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Chapter 3 – Interhouse Unity.

Ginny

I was sat in the library today at lunch I was supposed to be doing Snape the slime ball essay on moonstone and their properties I wish I had someone to copy of like my git of a brother does. Stupid Ron. Stupid hermoine. Stupid everything. Ugh. Essays make me angry, especially when there hard. I might ask pansy if she has still got hers from last year yeah that's a good idea or maybe Blaise or Draco. I started thinking about Draco how it all started. How it began. That was a sad day for me with a slightly better ending. Ever since then my dreams usually revolve around Malfoy. Some about how it should never happen and some about some definite advantages to keep it going. Wink wink. Nudge nudge. How it began...

Flashback

I sit shaking in the dark corner, silent tears streaming doing my scarily uncommon pale face. It was silent, almost too silent. It was so...eerie. That would have usually made me quite nervous but it only registered in the back of my mind. I was too busy just sitting there. I was already distraught and terrified enough for that to have no effect. I guess I should be used to it by now but every time I end up back here, back at the second floor deserted charms classroom. How could they? Howfuckingcould they? I constantly ask myself that question. I am too emotional. This should have no effect anymore. I should be numb. But unfortunately I see I don't get that pleasure. See how bad it actually is. I think being numb is a pleasure. No, I'm too emotional. Not in a good way though. Not all happy smiley, all broken and crying. I am truly surprised I haven't cried myself out. I started sobbing as the thoughts replay in my mind. The huge figure looming over the heap on the floor, which so happened to be me. The pain that was shooting through my body. The- My thoughts got broken off. Footsteps, Filch was my first thought so instinctively I stifle my sobs, cast a delusion charm on myself, and then duck behind the desk anyway. Just in case. I hear the door open with a creek. Absentmindedly I wonder why none of the teachers fix that with magic. I am scared to be found but hey detention might get me out of they would do to me for a night. Suddenly I was overcome with emotion and at exactly the wrong time I let out a small whimpering sob. Damn! My timing is horrendously shit. More footsteps. Then I could feel his eyes bore in to mine he flicked his wand and the delusion charm was gone. He kneels next to me and holds me. Strokes my hair and murmurs inconsequential mutterings until I calm down enough to talk. I settle, eventually then turn towards him and kiss him gently on the lips and whisper

"Thank you, Draco."

With that I stand up brush myself down and exit out of the creaky door without a backwards glance.

End of Flashback.

Draco

Flashback

"Mr. Malfoy you will be patrolling the second floor charms corridor if you please." Severus Snape said with a slight acidity to his tone. Usually he is pleasant to Draco. Well as pleasant as Snape can get. It's actually quite a funny story. Me and Blaise convinced Miss. Infelix that the old slime ball loved her and she turned up in just a robe in his office. He was outraged with us. It was Hilarious.

"Yes Sir." I replied and headed up to the second floor. Making a quick detour to the kitchens on the way I might add. Mmm...Powder Doughnuts are like life. There delicious. Almost as delicious as girl juice. If you know what I mean. I was lost in my thoughts when I turned onto the charms corridor. It was dark already probably about hmm... 9 o' clock maybe? I was expected it to be deserted because all the Slytherins use the dungeons/outside, The hufflepuff 5th floor/Greenhouses, Ravenclaw's 6th and 3rd and Gryffindor, though I'm surprised they actually have balls, 7th and 1st. No-one uses the 2nd so I'm pretty happy to have got it. Last time I was on duty I was nearly traumatised, scarred for life. Longbottom was going at it with Ernie McMillan from Hufflepuff. I was almost sick. Imagining breaking that up!

But then I heard it, sobs. Why was there someone crying? I detest people who cry, they are weak. Well unless they have reason obviously. People who cry over detention and finding a dead hedgehog on the grass. They are the ones that I don't like. But with reason like my mother has- I stopped there I was not going to think about that.

My feet carried me to where the sobs were. They had stopped though now. I pushed open the big wooden door and heard it creak. Absentmindedly I wonder why none of the teachers fix that with magic. I scanned the room and found no-where there I was about to turn around when I heard a little whimper like sob from behind the desk. I briskly stroll over almost positive I would come face to face with a first year who forgot their homework or lavender brown, as I almost always do, drowning in self pity. When I arrived there was nothing there so I ruled out first years, they can't cast disillusionment charms and lavender brown, and she always wants everyone fawning over her. Attention whore. I flicked my wand and there hugging her knees was the last person I ever would've guessed it was the fiery, fierce, flirty Ginny Weasley. I was stunned partly because this was unlike the famous weasley tempered girl and partly because she was, with no doubt, amazingly gorgeous. Pretty face, stunning eyes, amazing figure, big boobs and attractive waist length blood red curls. Not the horrible orange of her brothers and once again unlike her she had absolutely no freckles. Her skin was a ghastly pale though, not its usually supermodel pale, like shit! I've seen a ghost pale. But at this school that very possible with the Bloody Baron (Slytherin), The Grey Lady (Ravenclaw), The Fat Friar (Hufflepuff) and Nearly Headless Nick (Gryffindor). She looked terrified. She looked like my mother after everything that happened to her, I couldn't shout at her, I couldn't leave her, and I couldn't put on that usual mask that I usually put on. She needed someone to be there. And I was the only person, I had to help her. I knelt down beside her and held her in my arms, the poor girl shook with sobs and it put a strain on my heart. I hated seeing her like this. I like the fiery redhead that always fights and subtly flirts with me, the girl that is always full of witty banter. I started muttering incoherently and inconsequentially, trying everything I could to make that trade make Slytherin smirk appears on the Gryffindors face. After quite a long while she calms down and looks up at me. She gently kisses me on the lips it's like someone has electrocuted them, like a pleasant spark though not painful. She stands up.

"Thank you, Draco." she whispers through unmoving lips.

Then walks straight out of that creaky door without a backwards glance, leaving me stewing in my thoughts. Thoughts of the embrace, thoughts of the kiss, thoughts of the weasley girl.

End of Flashback.

To this day I wonder why she was crying that night but she will never ever tell, well at least not to me.

A/N: - Chapter three done. Longest chapter so far and I really hope I can keep these chapters as long. Sorry about the multiple narrator thing but I thought you might want to know both sides of the stories on that part. This was set at beginning of October in Ginny's 4th year and Draco's 5th one. Thank you for reading. You can review if you like :) it would make as very happy in fact as happy as that smiley face over there. YAY! Please R&R!

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Heather – The Weasley Wonderess