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Chapter 12: Chapter 11: Falling for Ginny Weasley
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(Author’s Note) Sorry for the delay in this chapter, I wanted to post it sooner but with my new semester starting up and whatnot, I just didn’t have time to. Once again, I would just like to give a great big hug and shout out to my beta, DaisyMama. As always, feedback makes me happy.
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Chapter 11: Falling for Ginny Weasley
October 16, 1997
It had been two weeks since the most unlikely pair had begun a real relationship, and it was proving to be more difficult that they had previously thought it to be. Draco had not believed it when Ginny had warned him how hard it would be to date in secret, he had just shrugged it off in his usual cocky way. To a degree, Draco Malfoy still felt like there was no circumstance in which he didn’t have control over. He blissfully attempted to ignore the dysfunctions of his family or the controversy of his newfound love. In his mind, he was officially on top of the world. He was a pureblood wizard at the top of England’s elite, and he had a beautiful girlfriend who had managed to see past his ever-present mask of arrogance.
The conditions under which he had originally befriended the youngest Weasley, along with the fact that she is, in fact, a Weasley, was pushed to the far corners of his mind. If he looked hard, he could see himself changing over the course of the past several weeks, but the truth of the matter was that he didn’t want to see it. And besides that, he couldn’t let anyone else see it.
Draco couldn’t help but smile when he was near his girlfriend, and he couldn’t help but glow when he remembered that she really is his girlfriend. He had never had a problem with masking his emotions, but lately it was just too much. The unspoken glances in the Great Hall were not enough for the heir to the House of Malfoy. He wanted to get up from his table filled with Slytherins, walk straight over to the Gryffindor table Ginny was sitting at, pull her from her seat and kiss her senseless. The only thing that really stopped him from doing so was Pansy Parkinson’s constant reminder of how he had to be nonchalant, if not for his own safety then for Ginny’s.
Ginevra Weasley’s safety: That was one thing he would do most anything for. He had decided that a long time ago, after she had saved his life the first time.
He sighed from his Slytherin seat. For now he would just have to make due with a few unspoken glances and smiles. At least until tonight when they would meet as they usually did.
Ginny sighed as she hid her smile. She could feel him looking at her. She could feel his presence when he was in the same room as her. She wasn’t sure what it was, but her body had become completely in tune to Draco Malfoy’s essence during the past two weeks.
“Wonder what’s with Malfoy.” Ginny looked up as she heard her brother’s comment. Her expression must have mirrored Hermione’s as the brunettes next words were identical to the ones running through her mind.
“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, looking to her tall red-headed friend curiously before daring a quick glance at the object of their questioning. Ginny didn’t even dare to move her head to look at the blond Slytherin, knowing she could give everything away if she did.
“He seems downright happy about something. It’s just not natural.” Ron replied, his lips forming a grimace. Luckily, no one seemed to notice the blush as it crept up Ginny’s cheeks.
“He probably just got done torturing a first year.” Harry threw his two cents in as he shrugged his shoulders in indifference.
“Or he just seduced another unsuspecting fifth year.” Ron snorted.
Ginny sighed. When she had started falling for Malfoy, she never knew how hard it would be to keep it all undercover. “Guys, you’re talking about Malfoy. He’s probably just up to something. There’s really nothing new about that, is there?” The trio individually shrugged and Ginny chanced a glance at Draco, her heart aching to be able to just shout at the whole Great Hall how the Malfoy heir was so different from whom they all thought he was. How he was loving, and gentle. How he didn’t have the dark mark and had no desire of getting it. How he was in love with her, and how - most importantly - she was in love with him. But no one could know those finer details of their lives. The pair each went along with his years old charade, knowing that if for even one moment they forgot about it their lives could very much be over. They both knew all too well that if word of their union reached the ears of Lucius Malfoy there would be no telling what the eldest Malfoy would do.
Draco laid on his bed, staring at the plain ceiling as he lost himself in his thoughts. He loved her, he was certain of this. Of course, she already knew this, but still. Truth-be-told, Draco still wasn’t completely used to the fact that someone else held the key to his heart. He had finally allowed himself to accept that him losing himself in the eyes of Ginny Weasley was inevitable, but that didn’t help his uncertainty.
He had, of course, told no one of the newer developments between himself and the youngest Weasley. He knew, on some level, however, that he wasn’t fooling Pansy for a minute. Every time he seemed to reach a new level of happiness in the presence of others, Pansy’s foot seemed to immediately collide with his shin.
Almost as if he had summoned her by thinking of her, the main door to his chambers opened and with it came Miss Parkinson, her wavy black hair tied back in a ponytail and her skirt rolled up a time or two.
“I should have never given you the password.” He muttered, mostly to himself but she heard him all the same.
“Yes, well it’s fitting since half the school thinks I’m your girlfriend. Quite honestly, that thought makes me sick.”
He turned to look at her as he rolled his eyes. “You know, you look like a slut with your skirt rolled up like that.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She walked further into his room before taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his fireplace.
With ease, he rolled himself of the bed and made his way to sit on the couch next to his lifelong friend. “What are you doing here Pansy?”
She scoffed. “What? You mean you don’t yearn to have me spontaneously enter your chambers?” He answered her sarcastic question with only a raise of an eyebrow before she let out a laugh. “I wanted to talk to you about this relationship between you and Miss Weasley.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
“What business is it of yours?” He sneered.
“Well, considering I’ll be the one to pick up the mess your body will leave behind when the rest of the world finds out…” Her sentence trailed off. She sighed. “So how long has it been loverboy? Last we talked you two had just befriended one another.”
He glared at her for the ‘loverboy’ comment before answering her. “Two weeks. It was unexpected, and both of us tried to deny it but it all just seemed to happen.” He sighed knowing full well he was beginning to sound uncharacteristically mushy. “We kissed and it all just seemed to fit. I never expected it, didn’t even know I was capable of it, but nonetheless, here I am, falling in love with Ginny Weasley.”
The room was silent for a minute before Pansy let out a squeal. “This is just too exciting.”
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a questioning gaze. “I was thinking more along the lines of suicidal, but okay. Why are you so excited about this?”
She looked at him, completely elated with the thought of her best friend finding love. She honestly never thought it would happen. Draco had always been far too cold and closed off to really let himself fall for anyone.
She let out a small laugh before shaking her head. “I’m happy for you, that’s all. You deserve this. Let me know if I can be of any help. I really do what to sit down and meet this girl who has melted your heart.” He nodded in understanding as she stood and made her way to the exit. “Congratulations again Drake, I really can see this has been good for you.”
He rolled his eyes at his friend as she left the room. It amazed him how different the Pansy he knew was to the one everyone else knew. Though, people could probably say that about him too. He shook his head as he looked at the clock. He still had a few hours to kill before he met his girlfriend in their new location, the Room of Requirement.
Later that same evening, Draco Malfoy laid on a couch in the Room of Requirement, his arms encircling the young woman who held his affections. He let out a sigh; he had never been this relaxed with anyone in his life. He smiled as he thought of how different he was with Ginny than with everyone else he came in contact with.
She looked up at him, her head resting comfortably on his chest. “What?” Her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
He smiled again. She looked so cute when she was curious. That thought alone could make him laugh at himself. This was not the Draco Malfoy he used to know. Leaning down, he gently captured her lips in his. “Ginny Weasley, you’re horrible for my heartless reputation.” The words seemed to fall naturally from his lips as he kissed her again.
She merely smiled against his lips, whispering, “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”