Yay, new chapter, enjoy
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Ginny sat at the window of her bedroom in Gryffindor tower and watched the slow, soft movement of the snowflakes that felt to the ground. It had been snowing since before she had been locked in the closet with Malfoy, and it was still snowing now.
She sighed; she had mentally gone back to calling him Malfoy. While they had been locked it the closet together she had called him Draco, and it had been the most natural thing in the world for her to call him Draco, but now, she was back to calling him Malfoy.
It had been almost twenty-four hours since Harry, Ron and Hermione had let her out of the closet, and Ginny was still plagued by a hollow feeling. She had felt it as soon as she had stepped out of the closet, and she hoped that the feeling would have shifted, but now, the feeling was as strong as ever.
It felt strange, but she wanted to be back in the closet.
Sure, being out of the locked room was great; it had been great to finally have a shower and was the dirt, grime and perspiration off of her body. It felt fantastic to sit at the Gryffindor table of the great hall and eat, the food was heavenly, warm and solid and so tasty, filling her stomach to full capacity and relishing in the feel of being a pig. Sleeping in her own bed instead of the harsh stone floor was divine. Oh and the toilet amenities were just so amazing.
But she could still not shake the strangeness. She couldn't stop the feelings that were running through her. She felt as though she was floating, because her life had changed in such a short time.
Since she was old enough to understand society, she had been told that there were some people that you cant trust. Ginny always thought that that was fair enough, that there were people in the world who would manipulate and take you fro granted. Arthur Weasley had always told his daughter that the Malfoy's were these type of people.
She had always been told not to trust the Malfoy's, but she was never given the opportunity to trust them. Ginny knew that what her father said about Lucius Malfoy was remaining hostility from their childhood grudges, but it was sad that she had never been given the chance to get to know Draco, because he was different.
She had been completely surprised by him. Every word that came out of Draco Malfoy's mouth while they were in the closet had surprised her. Some of it scared her; some of it saddened her, some of it enraged her but every single word surprised her.
And she was scared because he surprised her.
He was scared because he was right, not about everything that he had said, but about a lot of things that he had said. He was right about dark clouds not all having silver lining, he was right about oppressed princesses with knights and shining armor.
And as much as Ginny hated to admit it, he was right that not every one really cared. Ginny knew she was lucky compared to him however. At least she did have some people who cared. Ginny had a mother, and a father and brothers and Harry and Hermione who all cared about her, well at least she thought that they all cared, but Draco had nothing.
But she had cared. Within an hour of being locked away with Draco, she realized that she cared for him. She realized that she cared about him greatly. She had never had a connection like this so fast with a boy; she had never been so connected with any one. But Draco Malfoy had connected to her in so many ways.
He didn't have any one, and that was why he was so withdrawn. He didn't let people into his mind or into his heart because he was scared of being hurt and let down. Just like his father had let him down, just like his mother had let him down, and just like this girl in his past had let him down.
He didn't let any one in, but he screwed up, because Ginny had found a way in.
She had felt that he had let her in, weather he wanted to or not. He let her in through his words and his actions. He told her everything that she had asked, and she had asked everything that she wanted to know. His honestly had touched her in every way possible.
He had opened up his heart to her, and he had told her his thoughts and feelings. Hopes, dreams and aspirations were brought forward on both parts. Futures, histories and feelings were brought to light also. Words were given weight in their conversations, words were given meaning, emotion, used to break hearts as well as heal them. There were no more secrets between them anymore, because even what they didn't express in words, they expressed in looks.
Then she had gone and stuffed it all up. Now that Ginny looked back on it, she realized that the fighting was all her fault. Draco, although he was a bit full on, was only trying to help her.
He was concerned with her health; he was showing that he cared.
And she had bit his head off. He had told him to mind his own business and leave her alone, he had told her to stop caring. Ginny had told Draco, a boy who didn't want to care for any one, to stop caring about her.
And the worst thing of all, Ginny had accused him of being a death eater.
Nothing would be able to erase the look on his face from her mind. Nothing, no matter how bad she tried could stop his sad face from flashing before her eyes every time she blinked. He looked so sad, he looked so disappointed in her, and he looked so defeated.
Ginny regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, she regretted the accusation as soon as she realized what she had said, because deep down inside, she knew that it was not true. She knew that he was not a death eater and that he would never be one. He had told her that without even opening his mouth, he had told her through the hatred her showed when death eaters or even his father was mentioned.
He had ripped up his sleeves and showed her is arms. Ginny had not looked, because she knew that she would see nothing there. She had complete faith that his arms were bare. And they had been.
Ginny had stuffed up. She had hurt him as well as hurting herself.
Ginny had not got out of bed since she had gotten out of the closet. She had been moping, and she was proud of her powers of moping. Ginny had not spoken to anyone other than Hermione, Ron and Harry. She had hardly left her room. She needed time to think, in a place where she would not run into Draco.
So her room had been her sanctuary. But people had been coming to check on her. Mainly Hermione. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, shaking Ginny from her thoughts.
"Ginny, are you ok?" Hermione asked. Hermione had been worried about her friend. Ginny was never the type of person who would stay to herself, she liked to share her emotions with everyone. That was the way that it was with her.
"I am fine" She sighed into her pillow. Hermione came over and sat on the younger girl's bed, stroking her fiery red hair.
"Did Malfoy hurt you Gin, I mean; you can tell me if he hurt you..." Hermione told her. Ginny smiled softly at the irony.
"I think I hurt him more" Ginny replied. Hermione smirked.
"Well done" Hermione smiled, and then sat in silence with her friend.
"Hermione, do you think that some one can be completely different from what you expect?" Ginny asked after a few minutes of silence. She could hear Hermione breathing, it was so quite in the room, and she was thinking.
"A leopard can never change its spots Ginny" Hermione said softly, treading carefully on what could be dangerous ground.
"What if the leopard was not a leopard to begin with?" Ginny asked softly. Hermione thought.
"I don't know, that really depends on weather this is a real leopard or a hypothetical leopard" Hermione replied.
"He is a real leopard" Ginny replied. Hermione nodded.
"Well, I guess it is up to an individual judgment on weather or not a Leopard is a leopard" Hermione replied.
"What if you always thought that the leopard was a leopard, and socially, every one saw that person was a leopard, but deep down in side, this person was really just a scared little kitten pretending to be a leopard to scare away other people?" Ginny asked.
Hermione looked confused.
"Ginny, I think we should stop talking about jungle animals and just get to what we are really chatting about" Hermione laughed.
"Malfoy, I mean, Draco, he surprised me, and I think that maybe I underestimated him in so many ways. People think that he is a leopard, but he showed me that deep down he is a kitten, and I think.. I think..." Ginny explained.
"You like him" Hermione suggested.
"I like him" She replied.
"Ginny, do you love him?" Hermione asked, Ginny sighed and collapsed back onto her bed.
"Does any one really have to ability to love any one?" She asked, Hermione sat, confused, this was a girl who was the worlds biggest hopeless romantic.
"Every one has the ability to love" Hermione replied. Ginny smirked.
"There is not silver lining, there is no knight in shining armor, and there are no heroes" Ginny whispered, mainly to herself.
"You honestly don't believe that do you?" Hermione asked. Ginny sighed.
"I don't know what I believe anymore."
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Ginny sat at the window of her bedroom in Gryffindor tower and watched the slow, soft movement of the snowflakes that felt to the ground. It had been snowing since before she had been locked in the closet with Malfoy, and it was still snowing now.
She sighed; she had mentally gone back to calling him Malfoy. While they had been locked it the closet together she had called him Draco, and it had been the most natural thing in the world for her to call him Draco, but now, she was back to calling him Malfoy.
It had been almost twenty-four hours since Harry, Ron and Hermione had let her out of the closet, and Ginny was still plagued by a hollow feeling. She had felt it as soon as she had stepped out of the closet, and she hoped that the feeling would have shifted, but now, the feeling was as strong as ever.
It felt strange, but she wanted to be back in the closet.
Sure, being out of the locked room was great; it had been great to finally have a shower and was the dirt, grime and perspiration off of her body. It felt fantastic to sit at the Gryffindor table of the great hall and eat, the food was heavenly, warm and solid and so tasty, filling her stomach to full capacity and relishing in the feel of being a pig. Sleeping in her own bed instead of the harsh stone floor was divine. Oh and the toilet amenities were just so amazing.
But she could still not shake the strangeness. She couldn't stop the feelings that were running through her. She felt as though she was floating, because her life had changed in such a short time.
Since she was old enough to understand society, she had been told that there were some people that you cant trust. Ginny always thought that that was fair enough, that there were people in the world who would manipulate and take you fro granted. Arthur Weasley had always told his daughter that the Malfoy's were these type of people.
She had always been told not to trust the Malfoy's, but she was never given the opportunity to trust them. Ginny knew that what her father said about Lucius Malfoy was remaining hostility from their childhood grudges, but it was sad that she had never been given the chance to get to know Draco, because he was different.
She had been completely surprised by him. Every word that came out of Draco Malfoy's mouth while they were in the closet had surprised her. Some of it scared her; some of it saddened her, some of it enraged her but every single word surprised her.
And she was scared because he surprised her.
He was scared because he was right, not about everything that he had said, but about a lot of things that he had said. He was right about dark clouds not all having silver lining, he was right about oppressed princesses with knights and shining armor.
And as much as Ginny hated to admit it, he was right that not every one really cared. Ginny knew she was lucky compared to him however. At least she did have some people who cared. Ginny had a mother, and a father and brothers and Harry and Hermione who all cared about her, well at least she thought that they all cared, but Draco had nothing.
But she had cared. Within an hour of being locked away with Draco, she realized that she cared for him. She realized that she cared about him greatly. She had never had a connection like this so fast with a boy; she had never been so connected with any one. But Draco Malfoy had connected to her in so many ways.
He didn't have any one, and that was why he was so withdrawn. He didn't let people into his mind or into his heart because he was scared of being hurt and let down. Just like his father had let him down, just like his mother had let him down, and just like this girl in his past had let him down.
He didn't let any one in, but he screwed up, because Ginny had found a way in.
She had felt that he had let her in, weather he wanted to or not. He let her in through his words and his actions. He told her everything that she had asked, and she had asked everything that she wanted to know. His honestly had touched her in every way possible.
He had opened up his heart to her, and he had told her his thoughts and feelings. Hopes, dreams and aspirations were brought forward on both parts. Futures, histories and feelings were brought to light also. Words were given weight in their conversations, words were given meaning, emotion, used to break hearts as well as heal them. There were no more secrets between them anymore, because even what they didn't express in words, they expressed in looks.
Then she had gone and stuffed it all up. Now that Ginny looked back on it, she realized that the fighting was all her fault. Draco, although he was a bit full on, was only trying to help her.
He was concerned with her health; he was showing that he cared.
And she had bit his head off. He had told him to mind his own business and leave her alone, he had told her to stop caring. Ginny had told Draco, a boy who didn't want to care for any one, to stop caring about her.
And the worst thing of all, Ginny had accused him of being a death eater.
Nothing would be able to erase the look on his face from her mind. Nothing, no matter how bad she tried could stop his sad face from flashing before her eyes every time she blinked. He looked so sad, he looked so disappointed in her, and he looked so defeated.
Ginny regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, she regretted the accusation as soon as she realized what she had said, because deep down inside, she knew that it was not true. She knew that he was not a death eater and that he would never be one. He had told her that without even opening his mouth, he had told her through the hatred her showed when death eaters or even his father was mentioned.
He had ripped up his sleeves and showed her is arms. Ginny had not looked, because she knew that she would see nothing there. She had complete faith that his arms were bare. And they had been.
Ginny had stuffed up. She had hurt him as well as hurting herself.
Ginny had not got out of bed since she had gotten out of the closet. She had been moping, and she was proud of her powers of moping. Ginny had not spoken to anyone other than Hermione, Ron and Harry. She had hardly left her room. She needed time to think, in a place where she would not run into Draco.
So her room had been her sanctuary. But people had been coming to check on her. Mainly Hermione. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, shaking Ginny from her thoughts.
"Ginny, are you ok?" Hermione asked. Hermione had been worried about her friend. Ginny was never the type of person who would stay to herself, she liked to share her emotions with everyone. That was the way that it was with her.
"I am fine" She sighed into her pillow. Hermione came over and sat on the younger girl's bed, stroking her fiery red hair.
"Did Malfoy hurt you Gin, I mean; you can tell me if he hurt you..." Hermione told her. Ginny smiled softly at the irony.
"I think I hurt him more" Ginny replied. Hermione smirked.
"Well done" Hermione smiled, and then sat in silence with her friend.
"Hermione, do you think that some one can be completely different from what you expect?" Ginny asked after a few minutes of silence. She could hear Hermione breathing, it was so quite in the room, and she was thinking.
"A leopard can never change its spots Ginny" Hermione said softly, treading carefully on what could be dangerous ground.
"What if the leopard was not a leopard to begin with?" Ginny asked softly. Hermione thought.
"I don't know, that really depends on weather this is a real leopard or a hypothetical leopard" Hermione replied.
"He is a real leopard" Ginny replied. Hermione nodded.
"Well, I guess it is up to an individual judgment on weather or not a Leopard is a leopard" Hermione replied.
"What if you always thought that the leopard was a leopard, and socially, every one saw that person was a leopard, but deep down in side, this person was really just a scared little kitten pretending to be a leopard to scare away other people?" Ginny asked.
Hermione looked confused.
"Ginny, I think we should stop talking about jungle animals and just get to what we are really chatting about" Hermione laughed.
"Malfoy, I mean, Draco, he surprised me, and I think that maybe I underestimated him in so many ways. People think that he is a leopard, but he showed me that deep down he is a kitten, and I think.. I think..." Ginny explained.
"You like him" Hermione suggested.
"I like him" She replied.
"Ginny, do you love him?" Hermione asked, Ginny sighed and collapsed back onto her bed.
"Does any one really have to ability to love any one?" She asked, Hermione sat, confused, this was a girl who was the worlds biggest hopeless romantic.
"Every one has the ability to love" Hermione replied. Ginny smirked.
"There is not silver lining, there is no knight in shining armor, and there are no heroes" Ginny whispered, mainly to herself.
"You honestly don't believe that do you?" Hermione asked. Ginny sighed.
"I don't know what I believe anymore."