I'm Not In Love Chapter 9: Memories Found, Memories Made, a harry potter fanfic

AN- Wow! I seem to just have a lot of inspiration tonight! I like it! I hope it continues like this! This chapter is now HBP friendly.

Diclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or anything from any of the books. I wish I did, but sadly, no. I do own anything you do not recognize.

Chapter Nine

Draco plodded through the halls of Hogwarts, not wanting to go back to his rooms, knowing Ginny was there. Why had he said those horrid things to her? No wonder she was mad at him, he had been so cruel. He had been . . . he had been acting like his father.

Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had done the one thing he promised himself he would never do again. He punched a random suit of armor in aggravation and surprisingly, instead of just staying or moving to the side, it disintegrated to reveal a passageway.

'What's this?' Draco thought, before starting down the long passage, not knowing where it would lead him.

Ginny ran out of the portrait hole and down the corridor, looking for Draco. She ran all the way down to the Great hall, but he wasn't there. She couldn't find him anywhere! Of all the times for him to go running off, it had to be now, when she really needed to talk to him, when her curiosity was eating at her from the inside.

It was just a room, almost like a common room, except someone had claimed it. Pictures were all around, though he didn't know who most of them were. Most were muggle pictures, not moving, just smiling and happy. He settled down on the couch nearest the fireplace, and was startled as the fire started roaring.

He shook his head, there was probably justa spell to make it do that when someone sat down. Several fireplaces were enchantedin the same way at White Manor, but he had never encountered on at Hogwarts. Glancing around,a large leather book caught his eye.He picked it up fromthe end table beside him, and started flipping through it, discovering it to be not a book, but a photo album.Draco was silent,wondering who these people were and how long ago they went to Hogwarts.

Then he saw it, the one person he recognized. There were pictures of his mother, with GRYFFINDORS! She wasn't the only Slytherin in the pictures either, but he didn't recognize the others.

He started looking at the pictures closer, most of these were moving pictures. A picture of his mother and what looked like another Harry Potter, that must have been his dad, and a, wait, a young Sirius Black! His mother had told him none of the family associated with him after he got sorted into Gryffindor and was burned off the family tree. But there she was, acting like his best friend, tickling him, and laughing. He didn't understand.

Draco flipped the pages again, more and more pictures of his mother popping up. Then the last page there was a picture of two girls. His mother and a auburn headed girl, and underneath the picture it was signed:

Narcissa Black and Molly Prewitt

Best Friends Forever

'Who in the hell was Molly Prewitt?' Draco thought. She obviously was in Gryffindor by her uniform and she was well dressed in wizarding designer clothes underneath the robes, so she was upperclass. But he didn't recall hearing of any Prewitts. He needed to ask his mother about it. Or maybe Ginny would know, if she ever forgave him for what he did.

He took the album and left the room, noting it's location in his mind. He would bring Ginny here and show her this place, it would become their place this time and they would leave their pictures behind.

Ginny sat in front of the fireplace in the common room. She was beginning to get worried, Draco hadn't come back yet and it had been an hour since she had given up looking for him.

Then she heard someone give the password outside and she practically jumped on him when he entered.

"I was so worried about you! I went looking for you so I could talk to you and no one could find you or tell me where you had went!" She yelled as she hugged him. He gave her a funny look.

"I thought you were mad at me. Of course, you had every right to be. You didn't have to worry about me."

"Well, I do. And I am mad at you, but I want to talk to you about it! That's why I was looking at you, I remembered something. Come, sit down and talk to me." Ginny pulled him over to the couch, just then noticing the album he carried in his hands.

"What's that?" she asked, curiously.

"It's just a picture album. I show it to you later." Draco paused. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for all those things I said. I shouldn't have and I was acting like my father and . . . I guess my mom just really got to me with some of the things she said, the hypocrite."

"I know your sorry, Sunshine." He smiled at the use of his nickname. "I forgive you. It almost got to me to, all the things people were saying about us. I understand why you did that, you just have to promise me it'll never happen again."

"I promise. If I ever, in the slightest, act like my father again, you have every right to curse me at your will."

"Ok, I'll hold you to that." She smiled as she hugged him again. "But there was something I wanted to ask you about. When you had your little rant in your room, you said something about your mother denying you something, but you never finished the thought. What was she denying you?" He smiled slightly and looked at her.

"She was denying me the only thing I ever really wanted."

"And what is that?" He smiled at her, reaching up to rub her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"You'll know someday."

"Okay, children," Said Luke, a few days later. "While I am glad you to are back on good terms, this constant joy and laughter is severely distracting. And I'm fairly positive it is not healthy for any of us, especially me."

"Sorry, Luke. It's all her fault, she won't be serious for one minute." Draco said, taking on his arrogant stature.

"Me? You're the one that keeps tickling me with Fred and George's Tickling Tummy Ticklers." Draco just lifted his eyebrows at her, as she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Okay, whatever, I DO NOT CARE! Just sing the songs and get practice over with. Who's going first?"

"I will," answered Ginny, then she proceeded to push Draco off the stage. Luke shook his head and let out a shaky breath. It was going to be a long day. "Okay, I'm ready." Ginny said, and Luke looked up to see Draco lying on the floor, glaring at Ginny, and the red head with a smile on her face ready to sing.

"Finally, just go."

When I was just a little girl
My momma used to tuck me into bed
and she'd read me a story
It always was about a Princess in distress
And how a guy would save her and end up with the glory

I'd lie in bed and think about the person that I want to be
Then one day I realized the fairy tale life wasn't for me

I don't wanna be like Cinderella
Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar
Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free
I don't wanna be like Snow White waiting
For a handsome prince to come and save me
On a horse of white, unless we're riding side by side
Don't want to depend on no one else
I'd rather rescue myself

Someday I'm gonna find someone who wants my soul, heart, and mind
Who's not afraid to show that he loves me
Somebody who will understand I'm happy just the way I am
Don't need nobody taking care of me

I will be there for him just as strong as he will be there for me
When I give myself then it has to got to be, an equal thing

I don't wanna be like Cinderella
Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellarWaiting for somebody, to come and set me free
I don't wanna be like Snow White waiting
For a handsome prince to come and save me
On a horse of white, unless we're riding side by side
Don't want to depend on no one else
I'd rather rescue myself

I can slay, my own dragons
I can dream, my own dreams
My knight in shining armor is me
So I'm gonna set me free

Ginny glanced down at Draco. Her song was about wanting to be her own hero, about someone who would be her equal. Did Harry fit this, or did he only want to be savior to the damsel in distress that she wasn't?

AN-Okay. I guess I'm done with this chapter. The song was Cinderella by Play.