AN: Well, you asked me to write a sequel, so here it is. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy
As Ginny sat up, her first thought was that she was going to be late for class but when a calendar appeared on the bedside table, she realized that today was Saturday. It was already nearly noon, but she decided to sleep in a bit since she could always study later. After all, her essay could wait a bit, and she hadn't slept that much. She lied down and closed her eyes, but images of the night before filled her mind. Everything was a bit blurry but she could swear that it was Malfoy who had been with her a few hours ago.
Why had he done it? Of course, she knew that he was the type who would have no remorse sleeping with a girl then just abandoning her. But it wasn't him who had been squirming with pleasure. No it was her. Just the thought of it brought a smile to her lips. Yes, it definitely was her.
Deciding she couldn't sleep anymore, she got up. At that moment, a door appeared. She went to open it and found a bathroom. Not a magnificent one like the prefect's but a bit larger than the one they had in their dormitories. She got in and closed the door.
Once she was showered, Ginny felt able to face the day and everyone…well maybe not everyone. How would she react if she encountered Malfoy? Would he be his usual abhorrent self or would he be different? She had no idea and she didn't want to find out today. She wasn't ready to face him yet.
Ginny walked slowly to the Great Hall humming. She hadn't hummed for weeks, months even. As she arrived to the Gryffindor table, she spotted the Golden Trio immediately: her brother and Hermione where bickering as usual and Harry was eating, pretending not to hear, as usual.
She approached them casually
"Hi guys, did you sleep well?" She asked them in a light tone. She actually was in a light mood.
"Gin where were you?" Her older brother asked.
"Oh I was sleeping. It felt marvellous".
"But I looked for you and you weren't in your room. And we couldn't find you on the Marauders' map." Hermione said looking rather confused.
"Oh Yes. I slept in the room of requirements."
"What? Ron suddenly yelled, spitting a bit of his tart on Harry. "Why didn't you sleep in your dormitory? ther's plenty of room there. Were you with some guy?"
"Of course I wasn't, don't be stupid," She said knowing it wasn't the entire truth. She hoped they believed her. "It's not like I have a boyfriend, is it?"
She smiled at Harry who was a bit ill at ease. They had secretly dated for a few weeks, but Harry had broken up two month ago, telling her they were better off as friends. Of course, on the spot, she had been angry and her pride had suffered, but after a week, she realized that he was right. What had developed between them wasn't love but a really deep friendship. They had now become very very good friends and there was no awkwardness between them anymore. But she always liked teasing him a bit
"So, What did you all do this morning?" she said as she served herself with pumpkin juice, lamb chops, carrots, roast potatoes, corn and gravy.
She noticed that the three friends went silent and when she lifted her face from her plate, she noticed that all three of them were staring at her.
"What? Don' look a' me as i' I had frrree eyes. I'm 'ungry! She said with her mouth full.
"But Ginny, you usually don't eat that much. Actually, you haven't eaten so much since a very long time." Hermione pointed out
"So?" she asked not understanding what all the fuss was about.
"So nothing" Ron busted in glaring at Hermione. "Leave her alone. Don't worry Gin" he said turning back to her. "I'm real proud of you. You're finally developing the Weasley appetite. I thought it would never happen. That means my baby-sister is growing up now." He said while putting his arm around her shoulder.
"Stop it, what's in to you?" She freed herself from him. "You act as if I had my first period"
At that, Harry who was drinking, spit out his pumpkin juice and started coughing, while Ron became nearly as red as his hair and had a disgusted look on his face.
Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and couldn't repress a smile.
"Bloody Hell Gin! Did you really have to say that? I mean it's lunch for Merlin's sake." Ron didn't seem to be able to eat anymore.
Hermione was about to say something, probably like "Ron, don't swear!" But Ginny interrupted her.
"You're the one who started getting all mushy. I mean it's no big deal. It's normal for someone who is hungry to eat a lot. Besides, I skipped dinner yesterday, and breakfast this morning" She was talking to him as he was retarded. Ron was about to repost when Harry spoke.
"By the way Gin, you might want to be careful! You wouldn't want to ruin that slender figure of yours, would you?"
Everyone turned to him. Ron looked as if he was going to explode, while Ginny seemed to be hesitating between anger and being flattered and Hermione seemed to be amused by the whole affair.
"Harry mate, how could you say that, and to my sister no less! I'm warning you, if…"
"Relax mate, Gin and I are just…" Harry started, but Ginny was already standing up and glaring at Ron with a look that could kill anyone else.
"Wait Harry, I'm interested. What would you do Ronald? Would you try hit him, or simply stop talking to him? Would you lock me up in my room until I'd be too old to even attract a guy? Why do you have to be so possesive and overprotective? I don't need you" She screamed.
Silenced filled the great Hall and amused heads turned towards them. Watching the Weasleys fighting was always very entertaining. "When will you understand Ron? You can't do anything. I'm sixteen! I can and I will date or whoever I want. You have no say in the matter."
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. "How dare you question me or threaten Harry. He was just being nice. You should try once in a while."
She picked her bag up, then leaned over him, her face inches away from his.
"And believe me, next time you threaten a guy because he is being nice to me, I would have no scruple hexing you until no one, not even Hermione, could recognize you! And you know that I would, so don't tempt me."
When she finished, the entire Great Hall was staring at her, including the teachers. A fact she seemed completely oblivious to.
With that, she turned to Hermione and told her casually, as if nothing had happened.
"I'm going to the library. Please for his own health, make sure, that he doesn't approach me."
With that, she turned and headed towards the library, leaving a very confused and scarlet Ron behind. Harry and Hermione were trying very hard not to laugh.
"What are you staring at?" Ron growled at a first year Ravenclaw looking his way. Suddenly, the conversations resumed and noise filled the Great Hall, as if nothing had just happened.
"Well" Hermione added after a while. " At least, it seems we've found our Ginny back!"
"What do you mean?" A puzzled Harry asked her.
"Have neither of you noticed that, for the past few month, Ginny hasn't been eating much, that she is now much thinner than she used to be, and that she always has dark rings under her eyes?"
Both boys looked at each other and back at Hermione with incredulous eyes.
" I didn't think so." She said rolling eyes. You boys are completely oblivious to anything that happens around you."
With that, Hermione left too and the boys looked at each other completely bewildered.
Ginny was walking in the corridors when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into a secret and dark passage behind a tapestry. She was suddenly trapped between a strong body and the wall. She couldn't see who it was but she recognized the hands that were touching her.
She was about to tell him to let her go when she felt his hot lips on hers. At first she didn't react because of the shock, but as soon as she recovered from it, she pushed him off her.
"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled. As her cry faded away, she felt the silencing charm he had put on. Oddly, it didn't frighten her. Of course, she wasn't reassured to be with him alone where no one could come and help her, but she knew that she could fight back if something happened.
She wasn't sure he understood what she told him. And if he did, he gave no sign of it. He was, however, surprised that she hadn't let him kiss her. After all, no girl ever had. He captured her hand and pined them above her head.
"Let go of me!" she demanded. And again, he didn't answer. He leaned his head and told her with a teasing tone.
" I must say, Weasley, I was rather impressed by the way you put that idiot you call a brother, back in his place…Don't look so shocked. Everyone in the Great Hall heard you. You should be careful to keep that temper of yours under control. Although… you do look tempting when you're angry."
With that he leaned his head to kiss her again, but Ginny tried to bite him when he approached.
"Whoa" He quickly pulled back." You're also quite dangerous when you're angry. But you didn't seem so unwilling last night did you?"
Ginny's blood was starting too boil.
"Haw dare you use that against me. I didn't ask anything of you. You did what you did of your own free will, without even asking."
"You would've pushed me away if you hadn't wanted it. We both know you enjoyed it. There's no need to deny it. I still have your fingernail marks my neck to remind you if you'd like."
Her famous Weasley temper was threatening to take over.
"Of course I enjoyed it but that doesn't mean I owe you anything. As far as I am concerned nothing has change between us. Not if you continue treating me in that superior way. You are still a Malfoy and I a Weasley. Some things don't change!"
Malfoy let go of her hands as if they had burnt him and stepped back. At that moment Ginny felt the warmth that he was giving her leave and she shivered from the cold. He looked at her with disdain. The change in him was radical. The hateful Malfoy she knew was back behind his dispassionate mask.
"Is that really the problem, our names?" he asked coldly.
Ginny felt contemptible. She quickly calmed down.
"Well what did you expect of me? Forget the last six years of loathing and insulting?" For the life of her, Ginny couldn't imagine how he could have thought anything like that possible.
"Of course not. But I thought we ought to talk." He answered shortly.
"Okay then…talk!" She answered just as coldly.
"Well, I just wanted you to know that you needn't worry and that what had happened would stay between us."
"Really? You won't tell anyone?" she asked doubtfully. "Why wouldn't you do that? I can't imagine you'd do that out of greatness of heart. For all I know, you don't have a heart."
"Ouch, you wound me Weasley." He said in a completely dispassionate tone which denied the meaning of his words.
"Enough. Why are you talking to me if it's not to insult me. That's the only thing you're good at." Just as the words left her lips, Ginny knew they weren't true. After all, she had been the screaming in pleasure the night before. That was definitely something he was good at.
"Really? Are you sure?" he asked knowing full well what she was thinking about.
"Yes" she countered. "Leave me alone. I have enough of you insulting me the whole time."
His smirk faded. His features hardened. "And yet, for the past ten minutes, You have thrown in my face every appropriate insult you could think of."
"That's a bit rich coming from you, the infamous Malfoy, always ordering and snapping at everyone. Do you actually enjoy being mean? Knowing that no one really likes you? Don't you ever get tired of these games?"
By the look of his face Ginny thought he was going to insult her, or even hit her. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable blow. But it didn't come. She waited but nothing happened. Wondering if he had left, she opened her eyes. He was still here, looking directly at her.
"Yes I do" Ginny's mouth fell open. "But I can't change, and I don't want to. However," he added "I wanted to propose a truce between us." I took a little time for the words to sink in. She was about to respond when he raised a hand to stop her. She was grateful, for in truth, she had no idea what to say.
"But apparently, you seem to prefer it the way it has always been. I'm sorry for bothering you and wasting both of our times . I won't be doing it anytime soon. Good day."
With that he turned and walked away, leaving her alone and cold.
Ginny had never been more confused. He was the one who was always starting a fight. She hadn't honestly thought that anything could have changed.
But it seemed that she was wrong. He actually seemed hurt by her words.
Even more confused than before, Ginny left the secret passage and headed towards the library. When she arrived, she spotted the only free table. Her heart sank when she noticed it was next to another table with three Slytherins, including Malfoy.
As she walked to the table, she voluntarily kept her eyes looking ahead of her, but she could feel Malfoy's stare on her. It warmed and chilled her at the same time. She sat down, turning her back on him.
After three hours, her situation hadn't improved much. She was still stuck with her DADA essay and she could still feel Malfoy behind her. When Harry suddenly sat in front of her, she saw him as her saviour. She greeted him with one of her warmest smiles.
"So, how are you doing with your homework?" He asked joyfully.
"Dreadful, I feel like I've been in here for hours. Well, to tell the truth, I probably have. And if I continue at this speed, I'll probably be stuck in this bloody library for the whole bloody night!"
" Tss. Am I hearing you swear again?" he teased. "Come on Ginny, you've been in here for a three hours now. Would you like to come and fly a bit with me? You do look like you could use a bit of fresh air."
Ginny looked out through the window than back at Harry as if he was a madman.
"You do realize that it's pouring outside, don't you?"
"Yes! That's what makes it more fun. Besides, with a warming charm on, it might be very comfortable. Who knows? I've never tried yet but since this is my last year at Hogwarts, I intend to do as much as possible. So? Interested?"
"Uhm…Oh Harry I'd love to, but I'm stuck with this DADA essay. I've been working on it for hours, I just can't get it right" She said her nose nearly touching her parchment.
Harry lifted her head and took the parchment away from her. He started rolling it and packing it away in her bag.
"Come on, it's been days since we've spent a bit of time together. Here's what I propose: you stop working for the moment, we go outside and fly until dinner, after which, I'll help you with your essay in the common room. How does that sound?"
"Too lovely to be possible and…Oh, okay then! But don't look at me like a beaten puppy. Just let me change and get my broom. Meet you at the entrance door in 10 minutes."
With that, she started running towards the tower. Once in her room, she quickly dumped her bag on her bed, changed in something a bit more comfortable, grabbed her broom and headed towards the portrait hole.
As she was running down the stairs, her feet got caught in her broom and she fell forwards. Ginny was mentally preparing for the impact when a pair of arms caught her.
While steadying herself, she mumbled an apology.
"Uhm…Thank you! I'm terribly sorry, I tripped and …YOU?"
As she looked up, a pair of icy grey eyes stared back at her. Oddly, they were devoid of any feelings. As she stepped back, he studied her. She would have thought that he would use this incident to nag her about being clumsy but he didn't do anything. He kept looking at her.
Ginny was extremely unsettled. She murmured an apology and left. Draco didn't move.
When she arrived at the door, Harry was already waiting for her with his Firebolt.
"Sorry I kept you waiting, I literally bumped into someone on the way here. Could you put the charm please? I forgot it."
"At your service ma'am." He murmured the spell and Ginny felt a hot wave surround her. A warmth that reminded her of a certain blond Slytherin.
"Shall we?" he asked holding out his hand to her.
"Let's!" she said, grabbing it and pulling him into the rain.
Huge drops of water were landing on their faces. The mixed sensation of fresh air, warmth and water dripping on her skin helped Ginny forget the past few months. She was just having fun with Harry, racing him, trying his Firebolt and doing figures. Nothing else mattered.
For the next couple of hours, she was free.
The sky was so cloudy that they didn't notice that it was getting dark until the Main door closed. When Harry noticed Ginny's worried look, he made her a sign to follow him. They rounded the castle and entered the Gryffindor tower through one of the windows.
The common room was completely empty. Once they were inside, they dried themselves and the fire rekindled itself.
"Sorry, I didn't see the time flying past. Maybe that essay can wait until tomorrow. " Harry said apologetically.
"Sure, but don't worry about it, it's not due until Tuesday. So I guessed we missed dinner. Too bad, I was really hungry. There are some things, even the great Harry Potter, can't take care of. " she said mockingly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure I can settle that in a sec." He said arrogantly. "Dobby…Dobby?" he whispered.
Almost immediately, the tinny house-elf appeared, a couple of hats on his head and a sock on each ear.
"Harry Potter sir is needing my help? Dobby is so happy to serve. What is you is needing?" The small creature said bowing so low that his nose was touching the floor.
"We're sorry to bother you" Ginny said "but we were wondering if you could bring us something to eat, we missed dinner."
"And if its not too complicated, could you also bring us two hot butterbeers please?" Harry added.
"You is not bothering Dobby Misses Weaslette. Dobby is always happy to help Harry Potter sir and his friends!. I is coming back right away." With a loud crack, he disappeared.
Ginny couldn't help but laugh at the way he was dressed. Harry looked at her with an amused look in his eyes. He conjured up two blankets and gave her one. The warming charm had disappeared while they were still outside and they were now, freezing to death.
A few moments later. Dobby had re-appeared with everything they asked, including the two hot butterbeers. When Ginny rewarded him with a smile, he blushed and bowed to floor before disappearing with another loud Crack. Harry hoped it wouldn't wake anyone up there. He didn't really want to explain to Ron what he was doing with his sister in the common-room in the middle of the night. And Merlin knows what a foul mood Ron is when woken up. Soon after that, they were sitting on the couch, warmly wrapped up in their blankets, eating, drinking, and talking about everything.
"So do you know were Ron was while we were out there?" She asked curiously. She would have thought that Ron would've come after her and demand an explanation, or whatever it was that he wanted.
"Probably somewhere in a closet…Hermione said she'd keep him occupied until he calmed down." He said with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Uhg…Thank you for the image Potter! It's perfect if you want to ruin the day and give a girl nightmares." She said while making a disgusted face. But she couldn't deny that she was grateful to the older girl.
Harry smiled, and took her in his arms, and they laid in peaceful silence, Ginny's head rested on his chest, as they used to. Ginny was thinking about the day. Malfoy's attitude had been strange. At first, he had been his horrible, hateful self, but when she fought back, he had been somewhat different. Suddenly Harry asked her:
"What's been bothering you, Gin? You haven't been yourself for a long time now. Except today." His serious tone pulled her from her thoughts. It was clear he wanted to know, and to help her. Her violet circles under the eyes were worrying him, but she couldn't tell him. She talked to Harry about everything, except Tom.
"I…well, I've been tired a lot and…" she said hesitantly. Knowing he was too smart to believe her.
"Bullshit." he cut in" Come on, Gin, we both know that's not it." He said, a bit softer "Why won't you tell me what it is? If it's some guy, I can go kick his ass right away." He joked. She laughed a bit at that, breaking the tension that had built up in the ten seconds. "And, I wouldn't tell Ron. I promise" he said raising his right hand.
"I know, don't worry, I trust you! It's just, very personal. Don't worry, it's not a guy. Otherwise, you would be the first to know. And if he needs a good kick in the ass, don't worry, I promise you won't be left unsatisfied. But it's not, and I don't really feel like talking about it."
She knew that if she told Harry that Tom was still haunting her, he would feel guilty. He was already carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He didn't need anyting else. He had enough trouble as it was. Furthermore, even if he wasn't showing it, she knew he was still greatly affected by Sirius' and Cedric's deaths.
"Besides it's over now so don't worry anymore!" she lied, trying to ease his concern.
He still looked doubtful though. Unable to repress a yawn, Ginny looked at the clock. It was already two in the morning. She got up and walked to him.
"Thanks for that marvellous after-noon Harry. I had fun, really."
With that, she gave him a peck on the cheek, which he heartedly gave back.
"Goodnight Harry. You really are a great friend."
"Night Gin, see you tomorrow."
And with that, they climbed the stairs to their separate rooms.
But Ginny didn't have the peaceful night she hoped for. No, her dreams were filled by a certain pair of grey eyes.
AN: So, what did tou think? I'm sorry, it was a bit short but I have my Baccalauréat coming (end of school exam) so I have to study quite a lot. Which means I won't be able to update anytime soon. But don't worry, I'm still thinking on it.