Summery: True love is said to be so hard to find in many because of some who lead with their heads and ignore the heart. Once Ginny Weasley stepped foot into Draco's life he found it harder to listen to his headmore and more. While Ginny is finding it hard to follow her head over her heart. (DG)
Author's Note: I just found this story in my computer and liked it so much I want to continue it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Head Over Heart
Chapter One: Weasley, Potter, Malfoy
"It was in the dark the voices howled with the wind as it spoke, "trust no one…but trust your heart," and with that the your prince ran into the woods and ran to," Her mother stopped, looked down, and smiled fondly at her daughter. Her brilliant red hair was scattered like a fan upon her pillows. As she closed the book and placed it on the nightstand besides her bed so that the title gleamed in the light which read, 'Pauper and the Prince.' She leaned down and gently kissed her head, "good night, love."
"Mummy," she called out as her mother was heading to the door, "do tell me," she said sitting up a sleepy smile placed on her lips, "did the prince marry the poor girl?"
Molly laughed, "oh dear, wouldn't you think so?"
The girl paused; thinking, "Well, I would if you will tell me."
Molly smiled and headed over to her daughter, "they're in love," she said softly while brushing her hair gently away from her face, "don't you think they would marry?"
The girl eyes searched her mothers, "not quite."
Molly stared at her utterly confused, "and why not?"
"What about her father and mother?" She asked lying against the headboard, "wouldn't that be part of it?"
Molly considered what she tried to say but merely smiled, "would you like me to continue the story?"
"Please?" She asked, "I promise not to fall asleep on you."
Molly chuckled slightly, "alright, but only because your brothers didn't like it when they were younger."
"Of course not mum, their boys," Her daughter said emphasizing the 'boys' with a roll of her eyes.
Molly smiled, "and what exactly does that have to do with anything, my dear daughter?"
"Come on mum," she exclaimed, "boys just don't like this! None, of them can like this."
"What about the prince?"
"He's a character, honestly mummy," the girl said. Her young chubby face was filled with a worthless anger to prove her point, "I'm barely six and I understand that characters in books don't exist."
"Now you're cranky," Molly said shaking her head, "I suggest you go to bed or let me read this story."
She shrugged and lied down, "only trying to make a point."
Molly laughed again, picked up the book, and opened it to the page, "and I heard every word you said," she said before reading where she left off…
(Ten Years Later)
She turned the page in the book and continued to red. Her features where less chubby as they were when she was barely six. Her hair was still a brilliant red although its colour managed to darken slightly. Her eyes, which were a mixture of brown and blue, traced every line of the book. She was so intent on reading it she had not noticed who came into the library.
"Ginny?" A strong male voice called out and her eyes flickered upwards. A smiled tugged the corner of her lips as gorgeous green eyes met with hers. He came over and sat down, "I think your becoming more like Hermione."
She closed the book and placed it on the table before her, "how so?"
"This is the second time today I found you in the library," he exclaimed before picking up the book, "Pauper and the Prince?"
Ginny nodded, "mum read it to me when I was younger," she said smiling, "I guess I miss it a little because I have absolutely no clue why I began reading it."
Harry smiled and picked up the book and flipped through it, "seems like a Cinderella story."
She raised her eyebrow, "a Cinder- what?"
He grinned, "Muggle thing."
She rolled her eyes, "you and Hermione with all these muggle terms," she said before shaking her head.
Harry shrugged and put down the book, "Ron's looking for you," he mused, "I wonder why he didn't send Hermione down here after you."
She smiled, "what? Don't want to be my shining knight anymore, Potter?" She teased, "I'm hurt, dreadfully," she said clutching her heart, "I suppose I'll have to get a new knight, don't I?"
Harry laughed and grabbed her elbow, "come on, princess, let's go before your brother worries."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her book, "I'm coming," she grumbled before heading off.
She flipped open her book and began reading it again. "You'll bump into a wall you know," Harry said as he peered over her shoulder. "It was in the dark the voices howled with the wind as it spoke, "trust no one…but trust your heart," and with that the your prince ran into the woods and ran to," Harry stopped and held up his hands when Ginny closed the book and glared at him. "Curious is all," he said in his defence.
"It's a bit dramatic don't you think?" He said as they climbed the stairs.
She shrugged, "maybe it's because you're a guy."
"Ginny," Harry said sternly, "if Hermione heard you or better yet your brother heard you," he said shaking his head and wagging his finger at her as he said this.
She grinned and laughed, "You can't help but admit its true," she mused, "girls are often more creative."
"Dean Thomas is too," Harry said before wincing, "sorry."
She smiled, "it's alright, I broke up with him remember?"
Harry nodded, "but for a reason that Ron gave him a black eye for."
She sighed, "Ron's a git."
"His your brother," Harry chided before stopping.
"Well, well Potter," a voice drawled making Ginny looked up above them. Her eyes glared on reflex. "Seems to me that you gave up on the older Weasley protection, tell me, is he really that bad at wand movements?"
"Let's see whose better next time you see him, Malfoy," Ginny retorted.
Malfoy smirked, "this ones got a better mouth too, well done, Potter," he said clapping.
"Good job, Malfoy," she said sarcastically; while clapping, "you learned a new insult, now will you go and bore someone else?"
Malfoy kept his smirk, "Ohh no, Weasley," he said before staring her dead in the eye and dropping his voice, "if you want I can help that little boredom problem of yours."
"Malfoy," Harry hissed his eyes narrowing as well.
Malfoy eyes flicked to Harry's, "problem, Potter?" He asked raising an eyebrow, "I didn't know you were so protective of this, Weasley."
"Is that a problem, Malfoy?" Harry asked his face scowling.
Malfoy walked down to the platform where Ginny was standing on, "I bet your jumping for joy right now aren't you, Weasley?"
She smiled, "yes I am," she said sweetly, "I'm jumping for joy that you're leaving."
He snorted, "Nice on, Weasley," he said before passing walking down the steps and stopping at Harry, "I'd watch her if I was you, Potter."
Harry glared at him and grabbed his arm, "what are you planning?" He asked angrily making Ginny walk down.
"Nothing, Potter," Malfoy spat, "now let go of my robes before you make them anymore filthier."
Ginny touched Harry's arm, "Harry, stop," she said, "A professor might come by."
Harry glared at Malfoy for another moment before letting go. Harry shoved past Malfoy and headed up the flight, "I hope you're happy, Malfoy," she snapped.
He raised his eyebrow again, "and why would that be, Weasley?"
She smirked, "because I just save you're scrawny little arse."
He glared at her and she walked up the stairs with her held head higher and her smirk growing to a smile.