7 Times I Cried For You

Chapter 1: Graceful

Ginny swayed on her feet. She felt horrible. The third love of her life had just broken up with her. Draco Malfoy. She turned her back on him. "Gin? Are you okay? Gin?" she ignored him and ran back toward Gryffindor Tower. She soon arrived at the painting of the Fat Lady. "Password?" "Blue Skies." Ginny choked out. The portrait swung open and Ginny stepped into the common room.

Through the tears that clouded her vision she saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron sitting in front of the fireplace. Ron looked up as the portrait slammed shut behind her. "Hey, Gin – what's wrong?" Ginny wiped away some of the tears but ignored Ron. She dashed past him and up the stairs to her dorm. "Gin!" Ron shouted up after her.

She shut her door behind her and stumbled over to her four-poster bed. As soon as she reached it she collapsed onto it, sobbing until her pillow was soaked through. Through her sobs she heard the door open and footsteps come over to stand beside her bed. Then a quiet voice asked "Ginny, are you okay? Did he break up with you?" It was Hermione, it had to be. Hermione was the only one that she'd told.

Hermione was silent for the next half hour until Ginny finally took a break. "Gin, did he?" Ginny didn't think she could speak so she only nodded. "Oh, Ginny. I'm so sorry. You can do so much better than, Malfoy, Ginny." Hermione wrapped her arms around the younger girl, comforting her.

Ginny spoke in a croaky voice a few minutes later, "I still love him, Hermione. I always will. He's the best that I can do. I just… can't believe that he… broke…up… with…me." Ginny started crying again. This time into Hermione's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Ginny." The older witch muttered. "Go to sleep, Ginny. Hopefully you'll feel better in the morning." With that said Hermione stood up and walked quietly out of the room. Ginny laid her head down and mumbled "Yeah, hopefully."

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Graceful. That's the one word that described Ginevra Weasley as she walked through the halls the day after Draco Malfoy dumped her. She walked into the Great Hall for breakfast and straight past him. She didn't want to see him; she didn't want to ever see him again. She plopped down at the Gryffindor Table and glared across the Hall at the Slytherin Table. A minute and a half later, stormy grey eyes lifted up from the plate they had been staring at and met the chocolaty brown ones glaring at him. He smirked at Ginny then stood and walked away.

"Woah, Gin. Are you just going to stare over at the Ravenclaw Table or are you going to eat?" asked Ron, who immediately started shoving eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and waffles into his mouth. 'What a pig.' Ginny thought. Then her mind drifted away to a certain blonde haired Slytherin.

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Little did Ginny know but Draco was standing outside the Hall talking to Blaise Zabini, his best friend, or the closest thing to a best friend that he had. "Why did I ever break up with her?" Draco groaned and hit himself on the forehead. "Mate, you said you broke up with her because she's a filthy bloodtraitor, and a Weasley." Blaise said. "Yeah, I know. But, I didn't really mean it. Blaise, I think I love her. I didn't know it until she walked down those stairs a few minutes ago." He gestured toward the marble staircase. "She looked so…so…so beautiful and….graceful." He sighed and leaned back against the wall. Students started streaming out of the Great Hall to their classes. He pushed off of the wall. Blaise and Draco headed down into the dungeons for Potions.