readers aren't lazy...REEEVVVIIIEEEWWW!!