OK, here is another chapter! And as some of you have noticed, I did take my Author's Note part down because I thought it was just taking up space. So, here's the 6th chapter! Enjoy!
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Maybe she was extra tired or maybe she wanted to escape from her thoughts about Draco, but Ginny fell asleep as soon as her head had touched the pillow that night. Her dreams was invaded with thoughts and dreams about Draco.
In one of her dreams or nightmare, Draco had turned into a Death Eater and had done the Avadra Kedabra curse (AN: that's what it's called right?) on Harry. Before the curse had hit him, Harry had turned to Ginny, his eyes full of anger and accusations and hurt.
"You did this to me Ginny!" he had cried before there was a flash of green light. Ginny woke up suddenly and sat straight up in bed, her fore head was covered in cold sweat. Her hands shook as she brought her covers up closer to her shivering body.
She stared out her window at the dark sky, covered in stars that twinkled down at her, as if mocking her. Her nightmare had scared her out of her wits and she got up, unsure if she could stand or not. She made her way out of the girls' dormitory, down to the common room, up to the boys' dorm and opened the 6th year's door. It was dark inside, but there was enough light for her to find Harry's bed.
She opened his canopy and looked down at his peaceful figure. She slipped in next to him, careful not to wake him up. She wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled herself closer to him, resting her head on his arm. He unconsciously rested his chin on her head.
Damn you Draco, she thought angrily. Why did you have to start coming into my life and ruin it? This is the way it should be, with just me and Harry, not you! And all these damn feelings you're making me feel! Only Harry has a right to make me feel that way, because I love him, not you! Then why do you keep awaking these feelings inside of me? Some that I've never even felt before? Even with Harry?
Ginny gulped at the last two questions. She didn't know she was crying until Harry's voice awakened her from her thoughts.
"Ginny?" his voice was sleepy. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said. She felt her cheeks and found them wet with tears.
He sat up in bed, lit his candle and looked at her. He opened his arms and Ginny got up and flung herself into his arms. She held on to him as if he were her life saver. At that moment, Ginny felt that Harry WAS her life saver.
Harry cradled Ginny's face in his hands and brushed away the tears with his thumb. "I don't believe you. I've known you long enough to know that you don't just cry for no reason."
"Oh, Harry," she sobbed. "Everything's going so wrong."
"What is going so wrong?" Harry asked, but he couldn't get Ginny to say what was wrong.
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Ginny was dreading detention. She was a wreck already. A couple people, not including Ron and Hermione, had asked her what was wrong. She refused to tell them, keeping it all bottled up inside of her. She thought she was going to die of depression, if not that, dread. She was determined not to talk to Draco that night at detention. She would just ignore him and pretend that he wasn't there.
So that night, she headed towards the library, her mind made up and ready to fight Draco if necessary. She entered the library at 6:55 to find Madame Pince at her desk, cleaning up. She looked up as Ginny entered.
"I put more cleaning solution on the table for you and Mr. Malfoy," she said, not looking up. Ginny decided to start cleaning the books to get a head start. Draco arrived a minute later. He moved to some other part of the library. Ginny refused to look at him or to think about him as she continued cleaning the books. She heard Madame Pince leave a few moments later, shutting the library door behind her.
Ginny didn't know where Draco was, but she guessed that he probably was in the upper parts of the library as she couldn't hear any movement on the first floor. I wonder why he's up there? she thought. OK Ginny, you promised yourself that you weren't going to think about him and that you were going to ignore him, so STOP thinking about him!
But after about half an hour when she still didn't hear or see Draco anywhere, she couldn't help but get curious and maybe a little itsy bitsy worried. She put down what she was cleaning and made her way towards the stairs that lead up to the upper floor of the library. She climbed up it, calling Draco all the while.
"Come on," she said as she reached the landing. "Where are you? I'm not playing. You better be cleaning the books or I'm going to go and tell Professor McGonagall that you're not serving your detention!" she said in an attempt to make him answer her. But there was only silence. She crept through the rows and rows of bookshelves, looking for him. But she couldn't find him. She started to get panicky as she looked in the last row of books and didn't find him.
"Come on Draco," she said, her voice shook. She realized that that was the first time she had called him by his first name out loud. "Don't play with me." She stood there as she strained her ears to pick up any sounds. She thought that maybe he had to go to the bathroom or something, but once she thought about it again, she thought that was highly doubtful. If he had had to go, he probably would've told her.
Ginny turned around and started back downstairs, checking between the bookshelves again. "Stop this Draco. You're scaring me," her voiec sounded so loud in the silent library and the dim cast of light from the candles wasn't helping the situation. She went back downstairs, angry at him for playing this stupid game. She picked up her rag and started cleaing the books again.
About 10 minutes later, she stopped cleaning the books and stood silently, thinking that she heard a noise. She took out her want immediately and pointed it out in front of her. She crept towards the sound, ready to say the first curse that came into her mind. She was lead over to a dark corner of the second floor where shelves of books hid the corner from view.
"Lumos," she muttered as she pointed her wand towards the corner. She nearly died of shock at what she saw. There laying in the corner was Draco, some parts of his robes torn and blood streaming from his head. "My God," she said as she knelt down next to him. She brushed the strands of blond hair away from the blood. "Draco, are you all right?" He moaned, his eyes closed. "Please Draco," she forgot that she was suppose to hate him, that he was her enemy, and that she was mad at him. "Please, open your eyes." She wanted him to open his eyes, to make sure that he was OK, but his eyes remained closed. "I'll go get help," she said as she stood up. But a hand stopped her. She looked down at Draco and saw his hand holding onto her wrist. His eyes were open, its gray depths turning black from his obvious pain.
"Don't leave me," he whispered. He pulled her back down.
"But I need to go get help. You need help Draco. You're bleeding."
He turned his head slightly so that he could look at her better. "Are you sure YOU don't need help? Because that's the first time you called me by my first name."
"Don't make me slap you, God knows you're already hurt enough."
"I'll be fine," he muttered. He tried to get up.
"Don't try to sit up, you'll only hurt yourself more," Ginny said as she tried to push him back down.
"Hey, if I want to sit up, I'll sit up," he growled. Ginny helped him sit up and lean him up against the wall. Just that simple procedure had left him gasping in pain and for breath.
"What happened?" Ginny asked as she sat in front of him.
"I don't know. I thought I heard a noise up here so I went up to see. I was by this corner when something hit me in the head. Whoever it was has a good aim or has good curses," he said, touching his head gingerly. He pulled his hand away and looked at the red blood on his hand.
"How come I didn't hear it?"
He looked up at her and his familiar sneer crossed his face. "Have you ever heard of silencing charms, Weasley?"
"Oh," Ginny cast her eyes down so she wouldn't see his sensuous sneering mouth.
"What made you come and look for me?" he said, looking at her hands which were folding in her lap.
"Because I wasn't going to clean the whole library by myself."
He laughed. "I should've guessed," his hand came and tilted her chin up so she could look into his eyes. "Do you care for me?"
She turned her head away. "No, I don't."
"I don't believe you," his voice was calm. "I know you do. I don't believe that lie you told me about how you just came looking for me because you didn't want to clean the library by yourself." He pulled her face closer to his until their faces were less than an inch apart. "Tell me you don't care for me."
His breath caressed her lips and made all the blood rush to her head. "No," she said, not able to know exactly what she was saying. His eyes were like pools for her and she felt like she was drowning in them. She was struggling to swim to the top, but the only one who could save her was Draco, and it seemed like he was unwilling to do so.
"Ah," he whispered. "So you do care for me."
They stared into each other's eyes, until Ginny looked away and got up. "I'm going to go and look for Professor McGonagall."
Draco pulled her back down again. "Don't bother. I'll be fine. I'm not a wimp, you know."
"I never said you were," Ginny said, sitting down again. "We can't sit here all night. Plus, we have to get back to cleaning the books."
"Oh yes, the cleaning. Who could forget? Who would know that we weren't cleaning? McGonagall's not in here to watch us, so we can do anything we want," he looked at her, his gaze full of meaning.
Ginny blushed furiously. "You can do whatever you want. I'm cleaning," she picked up her wand and got up and looked down at him. "Don't pull me down." She turned to go but paused in mid step when she saw Draco trying to get up. "Hey, don't try to get up. You might hur-"
He stood up on his two legs, a bit shakily. "I might get hurt? And you say you don't care about me?" He moved towards her. "Say you want me to kiss you."
"No, because I don't want you to," she nervously took a step back as Draco continued to move towards her.
"Yes you do," he said.
"No I don-" her sentence was cut short when Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
"Say you do," he said as he brushed his lips lightly across hers.
Her knees buckled and she held on tight to his shoulders to keep from falling. Her stomach felt like it was in a grinder and she felt like she was floating on thin air.
"Stop," she whispered, clutching onto the front of his robes. He brushed his lips across her jaw line, making the skin there burn. "Draco, please stop this," she sucked in her breath as he kissed the corners of her mouth.
"Tell me you want me to kiss you," his whispered in her ear.
By now, Ginny was dizzy and everything was spinning by so fast. The only thing that seemed stable was Draco. He brushed his thumb aross her lower lip, making her stomach flop. For some crazy and unexplainable reason, she wanted his lips on hers.
"I want you to kiss me," she said, dazed.
She caught a sight of his triumphant grin before his mouth disappeared and she felt it descend upon hers. His tongue and lips teased hers until she thought she was going to die of torment. His hand swept up her back and rested on the back of her neck.
"Do you know what you do to me, Ginny Weasley?" he asked against her lips. All he received in answer was a mumbled "Mmm." "No, I didn't think you would." He pulled away and brushed back a strand of her red hair away from her face. "Do you care for me?"
Ginny's eyes were slightly glazed as she looked into his eyes. The question caught her and brought her back to reality. "What am I doing?" she asked aloud, more to herself than to him.
"Kissing me," Draco said.
She pulled out of his grasp and looked at him, shocked. "I got to go," she said and rushed downstairs and out the door, running towards the Gryffindor tower.
She knew in her heart what her mind refused to acknowledge. All these feelings that Draco awakened inside of her, she knew some of these feelings, but the majority of these feelings were foreign to her. Even Harry couldn't awaken the feelings inside of her that Draco did. Especially when Draco kissed her, or if she even looked at him or thought about him. She knew what she felt and she dreaded it. She had promised herself that she would hate Draco forever. That night she had even promised herself htat she would even exchange a nice word with him.
But it was too late to keep all those promises. Too late did she realize that she had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy.
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Maybe she was extra tired or maybe she wanted to escape from her thoughts about Draco, but Ginny fell asleep as soon as her head had touched the pillow that night. Her dreams was invaded with thoughts and dreams about Draco.
In one of her dreams or nightmare, Draco had turned into a Death Eater and had done the Avadra Kedabra curse (AN: that's what it's called right?) on Harry. Before the curse had hit him, Harry had turned to Ginny, his eyes full of anger and accusations and hurt.
"You did this to me Ginny!" he had cried before there was a flash of green light. Ginny woke up suddenly and sat straight up in bed, her fore head was covered in cold sweat. Her hands shook as she brought her covers up closer to her shivering body.
She stared out her window at the dark sky, covered in stars that twinkled down at her, as if mocking her. Her nightmare had scared her out of her wits and she got up, unsure if she could stand or not. She made her way out of the girls' dormitory, down to the common room, up to the boys' dorm and opened the 6th year's door. It was dark inside, but there was enough light for her to find Harry's bed.
She opened his canopy and looked down at his peaceful figure. She slipped in next to him, careful not to wake him up. She wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled herself closer to him, resting her head on his arm. He unconsciously rested his chin on her head.
Damn you Draco, she thought angrily. Why did you have to start coming into my life and ruin it? This is the way it should be, with just me and Harry, not you! And all these damn feelings you're making me feel! Only Harry has a right to make me feel that way, because I love him, not you! Then why do you keep awaking these feelings inside of me? Some that I've never even felt before? Even with Harry?
Ginny gulped at the last two questions. She didn't know she was crying until Harry's voice awakened her from her thoughts.
"Ginny?" his voice was sleepy. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said. She felt her cheeks and found them wet with tears.
He sat up in bed, lit his candle and looked at her. He opened his arms and Ginny got up and flung herself into his arms. She held on to him as if he were her life saver. At that moment, Ginny felt that Harry WAS her life saver.
Harry cradled Ginny's face in his hands and brushed away the tears with his thumb. "I don't believe you. I've known you long enough to know that you don't just cry for no reason."
"Oh, Harry," she sobbed. "Everything's going so wrong."
"What is going so wrong?" Harry asked, but he couldn't get Ginny to say what was wrong.
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Ginny was dreading detention. She was a wreck already. A couple people, not including Ron and Hermione, had asked her what was wrong. She refused to tell them, keeping it all bottled up inside of her. She thought she was going to die of depression, if not that, dread. She was determined not to talk to Draco that night at detention. She would just ignore him and pretend that he wasn't there.
So that night, she headed towards the library, her mind made up and ready to fight Draco if necessary. She entered the library at 6:55 to find Madame Pince at her desk, cleaning up. She looked up as Ginny entered.
"I put more cleaning solution on the table for you and Mr. Malfoy," she said, not looking up. Ginny decided to start cleaning the books to get a head start. Draco arrived a minute later. He moved to some other part of the library. Ginny refused to look at him or to think about him as she continued cleaning the books. She heard Madame Pince leave a few moments later, shutting the library door behind her.
Ginny didn't know where Draco was, but she guessed that he probably was in the upper parts of the library as she couldn't hear any movement on the first floor. I wonder why he's up there? she thought. OK Ginny, you promised yourself that you weren't going to think about him and that you were going to ignore him, so STOP thinking about him!
But after about half an hour when she still didn't hear or see Draco anywhere, she couldn't help but get curious and maybe a little itsy bitsy worried. She put down what she was cleaning and made her way towards the stairs that lead up to the upper floor of the library. She climbed up it, calling Draco all the while.
"Come on," she said as she reached the landing. "Where are you? I'm not playing. You better be cleaning the books or I'm going to go and tell Professor McGonagall that you're not serving your detention!" she said in an attempt to make him answer her. But there was only silence. She crept through the rows and rows of bookshelves, looking for him. But she couldn't find him. She started to get panicky as she looked in the last row of books and didn't find him.
"Come on Draco," she said, her voice shook. She realized that that was the first time she had called him by his first name out loud. "Don't play with me." She stood there as she strained her ears to pick up any sounds. She thought that maybe he had to go to the bathroom or something, but once she thought about it again, she thought that was highly doubtful. If he had had to go, he probably would've told her.
Ginny turned around and started back downstairs, checking between the bookshelves again. "Stop this Draco. You're scaring me," her voiec sounded so loud in the silent library and the dim cast of light from the candles wasn't helping the situation. She went back downstairs, angry at him for playing this stupid game. She picked up her rag and started cleaing the books again.
About 10 minutes later, she stopped cleaning the books and stood silently, thinking that she heard a noise. She took out her want immediately and pointed it out in front of her. She crept towards the sound, ready to say the first curse that came into her mind. She was lead over to a dark corner of the second floor where shelves of books hid the corner from view.
"Lumos," she muttered as she pointed her wand towards the corner. She nearly died of shock at what she saw. There laying in the corner was Draco, some parts of his robes torn and blood streaming from his head. "My God," she said as she knelt down next to him. She brushed the strands of blond hair away from the blood. "Draco, are you all right?" He moaned, his eyes closed. "Please Draco," she forgot that she was suppose to hate him, that he was her enemy, and that she was mad at him. "Please, open your eyes." She wanted him to open his eyes, to make sure that he was OK, but his eyes remained closed. "I'll go get help," she said as she stood up. But a hand stopped her. She looked down at Draco and saw his hand holding onto her wrist. His eyes were open, its gray depths turning black from his obvious pain.
"Don't leave me," he whispered. He pulled her back down.
"But I need to go get help. You need help Draco. You're bleeding."
He turned his head slightly so that he could look at her better. "Are you sure YOU don't need help? Because that's the first time you called me by my first name."
"Don't make me slap you, God knows you're already hurt enough."
"I'll be fine," he muttered. He tried to get up.
"Don't try to sit up, you'll only hurt yourself more," Ginny said as she tried to push him back down.
"Hey, if I want to sit up, I'll sit up," he growled. Ginny helped him sit up and lean him up against the wall. Just that simple procedure had left him gasping in pain and for breath.
"What happened?" Ginny asked as she sat in front of him.
"I don't know. I thought I heard a noise up here so I went up to see. I was by this corner when something hit me in the head. Whoever it was has a good aim or has good curses," he said, touching his head gingerly. He pulled his hand away and looked at the red blood on his hand.
"How come I didn't hear it?"
He looked up at her and his familiar sneer crossed his face. "Have you ever heard of silencing charms, Weasley?"
"Oh," Ginny cast her eyes down so she wouldn't see his sensuous sneering mouth.
"What made you come and look for me?" he said, looking at her hands which were folding in her lap.
"Because I wasn't going to clean the whole library by myself."
He laughed. "I should've guessed," his hand came and tilted her chin up so she could look into his eyes. "Do you care for me?"
She turned her head away. "No, I don't."
"I don't believe you," his voice was calm. "I know you do. I don't believe that lie you told me about how you just came looking for me because you didn't want to clean the library by yourself." He pulled her face closer to his until their faces were less than an inch apart. "Tell me you don't care for me."
His breath caressed her lips and made all the blood rush to her head. "No," she said, not able to know exactly what she was saying. His eyes were like pools for her and she felt like she was drowning in them. She was struggling to swim to the top, but the only one who could save her was Draco, and it seemed like he was unwilling to do so.
"Ah," he whispered. "So you do care for me."
They stared into each other's eyes, until Ginny looked away and got up. "I'm going to go and look for Professor McGonagall."
Draco pulled her back down again. "Don't bother. I'll be fine. I'm not a wimp, you know."
"I never said you were," Ginny said, sitting down again. "We can't sit here all night. Plus, we have to get back to cleaning the books."
"Oh yes, the cleaning. Who could forget? Who would know that we weren't cleaning? McGonagall's not in here to watch us, so we can do anything we want," he looked at her, his gaze full of meaning.
Ginny blushed furiously. "You can do whatever you want. I'm cleaning," she picked up her wand and got up and looked down at him. "Don't pull me down." She turned to go but paused in mid step when she saw Draco trying to get up. "Hey, don't try to get up. You might hur-"
He stood up on his two legs, a bit shakily. "I might get hurt? And you say you don't care about me?" He moved towards her. "Say you want me to kiss you."
"No, because I don't want you to," she nervously took a step back as Draco continued to move towards her.
"Yes you do," he said.
"No I don-" her sentence was cut short when Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
"Say you do," he said as he brushed his lips lightly across hers.
Her knees buckled and she held on tight to his shoulders to keep from falling. Her stomach felt like it was in a grinder and she felt like she was floating on thin air.
"Stop," she whispered, clutching onto the front of his robes. He brushed his lips across her jaw line, making the skin there burn. "Draco, please stop this," she sucked in her breath as he kissed the corners of her mouth.
"Tell me you want me to kiss you," his whispered in her ear.
By now, Ginny was dizzy and everything was spinning by so fast. The only thing that seemed stable was Draco. He brushed his thumb aross her lower lip, making her stomach flop. For some crazy and unexplainable reason, she wanted his lips on hers.
"I want you to kiss me," she said, dazed.
She caught a sight of his triumphant grin before his mouth disappeared and she felt it descend upon hers. His tongue and lips teased hers until she thought she was going to die of torment. His hand swept up her back and rested on the back of her neck.
"Do you know what you do to me, Ginny Weasley?" he asked against her lips. All he received in answer was a mumbled "Mmm." "No, I didn't think you would." He pulled away and brushed back a strand of her red hair away from her face. "Do you care for me?"
Ginny's eyes were slightly glazed as she looked into his eyes. The question caught her and brought her back to reality. "What am I doing?" she asked aloud, more to herself than to him.
"Kissing me," Draco said.
She pulled out of his grasp and looked at him, shocked. "I got to go," she said and rushed downstairs and out the door, running towards the Gryffindor tower.
She knew in her heart what her mind refused to acknowledge. All these feelings that Draco awakened inside of her, she knew some of these feelings, but the majority of these feelings were foreign to her. Even Harry couldn't awaken the feelings inside of her that Draco did. Especially when Draco kissed her, or if she even looked at him or thought about him. She knew what she felt and she dreaded it. She had promised herself that she would hate Draco forever. That night she had even promised herself htat she would even exchange a nice word with him.
But it was too late to keep all those promises. Too late did she realize that she had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy.
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OK! There's the chapter! Please REVIEW! Thank you! super sailor saturn39