The day finally came when she would sit with Draco and hear him play his viola that she so dearly loved. She woke up with an energy she hadn't felt since her first day at Hogwarts, since that first train ride here, to this god forsaken place that she loved and hated all the same. It was an odd feeling that stirred old memories of the summer before and of her first year. She shuddered at the thought of the chamber and the writing on the walls.

She looked towards the grandfather clock in the far end of the room and saw it was 6:30 a.m. some girls were already rising for the day and she couldn't let them see her in this panic. She barely managed her composure before a girl turned to her and asked what was wrong and she quietly reassured her nothing was the matter and to go back to sleep. And the girl did as she was told, after all, waking up and waking up are two fully different matters completely.

But Ginny was definitely awake and there was no going back to sleep. This Saturday would prove to be either productive with gaining a new relationship or it would be an utter disaster and she would make a fool of herself. "Come on Ginerva," she said to herself, "Not everyone is out to get you." A mantra she had to repeat to herself daily. She had taken to calling herself Ginerva after hearing Tom Riddle calling her Ginny. She couldn't help it but every time since then, she felt a slight oozing sensation in her stomach when she's called her beloved childhood nickname.

She bathed and dressed and went down to the common room to sit by the fire and watch the snow fall. It wasn't long until breakfast but she was too nervous to eat a single thing. Her mind was tangoing with the thought of Draco and him being her confidant what a wonder that might be. Draco Malfoy and Ginvera Weasley – Friends, or more for a more scandalous thought, lovers. She giggled quietly to herself. Already the boy had her changing, she was giggling! Maybe she wouldn't be so afraid anymore after being in his presence.

Or maybe she might, "Ginerva! Get yourself together. Not everything is going to end badly. So stop acting like it." Another mantra she had to repeat to herself not daily, but pretty damn close. It took her years to get over that feeling and even when it creeps slowly into her mind she still can't deny it even words can't kill it. It was scary, the thought of having this new adventure spread so wide in front of her and all she had to do was take the first step out the door and there she'd be, on her way to Draco Malfoy and his Viola.

It was only seven and he didn't play until two normally, there wasn't anything to do but pass the time. She decided to read one of Hermione's Muggle books. The Perks of Being a Wallflower was one she had read over time and time again. She related to the pages more than any human. How had this Chobsky man knew her soul inside and out and put in on to a page for all to read? She liked to pretend she was the friend Charlie was writing too. But that reminded her too much of what had happened and she couldn't deal with that. So sometimes she couldn't read her favorite novel, and that was okay. She guessed.

The clock struck One and Ginny's heart hurt with anticipation. It was almost time and she was intoxicated that she might finally hear his music. Finally after a month, yes, a month of just watch she could hear it, feel it in her bones. Her heart beat became fast paced and her head became slightly woozy at the thought. It was exhilarating just to think about but what would it be like to experience it? She toyed with different thoughts and ideas trying to find a perfect ideal situation but none could match what was surely to be the greatest concert in the history. Oh boy, she was a bit excited if she was thinking like this. She needed a glass of water.

After walking down to the great hall for lunch she sat out in the courtyard and waited for Draco to appear. She was running on adrenaline that the need for heating charms were nonexistent. But the snow was falling fast and it was becoming a bit like a blizzard. "Weasley, what are you doing out here?" Draco called from the hall. "We're supposed to have a blizzard."

"But I'm waiting for you." She called, her teeth clicking in the cold

"I'll play inside, come on."

She ran inside, and was greeted with a question of if she was half mad or just completely insane. Well that's Draco, she thought. "Half mad I suppose. Come on, I know where you can play" she led him up a spiral staircase into a tower of sorts and let him set up while she sat on the icy ledge, her back to the window. "Are you going to play Mozart?" she asked. But he stayed silent. She tried several different ways to engage him in conversation as he prepared to play but none of them seemed to work.

It wasn't until he sat on the ledge across from him, straightened his back and fingered the frets on the instrument the Ginny's heart really began to race. This was it. This was the moment she and waited for and it was finally here. She watched as he delicately raised the bow to the strings ready to let it glide across like, like a bird soaring in the sky, thought Ginny. Then he began to play the most wondrous song Ginny had ever heard. And she was hooked. Soon she was humming along and forgot everything about her past and her worries about the future and focused on the here and now.