What is Love?
AN: Here's my newest story...it involves Ginny and her love problems...I kind of got tired of the HG/DM love thing, because evryone does it AND, I hate leaving ron left out...so I did this....I hope you enjoy! BTW, this is a joint story, I will be writing it with my friend SaTink...she's known for The Dare, Last Year Lotsa Fun, and many more. R/R!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters...just the plot!
Summary: After Charlie's wedding, Ginny Weasley, 15 years old, is going crazy, desperate for answers. What is love? She had never been kissed, and only had a couple of boyfriends. So how will she know when she finds the one?
Chapter 1
He stooped down on one knee and picked up her left hand. "Julie, I have known you since my first year at Hogwarts. You've helped me out of trouble way too many times. When we must part, it is hard for me to let go. I don't think I could live without you by my side. It's painful when we fight, but worth it because of all the make-ups we've had. Julie, I have loved you since the day that you convinced my mum it was little Fred that made the food disintegrate once it touched our plates." He took a deep breath. It was now or never. Julie was crying. "Juliette Nicole Watson, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Charles Weasley. Yes I will!" She jumped up and they shared a passionate kiss. Her blond hair fell a little past her shoulders as they held each other lovingly; not noticing everyone else around them were applauding. They were in a rather fancy restaurant, and everyone had been watching intently.
"Congratulations, Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley cried a few hours later. "My first son to get married!" Then she headed for Julie. "Oh Julie! I always thought you'd be the perfect match for my son!" She was crying harder now. "Ever since he was a little baby you—."
"That's enough, Mum." Charlie said sternly, glad he stopped another embarrassing baby story. "If it's ok with you, Julie and I would like to discuss our wedding plans."
"Oh, oh, oh! Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley cried after her son, sounding similar to an owl. "Let me help. How about an outside wedding? Or by the water? Or on the beach?" As she bustled after them, Ron, Fred, and George laughed at their mom behind her back.
"You watch," Fred said once out of audible range. "Mum's going to be mental by the end of the wedding."
In the meanwhile, Ginny Weasley, 15, sat at the table thinking. Her brother, most favorite brother at that, had fallen in love. But...how did he know? How was he sure Julie was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with?
She pondered this while she drank the rest of her tea. Ginny knew she would have to get an early start tomorrow. Guests would be arriving. She decided to wear her scarlet Gryffindor short sleeve tee, and matching gold skirt. She liked to show off around Harry, (giving she fancied him) and loved to model her new outfits for her best friend, Hermione.
The next morning Ginny got up at around 6 o'clock to put on a pot of tea. She saw Charlie sitting at the kitchen table, with some already boiling. "Hey sis," he responded looking not at her, but at his tea.
"How'd you know it was me?" She asked casually as she poured a cup of tea then slid in the seat across from him.
"I guess I could just tell." He smiled. "Plus, you and I are the only ones that could easily get up in the morning.
Ginny giggled. "Yea, I guess you're right. But why are you up so early? Are you thinking about the proposal?"
"Well that, and whether I did the right thing. I mean, I love her and everything but—."
"I think you should be having this talk with Dad," Ginny interrupted. She wanted to help him, but knowing that she knew nothing about love, she couldn't. Remembering this, Ginny got up and went back to bed.
It was nine o'clock when Ginny woke up again, and still no body arrived. She decided to get dressed now, remembering what happened exactly five years ago when her crush had arrived unexpectedly in her kitchen. Still in her nightclothes, she ran back into her room not showing herself for the rest of the day.
Ginny shivered at the thought as she put on the finishing touches of her ensemble. "Perfect," she said as she looked in the mirror surprised at how ravishing she looked.
Before Ginny knew it, everyone was up, and her mother was preparing breakfast. "I sure hope Harry's alright." Ron said for the fiftieth time that summer. Every morning Ron would get up, slump into the kitchen, and mumble the same sentence hoping someone would get the right mind and save him from his evil guardians.
"Oh, hush-up, Ron." Mrs. Weasley said tired of his monotony. "You know he is due to arrive any moment now. CRACK! Almost as if summoned by the gods, Harry apparated with Remus Lupin and Alastor (Mad-eye) Moody, close friends of the family.
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "What happened?" He added noticing how rugged they all looked.
"Have you been fighting?!" Mrs. Weasley shouted though mostly to Lupin and Mad-eye. "Now really," she started, putting her hands on her hips. "Was that necessary?"
"It was, Molly." Mad-eye said taking off his bowler hat and setting it on the table. "We told those damned relatives of Harry to lay off him!" Moody's right eye was magical and began swiveling insanely.
"And then," Lupin added, "we didn't hear from Harry for about eight days." Mrs. Weasley gasped knowing what was coming next. Sensing this, Lupin added, "We were gentle with them, really." Harry nodded in agreement.
"Hey Harry!" Charlie said as he came down the stairs. "How are the Dursley's treating you?"
"Worse than your dragons are treating you." Harry said melodramatically.
"Ouch." Charlie said. "That bites."
Ginny found herself gawking at Harry. He had such beautiful green eyes. And the way his hair fell sloppily on his head seemed almost too perfect to be true. The summer also appeared to have changed him because not only did he get more handsome, but he also appeared to be growing facial hair. Ginny sighed at what she knew she couldn't have. His body was so perfect.
"Harry, Charlie's engaged!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "We're going to have a wedding by the water with loads of people and—!"
"Mum!"
She put on her utmost apologetic face, and then said, "I'm sorry, dearest. I am just so proud. My little Charlie."
As Mrs. Weasley left, Harry asked rather boyishly, "So, who's the lucky chick?"
Later that day, Hermione arrived so Ginny had someone to talk to. She loved telling Hermione her little girl problems, because they always happened to Hermione first. Ginny remembered last summer when she started her period. Having lived in a house full of guys, she didn't know who to turn to. And talking to her mother was embarrassing because she couldn't keep a secret. So when Hermione finally arrived, she spilled her guts.
Today, while in her room, she did the same thing. "Harry's gotten even more gorgeous!"
"I'll bet you didn't think it was possible, did you?" Hermione giggled.
"And look at you!" Ginny exclaimed as Hermione blushed. "Is that makeup? I'll bet Ron's bound to have noticed you. I'll bet that's exactly why you did it. Isn't it? Isn't it?"
"Now that's enough!" Hermione said going deep red. "I know you have this theory that Ron and I like each other, but we don't. I...I...d-don't." She appeared to be convincing herself, not Ginny.
They both laughed so hard at this, that Ron and Harry came in. "What's up with you two? Catch a fit or something?" Ron asked sitting on the end of Ginny's bed.
Trying to conceal her laughter, Ginny said, "Nothing."
Meanwhile, Harry had been taking Ginny in. Enjoying what he was seeing, Harry said, "So, Ginny, you have changed...a lot."
"She has?" Ron asked aghast that Harry was checking out his baby sister.
"Well, yeah." Harry answered gesturing towards her breasts.
Upset by this, Ginny crossed her arms attempting to hide them, all the while blushing furiously. Hermione covered for this by saying, "That's not the only thing about her that's changed, Harry," sending him a nasty glare. "She's gotten taller, prettier, and smarter."
"Yea ok." Harry said attempting to shut her up. "C'mon, Ron. That bacon smells good."
"What was that about?" Ron asked once in the kitchen.
"What ever do you mean Ron?" Harry answered innocently, helping himself to a piece of bacon.
"Well, talking about my sister's...my sister like that."
"I'm sure you've noticed them, Ron. They're kind of hard to miss." Harry said, smiling in a perverted way.
"I guess you're right. They kind of popped out of nowhere. I didn't know they grew so quickly."
Harry laughed. "Well hell, Ron! What about Hermione? Hers are twice as big, and she's had them twice as long. I know how you feel about—."
"Now that's ENOUGH!" Mrs. Weasley had just walked into the kitchen, rather pink in the face. "I never thought my son would ever act in such a rude and boyish manner. Not that I blame you, Harry," she said in a sweetened tone. "It's just this son of mine!" She grabbed Ron by his left ear, and dragged him up the stairs into what appeared to be the master bedroom. Mr. Weasley was reading, and looked up when he saw his wife burst in. "Talk..." she started, breathing heavily. "To your son." After that, she locked the door, and Ron slumped into a chair knowing exactly what was coming next.
Smiling, (as always) Mr. Weasley said, "Son, I want to talk to you about the birds and the bees."
Dinnertime
"What's the matter, Ron?" George asked, snickering with Fred. "You look a little pale."
"Yea Ron," Fred started. "Did you hear a breast-full?"
"FRED!"
"Sorry, Mum. Ron knew what I meant. I really meant mouthful." At that, everyone laughed except Molly and Ron. Even the father of the house, Arthur, snickered a little.
"Now that's enough. If you two don't stop this bickering, you'll all go to bed without dinner!" Molly yelled, disappointed in her children. Then, in a motherly tone, added, "Except for you three" she motioned towards Hermione, Julie, and Harry. "You can have as much as you want. You're guests in this house, and you should be treated as such."
Julie giggled. "Thank-you Mrs. Weasley." Ginny thought at first that Julie giggled because she was obliged that her mother complimented her. But it turned out, as she looked over on that side of the table, that Julie was giggling because Charlie was nuzzling against her. He appeared to be kissing her neck as well as whispering in her ear.
Ginny felt a little tingly imagining someone doing that to her. It was so romantic.
"Could you two get a room?" Fred said angrily. "It's kind of hard to eat while the person sitting next to you is making kissing noises!"
George was sitting on the other side of Julie, and started making kissing noises. Julie, obviously uncomfortable, pulled up her shawl, attempting to cover herself more.
"You know," Charlie said. "For adults you two are pretty immature."
"Yes, Charles dear." Fred started speaking like Julie but talking to George. "Any thing you say Charles dear."
"Yea ok, Julie." George answered speaking like Charlie. "Anything I say? Then why don't you consider getting a job?"
"But Snookums," Fred said. "I have a job."
"I mean a real job. One that doesn't involve prancing around London and handling people's packages."
Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and Charlie all choked on their food, even though only Hermione, Charlie, and Mrs. Weasley were appalled. Everyone else, (with the exception of Mr. Weasley and Julie) laughed out loud.
"Julie," Mr. Weasley said completely serious. "I didn't know you worked in the Muggle world!" When everyone gave him looks of confusion, he added, "Well, you're a mail man...right?"
Without finishing dinner or excusing herself, Julie ran upstairs to Charlie's bedroom, crying.
"Was it something I said?" Arthur, Fred, and George all said in unison.
The next morning Molly Weasley brought Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione school shopping. Ginny, (as predicted) had gotten Prefect, so they went celebrating as well.
This year they once again required dress robes, so Harry bought Ron some nice ones. He also bought Ginny some, as well as a fancy Gryffindor necklace to match. "Trying to lead her on," Hermione thought disgustedly to herself.
This summer, was when the golden trio were finally almost legal. As a result, they were allowed to apparate and disapparate around the place. Harry and Ron practiced whenever possible, but Hermione thought it immature. So, while Harry and Ron went to visit Fred and George's store, she stayed back with Ginny.
"Hey Ginny, what's the matter?" She asked noticing her absent gaze. "Giiiineeee?" She asked again waving her hand in her face.
"Yea?" Ginny finally answered.
"What's—?"
"Did you notice how many couples there are around here?!" Ginny asked a little louder than she meant to.
"Umm, no." Hermione said looking around. "Well maybe there's some event going on that we don't know about." When Ginny gave her the 'yeah right' look, Hermione added rather sadly, "or...maybe not."
"Some day my prince will come...Some day I'll find my love." Ginny sang under her breath.
"Ginny? Is that Cinderella you're singing? Please tell me you were watching it with a very young Muggle cousin of yours."
"Yea...well...Cinderella and I have a lot in common. Now where was I? Oh. Some day my prince will come...Some day I'll find my love...And how thrilling that moment will be...When the prince of my dreams comes to me...He'll whisper I love you...And steal a kiss or twOUCH! Jeeze you bloody bastard, watch where you're going!" She bumped into someone and got ice cream on her blouse.
"You better watch it Ginny." It was Malfoy. "Maybe if you weren't singing so loud you would..."
"Oh don't start, Draco! You knew exactly where you were going. Why don't you watch it!?" Ginny said wiping off the ice cream.
"You're right. With your fireball read hair, and Granger's bushy...mess, I shouldn't have missed you at all. And with that howling, you could've warded off werewolves."
Ginny and Hermione exchanged uneasy glances at this, and then Hermione said, "Oh shut it, Malfoy!"
"No Hermione, it's ok. Draco just doesn't know what it's like to be nice to anyone. All because when he was younger, he wasn't loved. No one in his family has ever sung him to sleep, or kissed him goodnight. In reality, Draco is just a spoiled, hormonally tested, evil pure blood obsessed, little unloved pompous bastard. And he suffers from it." With that said, she turned on her heel and left with Hermione following.
"Who cares?" Draco called after them, his voice cracking. His eyes were heavy with tears. Ginny turned around. "I still have more money than you."
"Draco, your parents are so filthy rich, that they buy your love. Frankly, I'd rather be poor and loved than rich and hated...by all." Ginny left Draco very close to tears.
"Come on Draco," Lucius Malfoy said to his son. "We're leaving...what's the matter with you?" He added seeing his son's face. "Fix your robes, you are embarrassing me."
A/N: That was chapter one, I hope you enjoyed it!! Look out for chapter 2! It'll be written by my buddy, SaTink 06.
Fredluvr489
AN: Here's my newest story...it involves Ginny and her love problems...I kind of got tired of the HG/DM love thing, because evryone does it AND, I hate leaving ron left out...so I did this....I hope you enjoy! BTW, this is a joint story, I will be writing it with my friend SaTink...she's known for The Dare, Last Year Lotsa Fun, and many more. R/R!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters...just the plot!
Summary: After Charlie's wedding, Ginny Weasley, 15 years old, is going crazy, desperate for answers. What is love? She had never been kissed, and only had a couple of boyfriends. So how will she know when she finds the one?
Chapter 1
He stooped down on one knee and picked up her left hand. "Julie, I have known you since my first year at Hogwarts. You've helped me out of trouble way too many times. When we must part, it is hard for me to let go. I don't think I could live without you by my side. It's painful when we fight, but worth it because of all the make-ups we've had. Julie, I have loved you since the day that you convinced my mum it was little Fred that made the food disintegrate once it touched our plates." He took a deep breath. It was now or never. Julie was crying. "Juliette Nicole Watson, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Charles Weasley. Yes I will!" She jumped up and they shared a passionate kiss. Her blond hair fell a little past her shoulders as they held each other lovingly; not noticing everyone else around them were applauding. They were in a rather fancy restaurant, and everyone had been watching intently.
"Congratulations, Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley cried a few hours later. "My first son to get married!" Then she headed for Julie. "Oh Julie! I always thought you'd be the perfect match for my son!" She was crying harder now. "Ever since he was a little baby you—."
"That's enough, Mum." Charlie said sternly, glad he stopped another embarrassing baby story. "If it's ok with you, Julie and I would like to discuss our wedding plans."
"Oh, oh, oh! Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley cried after her son, sounding similar to an owl. "Let me help. How about an outside wedding? Or by the water? Or on the beach?" As she bustled after them, Ron, Fred, and George laughed at their mom behind her back.
"You watch," Fred said once out of audible range. "Mum's going to be mental by the end of the wedding."
In the meanwhile, Ginny Weasley, 15, sat at the table thinking. Her brother, most favorite brother at that, had fallen in love. But...how did he know? How was he sure Julie was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with?
She pondered this while she drank the rest of her tea. Ginny knew she would have to get an early start tomorrow. Guests would be arriving. She decided to wear her scarlet Gryffindor short sleeve tee, and matching gold skirt. She liked to show off around Harry, (giving she fancied him) and loved to model her new outfits for her best friend, Hermione.
The next morning Ginny got up at around 6 o'clock to put on a pot of tea. She saw Charlie sitting at the kitchen table, with some already boiling. "Hey sis," he responded looking not at her, but at his tea.
"How'd you know it was me?" She asked casually as she poured a cup of tea then slid in the seat across from him.
"I guess I could just tell." He smiled. "Plus, you and I are the only ones that could easily get up in the morning.
Ginny giggled. "Yea, I guess you're right. But why are you up so early? Are you thinking about the proposal?"
"Well that, and whether I did the right thing. I mean, I love her and everything but—."
"I think you should be having this talk with Dad," Ginny interrupted. She wanted to help him, but knowing that she knew nothing about love, she couldn't. Remembering this, Ginny got up and went back to bed.
It was nine o'clock when Ginny woke up again, and still no body arrived. She decided to get dressed now, remembering what happened exactly five years ago when her crush had arrived unexpectedly in her kitchen. Still in her nightclothes, she ran back into her room not showing herself for the rest of the day.
Ginny shivered at the thought as she put on the finishing touches of her ensemble. "Perfect," she said as she looked in the mirror surprised at how ravishing she looked.
Before Ginny knew it, everyone was up, and her mother was preparing breakfast. "I sure hope Harry's alright." Ron said for the fiftieth time that summer. Every morning Ron would get up, slump into the kitchen, and mumble the same sentence hoping someone would get the right mind and save him from his evil guardians.
"Oh, hush-up, Ron." Mrs. Weasley said tired of his monotony. "You know he is due to arrive any moment now. CRACK! Almost as if summoned by the gods, Harry apparated with Remus Lupin and Alastor (Mad-eye) Moody, close friends of the family.
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "What happened?" He added noticing how rugged they all looked.
"Have you been fighting?!" Mrs. Weasley shouted though mostly to Lupin and Mad-eye. "Now really," she started, putting her hands on her hips. "Was that necessary?"
"It was, Molly." Mad-eye said taking off his bowler hat and setting it on the table. "We told those damned relatives of Harry to lay off him!" Moody's right eye was magical and began swiveling insanely.
"And then," Lupin added, "we didn't hear from Harry for about eight days." Mrs. Weasley gasped knowing what was coming next. Sensing this, Lupin added, "We were gentle with them, really." Harry nodded in agreement.
"Hey Harry!" Charlie said as he came down the stairs. "How are the Dursley's treating you?"
"Worse than your dragons are treating you." Harry said melodramatically.
"Ouch." Charlie said. "That bites."
Ginny found herself gawking at Harry. He had such beautiful green eyes. And the way his hair fell sloppily on his head seemed almost too perfect to be true. The summer also appeared to have changed him because not only did he get more handsome, but he also appeared to be growing facial hair. Ginny sighed at what she knew she couldn't have. His body was so perfect.
"Harry, Charlie's engaged!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "We're going to have a wedding by the water with loads of people and—!"
"Mum!"
She put on her utmost apologetic face, and then said, "I'm sorry, dearest. I am just so proud. My little Charlie."
As Mrs. Weasley left, Harry asked rather boyishly, "So, who's the lucky chick?"
Later that day, Hermione arrived so Ginny had someone to talk to. She loved telling Hermione her little girl problems, because they always happened to Hermione first. Ginny remembered last summer when she started her period. Having lived in a house full of guys, she didn't know who to turn to. And talking to her mother was embarrassing because she couldn't keep a secret. So when Hermione finally arrived, she spilled her guts.
Today, while in her room, she did the same thing. "Harry's gotten even more gorgeous!"
"I'll bet you didn't think it was possible, did you?" Hermione giggled.
"And look at you!" Ginny exclaimed as Hermione blushed. "Is that makeup? I'll bet Ron's bound to have noticed you. I'll bet that's exactly why you did it. Isn't it? Isn't it?"
"Now that's enough!" Hermione said going deep red. "I know you have this theory that Ron and I like each other, but we don't. I...I...d-don't." She appeared to be convincing herself, not Ginny.
They both laughed so hard at this, that Ron and Harry came in. "What's up with you two? Catch a fit or something?" Ron asked sitting on the end of Ginny's bed.
Trying to conceal her laughter, Ginny said, "Nothing."
Meanwhile, Harry had been taking Ginny in. Enjoying what he was seeing, Harry said, "So, Ginny, you have changed...a lot."
"She has?" Ron asked aghast that Harry was checking out his baby sister.
"Well, yeah." Harry answered gesturing towards her breasts.
Upset by this, Ginny crossed her arms attempting to hide them, all the while blushing furiously. Hermione covered for this by saying, "That's not the only thing about her that's changed, Harry," sending him a nasty glare. "She's gotten taller, prettier, and smarter."
"Yea ok." Harry said attempting to shut her up. "C'mon, Ron. That bacon smells good."
"What was that about?" Ron asked once in the kitchen.
"What ever do you mean Ron?" Harry answered innocently, helping himself to a piece of bacon.
"Well, talking about my sister's...my sister like that."
"I'm sure you've noticed them, Ron. They're kind of hard to miss." Harry said, smiling in a perverted way.
"I guess you're right. They kind of popped out of nowhere. I didn't know they grew so quickly."
Harry laughed. "Well hell, Ron! What about Hermione? Hers are twice as big, and she's had them twice as long. I know how you feel about—."
"Now that's ENOUGH!" Mrs. Weasley had just walked into the kitchen, rather pink in the face. "I never thought my son would ever act in such a rude and boyish manner. Not that I blame you, Harry," she said in a sweetened tone. "It's just this son of mine!" She grabbed Ron by his left ear, and dragged him up the stairs into what appeared to be the master bedroom. Mr. Weasley was reading, and looked up when he saw his wife burst in. "Talk..." she started, breathing heavily. "To your son." After that, she locked the door, and Ron slumped into a chair knowing exactly what was coming next.
Smiling, (as always) Mr. Weasley said, "Son, I want to talk to you about the birds and the bees."
Dinnertime
"What's the matter, Ron?" George asked, snickering with Fred. "You look a little pale."
"Yea Ron," Fred started. "Did you hear a breast-full?"
"FRED!"
"Sorry, Mum. Ron knew what I meant. I really meant mouthful." At that, everyone laughed except Molly and Ron. Even the father of the house, Arthur, snickered a little.
"Now that's enough. If you two don't stop this bickering, you'll all go to bed without dinner!" Molly yelled, disappointed in her children. Then, in a motherly tone, added, "Except for you three" she motioned towards Hermione, Julie, and Harry. "You can have as much as you want. You're guests in this house, and you should be treated as such."
Julie giggled. "Thank-you Mrs. Weasley." Ginny thought at first that Julie giggled because she was obliged that her mother complimented her. But it turned out, as she looked over on that side of the table, that Julie was giggling because Charlie was nuzzling against her. He appeared to be kissing her neck as well as whispering in her ear.
Ginny felt a little tingly imagining someone doing that to her. It was so romantic.
"Could you two get a room?" Fred said angrily. "It's kind of hard to eat while the person sitting next to you is making kissing noises!"
George was sitting on the other side of Julie, and started making kissing noises. Julie, obviously uncomfortable, pulled up her shawl, attempting to cover herself more.
"You know," Charlie said. "For adults you two are pretty immature."
"Yes, Charles dear." Fred started speaking like Julie but talking to George. "Any thing you say Charles dear."
"Yea ok, Julie." George answered speaking like Charlie. "Anything I say? Then why don't you consider getting a job?"
"But Snookums," Fred said. "I have a job."
"I mean a real job. One that doesn't involve prancing around London and handling people's packages."
Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and Charlie all choked on their food, even though only Hermione, Charlie, and Mrs. Weasley were appalled. Everyone else, (with the exception of Mr. Weasley and Julie) laughed out loud.
"Julie," Mr. Weasley said completely serious. "I didn't know you worked in the Muggle world!" When everyone gave him looks of confusion, he added, "Well, you're a mail man...right?"
Without finishing dinner or excusing herself, Julie ran upstairs to Charlie's bedroom, crying.
"Was it something I said?" Arthur, Fred, and George all said in unison.
The next morning Molly Weasley brought Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione school shopping. Ginny, (as predicted) had gotten Prefect, so they went celebrating as well.
This year they once again required dress robes, so Harry bought Ron some nice ones. He also bought Ginny some, as well as a fancy Gryffindor necklace to match. "Trying to lead her on," Hermione thought disgustedly to herself.
This summer, was when the golden trio were finally almost legal. As a result, they were allowed to apparate and disapparate around the place. Harry and Ron practiced whenever possible, but Hermione thought it immature. So, while Harry and Ron went to visit Fred and George's store, she stayed back with Ginny.
"Hey Ginny, what's the matter?" She asked noticing her absent gaze. "Giiiineeee?" She asked again waving her hand in her face.
"Yea?" Ginny finally answered.
"What's—?"
"Did you notice how many couples there are around here?!" Ginny asked a little louder than she meant to.
"Umm, no." Hermione said looking around. "Well maybe there's some event going on that we don't know about." When Ginny gave her the 'yeah right' look, Hermione added rather sadly, "or...maybe not."
"Some day my prince will come...Some day I'll find my love." Ginny sang under her breath.
"Ginny? Is that Cinderella you're singing? Please tell me you were watching it with a very young Muggle cousin of yours."
"Yea...well...Cinderella and I have a lot in common. Now where was I? Oh. Some day my prince will come...Some day I'll find my love...And how thrilling that moment will be...When the prince of my dreams comes to me...He'll whisper I love you...And steal a kiss or twOUCH! Jeeze you bloody bastard, watch where you're going!" She bumped into someone and got ice cream on her blouse.
"You better watch it Ginny." It was Malfoy. "Maybe if you weren't singing so loud you would..."
"Oh don't start, Draco! You knew exactly where you were going. Why don't you watch it!?" Ginny said wiping off the ice cream.
"You're right. With your fireball read hair, and Granger's bushy...mess, I shouldn't have missed you at all. And with that howling, you could've warded off werewolves."
Ginny and Hermione exchanged uneasy glances at this, and then Hermione said, "Oh shut it, Malfoy!"
"No Hermione, it's ok. Draco just doesn't know what it's like to be nice to anyone. All because when he was younger, he wasn't loved. No one in his family has ever sung him to sleep, or kissed him goodnight. In reality, Draco is just a spoiled, hormonally tested, evil pure blood obsessed, little unloved pompous bastard. And he suffers from it." With that said, she turned on her heel and left with Hermione following.
"Who cares?" Draco called after them, his voice cracking. His eyes were heavy with tears. Ginny turned around. "I still have more money than you."
"Draco, your parents are so filthy rich, that they buy your love. Frankly, I'd rather be poor and loved than rich and hated...by all." Ginny left Draco very close to tears.
"Come on Draco," Lucius Malfoy said to his son. "We're leaving...what's the matter with you?" He added seeing his son's face. "Fix your robes, you are embarrassing me."
A/N: That was chapter one, I hope you enjoyed it!! Look out for chapter 2! It'll be written by my buddy, SaTink 06.
Fredluvr489