A/N I'm trying really hard to shove updates out quickly now to make up for lost time. I have motivation to write at the moment so I want to try and use it for the short while that it actually exists! Thank you to all the people who have given feedback to me, I appreciate it a lot.

Short updates really are growing on me for this story. I'm definitely going to keep them short and regular. It wasn't the original plan, but concepts change I suppose. The main thing is that people are enjoying it and that's really what matters to me. Thank you to all.

Without further ado, here's part 7 of Mistakes Worth Making. I hope you enjoy.

The beauty of being apart from somebody for a while is you're able to truly see if you miss them. You're able to see if being apart from them for a long time takes its toll on you, or whether it's just a fleeting thing. In this instance, Ginny had been struggling to make it on her own without the comfort of knowing Draco Malfoy would be there, which was a feeling she'd never imagined she'd feel about the son of her family's enemies.

They hadn't spoken in almost three weeks. Part of the plan, she assumed. But nonetheless, it made her sad. Sure, she had her friends, but she didn't feel like she could open up to them about the things she talked about with Draco, and that was the concerning part. She missed him. And the painful part was she didn't think he missed her. Maybe she was just another Pansy to him: somebody pretty to look at for a small time but grows boring and irritating soon later.

. . .

The Gryffindor table felt quite vacant to Ginny that morning. It appeared that many of the people weren't present. It wasn't that Ginny minded, in fact she quite enjoyed being able to be at peace with her mind and thoughts for one morning, but it just felt a little bit odd to her. It wasn't a usual occurrence and Ginny wasn't a big fan of change.

The owls, however, stopped for nobody, and continued their postal delivery service as usual. White and brown splotched across the ceiling of the room, dancing with the dust of the floating candles and they hovered over their targets before dropping a parcel in their hands (or food, if the receiver was unlucky enough.) Ginny never paid attention to this time of day because if there was any ever post for her it was always given to Ron to give to her, and it was only when an owl dropped a letter into her lap did it occur to her that her brother wasn't there. She'd forgotten.

In dazzling cursive her name was written on the front of an envelope. She turned the envelope over and undid the seal, ripping the envelope open and taking the contents out to examine. It was a letter.

Weasley,

I am sorry for my absence in your presence lately. How un-gentlemanly of me. But I promise I'll make it up to you. I haven't forgotten about you so don't worry about that. In fact, quite the opposite, you've been plaguing my mind since we last spoke. You vixen.

Remember that plan I was telling you about? Think of this as stage one. Right now as you're reading this, I am sat opposite you. Don't look up at me just yet. I'm with my friends. Parkinson is here. Imagine that you're reading something really heartfelt. Maybe shed a tear if you can, for dramatic effect!

Now look for me. Scan the people until you spot me. Give me a smile and a small wave, I'll return the gesture.

The message is concluding now. Smile down at the parchment, beam at it, show off those pearly whites to the words written on the page.

Next what you want to do is make your way over to me. Say something like "That was beautiful" and walk away. That's all. Trust me.

D.M

Ginny's mind raced with thoughts. For a starter, it was one of the most stupid things she had ever read in her life, and that was something alright. And another thing was she didn't understand how this would help anything. But now wasn't really the time for asking questions so she decided to follow what Draco had instructed her to do. She got up from her place, folding the letter into her hand, and walked over to the Slytherin table.

"Draco," she said, catching the attention of the boy," that was beautiful. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure, my dear," he replied, smiling.

Ginny walked away from the table, overhearing the disgusted voices of his friends, with one female voice reaching a higher volume than all the rest. She didn't feel like this accomplished anything. In fact, she felt like it made it worse. Now instead of just one angry Pansy Parkinson after her, she imagined she'd have the full Malfoy squad waiting for the right opportunity to skin her alive.

Great, she thought, all that achieved was making me seem like an idiot. She left the Great Hall, forgetting all about her breakfast that was going cold in its isolation.