I know, it's been quite a while since I had updated this story ! I'm so sorry . ! I was preoccupied with finals for school and when winter break started I realized that I had no idea how to continue. I decided to keep my mind off of this story until I could get a clearer head. Unfortunately, I didn't get around to think about it. And school has started again. But for whatever reason, I find it easier to write now. Hopefully, everyone who's been reading my fanfic lately won't be disappointed !
And if you can't tell, I personally don't like Ginny .. ahaha !
She wasn't quite sure of the situation. For some time, she had felt an empty emotion coming from the man she had loved for so long. Her heart shuddered from how coldly he treated her, but she couldn't let him go. No. Ginny Weasley wasn't the kind to let go so easily. She knew he tugged at the restraints she placed on him, yet she wasn't going to let anyone else have him. Occasionally he managed to walk away and she argued with herself whether or not she should track him. It wouldn't be so hard, even if he Apparated away, there were plenty of ways she could go after him. She couldn't bring herself to do it though. She already used her magic to keep him with her, trying to keep him tied down, but she was only lying to herself. If he wanted to stay, he would've.
Without her noticing, something changed about him. There was still a bitter cold present when he was around, but he stayed around. He did everything Ginny wanted without complaint. She wasn't sure what happened to him, but she didn't want to know. She was glad he was around her because of his own will. She wanted it to be like that always.
The moment Artemis flew out her window, Aria wasn't sure of what she had done. Torn between her feelings. She had seen Draco a few times at the Ministry and only officially met him when she was walking with Harry. Harry introduced her to Draco when Draco had come down to their department to discuss some important matters. He had gave her a nod of acknowledgement, but his facial expression was hard to read. She remembered looking into his cold gray eyes and wondering what he was thinking. When he left, Harry had told her a bit of how he knew her and even laughed when he revealed that he worked in the Improper Use of Magic Office. She asked him why he found it funny, but the only response he gave was: "If you only knew him in school!"
The day after that meeting, she had received a note from him, asking if she would care to join him for dinner. She would have said yes, but by then she was already falling for Harry, filled with the hope that maybe he would leave the girlfriend he never really talks about. If only she hadn't been so stupid.
She didn't have to wait long for a response from Draco. Informing her that they would go out that evening, she ran a bath and decided to take a long soak. She wanted to clean herself of her shame. She didn't want a single sign of regret to be showing when she had met Draco. As she let the warm water cover her, she tried as hard as she could to rid her mind of thoughts of Harry. Yet it only seemed to drown her in his memory. His arms, the way he held her, when he grabbed hold of her. She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks and decided that she needed a shower instead.
Aria had decided to wear the same dress she wore the night Harry called her a mistake. She figured it would help her to think of a better memory when she looked at it. Draco whisked her away from her place, taking her to one of the nicest restaurants she had ever stepped foot in. Around she saw lovely couples dining and laughing, whispering sweet nothings to each other, sitting in the bliss of one another's company. She took a side glance at Draco. He seemed to hold his head high with pride as he took hold of her arm to lead her along to the table their hostess was showing them.
As he pulled her chair out for her, she felt a kind of tenderness from Draco. As he took his seat across from her, their waiter arrived and Draco ordered some kind of wine for the two of them to share. Aria felt out of her element here. She had never had wine before, and as she wondered whether or not she would like it, she felt classless and out of place. The women here had an air of magnificence around them. She hugged herself as she was reminded of the humiliation she felt because of Harry.
To make matters worse, she saw something that made her feel sick. Behind Draco she saw none other than Harry taking a seat with his Ginny, that Hermione, and some others she didn't recognize. She would've rattled her brain to remember if Harry had ever mentioned his friends but before she could, Draco began talking to her. "What made you decide to take me up on my offer?"
She herself hadn't been sure, nevertheless she lied with, "Well, I had been thinking of you for some time and decided to just go for it."
"What do you keep looking at?" He glanced over his own shoulder.
"Oh!" She didn't realize she was staring over where Harry was. "I thought I saw some old friends from back where I used to live, but I see now that it's not them… Er, would you mind switching seats with me? It's kind of cold in my seat."
"Sure thing." They switched. "It's not very cold here, but you must've been cold because of the lovely dress your wearing." He took hold of her hand and brushed his lips against her skin. She felt the goose bumps forming up her arm from that kiss. She stared once more in his gray eyes. There was something different about them that she hadn't seen at their first formal meeting. At that time, he had a hardened look about him. Now, they were soft and showed a gentleness not present in the rest of his demeanor. And the more they spoke together, the more relaxed she began to feel, her mind slowly forgetting the person sitting behind her.
Ginny was unsure how to help her dear friend Hermione. Hermione was preoccupied with her own problems with Ron that Ginny couldn't confide her own mistakes. She looked over at a larger mirror that was on the opposite wall. She barely recognized herself. She didn't show any kind of look of remorse for what she had done to Harry. She didn't want to admit that their relationship was a lie. She couldn't. She couldn't reveal that in her fifth year at Hogwarts, she slipped him with a carefully made love potion. Just the right amount slipped to him every so often kept him around. Lately, it seemed to be having a negative effect on his mental well-being.
There is always a warning when using any kind of potion on someone and love potions are of no exception. Although she thought that if she managed to create her own formula, she realized that his uneasiness lately had been a side-effect. She began to decrease the amount she gave him each day, she feared that it would lose its over him and that he would leave. Constantly she reminded herself of when he had left school in search of a way to defeat Lord Voldemort. When he returned and they were able to be together, he told her that she was always on his mind wherever he went.
Each time he told her, she gained some confidence that there was some truth to their relationship. That he actually did hold feelings of love and affection for her. But then something in her heart told her it wasn't. He had fooled himself into believing the lie she created and she feared that he will realize the lie.
That he would leave her alone forever. She didn't think she could ever find anyone else that she felt this way about. She continued to stare at her own reflection. All these thoughts ran through her mind and yet her face showed no sign of what she thought or what she was thinking. She looked back at poor Hermione, wondering if anything relationship advice she gave would actually mean anything.
It's pathetic. Her relationship with Ron. Everything they had been through, and he can be so easily taken away like that? She wanted to scoff at Hermione's confusion of why Ron left her. Instead all she could do was give Hermione false words of comfort.
