The Look In Your Eyes 3
Disclaimer: Hey This is my second story so yea... I don't own Harry Potter at all (and now I go off and cry…tear.)
Summary: Ginny Wesley tells why she loves the color blue. Set in Ginny's sixth, Draco's seventh…. Yea this is really fluffy, with a little pain and if you want me to write something just tell me and I will………REVIEW please.
Chapter 4: Potions Class
Jamie took a deep breath before speaking. "Ginny I just overheard some Slytherins talking." She stopped taking and looked at the ground.
"What Happened?" Ginny was curious, what could cause her friend to have such a sad face.
"Draco's mother was found murdered, but his dad won't let him go home."
The only think she could think of was,
My poor Draco
"How could he not allow him to go home?" Ginny was appalled, everyone knows that Lucius Malfoy was a cold-hearted ass, but that was cruel. Never would Ginny have thought that he would deny his only son a chance to say goodbye to his only mother.
When Ginny finally looked at Jamie she was staring at her as if she would be the one to break down.
"What?" Ginny snapped. She couldn't place the emotion in Jamie's eyes, but it un-nerved her. Jamie turned her head away, a sign that she was not ready to tell Ginny her thought.
When Ginny looked at the time it was now 7:50 she only had five minutes to make it too potions class, but today she wasn't looking forward to seeing Draco.
"Jam. I got to go or Snape will have my head." She said with an indifferent voice.
Jamie looked at Ginny with the same eyes she had before. "Ok, but I know how much you care about him." Ginny was about to protest when Jamie put her hands up. "All I'm saying is be careful, sometimes the broken aren't that easy to fix."
With that she turned on her heel with grace that Ginny had always envied and strolled off to her first class.
Ginny began walking to class in a deep fog, barley realizing that her feet were moving towards the dungeons. What did she mean? Ginny thought. I don't want to fix him, I mean we have been civil this year, and I guess were friends but that's it… Right?
When she finally re-entered the world from her thoughts she was at the Potions classroom with one minute to spare.
She opened the heavy, black door and instinctively looked at her and Draco's table in the farthest back, right corner. Right away she noticed the sliver haired young man with his head hanging down.
At first Ginny was hesitant, but realized that Snape would start yelling any second and walked over to the heartrending boy.
When she pulled out the chair he didn't make any indication that he know she was there.
Until he looked up, Ginny's throat all of a sudden felt rigid.
He looked like a little boy because his normally vibrant eyes had bags under them. So many emotions were running in them. There was sadness, angry, loneliness, dread. His already pale skin was ashen. His full- lips were turned down into a frown.
Ginny took a deep breath. "Hello Draco." She tried to make her voice void of any pity for him, she know that he would became angry if he heard that. The only thing he did to tell her he heard her was nod his head. Then turn back to the board, which now had the instructions to make some green goop.
Ginny had no idea what to do. She had never lost anyone… in the dyeing sense. She couldn't even imagine how it must feel to lose someone you cared for. Draco in the past has made it clear that he loved his mom, despite the fact that he never said it.
"So… do you want to start writing down notes and I'll get the ingredients?" It was a pitiful attempt to make him talk, and she knows it. Ginny thought he know it too because the corner of his mouth twitch, but in the end all he did was grab his quill and write.
That's how it was all class she would ask him to do something, and he would just… do it, no complaining or making jokes.
The minute the bell rang Draco got up from his sit and let the classroom at high speed. It took everything in Ginny's small legs to catch up with Draco's long legs.
"Wait." She grabbed on to the back of his silky, expensive robes. She could feel him stiffen.
He turned around with slowness that made Ginny wish that she had let him go on.
When he finally looked at Ginny from his height of 6'6" she became intimidated. "What." He snapped with venom in dripping all over his words. She cringed at his sound of persisted.
"I'm sorry about what happened to your mom." Ginny said with kindness. In an instant she saw his face soften, but immediately turned to pure angry, and hatred.
"I don't need your sympathy, particularly from you." Draco said as he looked down at the smaller girl.
Ginny stiffened at his words, and put on a glare. "What's that suppose to mean?" She was angry. All she was doing was trying to be nice, and here he was insulting her.
He took a step forward. "It means you ugly, no good bint." Ginny was doing everything at that point to keep the hurt out of her eyes.
He keeps going. "I don't want pity from someone who can barley afford to buy a decent pay of robes, you nauseate me so stay away." With that final word he turned around and walked away, leaving Ginny with tears rolling down her pretty face.
Her mind replaying what he said over, and over.