The heavy fog outside had grown thick enough to choke on, and rain spattered loudly against the train windows. Ginny mumbled to Ron that she fancied a walk. He grunted, as he had fallen asleep, and Ginny slipped quietly out. The corridors were darkened now, the small torches on the walls were lit and Ginny wandered past them without any real destination. She simply wanted to escape that tiny compartment. It had somehow felt larger with all her friends in it last year than it had when she was sharing it with only Ron and his anger.
Turning a corner, Ginny realized that she was quiet unfamiliar with her surroundings. She was also unfamiliar with the shadowy figure sitting at the window. It was Draco who still sat on that window seat, his head still resting on the cold glass, but not a Draco Ginny had ever seen before. This was Draco as he was alone, not the pompous rich boy prancing through the school, his personal body guards at his side. He looked so lost. I almost feel sorry for him... Ginny thought.
"Hullo," she said quietly. Clearly Draco had been occupied with his thoughts, because he seemed a little startled.
"What do you want, little Weasel?" He quickly recovered. He seems as awful as ever... Ginny thought.
"I just thought you looked depressed. I thought... erm... maybe I could help?" she asked. I don't know why I'm doing this... she thought.
"Oftentimes, when your father is in prison, you're expected to feel a bit depressed about it. Not that I expect him to stay there very long..." he answered in a very nonchalant tone.
"But you don't?"
"I never said that I don't."
"But it's true. Maybe you aren't thrilled that your father's gone, but you aren't depressed about it..."
"You're right. I'm not," Draco snapped. "If you had a father who was as hard on you as he is on me than you-- Well... I don't know what you'd do."
"I don't, either," sighed Ginny. "I'm sorry, Malfoy. I didn't mean to rub salt in the wound. Well, erm... actually, I did. But it just isn't as satisfying as I'd thought it would be."
"Disappointed, are you?"
"A bit."
They sat in silence for what seemed like ages, not speaking to or looking at each other. They were happy simply knowing that they still disliked each other, and that was one thing that hadn't changed. As the train slowed to a halt, Ginny turned and looked intently at Draco.
"Well, I'd better get at far away from you as possible," she said.
"Right. I'd hate for us to be seen together."
"It would definitely ruin my reputation," Ginny smiled. Draco smiled back.
"I still hate you," he said.
"I know," Ginny answered with a small smile.
They turned opposite of each other and walked away. It's already shaping up to be an interesting year... Ginny thought.
Turning a corner, Ginny realized that she was quiet unfamiliar with her surroundings. She was also unfamiliar with the shadowy figure sitting at the window. It was Draco who still sat on that window seat, his head still resting on the cold glass, but not a Draco Ginny had ever seen before. This was Draco as he was alone, not the pompous rich boy prancing through the school, his personal body guards at his side. He looked so lost. I almost feel sorry for him... Ginny thought.
"Hullo," she said quietly. Clearly Draco had been occupied with his thoughts, because he seemed a little startled.
"What do you want, little Weasel?" He quickly recovered. He seems as awful as ever... Ginny thought.
"I just thought you looked depressed. I thought... erm... maybe I could help?" she asked. I don't know why I'm doing this... she thought.
"Oftentimes, when your father is in prison, you're expected to feel a bit depressed about it. Not that I expect him to stay there very long..." he answered in a very nonchalant tone.
"But you don't?"
"I never said that I don't."
"But it's true. Maybe you aren't thrilled that your father's gone, but you aren't depressed about it..."
"You're right. I'm not," Draco snapped. "If you had a father who was as hard on you as he is on me than you-- Well... I don't know what you'd do."
"I don't, either," sighed Ginny. "I'm sorry, Malfoy. I didn't mean to rub salt in the wound. Well, erm... actually, I did. But it just isn't as satisfying as I'd thought it would be."
"Disappointed, are you?"
"A bit."
They sat in silence for what seemed like ages, not speaking to or looking at each other. They were happy simply knowing that they still disliked each other, and that was one thing that hadn't changed. As the train slowed to a halt, Ginny turned and looked intently at Draco.
"Well, I'd better get at far away from you as possible," she said.
"Right. I'd hate for us to be seen together."
"It would definitely ruin my reputation," Ginny smiled. Draco smiled back.
"I still hate you," he said.
"I know," Ginny answered with a small smile.
They turned opposite of each other and walked away. It's already shaping up to be an interesting year... Ginny thought.