A/N: Hey. Hope this crap doesn't smell too much. The plot sorta thickens….finally…although this fic is coming to an end. A few more chapters, I'm hoping. I'm currently working on a very angsty fic, although it isn't posted yet. Ah well, R/R
Ginny dipped her head in the cool blue water and giggled slightly, enjoying the feeling.
" Tsk, tsk." Ginny rolled her eyes, already knowing who it was.
" Weasley, might I remind you that the swim competition is in a week?" he drawled, sounding very annoyed.
" I know that!" Ginny said very indignantly. " I'm not stupid, unlike some people." Draco arched one blonde eyebrow.
" Are you calling me stupid?" he asked. Ginny shrugged and turned away from him, getting ready to dip in the water.
'You can do this! Try to actually swim instead of splashing in the water…' Ginny reminded herself, desperately trying to up her self-esteem. She dove into the water and lifted one arm up, brought it down to scoop the water away. She practiced just her arms for a minute, then she began kicking. She could hear the loud splashing of her feet and arms, and decided that she was ready.
'One…two…three!' She dove back into the water and tried to remember how to do everything. Arm up, scoop water away, kick. Other arm, scoop water away, kick. It wasn't very coordinated, she knew, and she knew she looked terrible, but at least she was moving in the water. She would swim until the end of the lake without stopping, and then she would tell that Draco Malfoy off. Very determined, Ginny began thrashing faster and faster, trying to see in the water. But as each second passed, she became more and more tired, until she felt like she couldn't move. Her lungs burned, as if there was a lack of oxygen…She couldn't breathe! Ginny immediately stopped swimming and hurriedly jumped out of out the water, sighing as her lungs met fresh air. Ahh, fresh, fresh air…
" What's going on there?" an irritated voice shouted at her. Ginny looked around to see a crowd of angry, wet people. Oops. She could see Draco waddling over to her, a frown creasing his perfect features.
"What exactly were you doing, Weasley? You looked like a dying chicken." Ginny frowned and arched an eyebrow.
" Er…that's a very interesting way to put it…" Draco waved her comment away impatiently. Ginny sighed.
" I forgot to breathe.", she admitted sheepishly, turning red.
" Forgot to breathe?" Draco repeated, looking flabbergasted. Ginny nodded.
" Honestly Weasley, how stupid are you? Huh?" he asked, tapping her head as if to see if anything was inside. Ginny scowled, feeling very put down.
" Yeah? You think I'm stupid? Well, it could happen! Maybe if you hadn't pressured me so much, and told me how much I stunk, maybe I wouldn't stress so much about swimming!" Ginny cried, close to tears. Ginny would've thought that seeing her close to tears would have softened even the cold hearted dragon, but it wasn't so.
" Oh? Now, that's really too bad, but strangely, I don't feel any sympathy for you. The fact is, you do stink. You've been trying to learn how to swim for about 2 weeks now, and you still look like your drowning when you're in the water." Draco replied nastily, hands on his hips.
" Well, I may not be a natural swimmer, but at least I'm not a irritable, sodding, evil-"
" charming, cunning and stunning man." Draco finished, looking very smug. Ginny didn't answer, and merely ruffled her hair, looking like an angry devil.
" Sod off, Malfoy, before I kill you." She whispered menacingly. Draco seemed unfazed by her glare, for he was so used to it.
" Silly girl." Draco smirked, trudging back to the other side of the lake. Ginny shook her head, staring after the Boy-Who's-Full-Of-Himself. She felt her self-esteem somewhat deflated after what Draco had said, even though she knew that she shouldn't let him affect her like that. But it was so hard not to let the boy affect her…he was so…different from the rest. Most of the time, he was a perfect git, a perfect, heartless, Slytherin, yet still, somehow, he seemed still charming. Like the way he always had a witty response, and how charming his smirk could be…and that voice. Ginny shuddered. Damn him for being so perfect. Sniffing, Ginny walked away from the lake, desperately hoping that her friends weren't in the cabin…all she wanted to do right now was to sit down and pout like a baby.
Ginny creaked open the door, looking around gingerly to make sure her friends weren't around. They weren't. Lately, she had been avoiding them a bit, yet they didn't seem to notice. Part of her was glad that they hadn't, but the other, bigger part of her was very disappointed that they did not seem to care about her. Alison was busy trying to win Draco, Lena was busy reading, and Marie was busy with her new boyfriend. Ginny felt lonely; even her temporary dog was gone. Ginny groaned and stretched down on her soft bed. This had to be the worst summer of Ginny's life…Well other than that one summer when her brother Ron had openly admitted that he was a homosexual…Ginny shivered at the memory of him running after Harry and Hermione, half-naked…
'Stop thinking about that!', her mind scolded her.
'Alright, alright, I'll stop…' Ginny tapped her fingers on the nightstand next to her, not knowing what to do. If she just sat there, she knew she would spend her whole day thinking about a certain boy, and she didn't want to do that… Sighing, Ginny pulled out her sketchbook, deciding to draw since she had nothing better to do.
Draco sighed and flopped down on his bed, feeling refreshed after his shower. That was when he noticed the wrinkled piece of parchment on his bed. Gingerly, he picked it up, making sure it wasn't another one of Ginny's tricks. He opened it up with a flourish, letting the parchment unroll in front of his eyes.
You can run, but you can't hide…
-Lucius
" Stupid old bat." Draco muttered. For the first time in…quite a while, he felt all his dark worries return to him. All the worries he brought with himself when he had first come to the camp. All the horrible images flooded back, and he felt his heart harden. He felt himself grow cold, he felt himself shielded again.
'You can run, but you can't hide…' How could he have let his guard down? How could he have even temporarily forgotten? It was all Ginny's fault. Just being around her made him giddy and it made him want to be a child, carefree and open, it made him want to tease her like the old times. She, she had made him forget. How could she? Even more so, how could he have let her affect him?
Draco yelled in frustration and ripped the parchment in half, running a hand through his wet hair. Did his father really know where he was? If so, how could he know? Draco shook his head, scolding himself for forgetting of his deep, dark secrets.
The next few days went by very uneventful, although the tension about the dance grew and grew. Ginny shivered a bit as the night wind blew, and she trudged out of the once again empty cabin, feeling no excitement whatsoever. She found the path that had been lain out on the grass and followed it until she reached the somewhat tall building, gingerly stepping into it. Inside, it was warm, and soft light spilled across the room, making it seem even warmer.
" You're here." Ginny turned around and nodded.
" Is Ms. Welch here?" Ginny asked, looking around the empty looking gym. Draco shook his head, his hands in his pockets. Moments later, the clacking of heels could be heard, and sure enough, Ms. Welch's melodious voice cut in through the silence.
" Ah, you're here!" she chirped, sounding too cheerful.
" Today's task should be awfully fun!" Her brown eyes glittered as she smiled.
" While I attend to some business, I'd like you two to decorate the gym for the dance, you know, maybe hang some streamers and balloons, and stuff like that." Ms. Welch finished and looked at the two of them, waiting for their response. Ginny's eyes widened, and she clapped her hand over her mouth.
" Ooh, this should be SOO fun!", she squealed, and she couldn't help but do a little dance. From beside her, she could hear Draco's groans.
" Lord, woman, you just keep embarrassing me!" he groaned, falling to his knees. Ms. Welch merely smiled and waved good-bye before walking out. Draco sat on the shiny gym floor, staring at Ginny's back as she rushed in the storage room to get the supplies.
" You know, Ms. Welch is a bit strange…Why does she always leave us two alone? Wouldn't she want to observe us? I mean, what if we were to do something bad?" Draco stated his matter-of-fact voice echoing off the walls.
" Oh, Malfoy, don't be stupid! Ms. Welch is a busy woman!", came Ginny's muffled cry. Draco's slight frown deepened.
" Yes, I'm sure she is, but there's something fishy about her…" Draco murmured, quietly, so that he wasn't sure if Ginny had heard it or not. Moments later, Ginny came out, carrying in her arms streamers, balloons, scissors, tape, glitter, and everything else imaginable.
" Malfoy? Be a dear and bring the ladder out!" she cried, her head not visible under the mountain of things. Draco rolled his eyes and muttered, " Women…" before strutting into the small, gray closet and grabbing the two ladders that were propped up against the walls. He lifted them easily and carried them out to where Ginny was, and propped them up so that they could climb up it.
" How do you think we should decorate it?" Ginny asked, looking up at the ceiling. Draco shrugged, for he was unenthusiastic.
" I dunno. I'm no decorator, Weasley.", Draco replied, picking up the tube of pink confetti distastefully.
" But however you do it, please don't make it…pink." Her gaze falling back on him, Ginny wagged a slim finger at Draco, her eyes narrowing.
" Now, see here, Malfoy! I'm not doing all the work again this time, so if you don't want it pink, you best help out, you hear?" Draco rolled his eyes and nodded.
" But, just for the record, I did help out yesterday, Weasley." Draco added plainly, now fingering a black streamer with interest.
" Hmph, right. You call that helping? I would've finished faster if you hadn't been t here." Ginny harrumphed, proceeding to climb up the high ladder.
" Now, hand me the pink streamer," Ginny ordered, holding out her hand. Draco frowned.
" I will not!" Ginny fully turned around, towering above him, hands on her hips. Draco didn't like it.
" You will too!"
" No way! I detest pink!" Draco countered, stamping his foot in the most childish way possible.
" Oh, then Mr. I-Must-Have-It-My-Way, what color would you prefer?", Ginny snarled, leaning down slightly to sneer in his face.
" Black, of course.", Draco replied, handing her a black streamer.
" Black? Absolutely not!" Ginny fumed, stepping down from the ladder. Draco smirked.
" And why ever not?"
" What are you, a goth?", Ginny asked spitefully.
" No, I am not."
" Then why black?" Draco pondered this a moment, then answered truthfully, " Black describes my personality; I'm dark and evil…and since you prefer pink, you are a silly, giddy girl who wants to be a princess." Draco couldn't help but add the last part, just to see her face go red.
" I am not! I am not a silly little girl!" Ginny stamped her foot, blinking rapidly. Draco rolled his eyes lazily, crossing his arms as if to say, " Liar".
" Right…" he murmured.
" I'm not!" Ginny sputtered. When she got no response, she scowled and snatched the black streamer from Draco's hands.
" Give that here! I'll prove that I'm not a silly girl! We'll use black!…with some red…" Ginny finished uncertainly, picking up the red streamer also. Draco shrugged, secretly pleased that he had gotten his way.
" I have no objection to red, especially a blood red color like that one. Fresh blood from flesh." Draco said, nodding to the dark red color Ginny was holding. Ginny winced a bit at Draco's description of the color.
" You are so weird!" Ginny exclaimed. Draco bowed, taking it as a compliment. Ginny handed Draco the black streamer, and she grabbed the red one and she climbed up the tall, rickety ladder.
" Do try to hang the black without falling off, Malfoy." Ginny smirked at the blonde boy.
" No, Weasley, that's your job." Draco muttered, gracefully stepping up the ladder.
" What ever do you mean?" Ginny asked lightly, her tongue sticking out slightly as she concentrated on hanging it just so.
" I mean, you would be the one to fall off and break your ass, you are after all, clumsy." Draco said, he too concentrating hard. Ginny let the streamer hang on a piece of tape and turned to frown at the boy.
" I am not!" Draco turned to face her, his face contorted in mock arrogance.
" You are too, Weasley."
" Well, if we're talking about faults, you, are too bloody evil! I mean, you wear black all the time, and you describe things so violently…you just reek depressed, evil child!" Ginny threw her hands up, getting caught up in her rant. From beside her, Draco snorted.
" Well, what do you expect from a man who was raised by Lucius Malfoy, eh? Do you expect me to recite flowery poetry about prancing ponies and dancing flowers?" Draco asked, arching his eyebrows.
" I think not." Draco confirmed, nodding his head once, causing his perfect hair to fall in his eyes.
" Of course you wouldn't sprout poetry, silly! You would stink at that!" Ginny shook her head, clucking her tongue.
"I've noticed that you aren't quite talented in that area either." Draco remarked snootily. Then, his eyes glazed over, and he lifted his hand gracefully.
" His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.", Draco quoted, his eyes dancing with mischief.
" Ah, I remember that so well…A great piece of literature, mind you, " Draco nodded at her, his lips curling up in a rare, but brilliant smile. Even though he had made fun of her, Ginny couldn't help but smile.
" I was only eleven!", she protested, although she was grinning from ear to ear.
" Same difference, don't you agree? Still silly and immature, and likes pink…" Draco teased, spitting out 'pink' like it was poisonous. Ginny just smiled and leaned over to punch him playfully in the shoulder. Which, being the klutz she was, caused her to wobble, and fall over. In a matter of seconds, Ginny had tumbled off of the 7 foot ladder, and was falling, falling to the floor. All she could see was a blur of black rushing, no jumping down the ladder, and moments later, she found herself safely wrapped up in Draco's arms. Ginny turned to look at Draco's head, and as she lay in his arms, she could feel him breath heavily, and she could hear his sigh of relief. Draco lifted his head and stared at Ginny. Ginny let out a very small gasp as she once again got caught up in those eyes…Suddenly she felt so safe and warm… He stared at her, his eyes glowing with something that Ginny couldn't recognize. She did not see, nor feel anything else but his warm gaze, and for the moment, it was all that mattered.
" You clumsy girl." Then, the moment was gone. The sparkle, the beautiful sparkle in Draco's eyes was gone, and they were closed up; like stone. His voice, that had been so soft a moment ago, was cold and icy, like a winter blizzard.
" You always were a clumsy girl, " Draco continued, ungracefully dropping Ginny to the cold gym floor.
" Always dropping things, running into things, and you just go looking for trouble. You're a curse. Just like when you found that little diary, and you went and nearly got yourself killed. Always needing someone to look after you, eh? And you're so damn ugly, with all your red freckles, and you'll never get anything. You can't do anything by yourself, you're merely a lowly Weasley, the lowest one of them all. You can't even swim. You're a failure."
Ginny whimpered, scrambling up. Tears clouded her brown eyes, blurring her vision, but it didn't matter, she didn't want to look at Draco. She felt so hurt, and her hands shook, so many painful memories just flooding back. Where had she heard those words?
'You can't do anything for yourself you know, you stupid girl. You're a failure, girl, a failure.' Ginny heard the cackling, the high pitched cackling that dug into her bones, and it chilled her, filled her with shame. 'I'm a failure. I'm a failure.', she murmured to herself, rocking back and forth, waiting for death.
She had been told that so many times, so many times by so many people, even the people that loved her. She suddenly felt so lost, and so very angry, the way she had been after her first year. She bravely looked up at Draco's cold face, and glared at him, her tears flowing openly onto her pale cheeks.
" Yes, Draco, I am a failure, aren't I? I can't do anything, can I? I can't achieve anything, I can't do anything right. I couldn't get Harry Potter, I couldn't get noticed at school, I couldn't get a life. Heck, like you said, I can't even swim. Thank you so much for reminding me…" She couldn't talk anymore, her voice was trembling. He didn't know anything about her, how dare he? He was so heartless. An empty pit was inside him, instead of a heart. Ginny stared at him, shaking her head, so confused. She angrily stormed out of the gym, and into the rainy night.
How could he? Ginny couldn't believe what he had said. But most of all, she couldn't believe how much he had affected her with those simple words. If she had said that to him, he would've smirked and he would've shot back with a witty remark. The truth was, it was true.
All her life, she hadn't achieved a single thing in her life. It was a wonder she actually had friends here. She had no friends at Hogwarts. She remembered distantly, how she and Ron played with toys as little children, even up till Ron went up to school. She could remember them frolicking in the grass, laughing and playing in the sun. Then she went to school, and she lived through that horrible nightmare. She wasn't surprised that after that everyone kept their distance from her, most people didn't even dare say his name, so why would they come near a girl who was cursed by him? And Ron…even Ron grew distant, along with her whole family. Even Harry, her hero, her knight in shining armor didn't acknowledge her.
Always, shy, stumbling, awkward, she couldn't do anything in life. Where was her self-esteem? She had none. She hadn't thought about these issues in quite awhile…at camp all would be forgotten, for she had 3 friends. And to think she actually thought Draco Malfoy was nice.
'God, stop thinking about it! It's not like you care about what he thinks…' Of course her mind was right…right? She didn't really care about what he thought, right? Ah, life. So confusing it was.
Draco sat at his desk, his brows furrowed. What had happened? He had been teasing Gi-Weasley, thinking she wasn't so bad, when she had toppled over and had been falling. He had rushed down and had caught her in his arms, and he remembered himself looking at her, feeling her heartbeat against his, looking into those kind, innocent brown eyes. He had felt his heart thump unnaturally in his chest, and he felt warm. Warm and fuzzy, like a pair of bunny slippers. Bunny slippers? How could he have felt that way? Then, he remembered clenching his fist and pushing the girl away, pushing her away with his harsh words. He saw her eyes widen, and saw them fill with huge, sad tears. She saw her pretty face screw up in confusion, and he heard her shout at him.
"Yes, Draco, I am a failure, aren't I? I can't do anything, can I? I can't achieve anything, I can't do anything right. I couldn't get Harry Potter, I couldn't get noticed at school, I couldn't get a life. Heck, like you said, I can't even swim. Thank you so much for reminding me…" Then, she was gone. Draco had felt so cold, so empty. Draco winced at the thoughts. He winced as if watching a perfect fairy tale being disturbed by a fire-breathing dragon.
As he sat there, at his desk, he regretted everything he had done. He had hurt the poor girl. How could he have insulted her on such touchy subjects? How could he have crossed the line? He was Draco Malfoy, and yes, he did reek evil, but he was still a gentleman, and he had certain virtues and morals that he kept. One of them was to never harm a woman. Never. And he just had.
'Now, lad! Don't you be so hard on yourself, you didn't know that she was that sensitive!' a voice comforted him, but it didn't succeed. The only thing that would've comforted him would be knowing that Ginny wasn't crying in her cabin, all alone.
'I-I was just so…scared, because I felt warm and fuzzy! And Draco Malfoy doesn't feel that way, no matter what!'
' There, there, all understandable. She's a fair child, she'll come to her sense, and she'll forget it!' Draco was tempted to walk over to her cabin and apologize to her, but his pride and dignity wouldn't let him. After all, he was still selfish, and after all, he was still Draco Malfoy.
The door creaked open, revealing 3 shadows that crept up to Ginny's bed in the dark of the night.
" Ginny?" a voice whispered through the dark. Ginny turned away from them, not wanting to talk right now.
" Go 'way.", she mumbled, waving her hand. With a sigh, the light switched on, blinding Ginny.
" Ack!" she screeched, covering her eyes. One of them shook her and sat her up.
" I was sleeping!" Ginny protested. She could just see them rolling their eyes.
" No you weren't," said a very matter-of-fact voice. Marie.
" You know you can't lie to us." Ginny took her hand away from her eyes and rolled her eyes, nodding slightly.
" You have a built in lie detector." She growled, pulling the blankets toward her.
" Which is why you will tell us what's going on." Marie continued, arching an eyebrow. Ginny inwardly groaned. How had they known? She was certain Draco hadn't run up to them, bending down on one knee, ranting on about how dreadfully sorry he was. No, most likely, he was in his cabin, his mind totally off of her, not knowing any of the pain she had gone through. She tried her best to cover up her panic with a confused, innocent look.
" What ever do you mean?", she asked sweetly. Ginny winced at her own honey-sweet voice. She knew she hadn't fooled them.
'You never were much of an actress, dearie…' Ginny grumbled and pouted. Alison smirked and sat down on the soft bed, Marie and Lena following suit. Alison stared sternly at her, wagging a perfectly manicured finger at her.
" Now, don't you go trying to lie to us, because you've been acting strange, honey." Ginny chortled.
" Strange? I have not!" Lena frowned and nodded in agreement with Alison. Ginny crossed her arms, looking skeptical.
" Oh yeah? How so?", she challenged, feeling very grumpy. How dare her 'friends' charge up to her like this in the middle of the night and demand answers!
" Well, for one, you haven't been talking much, and honey, you talk a lot!" Lena stated. Ginny waved her comment away and frowned.
" Pfft. Oh, please! Maybe, I didn't feel like talking!" They couldn't know!
" Virginia! You don't ever not feel like talking! I know you!" Marie burst out, throwing her hands up in the air. Ginny avoided their eyes. It was so tempting…to share her little secrets…to get their advice. So, she avoided their eyes.
"Virginia, why won't you tell us?" Marie asked softly. Ginny shivered. It was her I'm-Hurt-Ginny voice. Hmph. Ginny turned to them and glared.
" Alright, say that I have a little 'secret' or something, what makes you think you deserve to know?" Ginny asked. Silence. Her three friends blinked their eyes rapidly, dumbfounded.
" We're…your best friends…your soul sistas…" Alison murmured slowly, her perfect face creasing in confusion and hurt. Ginny already felt bad for making them feel bad, but the other larger part of her felt so spiteful.
" Yea? Well lately, you haven't been acting like one. For heavens sake, you knew I was acting weird, and you guys didn't do anything about it! You were too caught up in something else, to see that I had a serious problem. That I was not ok! I was practically invisible! Is that what you call friendship?" Ginny asked, her voice softening a bit. More silence. They sat there, their mouths opening and shutting like fish begging for air. Then, Alison burst into tears.
" Oh, Ginny! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I was so ignorant and selfish!", she sobbed, clinging to Ginny like a toddler would to his/her mother. Ginny blinked, then patted Alison's hair awkwardly.
" Oh, Gin…We're sorry. It's just that we've been caught up in so many things, what with the dance and my new boyfriend-no, wait, there's no excuse for the way we've been ignoring you…" Marie sighed, looking deeply troubled.
" Oh…Forgive us, Gin.", Lena pleaded, using her puppy dog eyes. Ginny couldn't help but smile a bit, as her friends gathered round and they hugged.
" Oh, guys…Of course I forgive you! Friends forever?" Ginny asked, looking expectantly around the circle. They all nodded simultaneously, linking their pinkies together in a sworn promise. They sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the beauty of it, so happy and relieved that everything between them seemed normal again.
The sentimental moment gone, Alison huddled closer, her blue eyes sparkling, and she asked, " Now, tell us what's been bugging you!" Ginny sighed and started her story.
" Well, today, I was decorating the gym with Counselor Malfoy ( here a swoon was heard from Alison.), and we were getting along fine at first, but then we got in a huge row, and he insulted me in the most horrible way." Ginny breathed, seething at the memory. Of course she left out the part when he had saved her, and when she had gotten lost in his eyes.
" What did he say?"Lena asked, her eyes wide.
" Well, for one, he called me a curse, clumsy, a failure, he said I was ugly and awkward, and he called me a foolish girl and all these other horrid names, and you know how I feel about being called those things! He went berserk for absolutely no reason whatsoever!" Ginny cried indignantly. Her friends nodded in understanding, knowing all too well how those issues were sensitive to their redheaded friend. Ginny didn't dare tell them of how he had reminded her of her encounter with Voldemort, for they were muggles, and even if they weren't, she wouldn't be able to explain the hurt that she had felt.
" And well, it hurt even more because one minute, he was so nice and charming, and the next, he was cold and cruel…and I think it's true what he said…I can't do anything right…I can't get any boys, or anything, and I'm so awkward and unattractive." Alison's eyes nearly popped out at this.
" He called you ugly?! How dare he insult a girl's looks?" Alison was raging mad now, at the very boy she had had a crush on. While Alison was murmuring under her breath about boys, Marie had a look of deep sympathy in her eyes.
" Gin, you've got to have more self-confidence! Have self-confidence, and you won't be clumsy or odd! You'll shine, and your beauty will shine, emanating from your inner beauty." Ginny sighed and smiled. Marie understood her the most, knowing just how to comfort her.
" It's just that I feel so lowly around him, because he's so handsome, and perfect, and he never messes up in life." Ginny murmured. Marie shook her hand, taking Ginny's hand in hers.
" Ginny, he seems perfect because he believes in himself. No matter how much of a git he may be, he has a load of self-confidence, and if you believe, you can do anything." Marie then smiled lopsidedly at her.
" Maybe you can steal some self-confidence from him, and then you can show him how Virginia Weasley can really be!" Ginny smiled slightly, feeling so much better now that she had gotten her deepest worries and problems out.
" Gin, don't let the git affect you like this! It's just what he wants." Lena told her wisely. Ginny hung her head, knowing that she was right.
" I know, I know…but believe me, that's easier said that done."
Alison clucked her tongue at Ginny. "Boys can be so insensitive. I mean, first Kenny breaks up with Marie, and now, this!" Ginny whirled around to face Marie.
" He broke up with you?" Ginny asked, very taken back. Marie nodded slowly, looking morose.
" It doesn't matter though, he was a jerk…" Ginny merely nodded, knowing what she meant.
" God, boys! Can't live with them, can't live without them!", Lena chirped, leaning against the walls. All three girls nodded in agreement. They sat in silence for a bit, just taking a moment to collect their thoughts. Ginny glared at her bed sheet.
" God, I hate him!" Marie, Alison, and Lena exchanged knowing looks.
" Of course you do, honey." Alison comforted, patting her on the back. Ginny nodded fiercely.
" I've decided that I'm going to the dance." Ginny continued. Alison looked a bit surprised, but nodded her head vigorously.
" Yes, of course you will!"
" And I'll make him sorry. He'll see he was wrong. He'll see that I'm not a failure, and that I'm not clumsy. He'll see that I could be pretty, and that I can be desireable…" Alison started to smile. So did Marie. Lena grinned.
" And tomorrow, we'll put together our outfits, and we'll get you to look awesome Gin!" Alison shivered with excitement, her cheeks rosy with excitement. Ginny looked up at her friends and smiled.
" Why don't we spend the whole night up tonight, just doing girl talk, and talking about insensitive boys, and just opening up a bit, eh?" Marie suggested, smiling mischievously. Alison and Ginny agreed immediately, but Lena pursed her lip.
" I dunno guys…We'll be awful tired tomorrow." Marie scowled at her.
" Aw, c'mon Leans! How many more of these all-nighters do you think we'll have? Hmm? After this summer, we'll go off to college, and then who knows when we'll see each other?" At this thought, Lena gave in with a sigh.
" Alright, alright." So, for the whole night, they talked, gossiped, giggled about all the things possible, munching on snacks, doing each other's hair; just living it up.
Draco tossed and turned in his not so comfy bed. Damn those loud girls! Why did they have to giggle and laugh so much?
'Patience, patience my friend.' , he reminded himself, trying to calm himself down. 5 more minutes passed and he could not go to sleep. Grumbling and cursing under his breath, he angrily climbed off of the edge and stormed out the door, the cool wind brushing against his bare skin. He stalked over to the Giggling Cabin and knocked loudly on the door. For a moment, the noise ceased. Then, a moment later, a small redhead came to the door. Ginny.
" Would you please be quiet in there? As a camp counselor, I must tell you to turn in!" Draco whispered, his eyes narrowed. Surprisingly, Ginny looked very calm. He had expected her eyes to be red and puffy from crying, but she looked perfectly fine. Cocking her head to the side, she smirked.
" Good night, Mr. Malfoy.", she spat spitefully, so much fire and anger in those 4 words that she uttered. Then, she slammed the door in his face, the loud clamor resonating into the night air.
A/N: Ooh….Ginny is mad. Whew. A million hugs and kisses to ALL my reviewers, I LOVE you ALL so much!~