For the first time in her life Ginny felt completely and horrendously helpless. After searching and researching the castle Ginny couldn't find Malfoy anywhere. The only thing left to do was to sit in front of the Slytherin common room doors and wait for the prat to enter or leave. Ginny sighed, even if she knew where the Slytherin common room was she didn't know if she had the courage to sit at the door while the residents would pass her, sneering at her shabby second and third hand clothing.
Ginny nervously played with the edges of her singed robes as she climbed the stairs back to the Gryffindor common rooms. Basically it's hopeless. I'm never going to get my wand back. Draco Malfoy will completely deny he even took it. What does he even want it for anyway?? What am I going to tell mum? Ginny finally reached the portrait of the fat lady and quickly realized that she didn't know the new password. Don't panic, don't panic, don't cry, and don't scream that's what got you into this mess last time. She pushed her back against the wall and let her shoulders slump. She slowly slid down against the wall into a heap on the cold marble floor and waited for someone with a password to open the portrait. It was basically the worst day ever. Ginny felt the tears well up in her eyes and her nose began to sniffle a bit. Ginny mentally chided herself. You have your health. You have friends who love you. Surely this day will get better. At that the very last thought she grimly smiled, the friend she wanted to talk to most wanted nothing to do with her. Ginny felt the familiar tug of loneliness wash over her. Ginny wondered briefly what she could do or say to mend the broken friendship. Burying her head in her warm lap closing her eyes she tried to think of something pleasant. Surely someone with the password would come soon, and she could crawl into her bed and pretend this never happened.
………………………………………………….
Malfoy twirled Ginny's slender wand lazily in his long thin fingers. Her backpack brushed against his leg his desk, her books spilled out in front of him. He prodded the pages with his finger not bothering to read the words in front of him. This girl didn't have anything good at all in her backpack, no silly notes, not even a dumb journal. He still wasn't sure why he took it with him. It wasn't like he needed any of her stupid textbooks. Draco was a full year ahead of her and still had all of his. Draco was still unsure what he was going to do with her things, he felt bad for crashing into Ginny, and he had been completely in his own world pondering the new "job" his father passed off to him in hopes of pleasing the dark lord. Not that he was completely at fault, she should have watched where she was going, and she shouldn't have had her messy backpack open where everything could fall out. That Weasley should be more careful in general. Draco placed his chin in his open hand and averted his eyes ceiling ward. He could remember her frizzy red hair a mattered mess and her mascara had been slightly runny from crying. He couldn't help but wonder what she had been upset about. Her pretty face had been screwed up in frustration and complete despair. He almost wanted to wrap his arms around her shaking body and help calm her. Malfoy sighed and shook his head. What was he thinking? He took his head out of his hand and swept the mess of books into the backpack with the wand. He threw it casually over his shoulder and headed out of the Slytherin common room and in the direction of the Gryffindor tower.
A/N Basically it's been forever since I have written any fanfiction, I've deleted all of my old stories except for this one and I decided to just sort of play around with this story. I don't know if I'll ever really finish it. I don't really know what direction I want to take it in either.