Thread: The Secret [HeyThereLittleBear x Timelessmemories]

Hearing Draco Malfoy of all people state that he was actually attempting to study because he wanted to put it to good use made Ginny wonder for a moment what use he was going to put it to. All the redhead knew about the Malfoy fortune was that it was used for bribes and to get what they want that it was most likely received due to being Pureblood and dealing in the Dark Arts, which she didnt think was very admirable. But she did allow herself a small flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe the blonde in front of her would be different. Maybe he truly would be able to put the money, all that wealth, to good use instead of to bad. After all, he was still here speaking with her. That wasnt something he normally wouldve done. Nor his father. Yet he was answering her questions, and as her eyes flickered back up to him after her question she noticed that he seemed to start to talk but then stopped. Hearing him agree to actually teaching her, she couldnt help it as her chocolate brown eyes widened slightly. Her mouth seemed dry now as he moved to sit in the chair beside the one shed vacated, watching even as he called her a blood traitor but his eyes were soft, his face non threatening as he picked up her Potions book. Was this really happening? Was she really going to stay in the library and be taught by Draco? Yes, yes she was because why the hell not? She was a good student, but so was he. No one ever came to this part of the library anyway so there was no reason to think that theyd be interrupted and the truth wasshe didnt want to separate from him just yet. The moment this bubble was pierced, the second they left this area, they would have to go back to being extraordinarily harsh to one another. She would have to be willing and able to cast the bat bogey hexher specialtyon him, or at least be willing to be cruel. So for now, she wanted this. She wanted to see his soft face, his soft tone of voice, even his cool grey eyes. She needed to. Hmm, she said as she gracefully slid off of the table and walked around so she could sit back down in the chair shed vacated. As she pulled it out with one hand, she skillfully pulled it just slightly angled, that way she would be sitting closer to Draco than she wouldve been if shed left it. She then carefully sat down, only allowing herself the briefest of blushes as her leg brushed against his. Im not going to complain, but Im surprised that you are willing to help me. She said softly. In a rare moment, she looked at him, her chocolate eyes warm. Thank you. Pushing aside some of her books, she pulled out parchment, ink, and a quill. Potions was one of the classes she wasnt the best at, and she knew she should probably attempt to at least pay attention to anything Draco teaches her since this would be useful. If only it was Charms or Defense Against the Dark Arts. Then she couldvej ust pretended to pay attention and focused on the scent. She was immensely glad shed put on her mango pomegranate lotion, that she didnt smell like sweawt from the quidditch pitch. Yet at the same time she was almost wishing that he had just come from the quidditch pitch because it was taking every ounce of her to not lean over just to run her hands through his silky blonde locks. Potions first then? She asked as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She had a hair tie on her wrist, and biting her lip, she wondered what would be the better option. Should she tie her hair up so it was out of her way, or leave it down just in case she blushed again? Her face was so pale that when she blushed it was instantly noticeable. Her hair was like a curtain, the reddish-brown hair that was able to hide everything when moved just so over her shoulder. Glancing at the mans grey eyes as she shifted in the chair, her leg brushing against his again and a small electifyign feeling going through her leg, she knew what shed have to do. Down. Leaving it down was the only possible option. Setting her quill down for the moment, Ginny rested her elbow on the table, her cheek on her hand as she looked at the blonde Slytherin beside her. Malfoy, why are you deciding to help me of all people? She asked in a soft voice. You said it yourself, Im a blood traitor, you hate me and my family, so why? she smiled then. Not that Im complaining. You are far better at Potions than Dean and he doesnt really give me the time of day anyway. She muttered as her eyes flashed angrily for a moment. It was sad that she was having more of a conversation now with Draco Malfoy than she had in three days with her own boyfriend.