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Note: Wow…it's been a while since I've updated. Sorry : buuuuut….at least I'll be able to update much more since I don't have school in the way! My plan is to finish this fic before the seventh book comes out. So yup, this is my next chapter. Enjoy and don't forget to R&R. Thanks!!!
Chapter 11
"Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"Can you sill feel your legs?"
"Mmhmm."
Ginny couldn't remember how they'd gotten in this position. Twenty minutes ago she was having a food fight with him in the middle of her kitchen. Now they both lay exhausted on her couch covered in cookie ingredients, Harry on his back and his girlfriend lying on top of him on her stomach.
"Ginny?"
"Mmm?"
"You have egg in your hair." Ginny smiled, remembering the egg he had squashed into her hair while she tried to push him away with a wooden spoon.
"Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"You have a chocolate chip above your left eye." It was Harry's turn to smile.
"Care to fix that for me?"
"Gladly." Ginny leaned forward and ate the bit of chocolate off of his face, laughing the whole time.
"How was it?"
"Lovely."
"Really?"
"Yes. It was just so lovely."
This was the single memory that flitted across Ginny's mind as she felt a force thrust her to the floor. A glass vase shattered in the background.
"Oh mon Dieu," Fleur whispered, dropping her wand.
"Ginny!" The redhead found herself staring up at two wide blue eyes. "Ginny, are you alright?" Something about her eyes startled Ginny. Even the blonde's voice seemed strangely un-calm. For the first time, Luna's voice revealed nothing more than raw panic. "Say something, anything." For a few moments Ginny merely looked into the terrified eyes of Luna Lovegood before eventually speaking.
"You saved my life." Luna heaved a great sigh of relief and stood, helping Ginny to her feet afterwards.
Fleur Delacour whimpered in a nearby corner.
"I almost keeled 'er," she said in a shaking whisper. "Ce n'est pas vrai." Slowly Ginny inched toward the French woman.
"Fleur?" she said quietly, kneeling before her. The stunning blonde looked up at her. There was a strange emptiness in the woman's eyes.
"I just tried to keel my 'usband's seester. Maybe I am crazy." She began to cry silently. "Why do you do zis, Ginny? Why do you turn my 'usband against me?" Ginny frowned.
"That never happened. I never turned Bill against you." Fleur scowled at her sister-in-law.
"Liar," she hissed. Ginny sighed.
"Talk to me, Fleur. Tell me what happened." The other woman pointed to someone over Ginny's shoulder. The redheaded woman turned around to find Luna standing nearby.
"I want 'er out," she snapped. Luna seemed vaguely surprised.
"Pardon?"
"GET OUT!" Fleur shrieked, causing Luna to jump.
"You're rather rude, Mrs. Weasley," she said in a surprisingly unruffled voice as she strode out the door, closing it quietly behind her. Ginny scowled at the young French woman and quickly snatched up both of their wands.
"You can't just do that to people," she hissed at Fleur. The older woman flipped her hair and looked the other way.
"I can do anyzing I want."
Except keep a husband, Ginny thought bitterly.
"What do you want?" she said instead. Now Fleur looked directly into her pale blue eyes.
"Deed I not make it clear enough? You turned my—"
"Oh, for God's sake, Fleur! How could I have possibly done that to you?"
"You are ze one in ze family who never liked me!"
No one in our family likes you.
"And we both know zat you are clozer to Bill zan anyone else." Ginny suppressed a smirk.
I beg to differ. Tonks is much closer to Bill than anyone else.
"So who could 'ave convinced Bill to leeve me?"
"I don't know, Fleur. Who could have convinced Bill to leave you?" she said in a mockingly smooth voice. The French woman stood to her full height, as if this would intimidate her sister-in-law. Her face grew a dangerous shade of purplish red, and Ginny could have sworn that Fleur's facial features began to slightly resemble that of a bird.
"I 'ate you!" Her face was now a solid purple. "Why do you do zis to me? Ees eet because I am beautiful? More beautiful zan you? You are just jealous zat I am beautiful and blonde and curvaceous and better zan you at everyzing!" Ginny took a deep breath.
Be nice. Must be nice.
"You are a beetch! A jealous, ugly beetch!"
She's your sister-in-law.
"I was a wonderful wife!"
Don't say anything. You'll regret it.
"A better wife zan Neemfahdora will ever be!"
She's a child. And she's having a tantrum. Let her have her tantrum.
"I am ze best wife for 'im and 'e knows eet."
Keep your mouth shut. Just keep your mouth shut.
"I am perfect. I am perfect!"
"If you're so damn perfect, then why did he leave you? Did it even cross your mind, just for one second, that maybe, just maybe, you were the one who messed up? You were the one who destroyed the relationship. Fleur, just look at yourself! Who wants to marry a vain porcelain doll whose vocabulary consists of 'me', 'me', 'me', and 'You don't see beauty like zis every day'." Fleur looked as if she had been slapped in the face.
"I didn't do anyzing wrong," she hissed through clenched teeth. "It was zat Neemfahdora woman. She stole my 'usband away from me. And you, Ginevra, are ze one who whispered poison into my 'usband's ear. You made 'im 'ate me."
"I haven't spoken with him since Lupin's death."
"Liar." Fleur looked slightly insane now; her eyes held a hatred often seen only in maddened animals, and she appeared more bird-like than ever before. She released a sudden high-pitched shriek of fury. "Admit it, Ginevra! Admit zat you 'ate me!" Ginny, who still sat on the floor, nodded.
"I hate you," she said coolly.
"And zat you never wanted my marriage to work!"
"It's true. I didn't." Fleur's face continued to grow more and more purple until she seemed to be in danger of popping a vessel in her head.
"Tell me zat you wanted Neemfahdora to be with my 'usband."
"Actually, yes. I always had an idea that they'd end up together someday."
"Zen you did eet. You—"
"What the hell makes you think I'd do that? Seriously, Fleur. Why do you always think it's me?" Fleur's eyes had a bizarre glow to them now.
"Because 'e told me." Ginny's mouth fell open.
"What?" Fleur's lips curled into a triumphant grin.
"When I found 'im keesing zat beetch on my sofa, 'e told me zat you once said only a few days before my wedding zat eet was a pity zat Lupin found Neemfahdora before 'e did. You said 'e deserved 'er love and not mine. You told 'im zat I couldn't love. And now 'e seems to 'ave taken your sick advice." She spat on the apartment floor. "I 'ope you rot for what you did to me!" Ginny stood, having had enough of Fleur's childishness. Fleur's wand in hand, she extended her arm to the other woman.
"Take it and leave," the redhead said firmly. The other woman snatched the wood from her hand and dramatically swung open the door, only to find a man standing there, fist in midair, about to knock.
He was a reasonably handsome young man, with emerald green eyes and deeply masculine facial features. He wore robes of crimson red, which matched the bouquet of roses he held in his hand. Aside from his astonishingly untamable hair, he was a well-kept man. He stared up at Fleur; despite the fact that his height was that of an average man, the French woman still towered over him. She pointed a long dainty finger at him and looked directly into Ginny's eyes.
"You see zis man? 'E will not be 'ere forever. You will pay for what you did. Zis love between you two will end like zat." She snapped her fingers. "And you will be lost, just like me." And with a loud popping noise, she disappeared. The young man looked at Ginny with utter confusion.
"Erm…did I catch you at a bad time?" he asked, backing away from the doorway. "I could come back later. It looks like you had a really rough day. I'll leave you alone for a while." Ginny couldn't help but to smile.
Harry, you're just too cute.
She took the hand that wasn't carrying the bouquet and led him inside, closing the door with her foot.
"It's not true, you know," Ginny said as she put the broken vase back together with a flick of her wand. "I'll love you forever, Harry Potter." He smiled weakly, still a bit rattled by Fleur's statement.
"Oh! Uh, these are for you." Harry held out the bouquet of flowers in front of him. Ginny laughed and put them in the vase.
"It's been years since we first dated, and you're just as nervous as you were when you were sixteen." He hugged her around the waist.
"What's wrong with being sixteen again?"
Harry's question was never answered.
--
"Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"Can you feel your legs?"
"Mmhmm."
They always seemed to end up in this position: exhausted on the couch, Harry on his back with his girlfriend laying on top of him on her stomach. And it all started from one single question…
"Ginny?"
"Mmm?"
"Tell me that you love me." Ginny felt his grip on her back grow firmer. She gave him a warm smile.
"You know I love you."
"But I want you to tell me."
"I love you."
"Tell me you'll never leave me."
"What?"
"Please, just tell me."
"I…I'll never leave you." An image of Draco Malfoy floated in front of her eyes. She felt the sudden urge to cry.
"Now tell me you'll never hurt me."
Oh, Harry. You're killing me.
"I'll never hurt you."
You're a bitch, Ginny.
"And promise me you'll—" Ginny put a finger to his lips and gave him a fake smile. She couldn't take any more. The lump in the back of her throat was getting bigger.
"Harry James Potter, I love you and I will love only you for the rest of my life. I'll never leave you and I promise to never break your heart." It was then when she began to sob. She knew that there was no way she could ever keep her promise.
I hate lying to him. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
"Thank you." He kissed the tears that streamed down her face, foolishly thinking she was overcome with love for him.
I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so, so sorry.
Harry's brilliant green eyes pierced into hers.
"Penny for your thoughts, Gin." She smiled weakly.
"It's just that, well, no one's ever loved me like you have." Harry grinned and kissed her.
"See, luv? I knew exactly what you were thinking. We're perfect for each other." Ginny's body began to tremble with grief.
I can't take it. I love you Harry. I love you so much. But I wish I could tell you how I'm falling for someone else.
"Ginny, you're shaking. Are you alright?" She hated herself for what she was about to say.
"I know this is going to sound so silly, but I'm afraid that someday you'll stop loving me. I don't think I could live without you."
Please, God, let him stop loving me. Let him hate me and forget everything good about me. Let him curse my name and fall in love with someone else and live happily ever after.
"That is silly. I'll never stop." He held her hand tightly. "I promise." She cried even harder. Harry stroked her back gently as she rested her head on his chest. "Don't you ever worry about that," he whispered. "As long as you're here, I'm here with you."
I'll never forgive myself for this.
--
Sometime between that moment and six hours later, both of them had fallen asleep. Ginny was the first to awaken. She watched his peaceful, sleeping face. A lump formed in the back of her throat.
"I hate myself," she said, "for letting you love me." She moved a few locks of hair away from his eyes. "How do I tell you there's someone else?" Ginny toyed a bit more with his hair. "His name's Draco Malfoy. Don't you remember? He's the one whose father you put in jail and murdered a few years later in his cell. Remember, Harry? He tried to kill you. Yeah, that's him. Oh, and I'm kind of sleeping with him now. But don't get mad, Harry. I'll still love you."
"Of course you do," a voice drawled from above her. "That's why you're sleeping with his worst enemy."
Ginny nearly fell off the sofa when her eyes trailed from Harry's face to Draco's, which hovered over the couple. He was at most five inches away from them.
"Draco!" she cried in a frantic whisper. "What the hell are you doing here?" She quickly glanced down to make sure her beau was still asleep. He was. The other man raised an eyebrow and smoothed his platinum blond hair back.
"I came to read a bit more of Snape's diary. I thought I'd pay you another surprise visit, but this," he gestured to Harry, who still lay asleep under her, "this was definitely an unexpected bonus." He smirked at the situation he knew Ginny hated. "I have impeccable timing, no?"
"Get out, Draco," she said with as much hatred one could express while whispering. "And for God's sake, keep your voice down!"
"Oh, where's your sense of adventure? Keep him here. Let's read. Maybe we'll snog later." Ginny glowered at him.
"I hate you." He gave her another signature Malfoy smirk.
"That's what's so fun about these love-hate relationships. You don't even have to like me."
That's the problem, Draco. I think I'm beginning to.
"Do you dislike me?"
Oh, God. He reads minds.
"Draco, keep your voice down." It was obvious to him that she desperately wanted to change the subject. Unfortunately, he was a Malfoy, and it was in his blood to enjoy others' pain and discomfort. His smirk grew into a spine-chilling grin.
"So you're falling for me? Is that it?"
"Shut up, I hate you and you know that."
"Something tells me that you're lying." She avoided his eyes and looked down at Harry. That familiar urge to cry was overwhelming her.
"Shut up."
"You can't even look at me. That's just how much it hurts for you to admit it." Ginny blinked back tears.
"This is all just a game to you, isn't it?" she sneered. "It must be so fun to hurt people without feeling anything yourself."
Shut up, Ginny. Shut the hell UP!
Thought she wasn't looking at him, she knew that the blond man above him was giving her the most peculiar expression. Several moments passed before he finally spoke.
"Ginevra," he said in a firm, serious tone, "look at me." Ginny shook her mane of red hair like an insolent child. "I'm not kidding. Look at me." She concentrated on the stretch of skin between Harry's nose and upper lip. "Ginevra…"
At that moment he gripped a thick lock of long red hair and jerked her head up. She released a gasping shriek in shock and pain. To her great misfortune, this caused her boyfriend to stir. Draco wretched her head closer to his own.
"Don't you ever think I don't feel anything. Ever." He spoke in short, livid, dangerous breaths that terrified the young woman.
She heard Harry yawn from below her.
"Did you say something, Gin?" She heard a popping noise in the background, signaling that Draco was gone.
"No, it was just a dream." Harry smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Tell me about it." Ginny averted her eyes away from him and focused on the roses he had given her. "Ginny? Is there something wrong?"
Our relationship is over. I hate lying to you. It hurts so damn much, Harry.
"It was a nightmare. I don't want to talk about it." Harry tucked a lock of flaming red hair behind her ear. "Well, it's over now." She smiled weakly at him.
No it's not. I've been living in a nightmare ever since I ruined our relationship.
Now that the veil of Ginny's hair no longer blocked his vision, Harry was able to see more of the room. This advantage was to her great misfortune.
"What are those?"
"Pardon?"
"What are those?" Ginny followed his eyes to the nearby coffee table where the pages of the diary lay in a stack. She shook her head.
"Just spare pieces of parchment. Nothing important." Harry sat up in a fashion in which Ginny ended up being hoisted onto his lap.
"Looks like someone's been writing on it." He reached out to take a sheet. Ginny's hand grabbed his wrist before he was even close to the pile. Harry watched her in confusion. "What's gotten into you today?" Ginny looked up and gave him a weak smile.
"I just don't like people in my things. That's all." Harry sat back and put an arm around her, his expression slightly grim.
"What happened to us?" he asked quietly. "Ever since the night at the pub, we've been growing apart."
Oh, Harry. We've been growing apart a long time before that.
"Ginny, can I ask you some questions?"
Uh oh.
"Sure, luv."
"Do you have feelings for someone else?"
Yes.
"No."
"Look at me and tell me that." Slowly, Ginny raised her head.
Ooh, what pretty green eyes. I forgot how nice they were to look at.
"Harry, this is silly. I can't believe you would think I would do such a thing." She slid off his lap and began to walk to the kitchen. "I'm hungry," she said over her shoulder. "Would you like anything?"
"Are you in love with Draco Malfoy?"
Ginny froze.
Shit.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear that."
"Yes you did." Harry's voice was suddenly more intimidating. "Now answer me, Ginevra. Do you love Malfoy?"
She spun around in complete shock.
"Harry, I hate Malfoy more than you do. Where did you get that idea from?" Harry stood and came over to her, leaving roughly three inches of space between the two of them. His face was the same color as Fleur's had been only a few hours earlier. Ginny could feel his sharp, furious breaths on her face.
"Back during the war against Voldemort, I was captured and held hostage in the dungeon of the Malfoy Mansion. For eight days I spent inhaling this sickening metallic scent that just wafted throughout the dungeon." He grabbed her by her upper arms and wrenched her closer to him. "And only a few moments ago, I could have sworn I smelled that same metallic stench when I was waking up." His grip grew tighter. "Malfoy was here. I heard his voice. I heard his voice, Ginny." He was shaking her and a strange flame roared in his eyes. "'Don't you ever think I don't feel anything. Ever.'"
"H-h-harry, you're overreacting, dear," she stammered. "You're imagining things."
"You love him."
"No I don't." Harry's eyes whipped over to the coffee table where the pages of the diary lay.
"Then tell me what those pieces of parchment are."
"They're just some of my—"
"They're love letters, aren't they?" he sneered. Ginny saw his left eye twitch slightly. Harry's grip became even harder as he dragged her across the room to the coffee table. "What's this?" He snatched a page off of table and read the date. "August 13thOh, God. How long have you had this relationship with Malfoy?"
"It's not a love letter. It's—"
"God forgive me for destroying what a girl holds most dear: her innocence."
Harry's mouth opened to say something, but it was never heard, for both he and Ginny were whisked into the world of Severus Snape.
"Where are we?" Harry asked, looking around the foreign room. "Is this a Pensieve?"
The two found themselves in a small, dull bedroom with a single cot in a corner and a lamp on either side of it. Bookshelves crammed with thick novels and potions took up half of the walls in the room. It was unnaturally tidy, possibly because there wasn't much that could be thrown onto the floor, since everything was on one of the many bookshelves.
A teenage boy with a long hooked nose and greasy straggly raven hair paced across the room. Between his two pale lips hung a freshly lit cigarette.
Harry's eyes grew wide.
"Is that—"
"Yes," Ginny responded. "That's Snape."
"So let me get this straight," another member of the room said. Both Harry and Ginny whirled their heads around to see a striking blonde girl Snape's own age lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
"Narcissa Malfoy." Harry murmured.
"Black," Ginny corrected. "Narcissa Black."
"You're in love with Evans," Narcissa clarified. Severus blew out a puff of thick grey smoke and paused to look at her.
"Her name's Lily. And yes, I do like her." He blushed slightly. "A lot."
"What?" Harry bellowed. Ginny put a finger to his lips.
"Listen."
"And you told her you loved her," Narcissa continued. Ginny noticed her beau's fist clench. She put a hand on his arm.
"Yeah," Severus confirmed.
"And she told you that you were sick and to piss off."
"Do you have to go through this play-by-play?" he snapped. The blonde turned on her side to face the boy. She frowned at him.
"Do you want my help or not?" she asked in a strict voice. Severus lowered his eyes and nodded. "Good," she said in her usual calm tone, and continued to lie on her back. "So after you completely humiliate yourself," a small mocking smile appeared on her face, "you decide to make her jealous by going after her sister."
"Exactly."
"The ugly one?" Severus blew out another ball of smoke.
"What other sister does she have?"
"Point taken. So you start making small talk and you end up going further than you wanted to when the ugly sister shoves her tongue down your windpipe in front of her house." Snape shivered involuntarily. "And Evans—"
"Lily." Narcissa rolled her eyes.
"Fine. And Lily sees it all. Jump one day forward, and she's in your family room squawking about how she doesn't want you to be with her sister."
"Mmmhmm."
"And you make a deal with her: she pretends to be in love with you for a day and you stop everything with her sister."
"Yeah."
"Clever."
"Thanks."
"So you invite the ugly sister over to tell her it's over."
"Yeah."
"And you slept with her." Harry's face became a bright shade of green.
"Yeah." A long silence broke out between the two. Eventually Narcissa spoke in slow, careful words.
"Was it against her will?" Another awkward pause. Severus' eyes seemed to be glued to a stain on the carpet.
"No," he said quietly.
"And now she won't leave you alone." Severus stared at her through his black eyes, shocked at her indifference towards what he had done to Petunia Evans. He blew out more smoke and collapsed on the bed beside her.
"You know me far too well." Narcissa laughed. "She won't stop knocking on my door. She keeps throwing pebbles at my window. Hell, she's even called me on the phone over twenty times today."
"Called you on the what?" Severus shook his head.
"Never mind. It's a muggle contraption." He took one last drag and put out his cigarette on an ashtray that lay at the side of the bed.
"Well, what do you expect? Through her eyes, her boyfriend just slept with her because he loves her just that much. Now she thinks you feel badly about it and you don't want to hurt her anymore, so you stop seeing her altogether. But secretly you're so in love with her. And she wants you to know that she's alright with what happened." Severus turned to face her.
"Wow." Narcissa nodded and threw an arm around his middle, pulling him closer.
"Girls work strangely, don't they?" Severus nodded. "So what are you going to do now?"
"I thought you were helping me."
"I told you what Ugly Muggle was thinking. Now the rest is up to you." Severus heaved a deep sigh.
"Why do girls have to be so confusing?"
"Because it's fun to mess around with wizards' heads."
"You're evil, Narcissa Black." She laughed.
"So what are you going to do with Lily's sister?"
"Tell her I'm in love with Lily and that we've secretly been together for years." He smirked. "That way she'll never think to even try being with me."
"Well, here's your chance to do it now," Narcissa said, gesturing toward the window. Harry, Ginny, and Severus all jumped at the angry horse-faced blonde peering past shrubbery into the bedroom.
"What the hell, Petunia?!" he screamed once he opened the window. The skinny girl toppled into the bedroom and quickly stood.
"I think I should be asking you that, Severus," she hissed, glaring at the other teenage girl. Her eyes snapped back to the boy. "Who is she?" Petunia pointed a bony finger at her. "Why were you lying with her? Are…are you cheating on me?" Narcissa looked as if she might burst out laughing at the hysterical girl in front of her.
"Tell her, Sev," she said coolly.
"Sev? Sev?" Petunia shrieked. "I thought I only called you Sev."
"Oh, shut up, Petunia," Snape said.
"Don't you tell me to shut up when you're the one who's been cheating on his girlfriend! I should be telling you to shut up because…because…"
"You're not my girlfriend, Petunia. And since you're not my girlfriend, I can't cheat on you." Petunia's face now resembled a horse-shaped plum.
"NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?! Severus, don't you remember what happened last night?"
"Um yeah…about that," Narcissa cut in. "The truth is, he was trying to tell you that he didn't want to see you anymore. He's actually interested in one of my best friends. I don't think you know her. Her name's Lily Evans." For a moment Severus thought Petunia's eyes might pop out of her skull.
"SEVERUS HOW COULD YOU TELL HER! AND YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH LILY?"
"Actually, he's loved her for quite a while. You see, Sev and Lily have been going together on and off for the past year." Narcissa smiled. "I was the one who introduced them." Petunia shook her head in disbelief.
"No," she murmured. "No, it can't be. Lily would have told me about this." Severus smirked.
"You'd be surprised at the secrets from the wizarding world your sister keeps from you," he said. Petunia's mouth dropped open.
"You…you wizarding freaks are…are…"
"Evil?" Narcissa provided.
"Cruel?" Severus added.
Upon realizing that the witch and wizard were merely mocking her, Petunia released a shriek of fury and left the house—through the window.
"Charming little muggle girl," Narcissa commented once she had left. "We should have toyed with her a bit more.
A sudden knock came to the door. Narcissa rolled her eyes.
"That girl doesn't give you a break, does she?" Severus shook his head.
"No. That'll be Lily."
"Fulfilling her part of the deal?"
"Mmhmm."
"Good luck, Sev." Narcissa gave him a friendly hug, and with a distant pop, she disappeared.
Both Harry and Ginny followed Snape-the-teenager through his bedroom, into the dingy living room, and to the front door. Severus opened the door and gave her a wide smile, displaying two jagged rows of yellow teeth.
"You look dreadfully uncomfortable," he said, trying to hold back a laugh. The stunning redhead glowered at him.
"Let's just get this over with."
"Oh, no," Snape said, forcefully locking arms with her, "this one I'm going to drag out."
"I hate you." Severus turned and gave her another chilling grin.
"With that attitude, we'll be snogging at the end of the day."
"I love you, darling." He smirked.
"That's better," he said, kissing her on the cheek. Both Lily and Harry appeared to be violently ill.
"This is going to be a long day," she murmured miserably. His smirk widened into another smile.
"I know. Isn't it just lovely?" Lily rolled her eyes.
"Oh, yes. Just so lovely."
Harry and Ginny never did get to see how long the day was going to end up, for they were soon thrust back into the present-day world.
Ginny noticed that her beau's face was as red as a beet.
"Harry?" she said, shaking him slightly. "Harry, are you alright?" The young man looked down at Ginny and scowled.
"I should have never let him go," he sneered.
"What? Are you talking about Snape?"
"He's the reason my aunt hates me. He's the reason I went through hell for the first seventeen years of my life!"
"Harry, what's gotten into you? It's a memory. It's already happened. There's nothing you can do about it." Harry didn't seem to hear her.
"What else has he done? What's he done to my mum?!"
"Harry, you're acting crazy. Snape's already living his life as a fugitive. Stop worrying about what's happened in the past. Think about the present." Harry's eyes now became nothing more than two giant green ovals.
"The present? You want me to keep thinking about how my girlfriend could be cheating on me with Malfoy?" Ginny flushed a deep crimson red.
"You know I didn't—"
"I'm going to kill him," he sneered, clutching Ginny roughly. A maddening smile spread across his face. "But first, I'm going to find Draco Malfoy."