Letters To Love

DISCLAIMER!!! Unfortunately, I do not own them....but I own two dogs!!! I guess they will do for now!! :)

Chapter Two

Ginny gave a tremendous yawn as she sat up in bed. Light was streaming through the tower window, letting the radiance pour on to her bed. As Ginny reached over to turn her clock back towards the bed, she found a black rose sitting on her bed stand.

“Now what’s this,” she pondered out loud. Her clock said it was after 10 am, meaning she was the last one up again. “Gosh, I’m so glad it’s Sunday.” Being cautious and extremely gentle, Ginny picked up the dark rose. As she lifted it to her nose, she saw a note that was lying underneath it. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the folded bit of parchment. Her full name was across it in beautiful script. Curious, Ginny opened it.

~Virginia Weasley~
I decided to get you something to match your beauty. Unfortunately, I could find no such object. I hope this rose can somehow make up for it. I’ve placed a spell on it so it will not wilt and it doesn’t need water.

Sincerely,
Your Admirer

Ginny sat astounded. ‘Who in the world’ she thought incredulously. She sat staring at the beautifully written note and the exotic flower. ‘Who would do this’ she asked herself. Ginny was thinking so hard that she didn’t hear the door open behind her.

“Gin, you ever coming down?”

Ginny turned to face her friend at the sound of Hermoine’s familiar voice. Her hair was much less bushy and she had grown into a beautiful woman. Ron couldn’t have been happier with her either. Hermoine’s sharp eyes-so used to catching the smallest details in a book-immediately found the rose and the note.

“Merlin, Gin,” Hermoine exclaimed.

“I know.”

“Where did you get it?”

Ginny just slid her the note. She held the rose tenderly as she watched Hermoine’s face. Hermoine handed her the note back with a grin plastered across her face.

“Who do you think it’s from,” she asked as she plopped down on the bed beside Ginny.

Ginny just shrugged her shoulders. In all honesty, however, she had all ready thought about that and a pair of ice blue eyes constantly swam in front of hers. She couldn’t help but think he did this. ‘But why’ she asked herself. So lost was she in her own thoughts that she missed what Hermoine said.

“I’m sorry, ‘Moine. I missed that.”

Hermoine gave her an understanding look. “I said, maybe it was Harry. We know he feels deeply for you.”

Ginny only nodded as she stood up off her bed. “Well, I’m going to get dressed. I’ll see you at lunch.” Ginny started to collect her toiletries as Hermoine left. Her shower was welcoming and comforting. Ginny pulled her hair into a ponytail, all a small chunk of her bangs to hang next to her face. She put on a pair of black jeans with a white tank top, surprised that it still fit. She had gotten it last year and she had grown quite a bit. Of course, it was too big last year.

When Ginny got to the common room, she saw it was empty. Glancing at her watch, Ginny saw she only had a few minutes left until lunch officially started. Not wanting to be too late, she leapt out of the portrait hole and raced through the halls. As she sped around the last corner, Ginny slammed into something very solid and fell straight on her backside.

“Ow,” she mumbled. Wondering what on earth she ran into, Ginny let her eyes find the offending object. When she found platinum blonde hair and blue eyes gazing levelly at her, she couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips.

Draco stared at her with unwavering, expressionless features. He was in a pair of black jeans and a long sleeve black shirt that was slightly tight. Ginny’s breath hitched slightly at how attractive he looked standing there. She didn’t even think to stand up.

To her amazement, Draco held out his hand in front of her face. Uncertain, Ginny lifted her small hand and placed it in his. His hand grasped hers, tightly, pulling her up. Their hands stayed connected a little longer than they should have, both apparently a little unwilling to let each other go. Finally, and a little awkwardly, they let go of each other.

“Are you ok,” Draco asked. His face was still unreadable, but his eyes and his voice were tinged with a slight concern. Ginny almost couldn’t find her voice when she realized he was being sincere.

“I’m fine,” she finally managed to whisper. “I’m sorry for running into you.”

Draco gave a noncommittal grunt and started to stroll past her. Ginny watched him walk away, but before he could round the corner, she called out to him. He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Ginny said, just loud enough for him to hear. Draco turned back a little further now, his eyebrow raised in inquiry. “For the rose,” she clarified, only a tad softer.

At those words, Draco refaced the direction he had been heading in. He muttered some unintelligible words before walking away. Ginny watched him with focused eyes. When he was out of view, she remembered that she was supposed to be in the Great Hall, eating lunch.


Draco finally decided what he would do. It was a very round about way of letting Ginny know he was interested, but she seemed too innocent to be straightforward with. Finally having a plan, Draco headed out for a sheltered, private place on the Hogwarts’ grounds. He hunched down very near to the ground and began waving his wand in a very complicated pattern.

In mere seconds a beautiful black rose had grown. Very carefully, he plucked it out of the ground. Murmuring a complex spell, he waved his wand over the rose. His eyes lit with satisfaction as it glowed a soft blue. Next, he took out a piece of parchment and wrote a secret admirer’s note to Ginny. He didn’t think she could find out who sent it to her until he deemed it time to tell her.

Folding the parchment up and laying the rose on top of it, Draco waved his wand on last time. With a small flash, the rose and note were gone, straight to Ginny’s bedside table. Draco stood up and decided to go to the prefects’ bathroom for a nice soak in the giant tub. He avoided going through the Great Hall so he didn’t have to deal with the staring. Everyone wanted to see the boy who had almost killed Dumbledore. ‘That must be how Potter felt’ he thought to himself.

As he was walking, the sound of rushing steps hit his ears. Thinking the person would look where they were going, he continued on. All he saw was a flash of auburn hair before something collided into him. The force caused him to step back a bit, but the other person fell.

As the girl of his new affections tried to come to grips with what happened, Draco recomposed himself, pulling on an emotionless mask. Ginny had finally glanced up at her obstacle and gasped. Draco couldn’t specifically tell what from. Acting rather impulsively, he lowered his hand to help the small girl up.

Draco felt a pleasant tingle jolt through his body when she laid her hand in his. He couldn’t help but try to be gentle when he saw how slim she truly was. They stood silently for a second; his blue eyes boring into her brown orbs. Draco knew he was rather tall at six foot three, but he was surprised when this slip of a woman came up to his shoulders. That made her easily five foot ten. ‘She really takes after Ron’ he thought.

“Are you ok,” he asked, hoping his tone didn’t reflect his emotions. He tried to keep his face indecipherable.

“I’m fine.” Her soft voice barely touched his ears. Ginny never once wavered from watching his countenance. Draco couldn’t believe anyone would be willing to even look at him after what he had done. “I’m sorry for running into you.” Ginny’s voice was continuously soft and, strangely, alluring.

Draco, not trusting himself to talk, just gave a noncommittal grunt before walking past Ginny. He caught a hint of her scent; something between nutmeg and ginger. It was very exotic. At the sound of her angelic voice, his body acted on its own. His legs refused to move as his head turned in the direction of the pleasing music.

“Thank you,” Ginny whispered out. Slightly surprised that she would thank him for that simple act, Draco turned a little further around. “For the rose.” Draco rejected the idea to ask how she knew or even try to deny it. Instead, he just faced back in his intended direction.

“Only the best for you,” Draco muttered, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear him. Feeling uncomfortable with the sudden fluttering of new emotions, he walked towards the prefects’ bathroom. He growled to himself as he realized this would be his second cold shower in only two days.