Chapter 2

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On September 1st, Draco Malfoy woke with a start. He had slept through the day he and his mother had their talk and was now rushing to get his things together for school. But could he have known that someone he had loathed for 5 years was dreaming about his piercing gray eyes? Of course not. He had no idea that Ginny Weasley was dreaming of him the night before. He had dreamt of someone also. Someone with beautiful, gentle hazel eyes. He thought he knew them from somewhere but could never figure out where. That is until they went to King's Cross Station in London that day to catch the Hogwart's Express for the 6th time in their lives.

Ginny was pulling her cart along, lagging behind her family as they went to platform 9 ¾. She was bored out of her mind and even though she was excited at going back to Hogwarts, she was used to the trip to the train so she didn't really enjoy it. She was staring at her feet looking at how scuffed her shoes were and accidentally ran into someone. They hit each other so hard that they were both thrown to the ground and their things were thrown everywhere. They looked up to see who the hell would be so oblivious as to not even pay attention to people while running so fast. They looked up and saw each others eyes. Ginny saw the exact storm, gray eyes that she knew she recognized. Draco saw the same exact gentle, hazel eyes that he had known from somewhere in the depths of his memory.

"What the hell Malfoy!" Ginny managed to get out after she saw who the gorgeous eyes had belonged to. "W-Watch where you're going you blind git!"

Draco had nothing to retaliate back. He was in a complete and utter loss for words. He continued to look at her with a dumbstruck look upon his face. 'Why was he dreaming of her?' He had to be going insane or something.

Ginny was thinking almost the same thing after her insult. 'Why was she dreaming of a future Death Eater?' She had to be going insane or something.

They continued to stare for a moment or two when Draco finally snapped out of his gaze and picked up his stuff and then attempted to help Ginny.

"I don't need your help, Malfoy! Wait, why are you trying to help me? We hate each other… don't we?" Ginny had wondered this right before saying it and hadn't had time to stop herself.

Draco put the rest of her things inside her cart before answering, "Beeeecause I can."

She had no idea what had come over him so she gave him a look as if he had gone mad, picked up the rest of her things and left.

When they finally got onto the train, they found their compartment and sat with their friends. No one said anything to their comrades about their run in together. They couldn't even put into words how weird that really was for the both of them.

Draco sat alone in another compartment, having abandoned his lackeys, and was in a complete and total daze. He had changed his ways but he still loathed the youngest of the Weasleys. She had been as hateful, if not more, as he had been to her. But he deserved it. He had called her names, played evil pranks on her and her siblings, and humiliated her entire family including her with two words, blood-traitor.

Ginny was sitting in an empty compartment next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione's. She had told them that she didn't feel like talking and needed some alone time. She, like Draco, was in a deep daze. She was thinking of how he was a Death Eater and her thoughts were lurking back to her first year and the Chamber of Secrets. She, too, still hated him for everything that he had done to her family and her. He always had to crack jokes on how the Weasleys were so poor and the way they looked and…she couldn't even think about it anymore. She was getting angry and she could feel her face getting hot. She opened the window of her compartment and stuck her head out to let the wind cool her. It was a beautiful day. The warm sun was beating onto her cheeks and blinding her. She closed her eyes and let the wind move through her hair so it looked as if it was dancing. She felt like she was being watched. Not like someone was in the compartment with her, but like someone was watching her from outside the train. She looked quickly to her left. Nothing. She then looked to the left just in time to see a glimpse of platinum blonde hair whip out of sight. She knew who the hair belonged to without even thinking. The owner had been her enemy since the day she met him.

"Damn!" Draco whispered. He didn't want her to see him staring at her. He didn't even know what had come over him. He had to stick his head out of the window in order to keep from overheating in his compartment. It was roasting in there. But he didn't even think of opening the door. He knew she would come looking for him to see what the hell he was staring at. That's just the way she was and he knew it. He even liked it a little. 'I did not just think that' Draco reassured himself. He did not like Ginny Weasley. But she was really pretty. And he even dreamt of her last night.

"Stop it!" he hissed at himself. What had come over him? He couldn't think of Ginny like that. It would get him into to much trouble.

"Did I just call her Ginny?" he asked himself, very confused by his actions.

"Don't you dare even say my name!" Ginny hissed and walked in the door. She was angry but couldn't help noticing he had been thinking of her on a first name basis, even if it was on accident. She also noticed she scared the hell out of him. He almost fell out the seat he was laying on.

"And why the hell were you staring at me? Were you trying to mentally hex me or something?" she asked getting even angrier. She was even a little amused. She looked at Draco and saw that he had a look as if he was in an argument with himself.

'Don't tell her the truth! She'll slap you!'

'But it's so worth it! She looked amazing!'

'Stupid, stupid, stupid! She's a Weasley!'

'That shouldn't matter anymore. You're not like that anymore, Malfoy!'

'Wait, did I just call myself Malfoy? I am going insane.'

'No you're not, I'm your conscience remember?' Draco shook his head to stop arguing with himself and looked at Ginny.

"Um…I was…um…staringatyoubecauseyoulookedsoprettyIccouldn'thelpmyself," Draco said running his words all together. He knew he would have to say it again but he wanted to wait until Ginny asked him first.

"Come again?" Ginny knew exactly what he had said but wanted the satisfaction of hearing it again. She couldn't help but be flattered at this, even if it was Malfoy. She was now standing directly in front of Draco in hopes of making him nervous.

"Okay, I said that I was staring at you because you looked so pretty I couldn't help myself," Draco repeated. He was now looking Ginny directly in the eyes having gotten over his fit of nervousness. He hoped that she wouldn't slap him.

'Damn it! Damn it all to hell! Why did you have to tell her! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Now she's going to slap you straight in the face and you are going to like it! Wait, never mind, that was weird,' Draco thought to himself. He was amazed at how he was talking to himself but thankful he never said it aloud.

"Why would you fancy me? I'm a Weasley and we're supposed to hate each other remember? You're going to become a Death Eater!" Ginny let all of her thoughts out before she could stop herself.

"I've changed. When my father was sent to Azkaban I was happy he was gone. My mother and I never wanted to be Death Eaters and when my father went to prison and Potter killed Voldemort that gave us a chance to be normal. For the first time we could be normal," Draco said. He had no idea why he was spilling so much to her but it seemed to be right. He wanted her to know how he really was and for her to like her. He had finally realized that he couldn't fight emotions, even if she was a Weasley.

"Really, then let me see your Dark Mark." She wanted proof that he had really changed. "And if you really changed, you should be able to talk to Harry, Ron, and Hermione civilly. Of course after they have finished trying to hex you." She was stifling a laugh at the memories of Harry and Ron always scaring him away with jinxes and hexes. Hermione had even slapped him in the face in their third year.

Draco looked at her, mouth gaping at her being so up-front. He finally regained his normal self back and pulled the sleeve of his left arm up to reveal that he no longer bared a Dark Mark upon his forearm. There was no scar or any other sign that there had ever been a Dark Mark at all.

"Now for the next mission," Draco stated. He got up and walked into the hallway but realized that Ginny had stayed behind. He waved her hand gesturing that she should come out of the compartment. She complied and he followed her to the compartment where Ron and Harry were.

"Okay, this is going to be difficult. I'm going to go in and try to tell them that you changed and that you want to be friends them. I'm going to say this whether you like it or not," Ginny said. She noticed Draco starting to object but cut him off. She went inside the compartment and sat down.

"Feeling better?" Harry asked. He was glad she was back.

"Yeah, I think so. I need to talk to you about…um…Malfoy," Ginny declared. She saw Harry's and Ron's eyes flash dangerously at the mention of him.

"Okay, I saw him looking at me earlier so I went to see what the hell he was looking at and he said that he was looking at me because I looked pretty. I asked him why the hell he would fancy me because I was a Weasley and we were supposed to hate each other. He said he had changed. I know that it's extremely doubtful and I thought the same thing. I made him show me his Dark Mark. Remember we glimpsed it last year? Well, it's gone. No scar, or any sign that it was there at all. Nothing." Ginny had finally finished having almost been interrupted several times. She was a little surprised at the looks on their faces.

Harry got up and went out of the compartment door and Ron followed. Ginny followed ready to hold either of the two from kicking Draco's arse. They saw Draco leaning against the wall outside the compartment. He stood up and looked at Harry directly in the eyes.

"Let me see. Now," Harry demanded. He grabbed Draco's outstretched arm and jerked up the sleeve of his left hand. Nothing.

"Happy now? Do you think we can talk like normal people having established that I have no Dark Mark? I certainly would like to." Draco stood there waiting for a reply from any of the three. Harry finally gestured that he come into the compartment. Draco followed and sat for the rest of the train ride talking, or rather getting used to, Harry, Ron, and Hermione having later joining them from her prefects meeting.

A/N:YES,YES I know its soooo corny and I know I said I don't like super fluff but hey you gotta admit, it's good. Did you admit yet? Well, what chya waitin for? Good Toby. Now that you are in my total control, REVIEW! Mwahahahaha…ha...hehe….sorry the chappies are so short but hey im a fast updater and I get the point across. I've also written two one shots and im in the process of writing another. Will post them as soon as I write them!