Close Your Eyes - Drinny

Chapter 5. The Truth

Ginny turned a small coin in her hand. The coin gave her happiness, because it reminded her of all the great - but also the not-so-great - things what was going on last year. Her new friends, especially a bit loopy Ravenclaw student, Luna Lovegood, who was now a very dear friend to her and Neville. The coin reminded Ginny of the times, when DA was held and when the students had to fight with their will to learn to defence themselves against the Dark Arts. Great times, what they were. She actually missed them, even though they were quite dark times, but a lot lighter than what it was these days.

Draco Malfoy was doing something very suspicious: Harry had one day said him skipping classes or being the first one to leave from every single class. Draco wasn't seen in the dining hall anymore and the Slytherins seemed also to be wondering about his movements.

Whatever was going on with him, Ginny was sure about her feelings. After the five years she had gone to Hogwarts, she was just now able to say that she loved Draco Lucius Malfoy. She loved every bit of him. But how long had it been going? When she arrived to the school for the very first time, she had met his eyes. The moment hadn't lasted long, only a few small seconds, but it meant a lot to her and she never forgot it. Funny, how so little things can stay in a girl's mind.

***

Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley.

Draco rocked his head back and forth between his hands. He knew how hated he was, but nowadays it wasn't just the hate spreading around him in the castle's corridors. It was also distrust and doubt. Nobody seemed to want to be near him anymore.

The only person who had communicated with him in a while, was Ginny Weasley. Even Pansy Parkinson had started to ignore him whilst in the common room or in a class. But whenever Draco went to the library or walked past a class room, he found Ginny looking at him. She was, also, the only one to talk to him. Well, it wasn't a very happy conversation they talked last time, knowing it had something to do with the Dark Lord.

He had a feeling there were many things between him and Ginny that needed to be solved. He had to talk to her. But where might've she been? If she was in the common room of Gryffindor, obviously, he wouldn't get there. He clung on the hope, that he would find Ginny from the library.

Draco walked through many corridors and climbed many stairs up towards the library, which was full of people. Of course, since it was a Tuesday evening, children were doing their homework. Children, who had no idea of the near-coming raise of the Dark Lord - which would be Draco's fault.

No sign of a firehead in the library. Not even one of her friends, not even Scarhead, was there. Probably they were in their common room, doing God knows what. Perhaps it was better if he didn't know. But he wanted to know, he wanted to know it desperately. He had to find her, wherever she was or with whoever, it felt like his responsibility.

***

''It was all such a blur, honestly'', told Ron about his first Quidditch practise, which happened to be on a time with a fog. ''I barely saw anything. But I was just the Keeper, it must've been a lot harder for you, Harry. To be a Seeker in a weather like that!''

''Yeah, I have to admit, that's the worst part of being the Seeker'', Harry said with a grin. ''However, you did great, Ron. It was brilliant to watch.''

Ginny nodded and took a part in the conversation. ''At least you stayed on your broom. It didn't seem to be very easy to a few...'' She glared at the black-haired Romilda Vane, who was giggling in the corner of the room with her friends. Everyone had seen how Romilda walked to the pit, got on a broomstick and fell back to the ground instantly. Obviously she didn't get a place in the team.