Chapter 2

"Ginny?" a soft voice says from behind me. I glance around, catching the sight of bushy brown hair.

I turn my gaze back to the water, back to gray eyes that I keep trying to picture inside my head. I don't believe Hermione caught the hint that I wished to not talk at the moment, for she spoke again.

"You know, Gin," she began, "if you didn't seclude yourself out here, you might be able to see Harry more often."

Oh bloody hell! Why does everyone believe I am still obsessed with Harry? I haven't even thought of him in a way other than 'brother' since my third year when I caught the first glimpse of life in those gray eyes.

I feel the heat rise up in my cheeks as I turn to glare at Hermione, "FYI, 'Mione, I don't like Harry anymore. I haven't since third year."

She looks at me as if she knows something I don't, "Of course, Gin, but remember that you can tell me the truth. I won't judge you for it."

I jump up from the position I take every day after classes, "You don't know anything! How many times do I have to explain to you all that I do NOT like him! Sure I love him, but like a brother!" With that said, I pick up my books that had been laying forgotten on the other side of the tree and start walk back towards the castle.

I hear her sigh as she picks herself up off the ground and follows me. I don't care if she follows me. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care…Oh, who am I kidding? I definitely care! Though she also has to walk this way to get to the castle, I don't want her following me. There's a reason I come out here to do my thinking.

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" Dear gods in Heaven, what did I do to deserve this?" I mutter as I once again try breaking down the door of the broom closet. Even after continually ramming my shoulder against it doesn't budge a bit, so with a defeated sigh I rest my back against it and slump down to the floor .

I guess you're wondering, 'Why is Ginny Weasley stuck in a broom closet in the middle of the night?' Well, I'll let you know as soon as I know myself.

I just know that I had finally slipped out of Gryffindor Tower - away from Hermione's apparently all-knowing eyes - and I was walking towards the Prefects bathroom when someone pushed past me. I, obviously, ended up in this broom closet while the other person ran God knows where. So, I'm stuck, but I know it wasn't an accident.

Why would this door be open tonight of all nights? And why would the person round the corner at the exact right moment to where they'd reach me as I got next to the open doorway? And why was there a victorious giggle when I fell in? Boy, would I like to know, and --

I fell backwards as the door opened, letting out a slight, "Oomph!"

"Weaslette," sneered the all too familiar voice.

Still lying on my back, on the dust covered floor, I tilt my head to look at him. He's upside down, but I can still see him. Draco Malfoy stands over me in his expensive Slytherin robes, his silver Head Boy badge glinting in the light from his wand. His wand, held up in the air by his right - or left from this angle - hand so as to spread as much light around the area as possible.

"What, may I ask, are you doing in a broom closet at this time of night?" He asks, sounding bored.

I roll my eyes as best as I can, "Well obviously I was sitting there thinking until you came along and interrupted me. Thanks a lot, Ferret."

He smirks, "Your welcome."

"Whatever," I snap as I roll onto my stomach. I push myself up onto my knees and then stand up. Fate wants to punish me for something though: I trip over my cloak and fall forward.

Two strong arms wrap around my waist a moment before my face hit's the ground. I look up surprised and I swear my heart stops. His eyes, alight with amusement, stare into mine. I've never seen his eyes when he was amused. Or at least never when he was amused by something other then Harry getting hurt or embarrassed. It was nice to see something no one else outside of Slytherin has seen before.

He clears his throat, ruining my train of thought, and puts me back on my feet. Then he says quickly, "Thirty points from Gryffindor and a detention, Weasley, for being out of bed after hours. Now get out of my sight before I take more points!"

I don't even pay attention to the fact that my listening to him will inflate his already huge ego, but when you're dazzled by the beauty of the one you love, you tend to do everything they say. So, yes, I listen to him and run back the way I had initially come.

I know what I will be dreaming of tonight… Those gray eyes alight with amusement.

A/N: Hello, all! Sorry it took me so long to post the next part of this story! I decided to listen to all of you and make this an actual story instead of a one-shot.

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