A/N: Word. Read on DraGin lovers and review please. =)
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And I think I'm going to be slightly cruel and save the article reading until the end, kinda like in the movie. I think you're gonna love/hate me for where I'm gonna go with it. But I may change my mind again. I'm nearing the end so any quick things you feel you must see, get at me asap and I'll see what I can do. No promises. Maybe 10 chapters left, but you know me, that's only like 3 more updates. Soo word. Lol. =)
Disclaimer: still got nothing. Yay! At my improper English. Woot.
Monday October 6, 1997
Ginny walked into her room after a late night dinner in her office to find Draco sitting on the edge of her bed, touched knees to elbows, hunched over, as emotion flowed over his cold shoulders, in that moment it was as if she didn't know him. He looked up to her his grey eyes dark and cloudy.
"Malfoy?" she asked.
He strode over to her so fast it was almost as if he flew, crushing his lips to hers, her back now against her door, his hands cupping her face while hers pulled him closer to her. He stopped abruptly, closed his eyes and put his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"As you bloody well should be," she said just as softly, but a significant bit more breathlessly.
He snorted softly while a small smile tugged at his lips, "in that case I take it back, I'm not sorry," he said still barely above a whisper.
"I am unsurprised," she said just as softly.
"You make me unstable." He said quietly
A playful smile crossed Ginny's lips, "You were unstable long before came to me Ferret."
He opened his eyes and smiled softly as he only did when she were around. "And so I was Weaselette, and so I was."
"How much of this is off the record?" she asked.
"It's your story, it's your choice as to what you want to put record." he said unmoving.
"Even this?" she asked quietly with her head against his chest.
"Especially this," he said moving his chin to the top of her head.
With that she conducted the interview standing as they were, soaking in the other's presence. Even after she finished asking questions they stood, until he heard her steady breathing as she had fallen asleep. He laid her on her bed and walked out, towards his own room.
Draco didn't know what he was going to do; she had him, almost all of him in fact. All he had ever known and everything he was taught growing up was getting thrown out of the window and soon, he was going to give her the only thing he had left. It was his strengths, his weaknesses, his heart and his soul, all poured into words written in a single book. Once he gave her his journal, she would have his vulnerability in her hands. She would have everything. It was up to her as to how his future would end. With this realization he decided to write to his mother, there were some things that he would just not allow happen.