One of These Days
Dedicated To: My Harry Potter buddies (AfroThunda and DiscoStacie) and all of the D/G fans out there! Oh yeah, and my D/G fan friends Jenny & Adri!
Rating: PG-13 (For implied subjects, mild language, and violence.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or other of the related characters, J.K.Rowling does, blah, blah, blah…
Summary: Ginny and Draco encounter each other in the Forbidden Forest. Their lives change after this one meeting. Ginny suffers from a rollercoaster of emotions while Draco has this odd, warm, sensation following him around. His confidence is tested but can he handle this? Ginny is in despair after Harry and Cho get together but can she find help in the arms of Trouble?
Author Notes: This is like angsty fluff, if that even exists!, Draco is mostly in character and I fear that Ginny is out of it in some parts….I hope you enjoy it!
Started: December 2002
Completed: April 27, 2004
Chapter One: Wailing Weasels
Ginny felt her tears fall onto her cheeks as she pulled her cloak closer to her body. The wind was cold in the Forbidden Forest at this time of year but Ginny didn't care. The innocent moon shined on Ginny's red hair making seem as it was a blaze. She sat by a stream that was being furiously whipped by the wind. She was splashed several times but Ginny stayed seated in her pool of pity. Her red curls were blowing behind her and she yelled out to the wind,
"Why?! Why did Harry pick that stupid prat, Cho?!"
"Why not? She's older than shallow Potter and is more mature than you, little Weasel…"
Ginny heard the voice say from behind her. Its tone was much colder than the wind. She looked down at the green lining of the persons black Hogwarts robes.
"Why are you here, Malfoy? Have you come to slaughter my ego once more?" she sobbed.
"No, that's just my day job. I work as a baker at night." He replied calmly.
Ginny turned to look at him. She raised an eyebrow at his tall stature.
"It's called sarcasm, Virginia." He scoffed.
"I knew that!" She defended, "I just didn't think that you would reply like that."
Draco walked closer to Ginny and squatted down to her eye-level.
"Didn't Mother Weasley ever tell you not to pre-judge?"
"Didn't Mother Malfoy ever tell you that economic status is nothing to make fun of?" She shot back with frustration.
Her tears had stopped spilling from her eyes but they were still dried onto her cheeks.
"No, she didn't. She doesn't believe in that."
"So that's why you're so messed up."
"At least I don't have a scar on my head and have a stupid fifth-year Weasley daydreaming about me."
"Oh! You're just jealous of Harry!"
She had him there. He was jealous of Harry but not because of his scar or Ginny. Draco stood up and threw his hands in the air.
"Jealous!? I don't want a disfigurement or you!"
Ginny sighed angrily, "What are you doing out here anyway?"
Draco smirked and laid his grey eyes on the water.
"I was going to skinny dip but you might ogle at what should be left to the imagination."
Ginny looked flabbergasted.
"Why on earth would I want to ogle at you?!"
Malfoy suddenly had an odd sensation come over him. He looked into Ginny's eyes and nearly blushed. She was so cute, with her cheeks so red and her teeth clenched tight. He shook his head and tuned his back to her.
"What's the matter, Malfoy? Hippogriff got your tongue?"
"It's cold. You should get back to the Gryffindor common room before you get sick and pass some horrible disease to everyone at school."
She stood up and walked behind him.
"Since when have you cared about my health?!" She half-shrieked.
"Who said-" Draco turned around with Ginny practically in his arms.
"I-I-I……"
What's going on? Why can't I say anything?!
He turned around and rapidly started walking towards the main entrance.
"Malfoy? What in heavens is wrong with you?"
He abruptly stopped walking and looked over his shoulder.
"Since when did you care?"
He smirked-his confidence somewhat regained-and continued walking away.
Draco made his way into the Slytherin common room and quickly hid himself in his dorm. The sixth year fell onto his bed and rubbed his face. His hair was every which way thanks to the wind and his grey eyes were wide open. The boy had really gone outside to smoke a cigarette but instead found the oddest sensation.
Draco: What is going on with me? Why was I speech-less around Weasley? Why do I have this warm, fuzzy and nauseating feeling?! Oh hell, did I just say "fuzzy"?
Ginny watched after Draco but stayed where she was until she could not see the glow of his blond hair.
"Ugh, why are boys so difficult?" she asked herself.
Ginny slowly began walking towards the huge castle that was now her second home. She ran her eyes over the ancient stature and saw a light in her dorm room window.
Ginny: Angela, Eunice, and Dana must be waiting for me…again.
She was greeted by warm, dimness when she walked inside the castle. Ginny felt quite alone trekking up the stone stairs up to the common room. She had reached the fat lady's painting.
"Gryffinpaw." Ginny whispered.
"What? No hello?" the fat lady asked.
She reluctantly swung open and Ginny walked in. She saw that the fire was still going and assumed that someone was still in the common room.
"Ginny!"
It was Ron. He ran to his sister and embraced her.
"Gin! Where were you? I didn't see you come up after dinner!"
Ron let her go and she saw that his eyes were filled with worry.
"I…I was in…."
Ginny struggled to come up with a lie.
"I was practicing my summoning charms. You know, I've got a test on Monday."
Ron nodded his head and smiled weakly.
"That's my Ginny."
Ginny: I'm not yours.
Ron sighed, "Well, we best get to bed."
Ginny forced a smile and walked up to her dorm. When she opened the door she was welcomed with tissues and chocolates.
"Were so sorry, Gin!" Angela said.
"Potter is a prat!" yelled Dana.
"I thought Harry would have seen that you'd make a better girlfriend than Chang." Confessed Eunice.
"It's okay…I'm..er…alright." Ginny lied.
She tried to keep the tears back but it only made it more obvious to her friends that she was not alright.
"I-I'm just going to go to bed." She told her friends softly.
Ginny crawled into her bed and drifted to sleep.