Disclaimer: I'm really really sorry to disappoint you, but I do not, under any circumstances own Harry Potter's books, characters, places, etc.
N/A: This fic was created only to maintain the voices in my head quiet so I could study.
Summary: She's Ginny, He's well... Draco, just Malfoy and the Weasley, usual business as always, but then life happens and well… they are forced to see each other differently and become something else, something that will chance the way they see life… and love.
"More than that"
Chapter one- This night is full of lonely cats
He was supposed to be making his rounds of course, a slight smirk appeared in his handsome face as he remembered the convenience of him being head boy and choosing patrol schedules, he usually reserved for himself the east wing of the second floor, meaning the library corridor and linked passages, and by now the prefects and Head Girl, Hermione Granger, knew better than cross him in his resolution to keep the inexistent by passers of this section secure.
To his great discomfort, it had become a running joke of them, to observe how he fought to get "his" section when he was still a prefect, and even more now, that he WAS the one ordering people around and still keeping his little section only to himself, not even Granger, in one of her quests for equity and all things fair had been able to make him abandon his beloved spot.
And a good thing too, as he loved to watch her and this was really his only chance at doing it without people suspecting him, there was of course the extra bonus of making sure she got back in her tower safely with no greater obstacle, meaning running into one of the prefects.
He always saw her running into the library just after curfew started and then again running out of it a couple of hours later, the little nice girl, he sometimes wondered if she got the curfew all wrong or something, she just didn't seem to notice or mind the fact that most people in the castle were sleeping like normal wizards or witches. For her it was pretty much an every day, regular visit no matter if it was a weekday, weekend, holyday, in exams, nothing could stop her, not that he wanted her to, of course.
As he saw her past by without noticing him he reflected, she wasn't really good looking, or at least not in a traditional sense, like his mother or cousins did, and she wasn't really what you'd call normal either.