I do not own Hp and I was not brilliant enough to think up the characters.
I added a little bit more to the ending of this chapter. I thought it was appropriate for it to be in this chapter and not the soon coming third chapter.
Charmed
By Terra Rose
Chapter Two
The sheets were cold like an artic breeze had bustled through her bedroom. But she ignored the bitter coolness and forced herself to lie upon the divan. She snapped her eyes shut begging and pleading her body to sleep. Because sleep meant she could escape her problems and fears, escape to her dreams of fairies and unicorns. But as much as she wanted sleep, her eyes opened slowly and she stared up at the cracking paint on the ceiling. Her hair seemed a field of poppies laid upon the aged pillow. Her eyes were rich chocolates sparkling before greedy mouths. She had no idea how each movement she made drove a certain Slytherin in pure ecstasy.
But his longing for her is beyond the point for no kiss could bring Ginny out of the Doldrums. She felt like she was misspent in a hedge maze, green brush growing tall like trees. And she was left forlorn and solitary to rummage each twist and bend of the maze feeling utterly sorry for herself.
But then again.... Draco...the very name seemed to escape her lips a longing sigh, seemed to twirl about her bedroom, parade her window sill, and make Ginny sit up in bed ready to scream.
Sleep would never come. It refused her and that made Ginny even more frustrated. So she got up from her ice chest of a bed and went over to her empty fireplace. Ginny grabbed a few large pieces of wood and tossed them into the grabble. She threw a few sheets of parchment in as well and sent a match flying in to light the fire.
The dark side... It was a very stupid thing indeed. She could never join the dark side when she knew what they stood for and what they did to each other; what they did to themselves.
So they all thought she had joined the Dark side. It sounded comical almost. Ginny Weasley, Deatheater extraordinaire. Who ever believed such a tale was crazier than those staying permanently at St.Mungo's. It sounded like those mystery narratives that muggles listened to on radios.
Morning came with Ginny still perched upon her stool staring at the dying embers of the roaring fire she had prepared hours ago. Ginny dressed restlessly, struggling with the amber buttons of her charcoal black sweater. Her hair was like a lion's mane flying about out of reach. She felt like she had a head of snakes. She tied a gold and maroon ribbon around what hair would behave and decided that would have to do. Then she slipped her brown shoes on, sighed and went up the narrow stairs to eat breakfast.
Draco was already there when she came into the great hall that frosty morning. He sat at his usual spot at the center of the Slytherin table, his hair brushed back tastefully, and his eyes a clearer blue. But Ginny paid no attention to him; she paid no attention to anyone in the empty hall.
She just went quietly over to her spot, like a meager little mouse, trying to shield her face from the few people in the hall. Draco watched her intently like he had every morning since she had been back. He loved to watch her smile as rare as that was and how she twirled her hair around her finger the way she always did.
" Hey, Malfoy. Whatcha lookin at?" Crabbe asked sitting next to him. Malfoy was sure the bench elevated some. Draco felt himself get irritated. These people he was sitting with, his friends, they were the ones who had attacked the girl he cared about. And besides, they were complete pillocks.
So he got up, ignoring his idiotic and chafe of a friend, and ambled over to the very caboose of the lengthy Gryffindor table. Ginny was staring at the bowl of porridge she was carelessly sprinkling brown sugar over. Her beautiful chestnut eyes were clouded over with sorrow. Draco snapped his black cloak closed and sat down across the table from her. While it was still early, no one would notice him.
" Ginny..." He whispered trying to pull her attention from the porridge. Her eyes flickered and she glanced up at him.
" Could we talk?" He asked trying to keep his voice from sounding too brawny.
She nodded uncertainly dropping the handle of her spoon onto rim of the bowl.
" I know...Something about you...About where you were."
"What is it?" She asked him without any feeling.
" Well, perhaps you would walk outside the Great Hall with me. I do not wish to cause a predicament with the uncouth Gryffindors."
Ginny again nodded. It would be awfully strange to see a slytherin at the Gryffindor table.
They walked to a corridor where the Quidditch Pitch was visible, the fog rising. Several figures robed in scarlet swirled about on broomsticks.
" Shouldn't you be practicing? There is a match this Saturday."
" Not our day to use the pitch. The bloody Gryffindors booked it all day." Draco snipped leaning against the railing.
"So what is it that you wanted to talk about?" Ginny asked wondering why talking to him seemed so natural.
"I would rather converse somewhere more private. Gin.. I would like to meet you in a location a bit more intimate." His features were so evident when she was up close to him.
He had extraordinarily thoughtful and mysterious eyes flushed with color. She had never noticed that he had very pronounced cheekbones and a firm jaw line. He had such lovely clothes on. His robe was a designer label, with the softest looking material Ginny had seen. And his onyx shoes were so shiny. His hair was perfectly styled and combed.
Ginny blushed looking at those horrible brown shoes that she had on. All of a sudden she felt quite plain with her silly red hair and charcoal knit sweater.
"Wh….where?" She asked, her voice becoming a bit horse.
"The room of requirement. Meet me there at 8 tonight." He whispered and dashed off just as a large group of slytherins came into sight.
8 o'clock began to get closer and closer as Ginny sat at her muggle desk, a quill in hand, struggling with a potions essay. She glanced at the clock when she could take no more and realized that she would be late if she did not leave soon. Dashing to her wardrobe, she began digging through her different assortments of robes to find something suitable.
After settling on a scarlet robe that she had only worn once to a Christmas party, she put her hair up in a neatly shaped bun and put on a dab of perfume. For some reason, she felt so inadequate in front of Draco. She left her room in a hurry and made for the Room of Requirement.
Draco was already there when she finally arrived. Swinging the heavy door closed behind her she saw that he sat with his back away from her in a large maroon colored chair. He seemed to be reading something very interesting, for her entrance did not break his concentration. The room was decorated in a fashion Ginny had not seen before. Everything about the furniture and carpet screamed elegance.
To Ginny's surprise, Draco did not have his hair slicked back like usual. Instead it fell onto his forehead nonchalantly. She strode over to the table where he was sitting and sat next to him in an extravagantly decorated pale green armchair. After a few moments of sitting with no acknowledgement, she leaned over to see what the young slytherin was immersed in.
Memory Potions: Potion Master Level, Book 3
Perturbed, Ginny got up to leave but she felt a warm hand catch her own during her brief departure.
" Wait. Just give me a chance, Gin." He pleaded in the softest voice she had ever heard from him. Still holding his hand, she sat back down in the strangely enough, very comfortable armchair.
"How do you know about this room, Malfoy?" She asked him, crossing her legs in an attempt to hide her brown shoes.
"I have my ways." He whispered secretively as he closed the peculiar book. He got to his feet and walked over to the teacart; an article of furniture Ginny had not noticed earlier when she came into the room.
"What is it that we need to discuss?" Ginny asked, brushing a strand of hair out of the way.
"Just a moment." Draco answered softly. His voice was so unusual to Ginny, being so warm and soft. His harsh drawl was absent from any of his words.
Draco served the tea and they sat for a moment just sipping from their cups, both lost in their own private thoughts.
"Malfoy, How did you know that I like only honey and lemon in my tea?"
"I know much more than that, Ginny.. Please call me Draco." She looked up and met his gaze.
"Draco..what is it that you know?"
What was he to say? The correct words would never come. He sat there in the closeness of the extraordinary room beholding a girl that he cared for so deeply. And she had no remembrance of the love that they had shared.
"Do you remember when I came to your bedroom the other day?" He asked in a very soft voice. She nodded hoping to hear his sweet mellifluous voice again.
" I realized that you have no memory of what happened these past months." Ginny looked at him dubiously wondering how he acquired this information. But she wished only to hear his voice again, so she motioned for him continue.
" I went to the library that day. I have been searching for a specific book. I found it this morning." He held up the questionable book for her to see in clear view.
"Potions?" She asked, brushing some of her scarlet hair away from her forehead.
"Memory Potions." His voice was so sweet…She wished she could just listen to him talking all day. It wasn't a drawl or nasty bitter tone that she had grown accustomed to. It was a soft like a nocturne.
"I don't understand, Draco." She said almost surprised as his wonderfully distinguished name flowed from her tongue as though she had always called him by his first name. He smiled at her but it wasn't a sneer; instead a gentle smile that had a trace of care in it.
"I know you don't. I barely understand myself. But I have to find a way for you to remember. I'll do whatever it takes." He stated this with such emphasis that his tea saucer and cup began to shake with his hands. He set them down firmly.
"Will you do something for me?" Ginny asked in the sweetest voice she could conjure. He looked into her eyes thoughtfully and nodded.
"Tell me one thing and tell me the complete truth. Why are trying to help me? Why are you being nice to me? Why?" Her words floated from her soft pink lips. He closed his eyes for a few moments.
"I love you, Ginny."