Title: Happy? Me? Of course…

A/N: Oh god, I can't believe it… I've written six chapters… I thought this fic would only have four chapters or something, weird… But anyway, THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I'm blushing more than Ginny when I'm reading them… thank you J Now you can read the next chapter if you want…

Disclaimer: JKR owns everything and I own nothing. Except maybe the plot.

Chapter six: Lost

Draco and Ginny spent the rest of the day down by the lake, and didn't return back to the castle until midnight. Ginny had been yawning for an hour, and didn't want to be sleeping out on the school grounds again. Draco held open the big doors for Ginny and they silently walked in. They stood looking at each other for a few minutes, not knowing what to say.

Ginny felt pretty uncomfortable under his look, and tried to look down. They hadn't talked more about their feelings for each other, so Ginny assumed that he just wanted them to be… friends. He confused her so much. One minute he was kissing her and the next he was trying to tell her that he didn't love her!

But I don't deserve love… I never have, and probably never will, she thought sadly and a single tear fell down her cheek. She felt his hands on her cheek, and his thumb gently wiped away the tear. He pulled her closer and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest.

"Hmm…"

Startled, they turned around and met the amused eyes of Headmaster Dumbledore.

Draco took a step away from Ginny.

"Good evening, dear students," Dumbledore said, smiling.

Neither Ginny nor Draco said anything; they simply looked at Dumbledore.

Fuck…, Draco thought, he'll probably think I've done something to her… that I've hurt her… ok, so that's almost true… but.. For once I didn't want to! That's something… isn't it?

Draco swallowed nervously. "H-hello, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled. "I guess I should be asking what the two of you are doing down here in the middle of the night… but I won't."

Ginny looked up at him with shock. "Y-you won't?"

"No, I already know. So maybe, Mr. Malfoy, you'd like to say goodnight to Miss Weasley now and then go back to bed? After all, you do have to wake up tomorrow, even if it is Sunday."

Confused, Mr. Malfoy mumbled a goodnight to Miss Weasley and watched as she hurried of towards Gryffindor Tower. He turned to Dumbledore, "Shouldn't you be giving me detention for even looking at a Gryffindor student?" he asked with a bitter tone.

The older man gave him a sympathetic smile. "No, of course not. But I will give you a little advice, Mr. Malfoy; when you're with her, wipe that sneer of your face, will you?"

~*~*~*~

Ginny opened the door to her bedroom and silently walked in. She didn't want to wake her friends, and stopped, surprised as she saw Desdemona and Miranda sitting on Miranda's bed. Miranda glared at her before she lay down and pulled her covers over her head.

Confused, Ginny turned to Desdemona "W-what's wrong with her?" she asked.

Desdemona shook her head in disgust as she looked at Ginny. "Kevin dumped her," she hissed.

Now Ginny was even more confused. Why did they look so angry at her if her boyfriend had dumped her? What had she done? Ginny swallowed nervously "Oh… I'm so sorry…"

"Yea, well you should be! It's all your fault, you know!" Desdemona spat out.

"What? What have I done?"

"He's a Ravenclaw!" Came the answer, as if that was going to explain anything.

"Oh…"

"Don't 'oh' me! He's a prefect, and he takes school very seriously! When he found out Miranda hadn't done her Potions homework he dumped her! Ginny, why didn't you do it? WHY?!"

Ginny's lip started to tremble and she looked down at her hands.

Oh dear lord, what have I done? I should have done that homework, if I hadn't been busy talking to Draco…

She looked up at both her roommates and tried very hard not to cry, "I'm so sorry, Miranda… I-I swear I didn't mean to… "

None of them answered, Desdemona just snorted and closed the curtains around them. Ginny walked back to her bed and laid down on it, finally letting all of her tears out.

If she hadn't been busy with her crying, she surely would have heard the muffled giggles coming from Miranda's bed, and the muffled whisper: "That should make her concentrate on our homework better, and stop being out so late without telling us what she's up to…"

~*~*~*~

Draco watched her as she entered the Great Hall. She held her head low and he noticed how she tried to make herself as small as possible, as if to avoid peoples' curious glances. She sat down by the Gryffindor table and looked down on her plate. All her appearance made it clear to him that something was seriously wrong with her. She looked more depressed than he had ever seen her before. But why? Sure, when she left him last night she wasn't exactly happy, but this depressed? No, she hadn't been like this.

Since our little Draco is pretty clever, he soon figured out something must have happened to her in the old Gryffindor Tower. What? Oh, he just had to find out later that night, when they met… if she still wanted to meet him… she didn't think he loved her… she was wrong, but he couldn't exactly tell her that… no that would be… stupid! Yes! Stupid! Really stupid… Malfoys never show their true feelings.

But he didn't like to see her depressed… she should be smiling, laughing! He had only seen her laugh a couple of times, but he would never forget they way her eyes lit up and how her lips got that sexy smile during those rare times that she did.

A couple of days ago he had heard some of the Slytherins making fun of her, they didn't know her name, just that she was one of the Weasleys. They had laughed at how ugly she was, and how disgusting those freckles looked. A year ago he would agree, but now… Truly he couldn't think of anything as beautiful as her… her deep brown eyes that he could read so well, those rosy red lips he loved to kiss, hell, he even loved her annoyingly red hair! It made her look so fragile, so soft… Was he the only one seeing it?

Oh, fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? In love with a Weasley? Why don't I just go throw myself off a cliff and get it over with?

At least no one but Potter, Big Weasel and Mudblood knew about it… and he was going to make sure to keep it that way. After all, he didn't exactly long to get the Cruciatus curse from his father again…

"Good Morning, Handsome!" Draco sighed and felt those disgusting arms wrap around him and pull him in for a tight hug.

"Good Morning, Disgusting," he answered coldly.

Pansy followed his stare and found him looking at Ginny. "What's so interesting about her?" she asked, still with her arms around him. He pulled her away and looked at Pansy instead.

To compare his Ginny to the "girl" sitting right next to him wasn't the most fun thing to do. Ginny looked pure and honest, while Pansy looked like a pig with too much make-up.

"Draco? I'm talking to you!" the pig said, annoyed, and furiously shook her head. Draco frowned and turned back to stare at Ginny.

~*~*~*~

Ginny looked up as she heard someone enter the Great Hall. She felt her heart sink as she saw it was her brother, Harry and Hermione. They walked over to her, and Harry sat down next to her and Hermione and Ron on the other side of the table.

Please, not now… I can't take this right now

"Ginny, just because you managed to sneak away yesterday doesn't mean we won't talk to you," Ron said, trying to stay calm.

Ginny sighed and looked down again. She heard someone sit down next to her and looked up.

"Good morning, Gin!" Miranda said and smiled at her. Desdemona sat down next to Miranda and handed Ginny about six books.

"Here Ginny. Here are the books you wanted." Miranda leaned closer to Ginny and whispered so her brother wouldn't hear, "We forgot to tell you, but you'll need to have read these books by tomorrow. It's for our Muggle Studies class. The professor gave us the homework about a month ago, but we forgot… but you understand, right? I mean, ever since Kevin dumped me yesterday I haven't been able to concentrate on anything else…" Miranda sobbed, and Desdemona put her arms around her and tried to comfort her.

All of a sudden everything just started to go around for Ginny, voices was hitting her from everywhere, and she felt as though she was going to explode.

"Ginny, listen to us! You can't hang around with Malfoy!" Harry hissed.

"Ginny, I miss Kevin so much," Miranda sobbed.

"Ginny, why are you with him?!"

"Ginny, don't forget about the Potions homework!"

"Ginny, stop acting like a baby!"

"Ginny, it's all your fault…"

"Ginny, you know he's just using you!"

Ginny slammed her fist in the table and stood up. "Stop it!" she cried out "Stop! Just shut up!" everyone stopped talking and looked at her, confused. She turned to her "best friends."

"Why are you doing this to me? If you miss Kevin so much, Miranda, why don't you do your own damn homework instead of making me do it? You're actually trying to make me do your Muggle Studies homework? I don't even take that class! I've always thought you cared for me, that you two were my best friends! And all this time you've let me think that! You two just pretended to be my friends so that I would do your homework, detentions and other stuff you two just don't want to do… You don't care for me, you never have… You wouldn't even miss me if I died tomorrow, you'd just find some other poor girl who'd do the shit job for you. I hate you. I truly, honestly hate you two! You've hurt me enough for a lifetime, and I wont take it anymore!

Her cheeks were soaking wet as she turned to Harry. "And you! Why won't you just leave me alone? I've asked, I've begged you to just leave me alone, but did you listen? NO! Of course not! Just because you're "The Boy Who Lived" doesn't mean I want anything to do with you! How many times do I have to tell you? You scare me, and I want nothing to do with you, so just shut up! And it's the same thing with you, Ron! I'm your sister, dammit! As soon as you see me enter the room you sigh and pretend you don't know me… You ignore me, that is until you noticed that I'm up to something with the big, scary Malfoy. Then, all of a sudden, you have to be the big, protective, big brother you've never been before! You asked what the hell was wrong with me, and I'm asking you the same. What the hell is wrong with you? You don't even know me, Ron. And you don't know Draco, so what gives you the right to judge either one of us? It doesn't matter if he's just using me, everyone else is using me too, so why not him?

"Miranda and Desdemona are using me to get me to do their homework, Harry really doesn't care; he just cares about Gryffindor's reputation. And you, Ron! You're just using me as an excuse to be mad at Malfoy! I'm so tired of it… I'm so damn tired of it all! Draco is the only one who hasn't begged for anything in return from me… your enemy, Ron… I'm in love with him… it doesn't matter what you do or say Ron, I just hope you're happy now. 'Cause I'm definitely not!"

Ginny sobbed and tried to catch her breath. She hadn't meant for it to happen like this… but it was all such chaos in her head, and she couldn't take it anymore! It was as if they were begging for it, and before she could stop herself, everything she had been thinking had just slipped out.

She stood there at the Gryffindor table and cried silently. Everyone in the Great Hall was staring at her, most of them with their mouths hanging open in shock. The students at Hogwarts ever really noticed the small, little redhead, and now she was screaming at Harry? Harry Potter? How could she?!

No one said anything. The only thing that could be heard were the quiet sobs from Ginny. She swallowed and looked over to the Slytherin table where Draco was sitting, he too, staring at her. She saw as he stood up and left the Great Hall, his head up, trying to hold on to some dignity, and she felt more tears stream her face. His face didn't show what he was thinking, but she had learned by now how to read him. She could see it in his eyes that he was furious, and she knew she had lost any chance she had had with him.

She sobbed again and ran out of the Great Hall. She ran down to the lake, wishing he'd be there, so she could apologize.

It wasn't as she had wanted to let the whole school know who she was in love with, and she had never meant for him to get in trouble for it! Would he forgive her?

Of course not! Don't be silly! He doesn't love me; he's probably relieved that I made a fool of myself, cause this way he'll have an excuse to stop seeing me…

She reached the big tree and fell down on her knees when she found there was no one there. She started to cry, and didn't care about who might see or hear her. It didn't matter anymore… nothing mattered anymore… she had lost everything.

~*~*~*~

Please review… ;)