A special thanks to all reviewers! You all are soooo wonderful and encourage me to continue writing.

Another note: every time there is a journal entry, for the moment, Draco is the one who is reading the entry. Thanks, TR

Charmed

By Terra Rose

Chapter 4

Dear Diary,

I suppose I shall call you a diary simply because to say Dear Journal doesn't have the same effect. Writing seems to help me deal with all of my problems. But looking at all of my blessings, I realize how much worse my life could be. No matter how much I am hurting, someone is hurting so much worse. I want to be a good person. The kind that is remembered simply for being thoughtful. I often find myself thinking only of me. I see people everyday and wonder if they are happy. I see Draco Malfoy and wonder what pain he has had to endure to make him act so unkind. And Pansy Parkinson… certainly her life has been difficult. It is so hard to be hated by most of those dreadful Slytherin. I want so badly to see the good in them. I just can't give up on them. Sometimes I wish that You know Who could find the good in himself. I know his death eaters and his plans to murder everyone I know and love, but I cant give up that hope that everyone has a beautiful loving heart . I must sound like a silly girl.

Love,

Me

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Ginny sat properly, her legs crossed and her hands folded neatly in her lap. A petite cup of tea was balanced on her knee. She sat in a delicate leather chair in the unfamiliar room Draco had led her to. After Draco had revealed that he had received the same instruction to meet with her, He gave her vague directions to meet him in the evening after lessons. And so she had done just that. They met by the Large portrait of Sir Konis and Draco led her to a private room. But they hadn't spoken; not even a 'hello'. There were pictures covering the walls of Slytherin students from all different time periods. Ginny even saw a few photographs of Professor Snape glaring at the camera. Ginny had tied her red locks into a bun and had put on a charcoal robe for the piercing rain outside had caused the castle to be awfully drafty. Draco sat opposite of her, a scowl on his face. He would be awfully handsome if he didn't always have a sour expression on his face.

"Are you going to speak to me?" She inquired, her soft voice barely making it across the room to his ears. He looked at her with a glimpse of annoyance in his stone gray eyes.

"What is it that I am supposed to say to you?" His voice was very cold, almost cruel. He actually sounded a lot like Lucius Malfoy. She decided not to let his surliness bother her.

"I suppose you could have asked me how my classes were today. If you had of asked me, I would have said 'fine'." She quipped ready for another one his trademark comments. He glowered turning away from her.

" I certainly do not care if your day was fine or awful. I would not voluntarily be speaking to you at all." Draco answered curtly. Ginny looked at him for a moment wondering why he was so repulsed by her.

"I am sorry that I am so abhorrent to you." She got up and set her tea cup down with force causing it to tumble over and spill.

"You must really hate me. I mean your family has more wealth, opportunities, and just about everything I do not have. That must really boil your blood." She snatched her rucksack up and departed as quickly as she could.

Ginny's feet faithfully carried her across the school to Professor McGonagall's office. There was no possible way that she would be willing to spend a hour everyday with that sorry excuse for a human being. He was everything that she stood against. For several years, she had struggled with trying to see the good in him. But every time they spoke, he gave her more reasons to doubt that he even had a soul. His nose was so stuck up, he had probably never seen the floor. She reached McGonagall's office very swiftly and lightly tapped on the door. A moment later, the transfiguring genius herself stood in the doorframe.

"Ms. Weasley! What seems to be the problem." Ginny looked up into her beady black eyes, obviously looking perturbed herself. McGonagall had always been a very elegant looking woman. But now as she stood there, her face look worn and very old.

"I was wondering if I could speak with you." She requested in a squeak like a mouse. McGonagall raised her eyebrows.

"Of course, come inside." She invited. Ginny stepped inside the Deputy Headmistresses office that she had visited only a few times before. It smelled of cinnamon; a familiar scent to Ginny. Her mother had always been fond of St. Caliton Cinnamon candles. There were piles of parchment everywhere, along with several bookcases completely full of Spell books. Her desk was completely lost in all the pandemonium. Ginny was puzzled as to why the office was so cluttered when Professor McGonagall had always been a strictly tidy and organized lady. Ginny took a seat, careful to avoid all of the parchment.

"I am grading my summer assignments for my N.E.W.T. class. Now what is it that I can do for you." McGonagall asked seating herself on a stool by her fireplace. Ginny wondered what the assignment could be. Only 12 students had made the O.W.L.s to get into McGonagall's N.E.W.T. class.

"I am just having a little difficulty adjusting to the new mentor the Headmaster has assigned me. Is there anyway that I might speak with him?" McGonagall shook her head grimly.

"Oh no, dear. He is out for the rest of this week on Order Business. He did leave me a letter to deliver to you if you ever requested to see him." She answered while going over to her massive desk and pulling a small envelope out of a desk drawer.

"Oh, ok." Ginny accepted the letter and opened it carefully.

Dear Ms. Weasley,

I understand how you must feel about your new mentor. Please understand that it is in your best interest to associate with Mr. Malfoy. I am hoping that your influence will keep him from swaying in the wrong direction. As you may already know, the dementors have left Azkaban. Lucius Malfoy has been spotted in Liverpool with some familiar Deatheaters. I know this sounds frightening but just know that you are the only who can protect Mr. Malfoy from a fate worse than death. And I am sure that you need someone to talk to. Trust in my decisions and please do not give up on Mr. Malfoy.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

The next day

He didn't know why he acted the way he did. Perhaps it was just the way he was used to treating people. And every since he could remember, The Weasleys had been mud. But he had never really used the word 'hate' to describe how he felt about Ginny. He hadn't really thought much of her. He had always thought she was fair of face. He had once even noticed that her smile was very warm. But her brother, Ron was such a prat. Draco scoffed thinking about the fool, falling all over himself every time Granger walked by.

But Ginny…she was so strange. The thing that made her stand out was that she didn't try to be noticeable. She just accepted whatever attention was given to her by her fellow Gryffindors. All the girls that Draco had ever involved himself with were always attempting to be eye catching. Ginny already was.

Draco heard a soft tap at the side window of the Slytherin common Room. He turned to see a strange snowy owl there with a letter attached to his talons. He accepted the letter and shooed the bird away.

Malfoy,

I sincerely apologize for departing so abruptly yesterday evening. It was extremely uncalled for and completely out of character for myself. I have already attempted to terminate our meetings but it was to no avail. Since I am sure that receiving a letter from the likes of me is disgusting, I will make this brief. I propose that if we are forced to comply with the Headmaster's requests, we can agree to be civil.

Thank You,

Ginny Weasley

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Things had constantly been hard for her. Being the youngest of a very poor family was not a easy position uphold. Often she had wished that perhaps one day, her father would come home and say that he had received a better paying job. Sometimes, she would look at her tattered robes and wish that she could have more. And being the youngest of family as large as theirs, often she felt very invisible. Of course She knew that as long as she had her brothers, she would always be ok. But Charlie had been her favorite because he was sweet and understanding. Percy was so consumed in his own life, Ron was very bossy, Bill was continuously preoccupied with obligations, Fred and George were…well they were Fred and George. But Charlie had been there for her all the time. He had owled her every week describing his adventures, sending wonderful gifts, and always encouraging her to have hope. He was the one brother that took the time to get to know her. He was the one who had loved her for who she was. And he was gone.

Ginny sat at the very large Gryffindor table on that very starry evening, sipping a cup of chi and reading about gnomes. She would be meeting with Draco in about 30 minutes. She had owled him earlier that day apologizing for her abrupt departure yesterday. She had explained in the letter that as long as they were stuck spending time together, they could agree on civility . And to her surprise he had replied:

Fine. Let us meet at 7:00. Same place

It was short but it was something.

Just as Ginny decided to read one more Chapter and then be off, Hermione came strolling into the Hall with a piece of parchment clasped in her hands.

"Ginny! Just wait until you read this!" Her voice was high-pitched and sounded strangely like a flying squirrel. Ginny book-marked her page and set it aside as Hermione slide into the seat next to hers. She handed Ginny the parchment, biting her lower lip violently.

"Hermione, What is going on?" She asked, although her voice was wispy. Hermione giggled happily and nudged her to read the parchment. As she unfolded it, she realized it was an article from the Witch's Weekly. There was a picture of Harry in his Quidditch robe flying on his Firebolt, waving at the camera with a grin on his face. It read:

Exclusive Interview with Hogwarts Student and Idol: Harry Potter.

Ginny looked up at Hermione questioningly.

"Read!"

We asked Harry a whole lot of questions. It is our chance to be nosy with one of the most adored wizards in the UK!

Us: Does living with the fear of You-know-who bother you terribly?

Harry: Of course it does. But we must always have faith that things will work out right. You-know-who will be defeated one day and then the fear will be gone.

Us: Have you considered a career in Quidditch?

Harry: Yes, I certainly have. Several teams have already offered me a position . But right now I have other interests.

Us: Other interests? Like what?

Harry: well, I am considering becoming a Auror. In this hard time, it would best if I pursue a career that will be beneficial. Although it is not really the kind of career I would like to have when I want to start a family.

Us: Oh, Speaking of.. Have you found A special girl yet?

Harry: (Laughs) Well, you could say that. (He is blushing)

Us: Come on, Harry. Who is this mystery girl?

Harry: I really wouldn't just call her a special girl. Ginny Weasley is the love of my life.

Ginny set the paper down, very confused.

"Did you read it?" Hermione asked very quickly, almost shaking her off the bench. Ginny picked the paper up again and read it.

"Is it true, Hermione? Is what he is saying about me true?" She questioned very softly. Hermione nodded her head very happily.

"It is more than true, Gin. You are all he talks about. If there is something going on with Harry, it has to do with you. You know last year when that Slytherin, Simon King, threw a snowball at you. Harry beat him up after you left. He would do anything just to make you smile." Hermione smiled brightly, patting Ginny's back.

"But he...he never mentioned feelings like these to me. Why would he tell the whole wizarding world that he loved me and not mention it to me?"

"I think he is afraid that you don't care for him anymore. He told me he is planning on asking you to spend some time with him during the Hogsmeade trip next week." Ginny got up from her seat at the table, and began to collect her things very rapidly. She was so confused and her feelings were going a mile a minute. She had loved Harry to pieces for such a long time. She had watched his every move, longed for him every night before bed,and hope that he would notice her one day. And when she had finally decided that he was just a silly crush and that he could only be a friend, Harry confesses his love in a Witch's Weekly article.