You're My Everything

Dear Diary


Her hair is of great radiance as I sat watching her laughing with Colin Creevy. Then the incredible trio came and spoiled everything. They snickered at me and told me to sod off...



Sighing, Draco Malfoy slapped his diary shut. Glancing at the mark on his left arm, he knew it was impossible for him to do anything. His father would be angry if he knew Draco was in love with a Weasley. He would also be in trouble with the Dark Lord.

“Mr. Malfoy?” Dumbledore’s voice snapped him up from reality. Quickly using his sleeves to cover the Mark, he stared at the headmaster.

“Mr. Malfoy, may I have you in my office?” he asked. Nodding, Draco left his dorm and followed Dumbledore to his office. Hundreds of thoughts filled his mind as he thought. Maybe Dumbledore saw the Mark? Then, as if a light bulb suddenly shone, Draco knew the answer to his misery as he quickened his pace in order to get to the office faster. Dumbledore said the password and they went up to the office. He had only been there once but he still remembered the bookshelf, work table and the phoenix. Looking around for Fawkes, he was surprised to see that Fawkes was not around.

“Where is Faw... I mean the phoenix?” he asked worriedly.

“Don’t worry Mr. Malfoy. Fawkes is currently on a mission now. He will be back soon. Back to business... Do you know why you are here?” Dumbledore asked, peering to him through his glasses.

“No. But Professor Dumbledore, do you know that I am a Death Eater?” he asked. Dumbledore nodded his head and prompted him to continue.

“Well, I am sick of being a slave, imprisoned by my own thoughts and by my evil father. I hated being the ‘bad boy’. I hated that everyone glared at me angrily or scampered away in fright the moment they saw me. I... I wanted to change sides. Be a spy. Like Professor Snape”

Dumbledore gasped slightly at his last remark but recovered quickly.

“How...”

“I overheard him discussing some Order things with you. Don’t worry. I am the only one who knew.”

Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief. Draco hesitated, wondering if he should tell the kind headmaster of his ‘crush’ on Ginny. The thought of her smile made him blush and he turned quickly to saw Dumbledore staring at him.

“Well... I will consider your offer. Please resumed your lessons Mr. Malfoy”

Draco nodded at Dumbledore and turned to leave, bumping head with the girl of his dream.
“Ouch! Watch where you're going!” Ginny yelped in pain as she glared up angrily. Her face changed into fright when she saw him and she walked quickly to the headmaster’s office. Draco watched as she closed the door of the office and thought again of her expression. She seemed frightened of him. No wonders.


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“Professor Dumbledore? You called for me?” Ginny asked as she stepped into the familiar office.
“Ah yes Miss Weasley. You see, your mother wishes that you and your brother, Ron, come home for the Christmas holiday and I am to inform you and to bring you two back. Being the best friend of Harry Potter, your brother is in grave danger of being attacked.”
Taking this into account, Ginny nodded numbly.
“If that is all, please go back to your lessons.”
Ginny turned and left the same time Fawkes appeared in a ball of fire.
“Hello Fawkes. Unless my mind is deceiving me, unless I am so old that my powers are failing me, I believed a certain Draco Malfoy is in love with the enemy of his father, Ginny Weasley. Hmm... If I am not wrong, I think he ought to be trusted. Men are often blinded by love.” Dumbledore told Fawkes as he stroked his feathers. Fawkes yawned in replied as he closed his eyes lazily.

*********
“Harry, guess what? When I reached Dumbledore’s office, I saw Malfoy leaving it.” Ginny reported to Harry.

“Oh yeah? Maybe he's in trouble again. Remember the time when he tried to hex Ron and Professor McGonagall had to send him to see the headmaster?” Hermione took the news calmly as she hooked hands with Harry and walked away, clearly ignoring the fact that Ginny had just been sent to the headmaster’s office too. Feeling angry with herself, she stormed away to her next lesson, Potions. She was so upset that she did not see where she was going and knocked into someone, causing that particular someone to spill his entire cauldron of ‘dunno-what’ potion all over her.

“Sorry...” she hung her head down apologetically.

“Watch where you're going, bitch,” a cold, stony voice replied her. Looking up, she saw Draco Malfoy trying to tidy up his mess.

“Fine. Next time remind me to wear a protective shield around me, then.” Ginny muttered as she dashed off to the washroom to undo whatever damage Malfoy did to her already-worn out robes.

****

As he watched her dash off, he felt like the biggest idiot. He called her a bitch. Argh. I guess today isn’t just my day he thought angrily. He reminded himself to apologize to Ginny before running off to the Astronomy Tower.

****



Ok Draco, here’s your chance. Say sorry and just ask her out or something,’Draco muttered to himself as he hid behind the wall, watching Ginny pacing up and down the corridor. Alone! He was going to do it. Asking girls out had been an easy task for the great Slytherin Prince, but why did it feel so different when he was going to ask a Weasley out? Probably because this time, I really am in love, he thought. No! Malfoys don’t apologize, he told himself. He briefly remembered when he was around six, no, seven. He knocked down a house-elf and he tried to apologize. He had just said sorry when his father slapped him hard on the cheek. Lucius Malfoy had told him that nothing was higher than the Malfoys. True, his father worshipped the Dark Lord, but Draco knew that deep inside his father’s evil heart, Lucius thought of himself as the highest.

Remembering what why he was lurking near the Griffindor common room, he peered out from his hiding place and to his horror, Ginny was gone. Someone tapped his shoulder. Irritated, Draco turned angrily and came face to face with an equally angry Ginny Weasley.

“Malfoy, what are you doing here?” Ginny asked questionably.

“I erm... I came to... Erm... Sorry,” he muttered before dashing off.

Huh? Did i just heard Malfoy apologizing? Maybe he isn’t as bad as what I heard, Ginny thought.

“Ginny? It's time for Transfiguration,” Colin Creevy urged. Taking her bag from the floor, she followed her best friend to the next lesson.

****

I am such an idiot! Draco thought angrily. He had a chance to apologize and ask Ginny out and he practically ruined it. It was Ginny’s fault too, he thought. If Ginny hadn't stared at him and talked to him, he probably would have asked her out. Come to think of it, it was the first time he heard her talking to him without that angry tone. Smiling to himself, he went to his dorm and began to prepare for his next lesson. Someone knocked on his door and he opened it, seeing Dumbledore.

“May I come in?” the headmaster asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“Mr. Malfoy, I have been thinking about your trip to my office yesterday. I have spoken to Professor Snape and he informed me that you, being in close contact with your father, are the one who can get us important information. However, you are also a student, which makes you vulnerable to attacks. Severus had offered to protect you, as in a guardian, and if you accept this, you will be in the Order Of Phoenix.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I am willing to accept it. Anything to defeat that creature that manipulated me.”

“Good. You must keep your identity a complete secret. If Harry and the others learn of it, they will befriend you and Voldemort will be suspicious. You do not want your task to end so soon, do you? Also, please be careful. Information had been brought to me that there are several students in this school who are secretly Death Eaters. You must be warned against them.” Dumbledore said gravely.

“Sir, do you know who?”

“Of course I do. Nonetheless, you have to find out yourself. Do not let any Order members know your identity. Some may be of spy to Voldemort just as you are spy to me.”

“But you still welcomed them?” Draco asked in awe. Is this guy mad?

“Yes. If not I would also harm them. As much as I want to defeat Voldemort, I do not wish to hurt the students. They are just the innocent sacrifice of their parents to Voldemort. I feed them information that is not false, but not true as well. They have mostly been forced on this road of no return by their parents, just like you.”

“But... They might be willing.”

“Yes, they might. But, like I’ve said, I do not wish to harm any of them. Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle are in the Order. To them the Order only consists of Harry, Molly and Arthur Weasley, Ron, Hermione and some other members. What they do not know is that Snape, Ginny, Fred and George Weasley and some other people are in the Order.”

So, Ginny is in the Order....

“Why are you telling me this? Aren’t you afraid that I might be a spy for Voldemort?”

“No I am not. By speaking of his name, you have long proven that you are loyal only to those in the good side. Ah. I must be going now. Have a nice day.”

Grinning at the headmaster, Draco sat down at the sofa thinking what a wonderful day it turned out...