Chapter 15- Pansy and Draco

A/N: Okay, everyone. I'm not sure if I'm making a sequel, because right now I just want to finish this story and get on with it. I might write more fanfics about Draco and Ginny, that have no relation to this fanfic, but I don't know. And if I am making a sequel, it probably won't come out in a long time. I hope you guys like the part where Ginny and Draco are talking, cuz I spent a long time working it out and making sure it flows okay. So read and review! ^_^

Dear Dad,

Do you and Mom remember the Malfoy boy? Lucius's son? Well, recently, Ginny caught him cheating on her with another Slytherin girl, Pansy Parkinson. I suppose it's all for the best, though Ginny is very grievous. I really feel sorry for her even though I never liked Draco Malfoy.

I think she sees something else in him, a good side of him, maybe. I could never see it, but maybe Ginny could. I just wanted to ask you, Dad, that you don't go bugging Ginny about this, how Draco was worthless or that he wasn't good for her or that he never loved her. Because I think he did, and it takes a lot for me to think that. Ginny still has feelings for him, and I think it would be best that you let her calm down a bit.

With love,

Ron

Dear Ron,

I know you suggested that I don't ask her about it, or do anything, but Skylar Manriquez, head of Department of Magical Education is sick. At this time every five years, he or another representative has to go to the local Wizardry schools and have an inspection.

After you told me about Ginny, I decided to take the job and do it for the Department, because I'm anxious to see Ginny. I promise I won't mention Drake to her, but I just thought she might need some cheering up at this time.

I will be arriving in about two weeks. See you then.

Love,

Dad

Ron handed Hermione the letter for her to read. "Throw it away after," he whispered, making sure Ginny couldn't hear. "And he meant Draco, not Drake."

She smiled and looked over at Ginny. As usual she was looking towards the Slytherin table. And Hermione knew exactly who she was looking at. Ginny had a sort of sad expression on her face, and with one glance at her plate told Hermione she still didn't want to eat.

It had been two weeks since the breakup, and Ginny hadn't got over it yet. For the first few days after, Malfoy had been trying to apologize to her, catching her after her classes and insisting he was sorry and he didn't mean it. But Ginny had ignored him. Hermione supposed he had given up, and now Ginny was sorry she didn't pay attention to him. Whenever she tried to catch his eye, he turned away.

To make matters worse for Ginny, a week ago Malfoy had started dating Parkinson. Hermione didn't know if Malfoy went to her, she thought it was more likely Pansy went to him, and if he even liked her she didn't know.

"Ginny," said Hermione, sliding over to her.

"I miss him so much," she said, not taking her eyes off him.

"Oh, Ginny," said Hermione pleadingly. "There's nothing you can do. Why don't you start eating?"

"I don't feel like it," there was a pause. "I should have paid attention to him when he apologized."

"Ginny, you know he might not have meant it."

"Yeah, he might not have loved me, but I still love him."

"You should get over it," said Hermione worriedly. "You can't go on like this."

Ginny gave a long sigh. "I know."

"There's plenty of guys here," Hermione tried to cheer her up. "A lot of guys who need girls like you. Take Harry for instance. He needs someone."

Ginny looked over at Harry. "Hermione, that crush I had on him was a thousand years ago. And I just liked him because he was famous."

Hermione grinned. "Remember when you wrote him that song?"

"Oh, yeah!" said Ginny, grinning slightly. "That was humiliating, especially with Malfoy teasing me…" she trailed off, and leaned onto Hermione.

She put a comforting arm around her. "It's okay, Ginny." She looked at the plate of uneaten food. "Can you start eating please? Malfoy will never like you again if you're all thin and bony."

Ginny looked thoughtful. "I don't think Malfoy would like me if my picture was on the cover of Teen Witch. But you're right Herm, I should start eating." She picked up her fork.

Hermione smiled. "Good thinking, Gin."

***

Ginny felt like she needed to talk to someone. Not Hermione, or even Ron. They understood, partly, but not entirely. Ron couldn't help it that he hated Malfoy's guts. He tried hard to understand, but he didn't really understand. Hermione was the same, almost. And she couldn't talk to Harry, she hardly knew him! The only person she could think of was Malfoy. But she hated him, how was she supposed to talk to him? Ginny frowned. She longed to hear his voice, she missed him so much!

"Alright," she told herself. "I'll go talk to Malfoy, although I don't know what about."

Ginny found him in the library, with Pansy, looking over what looked like their homework. Pansy was laughing, and Malfoy smiling. She wondered if Malfoy even liked her, or loved her.

Ginny approached the table cautiously. "Can I talk to you, Malfoy?" she ignored Pansy's murderous glare as Malfoy turned to her. "Alone?"

He shrugged, and followed her to an empty corner of the library.

"Yeah?"

"I want to know," said Ginny defiantly, "if you love that stinking bitch."

"Language, Weasley," said Malfoy. She glared at him. "That's not really any of your business, is it?"

"Do you love me?" she asked boldly.

"Right now? No,"

Ginny felt a surge of anger and hatred towards him. "Then why did you keep on insisting that you didn't care about Parkinson? You're a lying bastard, Malfoy, and I'm sorry I ever knew you." She felt like crying, so she turned around and away from him, crossing her arms.

Suddenly Malfoy's hands were gripping her upper arms, sending an ice-cold chill through her body. She shivered and drew her breath. He leaned in towards her ear.

"Remember when I told you I didn't lie?" he whispered. "Well, I wasn't lying then."

She pulled out of his grasp and faced him. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

He gave her a mocking smile. "You don't."

"Dammit, Malfoy, why can't you ever say something that's nice and doesn't annoy people half to death?" She said in frustration.

"I don't need to," The way he said it simply made her want to slap him.

"What does that mean?" she snapped.

"Think about it, Weasley," he said, his smile broadening. "Was I ever nice to you to make you fall in love with me?"

Ginny flinched. That was true. Part of Malfoy's charm was his deft tongue. She'd never admit it to him, though. "Well, how is anyone supposed to believe you weren't lying when all you can say is I don't know if you're telling the truth? When you don't have any proof?"

"Trust," said Malfoy simply. "You have to trust me."

There was minute of eerie silence.

Suddenly, Pansy's sing-song voice broke it. "Draco! Draco, are you done?"

Malfoy looked at Ginny, as if inquiring her permission to go back.

She waved her hand. "Fine, go back to her," she said scornfully. "I hope you're happy with her, because you certainly weren't with me."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "I never said that. In fact, I was probably happier with you than I am with her."

Ginny was incredulous. "Yeah, right," she said contemptuously. "I thought you didn't lie."

"I don't," he said.

She was still tentative. "Then why did you kiss her?"

"I told you," said Malfoy, as if it were obvious. "I made a mistake. I can make mistakes, can't I?"

"No," said Ginny, feeling stupid, although she didn't know why.

Malfoy looked smug. "You can't say I didn't try to apologize. What more do you want?"

He had a point. She searched his face, looking for signs that he had genuinely tried to apologize. She wasn't sure if he did. How could he stand it, if he really had loved her? "But doesn't it hurt?" her voice had a slight tremble.

"What? Not being with you?" he shrugged, pausing. "Sometimes. Sometimes it hurts so bad I can't think straight. But not often. Why? You hurting?"

"Yes," said Ginny, her voice really trembling now. "It hurts. A lot."

Malfoy smirked. "You'll get over it. Maybe."

They stood looking at each other, until Pansy's voice rang out again, more insistent this time. "Draco!"

He started to leave, then stopped. "Do you hate me, Weasley? Like your brother does?" He looked like he truly wanted to know.

"Right now? No. But if you don't get outta my face, I will." She replied bitterly.

He gave her a mocking smile. "You get mouthier every time I see you. But that's good. You're catching on, Weasley."

"Faster than you know," she replied cooly.

He smirked again. "I know a lot of things." Then, when she didn't say anything, he said, "See you around…Ginny." And he was gone.

Ginny stood there for a while, trying to puzzle out if he really had feelings for her from what had been exchanged between them. It only resulted in giving her a headache. She looked back at the table Malfoy sat at, with Pansy, fingering her necklace absentmindedly. When she realized what she was doing, she looked at the picture in the locket for a while before taking it off. She approached the table again.

"Malfoy," he looked up. She handed him the locket. "I think this belongs to you."

There was a look of surprise, but he quickly recovered. "Are you sure you don't want it? This doesn't come cheap, you can sell it for 20 Galleons." His eyes bored into hers. "You can give it to charity, or buy meals for your family." He smirked. "Your family is charity."

She resisted the urge to slap him. "Fuck you, Malfoy," she said, and left.

***

Ginny started crying again when she got into the common room. Luckily, no one was there except Ron.

"Ginny!" he said, standing up from the chair. "What happened?"

She told him about what Malfoy said to her and their talk.

"Oh, Ginny," he said, wiping her tears away. "Why do you even bother with him?"

"I don't know," she sobbed. "But I want him back, I really do! It's just that I tried to find out if he really loved me, or if it was just gas, and if it wasn't apologize to him. But Malfoy just gets on my nerves!"

"I know," said Ron quietly. "Sometimes I think he was born with it."

Ginny kept on crying.

"You want some advice?" asked Ron. She nodded. "If you really want him back, just go and apologize. He'll annoy you, I know he will. It's what he does." Ginny looked at him. "Just stay calm. Don't insult him or something. Act like you really do miss him. Maybe he'll come around."

Ginny sighed.

"He did apologize to you, didn't he?" Ron grinned. "Sometimes guys don't think straight. It probably was his fault, but see, Ginny, he doesn't act like he needs you. So you should go to him. You understand?"

"Kind of," she admitted.

"Alright," said Ron, smiling. "Go wash your face, I'll wait for you. Then we'll go to dinner."

She hurried upstairs. Before she disappeared from view, she turned around. "Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

***

A/N: Next chapter, the last one! I'm hoping I can get it out before the week ends, because it's Spring Break for me now and I have lot's of time on my hands. So I can hurry up and finish this! Next chapter is going to be the end-of-year ball. Mr.Weasley makes an appearance! See you then!