(A/N: Sorry, another short chapter. Hopefully this is a good one, I thought it was a bit boring, but it's crucial. Enjoy, and thanks for reading and reviewing!)

Warning Not beta'd.

Disclaimer: Not mine, I only own the plot and my severe depression that is in the depth of Ginny.

This chapter is inspired by my best friend, Shifa.

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Chapter 4: She doesn't know

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Draco's Point of View:

After leaving the little Weaslette in that empty corridor, I wondered if I was still sane, because surely I was becoming insane by the minute. I mean, when I see her, I just feel this pinch in my heart and I want to go over there to comfort her. But she doesn't know that I know. Yes, I Draco Malfoy know of her troubled relationship with her family. You must think I'm a stalker or a perverted person who watches the youngest weasel. You're wrong. Absolutely wrong. It all happened before Voldemort died, nearly six months ago in April. I was walking around in Diagon Alley, for I was a Death eater. But don't be angry I was indeed a double agent as Snape was. I was on a "mission" to kill a certain family that would be shopping in Diagon alley that day. I was wondering around in my invisibility cloak my father bought for me on my sixteenth birthday. I was extremely angry and couldn't wait to leave. I hated this idea of killing people just because they aren't purebloods. Who are we to kill people just because they are different? I have been walking around for hours waiting for the order to come in and tell the family to retreat, but something caught my eye, a young woman wearing a black, tattered hooded robe covering her face slightly watching a father and daughter sit at a ice cream shop, talking and laughing with each other. Only her eyes were revealed and it had such great sadness, even I felt it penetrate through my soul. I wanted to help her, to talk to her, to comfort her. Why was she staring so helplessly at a father and daughter eating ice cream? I had to know.

Flashback:

Ginny's Point of View

Mother made me go to Diagon Alley with her today. It was spring holidays, and we were out for a week. This week my Mother wouldn't let me hang out with my friends, she thought it would be much better if I learn to clean my room and help her around the house would suffice. I was angry of course. Why couldn't I hang out with my friends on hols? Of course I couldn't! I laughed harshly. I had to stay and listen to my Mother go on about how well Ron does in his studies, and how I'm utterly stupid for bringing home failing grades. Yes If I'm so damned stupid, why don't you sell me and maybe you will get a decent amount of money so they can enjoy having luxuries. If I actually tried in my studies, I would probably be smarter then Hermione Granger herself! But of course, I don't have the drive nor the ambition to be "smart". My best friend Sarah says, "If I could, I would drop out of school and learn about things my own way, such as live in a library. But our society requires a paper of showing how "smart" we are. We must go to school, that is how we become smart." I totally agree with her. I think if I lived in a library even for a year, I'd be smarter then the whole school combined. But we must attend school to be considered anything in life, sadly my Mother is one of those people who believe in that particular way of becoming something in life. I finally escaped my Mother's clutches, she went into a clothes shop, while I told her I had to visit a bookshop for school. Of course she made a joke about me actually reading a book and I was on my way down the street rolling my eyes before she could finish her sentence. I put my robe's hood over my head, incase I saw a familiar face. I was not in the mood to say hi and make small talk. I wanted to take the long way so it would take me forever to get back to my Mother. But I should have taken the fastest route, for I made a terribly, horrible mistake. In front of my eyes was the enemy of my mind, body and soul. A Father sitting with his daughter at an ice cream parlor, laughing and talking as if they were best friends. My mouth hung open and I stared at them as if they were tantalizing food. Why couldn't I have that with my Father? I'll tell you why, number one, he's never home and when he is he has no time for me. Number two, every time I try to talk to him, he ignores me completely. Number three, If I do finally get to talk to him, he says something that pisses me off and then he yells and slaps me one or two. My life is beautiful isn't it? Don't get me wrong. I might have my life, but life itself is a glorious thing. Even though I want to die, I'd miss all the buildings, the smell of flowers and the sunsets. I hid behind a alley, watching them intensely. The daughter was talking about something, and she got some ice cream on her cheek. The father laughed and wiped it off with his finger and smiled warmly in her direction. My heart did a flip flop and my eyes started to water. How beautiful, is that. How wonderful. I'm glad people have those luxuries in life. I wish I had that, but unfortunately I don't. A tear rolled down my cheek, I furiously wiped it off and ran into the bookstore.

Draco's Point of View:

I saw how the tears welled up in her chocolate colored eyes, and how her rosy cheeks turned deep red. My heart ached. I felt stupid. How could I feel something as deep as that, when I don't even know the young woman? I felt like a sensitive bastard. I'm not supposed to be sensitive, but her eyes burned into mine, and I felt a connection. I don't know what it was, but I had to see her face and find out her name. I just had too. I ran after her into the bookstore, where I saw her running towards the end of the shop, most likely to be alone. I quietly walked over and thanked the Gods I had a invisibility cloak. She sat down in the corner and was lightly crying. She picked up her hand and delicately took of her hood. And to my horror, it was the youngest Weasley. I bite my tongue, trying not to yell at my foolishness. How could I be drawn to the likes of her? Her face flushed, her vibrant red-hair coming out of her hood in flowing tendrils. The tears flowing down her cheeks. She looks utterly beautiful. How could I miss her? My heart did a flip flop and I couldn't help but feel for the little weasel. She started muttering by herself.

"I'm so stupid! Who cares if Father doesn't like me that way? I'm just a horrible person. I don't deserve it anyway. I'm not meant to be loved." She sniffed and put back on her hood, while walking straight out the door. I sighed and followed after her. She walked slowly and quietly, I guess not to attract attention and then I saw her approach her mother, a chubby, plump sort of a woman. She wore a sneer even I would be afraid of. I was meters away, so I couldn't hear anything. I saw the mother spit words at the weasel and the younger one seeming to apologize. The mother didn't seem like she cared, for she raised her hand and slapped the weasel hard in the face. My mouth dropped. The younger girl just looked back at her mother with no expression, nodded and followed her mother down the alley.

Now I understood everything, she needed help, and fast.

End of Flashback:

Ginny's Point of View:

To die would be an awfully great adventure, was all through my head while I walked back to Gryffindor Tower. When I'm alone I spend my time thinking about death. Moaning Myrtle and I would get along great I suppose. But haven't you ever wondered what death would be like? How would it feel? Where would you go afterwards? We all know of Heaven and Hell, but what if there is no such thing, what if you are floating about in a black abyss for eternity wanting to find salvation but it never comes because of all the sins we have caused in our previous lives. I dream, I contemplate, I imagine of things that are not real, or of things that make my world seem out of place with all the horrible things going on in reality. I couldn't help think of Malfoy though, what does he want from me? Why does he want to know? He has everything in life. He is the hottest guy at Hogwarts, all the girls swoon over him. He has money, power and amazingly good looks. Why does he want to know about my life? Oh, maybe it's a prank. He's known for breaking girls hearts and mending them with his charm. He's smart and cultured and I, just trying to pass this year with passing grades. I don't care much for my life, and don't care if I fail...Okay, maybe I do. but where is my devotion for all these things? I wish I had ambition! But I don't anymore. I try, and try but I don't have it.

I skived off my first lessons, sitting in my room doing absolutely nothing. Just staring out the window, reading a book and thinking of my life.

The week went by quickly as possible as if the Gods, really wanted me to go home. I was packed and ready by Friday afternoon, waiting to get on the train in Hogsmeade. I sighed, sitting in the common room. My brother and his two best friends, Harry and Hermione were talking in hushed voices and I was sitting on the opposite side. Nearly Headless Nick, came by and told the whole common room that the carriages were to take us to Hogsmeade and then on the train home. I sighed and picked up my stuff while headed out towards the doors. I already said bye to my roommates, they didn't have to go home. I walked down the hallway and finally out the great double doors. It was pouring rain, and it was dark and gloomy. How wonderful. I loved when it was like this. It was bitterly cold as well, and I sniffed the air loving the smell of soot and dirt. I smiled and hopped inside a carriage.

Arrived in Hogsmeade and hopped into the train as well. I found a compartment all to myself, seeing how only a few people decided to go home. My solace. My Solitude. How nice. I should stay quiet and absorb all this happiness.

The train stopped and so did my thoughts. I finally realized I was going home. Great, just bloody great. I grimaced and saw my Mother...hold on! She was...smiling? I felt my stomach drop. My mother has a beautiful smile. I wish she could smile at me like that all the time. It automatically made me smile and I waved. She waved and gestured for me to hurry up. I grabbed my bags while smiling like a idiot. I practically skipped over to her and said hello. She smiled and told me it was getting late, and that she had to get dinner ready at home. I nodded enthusiastically and followed her towards our blue enchanted, flying car. She drove us home, and I felt happy to be home for once. We arrived and the house smelled wonderful as usual. it was quiet seeing as it was only mother and I. I felt excited for some reason, as if she agreed for me to talk to her. Odd isn't it? I ran upstairs and threw my bags on my bed and ran back down to talk to her some more. She was making potatoes, greens and roasted chicken. I inhaled the heavenly scent and watched her work. It fascinated me how she could chop things with precision. I sat at the table while she brought potatoes to the table and started to peel them in front of me. She smiled, I smiled back. I like this. I wish it was always like this.

"So, how's school?" She started. I felt my face almost rip apart when she asked. She never asks me questions!

"Great. I think I'll have a good year, this year. " I replied, smiling like a moron.

"That's nice."

"How are things at home?" I said wanting to keep the conversation going.

"Good. Your father is working very hard, so tonight we will have a feast."

"Oh, that's good."

"It is."

I tapped my fingers on the table, wishing I could say something more. I remember my friends always talking about how they tell their mothers everything, and seem like they are best friends. I have nothing to talk to my mother about. I wish I did.

"I got 100 on my essay in History of Magic." I said. She always praised Ron about getting 100 or even 37.

"That's nice." She replied. My stomach dropped. I was disappointed. Hmm, I'll try a little harder.

"Yeah, Half of the class couldn't even get above 70 but I did, oh yes I did!" I said smugly.

"Dear, could you get the plates and set them?" I stared at her in shock. Did she hear a word I was saying?

"Um, sure." I stood up and got the plates, setting them up at the table. I sighed. I knew it wouldn't last long, but I tried.

After setting up the table, I went upstairs and tears flowed. Of course she doesn't care of I get 100, but if I fail. I get beaten! Life is horrible to me.

A hour later, Father arrived and Mother was calling me downstairs to eat. I did a brief hello to my Father, I was never close to him and I doubt I ever will be. We also never sat all together at the table and ate, Don't know why, we just never did. I wish we could, but I know it would be terribly awkward. No one would talk. I know it. I grabbed a plate and took some food. I told my dad about my essay, he waved me off telling me to get him some napkins. I sighed. Mother and Father sat down at the table and started talking instantly. I held my plate and went upstairs and ate quietly in my room.

What a day. At least I didn't get hit. I shrugged and finished my plate.

(A/N: Thanks for reading, please review. I promise it will get better. Any Ideas for what yall want me to put in? Got some stuff from Peterpan.

Love, Henna)