2. Don't Know Why
I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand
My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstacy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone
My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
- Norah Jones
Dear Harry,
How are the Chudley Cannons? Still boring? How's Taylor? She still
thinks you are too much of a jock for her tastes? (Taylor was this pretty
girl from one of the other quidditch teams whom Harry
quite liked) Anyway, you will not believe who's my new Potions Professor.
Guess. Okay, I'll tell you. Draco Malfoy.
Yes the one and only.
Augh, it's unbearable. Am going to write to my whole
family and inform them about my dire straits. Maybe I should pull a 'Fred and
George' and ride off into the sunset on a broomstick, away from Hogwarts.
Love
Ginny
Ginny smiled grimly as she handed the letter to Zeus, the brown colored good
natured owl Harry and Hermione had bought for her birthday this year.
She could count on Harry's sympathy. She realized that she was glad to be
friends with Harry and nothing more. He made a good friend.
She could not imagine ever wanting more. He was like another brother but a less
dense and more considerate one at that.
"Ginny!" Colin burst into the common room rushing over to sit beside
her.
He looked slightly breathless and very excited with his curly blonde hair all
over his face. He was attracting stares from the other gryffindors.
"You won't believe this." He cried out, barely able to contain
himself.
'What?" Ginny asked, dreading whatever was coming. Her day could not get
any worse.
"Maconagall slapped Malfoy."
He let out in a incoherent rush. Ginny gasped, finally
understanding what he had said.
"What?"
"Yeah, I just saw it. Me and Luna." Colin
babbled. Ginny gaped at him. This was great.
"What happened?" She asked, delighted by the turn of events and barely
considering why Luna and Colin were wandering around together at night.
'They're in Dumbledore's office now. We saw them going there. Dumbledore
intervened I think Malfoy said something to the
degree of Macongall not being able to control her Gryffindors. We only heard the last bit because we heard
them arguing and Luna wanted to know what was going on so we stepped into the
staff room pretending to ask Flitwick something. We
heard that and Macongall went all red before striding
toward Malfoy and slapping him. I think she's wanted
to do that for sometime." Colin grinned, seeing the surpised
yet delighted look on her face.
"Malfoy's face went red and he stood up all
angry but Macongall rocked! She just stood there
glaring at him even though he was a total head tall than her. And then Dumbeldore strode in and you should have seen his face. He
looked like he was trying so hard not to laugh. Then Luna and I had to run out
because I was going to have an asthma attack from stifling my laughter."
By then all the other gryffindors in the room, were
gathered around them listening avidly to Colin's narration.
"But why was Malfoy insinuating the Gryffindors for?"
Colin shrugged but he glanced at Ginny, his cheeks turning red, a sure sign
that he was lying. Ginny reminded herself to interrogate him about that later.
Colin was busy fielding questions from his audience who soon dispersed to mull
over this piece of news.
Some even commented admirably in Macoangall's favour. Everyone, even the first years thanks to their
informative seniors knew all about Draco Malfoy.
"So why was he complaining about us?" Ginny asked, Colin who looked a
tad sheepish.
'I don't know but Luna reckons that he was complaining about you mouthing off
to him." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I'm not that influential and powerful I'm afraid so tell Luna to sod off
with her stupid theories." Ginny snapped.
Colin held his hands up as if in surrender.
"Hey I'm not getting in the middle of both of you'll." He looked
genuinely terrified at the idea.
"I'm
telling you-" Luna murmured into her ear.
"SHUT IT." Ginny grit through her teeth, her famous Wealsey temper rising, one that was known to be as fiery as
her flaming red hair.
"I would advise you to do so." Colin nodded towards Luna who shot him
a dirty look but shut up nonetheless.
If Ginny's mind had not been so occupied with the thought of serving detention
under Malfoy that night, she would have realized that
Luna had actually listened to Colin. What was the world coming to?
Ginny glared down at the grand table where Draco sat
two seats down from Dumbeldore.
Ginny had lost her trust in Dumbeldore's state of
mind. The war must have traumatized him pretty badly for him to hire Malfoy of all people.
The stupid git had given her detention for just
walking into class one minute after the rest of the class.
He was onto her, practically breathing down her neck during the lesson and
taking great delight in reminding her about her detention later than night,
smirk on his face and all.
Luna had insisted upon hearing this that it was retribution since Ginny had
been the indirect cause for Draco getting slapped.
According to Luna this proved that she was right about Draco
complaining about her to Maconagall. Ginny had
blanched and told Luna to give IT UP!
Her two friends bade her good bye later as she headed down to the dungeon
alone, the cold seeping into her bones despite her cloak.
She felt a ripple of fear. Whether it was because of the eerie dungeons that
appeared even darker at night or the prospect of spending 'quality' time alone
with Malfoy, she did not know.
She knocked on the door before stepping in. There was no sign of Malfoy and for this she was thankful.
She could at least settle down and psychologically prepare herself for his
arrival and possible torment.
The door burst open startling her (so much for her psychological readiness) as
he stomped in a flurry of dark emerald robes.
He brushed past her, and headed for his table where he sat down abruptly,
supporting his elbows on his desk, his head in his hands, his fingers entangled
with his wheat blonde hair which flopped over his face concealing it from her
view.
She wondered if he had even noticed her presence. Perhaps she could slip out
unnoticed..
"You can label the bottles on the bench there." Draco
murmured, his voice noticeably
thick.
He was still not looking up. Ginny got up and meekly moved across the room and
did as she was told.
Somehow she felt as if this was not the time for her Weasley
wit. Obviously something had happened.
Had Maconagall slapped him again? Ginny smirked at
that thought.
She glanced up at the sound of running water.
Draco was leaning down into the sink nearby,
splashing his face with water.
As he straightened up, the water running in rivers down his pale, chiseled face
did not conceal his red-rimmed ocean gray eyes.
He had been crying.
Ginny froze for a moment stunned by this revelation that Draco
Malfoy whose entire reputation was based on the fact
that his heart was literally stone, had shed tears.
Tears of what Ginny could only wonder. Heartbreak? Lonesome? Fear?
"What're you looking at, Weasley?" He
sneered at her, his lip curling in disgust, though it did not infuriate her as
much as it usually did.
In fact she felt a twinge of sympathy for this man-boy who was nothing but a
bundle of insecurities beneath that hard-core exterior.
"Nothing." She replied calmly, a sense of
superiority settling over her due to her recently acquired knowledge.
He glared at her obviously taken aback by the lack of rebellious response.
"Now you're staring." She pointed out, a smile tugging at the corners
of her lips at the sight of his eyes widening in surprise as he realized that
she was not snapping at him or hexing him.
"I would never stare at a Weasley!" He
protested, grimacing as if he had swallowed skele
grow.
"You're sure about that? Wouldn't want to eat you words so soon would
you?" She asked, cheekily. She wondered inwardly where that had come from.
She glanced at Malfoy to see if he looked as shocked
as she felt. He did not. He was seated at his desk, his legs up on the table,
smirking at her.
She felt the beginnings of a prickle of her anger. She hated that smirk no
matter what.
"So you think I, a Malfoy, would check you
out?" He asked, snidely.
Before she could respond,
"Think again, Miss. Weasley." He added,
looking smug and feeling on top of himself again.
"Thought about it and believe me, it gives me the eepie
jeepies just thinking about it." She shot back,
labeling the last bottle.
"I'm done."
"Good."
"Can I go?" She asked, standing in front of his table.
He looked up at her, smirking, though the smirk never reached up to his
seemingly sorrow filled eyes.
"Go."
She turned and walked out of the room, only to pause at the doorway, look back
at him, her shoulder length wavy red hair swinging off her face,
"Good night." she said before walking out of the dungeons.
It was a small polite gesture, one that she had not given much thought to but
then again, power could be found in the tiniest things and so the hard stone
began to crack, unbeknownst to all.
A/n - Thank you for all the reviews will not update more chappies till I get at least ten reviews..hehe I noe very demanding.
