Ginny was one step away from scratching her own eyes out. She was pulling
at her hair, and almost sobbing. She was at her wits end, she didn't know
what to do, but she did know that there was only one person who could save
her.
"Hermione" She screamed, and her distress must have traveled in her voice, because seconds later, Hermione bolted through the door. Hermione looked worried as she looked at her friend.
"What, What?" Hermione asked "Are you ok?"
"I am in crisis" Ginny exclaimed, pacing the length of the room. Hermione caught her by the hand and looked into her eyes.
"Ginny, what is it? Tell me" Hermione begged.
"I have nothing to wear" Ginny sobbed, falling into the older girls arms. Hermione laughed lightly and hugged the girl.
"Oh no, that is awful" Hermione smiled, she was relieved that Ginny was not hurt in any way. Ginny's scream had made it sound like something terrible had happened.
"It is awful, I have to go and meet Draco in an hour and I have nothing to wear. This is international crisis" Ginny sobbed. Hermione laughed at her overly dramatic friend.
"Ok, first of all, stop crying, you are going to make your eyes all puffy, now, let me have a look at your clothes" Hermione smiled, sitting her down on the bed and digging through the clothes.
"This skirt with this shirt" Hermione suggested, holding out a denim skirt and a white shirt with three quarter sleeves. Ginny screwed up her face.
"Makes my thighs look huge and my arms look short" Ginny replied.
They spent 20 minutes going through every single item in the closet and ever single possible combination of the items. Ginny's excuses started to get even worse and crazy as time went on ("The grey sweater will clash with Draco's eyes")
"Ginny, do you just want choose something of mine to wear?" Hermione asked, Ginny innocently jumped off of the bed and ran through the door.
When Hermione made it to her room, Ginny was already swimming in her clothes.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco stood in front of his full length mirror in a plain black pants and a white shirt. He brushed some of his blonde hair out of his face.
"You look lovely dear" The mirror told him.
"Are you sure?" Draco asked, running his fingers through his hair, he wasn't sure what he was wearing was right. He wanted to look perfect for Ginny.
"You look fine" The mirror assured. That was all Draco needed to hear, he turned and started to tug off his shirt.
"Tonight is important to me, I can't just look fine, and I have to look ....... I don't know, but it fine is not going to cut it" Draco explained to the mirror.
40 minutes, and all of Draco's shirts and sweaters later, he stood before the mirror again. He liked what he was wearing his time, it made him wonder why he didn't just choose it from the beginning.
"That is the one my dear, that is right" The mirror complimented, Draco smiled.
"Yeah I know, it is perfect" Draco mumbled, "Lets just hope the rest of the night turns out perfect."
~*~*~*~*~
Ginny creaked the door open and looked around the storage closet, it was empty. The room had not been entered since they had left it. There was still a line of brooms along the middle of the room.
Malfoy land and Weasley land.
Ginny laughed, that day had felt so long ago, before the truthfulness and the kisses, before the fighting. That was before she realized that she cared. Everything seemed so easy before then, now it was all so complicated.
She moved into the room and sat on the floor on the Malfoy side of the room. She looked at her watch, she didn't know if she was early or if Draco was late, but she didn't mind waiting for him.
Her heart thumped in anticipation of what Draco had to say to her. She had no idea about what she was going to say to him, but she just wanted the opportunity to talk to him again. Ginny just hoped that they would not fight again, she couldn't deal with another fight, she couldn't hear any more hurtful things coming from either of their mouths.
The door opened and Ginny looked up. Draco had just walked in. Ginny looked up at him and stood.
"Hi" She began nervously, He smiled at her, his nervousness was obvious in just that one smile.
"I wasn't sure if you were going to be here, I mean, I was hoping that you would, but I didn't think you would give me the chance" Draco told her, Ginny nodded.
"Why wouldn't I come here?" Ginny asked "You asked me to be here"
"Yes, I asked you to be here, but you had every right not to show up after the hurtful things I said to you, I didn't expect you to want to be in the same room as me .... You have been skipping meals" Draco told her, and then stopped, he didn't want her to get the wrong idea about his comment "Not a judgment, just an observation"
"Yeah, I had some things I had to think about" Ginny replied. Draco nodded, understand, he would have wanted to be alone with his thoughts to.
"Well, I hope that you got everything sorted" Draco added sincerely.
"I don't know if it is, there are some things that I can sort out by myself" Ginny told him, moving to sit at the chair that she had always sat in when they had been locked in the room together.
"You mean, things between us?" He asked, sitting on the floor beside her chair. Ginny looked down at him.
"Yes, things between us....." Ginny began.
"I want to get things settled between us to" Draco began. "But I think that we will end up fighting if we try and talk about it"
"Knowing our luck, we will end up fighting" Ginny smiled at him. "I wish there was some way that we could side step this talking stuff, just take things back to the way they were before"
"We will just end up fighting again if we do that" Draco replied.
"I don't want to fight with you, but I know we can not avoid it, so, what do you want to talk about first?" Ginny asked, Draco sighed.
"I have no idea where to start" he admitted, she smiled, glad that she was not the one who had to admit that.
"So...." She smiled, Draco smiled back.
"So....." He repeated, both hoping for the other to be the first to say something. But, their conversation, or their lack of conversation, was interrupted by a sound.
A sound that was either a blessing or a curse.
The sound of the closet door creaking shut.
Draco stood, and tried to open the heavy door. He rattled the handle and shoved it with his shoulder.
"Ginny" He began, turning back to her, "We are locked in again."
~*~*~*~*
A/N -
Hey, sorry this chapter is so short and jumpy, I was fighting writers block and watching the sound of music.
Any way, remember, when you know the notes to sing, you can sing most any thing.
"Hermione" She screamed, and her distress must have traveled in her voice, because seconds later, Hermione bolted through the door. Hermione looked worried as she looked at her friend.
"What, What?" Hermione asked "Are you ok?"
"I am in crisis" Ginny exclaimed, pacing the length of the room. Hermione caught her by the hand and looked into her eyes.
"Ginny, what is it? Tell me" Hermione begged.
"I have nothing to wear" Ginny sobbed, falling into the older girls arms. Hermione laughed lightly and hugged the girl.
"Oh no, that is awful" Hermione smiled, she was relieved that Ginny was not hurt in any way. Ginny's scream had made it sound like something terrible had happened.
"It is awful, I have to go and meet Draco in an hour and I have nothing to wear. This is international crisis" Ginny sobbed. Hermione laughed at her overly dramatic friend.
"Ok, first of all, stop crying, you are going to make your eyes all puffy, now, let me have a look at your clothes" Hermione smiled, sitting her down on the bed and digging through the clothes.
"This skirt with this shirt" Hermione suggested, holding out a denim skirt and a white shirt with three quarter sleeves. Ginny screwed up her face.
"Makes my thighs look huge and my arms look short" Ginny replied.
They spent 20 minutes going through every single item in the closet and ever single possible combination of the items. Ginny's excuses started to get even worse and crazy as time went on ("The grey sweater will clash with Draco's eyes")
"Ginny, do you just want choose something of mine to wear?" Hermione asked, Ginny innocently jumped off of the bed and ran through the door.
When Hermione made it to her room, Ginny was already swimming in her clothes.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco stood in front of his full length mirror in a plain black pants and a white shirt. He brushed some of his blonde hair out of his face.
"You look lovely dear" The mirror told him.
"Are you sure?" Draco asked, running his fingers through his hair, he wasn't sure what he was wearing was right. He wanted to look perfect for Ginny.
"You look fine" The mirror assured. That was all Draco needed to hear, he turned and started to tug off his shirt.
"Tonight is important to me, I can't just look fine, and I have to look ....... I don't know, but it fine is not going to cut it" Draco explained to the mirror.
40 minutes, and all of Draco's shirts and sweaters later, he stood before the mirror again. He liked what he was wearing his time, it made him wonder why he didn't just choose it from the beginning.
"That is the one my dear, that is right" The mirror complimented, Draco smiled.
"Yeah I know, it is perfect" Draco mumbled, "Lets just hope the rest of the night turns out perfect."
~*~*~*~*~
Ginny creaked the door open and looked around the storage closet, it was empty. The room had not been entered since they had left it. There was still a line of brooms along the middle of the room.
Malfoy land and Weasley land.
Ginny laughed, that day had felt so long ago, before the truthfulness and the kisses, before the fighting. That was before she realized that she cared. Everything seemed so easy before then, now it was all so complicated.
She moved into the room and sat on the floor on the Malfoy side of the room. She looked at her watch, she didn't know if she was early or if Draco was late, but she didn't mind waiting for him.
Her heart thumped in anticipation of what Draco had to say to her. She had no idea about what she was going to say to him, but she just wanted the opportunity to talk to him again. Ginny just hoped that they would not fight again, she couldn't deal with another fight, she couldn't hear any more hurtful things coming from either of their mouths.
The door opened and Ginny looked up. Draco had just walked in. Ginny looked up at him and stood.
"Hi" She began nervously, He smiled at her, his nervousness was obvious in just that one smile.
"I wasn't sure if you were going to be here, I mean, I was hoping that you would, but I didn't think you would give me the chance" Draco told her, Ginny nodded.
"Why wouldn't I come here?" Ginny asked "You asked me to be here"
"Yes, I asked you to be here, but you had every right not to show up after the hurtful things I said to you, I didn't expect you to want to be in the same room as me .... You have been skipping meals" Draco told her, and then stopped, he didn't want her to get the wrong idea about his comment "Not a judgment, just an observation"
"Yeah, I had some things I had to think about" Ginny replied. Draco nodded, understand, he would have wanted to be alone with his thoughts to.
"Well, I hope that you got everything sorted" Draco added sincerely.
"I don't know if it is, there are some things that I can sort out by myself" Ginny told him, moving to sit at the chair that she had always sat in when they had been locked in the room together.
"You mean, things between us?" He asked, sitting on the floor beside her chair. Ginny looked down at him.
"Yes, things between us....." Ginny began.
"I want to get things settled between us to" Draco began. "But I think that we will end up fighting if we try and talk about it"
"Knowing our luck, we will end up fighting" Ginny smiled at him. "I wish there was some way that we could side step this talking stuff, just take things back to the way they were before"
"We will just end up fighting again if we do that" Draco replied.
"I don't want to fight with you, but I know we can not avoid it, so, what do you want to talk about first?" Ginny asked, Draco sighed.
"I have no idea where to start" he admitted, she smiled, glad that she was not the one who had to admit that.
"So...." She smiled, Draco smiled back.
"So....." He repeated, both hoping for the other to be the first to say something. But, their conversation, or their lack of conversation, was interrupted by a sound.
A sound that was either a blessing or a curse.
The sound of the closet door creaking shut.
Draco stood, and tried to open the heavy door. He rattled the handle and shoved it with his shoulder.
"Ginny" He began, turning back to her, "We are locked in again."
~*~*~*~*
A/N -
Hey, sorry this chapter is so short and jumpy, I was fighting writers block and watching the sound of music.
Any way, remember, when you know the notes to sing, you can sing most any thing.