VI. The Letter
(The following day, December the 18th, inside one of the Slytherin boy's dormitory...)
"Dear Ginny ...no, it's too casual." Thought a platinum-blond haired boy. "Hey Ginny," ...Great! What's next? I love you, Ginny. Yes! That's a good one. C'mon, get a grip, Draco!' sarcastically commented by the boy to himself as he tried to stop himself from snapping another fine feather quill into two.
For the past three days, Draco Malfoy has been devising a way in order to write an appropriate letter for a certain red-haired girl. Right now, he was in his dormitory writing, as he walked back and forth in front of the fireplace. With him were his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, who at the moment were making themselves comfortable as they sat on a couch located just in front of the fire.
"Okay, how about this? To Ginny..." Draco said as he looked at his to cronies, seemingly waiting for some sort of answer from the two. Suddenly, his patience snapped. He then stopped from walking, and as an alternative, shifted into facing his two cronies. He then infuriately asked, "Well, what do you think, you nut-heads?!"
But before the two were able to give their replies, Pansy entered the scene. She then greeted, "Hey! What's u..." However, Draco cut her sentence.
"Bloody hell, woman! What do you want now?!" *snap* "Oh great! That's the 15th time today!" remarked Draco; obviously oblivious of the stares everyone was now giving him and his now-broken quill.
Realizing all the stares everyone was giving him (well actually, it's his quill), "What?!" Draco asked the three. Suddenly, he then remembered who disrupted his 'conference' with his two companions. Remembering this, he immediately turned his attention towards Pansy and said, "Pansy! What the bloody hell is your problem?"
With that, Pansy was insulted. She then began to counter, "I only wanted to know if everything is 'fine' here." "Well, everything is 'fine' here, thank you." Draco retorted back.
By just hearing Draco's remark, Pansy was more madden and thought of fighting back. She carefully considered every word that she was about to say. But by the time she tried to speak, she found herself unable to utter a single word. She then looked up and saw Draco holding his wand in his right hand and a piece of those magical parchments Pansy saw yesterday in his left. Suddenly, everything fitted perfectly: Draco used a silencing charm on her.
"Damn you, Draco!" Pansy tried cursing, but obviously failed. She then thought of a way to get Draco's attention and decided to throw a pillow at him. "What the... Pansy!" Draco complained. But all Pansy did was give Draco a pleased smile, and left.
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(Hours later...)
"Finally." Draco said, partially satisfied with his work as he skimmed through it over and over again on his desk. He then looked around and saw his two cronies sleeping on his couch. He then stood up and approached the two. "Crabbe, Goyle, wake up." Immediately, the two got up and were ready to take orders from their boss. As a reply, Draco then gave them an order. "Get Onyx." "Yes, boss." Were the two's reply.
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(that evening...)
In one of Hogwart's tallest towers, a young woman entered her dormitory and started towards her trunk. She dug among the pile of her belongings, and then came across a velveteen book. In the cover page, there was a small inscription written in slanting calligraphy saying, "Diary".
She opened the book and slowly turned the pages. After a while, she found a blank page beside the one written on November the 16th. She read her last entry, and finally decided to write a new one.
She first wrote the date on the upper right hand corner. It was the 18th of December, exactly seven days before Christmas. It was sad, she remembered. 'Why does this have to happen a few days before Christmas?' she thought.
After a while, she finally tried to shake the thought away, and instead started looking around for a quill. She found one resting on top of her bedside table. She took the quill and dipped it into a bottle of black ink, and then started jotting down the events that happened three days ago.
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'It was a sunny afternoon, I remember. The surroundings were quiet. All I can hear were the chirping of the birds, as we sat by the lake under the shade of one of Hogwart's largest trees.
I leaned my head back on his chest. He was so warm. I felt as if every bit of problem in me began to ebb. I stared at the lake and told him, "Harry, I love you."
I was expecting him to tell me the same thing, given that it has almost been a year since we've started dating, but instead, he looked down at me and said, "Huh? Oh yeah! Sure.same here." Looking away after telling me this.
I was greatly disappointed by what he said. It greatly disturbed me that all I can do at the moment was stare intensely at him. Afterwards, I looked away and then asked him, "Why haven't you said it yet?"
"Said what?" he said. "That you love me."
With that, he suddenly became quiet. I was frightened at the moment, but at last, he replied (rather slowly).
"Oh, that?"
Oh how much did I wanted to tell him, 'Yes that, you insufferable git.' But rather kept it to myself. And after a while of getting lost into my own thoughts, I somehow heard him mutter something like, "I guess I'm not yet ready."
With that, I just snapped. I stood up and looked down at him and began to go hysterical, "Not yet ready?! We've been together for almost a year, and all you can say is 'I'm not ready'! Tell me then, Harry. When? When will you be able to look straight back at me, and tell me that you love me?"
I gazed deeply into his eyes, and then realized.
"You don't love me."
It wasn't a question. It was more like a statement.
I then took a step backwards, and was about to leave, when he got hold of my right arm, and made me face back at him. He then tried explaining.
"Ginny, I..." "You what?!" Tears now coursing down my cheeks. "That all this time we were just joking around, playing pretends? That we've been living in a lie?. And you!" I then accused. " You made me believe that you love me, and that you care for me! I believed in you. You made me think that 'The Famous Harry Potter' loves me. And I hate myself. I hate myself for falling for such idiocy."
With that, I shoved his hands and ran away.
Dear diary, I lost him. He's now gone forever. ...Do you think it was best that I've broke up with him? Am I such a fool to say all those cruel words to him? ...It's sad when you think about it. I guess I'll be alone this Christmas...
-Ginny'
*Tear drops, smudging some of the words* "Why do I always have to make things difficult?...I guess...I guess that I still love you, Harry. And it hurts, thinking that you just fooled me all these time." Said the girl.
Suddenly, she heard tapping coming from her window. Immediately, she stood up and slowly walked towards it. To her surprise, she saw a purely black eagle-owl standing outside. The creature stood in magnificence, with its beautiful raven-colored feather, its strong and sharp claws, and its stunning blue eyes.
After staring at the owl for some time, Ginny saw the bird raise its right leg. Then, she finally realized that there was a letter tied into it. Seeing this, she unlocked the window, and let the owl enter her room.
Immediately, the owl reacted and flew towards Ginny's bed, where her diary was left open on the last entry. Obviously, Ginny followed her instinct, and walked towards the creature. She sat next to it, and slowly untied the letter from its leg. As soon as Ginny was able to undo the tie, the owl instantly flew away.
Once alone, Ginny began to wonder from whom did the letter come from. So, she unfolded the piece of paper and read its content.
~ : ~*~ : ~ 'Ginny,.....'
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A/N: Hello again! So at last, here's the sixth chapter. I hope that this makes up for all my debts in writing the previous short chapter. I wish that you'll be able to understand this episode since just like the other chapter, I just rushed this ('cause I know that I might be busy this coming week). Anyways, I already finished making the first letter, but I'm not sure if it would be appropriate to fit Draco's characteristics. So if ever you guys have an idea on how Draco's letter should be, please feel free to offer me your suggestions. And oh yes, I would also like to thank my reviewers (Iselin, Ginny001, Abyre, bukworm, Aina, Kenchi-4me, seekerpeeker, and Lucia Dreams) for sparing some of your time to write me your reviews. Thanks guys! You're the best! -Nepherei
(The following day, December the 18th, inside one of the Slytherin boy's dormitory...)
"Dear Ginny ...no, it's too casual." Thought a platinum-blond haired boy. "Hey Ginny," ...Great! What's next? I love you, Ginny. Yes! That's a good one. C'mon, get a grip, Draco!' sarcastically commented by the boy to himself as he tried to stop himself from snapping another fine feather quill into two.
For the past three days, Draco Malfoy has been devising a way in order to write an appropriate letter for a certain red-haired girl. Right now, he was in his dormitory writing, as he walked back and forth in front of the fireplace. With him were his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, who at the moment were making themselves comfortable as they sat on a couch located just in front of the fire.
"Okay, how about this? To Ginny..." Draco said as he looked at his to cronies, seemingly waiting for some sort of answer from the two. Suddenly, his patience snapped. He then stopped from walking, and as an alternative, shifted into facing his two cronies. He then infuriately asked, "Well, what do you think, you nut-heads?!"
But before the two were able to give their replies, Pansy entered the scene. She then greeted, "Hey! What's u..." However, Draco cut her sentence.
"Bloody hell, woman! What do you want now?!" *snap* "Oh great! That's the 15th time today!" remarked Draco; obviously oblivious of the stares everyone was now giving him and his now-broken quill.
Realizing all the stares everyone was giving him (well actually, it's his quill), "What?!" Draco asked the three. Suddenly, he then remembered who disrupted his 'conference' with his two companions. Remembering this, he immediately turned his attention towards Pansy and said, "Pansy! What the bloody hell is your problem?"
With that, Pansy was insulted. She then began to counter, "I only wanted to know if everything is 'fine' here." "Well, everything is 'fine' here, thank you." Draco retorted back.
By just hearing Draco's remark, Pansy was more madden and thought of fighting back. She carefully considered every word that she was about to say. But by the time she tried to speak, she found herself unable to utter a single word. She then looked up and saw Draco holding his wand in his right hand and a piece of those magical parchments Pansy saw yesterday in his left. Suddenly, everything fitted perfectly: Draco used a silencing charm on her.
"Damn you, Draco!" Pansy tried cursing, but obviously failed. She then thought of a way to get Draco's attention and decided to throw a pillow at him. "What the... Pansy!" Draco complained. But all Pansy did was give Draco a pleased smile, and left.
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(Hours later...)
"Finally." Draco said, partially satisfied with his work as he skimmed through it over and over again on his desk. He then looked around and saw his two cronies sleeping on his couch. He then stood up and approached the two. "Crabbe, Goyle, wake up." Immediately, the two got up and were ready to take orders from their boss. As a reply, Draco then gave them an order. "Get Onyx." "Yes, boss." Were the two's reply.
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(that evening...)
In one of Hogwart's tallest towers, a young woman entered her dormitory and started towards her trunk. She dug among the pile of her belongings, and then came across a velveteen book. In the cover page, there was a small inscription written in slanting calligraphy saying, "Diary".
She opened the book and slowly turned the pages. After a while, she found a blank page beside the one written on November the 16th. She read her last entry, and finally decided to write a new one.
She first wrote the date on the upper right hand corner. It was the 18th of December, exactly seven days before Christmas. It was sad, she remembered. 'Why does this have to happen a few days before Christmas?' she thought.
After a while, she finally tried to shake the thought away, and instead started looking around for a quill. She found one resting on top of her bedside table. She took the quill and dipped it into a bottle of black ink, and then started jotting down the events that happened three days ago.
~ : ~*~ : ~
'It was a sunny afternoon, I remember. The surroundings were quiet. All I can hear were the chirping of the birds, as we sat by the lake under the shade of one of Hogwart's largest trees.
I leaned my head back on his chest. He was so warm. I felt as if every bit of problem in me began to ebb. I stared at the lake and told him, "Harry, I love you."
I was expecting him to tell me the same thing, given that it has almost been a year since we've started dating, but instead, he looked down at me and said, "Huh? Oh yeah! Sure.same here." Looking away after telling me this.
I was greatly disappointed by what he said. It greatly disturbed me that all I can do at the moment was stare intensely at him. Afterwards, I looked away and then asked him, "Why haven't you said it yet?"
"Said what?" he said. "That you love me."
With that, he suddenly became quiet. I was frightened at the moment, but at last, he replied (rather slowly).
"Oh, that?"
Oh how much did I wanted to tell him, 'Yes that, you insufferable git.' But rather kept it to myself. And after a while of getting lost into my own thoughts, I somehow heard him mutter something like, "I guess I'm not yet ready."
With that, I just snapped. I stood up and looked down at him and began to go hysterical, "Not yet ready?! We've been together for almost a year, and all you can say is 'I'm not ready'! Tell me then, Harry. When? When will you be able to look straight back at me, and tell me that you love me?"
I gazed deeply into his eyes, and then realized.
"You don't love me."
It wasn't a question. It was more like a statement.
I then took a step backwards, and was about to leave, when he got hold of my right arm, and made me face back at him. He then tried explaining.
"Ginny, I..." "You what?!" Tears now coursing down my cheeks. "That all this time we were just joking around, playing pretends? That we've been living in a lie?. And you!" I then accused. " You made me believe that you love me, and that you care for me! I believed in you. You made me think that 'The Famous Harry Potter' loves me. And I hate myself. I hate myself for falling for such idiocy."
With that, I shoved his hands and ran away.
Dear diary, I lost him. He's now gone forever. ...Do you think it was best that I've broke up with him? Am I such a fool to say all those cruel words to him? ...It's sad when you think about it. I guess I'll be alone this Christmas...
-Ginny'
*Tear drops, smudging some of the words* "Why do I always have to make things difficult?...I guess...I guess that I still love you, Harry. And it hurts, thinking that you just fooled me all these time." Said the girl.
Suddenly, she heard tapping coming from her window. Immediately, she stood up and slowly walked towards it. To her surprise, she saw a purely black eagle-owl standing outside. The creature stood in magnificence, with its beautiful raven-colored feather, its strong and sharp claws, and its stunning blue eyes.
After staring at the owl for some time, Ginny saw the bird raise its right leg. Then, she finally realized that there was a letter tied into it. Seeing this, she unlocked the window, and let the owl enter her room.
Immediately, the owl reacted and flew towards Ginny's bed, where her diary was left open on the last entry. Obviously, Ginny followed her instinct, and walked towards the creature. She sat next to it, and slowly untied the letter from its leg. As soon as Ginny was able to undo the tie, the owl instantly flew away.
Once alone, Ginny began to wonder from whom did the letter come from. So, she unfolded the piece of paper and read its content.
~ : ~*~ : ~ 'Ginny,.....'
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A/N: Hello again! So at last, here's the sixth chapter. I hope that this makes up for all my debts in writing the previous short chapter. I wish that you'll be able to understand this episode since just like the other chapter, I just rushed this ('cause I know that I might be busy this coming week). Anyways, I already finished making the first letter, but I'm not sure if it would be appropriate to fit Draco's characteristics. So if ever you guys have an idea on how Draco's letter should be, please feel free to offer me your suggestions. And oh yes, I would also like to thank my reviewers (Iselin, Ginny001, Abyre, bukworm, Aina, Kenchi-4me, seekerpeeker, and Lucia Dreams) for sparing some of your time to write me your reviews. Thanks guys! You're the best! -Nepherei