A/N: This is my first fic (that I've posted), so please leave some comments (if you don't hate it).

I wanted to make a songfic from Ashlee Simpson's song 'Pieces of Me', but I haven't really gotten to that part yet, because I (personally) don't like D/G fics where they start out as friends, so I had to do a setup before I can play with the song lyrics. Anyway, just leave me some support and I'll write more. Kay? Thanks!!




Ginny contently held Harry’s hand as the two of them climbed onto the Hogwarts Express. Ginny was excited for her 5th year, she had been made a prefect, carrying on the Weasley tradition. Well, not everyone in her family had been a prefect, but it was certainly nothing new for her family.

The summer had been sweet bliss for her—Harry had finally come to his senses, and once he arrived at the Burrow after visiting his aunt and uncle, he had asked her out. Of course, they hadn’t been able to go out for the sake of Harry’s safety, but she had gladly accepted the role as his girlfriend—it was what she had wanted. Right?

Ginny smiled wistfully at Ron and Hermione, who had also finally come to their senses. They seemed so much happier than Ginny and Harry did though. Ginny hugged Harry and gave him a quick kiss before retreating to the prefect’s section of the train.

She felt bad leaving him alone—but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Besides, he was always ditching her for Hermione and Ron. They still never included Ginny in their secret meetings and covert plots. Ginny figured this was because Ron wanted to protect her while the three of them attempted to rid the world of evil single-handedly.

Ron didn’t seem to realize that she had grown up, and she was no longer the lovesick eleven year old who had spent a year writing to an evil diary. Ginny certainly felt more grown up—she had had her first boyfriend, Michael Corner, and now she had Harry. She had never really given up on Harry—it’s just that he never seemed to be interested until this summer. She had mostly gotten over him too, but she couldn’t resist him that one night when he had come into her room, needing comfort. She had given him a hug, and tried to console him, and when he started to kiss her—well, she didn’t resist too much.

Now they were going back to Hogwarts, and she had mixed feelings about the whole boyfriend thing. She had barely started to overcome all the rumours about her love for Harry at the end of last year, and now here she was, coming back with him at her side. She wasn’t even sure if it was how she wanted it to be anyway—he was sweet and all, but her relationship with him never seemed to have the spark that her brother and Hermione seemed to have.

Ginny sighed. As nice as Harry was, he seemed more like a brother than anything else. She had a feeling her relationship with him wouldn’t be long-lived. Especially if he kept up his crazed mood swings. He was always moping or angry, and when he wasn’t one of those two, he was off plotting some crazy plan with Hermione and Ron.

Hermione did her best to tell Ginny the happenings of the secret meetings of the Golden Trio, but Ginny still felt as though Harry cared more about Hermione and Ron than his own girlfriend. She knew it was true though, she just didn’t want to admit it. It was just hard to be torn between whether to stay with him because she had wanted it for so long, or to break it off, because it obviously not what she had originally wanted.

Ginny walked through the doorway to the prefect’s compartment, which was packed with the prefects from all four houses. She rolled her eyes at the other fifth year prefects, who were excited talking about how thrilled they were to have been chosen. Ginny went and sat down in the opposite corner from her brother, who was currently so distracted by staring at Hermione that he hardly noticed anything.

Ginny sighed audibly and curled up into a little ball in the corner and stared intently out the window. Just then she noticed a cloaked figure on the bench opposite her. She stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out who the figure under the hood was. Suddenly, the figure shifted and cold grey eyes met her own warm chocolate eyes as Draco Malfoy pulled off his hood and returned her gaze with an icy stare.

Ginny shuddered—he was so horrible. Why did he have to stare at her like that? She glared back and gave him the fiercest look she could muster, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of knowing that he was scaring her a little. However, about ten seconds into her glare, the door to the compartment banged open as this years Head Boy and Girl walked in to deliver a speech about upholding Hogwarts rules and responsibility.

Ginny broke off her gaze and listened half-heartedly to the speech, finding her thoughts drifting off to other things. Like Harry. Ginny wondered what he was doing right now… Probably moping. She rolled her eyes. He needed to get a grip and pull himself out of his funk, because she was getting severely annoyed with his moods. Not everything needed to be about him—she had feelings too.

Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure if he had ever asked how she was feeling. It was all about him. Ginny pressed her forehead against the cold glass of the window and let her vision blur as the countryside zipped by.


~*~


Ginny ran down the hallway—it was her first day of class, and she was nearly late for her first Potions class of the year. She had forgotten her quill in Gryffindor Tower, and she had run all the way back for it. Ginny grabbed onto the wall to steady herself as she whipped around the corner—right into someone else.

Ginny found herself sprawled on the ground, almost pushed up against the chest of a lean, muscular male body. She smiled and closed her eyes as she took in the scent of his cologne. Suddenly—

“Why don’t you and your Muggle-loving self learn how to pay attention in the hallways,” Ginny heard an icy voice say angrily. Ginny quickly grabbed her stuff off the floor and stood up as fast as she could. She saw a slightly rumpled Draco Malfoy sitting on the floor, glaring at her.

He picked himself up regally, and brushed the imaginary dust off of his robes. There was a strand of red hair on the front of his robes, and he picked it off with great disgust and dropped it in her direction. “You can have this back,” he started, “you should start a collection of that hideous hair—you could make a wig and sell it to support your pathetic family.”

He stared at her as though she was the worst piece of scum to ever walk the planet. Ginny glared back, and without any verbal response to Draco’s insults, she pushed past him and flounced down the hallway, knocking him into the wall in the process.

Draco stared after her, shocked. No one treated him like that and got away with it. He glared at her back, but she never turned around. Draco turned around, fuming, and stormed off down the hallway towards his class.

That Weasley really was something—no one stood up to him like that. He touched his shoulder where she had shoved him. He smirked slightly as he strode down the hall, staring all the first years into submission. He was Draco Malfoy, everyone either feared him, or admired him. Or both. He would show that Weasley. Just wait.


~*~


Ginny stood up on the Astronomy Tower in the middle of the night. She loved being a prefect—of course, she was supposed to be patrolling the hallways, but no one would notice if she stopped to look at the stars and get a little air.

Hogwarts life in the first week had been noticeably more subdued than her previous four years. The reality of Voldemort had finally sunk in, and people were spending more time in the library trying to learn defense spells, rather than sneaking out around the castle in the middle of the night. Ginny didn’t care—it only made her patrols easier.

Ginny leaned over the edge of the wall, letting her arms dangle towards the ground. She loved the feeling of being so high in the air; it felt so peaceful. Actually, the Astronomy Tower itself was very calm and relaxing. Ginny wished she could touch the stars.

Ginny laid down on her back, gazing up on the stars. She hugged herself, dreaming that someday she could come up here with someone she loved and enjoy the stars in perfect peace and solitude.

Suddenly, she heard a sneeze to her left. She sat up quickly, looking all around, but no one was there. She cautiously put her hand into her pocket and grasped her wand, preparing to attack. She carefully crept towards where the sound had come from.

Her foot ran into something solid, but there was nothing there. She kicked the invisible something, and she felt it try to move away from her, but she felt a pressure under her foot, as though she was stepping on something attached to the creature. Unexpectedly, a dark robed figure emerged from under an invisibility cloak.

“Get your Weasley filth off of my cloak,” she heard Malfoy spit out coldly. Ginny stood there, still shocked at the sudden appearance of her greatest enemy. Malfoy pushed her backwards lightly, and she stepped off the invisibility cloak as she tried to regain her balance. He grabbed the cloak and tucked it inside his robes as he swept over to the ledge of the Tower.

Regaining her composure, Ginny turned to the back of the retreating Malfoy, “why are you sneaking around? You’re a prefect, you’re allowed to be out at night.” She waited expectantly for a response, but he said nothing.

He didn’t seem to be doing anything, just looking out into the distance inattentively. Fighting all her urges to just run away and go back to Gryffindor Tower to avoid all unnecessary confrontation with the Slytherin king, she slowly crept up behind him, utilizing all of the Gryffindor bravery she could muster.

“Are you okay?” she asked cautiously—he seemed so alone, and she was curious. He whipped his head around and stared at her with a blank expression on his face, but his grey eyes were stone cold and seemed to be staring straight through her. Then, his traditional smirk curled onto his face and his eyes narrowed.

“What is a little Gryffindor like you doing sneaking around in the middle of the night? What if the Dark Lord shows up? Potty wouldn’t be able to come save you in time,” he said with an aura of superiority. Ginny glared at him in return.

“I’m not a little Gryffindor anymore—I’m a prefect, and I have every right to be up here with you if I want to,” Ginny spat out, before thinking about it and realizing that what she said made it sound as though she was with him because she wanted to be with him. Well, she wasn’t running away, but she certainly wasn’t about to buddy up with the nasty Slytherin. Draco looked at her, glancing up and down her body, making Ginny feel very uncomfortable.

“You’re right,” he said, “you’re not little anymore,” he stated simply, before turning his gaze towards the lake. He seemed to be entranced by the moonlight reflecting off of the rippling water of the lake.

Ginny felt herself blush as she tried to work out what he just said. Was he referring to her… She looked down at her secondhand robes, tight in some places, accentuating certain parts of her body. She suddenly felt very self-conscious. She felt almost violated, in a way. She tried to think of something to say to him, but found herself at a loss for words.

She briefly contemplated going back to Gryffindor Tower, but then decided against it. Malfoy didn’t seem like he was out to get her. She leaned up against the wall next to him, feeling the cool breeze against her face.

She reached her arms out towards the horizon, and shut her eyes as she took in the evening and tried to forget all her troubles. She didn’t have very many , but she didn’t have anyone to talk about her troubles with, so she found that the best way for her to relieve herself was to spend some quality time by herself.

She supposed she could tell Harry, but he seemed to be entirely wrapped up in his own problems these days, and she knew he could care less about her. He had sat with her at dinner twice in the last week before running off to meet Hermione and Ron somewhere. He had also asked her to Hogsmeade, but the first Hogsmeade trip wasn’t for a few weeks.

They had a couple evening snogging sessions, but they just didn’t seem like anything to Ginny. It seemed like—well, it seemed like nothing. It seemed like he was just using her to pass the time while Hermione and Ron were enjoying their moments together. She didn’t feel any passion between her and Harry—she had even felt more welcome when she was with Michael Corner.

Ginny sighed. She was tired, maybe she would just go to sleep and think about this in the morning. She started to lean forward, before realized she was still leaning off the edge of the Astronomy Tower. She shrieked as she tried to regain her balance.

Suddenly, she felt a strong arm grasp her shoulder and pull her back onto the floor of the Tower. She looked up into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, but now, he didn’t seem so distant. She looked at him curiously, as he gazed at her with an expression that Ginny could only describe as concern. It was strange to see such expression on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a mixture of concern and a certain resigned formality, as though he was only talking to her because he had to. Ginny cocked her head to the side and gave him a sheepish smile.

“I was just… thinking…” she started, trailing off as she noticed that Malfoy was holding her firmly by the shoulders and looking in her eyes, as if searching for something. His eyes seemed like endless oceans of grey. She almost became entranced in their mystery…

“Well—“ he said firmly, straightening up and crossing his arms across his chest, “try not to dream too much about Potter while you’re hanging over the edge of a very tall tower.” He rolled his eyes and started towards the stairs.

“Wait—“ Ginny started as she chased Malfoy. She grabbed his arm from the back, and he turned to face her. “Thank you,” she said quietly, looking him in the eye, but glancing down as he met her gaze.

Malfoy nodded his head curtly, and then looked at her for a moment longer, staring at the flustered Ginny. She was actually pretty cute when she was all flustered… And when she was mad, he remembered…

He felt himself involuntarily move a little closer to her, feeling the energy from her warm body. He reached out and touched her chin, pointing it upwards towards his face. She seemed frightened by the gesture, but she made no move to run away...

He could almost feel her warm, shallow breaths upon his face. He felt his pants tighten uncomfortably as he gazed into her warm chocolate eyes, looking into the depths of her soul. He tried to search for what possessed him to do this right now, and he wondered why she was still standing here. Her face was moving closer to his—she seemed to need him as much as he needed someone—needed her…

Suddenly, it dawned on him on what he was about to do, and he broke away, grabbing his invisibility cloak and pulling it over his head in one swift movement as he fled down the stairs and back to the hallways.

Ginny fell to her knees as she stared though the stairwell where Draco had fled. She couldn’t believe that she had wanted to kiss him so badly. For some reason, it seemed to her that he could fix all her problems. He seemed real in those moments when he had saved her on the tower. He wasn’t hiding behind his mask of superiority—it seemed as though he had genuinely cared. But then—then he had left. Gone.



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Ginny stared down the empty stairwell, wondering if maybe he would return. For some reason, she wanted to tell him everything—why her life was so miserable. Well, it wasn’t that horrible, but things between her and Harry certainly weren’t the best. She knew he probably wouldn’t give a damn, but he seemed to be just as detached and lonesome as she was. Maybe he would understand…

She sighed and slowly trudged back to Gryffindor, wondering to herself how she could have felt so good with him. She hung her head, and kicked the ground as she walked. Of course he wouldn’t want her—Harry didn’t really want her, no one really wanted her. She was just Ron’s little sister, and Harry Potter’s girlfriend. She had no identity for herself.

On second thought, Ginny decided she didn’t really feel like going back to the dorms. She would just be lonely there, just like she was lonely and unwanted here. She might as well go sit where it was nice, and enjoy the time to herself. Ginny headed outside trekked out across the lawn to the lake, where she sat down and stared at the reflecting surface, wondering what to do with herself.

Sitting on a wall outside, Draco watched from under his cloak as a depressed looking Ginny wandered through the school, and then out to the lake. As much as he wanted to just let her go, he knew that he had to at least go keep watch on her—the grounds of Hogwarts weren’t exactly the safest place to be alone these days. He shook his head at the idiocy of what he was about to do.

On the lakeside, Draco watched from behind a tree as Ginny sulked. He didn’t know why he was down here. He should have just gone to bed. But, there was something about the way she was sitting there so alone that made him feel as though she could possibly understand what he was going through.

He slowly crept up beside her and sat down, pulling off his cloak. She seemed somewhat unnerved, but she didn’t seem to care all that much. She must be pretty upset if the presence of a Malfoy didn’t provoke her. Not that there was anything wrong with being a Malfoy, but he knew from personal experience that Weasleys and Malfoys didn’t mix. He also knew why, of course—but now that his father was locked up, Draco didn’t see how his father could come berate him for what he was currently doing.

They sat for several minutes in compete silence, observing the calm lake. Ginny spoke first. “Have you ever felt alone, because everyone expects so much from you, and if you succeed, nothing happens, but if you fail, everyone cares?” Draco looked at her in utter shock—she had said exactly what was on his mind. But why did she feel the same way? She was one of those Muggle-loving Weasleys. They didn’t have problems like he did. Wasn’t her whole family just one big happy, hugging group? After pondering her statement, Draco decided it would be most appropriate to respond.

“My father has high expectations for me, but I don’t know if that’s the path I want to follow,” he said simply. His father wanted him to be a Death Eater, and if Draco accepted then all would be good, but because he had not yet agreed, he was getting hell from his father’s cronies. Of course, now that his father’s Death Eater identity was known, Draco’s situation had become increasingly difficult.

“My family expects me to be like the rest of my brothers—prefect, Head Girl, play Quidditch. I mean, not everyone in my family did all of those things, but everything I could possibly do here has already been done. They don’t really care that I’m a prefect—it was just expected, it’s nothing special,” Ginny rambled on. “And now, I don’t see myself doing anything—I’m just standing still, I don’t know whether I should bother with Harry. He’s always so preoccupied…” she trailed off, staring off into the distance. Draco wasn’t sure if she was talking to him, or just venting out loud.

“Potter doesn’t pay attention to you,” he said truthfully. He had seen Potter, Weasley and the Mudblood around the school, but never had he seen the little Weaslette near them. Ginny dropped her head between her knees. She appeared to agree with what he had just pointed out, but she didn’t seem to want to accept it.

“Well…” Ginny started, seemingly trying to find something good to say about Harry, but she failed, and she shook her head. “I don’t know—I liked him for so long, and when he finally came around it was like a dream come true—but now it seems like he never has time for me… It’s like he’s only using me when he needs me. Or maybe he just likes to say he has a girlfriend… It just seems so… fake…”

Draco could almost understand her feelings on this as well. He felt the same way whenever Pansy Parkinson draped herself over him, trying to pass herself off as his girlfriend. Sure, Pansy was good for a guaranteed date to any of the dances, or for a convenient shag, but she was fake as well. She knew the honor of the Malfoy name, and she just spent time with him because people envied her for it. Draco had no idea who his real friends were anyway—he had never really cared though. As long as there were people to fawn over him—whether their motives were sincere or not—he didn’t really give a damn. Draco thought for a moment, and then chose not to respond to her comment. His personal life was really none of her business, and while she saw it fit to tell him about her relationship, he didn’t really feel like it.

Instead, Draco felt himself reaching out to stroke the coppery hair running down her back. It just felt so right to comfort her. He was surprised at how similar their problems were.

She looked up, giving him a wide-eyed, shocked expression. She seemed surprised by his touch, but she did nothing to stop it. Instead, she just continued to talk, attempting to ignore his touch, but she did seem a bit flustered. Realizing his actions, Draco snapped back to reality and stopped comforting her, but he didn’t leave like before.

They talked about anything and everything for the next few hours, just enjoying each other’s company. Not only did they have similar troubles from family expectation, but they also had a liking of Quidditch, which gave them a lot to talk about.

Draco couldn’t remember the last time he had been so happy talking to someone, especially someone who had been almost a stranger earlier in the evening. They just seemed to have so much in common.

At around three in the morning, Ginny was so tired that she could have just fallen asleep on the edge of the lake, but she knew it wouldn’t do well for people to find her there in the morning.

“Okay, well, thanks for talking to me Draco,” she started, and gave him a smile. “Maybe we can have another late night talk sometime.” She stood up and brushed off the dirt from her clothes.

Draco smiled at her—a weak smile, kind-of a cross between a smile and a smirk, but he seemed to have genuinely enjoyed the conversation. She reached out and gave him a quick hug before turning and scampering off to the castle. Draco froze, unsure what to do—she had just hugged him! He couldn’t remember the last time he had been hugged. It was… nice… He raised his arm and waved at her, but she never looked back.

Draco sat and watched her for a few moments more, gazing at her retreating back. Did he really have a coherent conversation with a Weasley? He was shocked, partially by the fact that Weasley had problems like him, and even more so that he didn’t even regret having spend half the night talking to her. She had even hugged him… It was almost as if they were… friends…

Draco frowned—it wouldn’t do to be friends with a Weasley. His father would never allow that—if word ever got out to him where he was locked up… Draco knew he would never hear the end of it. Not to mention that he would be ridiculed by all of Slytherin. No, he would just have to stay away from her from now on… He could deal with his problems on his own, he always had. And it had never mattered before whether his friends were real or fake. He would just have to ignore that Weasley. He had let his guard drop too much tonight, and now he would have to show her that tonight didn’t matter. Yes… That’s what he would do…

Ginny awoke the next morning, groggy and tired from her lack of sleep. She groaned as she saw the bright sun streaming through the window, and then she rolled over, stuffed her head in the pillow and went back to sleep.

After sleeping though breakfast, Ginny woke up and got ready for classes. Time for another week of torture, she figured. Classes weren’t really that bad, but all her professors were stressing the importance of preparing for OWLS. Ginny didn’t know how they were supposed to concentrate on studying for tests that weren’t going to happen until the end of the school year when Voldemort was back.

She wandered slowly down the hallway, looking out for Harry—she really wanted to talk to him. She knew she couldn’t just keep being his girlfriend if he was not going to do anything. As she was looking for Harry, she saw Draco sweeping down the hallway. She caught his eye and smiled, but he just stared at her, his face expressionless. Ginny was confused—did the previous evening of talking mean nothing to him? He could have at least acknowledged her in some way. So much for being friends with him—she thought as she turned the corner towards her first class of the day.

Draco watched the redhead retreat down the corridor. He felt a little remorse at shunning her, especially after he had seen the hurt expression on her face—but he was doing what he had to do. Their little talk last night had been completely inappropriate. He was a Malfoy, she was a Weasley. He had a reputation to uphold, she had… Well… She had Muggles to love… Or something like that. Who cared if they have similar problems—it wasn’t his responsibility to deal with her life. He tried to justify his motives, but his mind kept going back to the happy smile on her face last night as they had talked for hours. She seemed completely at ease with him. And he—well, he thought she was pretty nice… And attractive… Why did she have to be a Weasley though? It would work out so much better if she were a Slytherin. Damn sorting hat. Maybe he could just meet her in the middle of the night more often. That’s still putting your reputation at risk, he reminded himself.

Draco realized that he was still standing in the hallway, watching the corner where Ginny Weasley disappeared a good five minutes ago. Draco shook his head. He had to pull himself together. It wouldn’t do for him to fall for that Weasley girl. He turned and left for his first class, trying to clear the jumbled thoughts from his head, but failing miserably.

On a Monday I am waiting
Tuesday I am fading
And by Wednesday I can’t sleep

Several days later at lunch, Ginny sat with her back to the Slytherin table, avoiding Draco. If he wanted to pretend they hadn’t talked for half the night, that was fine with her. He had been avoiding her all week, so she was now choosing to return the favor. She wasn’t going to waste her time trying to be friends with people who clearly could not get past her last name. She couldn’t help it that she was a Weasley—she rather enjoyed being a Weasley. Figures that the one person she enjoyed talking to was from the one family that hated Weasleys the most. Ginny stared blankly across the table, pretending to be interested in whatever Harry was talking about. Something about Quidditch practice… Or try-outs… It didn’t really matter—it wasn’t interesting anyway. Halfway through lunch, Harry had given up on talking to her, and he had gone into a huddle with Ron and Hermione, and they were eagerly discussing something with hushed secrecy.

She tried to get Harry’s attention, but he continued to ignore of all her actions. Ginny rolled her eyes at the Golden Trio—it really wasn’t worth it to even try to talk to Harry anymore, because even if she had, he would have just left her for those two anyway. With no remorse whatsoever, she rose abruptly and swiftly walked out of the Great Hall. She didn’t really know where she was headed, but she knew she didn’t want to spend more time around Harry right now. He might as well just leave her alone from now on—he was not worth her time. She thought for a moment more, about her potential newfound freedom—she was single again, but then, no one else liked her. She wondered what it would be like to not be attached to Harry Potter’s name, or her brothers. Desperately wishing that she could have her own identity without being alone, she tried to figure out where she was going. Her next class was Potions—maybe she would just go sit in the corridors of the dungeons. It’s not like anyone would find her there.

Draco watched as Ginny left the Great Hall in a huff. He tried not to care where she was going, but he knew he did. Finishing his lunch quickly, he left Crabbe and Goyle and strode out of the Great Hall. She was already gone, but he heard the sound of hurried footsteps heading down into the dungeons. Why is she going there? He wondered. He looked around, making sure no one was watching him, and then he descended into the dungeons.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw her turn into a classroom that was generally empty. Cautiously, he looked around for students—but after finding none he quickly headed over to the classroom and went in. He saw her sitting in the corner, her head dropped between her knees. He wondered why she hadn’t noticed his arrival—it’s not like he had tried to be quiet. He listened for a moment, and he could hear a faint sound of sniffing—she was crying. Why the hell is she crying, he wondered. She has that bloody Potter, and all her happy Gryffindor friends. But then—Potter always ignored her… Maybe that was the problem. She was a nice girl—she deserved better than Potter. Of course, Potter was such a celebrity that most thought there was nothing better than Potter. He rolled his eyes at the ignorance of the wizarding world. He quickly locked the classroom door so no one from outside would discover him here, and he walked over to the crying Weasley.

He thought warily about what he was contemplating doing—his father would forever shun him; but then, Draco did not want to follow in the footsteps of his father. It was time for him to build his own identity, separate from typical Malfoy behavior and the expectations of his father. Exhilarated, he stepped over to where Ginny was crying on the floor. She needed someone right now, she needed something that Potter was not willing to give her. Draco knew there was something wrong with her—she was lonely, she needed love and attention. She needed someone who could be there for her. He knew that Potter was none of those things, but Draco could be that for her, if he wanted to. It was time for him to break free of his father’s mold—he could still be Draco Malfoy, King of Slytherin, but perhaps he could now have a true friend; the kind he could talk to all night without being bored. The kind that cared about him.

Then the phone rings I hear you
And the darkness is a clear view
Cause you’ve come to rescue me

Ginny looked up questioningly as a robed figure stopped in front of her. She looked up, and much to her surprise, concerned grey eyes were staring down at her. He reached out a hand to help her up, and she willingly grabbed it and pulled herself up, falling against his chest. He smelt so good, she could just stay here all day and cry against him, but she knew that he probably had other things to do. Like insult her. She stepped quickly back away from him, knowing that he hadn’t intended for her to fall into his arms. She braced herself, and fearfully looked up at him, waiting for whatever insult he was about to say.

But the sharp words never came. Instead, he just looked at her, as though waiting for an explanation. He seemed to know that she was upset over Potter. All she really wanted was someone to be there for her, which Harry never was. Harry was always there for Hermione, and for Ron… But Ginny? Nope. Never. Draco reached out for her and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face.

“Ginny, are you okay?” He asked sincerely. Ginny was shocked for a moment—partially at the genuineness of his voice, and partially because he had called her Ginny.

“What do you want!?” She asked angrily. “You want to spend half the night talking, and acting like a normal human, and they you’re just going to go ignore me and treat me like I don’t exist?” He seemed a little taken aback at her sudden outburst.

“I didn’t know you cared,” he said, a smirk curling onto his face. She thought he was the same as Potter—talking to her when it was convenient for him only. He knew better though, he was more than Potter. If he could just get past her surname… Maybe he would try, just for her…

Fall, with you I fall so fast
I can hardly catch my breath
I hope it lasts

Ginny stared in surprise as Draco moved towards her and lifted her chin, his smirk turning into a genuine smile. She was entranced—she had never seen him smile before. It really was quite attractive. She gazed into his grey eyes, dreaming of running her hand through his white-blond hair. Ginny felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she allowed him to pull her closer to comfort her. She had never felt this way before with Harry—was this what you were supposed to feel with a guy? She deeply inhaled the scent of his cologne and she felt his warm arms encircling her into a hug. It was much different than the hug she had given him the day they had talked all night. If only she could just be with him. He understood how she was feeling—being overshadowed by everyone else, and forced into living up to familial expectations. She sighed deeply and buried her head into his chest.

Ohhhh
It seems like I can finally
Rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels

Draco looked down at the mass of red hair that had attached itself to him. He had just meant to offer a comforting hug, and there she was, holding on to him as though she would fall apart if he were to leave. He had to admit, he did enjoy the feeling. It was much more intimate than any hug he had experienced. He slowly reached his arms around her and held her tight, rubbing his hand on her back to comfort her. She was so small… He ran his hand up her back where it collided with a mass of ginger hair. He twirled a strand around his finger as he took in the scent of her shampoo. He felt himself tremble with pleasure as she tightened her grasp again. He allowed his hand to lightly stroke her hair, taking in the soft, silky feeling beneath his fingers.

She loosened her grip and looked up into his eyes. “Draco…” she started, “I’m sorry, I just needed—“

“Shhhh…” he cut her off, “I know.” He knew she just needed someone to be there for her, because Potter never was. He watched as she smiled and cocked her head to the side, surveying him to see if he really was the same fierce Draco Malfoy who had ridiculed her for the past 5 years.

“Thanks,” she whispered, gazing into his eyes.

Ohhhh
It’s as if you know me better
Than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

Draco cautiously pressed his lips to her forehead, wary that she might object—but she didn’t. He felt tingles run down his spine as she reached around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer to hers. He could feel her soft breath on his face.

Ginny was nervous at what she was about to do—she had never felt like this before, but Draco had all the same problems. She could relate to him, and she felt at home in his arms. Throwing all fear out the window, she captured his lips into a soft kiss. She felt his lips meld with hers as they held on to each other tightly, not wanting to let go for fear that the passion of the kiss would swallow them up whole.

She smiled as Draco’s fingers ran through her hair, and she felt as though she could finally breathe. She had found someone who knew her—who could put the pieces together and find out what was wrong, so unlike Harry. She snuggled closer to Draco, and lost herself in their embrace, wondering how it took so long for her to realize that all she needed was someone to understand her.

All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

A/N: Thanks for reading—negative or positive reviews are encouraged. :)