Okay, this is my first fanfic so please be nice lol...and of course I don't own anything Harry-Potter related.

GINNY

The night air cools the tears on my face.

I'm not even sure why I'm crying, but the tranquility of the school gardens calms me.

I come out here most nights now – sometimes I need to be alone.

Apparently that isn't the plan for tonight, though. Footsteps are crunching through the grass near me.

As the moonlight shines down I see the identity of the night-walker – Draco Malfoy.

His knuckles are bleeding again. It's a common sight now – he has taken to beating the walls. Human targets provide too much detention time. Why he feels the need to beat something at all, I'm not really sure.

In school, I had never really gotten the chance to just look at him – but here, now, with the moon setting off his platinum hair, I could almost find him beautiful.

It is too bad I can't have him.

DRACO

I am bleeding again.

I could have easily fixed it with a spell, but I like the pain – it teased my senses, made me feel alive.

I don't feel very alive any more.

Lately it is almost like I am an emotionless vessel – the only time I ever show anything other than indifference is when I see her.

Sadly, I can't have her, therefore the walls havw to take my pain.

After the walls take their latest beating, I slip out into the garden, the full moon casting a glow over everything – these times were precious to me, times when I almost feel I could be a good person, the way the moon seemed to shine on me. Surely if I was bad it wouldn't light me up?

I am dragged away from my thoughts by the sound of something shifting in the grass. I move slightly to the left, and it is then that I see her – the only girl I ever yearned to love.

Ginerva Weasley.

I freeze, my heart pounding. She looks angelic, bathed in moonlight. Blood-red hair curling its way down her back. I had never touched that hair, but oh, how I wanted to.

What to do? I ache to touch her, a desperation that eats away at me more every day – and what was stopping me now? We are alone – we could just be.

What to do? I sand still, wondering.

GINNY

What is he doing?

He stands rigid, his eyes looking far away. Without his arrogant smirk in place, I can see the reason why he was so lusted after, why so many girls dreamed of him.

Sometimes I saw him look at me, and when our eyes met it was scary, because what he saw in my eyes were reflected in his. And the thought that we might be similar, be something of the same, scared me more than I'd like to admit.

Because then it might not be impossible, for us to be.

DRACO

I took a step towards her.

To continue, or not?

The cool night air calmed me, and I stepped forward again.

GINNY

He's right behind me.

DRACO

I could touch her hair if I wanted to.

But instead, I sit down next to her.

GINNY

He is next to me.

I move, so our arms touch.

I feel warm as soon as we connect, a warmth that spreads through me, that fills me up.

Does he feel it?

DRACO

My chilled insides melt as soon as her arm brushes mine.

Her exposed neck smells like strawberries.

GINNY

To touch him, or not?

DRACO

I slide an arm around her.

GINNY

His arm is around me.

I reciprocate by wrapping my arms around his neck.

DRACO

I lie on my back, pulling her on top of me. Her body presses into mine, her cheek restingagainst my chest.

I rest my hand on her hair.

GINNY

We have yet to even open our mouths, yet the unspoken conversation is more meaningful than any I have ever had.

I breathe him in – he smells like magick.

DRACO

I don't feel the need to speak.

We lie this way until the sun starts to peek through, never falling asleep, just wrapped in one another's essences.

She doesn't pull away when I kiss her.

GINNY

I don't want to leave him.

Can we be?

DRACO

I must know.

Can we be? I whisper.

GINNY

I open my mouth.

We can.

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