A/N Here's a summary: Ginny returns to normal. What is Draco's reaction to
what she had said? Somewhat Angst-y and I FINALY get to the romance! Yay! I
really don't think it's very good. Thank you all for the reviews! I like
them more than I thought.
Draco sat in the Great Hall, staring at his plate. Ginny said she loved him. But that was the curse. Ginny didn't love him. He had convinced himself that she did. But then....he wasn't quite sure what love was now.
It had been two days since her fainting and Draco was torturing himself, distraught at what he she had said. She had hurt him. Unwillingly. He hadn't even known he cared for the filthy Weasel's well-being.
"I hate her," he growled. "I'm never going to stop hating her." Crabbe looked over at him. Draco shook his head and went back to his breakfast.
Draco was walking to his first class when he saw fire engine red hair next to softer auburn curls. His eyes became cold as he walked past Ginny and Ron. He overheard their conversation. "I remember it clearly Ron," Ginny was saying, "I had no clue who or where I was."
"Then how'd that git Malfoy know about you being hurt?" Malfoy froze and slipped into the shadows. The corridor was fairly congested and he was hidden well.
"He didn't tell you?" Draco couldn't see them from his spot but knew Ron had shaken his head. "He was talking to me and I got woozy. Then I fainted and he carried me to the hospital wing." Draco heard a sharp intake of breath from Ginny. She had remembered his visit. He slid down to the ground in the small nook he had hidden in.
'She doesn't love me,' Draco thought angrily to himself. 'And now she knows what I thought.' He heard them talking. 'What's wrong with me?' he thought heatedly, 'I used to be the smoothest bad boy in school. Now I'm reduced to a pile of rubble. All because of a girl.'
"I don't want you hanging around him! That's all I'm saying!"
"No, all you're saying is that I have to see him as your enemy, a cold cruel heartless beast that doesn't need, want, or deserve friends! You're the one without a heart; Draco just wants to be loved!"
"Bull, Ginny!" came Ron's shouted reply. "So now he's Draco? Are you turning your back on your family?"
"Draco has already done that, you insensitive prick! And all he wants is someone to help him through that!" A slap was heard.
"I'm telling mum," Draco heard Ron reply meekly.
"Yes, immature as always!" Angry footsteps rang down the corridor. Draco looked around the corner. It was Ron who had fled.
Now Ginny was running her hands through her curly auburn hair. "Cripes," she said. "He thinks I don't love him." Draco stood and moved quietly to stand behind Ginny. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders. She spun, hair twirling behind her. He looked down into her eyes.
"Thank you," she mumbled, and fell crying upon his chest. He awkwardly patted her back at first, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "I'm sorry," she said, tears dying down. "I'm so sorry."
"And whatever for, Weasel?" She looked up quickly but a smile played on his lips.
"Your father," she choked. "He put the curse on me. With the paper. I'm s- sorry he's your father." Her voice broke through her words.
"I'm fine as long as you are," Draco said. "I can stand my father. Yeah, he beats me and my mother sometimes, most of the time, I can stand that. I'm fine as long as you are."
"He beats you? Oh, Draco," she pulled back. "That's horrible. If you want...I mean, some people say that talking about it....."
"We have class," Draco said firmly. He swallowed, hard. "I need to get to Potions." Ginny nodded, and was about to leave. But not before she placed a light but sweet kiss on Draco's lips. Then she turned and left.
He brushed his fingertips along his lower lip. He had to blink repeatedly before he returned to reality. His first kiss from someone who cared about him.
A/N: More Romance later. And violence. And swearing. But it'll hopefully be good. Review!
Draco sat in the Great Hall, staring at his plate. Ginny said she loved him. But that was the curse. Ginny didn't love him. He had convinced himself that she did. But then....he wasn't quite sure what love was now.
It had been two days since her fainting and Draco was torturing himself, distraught at what he she had said. She had hurt him. Unwillingly. He hadn't even known he cared for the filthy Weasel's well-being.
"I hate her," he growled. "I'm never going to stop hating her." Crabbe looked over at him. Draco shook his head and went back to his breakfast.
Draco was walking to his first class when he saw fire engine red hair next to softer auburn curls. His eyes became cold as he walked past Ginny and Ron. He overheard their conversation. "I remember it clearly Ron," Ginny was saying, "I had no clue who or where I was."
"Then how'd that git Malfoy know about you being hurt?" Malfoy froze and slipped into the shadows. The corridor was fairly congested and he was hidden well.
"He didn't tell you?" Draco couldn't see them from his spot but knew Ron had shaken his head. "He was talking to me and I got woozy. Then I fainted and he carried me to the hospital wing." Draco heard a sharp intake of breath from Ginny. She had remembered his visit. He slid down to the ground in the small nook he had hidden in.
'She doesn't love me,' Draco thought angrily to himself. 'And now she knows what I thought.' He heard them talking. 'What's wrong with me?' he thought heatedly, 'I used to be the smoothest bad boy in school. Now I'm reduced to a pile of rubble. All because of a girl.'
"I don't want you hanging around him! That's all I'm saying!"
"No, all you're saying is that I have to see him as your enemy, a cold cruel heartless beast that doesn't need, want, or deserve friends! You're the one without a heart; Draco just wants to be loved!"
"Bull, Ginny!" came Ron's shouted reply. "So now he's Draco? Are you turning your back on your family?"
"Draco has already done that, you insensitive prick! And all he wants is someone to help him through that!" A slap was heard.
"I'm telling mum," Draco heard Ron reply meekly.
"Yes, immature as always!" Angry footsteps rang down the corridor. Draco looked around the corner. It was Ron who had fled.
Now Ginny was running her hands through her curly auburn hair. "Cripes," she said. "He thinks I don't love him." Draco stood and moved quietly to stand behind Ginny. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders. She spun, hair twirling behind her. He looked down into her eyes.
"Thank you," she mumbled, and fell crying upon his chest. He awkwardly patted her back at first, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "I'm sorry," she said, tears dying down. "I'm so sorry."
"And whatever for, Weasel?" She looked up quickly but a smile played on his lips.
"Your father," she choked. "He put the curse on me. With the paper. I'm s- sorry he's your father." Her voice broke through her words.
"I'm fine as long as you are," Draco said. "I can stand my father. Yeah, he beats me and my mother sometimes, most of the time, I can stand that. I'm fine as long as you are."
"He beats you? Oh, Draco," she pulled back. "That's horrible. If you want...I mean, some people say that talking about it....."
"We have class," Draco said firmly. He swallowed, hard. "I need to get to Potions." Ginny nodded, and was about to leave. But not before she placed a light but sweet kiss on Draco's lips. Then she turned and left.
He brushed his fingertips along his lower lip. He had to blink repeatedly before he returned to reality. His first kiss from someone who cared about him.
A/N: More Romance later. And violence. And swearing. But it'll hopefully be good. Review!