Okay well I changed the genre of the story from humour to angst because I think there is more of the latter and I made this chapter extra long because I'm going on holiday for two weeks and so wont be able to write anything new or update until I get back.
I don't know if anyone is reading or likes this story so reviews would be helpful in letting me know whether or not to continue. Constructive criticism is always welcome. The story will rarely follow events in the books but I hope how I'm going is okay so let me know!
"Please darling tell me this is a joke for my poor heart's sake."
Ginny looked at her father and mother who looked very ill and pale and felt her heart break, she didn't want to disappoint her parents but she wasn't going to change her mind either, she couldn't even if she had wanted to.
Ron and all her brothers were rubbing their fists together and looked at her like she was a stranger. She sort of was these days.
Arthur was rubbing his forehead and Mrs Weasley was frantically pouring tea.
"Is he so much of a coward that he couldn't show his face here too?"
Ginny frowned.
"He would have come but I didn't want him too, I know he'd just end up leaving with a bloody nose or worse."
Ron scoffed.
"Too right he would have. He's a bloody Malfoy!"
Ginny felt like she was facing the firing squad, her and Draco had been in a secret relationship after high school for about a year and now she was pregnant and had eloped with him less than five days ago however they didn't know the latter part yet, she didn't want to give her parents a stroke afterall.
"I'm sorry I made you feel like this and I know you hate Draco but you love me, so please trust me when I say that he's a genuine guy and when you get to know him you'll see it too, and most of all he makes me happy."
Mrs Weasley laid a warm hand on her shoulder.
"Is it not possible he is just pretending to be good to work his way into the family and hurt us?"
Ginny would have laughed out loud at the accusation if the room wasn't so tense.
"Mum trust me when I say I believe he is one of the kindest people I know despite his past, everyone deserves a second chance.."
Ron moaned out loud.
"..Second and third and fourth, we've turned the other cheek too many bloody times already."
Ginny glared.
"Oh and you'd know about forgiveness? Hermoine and Harry kissed each other drunkenly at graduation when you weren't even going out and you haven't talked to either since!"
"Well I've been busy, and travelling, I visited Charlie in Romania remember."
"They don't have owls in that part of the world then?"
"This isn't about me so don't change the subject!"
There was an apprehensive silence that Arthur Weasley's eerily calm voice broke.
"It's one thing to have your own child have a child out of wedlock with someone as detestable as Draco but it's another to befriend him, he is never welcome or is to set foot in this house as long as I live, understand?"
Ginny sighed.
"What about our child? He will be half Weasley and half Malfoy is he to be shut out?"
Arthur was seriously considering it but Mrs Weasley spoke before him.
"Of course he'll be allowed, it's been too long since we've had little ones in the house isn't it so Arthur?"
Arthur nodded but wasn't really listening.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it Molly."
Ginny rung her hands together nervously as she broke the second bombshell.
"I know this is a terrible way to tell you but I don't think you can all hate me any more so I'll just say it - me and Draco got married on Wednesday in somerset, it was spare of the moment and I knew you'd try and stop me if I told you."
Ron and the twins had left the room in outrage and her parents were stunned to silence.
Ginny quickly tied her shoelace as a distraction.
"It was also for our own safety, we didn't know and still don't know what Lucius would do if he found out, we want to be far away on our honeymoon when we tell him, and also if we did it without your knowledge he couldn't blame any of it on you or bribe you so we thought it was best."
Mrs Weasley looked close to tears, Ginny was her only daughter, the only chance to be mother of the bride and it was ruined.
Arthur seemed more relaxed now though.
"I'm glad at least he did the honourable thing and committed to you, if you are to bring up a child together I'm glad it's as husband and wife. A baby needs a stable home and I trust you to give it to him even if I don't trust Draco."
Ginny gave him a hug that he reluctantly returned.
"It's your life my dear and we can't tell you or restrict you on how you live it, just be careful and give your brothers some time to get used to it."
"I love you both so much."
Molly cried.
"You'll always be my little pumpkin and at least I'll have a tiny grandson to adore out of all this. I must start knitting some clothes before he's born, maybe a nice big initial on the front. What will you call him?"
Ginny marvelled at the speed at which her mother changed from disappointed to excited.
"We thought we'd name him Marcus after dad's middle name."
Arthur smiled gratefully.
"There we go then, our youngest married and not a penny spent I think we got a good deal don't you Molly dear?"
Molly swatted him with her handkerchief.
"Oh Arthur don't joke about such things you know how much I was looking forward to helping Ginny with her wedding one day."
Arthur laughed.
"Interfering you mean."
Ginny piped up.
"Well after Lucius knows we were thinking of having a proper wedding in the garden of the burrow but I'm not sure if that breaks dad's rule of him not being allowed near here."
Molly grinned happily, a second chance for all.
"Oh don't you worry I'll convince Arthur to hold his tongue and walk you down the aisle. I should plant some more rose bushes, they'd be in bloom by the time you get hitched again what do you think?"
Ginny beamed.
"Sounds perfect."
Ginny awoke with a start in the early morning to see Draco sleeping awkwardly in the high back chair, he looked like he'd have the stiff neck she felt already.
She went over the dream in her head again and marvelled at how vivid and real it felt but she knew it wasn't. Spending time with Draco the night before had meant he had simplycrept into her dreams like what happened with so many other people.
She looked at the clock, it was almost seven and the library would be open soon.
She kicked Draco under the table who woke up and viewed his surroundings.
"Is this a nightmare?"
"It will be if you don't put the fire brew back and tidy up, we'll already be in trouble if we get caught here, let alone with the librarian's alcohol."
The night before came back to him and he quickly put the half drunken fire brew back despite not wanting to do what Ginny had told him.
They stood in awkward silence waiting for the librarian to come and unlock them, Ginny had read in Witch 17 magazine about witches who had one night stands with other wizards and the uncomfortable morning after where they'd both try and apparate away with excuses as quick as possible, Ginny wondered if they felt anything like she did. She didn't care what her punishment was it had to be better than being imprisoned with Draco who was unusually silent.
Mrs Pinchberry who was known to be obsessively strict and tidy unlocked the doors at exactly 7am and had an irritated look on her face that was only enhanced when she saw two scruffy students lurking in the aisles.
"What do you think you're doing here? You know the rules!"
Ginny put on her best innocent face, the dough eyes routine and a pout that worked so well on her mother.
"We are really sorry it's just we had an accident and were delayed getting out.
"Not my problem, you can explain it to the headmaster yourselves."
Ginny gave Draco a sideways glance and he put on his smug smile.
"Do you know who my father is?"
Mrs Pinchberry eyed him up carefully.
"Gilderoy Lockhart?"
He gave her a weird look but continued.
"Lucius Malfoy who happens todonate generously to the school and the library, if he hears I was unfairly treated by you I think he'd have serious sway in how long you remain at Hogwarts."
She put her hand on her hip and tightened her lips.
"I don't respond to threats Mr Malfoy, you broke the rules there is no way to bribe or talk your way out of it whether you're a Malfoy or the king of England am I clear enough?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, Draco had to always throw his weight around and rub people up the wrong way.
Draco laughed hollowly.
"And how would you talk your way out of the fire brew you stash behind your desk?"
Mrs Pinchberry flinched slightly.
"Dunno what you're on about."
Draco walked around her desk confidently and pulled out one of the index books to reveal the bottle.
She swallowed hard and Draco could smell the fear like some wild animal.
"You could have put that there anytime, no proof it's mine."
Draco nodded.
"That's true but whether it's yours or not whenever it's your word against a Malfoy's the outcome is never in your favour and that's a promise."
She shrunk into her chair.
"So I don't report you and you don't report me."
"That's the understanding."
He strode out of the room and left Ginny in his wake. She rushed out after him with a mumbled 'sorry' to the flustered librarian.
She caught up with Draco who was quickly pacing to the slytherin common room so no one could see him slip in, he could just imagine the rumours that would have circulated had they caught him.
People already thought he was sleeping with a teacher in the school which was disgraceful because there were no good looking female professors at their school. If they saw him Pansy would give him the third degree and people would pester him which he'd like to avoid, so it didn't help his mood when Ginny talked to him.
"Thanks for before."
"I didn't do it for you."
"Well thanks anyway."
"Stop saying that."
"What? If you hadn't said what you did be it nasty and low we'd both be in trouble."
"Whatever I'm going to put ice on my arm which is all banged up thanks to you."
"How is it my fault you knocked over a stack of books?"
"Stop acting like we are on friendly terms, I would have left you to rot in that library if I had of thought of it while I was bargaining with stench breath."
Ginny laughed.
"Stench breath?"
"Shut up."
"I think you would have helped me."
"Only if you'd cast a spell that replaced my brain with that of someone who actually cared."
"Well you could have fooled me last night."
"I was practically drunk, I would have talked to the wall if you weren't there."
"So I should go around saying that Draco Malfoy talks to himself?"
"Only if you want me to spread that Ginny snores like the hogwarts express roaring through the library which is true and believe me I can do worse."
"I don't doubt it but I might be the only person who actually likes you and isn't scared of you in the whole school so it isn't advisable."
"What's not to like?"
He wasn't sure why he was voluntarily carrying on the conversation andasking for itbut it was like he couldn't stop his mouth.
"Your wealth, your father, it would take me all night to make a list."
She pushed him playfully and he rolled his eyes. It was his substitute for when he would usually torment her but unfortunately they both knew they were past that.
"Most people like me for my wealth not despite it."
"That because the people want your wealth but they don't realise how much nicer and less obnoxious you'd be without it."
"You'd know."
Ginny smiled.
"You know I reckon this has got to be the deepest conversation you've had with anyone at this school so far."
"As if."
"So what do you talk about with your other friends?"
"How many times do I have to tell you! You are not my friend! In fact I hate you."
Ginny giggled.
"Hardly as venomous as you used to be, so what do you define as a friend?"
He couldn't understand why she hadn't backed down by now, she just kept pestering.
"None of your business."
Just then Pansy walked around the corner and saw them.
"There you are silly I got up extra early to look for you I was worried when I didn't see you last night."
She suddenly saw Ginny and gave her a condescending look.
"What are you doing with Weasley scum?"
Draco searched for a plausible explanation.
Ginny swung her hair around and looked at Draco.
"Yes silly what were we doing?"
"I just bumped into her and was commenting on how lousy her robes were wasn't I?"
The look in his eyes was so pleading Ginny went along with it.
"Yeah he was giving me a hard time."
Pansy smiled.
"People like the Weasley's should really be shining our shoes not going to the same school as you and me."
Draco nodded.
She linked arms with him and walked off. Ginny called after Pansy.
"Pansy out of interest what do you define as a friend?"
Pansy looked like she was incredibly bored but answered anyway, directing it more at Draco.
"Someone who watches your back and cleans up your mess."
Ginny looked pointedly at Draco and walked off.
They were even.
Ginny hadn't seen her friends until she came down for breakfast, freshly showered and not smelling of old parchment.
Ron looked at her nervously, Harry would have told him she knew about his betrayal but she was too tired to argue.
She sat down and picked up a piece of pastry that was torn to pieces in her teeth.
Hermoine smiled encouragingly.
"How did you sleep?"
Ginny swallowed.
"Why do you ask?"
She didn't think anyone saw her come back into the common room that morning but she could have been wrong.
"Well Harry told us how mean Dean was to you but believe me not everyone is talking behind your back, only Dean's friends, we haven't been."
She tried to smile at this piece of information and turned sourly to Ron.
"Apparently Ron has been sympathising with Dean but that's no surprise, he's a guy and never really had much respect for me anyway."
"That's rubbish you're my sister!"
She took another pastry and left not wanting to say something she knew she'd regret. On her way out she saw Dean nursing a black eye.
"What happened to you?"
He glared at her.
"Don't pretend you didn't know about it, your ruddy brother punched me when he heard me talking about you but it was none of his business anyway!"
"But you told me he supported you."
"Well I lied alright? I am a terrible person with no conscience is that what you want to hear? You made me feel like this."
"I'm sorry okay? Sorry for my brother, sorry for giving you the wrong idea, sorry you have a black eye and anything else you hold against me."
He looked at her for a moment and nodded.
"If you help me with our potions homework tonight I'll forgive you."
She beamed.
"It's a deal."
"But I don't forgive your brother until he says sorry and gives me his stash of sweets from his brothers that he hides away."
"I don't think either will happen anytime soon but I'll talk to him, he was only protecting me it'll all blow over between you."
"It's not like I'll lose sleep over it."
"Sure Padma wont mind me helping with you homework?"
"Probably not it's not like she's any good at it to be of assistance, she's an expert at divination but I hate it so that's no use either."
Draco walked by them and eyed the two of them up suspiciously, she didn't look at him, he wanted it this way and it was fine by her. She wasn't going to make a fool of herself chasing him around to chat, she'd let fate take it's course and plus now that she had friends to lose again she was scared to make the effort.
Ginny felt her stomach rumble in protest and decided maybe she should have a proper breakfast, her and Ron were notorious for their appetites and she didn't want to disappoint anybody. She also felt incredibly grateful to Ron for defending her honour.
She sat back down next to Hermoine and gave an awkward cough.
"Ron can we just forget everything?"
"Fine by me but if you have the last scone I may have to throttle you."
She marvelled at how the boys in gryffindor were so food obsessed and how it could make or break a friendship and she was going to ask Ron about it when a piece of parchment was put in front of her by Colin Creevey.
He looked rather ill and walked off shakily.
They all stared at her.
"What's Colin doing delivering you mail? If it's Dean again I'll give him a piece of my mind."
She opened it up.
Meet me by the large willow on the right of the lake in ten minutes if you are as ballsy as you think you are.
The sender of the letter and herself both knew classes started in five minutes but as usual her curiosity got the better of her, she knew it was from Draco and the excitement of that alone would have compelled her to run down but she was curious as to what sort of challenge or offer he would make her.
Draco always wanted something.
Hermione gave her a questioning look.
"Well are you going to share whatever it is?"
"Dean just said he was sorry for being stupid and that he wants to be friends."
Ron nodded.
"'Bout time."
Harry smirked.
"I think he had some motivation."
Ron gave a wink.
"That's what friends are for."
Ginny stashed the parchment in her robes knowing full well Colin would never tell anyone who had obviously paid him (it was a hopeful thought but he was most likely threatened) for fear of retribution.
Ginny munched anxiously at her breakfast, at least glad of the fact she had her slackest subject divination next but wondering if anyone would spot her out by the lake.
Hermione stood up and nudged Ginny.
"Shouldn't you be getting a move on?"
"It's okay I'm always late to divination."
She knew she would have been scolded about the bad habit of tardiness had it not been for the fact Hermoine hated divination and had walked out several times so she saved it for a time whenGinny missed a class that was actually important and just rolled her eyes instead.
Ten minutes later and Ginny was shivering under the willow tree cursing her impulsiveness to actually ditch class and meet Malfoy. The wind had picked up and her hair was everywhere.
Then as if out of nowhere Draco appeared behind her.
"I'm surprised you came."
"So am I. So what's with all the cloak and dagger stuff?"
"We both know I can't be seen conversing with you in public and I doubt you would want it as public knowledge either."
Ginny laughed at how mission impossible it was. She half expected him to pass her a suspicious looking briefcase.
"So you and Dean together now?"
Ginny gawked at him.
"You dragged me all the way down here in winter to ask me that?"
"I didn't exactly drag you, you came of your own free will."
"Yeah well that can change if you don't tell me what I'm missing class for."
"First tell me if you and Dean are an item as repulsive as that idea is."
"You want me to discuss my love life with you? Did I miss a step?"
"It's a simple question, a yes or no will suffice."
"How about a get lost?"
Draco tightened his lips but was silent.
"So are you and Pansy still humping like bunnies?"
Draco almost choked on his own saliva.
"What did you say?"
"Please the whole school knew I'm just astonished it still continues and how creative you must be to get around to it in this school."
Draco would have boasted about his creative genius but he remembered he wasn't with Crabbe and Doyle and how good he was at shagging under the radar wouldn't impress her.
"You like to avoid the subject."
"So do you."
"Well now we're going around in circles!"
"Why don't you start by telling me the reason for us being out here?"
"First you and Dean."
Ginny threw up her hands.
"You have spies I'm disappointed you had to ask the source but if you must know we're not no!"
Draco smiled, he wanted to look smug but he ended up looking relieved.
Ginny caught it and smiled inwardly.
"So what's the fascination with me and Dean? If you want to try and woo me I prefer to be somewhere warm."
She cocked her head enjoying watching him squirm.
"Talk about ideas above your station, hell would have to freeze over first before I even -"
"-It is pretty cold out, it snowed last night so who knows?"
Draco mock laughed.
"You have an answer for everything don't you? Even if they are pathetically lame."
She sat down and groaned.
"Are we going to be here a while? Are we waiting for something?"
The truth was the longer he bantered with Ginny without seeming like he wanted her, the happier he felt even if he tried to seem exasperated.
"Fine it was a test."
"What was?"
"This. Here."
"Did I miss it?"
"Nope."
"Did I pass?"
"More or less."
"So am I allowed to ask on what particular subject I was graded?"
"I clicked my fingers and you jumped."
"Pardon me?"
"I asked you to come to the other side of the school in abysmal weather and despite my doubts you came running to me."
Ginny felt like she had just been ambushed, she half expected Crabbe and Goyle to jump out of the bushes laughing.
"I hardly ran."
"But you came."
"I was curious."
"About what? What could you possibly think would happen?"
Ginny felt like she was eight.
"I was curious to see if you were the cruel soulless menace I thought you were but I've been proven right so I wont waste anymore of your time."
Ginny turned and walked away, the cold wind and humiliation causing tears to gather but she willed them not to fall.
Draco laughed but it wasn't a cruel laugh.
"Don't take it the wrong way."
Ginny turned back utterly confused.
"Sorry you'll have to explain the whole emotional manipulation mind game to me before we play this again."
"I wanted to see if you had what I see as important in a friend since you seem so eager to become the first genuine one I have."
"You think I'm genuine?"
"Well you've never complimented me and asshole, cruel and manipulation were commonly used to describe me so yes I think you are."
"Couldn't you have just asked 'lets be friends?' in the beginning and saved us both a lot of time and energy? I'm not willing to get frost bite to found some sort of forbidden alliance with you."
"You make it sound cooler than it is."
"So what does being your friend entail? Do I have to join some dark arts book club? Do I have to have room for future emotional scars?"
"Nothing is going to change, nobody will be the wiser."
"Then what is the point?"
"We'll know."
"So we are going to have a secret friendship but not see, talk or hang out together? It sounds like we're five."
"It depends."
"On what?"
"How many times you are willing to come and meet me down here."
"It's going to drop below zero within the next week so the chances are pretty slim."
"Then I guess we wont see, talk or hang out together."
"Okay so what did any of this have to do with me and Dean? I'm not going to be a booty call or whatever if that's what you think."
"Don't flatter yourself it's just easier to hang out with no puppy dog boyfriend following you around and writing your every move in a journal."
"You have much experience with stalker girlfriends then?"
He smiled despite himself.
"More than I care to."
"Well I have to get to class not that this very bizarre meeting wasn't fun and all but I miss feeling my limbs."
He laughed slightly. Draco Malfoy almost smiled, a genuine happy smile and Ginny thought she saw a part of it, it was worth the trip after all and she knew deep down she'd be making several more.
She turned back to ask when to next see him but he was gone.
Ginny ran up to divination in a haze of confusion and panic. What had happened completely baffled her and she wasn't even sure he was being serious but somehow she knew things between her and Draco were real now. As if she'd signed over her soul to the devil.
She was puffing and red in the face by the time she began to climb the stairs to her class and wondered what her excuse would be.
When she entered, the stifling smell of incense and tea assaulted her senses as Professor Trelawny was predicting Dina Hartfield's doom by broomsticks. Ginny turned her nose up at such an unfair prediction, she knew Dina wasn't the best quidditch player ever but this would surely have an effect on whether she tried out for the gryffindor team the next week.
She didn't even notice Ginny come in and sit down until Michelle started making obvious hand signals to try and find out where she had been all lesson.
Professor Trelawny blinked behind her large spectacles and finally understood.
"Ah Miss Weasley I had predicted you would be very late for my class today but for the students' sake would you care to explain your absence?"
Ginny felt her face heating up as the whole class turned to her.
"Well you see I was on my way to class when suddenly I had this moment."
"Moment dear?"
"Yes like the whole universe had stood still and time had halted."
"Tell me more child."
"I just remember..black, screaming and hufflepuff."
Ginny mentally congratulated herself at her web of lies.
"Then the next thing I knew I was on the floor and late for class."
Professor Trelawny clapped enthusiastically.
"Ah you have the sight."
"I do?"
She pretended to look interested.
"You can see in the future what others can not for I too saw what you did. I knew from the first moment you stepped into my class that you were a kindred spirit. Beware of your gift though Miss Weasley, what will be will be, regardless."
Ginny tried not to roll her eyes at the absurdity of it all, her so called premonition was something she made up without even thinking and now the stupid woman had validated it and everyone looked at her like she was the teacher's pet.
Michelle caught up with her after class.
"What was all that about?"
"I just made it up I think someone would have noticed if I had collapsed don't you?"
"Then what were you really doing?"
"I felt sick so I went out for fresh air and a walk and lost track of time."
Michelle laughed.
"That's very straightforward and uninteresting."
"That's me."
Before they knew it the weekend had come and gone and it was one of the most eventful ones Ginny had ever had.
Both Saturday and Sunday she slipped away to the willow tree by the lake to wait for Draco the same time as before not even sure if he'd turn up, but he did.
At first they just sat in silence, the most awkward of her life but soon they started a smooth conversation, most of it was making digs at each other but it was light-hearted and they observed and made opinions about this and that. They avoided the controversial subjects such as their families, houses and most stuff people have in common. It was like they were two different people or trying to be different for each other she wasn't sure. It wasn't insincere thoughit was nice.
Draco would even laugh and smile like a normal human being and not like some smug snot but he was careful not to smile at her too much and she was careful not to look at him too closely.
Her friends had no idea where she was but she didn't care, she was enjoying herself.
"Will you come on school days?"
Ginny turned her head towards him.
"Am I that good company?"
"My ego must be rubbing off on you already."
"That wasn't a no."
He smiled.
"So will you?"
"I can come lunchtimes."
"No it's too obvious then that we are missing."
"I can come in the early morning and late at night."
"That's less conspicuous."
"Well I should get going you know I have places to vandalise, people to abuse."
She laughed hoping but secretly knowing he was joking.
"I brought you something."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
She felt a bit embarrassed. She handed him a copy of pride and prejudice.
He looked at it curiously.
"Am I supposed to read this?"
"Not if you don't want to but it is it's main purpose yes."
"Why did you give it to me?"
"Well it's a muggle book I like and you know I think you should have at least one non-dark arts book to read."
"Who says all I read is dark arts?"
Ginny giggled.
"Actually most people think you are incapable of reading."
He gave her a sour look but it soon disappeared.
"Anyway it's a romance so I don't expect you to like it but you know friends tend to share their interests so I thought I could try it."
He opened it up and saw Molly Weasley scrawled in the corner.
"This is your mother's?"
"It was but it's mine now and I'm giving it to you."
Hesmiled gratefully.
"My mother has read this too but she'd have a coronary if she knew I had given it a go."
"So you will?"
He sighed overdramatically.
"If I must but if you tell anyone I was reading Jane Austen I will hunt you down and curse you."
"Fair enough."
Ron and Harry did wonder where she went in the morning and night the following days but she always had an excuse waiting and her best friend Michelle was too busy with her obsession with Draco Malfoy to even ask. Ironic really.
It was saturday morning and the quidditch game was Slytherin vs hufflepuff.
"Looking forward to the game today?"
Draco scoffed.
"Do you even need to ask? Watching Slytherin beat the crap out of hufflepuff is my kind of entertainment."
"Why am I not surprised? So did you finish the book yet?"
"Give me a chance I'm not a book nerd like you, I actually have a life."
Ginny gave him a hard stare.
"Then you wont want to hang out with a loser like me anymore then."
"Don't be bloody sensitive I was kidding or at least half kidding."
She gave him a playful punch.
"Keep pushing Malfoy and see what happens."
"I'm not scared of you Weasley."
Then Draco was deadly silent.
"I have to go."
"Why?"
"I just do, I might see you at the game."
Ginny sighed and left a little after him, she knew she would see him at the game but they wouldn't be able to talk or even acknowledge each other. She just wished somehow she could make her other friends see in Draco what she did so that the lying and guilt could end. She was sure she wasn't wearing rose coloured glasses as far as Draco was concerned, what she saw was real and she needed others to notice it to.
Draco felt physically sick, before he made excuses to leave their last lines of banter were straight out of his vivid dream he had about Ginny last year and he didn't know what to think all he knew is that he wouldn't give up whatever friendship he had with Ginny because of it. He was selfish and Ginny made him happy so he wasn't going to ever let her go without a fight. He marvelled at how fast his feelings towards her had changed, one minute he was vowing never to be her mate the next he couldn't think how he would bear school without her.
They were both dependent on each other for something they couldn't seem to find anywhere else, they just weren't sure what it was.
"Hufflepuff scores!"
Ginny and Hermoine squealed in excitement as Jeremy Kilarney put hufflepuff in the lead.
There were almighty boos coming from the slytherins and Ginny looked over to a very moody looking Malfoy.
Then out of nowhere Ginny heard screaming which was followed by more screaming and suddenly Fran Black the beater for Hufflepuff was plummeting to the ground after being hit by a quaffle and falling off her broomstick. Luckily Jeremy saw her just before she fell and dived quickly as she was nearing the ground at sickening speed. He managed to grab on to the tops of her quidditch robes and swing her around to fall on to the sand and soften the impact. She was knocked out but didn't looked to be seriously injured.
There was a unified sigh of relief in the stands but the slytherin bench looked a bit more pleased with themselves at this lucky turn out.
Hermoine laughed nervously.
"That was close."
Ginny agreed.
Then she heard whispering behind her, half of her friends were giving her weird looks.
She turned back and tried to ignore it but now she could hear her name on everybody's lips.
She turned back and asked what the problem was.
Michelle piped up.
"You were right."
"About what?"
"About your premonition."
"I told you I made it up."
"Well either way it came true."
"What do you mean?"
"Black, screaming, hufflepuff! It came true everything you said you heard or saw or whatever."
Ginny knew she was right but she couldn't feign the amazement everyone seemed to feel.
"It's just a coincidence."
Michele looked mystic for a moment.
"As the professor says there is a fine line between coincidence and fate."
Ginny nodded and retold Hermoine the whole story. She looked disapproving that she decided to have a stroll around the school grounds during class time but she was the comfort Ginny needed with her practicality and logical thinking.
"Well it is a big coincidence but when you think about it it's whatallphychics(the phoney ones anyway) do, they pick general topics like colours or usual things suchs as death and birth and manipulate them to their advantage by reading the person's face. You picked one of four houses which is very general, a colour which is also vague and then it was just luck that the screaming fitted in. Things are always less interesting than people want them to be."
Ginny felt satisfied even if her dream about Dracoplanted doubtsin her mindshe knew all about the subconscious from Hermoine and how dreams are merely reflections of unresolved feelings or situations and other very non-magical things.
She tried to pay attention back to the game but Michelle's last words lingered in the back of her mind.
There is a fine line between coincidence and fate.