Through Her Eyes

A/N: This is an idea I've had for a long time, but I've never been able to get it all down on paper. I've been working on it for a few months, and I already have a few chapters written, but I'd like to see what you all think of the first chapter before I post more.

I know there will be some people who won't like this idea, so I would like to make it clear at this point that this story takes place during the six and seventh books and a few years later. This story also contains direct quotes and scenes from J.K. Rowling's writing.

I don't own Harry Potter.

I hope you all like it, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!! I would really like to know what you think.


Her desk, as usual, was covered in files and paperwork. The trashcan was piled full of rough drafts she had thrown away and the few plants sitting on her bookshelves looked wilted and dead. Her bookshelf in itself was a problem. The books were stacked in weird piles, threatening to topple over at any moment. A small table by the door held another wilted plant and a few scattered, framed pictures of her husband and children. Hermione sighed at the sight as she walked into Ginny's office and said "Do you still want to go to lunch?"

Ginny looked up from a parchment and said, "Um, what? Oh, yeah, sure, give me two minutes." She bustled out from behind her desk, shoving some files into a drawer and locking it. After grabbing her bag she said, "I'm ready, let's go."

The two women walked out of the office and into the elevator, discussing the day's events. They had a weekly tradition: through both of their busy schedules, they would set aside one day a week to have lunch. They had been best friends for years. Even after they had both been married, they had just become closer. This could be because Hermione was married to Ginny's brother, Ron, and Ginny had married Hermione's best friend Harry Potter. But whatever the reason, Ginny was grateful of Hermione's friendship.

Ginny glanced at the reflection the silver elevator doors projected back at her. With a sigh she straightened her hair and adjusted the collar of her white blouse. She had been stressed over the past few weeks and it was showing. Her clothes were now loosely fitting her, a consequence of her sudden weight loss and her face looked older. New wrinkles circled her eyes which looked tired. Her red hair, however, was as red as ever. The dark red locks had gained more of a curl since she and Harry had moved their family into flat in downtown London.

She and Hermione exited the Ministry building and walked a few blocks before entering a small cafe. They took their usual table by the window and ordered their food before sinking into quiet, comfortable conversation.

"So, how is Albus doing in school?" Hermione asked, sipping her tea.

Ginny shrugged, "Harry and I aren't really sure anymore. Albus seems to think that writing to his parents is 'uncool'. He rarely writes to us. Neville wrote to tell us he heard Albus made the house Quidditch team. He's just like his father." Ginny raised her glass to her lips, poised to take a drink when the door of the cafe opened slowly. The little bell over the door clinked as it opened.

His platinum blonde hair was unmistakable. He glanced around the cafe, obviously looking for a table when his eyes landed on Ginny. The shock of seeing her was plain on his face and he froze, letting the door slam shut behind him. Hermione jumped at the noise and turned to see what Ginny was looking at. A soft, disapproving 'hmm,' escaped Hermione's lips and she turned back around quickly saying, "Ginny, stop looking at him."

Ginny, not listening to Hermione, kept her eyes locked to Draco's. Finally he pulled his gaze away from hers; pulling the door back open for the skinny, primped blonde woman, who was, in no doubt, his wife. Ginny wasn't quite sure which wife this was. She could never keep track of how many wives he had gone through in the past 20 years. This was either wife 5 or 6. Rumors had been floating around about his recent divorce, but she hadn't paid much attention to any of the rumors lately.

Draco led the woman to a table at the opposite wall of the cafe. When the two seemed to emurse themselves in conversation, Ginny reluctantly pulled her eyes back to Hermione, who was staring at her, obviously irritated.

"Ginny," Hermione started, sighing, "I still don't quite understand what's going on."

"Nothing is going on," Ginny half whined, "It's just," she paused, "Well, um, never mind."

"No," Hermione said, "Tell me what happened. Every time you see him you get all weird, I want to know the truth."

Ginny sighed, "Fine, but you can't judge me, and you have to promise not to tell Harry."

"Ok," Hermione said, setting down her fork and looking attentively at Ginny.

"Well," Ginny started...


Ginny kissed Dean swiftly saying, "Come on, let's get back to the common room, I have a lot of homework to finish."

Dean pulled her back and kissed her again saying, "Your homework can wait a little, can't it?"

"No, I've been putting it off for days," Ginny tried pulling away from him, but he kept her close, "Dean, seriously, let's go."

"Fine," Dean let his arms drop to his sides and he stormed out, leaving Ginny to rush after him. Half way to the Gryffindor common room Dean seemed to change his mind and he slowed, allowing Ginny to catch up with him. He grasped her hand gently, smiling down at her. She forced a smile across her face and then looked away, irritated. Upon reaching the portrait Dean muttered the password and stepped back to let Ginny enter.

As they walked in Dean put his hand on her lower back, guiding her into the common room, "Don't push me please, Dean," Ginny said, annoyed, "You're always doing that. I can get through perfectly well on my own."

"Don't be such a drama queen Ginny," Dean snapped back.

Ginny sneered at him and walked away, leaving him alone in the portrait hole.


Later that evening Ginny pushed her books and finished homework off her bed and collapsed face-first into her pillows. Her muscles relaxed for a few minutes before she sighed and pulled herself back out of bed. Grabbing her towel and bath bag she quickly glanced at the clock and then smiled. It was past 11. She could sneak into the Prefects bathroom. Hermione, feeling guilty about ditching Ginny with Fleur that summer, had given her the password. The halls were empty and dark. Her feet made almost no sound on the stone floor and her shadow was gently cast against the tapestry clad walls.

After muttering the password she slipped into the bathroom. Luckily, it was empty. She hung her towel by one of the shower stalls before slipping out of her clothes and folding them neatly on one of the benches. The hot water skimmed down her body as she pulled the shower curtain shut. Tipping her head back, she sighed. Once again her muscles slowly relaxed, but this time she did not tense again. Instead, she lazily poured some shampoo into her hair and massaged it into her scalp. Next came conditioner and after she had rinsed it out she simply stood under the water, leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed.

A slam made her eyes snap open and she peeked out of the shower curtain. A quick glimpse of his blonde hair made her pull back into the shower and curse silently to herself. After quickly turning the water off she reached out and grabbed her towel, hastily wrapping it around herself. He was leaning against one of the sinks, muttering to himself.

She managed to silently step out of the shower and make it half way to her clothes when he spotted her reflection in the mirror, "Weasley?"

She took a deep breath of air before whipping to face him and snapping, "What Malfoy?"

"What are you doing in here? You're not a prefect," he asked, his voice clear of any rude sneers.

"I-I," Ginny stumbled on her words, "I, um, wanted to just have a relaxing shower instead of using the showers in the Gryffindor common room. It gets crazy in there."

"Oh," Draco said quietly. He opened his mouth to say more, but instead let out soft hiss. Grasping his forearm he cursed quietly and said, "Well, get back to your common room, Weasley, before I have to take points away."

Instead of doing what he said, she did the opposite and approached him. When she came in view of his arm, she gasped and said, "Oh my gosh."

"Weasley, get out," he snapped, "This isn't your business. If you tell anyone what you saw, I'll kill you."

Once again she ignored him and grabbed her wand from her pile of clothes and said, "What did you do?"

"It's none of your business," he hissed, trying to push her away, "Don't try to get involved, it's too dangerous." There were multiple things about her current situation that surprised Ginny. For one, she was with Draco Malfoy in a bathroom, clad only in a towel. Two, Draco had a long gash along the inside of his forearm. And three, probably most surprisingly, his arm was free of the Dark Mark.

"Malfoy," she started, but he cut her off.

"Weasley," he caught her gaze with his own, "Please, get out." His eyes pleaded with her, "Just leave me alone."

Taking a breath she said, "No."


It was raining. Puddles were slowly forming on the Hogwarts grounds. The sky was a gorgeous cloudy grey, casting shadows over the normally green trees.

Ginny Weasley was late for Herbology. Professor Sprout had taken a large group of students to the greenhouses just five minutes earlier, under a large magical barrier to keep them all dry. Ginny, who had run from the Gryffindor common room, stared out at the rain, debating on skipping Herbology or not.

After a sigh she pulled her robes up over her head and tucked her books deep in her bag. Her mother would murder her if she failed Herbology. She made it about halfway to the greenhouses when a large streak of lightning crossed the sky. She quickly changed direction and ran to a small stone ruin. Even though she had passed it almost every day on her way to Herbology, she never really paid any mind to the ruin, but, luckily, it had solid walls and a roof, only allowing the rain to drip in through the open doorway.

She sighed and sank against the wall, letting her bag thump to the floor. Her head flopped back against the wall and she closed her eyes. The past few weeks had been horrible. Her professors had been pushing her to do well on her OWLs.

Soft squishing noises slowly made their way closer to the little ruin, soon causing Ginny to open her eyes. A few moments later another black cloaked figure stumbled in, panting and dripping wet from the rain. Ginny almost groaned when Malfoy emerged from under the cloak, shaking rain from his hair.

"Malfoy?" Ginny said quietly, making him jump.

"What the hell Weasley, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he snapped.

Ginny smiled and said, "Not yet."

He chuckled and smirked back at her asking, "You got stuck in the rain too?"

"Yeah," she shrugged, "But I don't mind missing Herbology."

After glancing out at the rain, Malfoy walked farther into the room, glancing around the walls, "I've never noticed this place before." He slid down the wall opposite from her to sit down.

"Yeah, I didn't either," she said quietly. She watched him wipe a few droplets of water off his forehead with his sleeve. It took her a moment to realize he wasn't wearing his uniform. He looked up at her, a question forming on his lips, but when he noticed her looking back at him he froze. Ginny bit her lower lip shyly and said, "Um, hows your arm?"

"My what?" he asked.

"Your arm," she said, gesturing to his arm.

"Oh," he pulled up his sleeve, examining the smooth pale skin, "its ok. There's only a small scar."

"Sorry," Ginny said, quietly, "I'm not too good at healing charms."

"Its fine," he smiled softly, "I suppose I deserve a scar for being so stupid."

"What did you do?" she asked quietly.

"Um," the small smile dropped from his lips and a concerned look crossed his face, "I, um, was practicing charms with Crabbe and Goyle. They always mess up."

"Oh, ok," Ginny said quietly.

Once again they were thrown into awkward silence. The rain padded gently against the roof, but still didn't enter. Suddenly Draco said, "Do you know what?"

"Um, what?" Ginny asked, surprised.

"I think I like you better in a towel," he said seriously. A burst of laughter escaped Ginny, but just as quickly she held in her laughter, embarrassed at her outburst. A blush swept across her face and she tried to sink further into the shadows to hide her face.

She finally looked up at him, surprised and said, "You're not the kind of guy I thought you were."

A small smile crossed his lips, "A lot of people say that." He glanced out at the rain and said, "It seems to be letting up. Do you want to make a dash back to the castle?"

"I don't want my books to get wet. I think I'll just wait here until it stops," Ginny said shrugging.

"I can cast an impermeable charm on us so we won't get wet," he offered.

"Wait, if you can cast an impermeable charm, why didn't you do that before?" she asked.

He shrugged, "I needed an excuse to see you."


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