I'm Not In Love Chapter 2: I'm Not Who You Think, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer- I don't own anything that J.K. owns. In other words I own Rudy Bega, Luke Morris, and Sydney Malfoy.

Chapter 2

Draco stood on stage going over the words to the song in his head one last time before he started to practice. Ginny was already laughing at him and he hadn't even started to sing one song yet. He smirked at her as the music started, this song was one of his favorites, one he had written himself, and he was going to show her just how good he was.

Fumbling his confidence and wondering
why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bent for more
than arguments and failed attempts to fly

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

Dreaming about Providence and
whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken

We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live

Draco looked down at Ginny who was smiling up at him. He gave her a short grin. "That was great Draco," she complemented him, then smirked, "you should try putting that much emotion into the rest of your songs." Draco rolled his eyes; did she always have to be that way? Couldn't she just be sweet and tell him it was perfect?

"Ok, Guys and Girls, that's all for today. Take a break, go to Hogsmeade, do something fun. I don't care what." Luke started out the doors of the Great Hall. "Oh, well, don't do anything to jeopardize your careers, and stay with the guards." Ginny laughed and rolled her eyes, before walking quickly out of the doors of the Great Hall.

"Where are you going in such a hurry, Weasley? Have a letters to write to the Dream Team asking them to curse me so you don't have to sing with me?"

"I want to get to Hogsmeade, I need a few things. And actually, I wrote to Ron last night asking for him to get some prank stuff from Fred and George that I could use on you. But I wouldn't want them to do anything to your singing, you have a beautiful voice." Draco stopped short, surprised at the compliment.

"Well, thanks Weasley." He responded awkwardly.

"I have a name you know. It's Ginny." She said, exasperated.

"I don't like that name, it sounds clumsy and childish." Ginny glared at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like you gave the name that presence. Isn't there anything else I can call you?"

"My name is Ginevra Molly Weasley, take your pick" Draco thought for a minute, and then smiled.

"Can I give you a nickname?" he asked timidly. She looked at him suspiciously. "As long as I approve of it." Draco nodded an appeared to be in deep though as they walked out of the school and toward Hogsmeade. Aurors followed them, and he could see a couple farther up the walkway. Everyone had to be protected these days. All of a sudden he stopped and turned to face Ginny with a huge smile on his face.

"Cherry!"

"What?" she asked. He really needed psychiatric help that one.

"Cherry is your new nickname, because your hair is a cherry red!" He laughed and she rolled her eyes. "Can I call you that?"

"I guess," Ginny said, "But only if I can give you a nickname!"

"I'm ok with that, as long as it's not Drakie or anything like that." He gagged. "My sister has been stuck on that one for years."

"Your sister? I didn't know you had a sister." Ginny said, raising one eyebrow.

"Yep, she's six and a rotten little bugger if I do say so myself." He smiled at the thought and Ginny giggled.

"Draco, I've got a question," He looked at the serious look on her face and nodded telling her to go on. "My brother's always say you're an evil bastard. You've insulted Harry, Ron, and Hermione for the past five years and got them in trouble. They say you don't care about anyone but yourself but since I met you, you haven't acted like that. You haven't insulted me once. Your can be arrogant sometimes, but not evil. What made you change? Was it Dumbledore last year?" Draco stared at her for a minute, he brain replaying the events of his sixth year. He continued to walk down the path as he told her his story.

"Last summer I was called on by the Dark Lord to complete a task. They said the task would be one to prepare me to be a Deatheater. I was uncertain, but at that time, I still wanted to be one of them, so I accepted. They wanted to mark me, but Snape convinced them not to, told them it would make Dumbledore suspicious. Then I was told I had to kill Dumbledore, and it seemed impossible. My mother begged me later not to do it, to run, but I couldn't. I bragged away to the Slytherins and convinced myself I could do it, but it was pointless. I was a scared and when it came time, I decided I couldn't kill him. I was prepared to lower my wand and ask for his help, but Snape killed him and all I could do was run as quickly as I could. I just wanted to get away from everything. Snape never found me, neither did any of the other Deatheaters and I came back, to join the light, to do what I knew was right." He sighed and took in a deep breath. "Everyone still believes I am just like my father, but I'm not anymore. My mum, she knows I've changed, I've turned out to be more like her, than father." Then Draco smiled, something he hadn't done often until this summer. "My father is dead now, and I have free reign to do what I want, as long as I avoid the dark and its followers. Realizing I had been wrong for so long, it hurt, and begging Harry Potter to help me hurt even more, but I did. After the Ministry let me go, I apologized to both Potter and your brother, and told them to convey my apologies to Granger. And for everything I've done to you Cherry, I'm sorry." He looked at her hopefully, praying to the gods she would understand. He never wanted to kill someone, ever. "The light side is where I was meant to be, and just seeing my mother smile when she sees me is enough to keep me where I am now."

Ginny smiled. Draco Malfoy had definitely changed and she was glad. He was the kind of person she wanted as a friend.

"Sunshine," Ginny said proudly as she sat down in a booth at the Three Broomsticks a couple hours later. Draco sat down across from her and arched an eyebrow. "What?"

"Well, you said I could give you a nickname so that's it. Sunshine." Draco stared at her for a minute before he started laughing.

"Ok, Cherry. If that's what you want to call me." He shook his head at the eccentric red head setting across from him. "So Ginny, tell me, what's it like growing up in the Weasley household."

"Crazy. You can never find anything your looking for, there's no privacy, even for the only girl, it's always loud. If you ever hear silence at the Burrow, we're probably all dead. There's usually someone awake and at home at all times, and there's also the ghoul in the attic that loves to bang on the pipes at all hours of the night. It's annoying sometimes, but you know that everyone loves you and would do anything for you." Draco looked at her sadly.

"I wish I had that when I was growing up. My father, I'm not sure if he ever knew how to love. He just made me to have an heir and Sydney, my little sister, she was an accident. My mother has always loved us, but she couldn't show it with my father around, he thought it was a sign of weakness. So many things have changed in this past summer, since my father was officially dead and gone. Deep down, I think I was always jealous of your family, that's one of the reasons I made fun of them so much." He stared off into space for a moment then looked at her again.

"But now you have the chance to have that kind of family, Draco. You have your loving family and now you're free to show your love. And the person you really are inside." Draco smiled at this comment, he was going to prove to everyone he wasn't like his father. He wasn't evil, he wasn't a deatheater.

"Come on, let's go to Zonko's and see what's new." Ginny said, getting up out of the booth and digging in her purse for her money.

"Okay, let's stop at Honeydukes too, I ran out of sugar quills last night. Oh, and don't worry about the drinks, I got them." He put two sickles on the table and walked outside. He was Draco Achilles Malfoy and today was a new day.

Songs:

Kiss Me Crazy by Kaci

Meant to Live by Switchfoot