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I felt like such an idiot after I disapparated to Platform 9 ¾. That was probably the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me. But I couldn't help thinking…maybe it was fate? Maybe there was a reason I was seeing Ginny so often. You-Know-Who wanted me to, I knew that, but maybe another reason? Yes there was another reason. There had to be.
I walked onto the Hogwarts Express, planning on sitting by myself. Crabbe and Goyle had sort of deserted me. Pansy, god knows where she was. And although I hate to admit it, those were my only three friends. What friends they turned out to be. I hurried to find an empty compartment when I realized a horrible thing. Prefects duty…After dropping off my trunk in the compartment, I hurried to the front of the train where the meeting was to take place. I opened the door, and sighed as I searched it. Not a Ginny in sight. I sat down in the back (it was a very large compartment) not listening to a word the Head Girl was saying. After a couple of minutes the train started up, and the meeting officially started. Granger and Weasley were sitting in the front row, and I noticed that he had his arm around her. I chuckled to myself and whispered, "Finally." I was feeling very relaxed and content with where I was and what I was doing- which was basically nothing. Until…
"Sorry I am late." I said, walking into the compartment, my face turning a dark shade of red. The Head Boy smiled at me and I was looking for an open seat when my eyes stopped upon…him. I froze and I realized he was looking at me the same way- eyes wide open, mouth hanging down a bit. It looked as though he had just been stunned.
"Excuse me, Miss. Can you please sit down so we can get back to the meeting?" the Head Boy said sweetly. I nodded my head not taking my eyes off of him. However after one more second of staring, I looked at Ron and Hermione and the seat next to them. I sat down quickly and didn't dare look at them. But they never gave up…
"Ginny? What was that all about!" Hermione gently whispered in my ear. I looked to her and I desperately wanted to tell her. Still, I shook my head and looked down at my hands. I said nor listened to anything for the rest of the meeting. My mind was on Draco's face. He looked so scared to see me. Why was that? Why was he acting so strange? I felt so confused…
"Ginny? Ginny?" came a voice. I looked around and saw that the meeting was over. Ron and Hermione were standing looking down at me. I rubbed my eyes, I had sort of drifted off.
"Huh?" I asked rather confused. Hermione gave Ron a worried look and Ron returned it.
"Ginny, are you alright?" Hermione asked as we left the prefects compartment. I immediately said that I was fine and kept walking. I was not in a mood to talk to anyone. Why? I don't know.
"Come on, Ginny," Ron started, "tell us what's going on." I told them I was fine. I kept telling them and telling but I couldn't take anymore. I turned around and started yelling at the top of my lungs.
"GUYS WILL YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY! I AM FINE, WELL ACTUALLY NO I'M NOT. BUT WHY DO YOU THINK I'LL LET YOU IN ON ANYTHING. SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME BE!"
I ran and I ran and I couldn't stop myself. Tears were flowing down my face. I have no idea why I was so angry and emotional. I guess all the emotions I had had over the past few weeks were leaking- no- bursting out me. Finally I hit the back of the train. No more running for me. I was tired so I stumbled into the nearest compartment and lay down on the seat, crying my eyes out.
She sat there crying for a few minutes. I wasn't sure what I should do. She didn't even know I was there. I thought maybe I should creep out before she notices m- wait…too late.
"Ohh noooo…" she sighed as she looked into my face. She sat up and wiped away her tears. I was about to ask what was wrong…but I couldn't…this was Weasley! I can't talk to her…she was- I couldn't even bring myself to say it. Because deep down I knew, she wasn't dirt, nor did she think of me that way. I thought she was going to rush out and tell Weasley Sr. or Potter…but surprisingly she didn't. She sat looking out the window. Finally she sighed and looked at me.
"Why are you here alone?" she asked matter-of-factly. Should I actually have a conversation with her? Doesn't matter that I ask that, because I did.
"Well my friends sorta ditched me. Not really friends." I said trying not to look at her. I could feel her amber eyes on me, and I knew it would be awkward if we made full-on eye contact. Then a question suddenly dawned on me.
"Why are you here and," Should I ask why she was crying? Too late, "why were you crying?" I heard her sigh and thought it would be a good chance to risk a glance at her. I turned my head towards her and saw, that once again, she was gazing out the window, her eyes falling upon the lake beside us.
"I'm not having a good day, and I wanted to be alone." At this she turned to me and continued slightly laughing, "You kinda ruined that plan now didn't ya?" Ginny meant it to be funny; however, I didn't take it that way.
"If you want me to leave I'll leave." I muttered under my breath. If truth be told, I didn't want to leave. Ginny was, for some strange reason, exceptionally good company. After a minute of dead silence, I took that as a yes and started to open the compartment door. But before I could fully open it, she grabbed my wrist. I looked into her eyes and they gave me a look that said, "Please…don't go." As I stood staring at her, her small soft hand slid slowly into mine.
What am I doing, I thought to myself, this is Dra-Malfoy! But at the same time, I couldn't help think how perfectly his hand fit into mine. I don't know how long he stood there holding my hand, and staring into my eyes. It seemed like forever before he closed the door and sat next to me. I guessed I thought he would let go of my hand. But he didn't. His hand was massaging mine as we sat in silence. We didn't talk much, only some random conversations, but I knew exactly what he was thinking. It was what I was thinking. I was so confused. I was sitting on the Hogwarts Express, holding the hand of my arch enemy. I knew everything from that day on was going to be different. Everything was going to change. But for the first time in a month, I felt at total and complete peace. Everything that had bothered me before was now nothing. Harry and Heather, going to a new house…and now the Draco thing. I wasn't sure what was going to happen. In a way I was excited but in a way, I was deadly nervous. Change wasn't really in my vocabulary. It would be soon though.
When the train halted to a stop, we had just finished a short conversation about the DADA teacher. I just then realized that neither of us had our school clothes on. I gave him a look and he smiled saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm going." I giggled and looked around the compartment for my trunk…which was back with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Wait!" I called out before he left. He peeked back and in and asked, "What?" I stood up and stood next to him.
"I have to get my trunk anyways, I'll go." I said regretfully. I did not want to see the trio. Draco nodded his head and we stood side by side for a few more seconds. Before I could stop myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a tight squeeze.
I was in complete and utter shock. I hadn't had a hug in a very long time. I didn't even hug her back. She gently whispered a sweet "Thank you" and then swiftly went on her way. As she walked down the long corridor, I watched her, her red flame hair swishing back and forth across her back. I sighed and walked back into the compartment.
As I got out my robes, I couldn't think about anything else but her. What was going on with me? I'm still Draco Malfoy and she is still Ginny Weasley. I can't be friends with this girl…but at the same time, she couldn't be friends with me. We were enemies.
But for some reason I knew, things were different. Everything was. She wanted to be with me- or rather be my friend. And I wanted to be her friend. I decided that we could be secret friends. No one, and I mean NO one, could find out about us. When I was dressed, I left the compartment and then went to find an empty carriage. But to my dismay the one I found was occupied.
"Drakie!" Pansy squealed, jumping on me and landing a kiss onto my dry lips, "Ohhh baby, I've missed you! Did you miss me?" I nodded my head pretending as though, I was so extremely happy to see her, when in fact, she was probably the person I wanted to see least. After removing herself from my lap, Pansy started talking about her summer and how she missed me so deeply (which was a little hard to believe, since, not one letter did I receive from her). Finally she said, "Now we can be together the whooooole year, isn't that exciting!" I gave her the biggest smile I could muster and she again gave me a wet kiss on my lips.
