AN: I've finally finished the third chapter! Yeah! I better get some reviews cause I'm naming all the wonderful reviewers! =) If you really don't like these kinda stories then check out a H/H romance fic I've been working on – please? Okay, if you do like this fic then why are you reading the authors note? lol I'm jk you're supposed to read the authors note!

Cynical Soul Chapter 3: Harry's plead

But Professor McGonagall didn't go to the Gryffindor common room, to Ginny's relief. She was lead to her office.

"Sit," she said less angry than before. Actually a lot less angry. She was even trying to be nice. She took a seat across from Ginny, behind her desk. "Ginny, please tell me what caused this change of attitude." McGonagall spread her hands, almost looking pitiful.

"I got tired of the old Ginny," she lied, with the same edge to her tone.

"Really," McGonagall said, letting a little fury escape her with a scoff, "Go on."

"There's nothing else to say." Ginny allowed herself to roll her eyes.

McGonagall's wan smile turned evil. "Perhaps a little veritaserum would help?" Her eyes narrowed with malevolence. "Professor Snape was kind enough to make me some…" She roughly opened a draw and gently pulled out a transparent liquid.

She wouldn't… Ginny's mind overflowed, surely veritaserum is illegal…no one will ever have to find out what Harry did…

As if already reading what was going through her mind, McGonagall teased in a slightly higher than usual voice, "I've been given permission."

Permission!? Ginny's eyes widened. This isn't happening…I'm going to wake up from this dream any minute.

McGonagall got up and started making her way over to her. Ginny frantically moved to the door but she could so much as get out of her seat before McGonagall put some kind of charm on her so that her legs and arms were drawn back to the chair.

It was no use.

McGonagall waved the potion inches away from her face, crackling like a madcap.

"Petrificus Totalus!" She screamed and that made her freeze in order to pry open Ginny's mouth… Ginny tried with all the effort she could muster to close her mouth but the most she could do furrow her brows. McGonagall unscrewed the cap and smoothly poured the thin liquid onto her tongue…as much as Ginny struggled, the veritaserum leaked down her throat…

Nothing happened. Maybe Snape did something wrong…the potion was tasteless, and didn't smell either sweet or foul. Ginny didn't particularly feel like babbling all her secrets to the Transfiguration Professor.

McGonagall didn't seem to notice in the least way. She took went back to her seat behind her desk and smiled evilly at Ginny.

"So, Ginny, tell me: What caused you to become so…pessimistic?"

A smile spread across Ginny's face.

"I got tired of the old Ginny."

McGonagall couldn't have been madder. "Foolish girl!" She spluttered. McGonagall rapidly stood up and rushed over to right in front of Ginny. She grabbed the scruff of her robes. "Got your wand up your sleeve, huh?" Where is my wand? Ginny wondered. The last time she saw it was before she fainted and Ginny dropped it. McGonagall grabbed her wrists, checked her pockets, tried a few spells, but couldn't find her wand because Ginny didn't have it.

The Professor breathed heavily. She snatched the little bit of it left in the vile and sniffed it. Then she dipped her finger in it and felt it. Lastly, she drank it.

McGonagall forcefully threw the vile into the fireplace and yelled at the flames eating the broken glass,

"Severus, I'm going to kill you!" Ginny stared. Maybe the vile was filled with vodka? Some greasy laughing could be heard from within the fireplace. Soon Snape could be seen as the owner of the laughter. He stepped out of the fireplace and quite close to McGonagall.

"How dare you play this trick on me Severus?" she said in a deathly whisper. Snape was staring at McGonagall dangerously, which she didn't seem to mind since she was gazing back in the same manner.

"You know Minerva, it's quite funny to see you upset." McGonagall narrowed her eyes, but stayed rooted to the spot; Snape reached out to touch her chin-

Ginny figured they wouldn't miss her if she left. Slowly, she turned to the door and started to turn the knob. As she opened the door to leave, slipped through, and was about to close it behind her, she saw though the peek McGonagall and Snape lip locked in each other's arms.

Ginny yanked herself away from the incomprehensible sight so that she wouldn't be mesmerized. Instead she trudged down the corridor allowing her head to swim with thoughts.

She immediately pushed all, ewwl!, gross!, I'm gonna vomit!, thoughts out of her head because she didn't know what love was anymore. Ginny probably never knew. All her daydreaming and wishing on what love could have been were all assumptions proven wrong.

She thought of Snape and McGonagall again. She didn't ask herself why, but why not? Why couldn't she have been loved like that? Why didn't Harry love her like that? Why?

It was clearer than ever that she didn't have a clue about love. Ginny shook her head at herself. I'm fifteen and I don't know what love is. How sad is that? It suddenly occurred to Ginny that the lamps lit in the corridors were the only sources of light. The sky was dark.

She rushed to the common room and was relieved to see the Fat Lady still there and not on some nighttime stroll.

"Manticore," she told her in a rush in order to be permitted into the common room.

It hadn't occurred to her that Harry would stay up in the common room late and wait for her. It wasn't unlike him to do a nasty trick like that to her. At least not anymore.

His back was turned at first but his head whipped around as soon as he heard the sound of the portrait door close. Harry stood up and turned to look at her. They were alone. Ginny froze. Her legs felt like wood, unable to run up the stairs to the girls' dormitory; her lips refused to open and let out a scream, which she was already incapable because her throat was clogged as well; her arms stuck out at odd angles. There was only about ten feet between them.

Her fearful brown eyes met his glowing, green ones.

"Ginny…" His words echoed…aroused the memories… No! No! NO! Ginny violently shook her head and midst the blur of fiery hair found the direction of the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory.

She felt Harry's fingers enclose her hand. How dare he!?

"Ginny – please-" He pleaded desperately, but Harry Potter could beg all he wanted. All her anger built up was enough to take him by surprise with her strength and be released of his grip.

Ginny frantically found the stairs with her hands scrambled up towards her dorm, in hope of Harry not reaching her ankle. Quickly, at the top of the stairs she looked back and hesitated at the sight.

Harry stood up straight at the foot of the stairs. His green eyes were lost in thought, his dark hair untidy, his arms limp at his sides. But most of all, he looked so sorry it hurt.

Ginny's anger started to fade but it didn't stop her from turning around and walking into her dormitory. As she looked through the open door she saw Harry standing in the exact same spot, staring at her in a way that made it feel he was begging for forgiveness. It was as if his heart were bleeding now. Ginny looked away and entirely shut the door.

She went past Mary Beth's bed, Kerri's bed, and Mallory's bed, all which were asleep. Before she got in her bed she noticed Celina ignoring her diary and studying her. Again.

Ginny wanted to ask her where she went when Draco and she got detention but Celina got a first word.

"He was sorry," she told Ginny. Ginny blinked. She wanted to scream, "How do you know everything!" or, "Why'd you disappear in the corridor?" Ginny, however, nodded taking in what little Celina said.

Instead of a much-obliged explanation, Celina picked up her quill and began to write in her diary. But Ginny couldn't let it pass.

"Where were you when McGonagall gave us detention?" Ginny demanded.

Celina just gave her a small smile and shrugged, which was her way of saying, "for me to know and you to never find out." Ginny gave up, sighing loudly and drew the curtains around her bed, then got into her pajamas. Ginny blew the candle out at her bedside and snuggled in her covers for another horrendous nightmare.

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