Chapter 3: Worries
Draco stared up at the ceiling in his dormitory and watched the slytherin snakes and they slithered across the ceiling. It was 2 in the morning and he had been lying there since he had left the little weasel. Again he replayed the incident in her room and again he wondered why it was that he couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd tried sleeping but every time he shut his eyes the redhead appeared. He was curious as to what had happened to her that made her resort to something as desperate as cutting and he wondered why none of her brothers had picked up on what she was doing to herself. He'd realized why he had been drawn towards her when he'd seen her harming herself. It was simple. She reminded him of himself. Locked in a room with no one to help. A feeling of desperation and the need for that release. He'd been there and he'd done that; but he'd given up; and it had been hard. No one should ever have had to go through what he himself had. Not alone anyway. And that's why she was going to get his help, whether she wanted it or not. Draco closed his eyes and sighed. He knew that the main problem would be the trust issue. She would never trust him after what he'd done to the dream team since they'd got to Hogwarts. But what was he supposed to do. In slytherin there are no friends only close enemies and those with power and those too weak to seek it. Weakness was not something you show in the Slytherin common room.
When he was small, his father had taught him a very important lesson. No matter who you are on the inside you never let it show on the outside. And so he hadn't. He'd locked away his true person, caged himself up like an animal and shown only what people expected of him.
On the opposite side of the castle, Ginny Weasley also lay awake. She ran her fingers over the gauze for the millionth time that night as she thought over the events that had taken place that night. Her emotions were running high. She was scared that Malfoy would reveal her secret, confused as to why he had been there and although she would never admit it, glad that someone had finally noticed even if it had been Malfoy. She decided to go to Malfoy in the morning and beg him not to tell anyone and in return she would do anything excluding sexual activities. Ginny was wary about what Malfoy would want her to do but decided that whatever it was it would be worth it. With that thought in mind Ginny closed her eyes and tossed and turned, slowly drifted off in to a restless sleep.
As the sun rose on the Saturday morning, two very different people awoke each with the determination to find the other.
As it happened Ginny was the first to wake and she stood outside the Great Hall waiting for Malfoy to appear. Half an hour later she was still waiting and after her tummy had grumbled and she herself had done a bit of grumbling she decided to find him later and settled for having breakfast instead. Half way through her breakfast Draco Malfoy strode in to the Great Hall. His cool grey eyes sweeped over the Gryfindor table until they met Ginny's. He raised an eyebrow and smirked before shifting his gaze to the dream team who she had sat near to. His smirk widened as he saw them and made his way over to their table.
"Well, well well if it isn't the dream team" said Draco swaggering up to the table as though he owned the place.
"Get stuffed Malfoy," said Harry without even looking up from his copy of "Quidditch through the Ages". Draco stopped directly behind Ginny, but before he could open his mouth to say something back, Professor McGonagall showed up.
"Is there a problem here Mr Malfoy?" She asked.
"No, Professor" replied Malfoy with a scowl before turning around and heading to the Slytherin table.
Ginny let out the breath she'd been holding since Malfoy had approached. She'd been worried he was going to say something and as her heartbeat returned to normal she looked back at her plate and only then was she aware of a slip of paper beside her plate.
Meet me by the lake after breakfast. DM
There was no need to wonder what DM stood for. Ginny looked over at the Slytherin table where Malfoy was piling pancakes on to his plate and ignoring her completely. She looked back at her plate and the note no longer hungry. She swallowed some of her orange juice from her goblet and swallowed her fears away at the same time. Then she got up to and exited the Great Hall without a backward glance.
Authors note: Sorry it's been a while sine I updated but I'm on holiday at the moment in America and I have exams coming up in a week and a half. So I probably won't update for a couple of weeks.
Thanks to anyone who reviewed. Review if you haven't, review again if you have. Thank you
Draco stared up at the ceiling in his dormitory and watched the slytherin snakes and they slithered across the ceiling. It was 2 in the morning and he had been lying there since he had left the little weasel. Again he replayed the incident in her room and again he wondered why it was that he couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd tried sleeping but every time he shut his eyes the redhead appeared. He was curious as to what had happened to her that made her resort to something as desperate as cutting and he wondered why none of her brothers had picked up on what she was doing to herself. He'd realized why he had been drawn towards her when he'd seen her harming herself. It was simple. She reminded him of himself. Locked in a room with no one to help. A feeling of desperation and the need for that release. He'd been there and he'd done that; but he'd given up; and it had been hard. No one should ever have had to go through what he himself had. Not alone anyway. And that's why she was going to get his help, whether she wanted it or not. Draco closed his eyes and sighed. He knew that the main problem would be the trust issue. She would never trust him after what he'd done to the dream team since they'd got to Hogwarts. But what was he supposed to do. In slytherin there are no friends only close enemies and those with power and those too weak to seek it. Weakness was not something you show in the Slytherin common room.
When he was small, his father had taught him a very important lesson. No matter who you are on the inside you never let it show on the outside. And so he hadn't. He'd locked away his true person, caged himself up like an animal and shown only what people expected of him.
On the opposite side of the castle, Ginny Weasley also lay awake. She ran her fingers over the gauze for the millionth time that night as she thought over the events that had taken place that night. Her emotions were running high. She was scared that Malfoy would reveal her secret, confused as to why he had been there and although she would never admit it, glad that someone had finally noticed even if it had been Malfoy. She decided to go to Malfoy in the morning and beg him not to tell anyone and in return she would do anything excluding sexual activities. Ginny was wary about what Malfoy would want her to do but decided that whatever it was it would be worth it. With that thought in mind Ginny closed her eyes and tossed and turned, slowly drifted off in to a restless sleep.
As the sun rose on the Saturday morning, two very different people awoke each with the determination to find the other.
As it happened Ginny was the first to wake and she stood outside the Great Hall waiting for Malfoy to appear. Half an hour later she was still waiting and after her tummy had grumbled and she herself had done a bit of grumbling she decided to find him later and settled for having breakfast instead. Half way through her breakfast Draco Malfoy strode in to the Great Hall. His cool grey eyes sweeped over the Gryfindor table until they met Ginny's. He raised an eyebrow and smirked before shifting his gaze to the dream team who she had sat near to. His smirk widened as he saw them and made his way over to their table.
"Well, well well if it isn't the dream team" said Draco swaggering up to the table as though he owned the place.
"Get stuffed Malfoy," said Harry without even looking up from his copy of "Quidditch through the Ages". Draco stopped directly behind Ginny, but before he could open his mouth to say something back, Professor McGonagall showed up.
"Is there a problem here Mr Malfoy?" She asked.
"No, Professor" replied Malfoy with a scowl before turning around and heading to the Slytherin table.
Ginny let out the breath she'd been holding since Malfoy had approached. She'd been worried he was going to say something and as her heartbeat returned to normal she looked back at her plate and only then was she aware of a slip of paper beside her plate.
Meet me by the lake after breakfast. DM
There was no need to wonder what DM stood for. Ginny looked over at the Slytherin table where Malfoy was piling pancakes on to his plate and ignoring her completely. She looked back at her plate and the note no longer hungry. She swallowed some of her orange juice from her goblet and swallowed her fears away at the same time. Then she got up to and exited the Great Hall without a backward glance.
Authors note: Sorry it's been a while sine I updated but I'm on holiday at the moment in America and I have exams coming up in a week and a half. So I probably won't update for a couple of weeks.
Thanks to anyone who reviewed. Review if you haven't, review again if you have. Thank you