Revisions

Chapter Six: Admiration

LunarianPrincess

Ginny has returned to Hogwarts with one goal in her mind, escaping the self-righteous control of her brother and his friends. Reading becomes a sanctuary and she finds that her favorite author has just published a new work, with her as the heroine. She becomes focused on finding the identity of the author and is shocked when she finds out. Throughout her school year she finds out who she is, and is a new collaborator with the famous author who she can't stand and who can't stand her. What's a frustrated girl to do, why, revise the story to fit her needs.

This chapter is dedicated to one of the best reviewers ever, Dracosbaby7 thanks for the wonderful encouragement and honesty!

SDA: Standard Disclaimers Apply

Last Chapter:

Ginny was jolted out of her deep thoughts when Tia jostled her and walked with her to the door. Tia told some lighthearted jokes as they walked across the verdant grounds toward the herbology greenhouse. Ginny faltered in her steps and almost fell as an Adonis with platinum hair strolled out of the greenhouse joking with his friend. Tia seemed equally captivated with the sable haired boy standing beside Malfoy. They instinctively gripped hands and stalked past them, their eyes pointedly studying the ground. Had they lifted their eyes they would have seen indigo and silver eyes studying them respectively.

Now:

Ginny and Tia were totally distracted all through their Herbology lesson. As soon as the bell rang they retreated to the castle. Ginny smiled and waved goodbye to Tia as she walked into the library. She wasn't surprised to find a large amount of students clustered around the tables at the front of the library. She waved to the people she knew but continued confidently towards the back of the library where there was a little known area with smaller tables with comfortably cushioned chairs. She chose one that lay in a shaft of sunlight from the window behind it. She curled up on the armchair and pulled out her sketchbook. Her mind went blank before she saw herself objectively.

She closed her mind of her judgments about herself and her looks. She saw a well fleshed, moderately attractive, rather plain, redhead who was content to stand in the background while her brother, his girlfriend and his best friend, who had once been the object of her affections, got all of the glory. Her pencil stroked across the paper boldly, confident in its movements.

When she stopped she looked at the paper and was shocked at what she saw. A plain girl with a sad, perpetually enduring expression on what could have been a very attractive face was the image that jumped off the page at her. Her heart dropped as she viewed what she had seen within her. She bit her lip as she saw reality on the page. It was true, she was a person who just went along with what other people said, fading into the background as she was expected to. She wondered if anyone else had noticed what a coward she was for not stepping forward and shattering the conceptions people had about her. Folding her arms around her legs she laid her cheek on her knees. Looking into the shelves of books she almost fell off the chair when she saw the figure crouched by the bookcase closest to her.

She blinked as if she thought the person crouched there was a figment of her imagination. When she opened her eyes his entrancing silver eyes gazed complacently back at her. He stood up and strolled closer to her, her mind froze and she bit her lip nervously.

"I'm sorry about my brother," she blurted. She inwardly winced and cursed herself, how could she say something so stupid.

"Don't worry about it, Weaslette," he said. She glared at him for the stupid nickname but his presence reminded her of the thing she had in her possession.

"Oh, you forgot this in the compartment on the train," she said as she reached into her bag. When she had finally extracted his book he was seated across from her at the small table. She reached across the table and extended his book to him.

"Thanks, I had been wondering where I left it, so you read his work, what do you really think about his work," he asked as he settled back into the chair.

"Well, I think his characters are relatable but I feel that he doesn't want them to be happy, I mean its always a sad end, like how Rowan dies at the hand of his best friend who turned out to be the man he was trying to work against from the beginning, I think he needs to see what it is to be happy and loved," she said honestly. In that moment she was shocked, she was having a conversation with Malfoy that did not include them hurling insults or hexes and jinxes at each other. Malfoy looked at her quietly for a minute. He thought about what she had said. Little did she know that his publisher had said the same thing in his last letter, also it was a recurring theme of Blaise's.

"Well, not everyone has a happy ending," he said defensively. Ginny seemed to consider his words, while she did, he put the book in his bag and pulled out his leather bound volume, intent on writing down her feelings to use in his next novel.

"Yes, but all three novels of his seem to end with the hero being hurt or killed by someone he trusted or loved, it seems like Ladon has trust problems," she said. Biting her lip she continued. "Besides no one said it had to be a fairy tale ending, not everyone gets what they want, but can't they be happy with what they have," she paused, an internal conflict shining out through her eyes as she looked at him. "No, they shouldn't have to settle, if they want a happy ending they have to go after it," she said passionately, her green eyes flashing. Draco stared at her fascinate, so she wasn't happy about the little package people wrapped her up in, she wanted to break out of it.

"Maybe the other person wants their happy ending more, and they ruin the other person's life because of it," he suggested just to see what she would say.

"That is true, but if you don't fight for what you want, you either don't want it enough or you don't deserve it, depending on what it is," she said decisively. He nodded, considering her opinion. Discreetly he entered her words into his tome, looking up he went at her from a different angle.

"You said that Ladon needs to be loved, what if no one wants to love him?" he asked, his eyes assessing as she nibbled on her lip and looked out the window. Ginny debated on the answer she would give him, somehow she felt that she could tell him the truth and he wouldn't judge her for her opinions.

"Well, how could someone not want to love him, the way he writes shows that he has passion and words to express his emotions, and besides he's talented and honest, to me that is the perfect guy, besides he's obviously successful, something even the most heartless person could respect, I really admire him," she said this ponderously, as if the words just appeared and fell out of her mouth. He could tell she felt a bit uncomfortable with her own answer, though it was completely honest. He unobtrusively scribbled her new opinion in his journal. They stayed silent for a moment, staring into space and contemplating her enigmatic statement.

"To love is to admire with the heart, to admire is to love with the mind,"

"Gautire said that" she responded to his quotation. He looked sharply at her, astonished that she knew the quote let alone who had said it. He stared out the window, deep in contemplation about his new subject. He was confused on why she occupied his thoughts so often, sure he was consumed with the subjects of his writings, but they had never before been a real person. His eyes drifted back to study her. Her head was bent studiously over something she had perched in her lap, the sunlight streaming in from the narrow window behind her backlit her intensely crimson curls. He stood, determined to get away from her intoxicating and hypnotic presence. In his haste he dropped the book from his lap, also he startled her, causing her to jump and drop her book. He cursed himself as he knelt to pick up his book, he bumped his head against hers as she scrambled for her book. He gripped his head as his eyes met her mesmerizing hazel ones. She licked her nervously, unintentionally drawing his attention to them. His silver eyes darkened with intention, causing Ginny to catch her breath in anticipation. He leaned forward and Ginny tipped her head, meeting his lips with her own. She sighed and before she could blink he had grabbed a book and raced away.

I O I

So our ingénues have met and had an interesting, non-hostile conversation. So what do you think, be honest, I know Draco may be a little ooc but he will become more normal as the story goes on, I just feel that when presented with a passion or a hobby all of us behave differently. Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

Dracosbaby7: I kept the whole intelligent and intuitive feeling for Ginny since you liked it so much, at first I thought it would make her un-relatable to people b/c when I get like that people get annoyed with me. So was Draco's response to her believable in this chapter? Cant wait to hear your intriguing impressions, thanks for reviewing!