(A/N I'm posting two chapters at once so make sure you read the chapter before this also...)

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Chapter 5: Three Big Mistakes

Draco looked over himself in the mirror. He was nervous over what he was about to do, but Harry had convinced him it would work. He tousled his hair in the mirror so that he could get the correct affect. You know, the I just got out of bed, but I still look fabulous look. That was what he was going for.

"I'm ready," he said turning around.

"Great." Colin said lifting his camera to his eye. "Smile big for the camera, you know how it drives the ladies wild."

"Peachy." Draco muttered as he put on a smile.

"Smile like you mean it." Colin lectured him.

Draco closed his eyes for a minute, pulling himself together. He opened them and looked at the camera and smiled.

"Great." Colin said as he started snapping pictures. "How soon do you need these?"

"Right away." Draco replied as his cell phone started to ring. He flipped it open, "Hello."

Draco waved a hand at Colin as he stepped out on the balcony to continue his conversation in private. After a few minutes he reappeared looking triumphant.

"Here." Colin said handing him a package. "Your pictures. I put the ones that were the best on top."

"That was quick."

"Yeah, well, I did use magic."

"How come whenever I go get other pictures made it takes hours to develop."

Colin shrugged. "Yours aren't a priority."

Draco nodded, "Thanks for helping me out."

"I can't wait to see how everything works out." Colin replied. "Good luck."

"Thanks." Draco told him as he apparated to his apartment. Draco immediately made his way to his office and sat down and started to write. He didn't emerge from his office until the next morning. After making a quick cup of coffee he once again disappeared into his office.

PPP

Ginny hadn't seen or heard from Draco in two weeks. She wanted to see him simply so that she could poke his eyes out. He wanted to be with her so bad but he couldn't even keep in touch to save his life, the arse.

She wanted to go do something to let off some steam but she had nothing to do. She had sold her magazine and everyone she knew was at work. She didn't have the patience to go read at the book store and it was rainy so it wasn't like she could go find a quidditch pitch to play at. She was basically stuck inside, doing nothing.

She was about to go crazy from boredom when an owl tapped on her window. She let the owl in and looked at it uncertainly as she noticed that it had a copy of her magazine. The magazine that she had sold, that is. She took it from the owl and looked at the cover of the magazine. The cover had a full sized picture of Draco Malfoy. Above his head was the headline "My Three Big Mistakes".

Ginny sat down as she started to read the magazine.

My Three Big Mistakes

by Draco "the Idiot" Malfoy

I guess the trouble started back to my years of school. As everyone who knew me back then would tell you, I was an utter and complete arse. I believed that the world was there to do as I wanted and treated people like they were my personal slaves. I was a snotty, bratty, spoiled rich kid.

When I was in my seventh year I finally matured. I guess you could say I was a late bloomer. I finally learned that other people had feelings besides me. Yes, I know, shocking. However, that didn't change my attitude. If anything it made me a more horrible person, because I continued to treat people horribly. There was this one girl though. I treated her the worst.

I had always been attracted to her. I guess you can say I have a thing for red heads, I always have. She was so cute. Curly red hair, freckles dotting her nose, peaches and cream complexion, and she was sweet. She would never have looked at me as dateable. Sure, I was handsome, but she wasn't shallow. She looked at people for who they were, not what they looked like or what they had.

My first big mistake was treating her like she was nothing.

During the war I left England. Many people called it running away. Some people figured I was a Death Eater who had simply decided to go so undercover that I would never get punished for my transgressions. Other people believed that I was just too cowardly to stand up to my father. Neither is the truth. With my father you couldn't ever have a difference of opinion. The only way to get away from him was to leave. It was the only way to not become a Death Eater.

After the war I came back and took over my father's estate and his company. I turned it into a legal enterprise. I worked all the time and when I wasn't working I was partying. During my partying I met many wonderful people of the opposite sex. And I did enjoy my time with them. However, I always felt like something was missing. I always felt like no matter what I was truly alone.

Then one day, on a whim, I decide to go into a bookstore and look around. While there I saw this girl with the most beautiful brunette hair I had ever seen. She was truly beautiful. Looking back I should have instantly known who she was. But, I was an idiot and I didn't remember her.

I introduced myself to her. She was nice and kind and mysterious. All guys love a girl who can give them mystery. She refused to give me her name. It was more entertaining for her to make me guess, as she put it. So in my typical fashion I got my assistant to do all the work.

Before a whole day had passed I had come up with the conclusion that she had lied and we hadn't really gone to school together. I went back to the bookstore the next day, hoping to see her, not knowing her name. She was there, we talked. She was just as beautiful as the day before. She was, in a word, a goddess. She still refused to give me her name. She did, however, promise to tell me if I couldn't get it by tomorrow.

As luck would have it, I found out her name through a mutual friend. At first I was enraged. After all this girl had tricked me! I had been foolish to be mad. But, lucky me, my idiocy had not hurt my chances with the girl too much. It turned out she was the same beautiful red head from school, she had just dyed her hair. I was lucky she had even talked to me, considering how much of an arse I had been to her.

We went out on a date. During that date we had decided that for the moment we weren't suited for each other. I was a party boy and she was mature. So we went our separate ways.

My second big mistake was continuing on with my life for five years, with out her.

I guess I was scared of her. She had always had this aura around her. You could tell that she wasn't an ordinary girl. No, this girl was better. She was special, lucky, beautiful, smart. She was nice and kind and generous. She was that girl that other girls wanted to be. I was scared of her. I was scared of what she made me feel and I was scared of what she could mean to me.

I have never been in love before, but I knew that if I got close to her she would change that. She was that kind of girl. She could make me smile, not many people can. She was truthful with me. Hell, she gave me a second chance. And I, in my typical stupid fashion, ruined that chance.

My third big mistake was assuming she would give me a third chance.

I took her out to lunch the other day. And she told me just how much of an arse I had been, without actually doing so. I'm not going to lie, she was right. No doubt in my mind that she was right. I ignored her for five years. I put her out of my mind and out of my life for five long years. I ignored how it would make her feel and I didn't speak to her for five years.

What she doesn't know is that I knew how badly I treated her. I didn't mean to do it, or maybe I did. I don't like to travel that deeply into my psyche. I like to believe that I'm not that bad of a guy. But the other day, that look on her face, I knew I was a bad guy. I was her bad guy.

I had broken her heart and I didn't even know it.

What she didn't know was that I had broken my own heart in the process. For fifteen years I had denied that I could ever feel anything for anyone. For fifteen years I believed that as long as you had someone in your bed at the end of the day then you were doing well. For fifteen years I tried to make myself believe that love didn't exist.

And for fifteen years I missed her, I really really missed her.

I thought of her every day. Since the day I left school till they day I met her in the bookstore till the day I took her to lunch till today, when I write and publish this. I miss her. I miss even being mean to her, because at least she would talk back to me.

She was always good at standing up for herself.

I still can't believe that I didn't recognize her as a brunette. I think that part of me knew though, or at least hoped. Why else would I have been so attracted to her? I mean, many girls are beautiful. But, I'm not actually attracted to them. I don't actually have the need to have them with me.

I needed her.

I need her.

I want her.

I dream of her.

I love her.

And so, I write this. To let the world know that I am an idiot. A supreme idiot. I let THE GIRL go. She was the girl too. She was the one. She was everything to me and I never gave her a chance to know. I never gave my self a chance to show her. I never did anything correctly with her.

I love her, I do.

And the only reason I know that I love her is because I've never had a girl get to me the way she is.

Some people may say that this is a drastic step to make.

It may be.

But,

IT'S WORTH IT.

So what if I look like an idiot?

I'm a fool in love.

And for the first time in my life I feel complete. Who knew all it took to feel complete was to be in love?

I'm in love with a girl who won't speak to me. I'm in love with a girl that rightly so is staying away from me.

Is it too much to ask for a fourth chance? I think I've made all the mistakes that I can. I've already run away. I won't do it again, no worries.

If you still want me, you know where I will be. After all, I'm in the middle of a good book, "Coping With Love". Meet me, please.

I love you.

Ginny had started to shake somewhere in the middle of the article. She didn't know what to do. She had never had anyone ever do this sort of thing before. She felt like throwing up, or crying. Or hitting him for making her want to cry. Or hitting him for loving her. Or just hitting him because she didn't know what else to do.