AN- HELLO! Welcome back to me and my story! Here's the next chapter, sorry about the delay, writer's block. Maybe some action between our characters, but I'm not sure. (ducks from flying objects) Sorry, it's that Slytherin side kicking in. This chapter is now HBP friendly.

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Chapter Seven

The next morning found Draco and Ginny in the outdoor pool of White Manor. Draco casually relaxing in the pool and Ginny in a beach chair writing in a notebook.

"What are writing, Cherry? A story, a song? Wait, I've got it! A love poem about me?" Draco asked, grinning mischeviously up at her.

"Oh yes, you know it. You're just so irresistible, I can't stand it any longer, come take me Draco!" Ginny responded dramatically, yet sarcastically, throwing her arms out and falling back in the chair.

"Well, when you put it that way..." He laughed and Ginny just shook her head at him as she began to write in her notebook once more. A little while later she looked up at him, floating in the pool on a air-filled mat.

"Draco, what's the thing you want most in your future? I mean, is there one dream you would give up everything for?" Draco sighed, not sure if he should tell her his greatest desire. "It's okay Draco, you don't have to tell me. I know sometimes people like to keep their dreams to themselves." Ginny went once again went back to writing.

"To have a wife and children. To be the father and husband my father never was." He said as she looked up into his eyes. "That's really all I've wanted since I realized I didn't have to be like him. No one will ever take that away from me, once I find that one person, my soul mate, I will stay with her forever, no matter what." He gazed off for a second then looked back at her. "What about you?"

She paused a moment, stunned to silence by his answer, "To be my own person, to not be categorized as the only female Weasley all my life. To just be me and be known as me. Not by my singing either, I want to make a difference, to do something special."

"Really? Hmm...Well, you are friends with a Malfoy. That should do it." She leaned by the pool to splash water at him. He just grinned at her and proceeded to pull her into the pool and start a water war.

A few days later saw Draco sitting in his mother's study, wondering why the hell she needed to talk to him and what the hell could be so important that they were in the most guarded, closed off room in the house. His mother looked at him from her place on the couch, as if wondering how to say what she wanted to.

"Draco, I have a feeling that this Weasley girl is more than just a friend to you and I do not want that happening. In fact, I will do all that is in my power to stop it. You are set to inherit a vast sum of money and such when you graduate and I don't want you to be used or misled. I want you to find true love, Draco. So, that is why I don't want you getting too close to this girl. Her family is very poor and I don't want to find out later that she is just after you for money and financial status, and such. She is a very sweet girl, I do believe that, I just don't know if she can be trusted around our family." Draco stared at his mother, she was sounding like Lucius. Yes, she had his best interest at heart, but she didn't understand.

"Mother, there is nothing but friendship between Ginny and I at the moment, and if there ever was something more between us she would never take advantage of me like that. She has her own money now that she is a singer and her brother's own one of the most successful joke shops in the wizarding world. Furthermore what happens between Ginny and I is of my concern, not yours, not anyone else's. You over all should understand that I will choose my own girlfriends and eventually wife and no one else will have any say in it. Now, if that is all, I must finish packing, for I have a train to catch in a few hours." And with that, Draco stood, turned on is heel, and left the room.

Walking down the hall he was fuming like mad. Was Ginny's and his friendship that big of a controversy? He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, life was too complicated. Couldn't he walk his own path? Why did everyone have to interfere in his life? He wanted to be Draco, no Malfoy, no Black, no Slytherin, no anything.

Ginny was in her room, packing, and contemplating. What kind of feelings did she have for Draco exactly? Was it just lust? Just the thought of having a relationship? Or was it something more? She didn't really know, she had a strange attraction to him, it was like nothing she had ever felt before, but what did that mean? With Harry it was love, but it was something totally different with Draco. Which was right, which was better? Could her love for Harry just be infatuation, or was the feeling with Draco just that? Ginny thought about what her parents had said not too long ago. Would she really let them choose her life for her? The voices once again made their entrance.

It's your life, they can't decide it for you

'But they can disown me, throw me out of the Burrow, and the Gods only know what else!'

But it's your decision in the end. If you go down the wrong path you will regret in years to come

'I know. But what if what I think is the right path turns out to be the wrong path?"

Love is never the wrong path, Virginia. You should know that now.

'But what if what I think is love isn't? Or it is, but I doubt it?'

Your decisions are yours, what you choose will lead to an ending, good or bad.

She sighed and flopped down on her bed. She grabbed her notebook and began to write.Only a few lines were written when she heard a door slam down the hall. She walked to Draco's room and timidly knocked on the door.

"Draco, are you okay?" She asked opening te door slowly to see him haphazardly throwing things into his trunk, surely breaking a few things in the process. "Sunshine, what's wrong?"

"Nothing that you need to worry about. "he replied, slamming the doors of his wardrobe open and tossing his clothes into his trunk.

"You know, you really should fold those, Malfoy's don't wear things with wrinkles remember?"

'I don't bloody care, there my clothes and I'll do what I bloody want with them." He snappped.

"Merlin, what crawled up your ass and died." He looked her straight in the eyes as she said this.

"Do you really want to know?" he yelled. "YOU! Ever since I started being friends with you my life has been a living hell! My father's voice rings in my head every moment, telling me that it's disgraceful to be friends with such filth! My house members already shun me for not wanting to be a deatheater, and it'll be even worse now, being friends with a goody two-shoes Gryffindor. And today my mother decides that she's going to control my life and tell me what I can and cannot do. She doesn't realize she's denying... Never mind, just go away. I don't want to see you."Ginny stared at him for a moment, tears rolling down her cheeks, as if she couldn't believe what the person if front of her had just said. A few seconds later, she fled the room.

Draco just watched her go with guilt in his eyes, but he couldn't help but think. 'Mother's denying me the only thing I've ever really wanted.'

Narcissa Malfoy looked at the smokey screen where she could see every room in her household. She laughed watching her son reject the poor little Weasley girl, happy that he was following her advise. She saw the girl run out of his room crying. But she didn't see the remorse and guilt in his eyes. She didn't see the longing. And as she waved the smoke away, she didn't see him running to catch Ginny before she fell again.