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Me: Wow my brain wants to read my story….
Brain voice: Yes I do, I came up with it after all.
Me: NO YOU DIDN'T!!! I DID!!!
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Me: *sniffle*
Fixed!
Sorry that it's not uber long or anything but I had to struggle though writers block to write this. But I did and I hope you like it.
Chapter 9
Ginny POV
I really didn't know what to do after my talk with Blaise. I wanted so badly to believe what he said, but the look on Draco's face contradicted everything Blaise said. Was it possible that Draco had just lied to keep me safe? I wanted that to be true. But I decided, since Christmas was coming up, I would put off that worry for now. Or at least try. I would deal with this after the break.
I sighed as I packed the last few things into my bag that I would take home. I had just finished when Hermione came in. "You read to go?" she asked happily.
Sticking to my plan of acting normal for the holidays, I stood up and smiled. "Yeah, just finished putting my things in my bag." And I followed her out of the door and down to the common room where we met up with Ron and Harry before walking down to the grounds.
When we got down to the grounds and started towards Hogsmeade to get on the train, I saw a group of green-clad teenagers heading that way too. I couldn't help but look for Draco. I spotted his blond head easily over the others. Next to him was Blaise. I smiled softly at my newfound friend. Blaise noticed me looking that way so he smiled and nodded his head towards me. I had to stifle my laugh as I kept walking.
I quickly turned my attention back to my friends when I heard Ron ask me something. "Sorry, what Ron? You know you shouldn't mumble. Mum says it's such a bad habit," I said covering up the fact I had been too busy staring at Slytherins to pay attention to him.
"I asked what you think Fred and George will get us this year," he said, obviously trying to speak clearly.
"I'm not sure," I said with a shrug. "I don't care if they give me anything. After all, they did give me Arnold for free," I said, referring to the pygmy puff that was sleeping in my pocket.
"Yeah, they give you free stuff," Ron muttered unhappily, shoving his hands into his pockets.
I just laughed at him. We were now on the road to Hogsmeade and I chanced a glance back at the group of Slytherins behind us. Draco was staring at me. His eyes didn't hold the hate they had for the past few days. They looked sad, almost. When I met his gaze it took him a second to look away. But he turned back to Blaise and started talking. Blaise caught my eye and rolled his eyes with a small jerk of his head at Draco.
I had to hold back a laugh before I nearly tripped over a rock in the road because I wasn't looking where I was going. I tore my gaze from those behind me as Harry caught my arm, keeping me from falling. "Thanks," I said as I got my balance and we started walking again.
The rest of the trek to Hogsmeade was uneventful. The Slytherins had fallen farther behind us and I could no longer see them as the wind picked up and whipped snow around.
When we finally made it to the shelter of the train station in Hogsmeade, I shook as much snow from my hair and clothes as I could. I looked and saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione doing the same. Finally we climbed onto the train and made our way to an empty compartment. Finally warmth, I thought to myself as I sat down.
Then I felt warm air rush over me and my clothes dried. I looked over to see Hermione with her wand out drying us. "Thanks, Hermione," I said, grateful for the warmth. I settled down into my seat and gazed out the window into the hallway. It wasn't long before the past few sleepless nights caught up with me and I was fast asleep.
Draco POV
We had been walking down to Hogsmeade when I realized who was in front of us. It was Ginny. Well, Ginny and the git Potter with his friends. I tried my best to keep my attention away from her so I wouldn't have to hurt her more if she looked this way. But when I saw Blaise smile and nod in her direction my jealousy flared up again.
She turned and said something to her brother right as I glanced at her. She didn't see. I had to suppress a sigh. I didn't know what to do anymore. I was staring sadly at the back of her head when she looked back again. It took a second before I could look away, focusing on Blaise again. That didn't really work much because he was smiling at her again, rolling his eyes at me.
I looked at her and saw her suppressing a laugh. Then she tripped and Potter caught her by the arm. Jealousy flared more strongly than ever before. She looked up at him and said something while shaking her head before she kept walking. Then the wind picked up and the snow hid her from my eyes.
I turned my attention back to the conversation of the group I was with. It was nothing interesting and I pulled my cloak tighter around me as I kept walking. The slow trek to Hogsmeade was annoyingly cold with the snow being whipped around us. When we finally made it to the train station I muttered a quick drying spell and followed Blaise onto the train.
As we were walking down the hall I could see out of the corner of my eye Ginny asleep against the window of her compartment. She looked so peaceful. I had a strong urge to reach out and hold her to me while she slept but an elbow in my rib from Blaise brought me back to where I was. I sighed quietly and followed him down the train a bit more until we could find an empty compartment.
Ginny POV
I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep but by the time Ron poked me awake it was dark. Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Why did you wake me up?" I asked Ron sleepily.
"We're nearly back to London," he said exasperatedly. "And you've been asleep for nearly nine hours. You're not going to be able to sleep at all tonight. You never do when you sleep a good part of the day. Then tomorrow you're going to be exhausted from no sleep at night and it's going to take days to get your sleeping schedule right again." He ranted on and on it seemed.
I just closed my eyes and lay my head back down against the window. "I doubt I will have trouble sleeping tonight, Ron," I said as my eyes closed once more.
But just as I was slipping back into sleep he poked me again. "No more sleeping. You have slept too much and Mum won't be happy with you if you don't sleep well tonight. So wake up. Besides, we're almost there." And a few minutes after he said that I could feel the train slowing down.
When the train finally arrived in the station, I picked up my bag and trudged off. I was still half asleep. I wasn't really looking where I was going as I tried to get off the train. Being jostled around by the mass of students trying to get off, I was pushed by someone trying to make it towards the front of the crowd and I lost my balance. I braced myself as I fell towards the ground, but the ground never came.
Instead I felt two strong arms catch me. I looked up to see who caught me and gasped. If this isn't proof that he doesn't hate me, what is? I though as I looked up to see Draco. He set me back on my feet and said, "Watch yourself next time." He then let go of me and walked away. No hate or sarcasm, but no concern either. He didn't show any emotion. I didn't know what to think.
I shook my head and started back after Ron, Harry, and Hermione when I felt a hand on my shoulder. With such a huge crowd, it didn't matter what happened, because nobody would notice. It was almost as good as being alone. I looked up to see Blaise smiling. "Told you so," he said simply.
I laughed at him and shook my head again. "I don't know what to think anymore, Blaise." I sighed and we started walking towards the platform again.
"Think that I am right and he does like you," he said with a laugh. "I talked to him and he seemed conflicted. I told him to think about it this holiday." We had finally made it to the door and he jumped down, holding his hand out to me. I grabbed it and he helped me down, though I didn't need it. "Happy Christmas," he said before walking away.
I sighed and walked over to where my family was gathered.
Sorry if it isn't as good as I'm capable of but like I said before, writers block sucks. If you have any ideas or suggestions for what could happen, it will help my writers block. If the idea is good I could fit it into my story! I know where I want my story to go but no idea how to get it there if you know what I mean. So ideas will be loved!
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