Chapter 13- Ginny and Draco

A/N: Okay, this chapter might be a bit short. There's about three more chapters after this, and we're at the end! If you have any ideas or anything about what to write in my stories feel free to tell me in your reviews or email me: ginny5065@yahoo.com Just to remind you, I might start a sequel, so if you got any ideas, email! R/R!

Draco hurried to find Ginny. He was pretty sure what Weasley gave her, but he had to make certain. He suspected it was an Anti-Love Potion. They were pretty easy to give to the victim, all they had to do was put some in their drinks and that person would stop loving whoever they loved. The book he got the information from said that the people who drank it would have purple eyes. Not entirely purple, just a small tinge. Draco had to know if Ginny's eyes were purple. He didn't have a counter-spell for it, the book that had it was in the Restricted Section, and Draco knew for a fact that all the books screamed when they were opened when the person who opened it had no permission to.

He finally spotted her coming out of History of Magic. He caught up with her.

"Weasley," he said.

She stopped, and glanced at him. "What do you want?"

"Look at me," he said, turning her face to face his. He stared into her eyes. At first he only saw her beautiful jade-colored eyes, but after a while, yes, it was there, the tinge of purple. He let go.

"What is it?" Ginny snapped impatiently.

"The purple. You have purple eyes."

"No I don't," Ginny scoffed. "I have green eyes."

Draco shrugged. "Look in a mirror. Your brother gave you an Anti-Love Potion; it made your eyes purple."

She glared at him defiantly. "Maybe I will." And started to walk away.

He grabbed her wrist. "Wait." She drew back to him, and without thinking, he touched her bare neck, his fingers running up her collarbone, where a golden necklace once sat.

"Where's your necklace?"

Ginny gave a small gasp. How could he have know about the mysterious necklace? "What necklace?" she said, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

"The necklace," he repeated. "The locket."

The golden necklace was a locket? Ginny mused. She'd have to confirm it tonight, when she goes to bed.

She narrowed her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco looked at her for a moment. "Did you find out what you did for Spring Break?"

Yes, she had. She went home, although for what reason she didn't know. But she wasn't going to tell him that. "I stayed here."

Draco smirked a bit. "Whatever." And he walked away.

***

Ginny was getting ready for bed when she remembered the locket. Opening a drawer, she pulled it out. She inspected it carefully, and realized that indeed there was a clasp on one side of the heart. She pried it open, and stared into the face of Draco Malfoy.

"No…" she whispered. That's how he knew about it. He gave it to her, or did he? Her heart pounding loudly, she put it back in the drawer, and swore never to look at it again. But she caught sight of a piece of paper that looked oddly familiar. She picked it up and started to read:

Dear Ginny,

It's Mum. Recently, your brother Ron has sent me a letter…

She read on, about her mother telling her how bad Malfoy was, and how Ginny was to come home for Spring Break. Faintly, she remembered how shocked she was when she received the news. Ginny remembered the feel of Draco's lips on her neck, it was weird, she always thought that was a dream, it couldn't be true, could it?

She put the letter back and slammed the drawer. "I hate you, Malfoy!" she said to no one in particular. Ginny was pretty sure Malfoy was telling her the truth, and she realized she missed him, a lot. "I hate you," she whispered. She knew she really didn't, but she couldn't put the blame on her brother, even if it was her brother to blame. Her voice trembled. "I hate you."

***

Ginny caught up with Draco the next day. The first thing Draco noticed was that she was wearing her locket.

"Draco…" Ginny called out hoarsely.

He looked at her in surprise. She hadn't called him Draco for a long time. "Yeah?"

"That thing you told me about Ron, is it…is it true?" it was kind of a stupid question to ask, but Ginny couldn't think of anything else.

Draco looked at her strangely for a moment, then fingered the necklace, touching her neck. "Yeah," he said.

"So…I did…love you?" she whispered.

"Yeah." Draco replied, his hand not leaving her. "Do you still?"

Ginny bit her lip. It was impossible to love him right now, because she didn't remember what it was like, how was anyone supposed to love someone they didn't know they loved? "I don't know," she said, her voice breaking.

Draco pulled her close to him, and kissed her. Suddenly the memories all came flooding back…she remembered sleeping against him…kissing in the Charms classroom…Hermione finding them…detention…Dumbledore lecturing them. She remembered tutoring him, and ending up on the sofa, kissing, and she remembered how good he made her feel…falling into the water fountain, learning that he could Apparate. She remembered how well he kissed, how she loved being kissed by him.

"Draco…" she whispered, a few tears running down her cheeks. She pressed hard against him, as if afraid of losing him again, but he was right there, kissing her back just as hard, one hand tracing her waist, and the other touching the tips of her shoulder blades, the familiar touch of him caressing her.

Ginny broke the kiss, and put her head on Draco's shoulder, holding him tight. "Draco…Ron…how can he do this to me?"

"It's okay," said Draco, trying to soothe her. He didn't want her to go yelling at Ron anymore, it would be a negative for him, Ron would just hate him even more, and who knew what Ron would cook up next.

"Draco…" she said again, and as she turned her face up to him, his mouth met hers again.

***

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Ginny stormed into the common room after dinner, oblivious to the people around her, who were, at the moment, staring at her.

"RON!" she shouted, and pushed over to him. He was doing his homework with Hermione, and doing some other stuff too (if you know what I mean *wink*). Ron looked at her in surprise.

"Ron…" whispered Hermione. At once she knew what had happened. She started to gather up their homework. Gripping his hand hard, she leaned close to him, and whispered in his ear, "Don't lose your cool."

He looked at her briefly before turning back to Ginny. By this time have the people in the common room had left, not wanting to hear someone get yelled.

Ginny had calmed down a bit, although not a lot. "Why did you do it? How can you give your own sister that? What if it was poison?"

At the mention of 'poison', about everyone fled, and the only ones left were Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. Hermione was thankful for being alone.

"It wasn't poison," said Ron impatiently. "I wouldn't give you poison."

"What's the difference? An Anti-Love Potion is the same thing as poison," Ginny spat. Her voice started breaking. "How would you like it if I made you hate me, and Mum, Dad, the twins, Harry…and Hermione? How would you like that, huh?"

"He doesn't love you," said Ron, hoping that repeating it would make him believe it, and most important, Ginny believe it.

"That's SHIT!" she yelled.

Ron's brow furrowed as he glared at her. "Okay, so I don't know if he loves you, but he's bad influence. I just don't want you becoming a Slytherin."

"Don't you get it, Ron? Don't you understand it yet?" Ginny said, pleading at Ron's stony expression. A few tears trickled down her cheek. "What's this?" she said, yanking at her locket. "You think this comes cheap? You think he picked it off the ground? You think some one just handed it to him and said, 'Here, have this 10 Galleon necklace?'"

Ron leveled her stare. Deep down, deep deep deep down, he knew was right. But his hatred for Slytherins wouldn't let him admit that. Maybe, he knew that Malfoy was for real. Maybe, he was jealous. But he had Hermione, he reminded himself, he knew now, he just didn't want to admit it. He wanted to slap himself; he felt like crying, too.

Ginny was giving him a look of utmost fury, frustration, and disappointment. Ron felt guilty; he needed someone to comfort him, he felt Hermione's hand closed around his, Ron desperately thought of something to say…

The portrait door opened.

"You really need to change that password," said Draco Malfoy, strolling into the room as if he too were a Gryffindor.

"Get out, Slytherin," snarled Ron, his confidence coming back.

Draco gave him a brief glance. "You shut up, Weasley," He walked over to Ginny and pulled her to him. "I told you not to explode at him," he said quietly. Ginny put her face in his chest and sobbed.

"Get out," Ron repeated. "Now,"

"Don't tell me what to do and what not to do, Weasley," said Draco, glaring back. He bent down and kissed Ginny's forehead lightly. He then proceeded to wipe away her tears. "You cry very easily," he commented.

Ginny blinked and held him tight. "I know."

"God, Ginny," said Draco, stroking her hair. "Why do you always get yourself into situations where you dissolve in tears and make everything look like a dumb soap opera?"

Ginny gave him a small smile.

"Malfoy, leave her alone," said Ron, tired of the mushy stuff.

Ginny glared at him. "You sh-shut up, Ron," she said, still crying. "You mind your own business. You think you're all old and grown-up; you think you're the boss of me, but you're not! I've never gone against you and Hermione so why can't you do that?"

Draco started to lead Ginny out of the portrait hole. "C'mon, Ginny," he coaxed.

"Stop trying to make my life suit you, Ron! It's supposed to suit me! I am who I am, and you'll never change me!" she shouted and Draco pushed her through, saying "You can cuss him later, just calm down a bit, okay?"

Before Draco left, he looked at Ron squarely. "If I ever hear you say I don't love her, I swear, Weasley, I'll beat the hell out of you." He smirked the old Draco smirk. "You might not ever get up."

***

Ginny was breathing deep breaths outside the common room, Draco trying to calm her down, and the Fat Lady looking on.

Draco glanced at the portrait, who was looking at the pair with wide eyes. "Hey, bug off, okay?" The Fat Lady huffed and turned away.

Ginny had by this time calmed down. Draco smoothed back her hair. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," she said, gripping onto his shirt. "Just don't leave me."

He gave her forehead a light kiss. "I won't."

"Ron…" she said, looking into the distance. "What's going to happen? Anti-Love Potions are illegal, aren't they? Ron…Ron can go to Azkaban?"

Draco gave her a slight smile. "Don't worry, no one's going to know. Just don't tell anyone, and no one'll know." He ran his hands down her shoulder blades, tracing her spine, and circling the small of her waist. She relaxed into him.

"Draco…" she said, he kissed her ear. His mouth traveled down her neck, and he kissed the golden chain her locket was strung on. "Draco…I have to go back."

"Wait a while," he advised. "Wait 'till they cool down."

Ginny turned around, and Draco gripped her left wrist, pushing her back onto his chest. He kissed the back of her neck for a few minutes, and Ginny emitted a small moan. She leaned back, her head on his shoulder, her mouth searching for his. He turned his head and they met in a searing kiss. With her free right hand, she touched his blond hair, running her hand through it. Draco turned her back around, and kissed her again.

***

Ron was shaking when his sister and Draco left, and Hermione approached him cautiously. "Ron? Are you okay?"

He turned to face him. "Do you--do you think he loves her?" Hermione gazed at him intently. He could see the answer in her eyes. "I know it, too, I know he loves her." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't want it to be true." Ron gave her a meek smile. "I've never heard of Slytherins loving anyone. I don't want her to love him. I don't want him to love her."

"I understand." Said Hermione. "But that's not the way things are."

"I know," Ron pulled her closer to him. "Why couldn't she have fallen in love with Harry, or Seamus, or…Dean? Why Malfoy?"

"Dean?" Hermione cracked a smile. "He'd bore her with talks of football."

Ron grinned. "Yeah. But why's she attracted to Malfoy?"

Hermione looked at him hesitantly, as if not knowing if she should answer. "A few years back, there was one month when I thought I was going to marry Malfoy." She blushed, looking at the astounded look of Ron. "Be quiet, and let me continue. Remember in our fifth year? Draco was made Captain, and Harry too? And Slytherins won the Quidditch Cup that year?" Ron nodded. "I thought Malfoy looked…" she blushed again. "…dashing in his Quidditch robes and I thought he was so cool and all that, and…yeah."

Ron was giving her a really weird look. "I don't anymore, of course." She said hurriedly. "It was just a one-month thing. But what I'm saying is, Malfoy's got this mysterious air that surrounds him, he's got his good looks, and I guess he can be really great when he wants to."

Ron was nodding. "I know what you mean."

Hermione could see he was still upset over the whole her-Malfoy thing. "Oh, Ron," she said, laughing. "I don't like him that way anymore." She grinned. "I like you."

Ron's ears turned pink, and he pretended not to notice it, by grabbing her and kissing her. Hermione loved the feel of his lips on hers; she wouldn't want it any other way. She kissed back furiously, pressing onto him.

"Ron," she said, still laughing for no reason whatsoever when they broke the kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, his ears turning pink again and Hermione laughed again.

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A/N: Okay, I don't know why Hermione kept on laughing, but I just felt like making her laugh, so I could bring in some happiness before you all get mad at me again next chapter. *cough*Pansy*cough*. But don't worry, I won't end the story on a sad note (this is not a tragic love story, it's a happy one! J ). And if you read this, the least you can do is review for me! J