..:An: Chapter five. Hope you like it! Please read and review:..

"I cant believe it." Ginny said sadly looking at the blue notebook Draco had saved from the library in front of her. It was singed, completely ruined, all the pages were wrecked and curling from the flames. Ginny would never light another candle again.

"Oh Gin I'm so sorry!" Luna said sadly looking down at her leg, covered in a white bandage and smelling strongly of green tea.

"GINNY!" said someone from the door. Ginny looked up to see Ron, Hermione and Harry running into the Hospital Wing.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Ginny said forcing herself to smile.

"Oh Ginny." Hermione said sadly looking at her journal. "Your songs..." she said hugging her. Ginny nodded and hugged Hermione back taking a deep breath.

"Her what?" Harry asked, looking around as though he was missing something.

"Ginny writes songs." Luna said holding onto her friends shoulder. "She's been writing in that journal since..." she started but paused thinking it was a touchy subject. Ginny sighed bitterly.

"Since my 'adventure' in my first year." She said quietly.

"I don't get it, what would writing songs have to do with The Chamber of.." Ron stopped as Hermione smacked him sharply on the arm.

"Never mind it's not important. Are classes over?" Ginny asked. They all nodded and with a sigh she got to her feet. "I'm going to go rest, thanks for coming guys." she said forcing herself to smile again. She scooped up her journal and quickly left the Hospital Wing.

As she walked down the hallway she felt the tears start to make her eyes hurt, she closed her eyes as she walked to try and keep them from falling, she opened them when she started to hear voices.

"So how's it going with Weasley?" said a voice. Ginny blinked and backed away a little further from the corner and began to listen, her jaw dropped as she heard Draco's voice.

"Fine. Would you lay off it okay? She'll soon fall for me, but these things take time..especially when it's not a Slytherin girl." he snapped. Ginny could have slapped herself, or more then likely slapped Draco.

"So your going to win the bet then?" said the other voice, Ginny peeked around the corner to see Draco leaning with his arms crossed against the wall talking to Blaise Zambini.

"Yes I'll win the damn bet. Not that it even matters anymore since my fathers planning my wedding anyway." he said bitterly. Zambini made a noise of mock sympathy.

"We can come to new terms Draco but the bet still stands. The little Weaslette doesn't fall for you, then I get your broom collection."

"My what!" Draco roared angrily.

"Your broom collection. Oh and I get to be your best man." he laughed.

"Burn in hell Zambini." spat Draco and strode off, Zambini sniggering, left the opposite direction. Ginny savored the look on Draco's face when he saw her glaring at him with her arms crossed over a burnt book.

"Afternoon Malfoy." she said coldly. Draco cursed.

"Ginny let me explain." he started, Ginny smirked coldly, shaking her head.

"Let me explain something to you Malfoy. I can do without the broom, and our little 'pact' is broken. I was sorry of what your parents are putting you through and I was starting to believe that you weren't who I thought you were. But you go and pull a stunt like this." she was started to get angry, her posture rigid and her eyes alive with a cynical fire.

"No one makes a fool out of me Malfoy. No one. Keep your damn money I don't want it. I hope your brooms were very expensive and you'll miss them dearly." she said coldly as she began to stalk off. Draco sighed and grabbed her wrist but was swiftly rewarded with a powerful smack from the burnt book she was holding. When he looked she was gone, the charred book laying at his feet.

Ginny slammed the door to her dormitory angrily. She sat on her bed her and glared at everything her eyes fell on.

"What a prick..." she thought. "To think someone's ego could be so big to think they could make someone fall in love with them! And to think he would be so stupid to just agree to a bet like that! I was kind to him too.." Ginny thought, but then a little voice popped up in her head.

Was she not constantly trying to think of ways to get him angry so he'd snap at her? So she could win and get her money-well his money. Ginny sighed and let her head rest in her hands, until she gasped as she remembered in her fury she had left her song book on the ground, in front of Draco. Letting out a sound of anger she fell backwards onto her bed and put the pillow on top of her face to scream into.

Draco sat in his dorm, flipping through the charred book. He recognized from the curling gold letters on the front it was the book he had saved from the library and returned to her. He had never guessed what was inside it, he was trying to repair it to read what I said. But from random words he could gather and the layout of the pages it was either a poem or song book.

He sighed as he found the page with the least damage, that was just covered in black and attempted a repairing charm. To his surprise the black washed away to reveal the yellow colour of parchment, the writing was a little smudged, with some small doodles in the corner and some bits of the contents scratched out and re-written but it was still easy to read. And the Title still said

"Odd Eyes." and it hit him like a brick.

'They say eyes can tell everything
About the people that lay behind

They say they can show what people think
But these eyes they make me blind
They're muddled with confusion and mingled with dark fears
Behind them lies a person who's confused and crying
Behind them is a person who wouldn't know what to do with tears
And I am deeply afraid that in the inside this persons dying

Grey eyes like stone, Grey like stormy skies
Yet sometimes they turn silver and I begin to see
See through his facade, through his lies
See what this person will turn out to be
I see fear, and I see hate He feels cold and shadows that wont withdraw
There's a world of happiness that's shut him out with a gate
He's lost in a whirlwind of tradgedy I want to help I want to try
But yet he doesn't seem to have faith in me
Hopefully he'll stop these lies

They say eyes can tell everything
About the people that lay behind
They say they can show what people think
But these eyes they make me blind'

"Damn." he cursed. So she really did want to help him, and she really did care. But then again how would he have known that? Draco knew he hadn't ever trusted anyone really, so why would he trust someone that quickly.

Draco mentally slapped himself, because in all his life he hadn't felt like he could trust anyone as much as he could trust Ginny. He was astounded that she could write, he hadn't any idea. But before he could ask her anything about this he had to try and make her understand. But his ego stopped him from writing anything just yet, except for seeing when the next Hogsmeade trip was on his calender and began writing something else.

Ginny rubbed her leg, a week had passed and though the skin had healed it was rather itchy and whenever she scratched it too hard it sent a hot pain up her leg. Madam Pomfrey it was the healing potions way of telling her to be careful with her new skin because it was still highly sensitive, and to avoid any more candles.

Ginny sat in the students bathing rooms. It was a large room, one for girls and one for guys at the far side of the castle. In the center was a large golden bin of countless fluffy white towels of many different sizes, terry cloth bathrobes and different types of shampoos, conditioners, soaps and bubble baths. Students went into separate rooms depending on whether they wanted showers or baths, either way they got an entire room to themselves for as long as they wanted.

However Ginny had to always apply a bright pink cream to her leg before she bathed to avoid her skin from wrinkling and had to wait ten minutes for it to dry thoroughly. She sighed looking at the clock and went into one of the empty rooms.

It was spotless, a simple white coloured marble floor like all the other rooms with some candles on a small table built into the wall. There was another table beside the bath for towels and other things, and the large claw foot tub stood on a small dias. Ginny sighed and tossed her stuff onto the hooks and began drawing her bath. Filling it with a vanilla smelling bubble bath and slid in.

She had cooled off a little, but was still rather livid at Draco. But she had decided that the best thing to do was just drop the subject and not give it too much thought. But unfortunately for her, that wasn't as easy as she had hoped. Whether it was the feeling of betrayal or the plain fact that she missed Draco even a little she couldn't tell.

Ginny took a deep breath before sinking lower into the claw foot tub and submerging her head under the water. Little flecks of light covered the surface, she kept her eyes shut tightly to avoid the sting of soap in her eyes.

When she surfaced again she began to wash her hair, looking at the bright pink in the water that was her burnt leg. Biting her lip she felt tears weld up in her eyes again, she had began to write her songs again on pieces of parchment but it wasn't the same. She always loved how she could carry them around with her, disguised as a normal book. But more like a journal or a diary with hidden secrets and the ability to put all of her thoughts into something.

Ginny could sing a little, but no more then average and the only time she did is when she was by herself at home or quietly when she was just seeing how a verse sounded. She never made the songs for singing, just for writing and her own enjoyment.

But now they were all gone. From her thoughts about Tom Riddle, to how she had gotten over Harry, to how she felt sorry for Draco, all gone. Ginny took a deep breath and began to rinse out her hair, tears slipping from her eyes and falling into the steaming bath water.