Nascondere Amore

Chapter 2

(Disclaimer: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE! (Just the plot and stuff) Duhhhh yall should know that… but I write this just in case any one is in the mood to sue!)

A/N: So I have finally decided to update… well its more like the fact that I have time! Work and school have been killing me! But here it is any way, the second chapter to the hardest story to develop EVER! Lol.


Gosh! I am so full, my stomach has expanded ten times, I swear!" said Ron as they all left the Great Hall. Hermione laughed and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Ron, you are such a drama queen!" Ginny said, punching him playfully.

"Oh, Weasel King's a queen now!" came a shrill voice from behind the four. "I always knew that the relationship with Granger was a fake!"

"Sod off Parkinson," Ginny said without turning around.

"What was that Weaslette? I know you are too low on the social chain to know manners but when you are addressing someone, you face them."

Ginny slowly turned and faced the older girl. She was standing with Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy's goons.

"I said, sod off Parkinson. Do you not understand simple words? Because," Ginny made a mock thoughtful look, "I don't think I could dumb it down any more than that."

Pansy's face turned red and she clenched her fists, "why you snotty little-"

"Parkinson!" barked a voice threateningly. The voice belonged to Malfoy. He came to stand between the two girls, his back to Ginny.

"I asked you three to come along ten minutes ago. We cannot prepare if you are here the whole time exchanging insults with-" Draco turned and looked at the four Gryffindors, "them" he finished.

"We were on our way, Draco, until-" Pansy was cut off not by Malfoy, but by Ginny.

"Until you had to stick your pointy little nose in other people's affairs" Ginny said, with a strait back and a raised chin.

She had expected Pansy to retort but what she got was completely different.

Malfoy turned around to face Ginny and he walked over to her, pausing when Harry came to stand in front of her.

Ginny looked over Harry's shoulder to see Malfoy glance at her brother, who was being restrained by Hermione, then back to her before turning back to Pansy.

"Come then you three, we haven't any time to waste. Blaise is already waiting."

As the three Slytherins left Ginny looked back at Ron. "Sorry" she said.

"'S alright, Gin. What I want to know though is what are they planning?"

"Yeah, Malfoy didn't stop to insult us at all" said Harry.

"That is strange. Maybe his father has something big planned, you know, on the inside," Ron commented thoughtfully.

"Maybe," Hermione agreed, "Anyway we need to get back to the common room in order to work out the D.A. meeting schedule. I hear we have 20 new members this year!"

Harry groaned and headed toward the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry what's wrong?" Ginny asked catching up with him.

"Well it's not that I don't want new members, but if we do have 20 new members then that would make 100 students in the D.A." Harry said, "And that's not including us teachers!"

Last year when the knowledge of Voldemort returning hit everyone full blast, Dumbledore announced the D.A. to the school. Since so many kids wanted to join Harry appointed Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna teachers of the D.A. Harry had done this because they had all faced Voldemort's Death Eaters that night in the Department of Mysteries. And to him, if they could survive the Death Eaters, then they could teach others to do the same.


"You just can't leave bloody well alone can you?" Draco yelled throwing a book across the room.

"What's the big deal Draco?" Pansy asked.

"The big deal is," that you were insulting Ginny sodding Weasley, "that we don't have time to waste" Draco yelled letting his rage get the best of him.

Draco had never yelled at anyone. He was the model of self control but in the case of- well- plans he couldn't help it. He noticed Pansy was shaking but he didn't care. That stupid cow should have left well enough alone.

Draco turned on his heel and stormed into the boy's dormitory and slammed the large wooden door. How could he do anything when no one was committed? How did these four expect to escape recruitment when they set themselves center stage? And why did they have to make comments about the Weasleys? About Ginny? But most of all, why did he care?

"Draco," Blaise said, closing the door as he came in. Blaise Zabini was Draco's best and closest friend. This could be why they never felt any nervousness when confronting each other. So Blaise did what others were always too afraid to do. He asked Draco the one question no one did with meaning.

"What's wrong with you?" Blaise asked sitting on his bed.

"If all they want to do is piss around then why should I help them?" Draco said collecting the calmest, coolest voice he could muster.

"That's not it and I know it."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked giving Blaise a blank look.

"Draco Malfoy, I have known you since we were seven. You always hid your emotions from your father but you never could hide them from me. And you never blow up in front of people because you father always said it shows and Achilles heel." Blaise took a breath," So, I'll ask you again. What's wrong?"

"I… I think I have fallen for a Gryffindor." Draco said at last. "But its complicated, because, I couldn't ever be with her and part of me, my dad's part, looks down on her." He sighed. This was it, now Blaise knew his feelings toward-

"Hermione" Blaise said.

"What?" Draco asked in shock.

"I know it must hurt to like someone with a boyfriend. Not to mention she is muggleborn" Blaise shrugged sympathetically.

"It's not Hermione!" Draco exclaimed.

"Oh," responded Blaise a bit shocked, "Oh, I see. Well then who else could you-" he stopped. "Oh," he realized, "Oh no! Draco you can't! Not… her!"

"Ugh! I know!" Draco said as he sat down on his own bed.

"Well I guess since we're being honest." Blaise said.

"What?" Draco urged.

"I like Luna Lovegood," Blaise said nervously.

"What?" Draco yelled almost laughing.

"Be quiet!" Blaise hissed.

"How could you like that weirdo?" Draco asked looking back at all his strange encounters with the blonde, wide-eyed girl.

"She's not weird." Blaise said defensively. "She's just different. Besides, have you seen her body?"

Draco thought on this a moment then said, "Good point."

"So what do we do about this?" the dark haired boy asked after a minute.

"We continue with the plan. That's all we can do." Draco paused, "And we keep quiet about Ginny and Luna alright?"

Blaise's only reaction was a nod.


"Ok!" Harry said holding up a flyer that read:

The D.A. will meet on Friday afternoon after

Ravenclaw Quidditch practice.

This lesson will be taught by Ginny Weasley.

Any questions, comments, or concerns

please contact any of the following D.A. teachers:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Or Luna Lovegood

"So?" asked Harry to the four Gryffindors.

Ron broke into a fit of laughter and Hermione and Neville giggled, while Ginny just smiled.

"What?" he asked setting the parchment down.

"It's just," Ginny thought of a good way to word what she was going to say, "It took you two hours to make that, and we were expecting, like, flashing letters or something." Just then Ron snorted with laughter and Harry grinned, and then laughed too.

"Right well, I was thinking of what to say." Harry said still laughing a bit.

"Ok, Ok every one." Hermione said seriously. "I think its time we all head off to bed. We all need sleep because tomorrow we investigate what Malfoy is up to."

"Right," said Harry and Ron in unison.

Neville nodded and got up to leave.

"I'm going to hang around for a bit longer." Ginny said in a distant tone.

After they all had left, Ginny sat in one of the huge chairs in front of the fireplace. She hugged her knees and looked at the flames dancing atop the logs. She felt bad about something. And that something had made her not want to sleep.

That something that she was feeling bad about was Draco Malfoy. He was different in many ways. He seemed humble, almost sweet.

What? Ginny thought, mentally slapping herself. Malfoy? Sweet? That's ridiculous! Draco Malfoy is about as sweet as getting one of Fredand George's ton-tongue toffees for Christmas! Enough said!

But Ginny didn't go strait to bed. She sat up for another hour just staring into the flames.


Draco looked up at complete blackness. He guessed it had to be about two o'clock in the morning. He hadn't been asleep for more than ten minutes before he had a vision.

"Please Draco try!" called a voice. It was a voice Draco recognized, it was Ginny.

"I am trying!" Draco heard himself yell back.

Then he yelled the spell and a jet of green light shot out of his wand.

Draco didn't hear what he yelled but he knew what he had done. He had used one of the Unforgivable Curses on someone. He, Draco Malfoy, was going to kill someone.

It had hit him hard and it still caused him to cringe at the thought of it. Draco knew he could be cruel but who was he going to kill? And why the hell was Ginny Weasley egging him on?

The more he thought about the vision, the more it made his head hurt. So he decided it was time to focus on other things. Things to help him get to sleep. Things like Ginny Weasley.

God, Draco thought to himself, I've been around her for a day and already she's all I think about.

"I have to stop," Draco said out loud.

"What?" came a groggy voice from Blaise's bad.

"Nothing Blaise, sorry for waking you," Draco closed his eyes and rolled onto his side. He blocked out his vision and swam into the abyss of his subconscious.

"Finally" Ginny said running a small hand up his stomach. "It only took you an hour longer to show up!"

Draco kissed her neck then her cheek. "Well," he commented, "I was really busy! And as much as I would love to spend every waking moment with you- and you know I would- I can't."

Ginny giggled as Draco, who had backed her up against the wall of her room, placed his hands on her waist, "Draco! Your hands are freezing!"

Ginny was wearing a nighty that was very old and very small, not to mention very thin.

"Well maybe you could warm them up" he grinned and kissed her slowly. "Mmm," he mumbled, "I missed your smell, and your taste, and the way you feel, and your touch."

"I missed you" Ginny said sweetly.

"I love you," Draco said smiling down at her.

"I-"

Draco was woken up by a sharp pain in his side.

"Bloody hell," Draco yelped grabbing his side. Blaise was standing beside his bed with a fire poker in hand.

"Why the fuck did you just stab me with a fire poker?" Draco cried, clutching his throbbing side.

"You," said Blaise, stonily, "were talking in your sleep."

"Oh? And what was I saying?"

"Lets see if I remember correctly, it was something along the lines of 'your smell, your taste, the way you feel'- shall I continue?" Blaise asked with raised eyebrows.

"No." Draco said quickly.

"Ok, because I might have thrown up!" Blaise walked to the door. "You should sleep some more, you look like hell." Then he was gone.

Draco rolled on his back and looked at the stone ceiling. What was it he had dreamt? Oh yes, he had been dreaming about Ginny in a sexy, tiny nighty, stroking his stomach, and- no no no. He had to stop this! But was it a dream or was it a vision?

Draco's heart raced at the thought of it being a vision. The thought of Ginny waiting for him, wanting him. But she seemed older, not much older but enough to add beauty to her face and body.

Her body, Draco thought, she looked and felt so- no damn it no!

"Ok" he said out loud to the empty room. He got up and moved to the mirror. A pale, toned, half naked guy looked back. "Time for a shower."

"Better make it a cold one" his reflection sneered back.


"Ginny, you look horrible" commented Ron as Ginny sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast.

"Thanks Ron" Ginny said coldly.

"Ron's right Gin," Harry said, "Did you sleep okay?"

"You know how it is, first night of being away. It's been happening for ages. No worries."

Hermione looked at her for a bit, then shrugged and joined the conversation the boys were having of if sneak-o-scopes actually worked.

Ginny was greeted by Luna and Colin Creevey. "Hey Colin, how was your summer?"

"Great!" Colin replied, "I met this guy and we-"

"Colin, no!" Ron said with wide eyes. It was obvious the Ron was very homophobic, so Colin (being gay) liked to pick on him.

"Sorry Ron" he said with a grin, "I, uh, didn't see you there!"

Ginny took the time to notice how Colin looked. He wasn't mousy and timid anymore. He had grown up a lot and was actually quite good looking. He had shot up I height to about 6'2 and his wavy blonde hair had straightened out, and was styled in a new way. It was long enough to fall into his eyes a bit, and he was always tossing his head to get it out of his face. Colin's features had matured and his jaw was now very defined. His eyes were as vibrant blue and Harry's were green.

All in all, Ginny thought he looked like a model, which could have attributed to the girls who wanted him. But much to their dismay, he would rather have been hanging out with the boys. Ginny had always known that Colin was gay, so she befriended him when no one else would.

Suddenly Colin grabbed Ginny's arm. "What?" she asked, looking at him.

"Is it just me or is Blaise Zabini looking over here?" Colin asked, practically drooling.

"He's looking at you Luna," Ginny said softly.

"Oh you lucky girl! He is gorgeous!" Colin commented.

"Please," Luna said looking over her shoulder slightly to see the dark haired Slytherin. "Oh my god!" She gasped turning back quickly, "He is!"

Then all three of them looked at him and to every ones surprise he smiled.

Right after, Draco walked in and was talking to Blaise and then to Ginny's surprise, Draco looked up and right at her. Right into her eyes and she felt like her soul as well.

Ginny quickly looked back down at the table.

"So yeah Luna, Blaise was totally checking you out," Colin said, his mouth half full of food.

"Oh who cares about that right now? Ginny, why is Malfoy staring at you?" Luna asked taking a bite of toast.

"Um," Ginny said picking at her food, "I-I don't know. But lets get out of here I need some fresh air and we can talk about classes… and how we all spent our summer vacation," she then whispered "away from Ron."

"Okay!" Colin said brightly, jumping up and grabbing a piece of toast for later.

"You always know what to say to get him moving!" Luna said laughing.

Ginny got her stuff and was about to go when Harry stopped her.

"Gin, we were going to investigate," he said looking hurt.

"Uh, you guys go ahead and get started, and I'll catch up a bit later," and with that she was gone, following Colin and Luna out to the lake.


Draco had showered and dressed. As he descended the stairs, Peeves whooshed down in front of him carrying a huge bucket of water, Filch the caretakerclose behind him, swearing under his breath.

"Draco!" Blaise called as Draco entered the Great Hall.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked.

"I couldn't help it! They were looking at me, she was looking at me. And she looked so good-"

"What couldn't you help?" Draco asked trying not to panic. Dear lord! If he had spilled the plan, Draco would kill him, friend or not.

"I smiled at them," Blaise moaned.

Draco almost laughed, "Is that all then? A smile?"

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Blaise exclaimed.

"Blaise, it's okay. They'll probably thing you were mocking them for looking at you."

"Right," Blaise said with a small nod, "you're right."

Draco looked at Luna and noticed Ginny sitting right next to her. His eyes met hers and he didn't look away.

They stared for about two seconds then Ginny looked down at the table, then turned to talk to Luna and that gay Gryffindor, the boy with the camera permanently attached to his neck in Draco's second year, what was his name? Oh yes, Creevey. Colin Creevey. The threesixth years began to talk then to rise from their seats. Ginny stopped and said something to a hurt looking Potter then continued on her way.

"Draco, are you listening?" Pansy asked cutting through his daze.

"Not really." He answered honestly causing Crabbe and Goyle to snicker. "What?" he asked.

"I was asking you about the plan. When are we going to smooth out any rough edges?"

"When I have time," Draco said without looking at her, "I, however, cannot do anything tonight as I have prefect rounds."

"Oh," was all Pansy said. He knew she was scared of making him mad, and he liked that power over people.

Draco stood up to leave, but Blaise stopped him.

"You haven't eaten anything," he said to the blonde.

"I'm not hungry." Draco said, "but I'll catch up with you lot later. I need a walk."

As Draco left the Great Hall, he noticed with a tiny smile that Filch was standing in the corner soaking wet from head to foot, with Peeves floating five feet above him, giggling menacingly.

When he left the castle for the Quidditch pitch, he noticed three figures down by the lake. Upon closer inspection, Draco discovered that the three figured were that of Colin, Luna, and Ginny. There he sat with a decision to make. Did he want to keep walking toward the Quidditch pitch, or did he dare go closer to the three by the lake?

Before Draco had the chance to decide the three sixth years were standing up and making their way toward him.

"Draco," came a voice from behind him. He turned to find Blaise making his way toward him. With a final glance at the approaching Gryffindors and Ravenclaw, Draco turned his attention to his friend.

"Yes Blaise?" he asked as Colin, Ginny, and Luna passed them. He noticed the Blaise didn't stop to glance at his Ravenclaw crush once. Blaise was on a mission to get to Draco and would have no interruptions.

"This just came for you," Blaise said, holding up a letter for him. The letter was from his mother.

"Thank you Blaise" Draco said.

His friend nodded and made his way back to the castle. Draco then moved across the Quidditch pitch in a quick stride. He made his way to the top of the bleachers where he knew he wouldn't be disturbed.

Once seated, Draco opened the letter and read what was written in urgent scribbles from his mother.

"Fucking hell!" Draco yelled as he bolted down the bleachers and back toward the castle.


A/N: So this was Chapter Two of the ever so long Nascondere Amore. Like always please review as it helps me see what was written well and what was just plain crap! And thanks to the people who have reviewed (especially EveGranger who has been reading a couple of my stories, and my cousin Crystal, who tried to help me fix this story after Mugglenet fanfiction wouldn't accept it… sorry I didn't change any of chapter one Crys!)