By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 3: Broken
Ginny stared at herself one of the mirrors in the girls bathroom. I need to change my approach, she thought. Maybe I should stop acting like a ditsy flirt. It seems as if Draco wants someone serious. Someone who seriously cares about him. I can be serious. Ginny gave her hair a quick brush and entered the great all for breakfast. She sat next to Hermione, who was beside Ron, who was beside Harry.
"Why aren't you eating," asked Hermione. "Oh, I'm on a diet," Ginny responded. "Why?" Hermione exclaimed. "You're already so thin!" Ginny didn't say anything, so Hermione leaned over and whispered to Ron, "I think she's trying to get a certain someone to notice her."
"I know what you mean," Ron said, grinning. "She's been trying to get Harry to notice her for ages."
Ginny, over hearing them, laughed into her pumpkin juice. If only they knew................
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Draco Malfoy stared blankly at Professor Snape. Normally potions was his favorite class, but today his mind was on..............other things. Draco never imagined that he would ever be considering a Weasley. His mind wandered to the events that occurred on the train yesterday. She seemed so eager to talk to him, look at him, touch him. But at the feast yesterday, Ginny never even glanced in his direction. It was as if they had never talked at all.
Professor Snape interrupted Draco's thoughts. "Mr. Malfoy, you are wanted in Dumbledoor's office."
"Excuse me?"
"The headmaster wishes to see you."
A puzzled look crossed Draco's face. What had he done? What was this all about? Draco rose slowly and stepped out of the class. He asked a prefect for the password to Dumbledoor's office.
Draco stepped into a bright scarlet and gold circular room. Apparently he favors Gryffindor, Draco mused to himself. The dark maroon chair behind the silver desk was facing the window. Draco tentatively stepped forward. "Uh Professor, you wanted to see me?"
The chair spun around revealing a mischievous looking redhead. "You Bitch!" Draco cried, but he couldn't help laughing. "How did you do this?"
Ginny stood up. She was wearing the high-collared Hogwarts uniform robe, which revealed nothing. "I have my ways," she said slyly. "Now we can spend the rest of the day together."
"No way!" Draco said loudly, holding up his hand. "I have to get back to class."
"Can you at least stay the hour?" Her dark blue eyes seemed to be calling his name, begging him to stay. Ginny tilted her head to one side and Draco said, "Allllright."
"Good," Ginny said enthusiastically. "I have a present for you." Draco pursed his lips. He expected her to give him something cheap and lame. "Close your eyes......." Ginny said seductively. Draco sighed, and rolled his eyes to the ceiling before closing them. Ginny placed a black velvet pouch in his outstretched hand. "Okay," she whispered. "Open." Ginny held her breath as Draco opened the ouch a pulled out a small glass bottle filled with silver dust. Engraved in silver on the side was, "To Draco. With love, Ginny."
"What is it?" he said quietly. "It's a miracle powder," Ginny responded. It's good for one miracle. You can use it on anything you want, whenever you want."
"Why did you give this to me?" Draco asked. Ginny shrugged her shoulders and said, "I thought you might need a miracle someday. I think you are going to need it if you want to win the Quidditch match against Gryffindor ." Draco laughed coldly. "If it was help with Quidditch you had in mind Weasley, then you should have given this to Potter," he sneered. Draco didn't say anything else, because he didn't want Ginny to think that he didn't like her gift.
"Yeah," Ginny agreed. "Maybe your right." She looked very far away. Like she wasn't there.
Draco was astounded. Did he actually just hear Ginny say that Harry wasn't as good at Quidditch as everyone thought? Ginny had always defended Harry, ever since she was 11 years old. Is she seriously interested in me? Draco thought. Or is she just messing with my head? I wish I knew how to respond to her.
"Thanks." Draco said finally. "This should come in handy." Ginny nodded.
"Are you gonna be at the match tonight?" Draco asked, trying not to sound hopeful.
"Rooting for Gryffindor of course,' Ginny answered.
"Naturally," Draco added. When there was nothing more to say, Draco made an excuse to leave. "Well, I have to get back to class."
"Yeah, me too," Ginny said smiling. She started to walk towards the door, but before leaving, she ran her tiny hand threw Draco's hair. "Be careful little dragon."
"With you I always am."
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Ginny put her cheap binoculars up to her face. "What is George doing?" she said to herself. "George! Hello!" she screamed from the stands. "What do you think you're doing!" Fellow Gryffindors were starting to give her strange looks. "What," she said defensively. "You saw him."
If there was one thing to get Ginny's mind off of Draco, it was Quidditch. Likewise on Draco's part. he forgot all about Ginny in the heat of the moment, his lean body soaring through the air, his gleaming eyes on the snitch. Had Potter spotted it yet? Draco risked a look to his left. No. This is my chance, Draco thought. This is my chance to shine.
He flew with all his might, the wind blowing his hair back. As he made a sharp turn, something fell out of his pocket. Draco was so shocked he stopped flying. he stared at the falling bottle long enough for Harry to capture the golden snitch. "Shit," Draco said softly. He had lost his present, and the game. The rest of the Slytherins gave him dirty looks as he lowered himself to the ground. The Gryffindor side was cheering for Harry.
Ginny had watched the bottle fall to the ground. She had wondered if Draco felt sad when it dropped and smashed. Why should I care if he liked it or not? Ginny thought to herself. It was just a bribe anyway. Wasn't it?
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Around ten that night, Ginny left the common room party. "Where are you going?" Hermione had asked.
"I'm just tired that's all."
"Suit yourself."
Ginny changed into a white strappy nightgown, and brushed her luscious curls in the mirror. She turned her gaze toward the window. The sky was a deep blue and full of stars. Ginny loved nights like this. She walked to the window, and gasped at what she saw. Draco Malfoy was on the Quidditch field, crawling around on his hands and knees, picking up the glass shards and dust that had once been Ginny's present.
Ginny went to her bed, put her face in her pillow, and cried.
A/N: I will try to update daily, so check back soon! Thanks!
Chapter 3: Broken
Ginny stared at herself one of the mirrors in the girls bathroom. I need to change my approach, she thought. Maybe I should stop acting like a ditsy flirt. It seems as if Draco wants someone serious. Someone who seriously cares about him. I can be serious. Ginny gave her hair a quick brush and entered the great all for breakfast. She sat next to Hermione, who was beside Ron, who was beside Harry.
"Why aren't you eating," asked Hermione. "Oh, I'm on a diet," Ginny responded. "Why?" Hermione exclaimed. "You're already so thin!" Ginny didn't say anything, so Hermione leaned over and whispered to Ron, "I think she's trying to get a certain someone to notice her."
"I know what you mean," Ron said, grinning. "She's been trying to get Harry to notice her for ages."
Ginny, over hearing them, laughed into her pumpkin juice. If only they knew................
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Draco Malfoy stared blankly at Professor Snape. Normally potions was his favorite class, but today his mind was on..............other things. Draco never imagined that he would ever be considering a Weasley. His mind wandered to the events that occurred on the train yesterday. She seemed so eager to talk to him, look at him, touch him. But at the feast yesterday, Ginny never even glanced in his direction. It was as if they had never talked at all.
Professor Snape interrupted Draco's thoughts. "Mr. Malfoy, you are wanted in Dumbledoor's office."
"Excuse me?"
"The headmaster wishes to see you."
A puzzled look crossed Draco's face. What had he done? What was this all about? Draco rose slowly and stepped out of the class. He asked a prefect for the password to Dumbledoor's office.
Draco stepped into a bright scarlet and gold circular room. Apparently he favors Gryffindor, Draco mused to himself. The dark maroon chair behind the silver desk was facing the window. Draco tentatively stepped forward. "Uh Professor, you wanted to see me?"
The chair spun around revealing a mischievous looking redhead. "You Bitch!" Draco cried, but he couldn't help laughing. "How did you do this?"
Ginny stood up. She was wearing the high-collared Hogwarts uniform robe, which revealed nothing. "I have my ways," she said slyly. "Now we can spend the rest of the day together."
"No way!" Draco said loudly, holding up his hand. "I have to get back to class."
"Can you at least stay the hour?" Her dark blue eyes seemed to be calling his name, begging him to stay. Ginny tilted her head to one side and Draco said, "Allllright."
"Good," Ginny said enthusiastically. "I have a present for you." Draco pursed his lips. He expected her to give him something cheap and lame. "Close your eyes......." Ginny said seductively. Draco sighed, and rolled his eyes to the ceiling before closing them. Ginny placed a black velvet pouch in his outstretched hand. "Okay," she whispered. "Open." Ginny held her breath as Draco opened the ouch a pulled out a small glass bottle filled with silver dust. Engraved in silver on the side was, "To Draco. With love, Ginny."
"What is it?" he said quietly. "It's a miracle powder," Ginny responded. It's good for one miracle. You can use it on anything you want, whenever you want."
"Why did you give this to me?" Draco asked. Ginny shrugged her shoulders and said, "I thought you might need a miracle someday. I think you are going to need it if you want to win the Quidditch match against Gryffindor ." Draco laughed coldly. "If it was help with Quidditch you had in mind Weasley, then you should have given this to Potter," he sneered. Draco didn't say anything else, because he didn't want Ginny to think that he didn't like her gift.
"Yeah," Ginny agreed. "Maybe your right." She looked very far away. Like she wasn't there.
Draco was astounded. Did he actually just hear Ginny say that Harry wasn't as good at Quidditch as everyone thought? Ginny had always defended Harry, ever since she was 11 years old. Is she seriously interested in me? Draco thought. Or is she just messing with my head? I wish I knew how to respond to her.
"Thanks." Draco said finally. "This should come in handy." Ginny nodded.
"Are you gonna be at the match tonight?" Draco asked, trying not to sound hopeful.
"Rooting for Gryffindor of course,' Ginny answered.
"Naturally," Draco added. When there was nothing more to say, Draco made an excuse to leave. "Well, I have to get back to class."
"Yeah, me too," Ginny said smiling. She started to walk towards the door, but before leaving, she ran her tiny hand threw Draco's hair. "Be careful little dragon."
"With you I always am."
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Ginny put her cheap binoculars up to her face. "What is George doing?" she said to herself. "George! Hello!" she screamed from the stands. "What do you think you're doing!" Fellow Gryffindors were starting to give her strange looks. "What," she said defensively. "You saw him."
If there was one thing to get Ginny's mind off of Draco, it was Quidditch. Likewise on Draco's part. he forgot all about Ginny in the heat of the moment, his lean body soaring through the air, his gleaming eyes on the snitch. Had Potter spotted it yet? Draco risked a look to his left. No. This is my chance, Draco thought. This is my chance to shine.
He flew with all his might, the wind blowing his hair back. As he made a sharp turn, something fell out of his pocket. Draco was so shocked he stopped flying. he stared at the falling bottle long enough for Harry to capture the golden snitch. "Shit," Draco said softly. He had lost his present, and the game. The rest of the Slytherins gave him dirty looks as he lowered himself to the ground. The Gryffindor side was cheering for Harry.
Ginny had watched the bottle fall to the ground. She had wondered if Draco felt sad when it dropped and smashed. Why should I care if he liked it or not? Ginny thought to herself. It was just a bribe anyway. Wasn't it?
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Around ten that night, Ginny left the common room party. "Where are you going?" Hermione had asked.
"I'm just tired that's all."
"Suit yourself."
Ginny changed into a white strappy nightgown, and brushed her luscious curls in the mirror. She turned her gaze toward the window. The sky was a deep blue and full of stars. Ginny loved nights like this. She walked to the window, and gasped at what she saw. Draco Malfoy was on the Quidditch field, crawling around on his hands and knees, picking up the glass shards and dust that had once been Ginny's present.
Ginny went to her bed, put her face in her pillow, and cried.
A/N: I will try to update daily, so check back soon! Thanks!
