Kiss My Eyes

[Serinity Lynn]

When Draco falls for the youngest Weasel, he discovers more then he thought about life and friendship and laughter and love, and when the Dark Lord calls him to kill His Weasel, A surprise not only awaits him, but the trio as well. For Ginny has done what no gryffindor was brave enough to do, for love....

"Kiss My Eyes" Love is not fragile

[Serinity Lynn]

Kiss My Eyes
Chapter One
“Love is not Fragile, its bonds do not break.”



Cold grey eyes scanned around the Great Hall, searching. No one, not even his best friend could know what he was searching for. For if all of Slytherin found out, Draco Malfoy would not only be killed, but the respect of his family would go down considerably, not like it had not gone down anyway.
But that didn’t stop him from searching, from aching to find her. It was his final year at Hogwarts, and although he was doing yet another task, this time for the Order of the Phoenix, he was still hated among his peers, and his own house. The attempted murder of Dumbledore would be a mistake he would never live down. And now, he understood what it meant to be hated for everything he did.
The oak doors of the Great Hall opened and Draco felt his heart lift. Fire red hair swung to her waist, she was small framed, but he knew she was strong and would fight anything that crossed her path. Draco did notice something that caused concern within him. Her brown eyes were red rimmed and dark. Meaning she had been crying, which meant Scar Head left her alone.
“Merlin’s Beard! it’s the first week of school and they are already being stupid!” He exploded. He was sitting alone at his table, which seemed to be the normal thing now a days. Several people looked up at him, including her.
Ginny Weasely was angry. Angry at Potter, angry at her brother and his pathetic excuse for a girlfriend. Sure, she could be the girlfriend of Potter but could not fight with him, she could not help protect those she loved. She was as powerful as Harry’s mum had been, and still she was not good enough. This angered her, they had left again for their pathetic mission.
They had made her cry when they left this time, telling her she didn’t know anything. For Ginny, that was the last straw. She was going to do nothing to help them any more. She looked up at the strong, arrogant voice that floated across the nearly empty hall to her.
Brown on Grey. A whole world fell into place, even though two tables separated the two of them. Ginny knew she should hate him, but she didn’t. His eyes swam with anger and hurt, the same emotions she was sure reflected in her own. Immediately, and with out thinking, she stood up. She wanted nothing more then to stand next to him, to forget the fact that Harry was a prat and her world was falling apart.
Draco mirrored the Littlest Weasels move. He to stood up, eyes still locked on hers. They stalked towards each other, the hall silent around them. They were two enemies. It was their job to fight, their job to hate. When they stopped in the middle of the room, they just looked each other over. Neither one made a move to attack, neither one spit hateful words at each other. They regarded each other carefully, accepting.
“Weaselette.” He said, voice full of respect and kindness she was not sure he had ever been capable of.
“Malfoy.” She said his name equally respectful. He was tall, at least six feet, with a muscled body from Qudditch. His long blonde hair she wanted to run her fingers through, and his angular face she wanted to kiss. Ginny involuntarily stepped back, jolted by the feelings threatening her sanity.
“Care to join me in the kitchen? This pathetic Hall is smothering me.” He said again, grey eyes glaring around the hall.
Ginny shrugged her shoulders, she was feeling rebellious and knowing it was dangerous, the danger allured her and made her more willing to do it. Draco had never been her friend, but she was willing to risk it now. She had no friends here.
“Sure, take the lead.” She responded. Draco nodded, noticing her perfect face crinkled in thought. This girl would be the death of him, and he knew it when her saw her on the train. He turned and walked past her, not looking back, for he knew she was following. Behind them, the Great Hall disrupted into loud chatter and annoying gossip.