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A Whisper in the Wind

Chapter One


By: Death of Roses

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

At that time, my feelings were hard to explain. Sure, I was scared, but I also had this droplet of trust that Draco wouldn't hit me. That little droplet believed that he wasn't like his father, that he had changed. But that little droplet was hidden underneath all my fear.

I slowly opened my eyes, muttering a weak "Draco?" and then looked into his eyes.

I was trapped in his Silver-blue eyes. All thoughts such as fear, doubt, etc. drifted out of my head as soon as I met his stormy eyes. It was as if a hurricane was trapped in those silver-blue orbs. But yet, behind said hurricane was unless countries of grief.

Draco's eyes widened abruptly, then dropped his fist to his side as realization of his earlier actions came to him.

God, was he really going to hit her? A girl? And none the less, someone who is helpless and younger than him?

It's true then.. I'm really becoming my father.. That was the only thought that succeeded in making its way to his mind at that time.

He took a step back as the thought pierced through him. No… it's not true… the Weasley girl made me do it! She irritated me! He thought back fierce-fully.

You would hit a girl just because she irritated you? A voice bit back.

"Shut up.." He whispered, trying to clear his mind. "Just.. go away!" He adverted his eyes from Ginny's, not able to bring himself to gaze into those chocolate brown eyes; eyes that used to be filled with happiness and trust, now filled with fear.

No words needed to be said as Ginny gathered her books and ran towards the common room, tears stung at her eyes as she ran, but she took no heed.

"Orphecus!" Ginny stuttered to the fat lady, then stepped through the portrait guarding the entrance to the common room of Gryffindor.

Lucky for her, at that time everyone else was still at dinner or the Library, and the common room was only occupied with Dean Thomas.

Dean was Ginny's best friend before she came to meet Colin, but every since her fifth year, Colin stopped spending time with her and devoted all his free time to his numerous girlfriends. Even though Dean was a year older than Ginny, that didn't stop him from fancying said girl. Everyone knew that, except for Ginny.

"Gin? What's wrong?" Dean said, worry spelled all over his face.

Ginny ran over to him, sitting down next to him and burying her face in her robes, shaking her head to say 'nothing'.

"Come on, you can tell your ol' friend Dean!" Dean said jokingly, trying to brighten the mood.

His comment was only met with more sobs from the younger girl.

After a good while, Ginny calmed down a bit, her eyes read and puffy as she leaned against Dean.

Only then had I realized how I had missed the company of Dean. Sure, Colin's company was okay, I mean, nothing special, but Dean was still the best friend I had ever had.

I leaned on him, closing my swollen eyes. I was tired and all I wanted was to take a good nap, preferably one that I won't wake up from. One that I didn't have to wake up and face the next day.

When you fall, is it really worth getting up only to be met with tomorrow?

"Gin?" He asked. I felt so tranquil hearing his soothing voice call out my name. I could get used to it calling out to me like that..

"Draco! Get your lazy arse out of there and quit hogging the bathroom!" A Slytherin by the name of Blaise Zabini called out to the boy's dormitory bathroom door.

"No! Fuck off Zabini!" A voice belonging to none other than Draco Malfoy called back.

"If you're not coming out, then I'm going in." Blaise muttered to himself, muttering an 'alohomora' and the door flew open with a 'bang' as it came in contact with the wall.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on the toilet, top down, and yes, he WAS fully clothed, currently glaring at an indifferent Blaise Zabini.

"Stop throwing a pity party and get OUT of the bathroom!" Zabini said sighing, leaning against the door frame.

Draco's glare got even more intense, and at that time, he resembled a 3 year old child who didn't get what he wanted for Christmas. It was a hilarious sight for Blaise, but he just somehow managed to contain his snicker.

"Who are you to give a damn about me, Zabini?" Draco hissed.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "I am Blaise Zabini, heir to the Zabini fortune and linage, a pureblood who's family line can be traced back to the day's of Merlin himself and best friend to Draco Malfoy." He paused, smirking. "Is that enough?"

"Sod of!" Draco stood up, pushing past him and throwing himself on his bed. Blaise simply followed, sitting on the edge of his own bed, the one next to Draco's.

"So, what's got you in this mood?" Blaise asked in a tone that could be used for asking about the weather. "You're seriously pissed."

"Thank you King of all that's obvious!" Draco drawled sarcastically.

"Talk."

"No."

"So, who is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Weasley, you say?"

"What- I didn't say anything!"

"Oh! Not Weasley, but Weaslette?"

"Hey! I'm not saying anything!" Draco huffed, clearly irritated.

Blaise chuckled, knowing full well about Malfoy and his little red headed friend. After all, it's pretty obvious seeing how Draco's glares are more intense when looking at the youngest Weasley, and how she reacts the same way.

But, of course, you'd have to be Draco's best friend to see these little almost non-existent hints.

"Yea, right." Was all Blaise said.

"Look, Gin, I know this isn't the time.. but would you like to go to Hogsmeade next weekend with me?" Dean asked after a while.

"Sure." Ginny replied, her eyes no longer as red as it was before.

"I mean.. not as friends.. but as.. like.. date?" Dean blushed a bit.

Ginny was silent. Did he just ask me out?

"Uh.. Sure." Ginny replied hesitantly, but then, she thought, why not?

Realization came to her.

It was because his eyes weren't Silver-blue.

To Be Continued In Chapter Four

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