a/n well, this is the third chapter......i didn't get a hold of my beta to read it for me, but i just really wanted to get this out seeing as how it had been awhile since i last updated! sorry samm16! I'll prolly get it out again soon, with all the errors fixed, sorry! ;p
`*~Underestimated Love~*`
"Draco, where did you get that?" she looked up at him confused. There were angry red marks all over his arm, swelling slightly, as if to tell her they had just happened moments earlier. 'Maybe that is why he looks so strained, so angry..' she mused to herself. She reached out for his arm, only to have him pull away yet again. She looked disheartened, just the look that Draco was used to seeing, but then a fire lit up her eyes. A fire that told Draco he was in trouble. The kind of trouble a Malfoy didn't get himself in.
"What happened, Draco? you can tell me, I'm on your side." she conforted. Draco looked away from her compassionate eyes. He wanted to just give in to her pull, but he knew that he was Malfoy, he knew his place. He couldn't help it, but he just wanted to let all the years of torment that he had suffered out, to let Ginny see who he really was. But did he even know who he was? No, his father had stolen his idenity from him. 'Maybe it was time to steal it back,' he mused treasoninlgy to himself. He felt her warm hand encompass his arm, letting him know her presence. He looked down at her frail hand, glaring. Her hand did not move from its compromising position, which only surprised the seventh year slytherin more. He looked yet again into her eyes. The look in her eyes was getting to him, they were clear, pure, if you will, and showing him all the pain that she too had gone through. Draco suddenly became enraged, for all the times he had been hurt, all the times he had hurt, and all the times this young girl had hurt. He reprimanded himself for even thinking in that self pitying way. He pulled his arm violently away, forcing Ginny to take a step back.
"Are we really on the same side, Weasly, do you really think so?" he asked viciously. Ginny looked away, at a loss for words. Draco felt a sudden pang in his heart, and a little voice in his head tried to speak up, but he silenced them both. He hardened his heart from the wiles of this girl, probably the only one who could it.
"Look, Weasly, just stay out of my business, and I'll stay out of yours." he said, turning to go.
"Draco, stop!" she said, in a commmanding voice, forcing him refrain from taking anymore steps to freedom. He turned around reluctantly, putting an annoyed look on his face.
"Everyone has turned their back on you, everyone has ignored you thinking you could be no more then they think you are, no more then they want you to be. Let me tell you something, Malfoy, I am on your side whether or not you believe it. I am probably the only one too. Think about it, I just want you to know that I'll be around." she said. Her speech was, on the whole, right about him, but he wasn't about to admit that. He could tell by the passion in voice that she had gone through exactly what she had said about him. He just stood there, glaring openly at her. The smile that played at her lips was one of knowing, for she knew that despite the look of horrid disbelief and hatred, he understood her words. Ginny kept on walking the way that she was going, looking back once to give him another view of the coy smile she wore. He just stared after her, unmoving except for his heart. 'I have to go and see the healer about that' he thought icily, trying to get the ice in his mind to encompass his unusually warm heart, to no avail. Knowing defeat, he then stormed off in the oppostie direction as the little weasel.
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Ginny walked the rest of the way to her common room in disbelief. Had she just done that? Just talked openly to the Ice King? Maybe her long surpressed self was finally coming to the surface. She reached the portrait that hung before the entrance to the Gryffindor tower.
"hipogriff," she said absently to the fat lady in the portrait. The lady let the portrait slide open, with barely a squeak. Ginny walked noislessly into the common room, still lost in her musings, not watching where she put her accident prone feet. Ginny suddenly felt her feet lift from under her and felt herself fall. She watched, as if in slow motion, the ground come closer and closer. She hit the ground with a thump.
"ow!," she screeched. She had landed, hitting her ankle agains the side of the couch.
"Oi, Gin," came the voice of her brother, "next time, watch where you're goin'! You're always off in la-la land!" he scoffed at her, then turned back to the conversation he was having with Hermione and Harry. People around her were snickering openly. She helped herself up using the couch as a crutch, deeply peeved.
"Thanks, tips!," she said loudly to her git of a brother, "maybe next time, you'll help me up!". Ron just rolled his eyes at her, and again turned back to the other 2 that made up the golden trio. She gingerly tested her ankle. It was a little sore, but nothing that she couldn't handle. She was dusting off her skirt, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, landing awkwardly on her ankle.
"Ginny?" asked Harry from behind her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." Ginny turned to face him, mustering up a smile that she didn't feel she had in her.
"It's alright Harry, no harm done," she said, trying not to let on that her ankle was throbbing.
He smiled that dazzling smile of his, one filled with boyish charm. Ginny almost melted right there, but she contained herself. She was surprised that he was even talking to her, he barely spoke to her at all. 'Lately,' she thought to herself, 'he had been, I don't know, warm, to me'. Ginny was slightly confused at Harry's sudden interest in her.
"Well, I just came over to check on you. Sorry Ron was being such a git, he gets like that sometimes." He said, covering for her brother, if you could call him that. It was Ginny's turn to roll her eyes.
"You don't have to make excuses for him, Harry, I know that he is a narcissistic, egotistical, self absorbed wanker, I have known him for 16 years, you know." she said, placing her hands on her ample hips. Harry stepped back a little, eyeing the raging red heads look of utter disgust and defiance. Ginny knew that she was probably red, close to the colour of her shocking hair. She felt a patter in heart, filled with regret as she looked down at her clumsy feet, cursing them.
"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take it out on you. I just...oh, I don't know. I don't understand anything anymore..." she said, throwing up her hands in frustration. The pain of her ankle mixed with the utter hopelessness in her heart, made tears form at the back of her eyes. She willed them not to come, but too late. Harry had seen her tear up, like a little baby. 'Just great,' she thought sarcastically. He looked a little startled, but recovered his composure. He moved to stand beside her, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"Ah, Gin, don't worry about your prat of a brother. He is just going through a time in his life where he doesn't think he needs his little sister. Don't worry, me and 'Mione wil make him see his grave mistake!". Ginny smiled weakly at his attempt to comfort her. She let herself lean into his arm, while she rested her head on his shoulder. Ginny was in heaven. Harry had this intriguing smell about him, it was like the smell of the woods mixed with that freshly off the clothes line scent. It was clouding her thoughts. He lifted his arm from her shoulder, breaking her thoughts of reverie, causing her head to fall gracelessly off his shoulder. She felt like stomping her foot, but she knew that was childish. She looked up at Harry, sure as not to let him see her frustration.
"Well, I'm glad I could make you feel better, Gin. Don't give up on your brother yet!" he said as a way of parting, as he waved and walked back towards the rest of the trio. She stared after him, until she remembered that she was late in meeting her friend Colin at the library, he would be livid! Ginny ran up the staircase to her room (only tripping once!), and grabbed her books, and headed off towards the library for a night of homework. Like any other night! Or would it be?...
a/n i would really like to thank the people who have read my story!
Jamius Craven-yeah, I had hoped people would think that!! No, its not the drak mark. Don't worry, Draco's still cool! :)
`*~Underestimated Love~*`
"Draco, where did you get that?" she looked up at him confused. There were angry red marks all over his arm, swelling slightly, as if to tell her they had just happened moments earlier. 'Maybe that is why he looks so strained, so angry..' she mused to herself. She reached out for his arm, only to have him pull away yet again. She looked disheartened, just the look that Draco was used to seeing, but then a fire lit up her eyes. A fire that told Draco he was in trouble. The kind of trouble a Malfoy didn't get himself in.
"What happened, Draco? you can tell me, I'm on your side." she conforted. Draco looked away from her compassionate eyes. He wanted to just give in to her pull, but he knew that he was Malfoy, he knew his place. He couldn't help it, but he just wanted to let all the years of torment that he had suffered out, to let Ginny see who he really was. But did he even know who he was? No, his father had stolen his idenity from him. 'Maybe it was time to steal it back,' he mused treasoninlgy to himself. He felt her warm hand encompass his arm, letting him know her presence. He looked down at her frail hand, glaring. Her hand did not move from its compromising position, which only surprised the seventh year slytherin more. He looked yet again into her eyes. The look in her eyes was getting to him, they were clear, pure, if you will, and showing him all the pain that she too had gone through. Draco suddenly became enraged, for all the times he had been hurt, all the times he had hurt, and all the times this young girl had hurt. He reprimanded himself for even thinking in that self pitying way. He pulled his arm violently away, forcing Ginny to take a step back.
"Are we really on the same side, Weasly, do you really think so?" he asked viciously. Ginny looked away, at a loss for words. Draco felt a sudden pang in his heart, and a little voice in his head tried to speak up, but he silenced them both. He hardened his heart from the wiles of this girl, probably the only one who could it.
"Look, Weasly, just stay out of my business, and I'll stay out of yours." he said, turning to go.
"Draco, stop!" she said, in a commmanding voice, forcing him refrain from taking anymore steps to freedom. He turned around reluctantly, putting an annoyed look on his face.
"Everyone has turned their back on you, everyone has ignored you thinking you could be no more then they think you are, no more then they want you to be. Let me tell you something, Malfoy, I am on your side whether or not you believe it. I am probably the only one too. Think about it, I just want you to know that I'll be around." she said. Her speech was, on the whole, right about him, but he wasn't about to admit that. He could tell by the passion in voice that she had gone through exactly what she had said about him. He just stood there, glaring openly at her. The smile that played at her lips was one of knowing, for she knew that despite the look of horrid disbelief and hatred, he understood her words. Ginny kept on walking the way that she was going, looking back once to give him another view of the coy smile she wore. He just stared after her, unmoving except for his heart. 'I have to go and see the healer about that' he thought icily, trying to get the ice in his mind to encompass his unusually warm heart, to no avail. Knowing defeat, he then stormed off in the oppostie direction as the little weasel.
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Ginny walked the rest of the way to her common room in disbelief. Had she just done that? Just talked openly to the Ice King? Maybe her long surpressed self was finally coming to the surface. She reached the portrait that hung before the entrance to the Gryffindor tower.
"hipogriff," she said absently to the fat lady in the portrait. The lady let the portrait slide open, with barely a squeak. Ginny walked noislessly into the common room, still lost in her musings, not watching where she put her accident prone feet. Ginny suddenly felt her feet lift from under her and felt herself fall. She watched, as if in slow motion, the ground come closer and closer. She hit the ground with a thump.
"ow!," she screeched. She had landed, hitting her ankle agains the side of the couch.
"Oi, Gin," came the voice of her brother, "next time, watch where you're goin'! You're always off in la-la land!" he scoffed at her, then turned back to the conversation he was having with Hermione and Harry. People around her were snickering openly. She helped herself up using the couch as a crutch, deeply peeved.
"Thanks, tips!," she said loudly to her git of a brother, "maybe next time, you'll help me up!". Ron just rolled his eyes at her, and again turned back to the other 2 that made up the golden trio. She gingerly tested her ankle. It was a little sore, but nothing that she couldn't handle. She was dusting off her skirt, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, landing awkwardly on her ankle.
"Ginny?" asked Harry from behind her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." Ginny turned to face him, mustering up a smile that she didn't feel she had in her.
"It's alright Harry, no harm done," she said, trying not to let on that her ankle was throbbing.
He smiled that dazzling smile of his, one filled with boyish charm. Ginny almost melted right there, but she contained herself. She was surprised that he was even talking to her, he barely spoke to her at all. 'Lately,' she thought to herself, 'he had been, I don't know, warm, to me'. Ginny was slightly confused at Harry's sudden interest in her.
"Well, I just came over to check on you. Sorry Ron was being such a git, he gets like that sometimes." He said, covering for her brother, if you could call him that. It was Ginny's turn to roll her eyes.
"You don't have to make excuses for him, Harry, I know that he is a narcissistic, egotistical, self absorbed wanker, I have known him for 16 years, you know." she said, placing her hands on her ample hips. Harry stepped back a little, eyeing the raging red heads look of utter disgust and defiance. Ginny knew that she was probably red, close to the colour of her shocking hair. She felt a patter in heart, filled with regret as she looked down at her clumsy feet, cursing them.
"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take it out on you. I just...oh, I don't know. I don't understand anything anymore..." she said, throwing up her hands in frustration. The pain of her ankle mixed with the utter hopelessness in her heart, made tears form at the back of her eyes. She willed them not to come, but too late. Harry had seen her tear up, like a little baby. 'Just great,' she thought sarcastically. He looked a little startled, but recovered his composure. He moved to stand beside her, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"Ah, Gin, don't worry about your prat of a brother. He is just going through a time in his life where he doesn't think he needs his little sister. Don't worry, me and 'Mione wil make him see his grave mistake!". Ginny smiled weakly at his attempt to comfort her. She let herself lean into his arm, while she rested her head on his shoulder. Ginny was in heaven. Harry had this intriguing smell about him, it was like the smell of the woods mixed with that freshly off the clothes line scent. It was clouding her thoughts. He lifted his arm from her shoulder, breaking her thoughts of reverie, causing her head to fall gracelessly off his shoulder. She felt like stomping her foot, but she knew that was childish. She looked up at Harry, sure as not to let him see her frustration.
"Well, I'm glad I could make you feel better, Gin. Don't give up on your brother yet!" he said as a way of parting, as he waved and walked back towards the rest of the trio. She stared after him, until she remembered that she was late in meeting her friend Colin at the library, he would be livid! Ginny ran up the staircase to her room (only tripping once!), and grabbed her books, and headed off towards the library for a night of homework. Like any other night! Or would it be?...
a/n i would really like to thank the people who have read my story!
Jamius Craven-yeah, I had hoped people would think that!! No, its not the drak mark. Don't worry, Draco's still cool! :)