1A/N: I REVISED THIS CHAPTER! I had some reviews that made me rethink how I ended this and I recognized I didn't like it at all. The reviewers were right, I rushed into it. I have a later scene in my head now that's a lot better. I also have more of the plot wrote out, and actually know what I'm doing a little better:D! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW ON THIS CHAPTER! And thanks again to all my wonderful, fantastic, tremendous, superb, great, awesome, –names more praising words here– reviewers! I love you guys! –Also make sure to check out my new story. It's a one-shot, song-fic, on H/Hr! Thanks!

Chapter 5

"Love Has Found Me"

"Someday, Love will find me,

in the rough,

Someday, Love will finally,

be enough."

-Anna Nalick "In The Rough"

"I like Draco Malfoy. I like Draco Malfoy," Ginny repeated over and over again in her head as she stared into the blazing fire in the common room. Why was that so hard for her to admit? Maybe it seemed to unreal. Ginny just didn't want to get hurt again, like so many others have hurt her before.

Ginny sat in the big red armchair in the Gryffindor common room, right in front of the fire. The fire crackled. The flames hissed higher and higher. Smoke swished through the clean air, making its way towards the top, not exactly knowing where it was going to come out. Ginny thought she was like the smoke in a way. For one, it would react to the fire with great intensely, swimming around above it and coming off as if it was greater than the fire. Ginny reacted to Draco like that. Whenever he said something to her she would immediately say something back. And then she was like the smoke in the way that it was connected with the fire, but it had no clue where it was going to come out at the top. Ginny liked Draco, but she didn't know where this was going to lead her, how it was all going to work out. But, then again, Ginny thought she was like the fire, roaring and burning all the wood away. Ginny seemed to melt all of Draco's coldness away. She seemed to bring out another side of Draco, the real side.

Ginny let the warmth from the fire creep up her cold toes. Just earlier that day Ginny had gone to Draco's mums funeral. Ginny thought about what happened when they left the hog's head, how Draco had kissed her in the pouring rain, how she had comforted him and told him to stay strong.

She had never felt for anyone like this before. Ginny was usually strong, and brave. Nothing could bring her down. But Ginny liked Draco a lot. She could feel herself falling for him, and that scared her.

She had always wanted someone to call hers, someone to hold when she was sad, someone to always be there for her. Maybe Draco was this someone. Ginny had so long searched for love, but never found it, and now the most unsuspected person is showing greater love from anyone, other than her family, has shown before.

Ginny sighed. It was late, no one else was in the common room. She slowly hoisted herself up off of the chair, and tiptoed her way into her dormitory. Soon she was asleep, thoughts of Draco swimming in her head.

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Draco sighed. He liked Ginny Weasley. A Weasley! He had never even thought about liking a Weasley before, but yet he was sitting here laying in his bed, unable to go asleep thinking about Ginny. All he wanted to do was kiss her again, like he had done earlier that day. Ginny made him feel good. She comforted him when he needed help. She was there for a hand when he needed one to hold. She was perfect.

What was wrong with him! He could have anyone from Slytherin he wanted, and he was falling for a Gryffindor. No, not falling, tumbling. It was like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and someone had suddenly pushed him off, sending him tumbling through the air.

He couldn't stop thinking about how her lips fit perfectly into his. How her hair gleamed in the sunlight, and how her eyes sparkled in the rain. She was so perfect...

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"What are you looking at Ginny?" Harry asked, staring at Ginny while her mouth hung open, her spoon clutched in her left hand. She was in the Great Hall at breakfast.

"H-huh?" Ginny stuttered out.

"You were staring off like you were in a trance or something," Harry replied, looking at Ginny with curiosity.

"Oh um sorry, thought I saw someone waving at me," Ginny lied. She had been staring at Malfoy, and he had been staring back. He had winked at her, and Ginny forgot all about everybody around her, until Harry's voice pulled her out of her gaze. Damn him.

"You've been a little off lately," Hermione stated looking at Ginny with concern.

"Nothings wrong, I don't think I've been getting enough sleep."

"Yeah, I would think you weren't, seeing that you moan in your sleep every night. Saying things like "Why did you do this?" or "I thought you loved me". Seems like you've been having nightmares every night." Hermione said, a worried tint in her tone.

"Oh, yeah, I have." Ginny answered. It was true, she'd been having that same nightmare over and over. Not as bad as the first time, but still pretty bad. "I wonder if it means anything?" Ginny thought to herself. "No, It's just a dream." the other voice in her head argued. "Your right, it was just a dream." Ginny gave in.

"Ginny your staring off again," Harry spoke.

"W-what?"

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Ginny sat in McGonagall's office, beside Hermione and Ron. It was their monthly Prefect meeting, to get their schedules for who has duty when, and such. Draco sat across the room glaring at Ginny.

She gave him a half-smile and looked him up and down playfully. Draco lifted his eyebrows up.

"Ginny, what in the bloody hell are you doing?" Ron half-whispered half-yelled at her.

"Uhhh..."

"There is seriously something wrong with you," he mumbled when Professor McGonagall began to speak.

"Prefects, here are your new schedules," she announced before pointing her wand at a stack of parchment. The sheets scattered and flew in different directions towards the students until everyone had a piece of parchment.

"I expect everyone to follow the schedules precisely, and attend all duties on time. And, no, I repeat, no, slouching around on the job," Professor McGonagall snapped glaring at all the students,"Now, back to your dormitories. The Prefects scheduled for watch duty tonight should be there on time. Thank you."

She strutted out of the room and down the corridor. All the Prefects slowly got up one by one. Ginny looked down at the schedule. She had Prefect duty tonight!

"Great, just what I wanted to do, go walking around the halls all by myself at night." she griped to herself. She checked the names under hers to see if she knew anyone patrolling tonight too.

Her eyes fell on the name Draco Malfoy. He was patrolling tonight!

Ginny picked up her stuff slowly. She wanted to wait behind to see if she could catch Draco. He was talking to Zabini about something. She walked out the door slowly. All of a sudden she felt someone whisper in her ear ,"So, you got duty tonight too, huh?"

She turned around and saw Draco staring at her sneering. She smiled.

"It seems I do, Malfoy," she replied.

"I have an idea," Draco started," since we're the only ones on duty tonight, we could sneak into the kitchens all by ourselves. I want to see how much I can get out of you this time..." he smiled.

"Draco!" Ginny said sternly, while playfully slapping him on the arm.

"Just kidding, just kidding." He laughed. He stared into Ginny's green eyes. She got prettier and prettier everyday.

"But maybe we could go somewhere else," Ginny said seductively, smirking at Draco's face.

"How bout' you come to my room tonight. I want to show you something. No one will be awake to see you anyway."

"Sure," Ginny replied,"What are you going to show me?"

"You'll see," he smiled. "Meet me in the Kitchens at 11."

"Okay," Ginny answered.

Draco looked behind him to see if anyone was around before kissing Ginny lightly on the lips.

"See you tonight," he spoke while walking away.

"Yeah, see you," Ginny said dreamily, watching him walk down the corridor back to his common room.

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Ginny tiptoed down the corridor, looking around her to see if she saw anybody. She was nearing the kitchens. For some reason her stomach churned. Was she actually nervous about meeting Draco?

"Yeah right," she mumbled to herself, continuing to walk down the hall. The kitchens were right here.

"You actually showed up," a voice spoke from beside her. She turned to see Draco leaning up against the wall, one foot propped up, smiling.

"Of course I did," Ginny replied,"Beats walking around by myself."

"You know you just can't resist me," Draco smirked.

"I know, come on let's go," Ginny laughed.

"I'll lead the way," Draco announced getting in front of Ginny.

"Like always," Ginny muttered.

"What did you say?" Draco asked.

"Nothing," Ginny smiled.

"You better be lucky I like you Weasley, or else I would have jinxed you for that." Draco smirked.

Ginny looked at him with a confused look. Did he just say he liked her? Was this real? Did a Malfoy actually admit he had feelings for someone, other than themselves?

"Come on, let's get going before it's time to go back." he smiled watching the look on Ginny's face.

Ginny followed Draco down the hall and down a flight of steps, nearing the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was located. Suddenly Ginny tripped on a step and started to fall down. She felt Draco's arms wrap around her just as she was about to reach the ground. He hoisted her back up to her feet. His hands were so warm...

"Lucky I was here Weasley," Draco laughed.

"Yeah.. Real lucky," She replied grinning.

Draco laced his fingers around Ginny's hands and continued to walk down the steps. At this point, Ginny was in a daze. She couldn't believe how Draco was so nice to her, how he protected her, how he saved her from falling down the steps...

"Here we are,"

Draco stopped and muttered a password that Ginny couldn't here.

"Don't trust me with your password, Draco?" Ginny spoke, a mad look on her face.

"It's against the rules, Ginny, you know that. The Slytherins would kill me." Draco spoke, looking at Ginny.

"I swear you have some Gryffindor in you with all this rule following," Ginny mumbled as the walked inside the common room.

It was colder than Gryffindor's common room. The walls were stone, and everything was in silver and green. No one was in the common room, which made it a little creepier than usual.

"Come on, I have a special dormitory." Draco said as he walked up the steps.

"I figured." Ginny sneered.

"If you have the money, why not use it?" Draco smirked.

Draco opened the door to his dormitory and Ginny gasped.

It was bigger than any other dormitory she had ever seen. There was a king-sized bed in the center, with the softest sheets. Emblems of snakes were everywhere. There were beautiful portraits hanging on the walls, and everything was neat and orderly. Ginny had never seen anything like it before.

"Wow, this is beautiful," she said while rubbing her hands on the sheets. They were so soft.

"Yeah, I guess," Draco added while walking over to a small desk in the corner. He reached into it and pulled up a worn-out looking book. He walked over to the bed and sat down.

"This is what I wanted to show you," Draco spoke softly while rubbing his hand down the cover of the book. Ginny looked down at the book. The cover was gray and ruffled. The edges were ripped. She walked over to Draco and sat down beside him.

"What is it?" she asked, continuing to watch Draco stroke the cover.

"My family photo album," he said as his fingers slowly slid towards the end to open it up. He flipped open the first page. Images of the Malfoy's stared back into Ginny's face. The pictures were different than the ones Ginny was used to looking at, those of her family's flaming red hair, all smiling, laughing, and hugging. No, this was different. All of them had bright blonde hair, and not one face was smiling. Ginny glanced at a picture of Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco. Their faces were cold, and heartless. They weren't smiling. They weren't even hugging. Narcissa stood in the front, her gray-blue eyes staring at the camera. She looked so lifeless. Her eyes were dull, and her face was emotionless. Ginny turned her gaze to the image of Draco in the picture. He was standing beside his mother, and like all the others, his face was cold. Behind Draco and his mother, stood Lucius. His snake-cane that held his wand was resting on Draco's shoulder. They never even seemed to move, like normal photographs do. Ginny looked at the picture with deep intensity. Draco's life was so unlike Ginny's. Her family showed love and happiness. All Draco's seemed the show was hate and coldness. It was so different for her. She looked over at Draco sitting on the bed beside her.

His face was like so many times she had seen it before, cold. His eyes were dark, and they glared at the image. His jaw was slightly clenched. He turned the page and Ginny turned her gaze to the book again. An image caught her eye.

It was a photograph of a man and a woman. The woman had wavy red hair, that swished around and gleamed as she laughed. She had a beautiful smile, and even more beautiful eyes. They were a piercing green, and they sparkled and shined as she looked at the man beside her. He had bright blonde hair, of course, and gray-blue eyes. But this man was different than all the other Malfoys Ginny had seen in the other pictures. He smiled, yes smiled, at the woman beside him. His pearly-white teeth were perfect, and his smile was gorgeous. And as he looked at the woman beside him, his eyes sparkled and shined. The couple laughed and smiled at each other, and their hands laced together.

"I wanted to show you this picture," Draco said quietly, pulling Ginny out of her trance at the photo. She looked up at Draco's face. "This is my great-great uncle and aunt. They fell in love, and married each other against the will of their parents. My family never speaks of them. Only once had I over-heard my father spit at my mother how they were a disgrace to the family. My mother obviously didn't think so though. Before I left for school this year, she gave me this book, and put that picture in it. She said she wanted me to remember love, and not to remember how we were, how my family was. She said she wanted me to be like the people in the picture. It's so hard to think that my mother, the only one I slightly loved in my family, is gone. I wonder why, if she wanted me to remember love, didn't she show me it herself, instead of giving me this photograph." He whispered. "I wanted to show you this picture, because the girl in it reminded me of you," he finished quietly. Ginny saw Draco slightly gulp, as if he were holding back tears. He looked down at the picture, his eyes soft.

Ginny did of the only thing she knew to do, laced her fingers around Draco's hand. She wanted him to know, that no matter what, she'd love him. She'd always love him. She'd always want that sparkle in his eyes to stay.

"They were really in love, those two in the picture," Ginny spoke quietly. "You know, you don't have to be like your family. You can be like this man in the picture. You can show love, and hope, and feelings. Him, this man right here, reminds me of you. You sometimes get that twinkle in your eyes, that little grin on your face. It shows me your different. It shows me that underneath your cold appearance, lies warmth."

Draco looked down at his hand laced with Ginny's. How could she be so nice to him? Why did he always spill his feeling about her to her? Why did he feel like, out of everyone he knew, she was the only one that he could actually talk to, actually show emotion to? "Ginny is different," Draco thought. Ginny was caring and considerate. She let her feeling show, and didn't hide them under hate and coldness. She let her emotions escape, and be free. Ginny wasn't scared to take that risk, to risk getting hurt, to risk the reactions of others when she spoke her feelings. Draco was scared of that. He didn't want to get hurt. He didn't want his heart to be more broken than it already was.

Draco looked up into Ginny's bright green eyes. That was what he loved most about her; her beautiful green eyes. They were his escape. They made feeling inside of him erupt, that he had never let show before. He leaned in closer to Ginny. His lips slowly meet hers.

Their kiss was deep. In that kiss, Draco let everything out, not having to express any words. He gently lay on top of Ginny and stroked her cheek as he kissed her deeper and deeper.

Ginny let Draco Malfoy's lips fall onto hers. She loved his kiss. It showed him in a way no other had seen.

Ginny Weasley had to finally admit, she didn't just like Draco Malfoy, she loved him, and that was the scariest thing of all.

A/N: Was that any better? I still put that "Love" thing in there, but I never let them say "I love you". I think that saying "I Love you" to the person you love is a way bigger step than just thinking it. Its a step that people take when they actually have been with that person for a while, not just a little bit. Tell me if this still totally sucks. I'll be working on the 6th chapter tonight too. REVIEW PLEASE!