Surprised By Love

Chapter One

Draco's POV

Okay. I'll admit it. I love her. Really, truly love her. And I've never said a nice word to her in my life. And she'll never find out if I have anything to do with it. You see, I can't ever tell her because of my father. He thinks love is a sign of weakness. And Malfoys are never weak.

It all started back in my second year. My father took me to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies. I ended up in Flourish and Blotts at the same time Potter and the Weasleys were. Of course the Famous Harry Potter made the front page of the Daily Prophet. I told him as much before my father showed up.

Then she had to go and stick up for him. That was the first time I ever noticed her. She wasn't really much to look at. She had the typical Weasley red hair and brown eyes. But it wasn't her looks that did it in for me. No, there was something about the way she stood up to me. Yeah, I know. Potter, Weasley, Granger and most of the Gryffindor House stand up to me all the time. But it was different because it was her.

To be honest, my heart did a little flutter at the time, much to my chagrin. I ignored it, of course and did what I do best. Made fun of Potter, teasing him about his "new girlfriend". Of course she blushed and Potter looked embarrassed. Job well done.

Over the next five years, I did everything I could to get her attention, good or bad. But aside from our meeting back in her first year I didn't exist to her. She ignored me in the hallways, paid no attention to any of rude comments. I didn't even think she remembered I existed until we ran into each other on the train to Hogwarts at the beginning of my seventh year.

I was walking through the train, looking for a compartment that was empty and far away from Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy pretty much everyone.

I had just found one when I got pushed into the door from behind.

I turned around and there's innocent Ginny Weasley looking up at me through wide brown eyes.

My heart began pounding hard and I narrowed my eyes at the thought of having any kind of feelings for a muggle-lover. "Don't you Weasleys ever watch where you're going? Or can't your parents afford even one pair of glasses?" I spat out at her.

Her cheeks were tinged crimson for a few seconds before her eyes flashed fire. "Sorry not everyone is as well off as you, Malfoy. But at least I don't have to buy love!"

She pushed past me and stepped into the compartment I had just found.

I rushed in a seconds after she had. "I saw this compartment before you, Weasley. Get out."

Weasley sat back and tilted her, observing me. "I don't see your name on it, Malfoy." She paused as if contemplating something very difficult. "We can share, if you like."

I could keep looking, I thought, torn between leaving and staying. Alone. With Ginny Weasley.

As if reading my mind, she said, "There aren't any more empty compartments. Believe me, I've already checked."

Well, so much for that idea, I thought, flopping down dejectedly across from the little weasel. "Why aren't you sitting with you stupid boyfriend Finnegan?"

Weasley looked up at me sharply. "He's not my boyfriend anymore. Not that it's any of your business."

I smirked at her. "What did you dump him for Potter?"

Her eyes widened slightly and her cheeks turned red. "No!" she practically shouted. "Harry and I are just friends. Nothing more."

"I didn't think you hat it in you," I sneered. "Little innocent Weasley, cheating on her boyfriend?"

She looked away and stared out the window. "I'll have you know, it was a matter of differences. Not that you would know how relationships work."

"I've had my own share, Weasley."

She snorted and turned to me. "Shagging doesn't count, Malfoy."

I glared at her, but didn't answer. Ginny Weasley, of all people, didn't need to know that I've never, you know. Don't make me say it.

Fine! I'm a bloody virgin! Happy now?

You're probably thinking I'm a damn liar, aren't you? Well, I'm not. I've had plenty of girlfriends and plenty of opportunities. I just didn't feel like it.

Now Weasley was staring at me like I'd grown a second head.

"Nothing to insult me about? What's wrong with you?"

I leaned forward and fixed her with my most charming smirk. "Well, I'm stuck here with a Weasley. What more could be wrong?"

Weasley stood up quickly, almost hitting me in the face. "I wouldn't want to pollute your breathing space any longer," she said angrily.

The train lurched suddenly and I found the little weasel lying on top of me. She looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes. Seeing her up close, she wasn't pretty. No. She was beautiful. Large almond shaped eyes, small pointy nose, and her lips. Red, full, perfect lips. Very kissable.

And I nearly swallowed my own tongue as I watched her run hers across her lips.

Her eyes met mine in surprise. I leaned up and our lips were only a breath away. Her mouth opened and a sigh escaped her lips, tickling my own. My heart started beating rapidly and my breaths were becoming short and shallow.

Suddenly she scrambled off of me, saying quickly, "Sorry!" before rushing out of the compartment. I looked after her, trying to get my breathing back in order.

"This is far from over, Weasley."