2nd Chapter

The next morning Ginny woke up early because she didn't have a good night sleep. Without even realizing, she thought about Draco the entire time. She turned to the side and looked at her alarm clock. It was seven o'clock in the morning. As she noticed that she couldn't sleep anymore, she decided to head downstairs and have some breakfast. So she began to eat peacefully. Throughout her bore in the kitchen, Ginny started to daydream when she suddenly caught a small flash in front of the door. It was Malfoy. For a while they both starred at each other. What Ginny saw in his eyes frightened her. His eyes were cold and empty and it looked like his life was taken away from him. People say, eyes are the windows to your soul. She looked away with fright.

"What am I doing here?" Draco asked. His voice seemed hoarse, but then again Ginny couldn't recognize any emotions. It was a little strange standing inside her mother's kitchen in her own house opposite the enemy. Draco Malfoy. She started to feel a bit of panic till she covered it with her own self-confidence and told Draco all about what happened the other night.

After she finished her last sentence, Ginny gave a quick glance at the blonde boy in front of her. At that moment he starred into another direction and thought about the words she just said carefully. Suddenly he turned around without saying anything. "Where are you going?" Ginny said without thinking. Malfoy turned his head sideways and just said "Back to my room…" He wanted to leave till he heard her voice speak again. "Dr…" She felt strange speaking his name. "Aren't you hungry? Because you haven't eaten since yesterday." Without looking at her or stopping he answered "No!" with strictness. Ginny knew that he wouldn't be a bit friendly to her. But he didn't act the same as always.

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The entire afternoon Ginny was thinking about him. She wanted to know what had changed him. Draco used to be so mysterious and mean, but now he seems so lifeless. He doesn't care about anything. Maybe it's because of his mother's death. How did she actually die? But asking him this kind of question would make him furious or even more upset. In her mind, Ginny didn't want to think about these things. She tried to be distracted by something else.

As the day went by she made herself dinner for the evening. She cooked enough food for two people, but she couldn't imagine eating dinner with Malfoy. So she didn't bother to ask him and ate alone.

After finishing her dinner, Ginny decided to bring some food for Draco into his room. Walking up the stairs slowly, carrying a heavy tray in her hands, made Ginny think of what he has been doing all day long. Alone in his room. She stopped in front of his door and put the tray down on the floor. She hesitated. But she took a deep breath and carefully knocked at his door. There was no answer… so she knocked again, just a little louder. It was still silent. "Maybe he is dead!" Ginny's thought frightened her. Slowly but curious she opened the door. There was no sign of Malfoy. But when she glanced into the direction of the window, she recognized his almost white hair immediately. He didn't say a word. It was like he didn't even notice she was in his room standing behind him.

"Um…are you hungry?" Ginny's voice sounded uncertain. "I brought you something to eat."
Malfoy just sat quietly in his chair, starring out the window. "No", is all he had to say. He didn't really seemed to care what was going on around him.
Ginny didn't bother his reaction. "But you must be hungry. You haven't eaten anything for two days."
"No…I'm not hungry." His deep voice began to raise a little.
"But…you have to eat something!" She didn't want to care about his appetite, but something made her worry about him. The silence in the room made her feel uncomfortable. She left the tray of food in his room and said with an angry tone "Fine! I'll pick it up later." And left.

After a while, the innocent red-haired girl decided to go back up into Draco's room to fetch his tray. While she was knocking, she opened the door silently. She didn't locate Malfoy at the window. This time he was lying calmly on the bed with his arms crossed behind his head. He was starring at the ceiling, as if it was stars. Ginny looked down at the tray. He didn't touch his food, neither his drink. Inside she felt furious. But throughout her natural innocence, she was afraid of his behavior. Without saying a word she took the tray and left his room.
"This is going to be an interesting time!" Ginny thought in a very sarcastic manner. But at least she wasn't alone.