My Immortal

Chapter One: Who Am I?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!

Summary: A meeting one night between Draco and Ginny have them thinking about each other more than ever. Read on and see what happens. This will be set in Ginny's third year and Draco's fourth year, but nothing that happened in the book will happen here. I hope ya'll enjoy.

This story is the result of 42 two hours of listening to My Immortal, 14 cups of coffee, and half a box of candy canes. Enjoy!

"The most forbidden love is the love that is the strongest felt." Amber Mangus

It was freezing out, and Draco quickly wrapped his cloak tighter around himself. The moon stood high in the sky, majestically, among the sparkling stars that created a silluote on the frost felt ground. Draco leaned with his back to his favorite tree, trying to ignore the world. All he wished to do was close his eyes, and feel what it felt like to be free of burden; to be able to walk through the castle without curious eyes following him, without whispers in his departure from a room. That's all he really ever wanted, was to be treated as someone who wouldn't turn out like his basted of a father. Of course no one looked past the image of his father; no one ever took the time to really get to know him. Not that he would let anyone, he was a rock; never let emotion go or show that was his motto.

Letting his eyes search the beautiful castle, Draco wished more than ever that he could find sanctuary from it like the other children. He saw the way people looked at it, like it would protect them from anything that came their way. How wrong they were! A war was coming and it wasn't about sanctuary, it was about choosing a side. Draco chose his side, no matter how much he didn't want to. It wasn't like Potter and Weasle would welcome him with open arms into their precise fight against the dark side. The only other option he had had was to join the Dark Lord. It was the only way Draco could protect himself, and that's all that mattered to him.

Another burst of cold air swept over him and Draco stood ready to go inside, when he saw a figure walking across the grounds. Stepping back into the shadows, Draco watched as the persons stood at the front of the lake throwing rocks into its calm water. Judging by the small frame and feminine walk, it was most likely a girl. Not wanting to have a confrontation with anyone, Draco turned quietly towards the castle, when he heard the girl murmuring softly. Curious, Draco turned and strained his ears to hear what she was saying.

"Bloody git of a brother.. How dare he boss me around like a bloody two year old. I'll show him!" The voice was soft, but it still had an edge to it. The voice sounded strangely familiar, so Draco stepped closer to the person. Red hair stood out against the soft light the moon portrayed and Draco felt himself groan.

"Weasley."

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Quickly Ginny ran out of the Common room and down the corridor. She couldn't take it any more, all the secrets all the lies. No one trusted her with anything, and she was tired of being left out. She was tired of walking into a room, and everyone would go silent, waiting for her to leave. Bursting out of the doors, she ran quickly across the grounds towards the lake.

Picking up a few rocks, she tossed them with all of her might into the calm waters. All she ever really wanted was to be free of all the burdens her family put upon her. She loved her family and friends with all her might, but sometimes she felt like a shadow in their presence. Not to mention the way Ron was always treating her like she was a kid. Ginny could talk being ignored, but she couldn't take being talked to like she was two!

"Bloody git of a brother.. How dare he boss me around like a bloody two year old. I'll show him!" Ginny softly murmured to herself. Picking up another rock she brought her arm back to throw it, when she heard as twig snap behind her.

"Weasley." The voice was cold, dripping with venom, and Ginny knew exactly who it was. Holding the rock tighter in her hand, she slowly turned, coming face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy. As if this night couldn't get any better.

"Go away ferret." Turning back to the lake, Ginny hoped that Draco Malfoy would for once just turn and walk away, but as she heard his sneer, Ginny knew that he would never leave her alone. She was too tired to fight tonight. She was tired of fighting, she just wanted to curl up in a shell, where she didn't have to deal with the world, especially Draco Malfoy.

"Now Weasle, why would I do that? Especially when your suck and easy target." Picking up another rock, Ginny held it tight between her fingers.

"Say what you wish Malfoy, but I'm not in the mood to exchange insults with someone who isn't even worth my time." Letting the rock fall to the ground, Ginny turned to walk back up to the castle, when she felt a cold hand grab her shoulder. Turning to face Malfoy, Ginny tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp, but it was useless.

"Now Weasle, didn't your mother teach you to have respect for you betters? Seeing as about have the population of the Wisarding world is your better?" He wasn't going to leave without a fight, so Ginny was going to give him one. Grasping his hand with hers, her eyes now blazing with fury, she yanked it away.

"What gives you the right to even think you can put your hand on me?! I may not have your money, clothes, or fucking mansion, but I have more than you'll ever have. I have a mum and dad who love me, friends who care about me, and most of all I don't fight for a murder! Run back and play with your death eater friends Malfoy, because you're never going to amount to anything else. And don't you ever put your hands back on me, I can't even stand to look at you much less touch you! Your scum, and you make me sick!" Malfoy's face was red and his breathing was hard, but Ginny didn't back down. She stood matching his cold stare, ready to take anything that he threw at her. It seemed that he wasn't going to say anything, so Ginny turned to walk back up to the castle, when she felt hands on her shoulders. Before she knew what was going on, Malfoy had picked her up, one hand behind her head and the other behind her knees. To shocked to reacted, Ginny just laid in his arms still as a stone. The next thing she knew, she felt her body being engulfed by a freezing cold. Opening her eyes, gasping, she sat in the lake dripping from head to two. Starring at him through her soaked hair, she saw his all too familiar smirk.

"Your think you're so clever Weasle, that you know everything. You say I'm scum for choosing to be a death eater, but at least I've chosen a side. I know who I am, where I stand, do you? I see you following your brother and his friends, but you don't fit in. Your just little Ginny Weasley, the person to pathetic to find herself some real friends, or the little red head who is scared of her own shadow. Who are you, Weasle?" Ginny sat, too shocked to speak. Watching Malfoy walk away, she just sat in the lake thinking about what he said.

Finally, she pulled herself out of the muddy water, dripping wet, but that was the least of her problems. As she made her way back to the Castle, she couldn't help replay Malfoy's question over and over again. Stopping at the front doors, she let her fingers linger on the handle repeating the same question in her head. Who am I?

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Draco sat at breakfast the next morning, trying not to think about what the youngest Weasley had said to him. What did she know anyway? She had never lived one day in his life, she didn't have to put up with his father. Scanning across the Gryffindor table, his eyes found the unmistakable red hair and freckles of Ginny Weasley. She sat, her eyes down cast, picking at a piece of toast. She looked how he felt, confused and annoyed. He didn't know exactly how she did it, but she managed some how to look innocent all of these years. Most girls grew out of their innocent smiles and large innocent eyes, but she didn't. If he didn't know her or that she was a Weasley, he might almost feel sorry for her. Almost. Large brown eyes locked with his, and they stared at each other, neither one wanted to break the contact. It was as if they were trying to understand each other, seeing what made the other one tick.

"If I didn't know you better Draco, I'd say you were having a staring contest with the Weaslette." Pulling his eyes for hers, Draco nodded his head towards his friend Blaise.

"Good thing you know me better." Blaise sat next to Draco, and grinned.

"Wouldn't it be the funniest thing, a Malfoy and a Weasley!" Blaise demonstrated a shocked expression, by bringing both hands to his face and making his mouth a huge O. Draco couldn't help but grin at his best friend's behavior.

"I wouldn't say funniest, but disturbing yes." Shrugging his shoulders Blaise turned back to his food and Draco was about to do the same thing when he heard a shrill voice calling his name.

"Oh! Draco I was so worried about you! You didn't come in last night, and I didn't see you this morning!" Pansy placed a hand over her heart, in an over dramatic gesture. Draco rolled his eyes, and was about to tell her to go away, when a voice drew his attention across the Great Hall along with everyone else's. A very red Ginny and Ron stood yelling at each other.

"Ronald if I wish to go swimming in the middle of the night, it isn't any of your business! I don't bug you, Harry, or Hermione about what you talk about do I?" Draco watched as Ron's face grew even redder.

"You.. I .. You ..," A bunch of Slytherines snickered at the red head.

"No I don't, so just mind your own business!" With that Ginny stormed out of the Great Hall leaving Ron embarrassed and confused.

"I tell you one thing mate, she has a temper as fiery as that red hair of hers." Draco nodded his head in agreement, and turned his attention to the doors she had just run out of. Their was a lot of things he didn't know about the littlest Weasley.

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She was pure evil, and Ginny knew it. Ron had just asked her a simple question and she had gone of on him like he had read her diary and placed it in the Daily Prophet. Not to mention on top of everything else potions with Snape was horrible! Usually she did well and paid attention, but not today. She had been to preoccupied thinking about what Malfoy had said to her. So when Snape had asked her to tell him what the proper ingredient was for the sleep drought, she had drew a blank. Malfoy was the one to blame for her behavior. Ever since their conversation she couldn't stop thinking about what he had said to her. How dare he try to act like he knew her? He didn't even know one thing about her. Then why did the little voice in the back of her head keep telling her he was right? Shaking her head, Ginny started the climb to Gryffondor

Tower. It was time for her to apologize, and most of all time for her to get Draco Malfoy out of her head.

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Hope that was a good first chapter. It sure took long enough! I hope I kept them in character enough, and it was descriptive enough. Well, hope to get chapter two with ya'll as soon as I can.

Love Amber