Frozen Fire & Burning Ice by ThePixieDustPoet

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 06/05/2003
Last Updated: 16/07/2003
Status: Paused

We’ve all read the stories of when Draco comes across Ginny’s diary, but what happens when
Draco’s the one with the lost diary? Will Ginny finally see through the mask of ice to the frozen
fire inside Draco? The fire he’s just waiting for someone to ignite. Could Ginny be that someone to
open his eyes and find the key to his heart, does she want to be- would he let her be? It all
starts with a run in before breakfast, and grows…




1. Frost Bitten
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Frozen Fire and Burning Ice

Summary: We’ve all read the stories of when Draco comes across Ginny’s diary, but what happens
when Draco’s the one with the lost diary? –Will Ginny finally see through the mask to the frozen
fire inside Draco- the fire he’s just waiting for someone to ignite? Could Ginny be that someone-
does she want to be- would he let her be? It all starts with a run in before breakfast, and
grows…Tons of questions- summary sucks, but please read and review! My first Fan Fic! Draco's
7th year, Ginny's 6th

Rating- eh…PG-13…I tend to get carried away sometimes J

E-mail: thepixiedustpoet@yahoo.com SUGGESTIONS/IDEAS FOR STORY LINE TOTALLY WELCOME!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! NADA! I love Draco- but I claim no rights to him! …Wish I owned him
and all the other wonderful characters from the wonderful Harry Potter books, but I don’t. All the
characters are completely J.K. R.’s!

Any of the lyrics will be quoted! The band or singer will be underneath, most will be from
Linkin Park, but some won’t. J Like I said, I own NOTHING!

A/N: I’m going to TRY to keep each character true to the books, but I’m starting to think I’m
going to fail miserably! So please be patient with me! I hope you enjoy!


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Chapter One: Frostbitten

"It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb. It's so much easier
to go, Than face all this pain here all alone. Something has been taken, from deep inside of me. A
secret I've kept locked away, no one can ever see. Wounds so deep they never show, they never
go away. Like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played.

If I could change I would.

Take back the pain I would.

Retrace every wrong move that I made I would.

If I could.

Stand up and take the blame I would.

If I could take all the shame to the grave I

Like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played.

If I could change I would.

Take back the pain I would.

Retrace every wrong move that I made I would.

If I could.

Stand up and take the blame I would.

If I could take all the shame to the grave I would.

Sometimes I remember, the darkness of my past. Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't
have. Sometimes I think of letting go, and never looking back. And never moving forward, so there
would be no past. Just washing it aside, all of the helplessness aside. Pretending I don't feel
misplaced, is so much simpler than change.

It's so much easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb.

It's so much easier to go, than face all this pain here all alone. (Linkin Park)"

Yes, This was what he felt, over and over again- It never ended. Writing the lyrics with so much
emotion behind each letter, the force and weight of his feelings caused his silver quill to scratch
through the thick journal paper. Holding himself from lashing out, from crying out, from getting
out, Draco sat with perfect posture- frozen in an icy statue hiding the burning inside. His tears
were searing his eyes, but he would never let them out- never. He wanted to let it all come
streaming out- let everyone see the real Draco. The Draco that was just a young 17-year-old boy,
still longing to be truly loved- to be touched and held in someone's- anyone's arms. But
Malfoys didn't feel this way. Malfoys didn't think or act that way, Malfoys didn't cry.
Malfoys…(he was crushed to finally accept)…didn't love.

With a stone face he closed his journal and put his writing things into his desk. Placing his
journal into his bookcase and swinging it over his shoulder, Draco took a quick glance into the
mirror, snarled, and bounded away from his dorm in search of breakfast, and an outlet for his
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Flipping her red locks, humming under her breath, and skipping down the corridor, Ginny Weasley
was ecstatic. At long last Harry Potter was finally noticing her the way she had always dreamt he
would. -Finally he saw her as more than just Ron's little sister, he finally saw he as the
attractive fiery red head she was! …Well, at least that’s what she had gathered last night when he
had started to flirt with her. Ginny flushed at the wonderful memory and increased her pace towards
the Great Hall as she recollected exactly what had happened.

Hermione and Ron had gone to 'sleep' for the night. (Both Ginny and Harry knew that they
were only waiting for the chance when all of Gryffindor house would fall asleep so they could come
back down and snog; but neither cared) They laughed at the thought and continued to talk as they
lay by the warm fire. Ginny became quiet as she watched the embers sparking and popping in the
fireplace, and that’s when it had started to happen. Harry inched closer to her and caught her hand
in his. Smiling, she looked into his eyes as he then dared to move closer. Soon she was resting
with her back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her, and his head lightly propped in the
nook of her neck. They continued to laugh and talk of quidditch and other normal subjects until
Harry yawned and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Speaking of quidditch, I've got a game tomorrow right after breakfast. I've got to
get some sleep if I'm going to keep our winning streak up," Harry said with a soft smile.
Ginny slightly nodded in agreement.

"You'll be there, won't you?" Harry asked quietly into her ear.

"Of course Harry," was all Ginny could manage to say without her voice squeaking from
joy. Harry smiled and gently stood.

"Good. Night Gin Bug," and he uncomfortably patted her on the head before dashing
upstairs to bed.

Ginny smiled at the memory. It was truly crazy, but she was positive he liked her until that
horrible pat on the head. Had that been his subtle way of telling her he thought she was a great
kid, but still just a kid? Thinking that over, Ginny was in her own little world when a boy came
flying around the corner, knocking both Ginny and himself to the floor.

"WHO THE DEVIL!?!?!!?" screamed a familiar voice.

OOOOhhhhhhhhhh, no. Not Draco. Ginny began to scitter away hoping he wouldn't see her.


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Draco was positively flying through the corridors! If he was going to get some food before they
closed breakfast, he was going to have to move fast! Just as he was about to cross the last
corridor to the Great Hall, BOOM! He was lying flat on his back skidding across the marble floor!
Within a second he was back on his feet mad beyond all belief!

"WHO THE DEVIL!?!?!!?" he bellowed down the hall. Then he saw her. Grabbing at her
things and crawling across the floor in an obvious attempt to get away. Draco laughed to himself,
she had a damn good right to be afraid of him, after all, he was the one person her brother and
Potter couldn't save her from.

"CHRIST WEASEL! What were you thinking of!!!????" He laughed to himself again as he
watched her push away more with every step he took towards her. She was kind of endearing, in a
tiny kitten sort of way. He watched her as she leaned forward to grab the last of her things.

"I..I didn't mean to. I was only thinking of Harry P…" Ginny slapped a hand over
her mouth. Potter! SHE HAS BEEN THINKING OF POTTER! She's just like every other girl in the
blasted school!

"Potter. I believe his last name is Potter, Weasel. Maybe you should stop daydreaming about
him. He'll just end up breaking your heart in the long run. He'll move on to some beautiful
long legged BRUNETTE and leave you in his wake. -Leave you devastated and still longing for him the
way you've always longed for him. You'll go back to being Weasley's little
sister." He had meant to say it with a sneer and as much venom as he could muster, to really
make it drive home, but the exact opposite had happened. He had kneeled down and placed his hand on
her hand. He had even used a 'compassionate' tone. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he
suddenly felt a wave of warmth fun up his arm straight to his heart. It was fantastic, like nothing
he had every felt before. The gentle heat slowly wrapped around his heart and he loved its
presence. Eyes locked, Draco leaned forward and into Ginny, though not touching her. He watched he
milky complexion give a slight shiver. Was she feeling the same thing?


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Ginny couldn't believe it. What Draco had said really did make sense, and they way he said
it really made it seem as if he cared if Harry broke Ginny's heart. Draco looked down, taking
her small ink blotted hand into his large perfect one and looking her in the eyes. As if by magic
Ginny felt an icy breeze sweep up her arm and into her heart. Its sharp cool chill felt wonderful
inside of her flaming body, and she was delighted by the way it made her feel. She watched as Draco
blinked slowly, as if something was soothing him, and then with his shining silver eyes watching
hers, he leaned forward. He was so close she was sure he was about to kiss her, but he never even
touched her. He came even closer, millimeters away from her skin. Suddenly, as Ginny realized that
she wanted him to touch her, and extra blast of icy breeze shocked her heart and involuntarily she
gave a slight shiver. He was watching her. He was so close. She felt his lips brush the nape of her
neck and streams of frozen delights drifted through her body from the contacts. He leaned into her
even more, then gently whispered, his lips barely grazing her ear,

"You forgot this," as he brought a tattered quill from behind her, gently swaying it
in front of her face. Slowly Ginny raised her hand to his, but before she could take the quill,
Draco scooped her up into his arms and into the air. Shocked, Ginny gazed into his sparkling eyes,
to suddenly see them melt away, and there Ginny saw something, though just for a moment before his
eyes refroze and he placed her feet gently back on the ground. She knew it. In the instant his eyes
had revealed that he *did* care for her. Her lip began to tremble and she leaned up to kiss
him…


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Draco watched as Ginny realized his feelings for her. Alarmed, he watched as she leaned up, arms
wrapped around his neck, to kiss him. Did he want this? -Of course he did! But this was different,
she wasn't like Pansy, or any of the other Slytherin girls he had kissed before, there was more
here. There was something happening, he realized, as his body slowly began to heat up at
Ginny's contact. She was up against him now, gently bringing his face down to hers. The heat
was coming from her, he knew it, and it was like nothing he had ever known, nothing he could ever
hope to know. It was wonderful, ...it was Ginny Weasel, er, Weasley. Then it happened, she shivered
again and in an instant her lips were on his, and the taste was like nothing he could have dreamed.
Red-hot sweet and cinnamon spicy, his senses ran amuck. It was delicious, Ginny Weasley's kiss
was delicious. He began to deepen their kiss, wanting to press the taste into his memory forever,
wanting more of it, wanting to fill his entire body with the wonderful sensation. As if on cue fire
erupted from Ginny and surged into him, wave by wave. Filling him like he wanted to be filled. He
began to give her butterfly kisses all the way up her jaw line and back again.

"oh, Harry…"Ginny whispered.

Harry??? HARRY????? HARRY!?!?!? Draco became out raged and threw Ginny away from him, sending
her reeling backwards.

Suddenly all of the heat sensation disappeared. His body became cold and frozen once more as he
watched Ginny come back to her senses and try to explain.

"Draco, I, I... I didn't mean," Ginny started, but Draco interrupted her.

"Oh stop trying to make an excuse you little good for nothing weasel! Save them for your
precious Potter! I'll be sure to enjoy telling him what a little tart he's got- I'm
sure the Gryffindor boys will love passing you around after Potter's had his way with
you!" It was pure venom- each word slicing through Ginny heart like it was tissue paper.

"Draco, please!" Ginny pleaded as he snatched up his things. She grabbed his arm but
he yanked it away.

"The names Malfoy, Weasel." He looked her up and down once, a smirk forming on his
handsome face. "Not like that meant anything, just a bit of snogging with the Easy
Weasley." Draco laughed out loud at his rhyme and left for breakfast. Even as he did so all of
his being wanted to turn and run back to her. To take her in his arms and tell her what she meant
to him. But what did she mean to him? Why was he so upset that she had said Harry? Then it hit him
as he sat down at his table and watched her enter the doors. No, it couldn't be, he
couldn't love her after a few kisses…could he?


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"The names Malfoy, Weasel." He looked her up and down once, a smirk forming on his
handsome face. "Not like that meant anything, just a bit of snogging with the Easy
Weasley." Stunned Ginny watched as he turned and left her alone in the empty hall. She
hadn't really heard what he was saying. She had only watched as his eyes betrayed his words.
While he sat there yelling at her, trying to tell her she meant nothing to him, that it was all
just a bit of fun and games, his eyes gave away his hurt and his pain. They gave away his
disappointment, and most of all, his jealousy. They even told her how much he needed to be needed,
and how horrible it has been for her to call him Harry, when he was finally trying to show her how
much he cared. All this time had had teased her the most for a reason. All this time he had
secretly cared for her. Entering the Great Hall Ginny looked over the Slytherin table searching for
him. When she saw him, she suddenly realized how cold and deserted she felt. Without him everything
was dull and pointless. Why? A few kisses and now he was the reason she was living? That didn't
make any sense at all, but for some reason she couldn't take her eyes away from him. She felt
bare without him, frozen, …frostbitten.

…she didn't even notice when Harry reached up and pulled her down onto his lap and kissed
her gently on the cheek.

…but a young blonde, fierce looking Slytherin across the room did…and he didn't like it. He
didn't like it one bit…


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TO BE CONTINUED!

A/N: Ok, how did I do???? Good??? Bad??? Please review, because if no one reviews I'll be
all sad and think its sucks and not want to post again. Plus, since I'm like addicted, I'll
probably post again soon- if you review! ;) Please do! Remember, this is my first fan fic!- so
please help me out and tell me what ya think!

Oh, ok guess what, chapter two is gonna have some quidditch action, and of course, more
Draco/Ginny action! J



2. Till Tonight
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Frozen Fire and Burning Ice

Summary: We’ve all read the stories of when Draco comes across Ginny’s diary, but what happens
when Draco’s the one with the lost diary? –Will Ginny finally see through the mask to the frozen
fire inside Draco- the fire he’s just waiting for someone to ignite? Could Ginny be that someone-
does she want to be- would he let her be? It all starts with a run in before breakfast, and
grows…Tons of questions- summary sucks, but please read and review! My first Fan Fic! Draco's
7th year, Ginny's 6th

Rating- eh…PG-13…I tend to get carried away sometimes J

E-mail: thepixiedustpoet@yahoo.com SUGGESTIONS/IDEAS FOR STORY LINE TOTALLY WELCOME!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! NADA! I love Draco- but I claim no rights to him! …Wish I owned him
and all the other wonderful characters from the wonderful Harry Potter books, but I don’t. All the
characters are completely J.K. R.’s!

Any of the lyrics will be quoted! The band or singer will be underneath, most will be from
Linkin Park, but some won’t. J Like I said, I own NOTHING!

A/N: I’m going to TRY to keep each character true to the books, but I’m starting to think I’m
going to fail miserably! So please be patient with me! I hope you enjoy!

Another A/N: OMB! YOU GUYS ROCK! THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! I’m so pumped, I’ve all these ideas,
enough for at least 5 new chapters because of you’re encouragement! Thank you sooo much! Please
keep the feed back and I’ll keep the chapters coming too! J hehe, and by the way, '
peaceoutgrlmehi', I feel the exact same way! - you'll see! J


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Chapter Two: Till Tonight

*WHAT!?!?!?!?!* No, no, Potter did *not* just do that! He had *not* just pulled
Ginny lightly onto his lap *AND KISS HER ON THE CHEEK*! That's *my* cheek,
*mine*…*MINE*! Draco watched, furious, boiling under his skin and Ginny glanced down at
Potter with a dopey little smile. Within a second Draco felt a pain deep inside as he realized he
wanted to be the one sitting at the Gryffindor table making his precious Ginny smile. He felt the
need to be the one to make her laugh, felt the need to be the one she came to when she felt down.
He wanted, he *needed* to be everything to Ginny Weasley.

*-*At that very moment Draco watched as Potter lifted a piece of bacon and quietly fed it
to Ginny (who seemed to only half notice). Draco couldn't help but smile as Potter finally
realized that Ginny was sweeping the slytherin table with her eyes. That’s right Potter, she's
sitting in your lap; but she's looking for *me*. Smirking, Draco stood and made his way
out the hall- making sure to walk past the Gryffindor table. He looked up with a mock look of
surprise on his face and took a few steps toward Potter (who wrapped his arm around Ginny
protectively) ha!

"Well look at that! Congratulations Potter! Landed yourself a real pretty one there."
Potter looked stunned, as did any other student that happened to hear. -He smirked as *'What
is Draco up to?*' screamed across everyone's minds. …This was going to be more fun than
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Ginny's heart began to pound. He was walking up; oh please don't let him see me on
Harry's lap! Oh please! -No, it was too late, he was coming over. Harry paced an arm around
her, as if to protect her from the big bad Malfoy. Was she still a little kid to him?

"Well look at that! Congratulations Potter! Landed yourself a real pretty one there."
-WHAT??? Ginny's mind raced. What was he doing???? He's going to drop a bomb, I know he is,
he's going to tell everyone that we had just finished snogging out side and …and

"Mmmm, I've always wanted a 6th year as a pet too. She's an adorable little thing
isn't she?" Draco said patting Ginny's cheek. -She'd fix him. She snapped and
almost bit his hand! There! Some pet!

"Oiy! …A little feisty though. Looks like you've got some training to do Potter.
Where'd you get this one, Hagrid? Oh… that’s right, she's a Weasley… Guess they're all
raised like wild animals. -I'm sure her parents did the best they could, which isn't saying
much." Ron was fighting against Hermione to leap out of his chair.

"You Shut-up Malfoy! -You say one more thing about my sister, and I'll, I'LL"
But Draco cut Ron short

"Send your MudBlood tart after me? Or maybe Harry's new shag toy?" That's it,
Harry was up in a bolt. Before he could get to him Draco was just about out the door. "Right,
better leave you to break her in then!" and with a quick meaningful glance at Ginny, a smirk
at Ron, Hermione, and Harry he sauntered away.

As Harry and the guys started ranting about what had just happened, Ginny dashed after him,
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"Right, better leave you to break her in then!" and with a quick meaningful glance at
Ginny, and a smirk at Ron, Hermione, and Harry he sauntered away. The moment he was safely inside
an abandoned classroom, Draco dropped to the floor, his back against the cold stone wall. His face
was solemn. He had just snooped his enemies, but he felt no joy. He was actually *hurting*. It
was supposed to be the opposite! Why was he the one feeling defeated? Without realizing it, Draco
had the urge to go back in and actually apologize, but he swooped down and smothered the thought.
What's happening to you Draco? He was squatting with his head in his knees when he felt her
whisper into his ear.

"Thank you." Head still in knees, Draco didn't reply. He didn't know how. He
had just called her a pet, and a bloody shag toy, and she had *thanked* him. When Ginny
repeated it again he whispered in a hoarse voice,

"What have I done worth thanks? I made fun of you Ginny. That doesn't deserve
thanks." He placed his hands over his blonde head as a strand brushed across his face. He was
crying. -Draco Malfoy was actually crying. Nothing had happened to him, and he was crying. -He was
a disgrace; definitely not worth thanking.

"Oh Dra… Malfoy. You don't see what a wonderful thing that really was, do you? You
don't know how terrific that was of you." Terrific, wonderful??? She must have the wrong
person.

"I'm crying Ginny. If doing wonderful and terrific things makes you cry and hurt
inside, it’s a wonder anyone does them at all. -I'm crying, and I never cry. Something's
not 'terrific', something's terribly wrong." He rushed in a raspy whisper.

"…And it's fantastic that you're crying." Oh she's lost her bloody
mind!

"Dear lord Ginny, kissing me didn't mess you up this much did it?" She laughed.
Jolted, Draco sat straight up. Had he really made her laugh?? It was a beautiful laugh, so happy
and amused. Not like his forced laughs. It was natural. He had made her truly laugh. Looking at
her, knowing his face was covered in tears, he saw her smile for him. That smile, that smile right
then had belonged to him. She had given it to him, not Potter. He looked at her face realizing how
gorgeous she really was. Not super-model pretty, but natural gorgeous.

"Well are you going to explain or am I going to have bring you to the medical wing. -Though
I doubt they have anything to cure the remnants of snogging with such a charming young man as
myself." She smiled again, Malfoy:2 , Potter: 0 Yes!

"What you said in there is wonderful because now they all think you really hate me. And
you're crying is fantastic because it showed you have a heart and taught me that you don’t
really like to make fun of others. …That you are capable of compassion." She reached out and
brushed a stray hair away from my face.

"Why is what I did terrific?" he said, kissing her hand.

"Because now they'll never suspect us." Draco raised his eyebrow. Was Ginny
Weasley coming on to him?

"What do you mean by that my dear?" he said, leaning close to her face, twirling her
hair.

"You didn't really think I was actually going to settle for Harry after kissing you,
did you?" she said somewhat amused and smiling softly.

"Good god, what *was* I thinking?" he said, smiling and pulling her to lay down
with him against the wall with her head against his chest.

"Why did you tease me when I was younger" she asked gingerly as she played with the
bottom of his robe. Taking her other hand in his, Draco softly answered,

"How else was I supposed to get you to notice me?" she laughed, then sighed- realizing
how true it was. She never would have talked to him if I hadn't stirred some sort of emotion in
her, even if it was anger and fear.

"Listen, we'd better get to classes. Promise to meet me here after dinner?" Ginny
nodded yes. Draco, desperately not wanting to leave, grabbed his things, then snatched her up into
his arms. Grazing her lips with his, though not really touching or actually kissing her, he moved
his way to her ear, which he nibbled at softly before growling,

"till tonight sweet Virginia, till tonight" and vanished.


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As she stood alone in the classroom Ginny began to think. Would she settle for Harry? Or was she
really settling for Draco?


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A/N: yeah, I know it wasn't much, but I've got soo much in my head, soo many ideas for
this story, that I have to keep the chapters short so I don't get carried away and use them all
at once! J hope you understand. Ok, PLEASE REVIEW!

Also, I know there's no diary entry in this one, but I'm saving it for the next chapter!
You're going to love it! And soon- GINNY GETS THE DIARY! HEHE! Ok, gtg! Please review!



3. The Last Fight
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Frozen Fire and Burning Ice

Summary: We’ve all read the stories of when Draco comes across Ginny’s diary, but what happens
when Draco’s the one with the lost diary? –Will Ginny finally see through the mask to the frozen
fire inside Draco- the fire he’s just waiting for someone to ignite? Could Ginny be that someone-
does she want to be- would he let her be? It all starts with a run in before breakfast, and
grows…Tons of questions- summary sucks, but please read and review! My first Fan Fic! Draco's
7th year, Ginny's 6th

Rating- eh…PG-13…I tend to get carried away sometimes J

E-mail: thepixiedustpoet@yahoo.com SUGGESTIONS/IDEAS FOR STORY LINE TOTALLY WELCOME!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! NADA! I love Draco- but I claim no rights to him! …Wish I owned him
and all the other wonderful characters from the wonderful Harry Potter books, but I don’t. All the
characters are completely J.K. R.’s!

Any of the lyrics will be quoted! The band or singer will be underneath, most will be from
Linkin Park, but some won’t. J Like I said, I own NOTHING!

A/N: I’m going to TRY to keep each character true to the books, but I’m starting to think I’m
going to fail miserably! So please be patient with me! I hope you enjoy!

Another A/N: OMB! YOU GUYS ROCK! THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! I’m so pumped, I’ve all these ideas,
enough for at least 5 new chapters because of you’re encouragement! Thank you sooo much! Please
keep the feed back and I’ll keep the chapters coming too! J hehe, and by the way, '
peaceoutgrlmehi', I feel the exact same way! - you'll see! J


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Frozen Fire, Burning Ice


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Chapter Three: The Last Fight

Just as Draco left the classroom, he heard shouts coming from down the corridor near the Great
Hall. Oh snipes, Crabbe, Goyle! As he sped down the corridor Draco wasn't sure what he would
find. Maybe Crabbe pinning some poor 3rd year Gryffindor to the wall as Goyle demanded him to
apologize for eating the last chocolate chip muffin? It was always something along those lines with
those two. But when Draco turned the corner, he couldn't believe it.

"Goyle, I'm warning you! You push me one more time and you'll be eating marble you
half wit hog!" Ron hollered as Goyle shoved him against the stone wall. What one earth? What
was Goyle doing? Draco made it a strict rule that no one messed with the 'Dream Team'
unless he was there, and even then things never got *physical*. At this age they were real
wizards- and wizards never *fought.* That’s what wands and duels were for. Before Draco had
time to react, he heard Harry shout:

"Crabbe, I've had enough of you to last me a life time! Get away from me or I'll
sock you one good!" Lord! They hadn't brought Potter into this too had they? What WERE
they thinking? -Not that they couldn't take the two Gryffindors, just that it wasn't
civilized to do it without a good reason. Right at that moment, Goyle turned to see Draco staring
at them.

"Oiy, Malfoy, give me a hand over here. The red head's bein' fussy t'day!"
he managed as he and Ron fumbled around along the wall.

"Hey, Malfoy, over here, I saved Potter for you. Just wait till you find out what he said,
you'll wanna beat him up right!" Crabbe said from a few feet away. Just then Ron pulled
back a fist and was just going to hit Goyle in the face when Goyle ducked, making Ron fly forward
knocking Draco square in the jaw. As jabs of pain pulsed in his jaw, Draco reached out and tackled
Ron to the floor. Just as he was beating him bloody (with more effort than he thought it would
take), Harry socked Crabbe, and they went at it as well. Over whelmed, Hermione finally came to her
senses and grabbing her wand froze everyone right where they were. With his fist a few inches from
Ron's eye, Draco bellowed through clenched teeth,

"YOU HAD BETTER UNFREEZE ME GRANGER! HELPING OUT YOU'RE PIMP ISN'T GOING TO GET YOU
ANYWHERE IN LIFE. MUST I REMIND YOU THAT HOGWARTS IS *NOT* A WHORE HOUSE!" Outraged,
Hermione flung Draco away from Ron with the flick of her wand. With a few more flicks she had
separated Harry and Crabbe as well. Damn her, damn her! Draco grabbed his jaw- finally released
from the freezing spell. Even through his pain he managed a snarl when he saw Hermione kneeling
down examining the bleeding Ron. This was what it was supposed to feel like. He was proud he had
knocked the piss out of Weasley! No more wanting to *apologize*! With a surge of Malfoy pride
from somewhere deep inside, he folded his arms and leaned casually against the wall.

"Right. Goyle, what was this all about then?" Draco asked, curious what had provoked
the fight in the first place. Even though he wanted to sit down and rub his jaw (which was
screaming at him and sending waves of pain strong enough to knock him out) he didn't. He just
watched as Potter (holding his ribs) slid down to lay on the floor. Goyle walked over (obviously
untouched) while Crabbe limped.

"Well, like Crabbe was starting to say, after you left, Potter and Weasley started talkin
all wrong about you, and then had the nerve to go on and curse the hole of Slytherin house! Now, we
weren't about ta take that kind o' talk, and when we stood up for our house, they gotz all
whiney and then that’s when Weasley started throwin' punches." Goyle explained as he
helped Crabbe lean against the wall.

"Thas Nawt tru" Ron managed, trying unsuccessfully to stand up. Hermione laid him back
down, deciding she was going to have to bring the to the medical wing.

"Control your temper Weasley, or do I have to beat you to a bloody pulp… Oh wait, I already
did that, " Draco said was a smirk. Crabbe and Goyle laughed and playfully punched him.

"Wait till Dumbledor hears about this." Potter bellowed from five feet away. Amused,
Draco walked over and kneeled in front oh him. Potter, Potter, what a fool. He thinks he's king
of Hogworts, well I'd hate to burst his bubble, oh wait, I'd love to. With a smirk Draco
drawled,

"Honestly Potter. I don't think he'll be amused to find out his precious
Gryffindors have started a fight. Let's not forget it was Weasley who threw the first
punch." Growling, Potter stood up and looked Draco in the eyes. Draco didn't understand
what any girl could see in them, a dull green with nothing special.- Not like his sharp intuitive
silver. Suddenly Harry looked behind Draco and sighed.

"It's alright Ginny. Ron will be fine. We'll just get him to the medical wing for a
check up." Draco's eyes slid shut. Nooo, noooo! Why couldn't she have just stayed in
the room! Shit! He felt Potter brush past him and he laid his forehead against the cold stone wall.
He didn't want to turn around. He didn't want to see Ginny's eyes crying. He didn't
want to have to accept that he had made her cry. He didn't want to know that he had hurt her.
Then something inside of him said, '*she's just a Weasley, suck it up!*' Taking a
deep breath, he turned around to face Ginny. She was standing there looking down at Ron with
disbelief. Harry had his arms wrapped around her, cradling her. Draco wanted to be the one to hold
her and cradle her, but he couldn't move. Ginny's eyes met his. They were breaching with
tears, cracked and broken from the pain and searing with the anger.

"Did you do this?" She questioned through clenched teeth. When he didn't answer
she took a deep breath and said with emotion,

"DID YOU DO THIS?"

"Yes." Draco swallowed hard. What was he going to say now? What was she going to say
now?

"Why? Why?" Ginny asked, taking a step toward him. Draco thought for a second, and
before he could stop himself, he snarled

"He's just a weasel, and I felt like it." WHY!?!? Why had he said that!? No! DAMN
THE MALFOY IN HIM! He watched as a tear rolled down her cheek. He wanted to brush it away, but
Harry beat him to it. God he hated Potter.

"Right. You're heartless aren't you?"… Nothing, he had frozen. Oh god. No. No
god, please! Don't let her hate me!

"Look at him Malfoy" she had spit his name like it was poison in her mouth. No god,
please!

"Look at what you've done to my brother… just because you felt like it." Draco
looked down at Ron. Suddenly it hit him. He really had busted him up. -Busted him up bad. Draco was
filled with remorse as the tears welled up inside of him. He was sorry, he was truly sorry. Just a
moment ago he had been proud to have beaten Weasley down, but now, now he wanted to *be*
Weasley. Any beating had to be better than the daggers Ginny's broken eyes were throwing at
him; each hitting him straight in his heart. He watched helpless as she backed away into
Harry's arms. She looked up at him, then back at Draco. Please no! Don't say it Ginny!
Please! …don't

"You're just like your father." That, that was worse than anything Draco had been
expecting her to say. It was worse than the daggers, worse than the pain in his jaw. There were no
words for how it affected him. He looked from Ron, to Harry, to Ginny. No. He wasn't going to
be like his father. He had spent his entire life trying to make his father proud, and now he saw no
point in it. No. No.

Hermione said a simple spell and levitated Ron down the hall towards the medical wing; leaving
Ginny, Draco, and Harry alone in the hall. Draco watched as Harry whispered into her ear and began
to lead her away. NO! He wanted to run. He wanted to stay. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream.
He wanted to beg for forgiveness, he wanted to beat the hell out of Potter. He was still battling
in his head when about 13 students in Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch uniforms. Oh bloody hell.
He had completely forgotten. The game! Gaaah!

"Where have you guys been? We've been waiting to start the game!" growled a
Slytherin.

Harry punched the wall, obviously upset at himself for forgetting it.

"I, I don't think I can play. I think I might have a bruised rib," he moaned.

"And neither can Ron, he's really hurt," Potter added, giving Draco a death glare.
The teams sighed and decided to reschedule it for another time- after everyone had healed. They
said they'd tell the professors that Harry and Ron had been playing on the stairs when the
stair began to move, causing them to fall off and land on another set right below. -It was better
than getting both houses in trouble for the battle. Draco nodded, but couldn't speak. He was
watching Ginny. He was going to have to do something to get her back. He was going to have to win
her heart, or else his life wouldn't be worth living. He just knew it. …he had to have her.


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Later in his private quarters (for being a school prefect), Draco hurriedly scribbled into his
journal:

" Memories consume

*Like opening the wound*

*I’m picking me apart again*

*You all assume*

*I’m safe here in my room*

*(unless I try to start again)*

***Chorus:** "I don’t want to be the one*

*The battles always choose*

*‘Cause inside I realize*

*That I’m the one confused*

*I don’t what’s worth fighting for*

*Or why I have to scream*

*I don’t know why I instigate*

*And say what I don’t mean*

*I don’t how I got this way*

*I know it’s not alright*

*So I’m*

*Breaking the habit*

*Tonight"*

*Clutching my cure*

*I tightly lock the door*

*I try to catch my breath again*

*I hurt much more*

*Than anytime before*

*I had no options left again*

*Chorus*

*I’ll paint it on the walls*

*‘Cause I’m the one at fault*

*I’ll never fight again*

*And this is how it ends*

*Chorus*

*I don’t know what’s worth fighting for*

*Or why I have to scream*

*But now I have some clarity*

*To show you what I mean*

*I don’t know how I got this way*

*I’ll never be alright*

*So I’m*

*Breaking the habit*

*Breaking the habit*

*Tonight (Linkin Park)"*

Yes, he was going to change. If that’s what it was going to take to get Ginny back, he would
change. He would change everything in his life, his goals, his thoughts, even his heart. He would
change anything and everything for her. He had to have her…

...And he was going to do anything to get her.

Then it hit him. Adding a few more songs to his journal, and a few captions here and there, he
grabbed it and ran to the Great Hall for dinner.


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A/N: hehehe, told you I had ideas! Ok, hope you liked this one. Review, tell me what you
thought. If I get a good turn out, I'll post practically everyday! J ok, if you have any ideas
to help me out, e-mail me! The address is at the top of the chapter!

Another A/N: OK, listen people. I just wanna say something. This isn't like they just met or
anything. They've hated each other for years, sure, but they've also been attracted to one
another. I'm a hopeless romantic, so I really wanted to get the story going fast, and
didn't wanna draw it out with realistic crap. That isn't my style. Plus, they drive flying
cars and are wizards, HOW REALISTIC CAN I MAKE IT?? lol, like I said, I'm a hopeless romantic,
and I love the, I hate you, love you thing! So if you don't like it, oh well.

I've got a great twist in the story for one of the next few chapters. Just wait! J
REVIEW!

Also, if you like this story, you'll like the ones me and one of best buds wrote!
They're under her pen name right now, but soon there will be a joint account for us, where you
can come read more great stuff! Her pen name is: Koley Kat, check them out, review, and e-mail me
and tell me if you like them. They tend to be funny too. The ones that I worked with her on are:
'When You're Gone' and 'Ron has to Pee'. J hope you like them!



4. Read
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~* Frozen Fire and Burning Ice *~

Summary: We’ve all read the stories of when Draco comes across Ginny’s diary, but what happens
when Draco’s the one with the lost diary? Will Ginny finally see through the mask of ice to the
frozen fire inside Draco? The fire he’s just waiting for someone to ignite. Could Ginny be that
someone to open his eyes and find the key to his heart, does she want to be- would he let her be?
It all starts with a run in before breakfast, and grows…

Tons of questions, but please read and review!

Rating - eh…PG-13…I tend to get carried away sometimes

E-mail: thepixiedustpoet@yahoo.com SUGGESTIONS/IDEAS FOR STORY LINE TOTALLY WELCOME!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! I love Draco- but I claim no rights to him! …Wish I owned him and all
the other wonderful characters from the wonderful Harry Potter books, but I don’t. All the
characters are completely J.K. R.’s! Any of the lyrics will be quoted! The band or singer will be
underneath, most will be from Linkin Park, but some won’t. Like I said, I own NOTHING!

A/N: Ok. Due to some reviews and suggestions, I have something to say. This is my first fan fic,
and yes, I really did get carried away too fast. I'd like to apologize. I'm sorry if
it's unbelievable, but I have a promise for all of my readers. I am going to slow it all down
and 'let things happen naturally'. I thank everyone for telling me the truth about my fic,
and I hope that with you're reviews, it will get better. Its only my first fic, and I got
really excited and nervous of what people would think, and I admit, I really did get a little
*too* carried away. The rest of this fic, and any other ones I write, will have better pacing
- I promise. Also, I promise I have read the books, -the thing is: I read them all like a year ago,
so I'm very sorry about the 'Crab' mix-up, and for getting Harry's eye color wrong.
Thanks for pointing it out and they have been fixed. Keep reviewing, because I need to do a lot of
work to make this a great fic!

Special dedication: To Katie McDonell and my wonderful Chris! -What would I do without you
Chris???


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Frozen Fire, Burning Ice

Chapter Four: Read

Rethinking his plan, Draco sauntered into the Great Hall and took a seat at his table. Draco
wouldn't look up, he couldn't. Who knew what he would do if he looked up and saw Ginny with
Potter! Not wanting to take any chances, Draco kept his eyes down and his back to the Gryffindors.
Sitting at the table with perfect posture, no emotion, and not moving, Draco was unapproachable.
Not one Slytherin attempted to talk to him. Scantly registering the conversations around him, Draco
barely caught Pansy say, (take note what I have done with the dialog. I put one enter between every
set of words said, just keep reading and you will see what I mean. I also put two enters to
seperate the narration (stuff above this comment) and the dialog session


"Ha! There's your proof right there! Told you Harry had it bad! Look at him!"

"How dumb is Ginny? She keeps scooting away from him!"

"She's so lucky- cursed with that atrocious orange hair and yet she still lands
Potter!" Atrocious orange hair??? Draco must not have heard her correctly, but what were they
saying about Potter?

"Oh Pansy, you missed it! He tried to put his arm around her again! That poor baby, maybe
we should bring him over here and show him some real '*affection*'!" Oh God. This
was it. Time to go to work. Holding his breath, Draco ventured to slump down into his chair and in
a depressed murmur said,

"You girls only want what you can't have. Maybe if I went after young Granger you'd
want me." Already the girls were reacting. His plan was started. They were gasping and placing
protective arms around him.

"You wouldn't" Pansy gasped.

"Not when you've got us!" HA, Pansy's really getting upset. Shouldn't be
fawning over Potter like that.

"Oh Malfoy! Don't go falling for *her*!" Like I would ever. Draco almost
wanted to stop right there and explain his plan to the whining Pansy and her throng of girls, but
he didn't.

"Just look at her! We're much better!" Pansy said, pawing Draco's arm.

Draco let out an audible sigh and raised from the table.

"No, no, you all want Potter," and started toward Gryffindor table. Immediately the
throng of girls followed him.

"Don't Malfoy! Please!"

"Come back!" they called after him. They were soo easy to manipulate. -It was almost
disgusting. By the time he reached Gryffindor table, the girls were practically clawing at him,
begging him to go sit back down. Oh lord. Here we go. Please let this work.

"Hermione, charmed as usual," he said kneeling, taking Hermione's hand in his and
kissing it gently. The Slytherin girls hissed and begged him not to. He turned to Hermione to see
that she had gone blood red. Ha, Draco always knew she had harbored *something* for him. Well,
something besides raw hatred anyway.

Ok, step two…

"Listen, I've been *dying* to get you, alone," Draco said in his most
seductive voice. He almost smiled when he saw Hermione tremble. By this time, Ron has realized what
was going on; but with a simple wave of his wand Draco froze Ron where he was. With a disgusted
face, Draco turned away from Ron as pumpkin juice began dribbling down his jaw. He turned to
Hermione. Taking her hands in his, Draco leaned in and whispered into her ear loud enough for
everyone to hear:

"I've been wanting, no, I've been *needing* to ask you something…"
Glancing quickly over at Ginny, he noted that she was just as red, if not more so, than Hermione.
Good. This might just work… The Slytherin girls hissed and pawed at him. Looking into
Hermione's eyes, he continued to build suspense.

"I need to ask you if, if…" Then Hermione couldn't take it anymore.

"What Malfoy? What do you need to ask me?" she said, a little too excited. Smirking
devilishly, and summoning all of his strength, Draco replied,

"If you preferred to be called Finger-Me-Hermione, or the regular MudBlood?" Suddenly
Hermione froze. The entire Gryffindor table froze. The Slytherin girls a few feet away burst into
howls of laughter, keeling over and supporting one another as Draco smirked and stood.

All of Slytherin table burst out laughing then, with 'Finger-Me-Hermione' being shouted
randomly. Finally Hermione broke down and ran from the Great Hall sobbing. Ron, still frozen, was
too furious to breathe- but Ginny wasn't. Leaping from her chair, knocking it over, she darted
over to Draco and slapped him hard across the face.

"How Dare You!" she bellowed for the whole hall to hear. Yes, keep it coming Ginny.
Let me have it! Spend all your anger now- don't hold it in! Use it all up so that later when
you read you'll understand. Come on, hit me again! Draco's heart was pounding, but he only
smirked coolly. Hit me!

"First you attack my brother and now you insult his girlfriend and my best friend?!?!? STOP
SMIRKING!" She was all in his face now. Yes! Come on!

"You arrogant, self-centered, spoiled twat!" She said driving a finger into his
shoulder. She was so attractive when she was furious- red hair flying, brown eyes gleaming, frail
body fighting, it was almost arousing.

"You heartless, frozen bastard!" she said shoving him back two steps with each word.
His eyes glittered. Yes, keep it coming! Please, get it out so you can love me again!

"You ::shove:: rotten ::shove:: no good ::shove:: Slytherin ::shove:: ass!" She had
shoved him against the exit doors. Come on Gin, one good hit! That's all it'll take and
then all that anger will be out of your system! Please! I need you! Come back to me! Hit me!

"Ooo la la, Easy-Weasley's got her panties in a bunch. Tisk tisk." Draco
hadn't wanted to say anything of the kind, but he had to egg her on. -The Slytherin girls were
cracking up, and he watched as Ginny turned on her heel to face them.

"Oh stick a dick in it you Slytherin sluts!" Gin! Draco wanted to laugh sooo hard- the
stunned looks on the girls' faces were priceless! He hadn't known Ginny had such words in
her! -But he needed Ginny mad at him, not at them.

"Potter! Control your pet weasel before I have to use a tranquilizer on her!" Ginny
whipped around and stormed up to Draco. She was so close Draco could *feel* the heat radiating
from her heaving body.

"I AM **NOT** POTTER'S WEASEL! I AM **NOT** HIS PET! I AM **NOT** HIS SHAG
TOY! **I AM NOT HARRY'S!**" She bellowed, punching Draco in the stomach, causing him to
fly through the doors and out of the Great Hall! She shoved him up against the corridor wall as she
yelled:

"SO SHUT YOUR MOUTH MALFOY BEFORE **I** USE AN UNFORGIVABLE ON **YOU**!"

She was inches from his face. There! You did it Gin! It's gone! He knew she had spent the
last of her anger because he could now hear her breathing slow and could now see tears welling up
in her eyes. Oh how Draco wanted to hold her like she had held him when he had cried. Without
warning Ginny started softly beating his chest with her small fists, tears streaking down her face.
She ended up falling into his arms, face resting against his strong shoulders, sobbing.

"Why do you hate me?" she managed through jagged breaths and tears.

"I don't. You hate me; Remember?" he whispered, cradling her gently. Suddenly
alarmed, Ginny took a step back. Yes, you hate me for beating up Ron… Quickly, (as he heard
footfalls running inside the Great Hall heading towards the doors), he said:

"Gin, please. Just read this, ok? And don't show it to anyone else. Please Gin,
please," and shoving his journal into her arms he took off around the corner and out of sight.
As soon as he barely rounded the next corner, he slightly heard Harry yell,

"I'm gonna kill him!"

Potter. Damn him! Draco didn't need to picture Potter comforting and holding Ginny in his
arms. Oh god that had been horrible. Please let her read and understand! Please let her care for me
again! He had began to get the sneaking feeling that he wasn't going to be able to live without
her. And with that he returned to his frozen wasteland to wait for Ginny's reaction. To wait
iced and utterly alone.


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"Gin, please. Just read this, ok? And don't show it to anyone else. Please Gin,
please," and shoving his journal into her arms he took off around the corner and out of
sight.

A second later Harry burst through the doors with Ron tailing him. (The reason Harry had taken
so long to come must have been because he was unfreezing Ron.)

What had just happened?

All she could remember was hating him -no- loathing him and yelling, then attacking him, then
something she couldn't describe. When she had him pinned to the wall they were so close that
when Ginny looked into his eyes she didn't see the hate and the horrible ice she had expected,
but in its place desperation, want, and maybe even a little need. That's when she remembered
falling into his arms crying uncontrollably and asking him why he hated her. His answer had
startled her.

"I don't hate you. -You hate me, Remember?" It had hit her then. She didn't
hate him. She had been disappointed, mislead, and hurt by him, but she didn't hate him. Now she
stood holding something in her arms as Harry and Ron asked her what had happened and if she was ok.
She wasn't answering.

Finally, overwhelmed and with adrenaline pumping, Harry pounded the stone wall and screamed,

"I'm gonna kill him!"

That’s when Ginny slowly started to walk; her arms squeezing whatever was in them closely to her
chest. -The only thing she planned on doing was reading,

"Where in bloody hell are you going?" she heard Harry holler.

"Oh me? I'm going to check on Hermione!" she had Ron reply.

"no, not you! Ginny! Gin! Oh great! Now she's gone! HAS THE *ENTIRE* SCHOOL GONE
MAD???" …but Ginny wasn't listening.

Read….yes…must read… that’s all Ginny could do. She couldn't think, she couldn't speak
or feel; all she could do was find a secluded place where she wouldn't be interrupted so that
she could read. It was as if she was in a trance. As if her life depended on reading this thing;
whatever it was that she was clutching so close to her heart.

…All she knew was it had come from Draco Malfoy and that was enough to make it her top priority,
though she didn't know *why.*



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As soon as Ginny plopped down against something stiff, she came to her senses and looked around
her to see where her feet had led her. She was relaxed to see the gentle waters, glowing green
grass, and brilliant blue sky. mmm, the lake. Looing down into her lap she saw it. Draco’s journal.
Flipping it over in her hands, Ginny examined it. Ominous deep green painted leather with
"Draco L. Malfoy" engraved in silver on the cover. The edges of the paper inside were
painted silver as well, giving the journal a very noble air, Ha! More like a very *slytherin*
air. Ginny sighed and opened to the first page to find a note folded there. Hmm….

"Virginia,

You’re the only person to ever see this. Open your heart and try to understand.

-DM"

And then Ginny began to read. She read for three hours straight when she had to take a short
break, a break to cry and sob for Draco. Oh god, how awful! She had read stories of Lucius beating
Draco till he cried out for mercy then even harder just for the hell of it. She read of times when
his father had attacked him and punished him for things he hadn’t even done. She read of being
called a disgrace and a failure or no reason at all, or for the simplest of mistakes. She read of
countless and random abuse, insult, and punishment. She read stories behind physical scars Draco
had and stories of how he planned to never be like his father. She had expected a daily account of
who he hated and teased; but instead found Draco’s soul written on each and every page. Whether it
be through lyrics, stories, quotes, or his own words, Draco was bearing it all. Weeping, Ginny
turned back to the journal and read till dusk; to find that things only got worse. As Draco grew
older Lucius grew more violent and demanding and it wasn’t just anything he demanded. Lucius Malfoy
demanded perfection. Stabs of sorrow wrecked Ginny’s body as she read of how he had been admiring
her from afar. She read of how even though she was a Weasley, Draco found himself devising ways
into her life and more importantly her heart. She suddenly understood why Draco was so cold and
frozen. He wrote everything he felt here in his journal and left it there. It was too dangerous for
him to carry his emotions around with him. Ginny could only imagine what that must have been like.
Then she came to the latest entry and braced herself.

"It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb. It's so much easier
to go, Than face all this pain here all alone. Something has been taken, from deep inside of me. A
secret I've kept locked away, no one can ever see. Wounds so deep they never show, they never
go away. Like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played.

If I could change I would.

Take back the pain I would.

Retrace every wrong move that I made I would.

If I could.

Stand up and take the blame I would.

If I could take all the shame to the grave

Like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played.

If I could change I would.

Take back the pain I would.

Retrace every wrong move that I made I would.

If I could.

Stand up and take the blame I would.

If I could take all the shame to the grave I would.

Sometimes I remember, the darkness of my past. Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't
have. Sometimes I think of letting go, and never looking back. And never moving forward, so there
would be no past. Just washing it aside, all of the helplessness aside. Pretending I don't feel
misplaced, is so much simpler than change.

It's so much easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb.

It's so much easier to go, than face all this pain here all alone. (Linkin Park)"

There must not be a god; because I can’t believe a higher power purposely punished me to be the
son of Lucius Malfoy… to live this hollow existence. To be forced to *be* hollow. What kind of
sick god would do that? Getting a good laugh at my expense? You’re no god of mine, that’s for sure.
I’m so numb after all these years that I barely feel it when father tortures me. What’s the point
of feeling if you can only feel pain, misery, loneliness, and longing?

Later: I was so wrong. There has to be a god, for I have met his angel. With flowing red satin
hair, jovient brown eyes and a milky complexion she’s bound to be heaven sent. Seeing her on the
floor I couldn’t resist the urge to kneel down and look at her face. And lord! When we finally
kissed it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. The whole time I had to with hold the urge to look
for wings. Where must she hide them? I was feeling so blessed to have her… when she called for
Potter. Being my cold, bitter self I overreacted and I don’t care to describe how. While I sat at
the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, I watched her with Potter, and it was killing me. She was
*my* angel, not his. Blood boiling, I made a horrible mistake and insulted her once more. A
moment later I was actually filled with remorse and *crying* when she came to me. –And god,
this is how I know you must exist. She thanked me, your angel thanked me. She looked into my eyes
and by some divine intervention she knew what I was feeling. No one has ever known how I’ve felt!
But then of course, I had to screw it up again." Then there was an explanation of how the
fight had really happened, and then Ginny read, "I’ve hurt her. I’ve hurt my angel. Now I
see…. I’m not worthy of her, but by my word, I will be. I will be…

:

" Memories consume

*Like opening the wound*

*I’m picking me apart again*

*You all assume*

*I’m safe here in my room*

*(unless I try to start again)*

***Chorus:** "I don’t want to be the one*

*The battles always choose*

*‘Cause inside I realize*

*That I’m the one confused*

*I don’t what’s worth fighting for*

*Or why I have to scream*

*I don’t know why I instigate*

*And say what I don’t mean*

*I don’t how I got this way*

*I know it’s not alright*

*So I’m*

*Breaking the habit*

*Tonight"*

*Clutching my cure*

*I tightly lock the door*

*I try to catch my breath again*

*I hurt much more*

*Than anytime before*

*I had no options left again*

**Chorus**

*I’ll paint it on the walls*

*‘Cause I’m the one at fault*

*I’ll never fight again*

*And this is how it ends*

**Chorus**

*I don’t know what’s worth fighting for*

*Or why I have to scream*

*But now I have some clarity*

*To show you what I mean*

*I don’t know how I got this way*

*I’ll never be alright*

*So I’m*

*Breaking the habit*

*Breaking the habit*

*Tonight (Linkin Park)"*

*I’ll change everything in my life to be with her. –I’ve got nothing to loose anyway. I’ll do
anything. Hell, I’ll even put up with Potter and Weasley (by that I mean Ron).*

*I’ll do anything,*

*Anything…"*

Blinking dumb struck, Ginny noticed a note written to her on the next page. She read it
slowly.

"Virginia,

Let me try to explain. I caused a scene in the Great Hall to make you use up all of your anger.
I’m sorry for anything I may have said or done, but it was all for you. …Everything lately has been
about you. Crazy to think that we’ve only really known each other for one day and all of this has
happened. But to tell you the truth (though you’ve probably already read it) you’ve been on my mind
for a while now. Please don’t just dismiss me from your life. There’s something going on between us
and I don’t know why or what it is exactly, but I’m not sure I’m against it. Please, give me a
chance. Please, take all the time you need and give this back whenever you feel like it.

- Draco Malfoy"

Closing the journal slowly, Ginny took a deep breath. Heading back to her dorm through the dark,
and finally laying in her bed, curtains drawn, Ginny sighed. Before anything had time to really
register with her, Ginny fell fast asleep; clutching Draco Malfoy’s journal tight to her, as if she
needed it to be there. She was only barely aware of a certain invisible person sitting quietly at
the end of her bed.


A/N: Okay, I know that last journal entry was sooo out of character for Draco, but I promise
there is a reason! Just wait! Ok, next chapter coming very soon!

REVIEW PLEASE! I LOVE REVIEWS, AND IF NO ONE REVIEWS I’LL GET DEPRESSED AND NOT WANT TO POST
AGAIN FOR AWHILE! SO PLEASE REVIEW!



5. I Won't Be Ignored!
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~* Frozen Fire and Burning Ice *~

Summary: We’ve all read the stories of when Draco comes across Ginny’s diary, but what happens
when Draco’s the one with the lost diary? Will Ginny finally see through the mask of ice to the
frozen fire inside Draco? The fire he’s just waiting for someone to ignite. Could Ginny be that
someone to open his eyes and find the key to his heart, does she want to be- would he let her be?
It all starts with a run in before breakfast, and grows…

Tons of questions, but please read and review!

Rating - eh…PG-13…use of language…I tend to get carried away sometimes

E-mail: thepixiedustpoet@yahoo.com
SUGGESTIONS/IDEAS FOR STORY LINE TOTALLY WELCOME!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! I love Draco- but I claim no rights to him! …Wish I owned him and all
the other wonderful characters from the wonderful Harry Potter books, but I don’t. All the
characters are completely J.K. R.’s! Any of the lyrics will be quoted! The band or singer will be
underneath, most will be from Linkin Park, but some won’t. Like I said, I own NOTHING!

A/N: Ok. Due to some reviews and suggestions, I have something to say. This is my first fan fic,
and yes, I really did get carried away too fast. I'd like to apologize. I'm sorry if
it's unbelievable, but I have a promise for all of my readers. I am going to slow it all down
and 'let things happen naturally'. I thank everyone for telling me the truth about my fic,
and I hope that with you're reviews, it will get better. Its only my first fic, and I got
really excited and nervous of what people would think, and I admit, I really did get a little
*too* carried away. The rest of this fic, and any other ones I write, will have better pacing
- I promise. Also, I promise I have read the books, -the thing is: I read them all like a year ago,
so I'm very sorry about the 'Crab' mix-up, and for getting Harry's eye color wrong.
Thanks for pointing it out and they have been fixed. Keep reviewing, because I need to do a lot of
work to make this a great fic!

Dedication: Chris, I adore you. My writing wouldn't make any sense without your strong
guidance. To Stacey, my babe, whom I got hooked on fan fics,

AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT REVIEWED! Here's the long awaited Chapter Five

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Frozen Fire & Burning Ice

IMPORTANT: towards the end of this chapter there will be a mixture of song and writing. The song
is in paranthesis, and hopefully the italics works!

Chapter Five: I Won't Be Ignored

Watching her sleep was comforting, but the book she held was not. Even worse was the name
engraved on the cover, a certain, 'Draco L. Malfoy". What was she doing with a book with
'his' name on it? Hadn't he caused enough trouble today? Sighing, Harry laid down next
to Ginny and placed an arm around her. He shouldn't be here, but he had to see her. He had
meant to take off his cloak when Ginny first entered, but she seemed so dazed and tired that he
figured talking would get him no where. Brushing Ginny's hair out of her eyes, Harry didn't
know what to think. She was wonderful and beautiful, but she was young and sister like. (Good job
your making an inner conflict for Harry! Great!) Up until now Harry had figured he would have all
the time in the world to discover his true feelings for Ginny, but with all of this Draco mess
flying about, he suddenly had the awful twinge that he might loose her

.

Eyeing the book curiously, he caught himself from reaching out for it. He was a Gryffindor, and
it was below him to read someone's personal journal but certainly Draco Malfoy was another case
entirely. Reaching out for it, he only caught himself when Ginny stirred slightly. No, Harry. He
would just have to ask Ginny about it in the morning. Rising slowly from the bed, Harry left to
return to his dorms, his bed, and a restless dreamless night.


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Ginny awoke with a start. Yes, she was quite sure someone had been sitting at the end of her bed
when she had fallen asleep. She even faintly remembered being wrapped in their arms for a brief
period. Looking around, trying to sense if they were still there, Ginny noticed something she still
had placed in her arms.

The journal.....

The memories came flooding back to at her. All of the beatings, his pain, his sorrow, and his
love of her suddenly made sense. Suddenly Ginny had a pounding headache, and a very bad urge for
some waffles. Comfort food always helped clear her mind. Who needs aspirin or potions when
there's eggs and bacon? Taking a quick shower and dressing comfortably, Ginny slumped down to
the Great Hall. When she entered, she found Harry brooding over a bowl of hot cereal. Harry! Who
else had an invisibility cloak? Sitting softly down beside him, Ginny tapped Harry lightly on
shoulder. Startled, his head popped up. Relaxing when he saw Ginny, he said in a soothing
voice,

"Morning Gin Bug." Gin Bug, she was always little Gin Bug; never Ginny, or even
Virginia.

"Morning Harry. Enjoy sitting at the end of young girls' beds in an invisibility cloak
till the wee hours of the morning?" Ginny asked as she buttered her waffle. She didn't
want to beat around the bush; it simply wasn't her style.

"Gin Bug, why whatever do you mean?" Harry asked slyly, a slight grin pulling at the
corners of his mouth.

"Don't you toy around with me Harry Potter. You were sitting on my bed when I went to
sleep last night, and there's no denying it. You're the only one in this school with an
invisibility cloak and you very well know it." Ginny announced in a school morn manor. Then
suddenly in a very secretive whisper, she added:

"Now the real question is, why?"

"First of all, you didn't fall asleep last night, you fell asleep this morning. Five
hours ago exactly. Where on earth had you been?" he chastised just as she had done. Then,
matching her secretive tone, leaned in to whisper:

"And secondly, I was waiting for you. We need to talk Gin Bug. I was planning on talking to
you last night, but when you came in you looked so tired, I couldn't say a word. (Harry then
brushed a hair out of Ginny's eyes) And then of course I noted you were hugging that blasted
book. I believe the new question is, What is Ginny Weasley doing with a book with 'Draco L.
Malfoy' engraved on the cover?" Harry's hardening green eyes questioned Ginny's
quivering brown eyes.

What was she going to say?


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It was earlier than usual for Draco to wake up, but its not as if he was sleeping anyway. The
anxiety was killing him. Not wanting to be there when Ginny arrived for breakfast, Draco decided to
eat early and head to the lake to sort out his nerves before he lost all hope at ever being sane
again. After a brief shower and changing into his usual Sunday attire, Draco entered the Great Hall
only to face what he had intended to avoid Ginny.

She was with Potter none the less. They were whispering and smiling at one another. Looking
away, Draco didn't know how to react. He would simply have to grab something and head to the
lake early. Darting his way around the Hufflepuff table so as to avoid being seen by Ginny, Draco
snatched up a bagel and some butter. As he was placing them into his robes, he heard Ginny suddenly
say in a demanding voice,

"It's none of your business Harry Potter." Raising an interested eyebrow, Draco
stopped what he was doing and inched closer to the Gryffindor table.

"It damn well is my business. When my best friend's little sister comes in at two in
the morning with something of Draco Malfoy's, I say it's my business to find out what's
going on. Especially since you're basically my little sister too!" Harry said, getting a
little angry. Ginny reeled.

"Basically your little sister? Just because you spend time with my brother and my family,
and you spend most of the summer in my house, does NOT mean you know ME." Ginny hollered.
Though there weren't many people in the hall yet, those who were there were watching with
entertainment. Breakfast and a show…

"Gin Bug! You mean to tell me you don't care for me?" Harry said with such a mix
of fear and anger it was hard to tell which was greater.

"No. I do care for you; but you're acting just like Ron, and I can't stand it!
Every man in my life has felt the need to protect me and tell me what's good for me! Well
I'm sick of it! I'm old enough to hold my own! If I want to come in super late with Draco
Malfoy's journal, I WILL! AND NEITHER YOU NOR RON OR ANYONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER WILL STOP
ME!" Ginny had tried to control her anger, but was failing miserably. Draco sat down, planning
on listening to the rest of the fight.

"Gin Bug. We only want what's best for you. When you came in late I got worried, and
what with everything happening with Draco, you can only understand how it felt to see you hugging
his journal. I was only worried about you. " Harry was amazing calm and gentle as he stroked
Ginny's hand and looked into her eyes.

"Gin Bug, " Harry whispered lightly, adding,

"…I would die if anything happened to you."

Draco turned to look at Ginny. Everyone knew Ginny had the largest crush on Potter, but now it
looked like Potter liked her back. Watching as her eyes filled with tears, he had to strain his
ears to hear Ginny whisper,

"What are you trying to say Harry?"

"That even though I don't know everything about you, I know enough to realize
you're the best thing that ever happened to me…" taking Ginny's hand in his, Harry
added softly, looking her in the eyes,

"Gin Bug, I think I'm falling for you."

And then it happened. Pulling Ginny's face up to his, Harry kissed her. It took every drop
of Draco's self-restraint to keep from socking Potter right there. He could feel his blood
begin to boil under his skin. Perfect timing Potter! PERFECT FUCKING TIMING! Steaming, Draco
watched as the kiss ended and Ginny opened her mouth to speak,

"A lot of guys are feeling that way lately…" And with a weak smile she slowly got up
and slipped out of the hall. Immediately on his feet, Draco followed.

He didn't know what he was going to do, but he couldn't just let Ginny get away. He had
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Watching the door close with a soft 'click' Ginny slumped down into one of the many
abandoned desks. Sighing, Ginny buried her head in her arms. The soft 'click' of the door
opening and closing never even registered with her until she heard him speak.

"Virginia?" came his velvety, silky smooth voice. Without looking Ginny knew he was
sitting in a desk a few rows over. He had distanced himself from her. He must have seen…"I
guess you saw what just happened." She said, lifting her face to his, he looked so different.
He was dressed the same, but his hair was loose and falling into his face, and his tie was hanging
from his neck. He seemed so much more like a human then than any other time Ginny could
remember.

"Yes." he said, looking down soberly at the desk. When he didn't say anything
else, Ginny continued,

"Quite a soap opera we've got going here…" he only slumped further down into his
chair. For some reason, Ginny didn't see him as a Malfoy, but as a hurt little boy.

"He really likes you. … you like him… and I just thought that you should know one
thing." Ginny watched as he sat up straight and took a deep breath, as if what he was going to
do was taking every bit of strength he had.

"Just know that while I care you too (here Draco locked eyes with Ginny as if to stress the
importance of those words), I'll respect whatever decision you make. Whether you choose me or
Potter, I'll understand. You have to do what's best for you Virginia. No matter what
happens, I'll stand by your decision." Ginny couldn't believe it. She had expected him
to tell her that Potter was a horrible twat and he was the only guy for her, but he hadn't.

He was being truly sincere; and suddenly without rethinking what she was doing, she over to him
and pulled Draco into a hug. When she finally did come to her senses, she didn't pull away. She
realized she felt at home in his arms.

When the familiar blasts of cool chills started to spread through her body, Ginny smiled and
rested her head on Draco's shoulder. His embrace was refreshing and calming. Charming
really.

His style was charming.

His hair was charming.

His voice was charming.

His eyes were charming.

His lips were charming.

His smile was charming.

His hands were charming.

His skin was charming.

His body was charming…

Charming wasn’t even the word I could use to describe him, Draco was perfect…

The way he felt for her not as friend, but as more…

more….

much, much, more…


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Holding her to him, casually running his hand along her back, Draco couldn't think of a
better feeling in the world. She laid her head down on his shoulder as her burning wafts of warmth
drifted back into his frozen body. The shards of ice that clung to his heart began to melting and
fall away. As he held her, Draco felt her mind begin to wander, and he wasn't sure how long
they had been hugging, but after what seemed like only moments she pulled away. Understanding, he
gently whispered,

"You've got a lot to think about. Take your time and make sure you're doing
what's best for you." standing and lifting her face to look up at him, he finished.

"I believe in you Virginia. I believe you'll make the best decision." And then
after brushing her cheek with the back of his palm, Draco left.

Hopefully, *he* had made the right decision just then. Sure, he knew he could have told her
that Potter was useless and that he was the only one for her, but that wouldn't have been the
right thing to do. He had to let her make the decision on her own. But since when had Malfoy's
done 'the right thing'? He didn't know what he was doing. Maybe he was already
changing…

… Just hurry Ginny. Draco started heading outside towards the lake. …Hurry Ginny.

… he wasn't sure he could last much longer.


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She hadn't wanted him to go, but she knew that he needed to. She had to make her decision,
and while Draco had given her all the time she needed, she knew Harry would be impatient and expect
feedback from the kiss very soon. She didn't like the feeling of being rushed into the
decision, and started off thinking things over in a very foul mood.

She was alone here, and it was a good place to think. No one knew where this place was expect
Draco, and she knew he wasn't going to be coming to find her anytime soon. There was nothing to
distract her thoughts and no one to interrupt her. This was the perfect place to make her decision,
and she planned on staying here until she had chosen. But who knew how long that could take?

First things first. Ginny decided to list the pros of dating each boy. She walked up to the
front desk, and found parchment, quill and ink. Right, pros of Draco: ….pros of dating Draco… oh
there were so many! His kisses, his touch, his smile, getting to know the real him, those soothing
frozen breezes he sent into her, his eyes, …the list would go on forever. She had to concentrate.
Ok, I'll try listing the pros of dating Harry: …oh Merlin, they were both so wonderful that
listing the pros of dating each wasn't going to get her anywhere. Crumbling the piece of paper,
Ginny got out a fresh one and wrote:

"Cons of dating each:

Harry:

He gets hurt in quidditch

He ends up treating me like a little sister

Ron kills him

Cho Chang suddenly likes him and he dumps me.

We never get to know each other beyond school and pleasantries.

We break up and he doesn’t feel comfortable around me, and I'm shunned away from the Dream
Team, and summers with him become a living hell.

He graduates before me, leaving me all alone for a full year.

I choose him, and end up liking Draco more.

Draco:

He gets hurt in quidditch.

Ron kills him.

My parents find out, and try to make me break up with him.

All of my brothers try to kill him.

The school teases us.

All the Slytherin girls torture me.

I'm shunned by my fellow Gryffindors.

He's shunned by his fellow Slytherins.

He ends up not being the man I thought he was.

His parents find out.

They try to kill him.

…they try to kill me"

That was it. Right there. She had no choice. It was just too dangerous to date Draco Malfoy. His
father finding out would surely mean death plots for either him, or her. - maybe both. His father
would die if he knew Draco was 'disgracing' the Malfoy name by dating a Weasley. But then
When Ginny took out a new sheet of parchment to write a letter to Draco, she suddenly got a
piercing pain in her heart.

I love him more than I love Harry. What am I doing? I can't be afraid to take a chance! it
wasn’t just any chance though. This was her life, his life at risk. She had to do it

'But you love him!' came a voice from her heart. Ginny knew she did, knew she wanted
him, but couldn't have him. Harry was fabulous too. It's not as if she was settling;
although that’s exactly what it felt like. When it came down to it, dating Draco was just too
dangerous. Plus, maybe no she could get to know Harry better, and Draco had said he would
understand her decision….

But as Ginny sat and wrote to Draco, something deep inside of her knew he wouldn't
understand.

…something knew this was a mistake.


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Draco had missed lunch, but he wasn't hungry. It was as if the anxiousness and worry had
replaced his hunger. He had his ebony black cloak draped around him as he laid a few feet from the
water's edge. Occasionally he would skip a rock across the water's glassy surface, but soon
lost interest as the time passed. Right now he was laying propped up on his elbows, one leg
stretched out and one knee bent looking into the sky. Nothing was comforting him. He couldn't
organize a single thought and he was beginning to become impatient. This was pure sick torture, the
wait was killing him. He had been at the lake for hours now, but apparently Gin was still thinking
things over. He was just considering going to find her (just to see how things were coming along)
when an owl plopped down beside him. It looked utterly exhausted and Draco could see why. The poor
owl had his journal lashed to its stomach. Temporally disappointed with Gin for putting the bird
through torture instead of giving the journal to him in person, Draco un-strapped the journal and
watched the delighted owl fly away to some well deserved rest. On top of the journal was a letter
that he opened excitedly. It read:

"Dear Draco,

I want to apologize for taking so long to make up my mind; I know it must have been hard for you
to wait. I had to think long and hard about things, and these are the conclusions I've
reached:

~ that I care for you… a lot, but that caring for you is dangerous...

Draco, I've had to think of how your father would react to our lov… seeing each other. You
have to admit that things would get very ugly. I care for you Draco, even more than Harry, but
it's too dangerous, I'd be putting both of our lives at risk. So many things have happened
so fast that I wasn't sure what to do at first. But now I know this is the best decision for
me. You told me that you would understand any choice I made and I hope that you do. Please forgive
me.

~ Yours Always,

Virginia Weasley"

Slowly, Draco felt his heart crack into tiny pieces and fall apart. His body became cold and
teaming with anger, hate, and above all, jealousy. He could have understood if she had said that
she loved Potter more or that she didn't want to face the teasing the Slytherin girls would put
her through; but he could NOT understand her being afraid to love him, especially because of his
father. Draco's father had already made his life a living hell and now he had just succeeded in
scaring away the one person Draco was beginning to have actually feelings for. Lucius had just
frightened away Draco's last hope and without even knowing it. Furious, Draco felt the ice in
his veins begin to pulse throughout his whole body. Potter would NOT win because of this.
Draco's eyes snapped back to the letter. Potter had won by technicality. Ginny loved him, but
was going to be with Potter. It didn't make sense. Ginny couldn't seriously expect to tell
him that she loved him, then expect him to let her go off with another guy did she? Slamming the
journal closed Draco leaped to his feet. Potter couldn't win. Draco couldn't help that
Ginny was right about his father. He couldn't help that his father probably would try to have
them killed. It's not like Draco was his father. Draco could only love her; he could only be
himself.

*"I am*

*A little bit of loneliness*

*A little bit of disregard*

*A handful of complaints*

*But I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars"*

He was stalking back to the castle. It wasn't fair. He wasn't his father. He
couldn't control his father; he was his own person.… and he wanted Ginny.

*"I am*

*What I want you to want*

*What I want you to feel*
But it's like
*No matter what I do*

*I can't convince you*

*To just believe this is real."*

Draco busted through the doors and into the castle. She was putting him aside to be with Potter
all because of something he couldn't control. She was pretending she didn't care for him.
She was refusing to be his… she was rejecting him.

*"So I let you go*

*watching you*

*turn your back like you always do*

*face away and pretend that I'm not*

*but I'll be here*

*'cause you're all I got"*

He was sprinting down the halls looking for her. He would find her and whether Potter was there
or not he was going to tell her how he felt. He was going to tell how she had changed
everything.

*"I can't feel*

*the way I did before*

*Don't turn your back on me*

*I WON'T BE IGNORED!*

*Time won't heal*

*This damage anymore.*

*Don't turn your back on me,*

*I WON'T BE IGNORED!"*

She wasn't going to get away this easily. A simple letter saying that she loved him and was
too afraid to do anything about it sure as hell wasn't going to make Draco Malfoy back down!
Striding down the halls, he was beginning to get annoyed at not seeing anyone around. Then it hit
him. Hogsmeade. Today was a Hogsmeade day!

*"I am*

*a little bit insecure*

*a little unconfident*

*cause you don't understand*

*I do what I can*

*But sometimes I don't make sense"*

He raced to his dormitories and grabbed his broom. He didn't care that it was a rule and he
wasn't supposed to fly there. He had to find Ginny and make her understand what was meant to
be…

*"I am*

*what you never want to say*

*but I've never had a doubt*

*it' like no matter what I do*

*I can't convince you*

*For once just to hear me out"*

She was going to listen to everything he had to say; she owed him at least that. He was slicing
through the air, now half way there, now half way to Ginny…

*"So I let you go*

*watching you*

*turn your back like you always do*

*face away and pretend that I'm not*

*But I'll be here*
Cause you're all I got" 
He was there finally and leaping from his broom, leaving it where it was hovering above the
ground. Ginny was going to hear him out. She was going to listen and give him a chance even if he
had to tie her down and make her listen!

*"I can't feel*

*the way I did before*

*don't turn your back on me*

*I WON'T BE IGNORED!"*

Racing down the main shopping block, Draco screamed as loud as he possible could,

"Ginny! Ginny where are you? Virginia!"

Shoving people out of his way and searching in shop windows he called her name over and
over.

*"Time won't heal*

*this damage anymore"*

Then he saw a flash of fiery red hair a few shops down entering a small pub.

"GINNY!" he hollered, sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him!

"GINNY!"

*"DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME"*

He was coming up on the pub…

*"I WON'T BE IGNORED!!!"*

Draco flung the heavy oak doors wide open, illuminating the dark room.

*"NO!*

*HEAR ME OUT NOW!"*

Scanning the table, his heart broken heart skipped a beat when he finally spotted her in the
back.

*"YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO ME!"*

Draco strode over to the table and caught everyone by surprise. He never took his eyes from
Ginny's when Ron and Harry jumped up.

*"YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO ME!"*

Ginny look terrified, but excited.

*"LIKE IT OR NOT!"*

Draco grabbed Ginny up from the table and into his arms.

*"RIGHT NOW!"*

Before anyone could protest Draco had swept her outside of the pub and into a small, dark,
narrow alley. He put her down and pinned her to the wall.

*"YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO ME*

*LIKE IT OR NOT*

*RIGHT NOW!*

*I WON'T BE IGNORED!"*


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A/N:

~the song is from Linkin Park

~wow, state tests, district tests, finals, 2 books, and essays to write, plus a social calendar
and you guys have an idea of why it took so long for me to post. But hey, I made this chapter
really long!

~only one more week left to school, and then I can write all the time and post like every
week!

~Also, to all the reviewers that didn't like the Ron/Hermione stuff: I won't mention
them as a couple very often. The story isn't about their relationship.

~ok, its really late on a school night & I have tests tomorrow! Hope you like it! Please
review and/or e-mail me!



6. Burning Ice
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**~* Frozen Fire and Burning Ice *~** 

E-mail: thepixiedustpoet@yahoo.com
SUGGESTIONS/IDEAS FOR STORY LINE TOTALLY WELCOME!

**DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! I love Draco - but I claim no rights to him! …Wish I owned him and
all the other characters from the wonderful Harry Potter books, but I don’t. All the characters are
completely J.K. R.’s! Any of the lyrics will be quoted! The band or singer will be underneath, most
will be from Linkin Park, but some won’t. Like I said, I own NOTHING!**


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A/N: Keep reviewing, because I need to do a lot of work to make this a great fic!

****To those who asked about lyrics: listen to the radio, and go through all of your fave CDs,
and try to relate songs to something Ginny or Draco might say or feel. For instance, I love Linkin
Park, and I thought 'I Won't Be Ignored' would be great for Draco, and
'pumpkinpiebaby', and 'sierradogbaby' seem to have agreed! ~*::kisses to you
guys!::*~

****LOVE TO INCOGNITO!

Dedication: Chris, I adore you. My writing wouldn't make any sense without your strong
guidance. To Stacey, my babe, whom I got hooked on fan fics, and Andrew, who wouldn't leave me
alone so I could write this chapter for you guys! Everyone boo at Andrew! ::boo!!!:: and Brian, who
also wouldn't let me type, (even as I try to right now) boo him too! ::boo!::


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Chapter Six: Burning Ice

"EXPLAIN!" Draco bellowed fiercely.

"What?" Ginny gasped rattled and confused, though obviously excited. Draco had her
pinned against a stonewall in a small dead end alley, with little chance of escape, but she
didn't care at the moment. He was acting so wild, so crazy, so unlike a Malfoy that she was
dying to see what would happen next.

"GINNY!" came Harry's voice from around the corner.

Reeling, Draco let out a monstrous growl and whipped around pulling out his wand with one hand,
and keeping Ginny pressed to the wall with the other. Flicking his wrist about madly and muttering
insanely under his breath, instantly a stonewall appeared, barring the only exit the dead end alley
offered. He snapped his wand back into his robes and quipped around to face Ginny.

"EXPLAIN!" he yelled once more.

"Explain what!?!?" Ginny replied, thoroughly confused. Draco took a few deep breaths
as he leaned against the opposite stone wall. This was no was no way to win her heart. Draco rested
his forehead against the hard stone and tried to gather his thoughts. Suddenly his adrenaline was
gone, and he was growing extremely tired. When he didn't answer Ginny took it upon her self to
speak:

"If anyone should be explaining it's you. Where are we?" she asked looking about
nervously. Draco laughed gently as he ran his finger along the stone pattern of the wall. He
hadn't been thinking and acted on instinct when he heard Harry's voice. Amazing what a
wizard with jealousy could do.

"We're in the dead end alley just outside the pub. (Here the corners of Draco's
lips began to tug into a smile) I just built another wall to block the only exit. From the other
side the alley looks like the same dead end it's always been. One of my better ideas I dare
say." Draco said. He knew it wasn't a real wall, but telling Ginny it was made him fell a
little more in control of what was happening. It was just an illusion but it gave him power over
her. As long as she didn't try to touch it… Suddenly he chuckled lightly, and added:

"Don't worry about it." Draco gave the wall a worried glance, then returned his
gaze to Ginny. She had her head tilted to one side, giving the new 'wall' a quick look
over. Her eyes quickly narrowed, and then Draco could have sworn he saw her smirk, but it left her
lips too soon for him to be sure. She didn't know it was an illusion, did she? Oh hell, now she
was just going to leave and go back to Potter… Draco looked down in defeat.

"But how Malfoy? Building a wall with magic can take hours and requires enormous magical
skill and years of training and practice. Even then they can only be done quickly in a time of
great need." Ginny said cautiously. She knew the wall was a fake, but she wasn't quite
sure she wanted to leave just then.

Draco looked up at her slowly.

"Oh, but I am in a time of great need." He whispered, locking eyes with her. His cold
silver caved in to show a hollowness and an emptiness that only Ginny understood.

"What could a Malfoy ever need?" Ginny said, dropping her eyes to her feet. The mere
sight of him was bewitching to a girl. Locks of his silver hair had fallen into his beautiful face,
framing his powerful features in small sharp icicles. His robes were open and barely hanging from
his handsome shoulders. His strong, toned build shone bold through his tight black underclothes.
She watched him leaning against the wall, head down, arms crossed over his hard chest, brooding
over her question. Intoxicating, purely intoxicating. She was loosing her wits just looking at him.
He was so sexy just standing there mulling it all over trying to find the perfect answer.

"My father would say a Malfoy needs nothing. But I disagree." Draco stepped to her
side and took her hand in his. Shots of icy pleasure pulsed from the contact into her palm.

"This Malfoy needs love." Ginny's eyes widened but remained looking down.
Somewhere deep inside Ginny knew that if he kissed her, she was going to give in immediately.
Swallowing gently, Draco continued.

"This Malfoy needs…" he cupped her face in his gentle hand, and brought her eyes to
his. He took a breath and his eyebrows furrowed. Ginny held her breath. One kiss and she knew
she'd cave and be his forever… one kiss and her life would be in the hands of the enemy…

"This Malfoy needs you." Ginny's breath quickened and a tear rolled down her soft
cheek. This was so unlike him. He was always the one that never let an emotion penetrate his frozen
exterior. He was the one that was always calm, cool, and collected. What could possible be making
him act so different?

"What do you want Malfoy?" Ginny said, as another tear dripped down her cheek.

"To love you Ginny, to love you." Draco leaned down and kissed away the second tear.
He felt Ginny take in a ragged breath and shake slightly. That wasn't the answer she'd
suspected at all. He was being so caring, so gentle, so loving with her. He pulled a stand of
scarlet hair from her face and kissed it back. His gorgeous features were so soft and smooth when
he acted like this. He was so… wonderful…

"You can't. It's too dangerous." Her words were cracked and mixed with sobs as
the tears began to flow freely from her fractured eyes. Draco's heart leapt. 'It's too
dangerous' didn't mean she didn't love him.

"I can if you'd let me. All of that other stuff doesn't mean a thing. I'd love
you with all of my heart, if only you'd let me Virginia," he wrapped a strong arm around
her waist and spoke into her ear in a worried, wanting whisper, "If only you'd let
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Storming around his dorm, throwing things at random just to watch them shatter and hit the
ground broken, Draco laughed despite himself. He wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss her or kill
her. The girl was purely infuriating and yet utterly addictive. The more she pushed him away the
more he despised and desired her. He just wanted to shake her madly and make her act normal!!!

Any other girl in the school would have collapsed into his arms after a line like, 'I'd
love you with all of my heart, if only you'd let me.' But not Ginny. No, no, she had to be
different from the rest! She just *refused* to be his! She had to be a Weasley and make
everything difficult! Squeezing a glass figure tightly he looked down at it, Draco smiled and threw
it across the room with a course laugh. But that's why he liked her so much. Just look at the
effect she had on him! No other girl in the world could upset him to this extent. No other girl,
not one could infuriate him to no end like Ginny did. Gently chuckling, Draco flopped belly first
onto his bed. She was so…so...gah! There was no word! Ginny Weasley was *so* one of a kind,
*so* unique, that there was yet a word to describe her perfection.

Scolding himself, he began to rethink just what had gone wrong. Why hadn't Ginny caved?
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"I can if you'd let me. All of that other stuff doesn't mean a thing. I'd love
you with all of my heart, if only you'd let me Virginia," he wrapped a strong arm around
her waist and spoke into her ear in a worried, wanting whisper, "If only you'd let
me." Then, slowly, naturally, Draco leaned in for the kiss…

"Wow. You really brought out the big guns for that one, didn't you?" Ginny said,
her voice dripping in mockery as she stepped away from him. Draco was stunned; had she actually
just rejected him…*again*?

"No, really, I'm impressed. I didn't know Malfoy’s got mushy. It's nice to know
you'd 'love me with all your heart if only I'd let you'. But here's the thing.
I'm not going to let you." Her voice was so firm and so harsh that Draco had to pinch
himself to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare.

"You must be joking." He said dumbstruck.

"I assure you I'm not." Ginny had suddenly become very calm and collected. It was
eery. She was normally so hot tempered, but now, now she was cool and poised.

"You see Malfoy, all of that 'other stuff' you so recklessly refer to as, 'not
really mattering', happens to mean a great deal to me." Ginny leaned against a stone wall
and began examining her nails.

"W-w-w-what matters to you?" Draco stuttered, completely lost. Ginny cringed at his
poor articulation, and became very interested in braiding her hair.

"Well, take for instance, my friends. If I were to become 'involved' with you, all
of my friends would try to be understanding, but end up thinking me a traitor, and probably shun me
little by little until I was just a distant memory." Draco made an uncontested huff, and Ginny
sighed and moved onto the next braid.

"Or, for example, we'll look at my family. My brothers would be furious, my mother
would rant and rave, and my father would be beside himself trying to settle everyone down. My
family means more than anything to me, and the thought of loosing them because I let my emotions
get the better of me, doesn't make me eager to go flying into your arms. And lord, don't
even get me started on Harry!" Draco, now even more stunned and upset opened his mouth to
protest, but was cut off by a very stern Ginny.

"You're not understanding a word of this, are you?" she asked, then walked up to
him, and spoke as a teacher would to a toddler,

"There's simply too much to loose. It would simply upset too many of the people I care
most for. Too much bad would come of it. It's too dangerous." Then, with a smirk (which
wasn't far off from the trade mark Malfoy smirk) she added,

"*You're* too dangerous." She smiled weakly, looked around, then
finished,

"Now, if you don't mind, I've got shopping to do."

Even though he had wanted to give her a good slap and yell at her a good deal, she simply walked
through the wall (which vanished at her contact) and left him alone to think about what just
happened. There was so much floating around in his brain that nothing was working the way it was
supposed to. His mouth wouldn't open, his legs wouldn't budge. He was stuck there, watching
as she waltzed right around the corner, shouting over her shoulder (not even bothering to look back
at him),

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The next thing he knew, he was in his dormitory, smashing things around. Groaning, Draco got up
and dressed for bed. Somehow it had turned dark out and he had missed dinner. That made two missed
meals, three if you didn't count his measly breakfast. There simply wasn't enough time to
eat and think of Ginny. She took up the whole of his consciousness. After slipping into a pair of
black silk sleeping pants, he crawled into his plush bed and laid looking up at the ornate ceiling.
Ginny had surprised him today. She had acted so, so Slytherin like. She was so fiery on the
outside, but frozen on the inside. She was the exact opposite of him. Chuckling slightly, Draco
rolled over onto his side. Heh, opposites do attract. And oh- was he ever attracted to Ginny
Weasley. She was just like burning ice…

'What a moron. What the hell is that supposed to mean?' he asked himself.

'Burning ice? What kind of bloody sense does that make Draco?' God how he needed sleep.
Talking to himself was always a sure sign that he was at his wits end. He loved it though. All of
this restlessness and insane chatter was over Ginny. He absolutely loved the affect she had on him,
though tomorrow he was sure he'd hate it. If he couldn't find the time to eat, how on earth
was he going to find time to listen to his lessons? Classes tomorrow were going to be torture.

'Not for Potter' said the small sinister voice in the back of his head. No, of course
not for Potter. Potter would have a fabulous day, walking around thinking he'd found himself a
gorgeous new girlfriend. Draco sat bolt right in his bed, his anger pulsing throughout his body.
Without Ginny Draco was in a frozen hell. Even now as his body temperature rose, he could feel the
frostbitten wind biting into his thick skin. The subzero temperature choked his lungs and his
breath hastened. Tomorrow Ginny and Potter would be happy, *together*. -Well not if Draco had
anything to do with it! He would not suffer in hell alone! They would not get away with banishing
him into a feeling less existence! Draco flew forward and punched his bed post, almost breaking it
into two. The mere thought of them walking down the halls hand in hand, or calling each other pet
names, or cuddling by the Gryffindor fire made his blood boil. They would suffer if it was the last
thing he did!!

Right as he was putting together a truly rotten ruthless ploy to torture the pair of happy love
birds, he stopped. Draco got up and looked at himself in a nearby mirror. His face was rock hard
and his eyes carried a demented gleam.

No wonder why people like Ginny didn't want anything to do with him. As of right now he
looked and even felt murderous. If he was ever going to convince Ginny into risking her life to be
with him, Draco was going to have to change. And he wasn't going to have to change the little
things, he was going to have to change *everything*.

Tomorrow would mark a new day. Tomorrow something big was going to happen. Tomorrow would be a
day all at Hogwarts would remember for years to come. Tomorrow was sure to make his father red with
rage…

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A/N: Is it short for such a long wait?? Want more people to boo for making me too busy to write?
Here's a few: Nikole, Christina, Stephanie, and Dustin! Please review!

Check out 'Ron had to Pee' for some laughs. It's by me and my friend Koley Kat, and
posted under her pen name.

Also, for more D/G action, check out, 'When You're Gone'. That’s by Koley Kat and me
as well, and also posted under her name.

-Both can be found at www.fanfiction.net 

P.S.

I LOVE SIRIUS BLACK! If anyone had any good fan fic with him in them, please drop me a line!



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**~* Frozen Fire and Burning Ice *~**

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all the other characters from the wonderful Harry Potter books, but I don’t. All the characters are
completely J.K. R.’s! Any of the lyrics will be quoted! The band or singer will be underneath, most
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A/N: Keep reviewing, because I need to do a lot of work to make this a great fic!

Dedication: Chris, you’re my hero too! J

And to all the readers. Please bear with me in the next couple of weeks, I’ve got to read 3
books before school starts, and I’ve been putting it off. I’m going to try very hard to continue to
update, but as I said earlier, please be patient!


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WARNING: SOME HERMIONE/RON IN THIS ONE!

Chapter Seven: A Warning

Ginny turned the corner like nothing had happened. She had such a surge of pride and power that
she didn't feel like herself at all. As she entered the pub she had a flashback to her first
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She was rocking back and forth nervously on her heels when Professor McGonagall called her name.
Her breath hitched as she sat down on the small stool. She wasn't sure what was going to
happen. She didn't think she was brave enough for Gryffindor, smart enough for Ravenclaw, or
sinister enough for Slytherin; though she was definitely too outgoing and opinionated for
Hufflepuff. Ginny had spent a great deal of the summer trying to decide which house she
*wanted* to be in, and she had decided Gryffindor. Not because all of brothers were in it, but
because Harry Potter was. Ever since she had set eyes on him, Harry Potter had been her obsession.
Now, sitting on the wooden stool, she listened as the hat began to speak to her.

"hmm, interesting… difficult, but interesting. You my dear are very rare, very rare indeed.
You'd do so well in all of the houses, its hard to pick just one."

"Even Hufflepuff?" Ginny thought.

"Yes well, they could teach you a thing or two your temper. Though it seems you're more
in control of that area than any of your brothers were…"

Ginny sighed. Of course she was different than her brothers. She was a girl!

"haha, you've got quite the slytherin bite as well. I can see it here. You think
you're better than some not because of wealth but because of your mind. You'd fit in
perfectly if I were to place you in Slytherin house…"

Lord how her mother would hate that.

"but it's that love of your intelligence that makes you well suited for Ravenclaw as
well…"

"Can we at least agree on one thing, not Hufflepuff?" Ginny asked the hat quietly
under her breath.

"Alright then, not Hufflepuff. Hmm, I'm leaning between Gryffindor and
Slytherin…."

'Just like Harry!' Ginny thought to herself.

"ah, yes, Mr. Potter. He seems to be in many of your thoughts. Perhaps you would like to
join Mr. Potter and your brother in Gryffindor?" The hat asked in an ominous tone, as if it
knew Ginny was truly in love with him and didn't care what house Ron was in, as long as she was
close to Harry.

"Yes please," She whispered as a blush crept up her neck.

"ah, then it's Gryffindor, but before I make it official, let me warn: You've
chosen one house for now, and you seem pretty sure, but in years to come you'll want to choose
another, as your heart will be torn. No longer will things be simple, no longer will they be plain;
it's then that you'll find that love can only be won through pain. Soon you'll know
that life is not a dream, and no one is what they seem. Listen to me now, and listen to me well.
One day you'll be the one saving the enemy from hell. Burn my words into your brain- never let
them fade. For the first move has already been made." Shocked and now alarmed, Ginny
didn't know what to say.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat bellowed and was lifted from her head. As she sat down at the
house table she had no idea what the sorting house had meant and decided to put it out of her mind
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Little did I know how important that speech would be! Ginny plopped down next to Hermione.

"Ginny! Are you alright?" Hermione asked, grasping her arm.

"Oh yes, I'm quite fine," Ginny said smiling brilliantly. Lying came had come
naturally to her, but with brothers like Fred and George it was only to be expected. Ginny looked
around the table and noticed Harry and Ron were still gone.

"The boys ran off to save you the second they realized what had happened. They'll come
back in a few minutes after they remember they up and left me to pay the bill." Hermione
smiled weakly, then continued,

"Listen Ginny, I don't know why Malfoy grabbed you up like that but I know it had to
have been urgent. Malfoy never acts that rash. If he had simply wanted to talk to you he would have
been sneaky about it. You don't have to tell me what happened, but if you do I might be able to
help you out when the guys get back." Ginny chuckled at the thought of Ron's probably now
red face. Thinking for a moment, Ginny replied,

"I have something that he wants." Hermione's eyebrow raised and she looked at
Ginny quizzically.

"What does he want?" Ginny''s lips pulled into a definite smirk, before
answering:

"My love Hermione, he wants my love." Ginny leaned back into the soft booth as the
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Ginny was still in her laid back position when Harry and Ron came barging in. Ron took one look
at Ginny daydreaming and lost it.

"GINNY WEASLEY! WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME JUST HAPPENED? AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO
RELAXED ABOUT IT?" he hollered. Other customers of the small pub looked up for a brief moment
then went back to what they were doing. I the wizarding world everyone was busy with their own
lives and didn't care who was yelling at who in the middle of a pub, especially if they were
teenagers. Harry dashed over to sit by Ginny, forcing Hermione to scoot along the booth to the
other side. Taking her hands in his Harry looked Ginny in the eye, clearly more concerned that she
was alright than what Ron was ranting about.

"Shut-up Ron!" Harry yelled suddenly. Ron simply collapsed into the booth obviously
glad he had an excuse to sit down and take a rest. Hermione let him lay down and rest his head in
her lap as she played with his soft red hair.

"Ok Ginny, explain," Ron said, after he'd cooled down a little.

"There's nothing to explain Ron. Apparently Blaise told him I had started a nasty rumor
about him and he just wanted to sort it all out. We talked like civil adults for a few moments,
then after everything had been explained, he promptly apologized for his behavior and that was
that." Ginny said annoyed. What was it with everyone wanting her to *explain?* Harry gave
her hands a gentle squeeze and pulled her sideways onto his lap. With his arms wrapped around her
Harry leaned his forehead against Ginny's lightly and whispered,


"Please don't disappear like that again…I wouldn't be able to handle it…if -if someone
else I loved were to …just …disappear…I" His voice was cracking and Ginny could feel him
physically shaking. He held her more tightly and raised his head to look her in the eye. Hermione
looked up just in time to know they needed a private moment. Gently shoving Ron off the seat, she
ushered him away, quieting his protests with sharp gabs in the ribs.

"When it first hit me that you were gone I realized that I can't protect you all the
time. It's going to be dangerous for you if we, well, I hope I'm not jumping the gun here,
but if we started dating. There are a lot of people out there who would do anything to hurt me or
anyone I care for… and I would die if anything were to ever happen to you Gin Bug." Ginny knew
he was being completely sincere, but she couldn't help but think that most of this protection
stuff came from loosing Sirius. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a warm hug before
answering,

"You don't have to protect me Harry. I can take care of myself. Besides, you're not
the only one looking out for me. You know my brother, I've got all the protection I'll ever
need." Harry was calming down slightly and even laughed at the mention of the Weasley
clan.

"I suppose you're right." Harry finally laid back and let Ginny rest on his
chest.

"Gin Bug?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Is that really what happened with Malfoy?" Harry pulled her up closer and brushed a
hair back from her face. Ginny didn't want to lie to him, but she couldn't exactly tell him
the truth.

"More or less. Don't worry about it." she said giving Harry one more warm hug
before getting up.

"I'd better get back to the castle, Snape's given us another monster essay."
Harry frowned remembering he had an essay as well.

"He's given us one too. I've got to find Hermione and convince her to help me, like
usual." He said smiling. Ginny's stomach dropped and it wasn't because she was
swooning. She felt awful. She had declined Draco and yet she was still lying and deceiving her
friends because of him.

"Well I've got to find Collin. He's a genius when it come to Potions class."
Harry gave her an odd look.

"Strange, I was under the impression Snape failed every Gryffindor." He smiled lightly
and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Wait here. I'll grab Ron and Hermione and we'll bring you back to the castle so
you can find Collin." Harry disappeared for a few moments then arrived back with the rest of
the 'Dream Team'. They headed out to the castle, but as they passed a certain small dead
end alley, Ginny slowed her pace and sighed. Her thoughts difted back to the image of Draco leaning
against the stone wall, his robes open and his silver hair hanging down in his face. Her heart
skipped a beat even at the memory. The boy certainly knew how to stir up trouble.

"…your heart will be torn… love can only be won through pain… you'll be the one saving
the enemy from hell…" echoed in her mind as Harry grasped her hand and they continued back to
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Back in the pub, sitting at a table behind the one Ginny and Harry had been at, Pansy glared
into her butterbeer.

"So Draco wants *her* love, ay?"

She downed the rest of her drink, paid her tab, and left the pub…


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A/N: ok, that's it for a week. I'm going out of town and won't be able to write
more! Aren't you just dying to know what Pansy is up to? Heh, review and tell me if you like
where I'm going with all of this, or if I've just thoroughly confused you…



