If He Only Knew (Drinny)

Malfoy

Hi. This is my first ever fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it and I based it on my favourite pairing Drinny. I don't own the characters unfortunately although I wish I did. 

Ginny Weasley was entering her second year. For her, this year would be a lot tougher. With all the rumours and conspiracy theories that she was the Slytherin heir. Also the fact that she knew this year she had no one. When she'd dreamed of Hogwarts as a child she'd always pictured herself standing next to her brother and his two best friends. But things didn't exactly work out like that. Ron and his friends didn't even acknowledged her existence most of the time, all she had was Tom. She hated admitting this to herself but she missed him, she missed having someone who would actually listen to her.

She would be more mad at the golden trio as people called them, but she couldn't I mean how could she when her crush was one third of that group. He saved her last year, which only made her love him even more.

Ginny's POV

It's been months since I've actually spoken to someone, except the occasional talk with Hermione. Nobody wants to be friends with me and I can see why, it's my fault all those attacks happened last year. I didn't mean for them to happen, Tom was controlling me. Tom... I hate him now but in my own way I miss talking to him.

Oh god slytherins. I turn around and start to walk in the direction I came from, which you can't blame me for doing all they do is bring up the fact that it was my fault.

"Weasley." I winced at the harshness laced into his voice, and knew exactly what was coming. He always goes and wrecks my day. It's what he does best. Unfortunately I was already in a very pissed off mood as I had just come out of a detention from Snape and a fight with Ron.

I turned around anyway. There he was, him and his goons, with a pug faced Parkinson next door to him sniggering.

"Not going to try and kill another Mudblood again are you? But this time all we ask is that you actually finish them off this time." Parkinson snorted out loud and grabbed Malfoy's hand, which he held in his own in an instant. I was now fully distracted from what he said next as I was to busy with the mental image of Malfoy trying to get rid of the clingy pug in the future, because I bet he'll just get annoyed with her in the end.

I just shook my head to get rid of the image and turned on my heel to walk away.

"Nobody walks away from me." I heard him shout before he hit me from behind with a spell. Diffindo to be precise, which splits things in two, and with that my bag split open. I was absolutely livid, I took my wand from my robe pocket and fixed my bag with a quick reparo. There vile laughters echoed through the hallway and with that I pointed my wand straight at Malfoy and shouted Levicorpus. With that Malfoy was dangling by his ankles in mid air, I burst out laughing, one because Malfoy was just dangling there, two because of the look upon his face, three because of shriek Parkinson had made.

"Put him down." She cried at me, I'm not even kidding tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"No." I replied.

"Please he could die, all the blood is rushing to his head." I could help it I had to laugh at her how over dramatic can one person be. Her, Crabbe and Goyle had to be one of the thickest people she knew why didn't they just to something to help him they all had wands.

"Good." I said to her. She just sunk to her knees and started balling her eyes out. I decided then what Weasley was I if I didn't mess with Malfoy, so moving my hand about he started to fly in all directions towards. This made Parkinson cry even more.

"Please just put him down."

"Okay" With that I dropped him from his position on the ceiling to the floor, I didn't do any charms to help him. I just simply let go. Meaning he fell like ten foot, and better yet he landed on top of Parkinson. My day just got ten times better.