A/N - Hi, it's my first fanfic, and I hope it make anysense... well... pleazzzeeeeee review... I need to know if anyone read it... And by the way, all the caracters belong to the Great J.K. Rowling, not to me. ö)
A/N2 - Hey, this chapter was re-edited, and now, i's readable!!! Tahnks for the Amazing BREader, Ana!

It was Harry Potter's sixth year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Also in 6th year were Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and... Draco Malfoy. Ginny Weasley , a year younger than her brother Ron, was in her 5th year.

And it's Ginny that we see walking by herself, as she often did, in the school gardens. It was the end of the summer, and the sun had just set. Under the dark, orange streaked sky, she slowly walked around the lake.

Despite being the youngest of seven, Ginny was lonely. After some problems in her first year, the shy girl started spending more and more time alone. Whenever she wasn't in class, she liked to walk around school, watch the sunset and come back just in the time for dinner... and by the way, it was time to come back to the school... but she wasn't hungry, and, knowing it was unlikely that she would be missed, Ginny decided continue to walk around the lake.

Suddenly, she heard a low noise coming from a thicket ahead. Scared, she held up her wand and muttered: "Lumos!". Still walking slowly, she closed in on the sounds and saw a dark form by some shrubs on the shore. She went there, and, carefully, held down her wand illuminating the shadow. It was a person. A blonde one. Crying. It was... Draco Malfoy?!?

It had just turned dark when Draco Malfoy heard steps approaching him, but before he had time to run or hide, someone already was holding a wand above his face. It was the Weasley girl. He quickly dried his silver eyes, and frightened he stood up to face a confused Ginny Weasley.

"Ma... Mal... Malfoy?" - She asked?

"Yes, what's up, Weasley..." he ask, trying to look his usual insolent self. "Lost something around here?"

"Well... no... but... are you okay?"

"What do you care? Since when do you care about the bad guy?"

He looked up, gazing into her eyes. Both wore veiled expressions, not knowing what else to do. Draco was extremely scared with the idea of someone finding out that he, the bad boy from Slytherin, the strong and cold Malfoy could be lying in the grass, crying like a little girl. Ginny was shocked, how could it make any sense? Malfoy? Alone? Crying?

"Were you crying, Malfoy?" She asked quickly, before she lost the courage.

"Of course not!... well... not at all... hmm... a little.... Oh, what the hell, yes I was... Do you have a problem with that?"

She sat carefully by his side, feeling expecting to feel the wet ground before realizing that he was stretching his own cloak for her to sit on. She thanked him with a nod, and he started to talk again.

"Well... Ginny, isn't it?"

"Yes, Malfoy."

"I was just... just... testing... yeah! Testing a new spell, but..."

"Malfoy, stop lying. What happened to you? Don't worry about me spreading any rumors, I don't have any friends to tell whatever you tell me, and I don't think your situation is at all funny. I know that you hate me, and all my family, and all Gryffindors, but I think that something really serious happened to make you of all people cry... you probably need to talk, and you can trust me..."

He looked at her, surprised, and more tears run down his pale face. In a moment of insecurity , he dropped down beside Ginny and hugged her hard, sobbing in her arms. Not knowing what else to do, Ginny just held him.

"You know... ... it's so hard hang on... So hard to be me... I can't go on... I didn't want anybody to see me cry, so I came here... , no one ever comes here... "

"I always come here, to walk around..." She answer him, almost suffocated by his strong arms. He was holding onto her like a lifeline.

"Yeah, I've seen you around here before...." Draco said, in a distant tone" But you never came so close to the lake."

He pulled away from Ginny, and she could see a faint smile in his lips. His eyes were still wet, whether because of that sight or because of the chilly night, Ginny trembled a little.

"Take it" He said, giving her the black coat that he was wearing. "It has the Slytherin emblem, but you can't even see it in the dark, do you mind?"

"Sure I don't" She answered him. Smiling, she thought "If someone had told me one hour ago that this night I would be sitting in the grass, with Draco Malfoy, wearing a Slythering coat, I would laugh until I burst. But now, it seems.... kind of... natural..."

And then all become silence. When two lonely ones meet, not many words are needed to let them know that can trust each other.

"Why were you crying, Malfoy?"

His eyes become wet again. He took a piece of paper from his cloak and gave her. It was a letter. She started to read.

"Draco,

I've just received an owl, coming from the Alps. You know, it was where Narcissa as skiing. There was an avalanche, and the other 5 wizards that were with her couldn't escape. Neither could she. Her body still has not been found.

When I receive any news, I owl you again and you will come to the Manor


Lucius."

"Mal... Malfoy... I'm so sorry..." She muttered, extremely upset.

"You can't understand, Weasley. I'm crying because I don't feel a thing about it. I won't miss her... she never was my mother..."

"What?" She asked, confuse. "Are you adopted?"

He gives a small smile.

"No, I'm not... but sometimes, I wish I was..." He said in a sad tone. " You can't know what it's like... You are full of brothers... and about your parents... I've already seen the way they are with you... the owls that you always get... the presents on holidays..."

" But you always get presents too... and much more expensive than mine, I'm sure." She added, smiling.

He stood up, looking into her eyes. She could see his mouth opening slowly... than close again... Can I really trust her? He breathes making a hollow noise. Yes, I can. I'll tell her.

"I get them myself... even in my birthdays, no one remembers... ever... not even Crabbe, or Goyle... either. Not even Pansy, and she claims to like me. "

"I'm sorry." Ginny said, not sure what else to say.

Draco's eyes filled with cold fury in a second... He looked into Ginny's unbelieving face.

"You are sorry?" He gasped. "You are not sorry at all! You don't care, nor do any of your little friends care! You all just want to get together and exchange this juicy piece of gossip about Draco Malfoy... Oh, he is so stupid... so dumb... Nowhere near as smart as Mudblood Granger. Oh, how he can't play Quiditch like Harry..."

"If this really is what you think, Malfoy" said Ginny, quickly getting up. "You can take your cloak a! You talk like you know everything about me. If I really had any friends to tell what you were doing here, I just wouldn't be here to see it in the first place!" Ginny's redhead temper was clearly getting the best of her.

"See? You're already screaming at me. What's next? Run to your tower and tell everyone that Draco Malfoy lost his mom and is crying in the garden? "

He picked up his clothes and started to walk back to the castle.. She held his arm, making Draco turn around. Their faces were just inches away from each other.

"So this is your game, Malfoy?" She screamed, looking into his nearly silver eyes.

"What are you talking about? What game? Are will going mad, Weasley?"

"No, I'm not, and if you really think that I will fall for this "I'm bad' act, you've got another guess coming!"

He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close once again. Burying his face in her hair, he said, barely audibly "Please... help me..."