A/N: Okay, I'm finally writing again. Sorry it took so long. See the thing is, that I write it down on paper first, and then I type it so...yeah, I don't think that really explains anything. Anycrap, the song in the last chapter was The Way You Look Tonight, performed by Tony Bennett. It's also performed by Frank Sinatra, and Fred Astaire. If you even know who those people are. The song that I used in this chapter is Helplessly, Hopelessly, performed by Jessica Andrews. She's a country singer. Alright, so here's the next chapter! Enjoy!



Chapter 5

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Cause when your holden me like this,

I'm carelessly lost in your touch.

I'm completely defenseless,

Baby it's almost too much

I'm helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly falling in love.





When they finally decided to leave, the stars were already twinkling in the sky above. They walked up to the front doors in silence, each one not really knowing what to say. Draco opened the door and motioned for Ginny to go in first.

"Are you sure you don't want your sweater back? It looked expensive." Ginny blurted out.

"I'm fine. I have plenty more like it." he said.

"Are you sure? I just don't feel right about keeping it." she said.

"Really, it's fine. Your not used to people giving you things are you." he said.

"Well, no. I'm usually the one who gives stuff. And your the first person who has given me an expensive black sweater." she said smiling.

"I guess there's a first time for everything." he said, a weak smile hanging on his mouth.

"I guess."

"..."

"..."

"Goodnight then." Ginny said. She felt unbelievably awkward.

"Yeah. Goodnight." Malfoy repeated, as he started walking to his dorm.

Right when the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open, Ron came running up to Ginny, looking at her like a cow looks at an oncoming train.

"Where were you?!" he demanded.

"I was a my special place." she shot at him.

"Your special place?! Did you hear that guys, Ginny was at her special place." he said looking from Harry, to Hermione, then back to Ginny.

He started to lecture her, but before he got very far, Ginny stopped him.

"Ron! Please stop it okay?! I'm not 11 anymore! I can go out on my own without dying. It's sweet that you care and all, but you don't need to know what I do or where I go all of the time. Now, I'm going to bed. I will see you tomorrow." she said, and then started climbing the stairs.

She got into her room and immediately went to her trunk. She opened it, dug to the bottom, and pulled out the sweater Malfoy had given her. She slipped it over her head, once again breathing in his scent. With Malfoy being so tall, and Ginny so short, the sweater hung down past her knees. She jumped on her four poster, and drew the covers up around her. She was making herself more comfortable when there came a light tap on her door.

"Ron, I swear. If that's you..." she started.

"Actually, its Hermione. Can I come it?" she asked through the door.

"Oh. Sorry. Sure." Ginny replied.

Hermione opened the door and walked over to Ginny's bed.

"Can I sit down?" she asked.

"Go for it." Ginny said.

"Thanks" Hermione muttered. "Where did you get the sweater? It looks expensive."

"Malfoy gave it to me." Ginny said, not meeting Hermione's wide stare.

"Malfoy?! As in Draco Malfoy?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah. We have to share that tree that I told you about. He was teaching me how to knife throw and made me take off my robe. I was cold so he gave me his sweater." Ginny explained, still not making eye contact.

"Well that was decent of him. Was he there today?" Hermione asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yes."

"What happened?"

Ginny told her all about Malfoy singing to her, and how he played with her hair, and how he held her, and the things that he said to her. Hermione could only sit there, letting the information she had just received about nice Malfoy soak into her humongous brain. She was pulled from her thoughts suddenly when Ginny burst into tears.

"Oh my. Ginny what's wrong? You have to tell someone. You haven't been yourself lately."

"I do-do-don't know!" she wailed. "I'm so confused!"

"What are you confused about?" Hermione asked.

"Everything? What made the dragons trample Charlie, what I did wrong in potions that made mine so runny, why Ron is so protective, why I can't find my lipgloss...everything! I feel so small. Like I just want to curl up in my bed and never leave." she sobbed.

Curl up is just what she did. Ginny's head disappeared underneath her blankets.

"Are you confused about your feelings for Malfoy?" Hermione asked. No answer. "Ginny." Still no answer. "Virginia, you'd better tell me."

"Tell you what?" Ginny asked, her voice muffled.

"I asked if you were confused about your feelings for Malfoy." she asked again.

"Feeling?! What feelings?" Ginny said.

"Ginny." Hermione warned.

"Alright, alright. Fine. Yes. I am a little confused about that too." Ginny said as she poked her head out of the covers.

"Don't fall for him Ginny. He'll only break your heart." Hermione told her.

"I already have." Ginny said, starting to cry again before her head went back under her blankets.





A/N: Yep. So that was it. It was short. I know. So don't be mad. I have no idea where this story is going, and I don't know when I'll be updating next. Sorry for the inconvenience. I love your reviews by the way! They are so fun! Hooray for reviewers! Woooo!