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Chapter 10

"Ginny, I can explain," Draco tried to grab her hand, but she pulled away from him.

"Don't touch me," Ginny snapped. She turned and hurried out of the room. Draco rushed after her, shoving past the other guests. In the few minutes since they had walked in, it had started raining, but Ginny didn't seem to care. She ran out into the rain, instantly getting drenched.

"Ginny," Draco grabbed her arm, "Please, listen to me."

"No!" Ginny tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let her go.

"Please," Draco grabbed her other arm too, turning her to face him. Abruptly Ginny swung to face him, tears spilling down her cheeks, "Oh, God, Ginny let me explain!"

"Draco, there's nothing to explain!" Ginny yelled. Her red hair was plastered to her face and neck and her dress was soaked with water. "I knew it from the beginning that you were just using me but Luna convinced me that you actually wanted me. I knew I was right, I could feel it." She pulled out of his arms and said, "Just leave me alone Draco. You don't have to pretend anymore."

"Ginny please," Draco's voice cracked, "I-I just…" He grabbed her arm again and yanked her back to him. He tipped her chin up and kissed her desperately, silently begging her to let him explain. He felt her start to give in to him, but the next minute she pulled away and slapped him.

"I hate you." She turned and ran down the street, the puddles splashing up around her feet.

"I love you," he called after her. She faltered, as if half of her wanted to run back to him, but after a moment's pause she kept running and was soon out of his sight.

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Ginny stumbled into the Burrow, tears spilling down her cheeks and her dress soaking wet, plastered to her body. "Ginny!" Molly exclaimed, rushing over and wrapping her arms around her daughter, "What happened?"

"I-I fell in love with him! And he was just using me! A-And-," Ginny fell into a fit of sobs, sinking down to the kitchen floor in a heap of wet dress.

"Arthur!" Molly called frantically into the living room. "Arthur!!"

"I'm coming!" he called back. A second later he walked through the kitchen door and his jaw dropped open. Ginny wasn't the type of girl who cried. When her dog died, she hadn't cried. She had barely cried when Harry dumped her for Nicole. Now, as Ginny sobbed on the floor of the kitchen, Arthur felt anger well up in his stomach, "I'll kill him."

This caught Ginny's attention, "No, Dad. Don't."

"Ginny," Arthur sighed. Instead of protesting he knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. She clung to him, her body trembling. When she had finally calmed down enough to get up, Molly and Arthur helped her upstairs into her old bedroom and put her to sleep.

Even after they had turned off the light and shut the door, Ginny could hear them talking on the other side of the door. "My little girl," Molly said tearfully, "How could he do this to my little girl?"

"I know," Arthur murmured words of comfort to Molly before they moved away from Ginny's door. More tears fell down Ginny's cheeks, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she drifted off to sleep.

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"Blaise," Draco called, pounding furiously on the door. "Blaise! I need your help!"

The door slowly creaked open and Blaise poked his head out, "Drake? What are you doing here?" he asked sleepily, "It's three a.m."

"She's gone Blaise. She found out the truth and now she's gone. And I'm never going to get her back, Blaise. She hates me, she's gone!" Draco paced back and forth on the doorstep. Waving his hands in the air he continued, "I'm such an idiot, Blaise! She hates me! She's gone!" He slumped against the doorframe, "She's gone Blaise," his voice was quieter this time. Finally he looked up at the other man before whispering, "She's gone."

Blaise helped Draco in the house and up the stairs. Draco kicked his shoes off and slumped onto the bed in Blaise's guest room. "Blaise, what's going on?" Jenny whispered from the doorway.

Blaise walked out and shut the door, leaving Draco alone in the dark. "Ginny found out the truth about his motives for dating her and she left him."

"Oh my," Jenny moved to open the door, "Maybe I can make him some tea or talk to him or something."

"No," Blaise grabbed her hand and held it tightly in his own, "He needs to get through this on his own, love. He's never been in love before and now she's gone. I don't think any of us can help him."

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The next morning Draco's eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun poured in the window. He groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets over his head. For a minute he lay in defiance of the sun, willing himself to go back to sleep, but to no avail. He sighed and pulled himself out of bed. The ache in his heart from the previous night hadn't retreated. In fact it had deepened down farther into his stomach and he groaned as he shuffled out of his room and down to the kitchen where Blaise and Jenny sat, whispering quietly to each other.

When the door swung shut behind him they both turned to watch him carefully. He paused and stared back at them before sighing, "Don't look at me like that. I know I messed up, but there's really nothing I can do about it now."

Blaise sighed, "Drake, you need to go talk to her."

"No," Draco said stubbornly. "I told her I loved her, Blaise. She still walked away. It's her move now, not mine." Blaise started to protest, but Draco said, "Drop it Blaise." To Blaise's dismay the iron clad mask of ice slowly covered Draco's face. Draco smirked softly and said, "I'm sorry to have interrupted your life, but thank you for allowing me to stay with you for the night. I need to get to work. I'll see you later Blaise."

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"Ginny," a voice called her to her senses and she shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks before she turned to face Harry, who stood just feet away from her in the Weasley's garden.

"Hey Harry," she said quietly. Her voice cracked and she looked down at the ground, embarrassed, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," he paused and moved closer to her, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," she whispered.

"Ginny," Harry said quietly. She looked up at him, and slowly her tears spilled down her cheeks. "Oh, Gin," Harry pulled her into a hug and she cuddled against him, sobbing against his chest. He stroked her hair gently, murmuring comforting words to her.

When she pulled away she wiped her eyes and sniffed, "I'm sorry."

"It's ok," Harry said quietly, brushing her cheek with his thumb. He sighed, "You really love him, don't you."

"More than anything," she whispered.

"I'll never understand you, Ginny Weasley," he muttered. She giggled through her tears and hugged him tightly. They slowly wandered towards the house while Harry asked, "How long ago did you guys break up?"

"Almost two weeks," Ginny said quietly. She looked up at him, "I guess the Daily Prophet didn't print anything about it?"

Harry cleared his throat, "Ron told me he heard that Draco threatened the Daily Prophet's editor. If they printed a story about your breakup he would ruin the Prophet."

"Oh," Ginny said quietly.

They walked in silence for a few minutes until Harry stopped walking and sighed, "Ginny. You have no idea how much it kills me to have to say this, but you really need to go to him."

"What?"

"He obviously cares a great deal about you Gin," Harry explained, "Your parents actually agree with me too. First he keeps the Daily Prophet from exploiting your love life. According to Luna he's been moping around his office for days and not getting any of his work done. He's also not following his normal pattern of breaking up with a girl and then having a new one the next night. He's still single Ginny. He's waiting for you."

Ginny gaped up at Harry before shutting her mouth tightly, "Harry, if he truly cared for me he wouldn't have done what he did. Or he would have told me the truth or… or anything! He would have done something other than what he did. Then I would believe you." She turned on her heel and marched towards the house. At the last second she turned around and said, "And I'd like to ask you to stay out of my personal business Harry. Draco's not the only man who hurt me in the past."

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Draco sat alone in his office. He had ignored all the meetings that had been scheduled for the day. He ignored Pansy knocking on the door as well as Fiona. God, how could he get himself out of this one? Yes, he had gone into the relationship for the wrong reasons, but he had ended up falling for Ginny. He knew he couldn't take back the past, but he couldn't make her understand how his feelings had changed.

He groaned and dropped his head on his desk. A moment later the door opened and a voice said briskly, "Mr. Malfoy, you have a meeting tomorrow with three of your investors, as well as a brunch with Mr. Zabini. I hope I'm not intruding on anything personal, but it's been over a month since you and Ms. Weasley broke up and I think you need to stop moping and get back to your life."

"Go away Fiona," Draco mumbled.

"No," the woman said strongly, "You need to get your act together. I took it upon myself to tell Pansy that you won't be needing her services anytime soon. Also, Rita Skeeter called, she would like to do an interview about the upcoming Malfoy Industries Christmas ball. Would you like to do the interview? I'm assuming she's going to ask you about your current romance."

"I don't have a current romance," Draco muttered.

"Of course not," Draco heard the sound of Fiona scribbling something on the ever present clipboard and then she asked, "Would you like met to owl Ms. Weasley and ask her to meet you for lunch?"

"Are you crazy?!" Draco asked, looking up at her, "Ginny doesn't want to see me, Fiona. She hates me and there's nothing I can do about it. Now, if you'll please leave me alone."

"I'm sorry Draco, but I don't see why you don't just go and see her," Fiona snapped. "You spend your entire day moping about her and thinking about her. She loves you Draco, it's bloody obvious and you're just going to sit here on your high horse being your stubborn ass self!" She scoffed, "So typical Malfoy. If he doesn't get his way he's going to pout instead of doing something about it."

Draco glared daggers at her and growled, "Get out of my office."

Fiona glared back and said, "Gladly." She turned and marched out of the office, muttering, "Stupid prat."

Draco growled again and dropped his head onto his desk. A second later his speakerphone beeped and he pressed the button, snapping, "What?!"

"Um, sorry Mr. Malfoy," Jill said quietly, "I was just revising the list of invitations for the Christmas ball and I was wondering if you would like me to leave Ms. Weasley's name on the list."

Draco sighed and glanced at the framed picture next to the speakerphone. It was the only picture on his desk and it made him smile, even through the pain in his heart. He pressed the button on his speakerphone, "Keep her on the list Jill."

"Ok, sir," was the muffled reply, but Draco barely heard it. The only thing he could think of was the beautiful picture of him and Ginny staring back at him. It was the only picture he had of them. It was taken at Blaise's son's birthday party. The sun glinted off of her gorgeous red hair and she smiled widely as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Ok," Draco said quietly, thinking about what Fiona had said, "I'll fight for her."