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Chapter Two
For the rest of the hour that Gryffindor and Slytherin shared the Quidditch pitch, Ginny
found herself staring not at the raven-haired boy she adored oh-so much, but at the
Slytherin Prince. When she closed her eyes to rest, all she could see was Malfoy's stormy
grey eyes. She longed to touched his face, to hold his hand, to be held in his embrace, to...
Wait! Slow down Ginny Weasley! What's all this about Malfoy? Dont even go there!
Ginny sat up straight at the sound of that angry little voice in her head. But on the other
hand, Malfoy is really hot...
Ginny's head began to hurt as the voices raged on inside her throbbing head. Suddenly, a
familiar voice called her name.
"Ginny? Are you okay?" It was Harry. Ginny jumped in shock and gazed at Harry with a
look of confusion on her freckled face. Instinctively, Ginny looked up at the sky, and
noticed that training for both houses had ended. Ginny looked back down at Harry and
noticed a blonde haired figure standing a distance behind him, but staring at the same
person: Her. It was Draco Malfoy.
He grinned at Ginny, whisked around and walked away. Ginny's heart soared at the mere
sight of his grin... Ginny turned back to reality and faced Harry. Plastering on a smile,
Ginny nodded, picked up her things and headed down to Harry.
The sun sank beneath the clouds as the sky grew darker and darker. Ginny and Harry
walked side-by-side back to the castle. Harry kept throwing sideways glances at the red-
headed girl who today was abnormally quiet. Normally, after Quidditch practice, Ginny
would be raving non-stop with admiration about his reflexes and just about everything he
had done during practice.
But today, she hadn't said a word since they started their long walk back to the castle.
Walking through the lush gardens outside the castle, the two students maintained an
awkward silence. Thoughts of Ginny reeled through Harry's mind and thoughts of Draco
Malfoy reeled through Ginny's mind. Harry had always looked upon Ginny as the little
sister he never had, but recently, just over the summer, Harry had been pondering over
things, things between the both of them. Harry was beginning to picture the two of them
as more than just big brother and little sister...
Dinner that night was awfully quiet. Ginny kept looking up at the Slytherin table and
would always see Draco staring at her with that lopsided grin on his face, and upon
seeing that grin, Ginny would blush and lower her head back down and focus once more
on her food.
Harry, needless to say, was catching on Ginny's mood. The raven-haired boy was equally
quiet and his emerald-green eyes were filled with worry each time he looked at the
redhead sitting next to him.
Ron and Hermione sensed the awkwardness and agreed silently not to say anything.
Ginny, apparently, was the only one who had not even noticed the unnatural silence of
the meal that night, and all thoughts in her head were all about a certain blonde boy.
That night, Ginny lay snuggled under the thick, warm comforters and all she could think
of was still Draco Malfoy.
Why do I feel this way about him? He's the terrible bully who teased me for the past four
years, why should I feel any different about him now? Thoughts and opinions of this
situation raced through her head for about another hour or so, until finally, she fell asleep.