~*~Green and Gold~*~
By Kellyanne
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good…oh, I mean…I own nothing *sheepish grin*
Chapter 5
As she sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, her face finally fell. Her cheeks ached from frowning and her eyes burned with tears.
Why had he been so cold? Just yesterday he had comforted her, kissing her forehead and making her feel safe, warm. Last night he listened to her mindless ramblings, taking her hand in his.
And then this morning…just moments ago, he had acted like she was scum. He had treated her like he treated Ron…and it hurt. God, it hurt.
Glancing up from her bacon and toast, she saw Hermione, Ron and Harry walk in. They all wore smiles that rivaled the brightness of the sunlight coming in through the windows.
She dropped her eyes back to her breakfast as the Dream Team took their seats around her.
"Morning, Gin," Harry said. She looked up and saw him smile.
"Morning," She muttered in response, returning her attention to her plate. The food looked disgusting and she pushed it away.
"Gin, why weren't you in bed last night?" Hermione asked. Hermione's question almost made her choke.
"I…was in the library," She said, her voice high and squeaky.
"No, we were in the library and we didn't see you," Ron said. Dammit, his ears were getting red. He was angry.
"The library is…really big. You probably just missed me."
"Ginny…"
"What Ron?" She said angrily. A couple of Hufflepuffs turned to look at her, their faces full of curiosity.
"Did you meet Malfoy?"
The words hung in the air, settling into Ginny's head like water freezing in the winter.
Her brother's words had hurt her. Not because he had accused her of seeing Draco, but because he had mentioned Draco.
She stood up and ran as quickly as she could out of the Great Hall. She heard footsteps behind her and assumed it was Harry or Ron.
"Get the hell away from me, you bloody git!" She screamed without turning around.
"Hello to you too, Weasley."
He had been watching her from his table when she stood up and ran out of the Great Hall. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
Curious, he followed her.
For a moment-for one long, painfully agonizing moment- he considered stopping her and doing something, anything, to make her fall for him. He wanted her so badly…her scent, her hair…everything about her was so perfect to him.
But then he was snapped back to reality when she screamed, "Get the hell away from me, you bloody git!" down the hallway.
"Hello to you too, Weasley," He replied coolly, knowing the thoughts he had recently had were stupid, illogical…too good to be real.
She spun around at the sound of his voice, her brown eyes meeting his with a glare of fire and ice.
"Malfoy," She hissed. He smirked and took a step closer. In return, she took a step back.
"Well, aren't we a little ray of sunshine this morning?" He said bitterly when Ginny's face grew more full of hatred. God, he wished he could make her smile, even if it was only for a minute.
"Go to hell."
He looked around, "I thought I was there," He said sarcastically.
Her lips didn't even attempt to curl up into a smile. Granted, the humor was dry, but…
Oh dammit…why was he even trying??
"Get a life Malfoy," She said through clenched teeth before storming down the hall.
Her hatred only made him want her more. But not as a one-night-stand…he wanted her for always.
Maybe even forever.
A/N- This chapter was dedicated to Crystal, my asylum buddy. Thanks for the very…interesting emails J