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A/N: I've been battling a surge of Writer's Block since I finished Chapter 5, so if you rather find Chapter 6 a little boring, that's the reason. But I think I've overcame my WB and so here's the next Chapter.
Chapter 7 – I Don't Want to Lose You
Ginny forced her heart to keep still as it suddenly galloped inside her chest at the sight of him.
Draco was staring at her, might as well drilling a hole in her face. Much as she wanted to return the stare and be confident around the guy as Blaise had told her, she couldn't. Her head suddenly opted to drop and stay trained on her heels, taking with it all her reasons to be brave.
She didn't know exactly what was it with Draco that made her lose all her reason and her guts. She melts whenever he's near. Her hand automatically goes to her hair to tuck a strand behind her ear, and her mouth goes dry. And now, except for the hair-tucking, she was experiencing it all.
Stilling her hand, she remained silent as their companions talked.
"I-I came to check if you were okay." Ivanne stuttered. She felt her friend trembling and even the fighter in Ginny refused to wake up. All because of Draco's presence.
"How'd you know I was serving detention here?" Trey asked in a cold voice. Somehow, Ginny's courage came back. Nobody talks to her friends that way.
"Everybody's talking about it so…it wasn't that hard to find out." Ivanne answered, a hint of annoyance starting to surface in her voice. Her tremblings were gone and she was standing more assuredly. Although Ivanne wasn't as fierce as Ginny when it comes to being bullied, she would never stand being mistreated by others if she knew she wasn't doing anything wrong.
Ginny smirked. Go get him Ivanne!
She looked up in time to see Trey raise an eyebrow. Funny how men conceal their surprise by raising their eyebrows. Her gaze automatically shifted to Draco, who was standing beside the Ravenclaw, leaning on the wall lazily. She saw marks from the fight earlier and her hand itched to touch them, make them disappear.
Get a grip, Ginevra.
Trey walked to Ivanne's side and said. "Come on, I'm walking you up to your Tower." And he pulled Ivanne's hand, walking towards the direction of the Gryffindor Tower.
Ginny watched them and started walking after them, having no intention of being alone with the boy she was avoiding all week long. It was a long day and so many things have happened, her body was also screaming for BED!
"I'd let them alone, if I were you." Draco's familiar drawling voice echoed softly in the hallway. It was that same voice that told her off a week ago. The same voice she heard asking for a one-minute dance. That's the voice that made her stop walking now.
It's a wonder how Draco could get to her by just using that voice. It had made her fall in love with him, but it also made her cry. And now, it was making her heart race. Would she be having her first, real conversation with Draco Malfoy?
She bit her lip before answering, not looking back as she asked, "Why?"
Draco moved behind her, and the beat of her heart was so fast it felt like it wasn't beating at all. And when she felt him beside her, taking her arm to go to the other direction, her heart had dropped.
"W-Where are y-you…" she said as Draco led her off.
"Shh…"
She let Draco lead the way and found herself inside an empty classroom.
"Why-" Draco covered her mouth with his left hand and took out his wand with the right. Closing the door with a spell, he released her.
For a while they both stood there, not saying anything, just looking at each other, Ginny with curious looks and Draco with a knowing one. Moving to the teacher's table, Draco broke the silence. Speaking as he partially sat on the teacher's table, arms folded in front of him, he said "Good evening Ginevra."
The hairs in the back of Ginny's neck stood up, making her tingle. Butterflies surged in her stomach when she finally heard her name spoken by the one she had always wanted to hear it from.
Still not seeing why she was here with him, she tried again in a meek voice. "Why are we here?"
Draco shrugged. "You're friend needed to be alone with her fiancé." He said.
Surprised that he knew, Ginny felt her casual self coming back a little. "How'd you know? Trey told you?"
Draco nodded. "Who else?"
Ginny nodded, not quite knowing what to do next. Of course Trey would be the only one to tell him. She felt stupid, asking such a question but that was how she was affected by Draco. She wanted to go out and leave him alone, but aside from the fact that she knew the two badly needed to talk, she also knew she wanted to be alone with Draco.
"How are you?" came the sudden question.
Ginny looked up, noting that Draco was now looking away, focusing his sudden interest on the ceiling.
"I-I'm fine." She answered, stepping close to a seat, feeling the need to sit down. Draco knew what really was up with her. He knew why she was that way. And it was really uncomfortable to talk about it. She prayed he wouldn't ask about Blaise.
"And Blaise?"
Ginny pushed the groan that wanted to come out back to her throat. She didn't know what to say. Thinking fast, she replied "He's good."
A chilling silence worked its way up in to the room, and the two shifted around their seats comfortably. Ginny wasn't sure of what was happening. All she knew was that Draco was still not looking at her.
Was it a good sign? Blaise said Draco was dreaming of her at night and he found her sweet when she kissed him. Could he be getting uncomfortable because he was jealous?
Ginny was about to speak and tell him the truth when Draco cut her before she did.
"I'm glad you're with Blaise." He said. Then he left the room.
Ginny was left alone, not being able to stop a tear when it fell.
Draco wanted to jinx his stupid mouth and magically sew it shut. At the same time, he wanted to scream out loud. For a moment neither the fact that people would hear him nor the gossip he would be starting mattered. His heart was bursting and since it was his first time to experience such a thing, he was at a loss. Should he scream? Jinx someone? Muggle-duel with Trey again?
No. He wanted to come back to that empty classroom, put his arms around Ginevra and kiss her senseless, taking back what he said, all the things he did. He wanted to make her understand why he acted the way he did, make her see that he didn't mean anything he said, anything he did. Make her feel how sorry he was to hurt her. He wanted to pour out all his love for her.
Love.
That was it all along. It made Draco feel so angry that when he reached his room, he grabbed the nearest thing in his reach, a chair beside his bed, and he threw it on the floor. Not satisfied, he threw the covers and the pillows too, punched the bed post until he felt blood on his knuckles.
He yelled, letting out all the frustrations. He was angry at Blaise for getting into the picture. He was angry at Ginny for letting Blaise get into the picture. And he was angry at himself for not being able to do anything about it.
Look at him. The son of the most dangerous black wizard next to Voldemort. The cold, uncaring Draco, Prince of Slytherin. But what happened to him? He was slumped helplessly in the middle of his room, everything in shambles. And he was crying.
He was, bloody as hell, crying.
Blaise heard the yells inside Draco's room. He was going about to go inside, act as if nothing happened in the Great Hall. He was about to rub it in more, be the uncaring beast he can be at times. But more disturbing than the yells were the sobs he heard.
They were soft, hardly audible. More like soft choking. He drew nearer, hearing Draco trying with all his might to stop crying. He decided it wouldn't be best for his friend to see him tonight, not when Draco was acting like this. With a sinking feeling, he realized his friend had given up to his feelings faster than both he and Ginny calculated.
He turned and left.
In his mind, thoughts of Ginny ran. He had first noticed the girl when Draco had first dreamt about her. He wanted to see for himself what the youngest of the Weasleys had to make Draco dream about her. He was witness to how Draco would throw secret looks towards Ginevra's way. He knew Draco would go inside the library to see her. And because he would also often look at Ginevra's way, he also began to feel something for her.
When he reached his bed, he threw himself on it. This was trouble. He knew Draco had first noticed Red. He also knew Draco had wanted Red even before Draco knew it himself. But every smile Ginny flashed to other people, hearing her laugh and seeing her hug her brothers, Potter and her friends made him want to make her only smile at him, make him her only reason to laugh, and hug her so tight that no one would be able to get her away from him. Especially Draco.
He was already feeling bad. He knew he was just using this excuse to get close to Ginny. Of course, he was man enough to be fair. He would just make Draco jealous so he would appreciate Red more. That was no problem. The problem lies to the fact that his head was refusing the knowledge that in the end Ginny would be with Draco. He wasn't even sure he was doing it for the pair. He had a strong feeling he was doing it for himself.
He recalled what Ginny and him had talked about after they watched Draco and Trey pummel each other with their fists.
He had asked what it was that made Ginny fall for the blonde aristocrat. Ginny took a while to answer.
"I don't know. I just felt warm all over when we danced." Ginevra said. "I felt safe."
Blaise swallowed the lump formed in his throat. "Safe." He repeated. "Being with Draco is the least safest thing."
If his mate's family, especially Lucius, were to find out that Draco was in love with their family rival's only daughter, who knows what they would do to her.
Finding enough reason, Blaise had made up his mind. He wouldn't just make Draco jealous.
No.
He would make Ginevra fall in love with him.
"Ginny!" Fred's voice echoed through the Gryffindor's locker room.
It was a Quidditch game today and they were playing Ravenclaw. Ginny had been spacing out for the third time, and this time Fred didn't let it pass.
"Maybe you should just sit this game down." Fred told her. Detecting a hint of annoyance, she told him she was sorry.
She forced herself not to think about anything that happened last night. But it was like asking the twins not to do practical jokes on other people. It was like asking Harry to love Snape. It was impossible. More so because Draco had held her so close to him that she felt he loved her too and had pushed her so far that she felt he hated her the most. All in the same night.
"GINEVRA!"
Snapping back to the pep talk, she realized Fred was red in the face, George looked ready to defend her if and when his twin attacks his sister, and Harry was looking concerned. The others were all looking like they wanted to take cover.
"I-I'm sorry, Fred." She apologized. "I…"
"You're in-love with the Ferret, we know." Fred spat. "But it's over! He isn't into you so you might as well get the bloody hell over it!"
Ginny hadn't had the chance to fire back a reply. Madam Hooch had blown her whistle, Dean Thomas was emceeing and he was calling them out from the dug out.
Ginny was looking strange when she got out of the dug out. She looked angry, embarrassed, violent. If the mood was somewhat lighter, he would feel sorry for the Ravenclaw that would come her way.
But he was feeling a little sick. He hadn't cried his all last night. He got scared. He fought hard not to cry, fought hard not to shout again. And it resulted in the heavy burden he felt he was carrying today. Crying made him feel useless, defenseless. He didn't like it.
Blaise was at his left. They still weren't speaking to each other which suited him fine. He didn't know what to tell him anyway.
Ginny wheezed by near the Slytherin seats, carrying the Quaffle. Dodging a Bludger expertly, she sailed around the field, swishing out of Ravenclaw reach. She passed the Quaffle to her teammate who swerved to avoid a Bludger that nearly rammed her face. The girl, Bell, passed the Quaffle back to Ginny all of a sudden, obviously jilted by the Bludger. Ginny obviously wasn't ready for the pass because she missed it. Taking a nose dive to retrieve the fast falling ball, she got it just before it hit the ground. Flying upwards again, she headed to one of the hoops.
Blam!
A Bludger hit Ginny on the arm making her lose her grip and causing her broom to teeter violently, throwing her to fall rapidly to the ground.
On instinct, Draco pointed his wand to the girl. "Leviosa Corpus!!" he shouted. People gasped as Ginny abruptly stopped plummeting down. She was suspended in the air, head first, hair hanging downward, and eyes looking terrified. Everybody watched as Draco shouted again. "Accio Ginny!"
Ginny's body flew instantly towards Draco's direction and in a moment, she was enveloped in Draco's arms.
Draco couldn't believe he did it. For a while, he was just staring at her as both of them trembled nervously. It was too close. Ginny was staring at him, her eyes blank at first. Then as people slowly recovered from the shock, tears fell from her eyes.
Draco saw the tear fell and it brought him out of his shocked reverie. Not knowing what to say, he did the most natural thing to do: gather Ginny in his arms and hug her tight.
Hugging Draco back felt like the most right thing to do.
Ginny continued to clutch his arms, feeling as if she was still falling fast when in fact they were now standing amidst the Slytherins, Blaise nearby.
She let the tears stream down. Falling or not, she didn't care. All that mattered was that Draco was with her, hugging her like he needed it. Keeping her close like he would die if he'd let her go.
She felt like she was melting. But strangely enough, she felt safe.
"Shh," Draco whispered while kissing her hair. "You are safe."
A/N: Wee! Chapter 7's here and I did the two chaps in just two days! It's the least I can do for those who waited a long time for the continuation of the movie. I hope you all liked the story. And for the people who reviewed, again, my thanks! Oh and please bear with some mixed up facts if there were any. I just write the story the way I wanted it to be and I'm quite aware of my limitation in the knowledge of the Harry Potter Series. I'm no master of the book. I know I can get some of the things mixed up so please, just bear with it. Tell me though, so I can correct them next time.
Chapter 8 is on the way. I just wish I finish it before the week ends. Whew! My mind's bursting right now. Don't forget to read and then review! If you feel Draco was a little OC in this chap, tell me. Or if you think it's just the right dose of Draco-attitude, do tell me too. I'm a little concerned about that right now.
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