"Malfoy's Do Not Love"
"It's been five hours, Gin," said a very solemn Ronald Weasley, tightening his cloak around him. "He's not here."
Ginny was seated quietly in the bench, her eyes threatening to tear and her legs frozen into place. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, that were pushed up against her chest. Little flakes of snow pattered in her hair, making her hair look like a fiery glow. Doe eyes searched longingly around the lake, hoping to catch a small glimpse of blonde.
"Why are you here?" asked Ginny softly, looking down at the snow covered floor.
Ron scoffed. "I was looking out the bloody window and there you were, just sitting there. I could practically see your purple lips and trembling figure from miles away. You told me that you were supposed to meet him, Gin and I don't bloody see the bastard anywhere," he answered crudely, hoping that he blasted prat would hear.
"He's just late," Ginny replied sadly.
"Late my arse," he snarled.
Ginny quivered at the sudden breeze. "He'll be here, Ron. Don't worry your little mouth."
"It's almost time for dinner," stated Ron, "let's go inside, Gin."
"No," she breathed.
Ron sighed deeply and hoisted his sister up, ignoring her whimpering protests. She was too cold and frozen to react much, so she just let him drag her into the castle corridors.
Walking slowly and looking to the floor, she felt Ronald pause slightly.
She shifted her head upwards and almost died at what she saw.
Draco and Pansy were canoodling just a few feet away from them on the floor, the Slytherins surrounding them. They were laughing about something hilarious, Draco's arm around her waist. Pansy gave him a peck on the lips, which he smiled about afterwards.
Ron, who was very sympathetic, turned Ginny the other way. "What do you have to say now, Gin?" he asked gently.
Ginny let the tears fall. "I wish he would just love me."
Ron hugged her tighter. "Malfoy's do not love," he quoted.
