Destiny- Drinny

32- The Girl

Blaise sat in his house library, reading, for the tenth time, his book on potions. Before Hogwarts, his parents had made sure he was tutored in all of his subjects before starting school. His most favourite subject was potions. He wanted to become a potions maker- someone in the medical industry that could create cures for illnesses and so on.

He placed the book down when an owl appeared at his window.

Blaise, thank you for the letter help, but who says there will even be a wedding? Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be many times you can see me in action- but it won't be against those two.

Seamus is doing well- his parents are a bit worried about the while 'he who must not be named' crap, but I'm sure he'll be coming to Hogwarts after the break.

Thank you again,
Ginny

Smiling to himself, he delivered the second letter to Draco.

Ginny lay under the nights sky, tucked up in her Griffindor red blanket, her mother had knitted her when she started school. The Gilden Trio had locked themselves away in Rons room for the 100th time, and Ginny decided to do some late night star gazing.

The descendent story was slowly nipping away at Ginny, and after her Astronomy tests, she wanted to know more about the rumours more than ever. She had only told Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Theo about the subject, so she had no one to confide in at home.

Opening the book besides her, she looked over the words of the book Madame Malkin had given her with the dress. Ginny ran her finger over the binding of the book and noticed how rough it was. The fragile binding, and cracked as she turned the page, so Ginny made sure to treat it with care.

Inside, it read that Ginny had a connection with the stars, and her mood and emotions reflected the way in which they behaved. For instance, if she was happy or excited, the stars would dazzle brighter, while when she would feel sad, the stars would dim. She could talk to the stars- in the ancient times, people believed each star represented a different God- if she needed advice.

The pages continued with various different prophecies and the Goddesses past and history.

By the time Ginny had finished the book, the day was breaching dawn, so Ginny wondered back inside the Burrow, itching to tell someone of her discovery.

Dear Pansy,

YOU'D NEVER GUESS WHAT!!!
I was reading the book Malkin gave me and turns out I can talk to the stars! Yeah- the frickin stars!!! I'll be practicing for the rest of the holidays so I can show you once we get back to school. Missing you so much!!

Love Ginny x

Closing the envelope, she called her owl, Piggywigeon. The owl took it between its beak as Ginny stroked its feathers, before he flew away.

While the death eaters prowled about his house, Draco had managed to slip, unseen, into his room. School would start soon, and Draco couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole.

He walked over to the scrap book Ginny had given him, and traced his fingered over the picture of them together. He missed her so much.

He remembered how her hair felt between his fingers, as she lay her head on his chest as she read. Her beautiful melody of her voice as she spoke the words on the pages. He missed her lazy hugs, when she'd be too exhausted after a quidditch practice, and just flop onto him- normally winding him- and snuggling her head into his chest, as she'd tell him about her day. He missed writing her soppy love poems every now and then- then hearing her small awww and chuckle as she read it. He cherished her faint pecks on the cheek, her warm, soft lips contacting his cool skin. He missed the way they would loose themselves in each other, kissing with so much passion and lust, he became drowned in her. The sweet smell of honey and citrusy fruits had become a forgotten smell- one he wished to smell again.

He was still waiting on her letter; he wondered how she was. Was she mad at him? For being a death eater? Had she forgotten him and left him for Saint Potter?

At these dark times, Draco longed for her more than ever. It felt as if his heart was slowly decaying- dying now she was not here. She had been his rock since he started being dragged into his families mess- without his rock... he didn't know if he would be able to cope.

A small knock came from his door, as his mother slipped into his room.

"Mother." He said, hiding the book under a pile of clothes.

"Draco." She replied, as she sat on one of the lounge chairs in his room, "I'm so sorry your father and I brought you into this mess. If I could have went back and-"

"Mother." He said, sitting on the chair besides her, "It's okay. It is what it is." He smiled, as her body visibly slumped.

"I just- my job is to keep you safe- I feel like- such a failure of a mother." She whispered, as she tried to hold her tears.

"You are the the best mother I could think of. Please stop worrying about me." Draco said, comfortingly.

"Who is she?" She asked, smiling slightly.

"Who?" Draco asked, alarmed.

If she knew about Ginny, they would be as good as dead. A Malfoy and a Weasley had never been known to get along for centuries. If his mother knew he and Ginny were in a relationship- he'd be outcasted.

"That girl who is looking after you." She said, in a knowing voice.

"Mother," he laughed, "me? And a girl? You must be joking." He said, making sure it was quiet enough so no one outside his doors could hear.

Shaking her head, she rose from her chair, examining his room.

"You need to tidy up." She said, eyeing a tower of piled up old clothes.

"Yes, well I've been rather occupied." He chuckled lightly.

She pottered about the room, picking up stray clothes and throwing it in his washing bag. Draco sneakily scooted over to the pile of clothes that hid his book Ginny had made him, and moved it to his bedside draw, turning his back to his mother, who hovered over his desk.

"Well have it tidied before you leave for school." She said, as she neared the door.

As she was about to grab the handle,  she said,

"That Weasley girl seems to have made a great impact on you." She said, as she dangled the letter from Blaise in her hand.

Bugger. He thought.

"Oh.... er..." Draco began, but was too scared to face her.

"Draco, I'm your mother. It's okay to tell me this stuff." She said, smiling.

"Mother..." he began, "she is amazing. Everything I could have asked for, and more... it's just... we are on opposite sides." He said, sadly, in a hushed voice.

"Well your secret is safe with me. She is a pretty girl. Don't let him stop you from being happy with her." She smiled, as she dropped the letter and left the room.

Thank you for reading xx