Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters you recognise in this story. (Cause if I did, I'd be so damn rich by now… *Sigh* Think of all the possibilities…) Nah, they belong to the wonderful author J.K Rowling. Oh yeah, and also Bloomsbury, Warner Bros, etc.
A/N: Ah, the awaited chapter where Draco gets his part at last! Don't forget to review please. Also, as some of you might have realised, I based this story on the movie 'Gone With the Wind'. I absolutely loved the movie, and after I watched it (which was FOUR hours long, but, hey, it's worth it), I decided to do the fic!
Chapter 3: The Talk
Ginny quickly excused herself from the uncomfortable presence of Cho, saying she needed to go to the toilet. Cho just smiled kindly and turned to talk with her friends.
Ginny walked away, on the verge of spilling out tears. She felt a hand touched her shoulders and turned around. It was Seamus.
"Oh hi, Seamus," Ginny greeted faintly.
"Hello Ginny! You look--You… You're absolutely beautiful today," Seamus complimented shyly.
Ginny saw Seamus' face turned red. "Why, thank you Seamus," she said. He really was a good guy; she just didn't really have feelings for him.
Suddenly, Seamus pulled her hand and dragged her under a shady tree where there was no one around. "Seamus! What do you think you're doing??" Ginny shouted.
"Ginny… I just wanted to tell you something…" said Seamus, looking straight into Ginny's sparkling blue eyes. He licked his dry lips nervously.
Ginny gaped. Oh no… "Um, Seamus, I better go now… I've got to go," Ginny said forcefully.
Seamus clasped her hand tighter. "Ginny, wait!"
Ginny shook her hands out of his grasp fiercely. "Get away from me, Seamus!" She backed away from him and bolted off, feeling the aching pain of running in high heels.
Behind him, she could hear Seamus' desperate cry. "Ginny! I--I love you!"
Eurrgh!, she thought to herself. He is so hopeless.
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Ginny arrived into the house, panting heavily. She looked back, expecting to see Seamus running after her. No one was there. She sighed with relief. The house was quiet empty by now, as everyone seemed to be enjoying the sunlight outside. It was quite dark; with only a few lights here and there.
Lavender and her boyfriend, Andrew, were making out on the red sofas. Ginny rolled her eyes as she went over to them. "Get a room, guys!"
Lavender, with lipstick smeared over her face, frowned at Ginny. Andrew, meanwhile, was looking up at her as though she was a goddess.
Lavender took Andrew by the hand and lead him outside; out of Ginny's sight. Ginny could hear her saying, "Andrew! Are you listening to me??! ANDREW!!" She sniggered. No one can resist her… Not even Harry…
Ginny saw a bright light glowing inside one of the rooms. As she stepped closer, she could hear deep, male voices from inside. It must've been the meeting Mr Baudleire was talking about. She crept up behind the door and listened.
"We must take action!" One of the men shouted. Angry objections and loud agreements were heard throughout the room.
"Now, now! Settle down, gentlemen! Let's ask Mr Malfoy's opinion on this!" shouted Mr Baudleire.
All eyes, including Ginny's, looked over at the pale, blonde-haired 20-year old Draco Malfoy. Ginny noticed a few things different about him; his hair wasn't as glossy as it was before, and his face features were now extremely more masculine compared to his previous girly-like state.
He was wearing a handsome, dark green suit, complete with the charming bowtie. He looked very wealthy, for he was now a very rich young man. He had inherited his father's money and was now working as one of the most important assistant to the Minister of Magic.
"Frankly, gentlemen," Draco started in his deep, huskier voice. "This 'going to war' thing is just nonsense. I, for one, won't be taking part in it. After all, I've seen the Dakrons' army, and they are far too strong for ours. They use a different kind of magic; Eastern magic, which I think is far more stronger and more effective than ours." Some of the men gasped in awe.
"After all, if the Dakrons conquered us, then we might possibly have a better life and system than with our present useless, old Dumbledore and Fudge," exclaimed Draco as a few people started shouting rude words at him angrily.
"You should trust me!" Draco shouted through all the filthy words thrown at him.
"Gentlemen! Please calm down!" Lord Bracknell bellowed. Everyone quieted down.
Draco walked out of the room, with his head up in the air. He barely missed the sight of Ginny, hiding behind the door, and stomped straight on.
"That Malfoy thinks he's the best!" said one man loudly.
"Yes, but he's powerful, and he's fair," objected another. Several other arguments were also made about Draco.
"Alright, alright! Let's stop talking about Mr Malfoy. He has his own views on the situation and we should respect him," said Mr Baudleire. All the men fervently nodded.
"Now, let's hear from Mr Potter," Mr Baudleire exclaimed.
Harry stood up. "From what Mr Malfoy has told us," he started. "We now know that the Dakrons have a different way of battle techniques. They are rapidly gaining land around Europe, as well as the land they already have in the East. If we don't stop them, they might take over all the wizarding world."
Several gasps were heard. "Now, I'm pretty sure that Dumbledore and the Minister would take action in this. As the head of the Auror Industry, I would like you all to participate in this war when it comes," finished Harry.
All the men nodded solemnly; clearly they did not want to go to a wizarding war.
"So, that will have to be our future from here," sighed Lord Bracknell.
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The meeting was concluded, and Ginny quickly, but quietly, made her way down the corridor and into the drawing-room, which seemed to be empty. The room was lit up by the fire crackling in the fire-place, and it had a warm atmosphere.
The floor was layered with red carpet and Ginny was facing the back of a dark blue sofa. A great chandelier hung above her and the glass windows were overlooking the white moon and the twinkling stars. There seemed to be no one else in the room.
She looked out the door and saw Harry walking past. "Harry! Harry!" she quickly called out.
Harry turned his head and instantly saw her. He made her way over to the room. "Ginny! What are you doing here?" he asked.
Ginny swiftly grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into the room. She shut the oak door with a 'thump'.
"Is anything wrong?" Harry asked.
Ginny shook her head and sighed. "Why does everyone ask me that?" she muttered to herself.
"Harry--," she started, suddenly not knowing what to say.
Harry's emerald eyes searched her blue ones. "Something's bothering you," he said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Yes," Ginny admitted. "Something is deeply troubling me."
"What?" Harry asked, concerned. His green eyes sparkled brightly in the dimly-lighted room.
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. Like a shotgun, all her words came out. "It's--It's you! And it's me… it's US, Harry! It's US. And I don't know what to do… You're engaged to Cho, and it just couldn't--It just can't be true! I mean… You and me--We used to be lovers… We used to be--to be…"
Harry placed his finger gently on top of her blabbering lips. "Look, Ginny…" he started.
Ginny put down Harry's finger from her lips. "What went wrong, Harry? What went wrong between us?" she asked silently, her red hair illuminated by the fire.
Harry's bright eyes darkened. "I used to love you Ginny, and maybe I still do. I love your smile, your beauty, your enthusiasm, your carefree nature, everything… And--"
"Then, why are you going to marry Cho? WHY?" Ginny exclaimed angrily.
"Ginny!" Harry said as he placed both arms on Ginny's shoulders. "Me and you; it was the past… Cho and I share a special bond, a spark that lights up every time we meet… But, Ginny, I still have feelings for you, I don't doubt it. It's just that… Cho and I have a lot more things in common…."
"We have special bonds too! We have lots and lots of things in common, and we also share a spark together," Ginny protested.
"We had special bonds, Ginny. I don't think we do now, I'm still not sure, but there's no denying it; you're very special to me and--"
"You love ME, Harry! Just say it! You love me!" Ginny shouted as she leaned forward, opening her mouth, ready.
Harry pushed her away gently, and turned away. "I can't, Ginny. I can't…"
Ginny's heart felt as if it had been crushed. Within a second, her palms lifted into the air, and slapped Harry's cheek, hard. He didn't strike back. He just nodded, passed her by and went out the door, closing it behind him with a 'thump'.
Ginny slumped down on the floor, cradling her face in her arms. Rage was building up inside her; it was as if a scorchingly hot fire was spreading all over her body. She got up shakily, picked up the nearest vase from her and threw it ferociously at the wall from across the back of the sofa.
She thought her life couldn't get worse, but apparently, it could. For suddenly, a head popped up from the sofa, a very familiar head. She didn't see him before because she was facing the back of the sofa. She screamed with surprise when she saw who it was: Draco Malfoy.
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"I won't tell anyone, Weasley. I promise," Draco said after Ginny threw up a fit of rage. He never knew this young woman could scream and shout so loudly when she was angry.
"I'm sure you won't, Malfoy," said Ginny sarcastically.
"Geezz, Weasley. It's not a secret that you love Harry. Half of the population in the wizarding world probably already realised that," said Draco.
"Just fu*k off, Malfoy. I have no time for any more misery."
"Alright then," Draco said happily.
"But don't tell. Especially not to Cho," Ginny warned loudly.
Draco laughed. "Don't worry, I won't waste my precious time telling people a good bunch of slimy gossips," he said as he went out the door.
Inside, Ginny could hear Draco muttering amusedly in the corridor, "You love ME, Harry! Just say it! You love me!" Then, a flutter of his annoying sniggers was audible.
Ginny closed her eyes and wiped the small set of tears that were pouring out. "My life is totally ruined."
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters you recognise in this story. (Cause if I did, I'd be so damn rich by now… *Sigh* Think of all the possibilities…) Nah, they belong to the wonderful author J.K Rowling. Oh yeah, and also Bloomsbury, Warner Bros, etc.
A/N: Poor Ginny, you say? Well, the worst is yet to come, so hang on. More drama for me! Oh, and thanks to all the people who have reviewed so far!