Silver Storm
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 4: Dignity Lost and Forgotten
Ginny Weasley entered the Great Hall with her head held high. She tried not to look at the Slytherin table, but managed to catch Draco giving her a cocky smile. She didn't smile back. She couldn't bring herself to.
Ginny sat down and had breakfast for the first time in a long time. Three pancakes, scrambled eggs, cinnamon pop-tarts, toast with butter and jam, and a peanut butter and banana sandwich. Hermione was very surprised, but said nothing as Ginny wolfed down all the food. She wasn't the only one who noticed Ginny's new attitude. A certain Slytherin was narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips, the way he always did when he was thinking.
After Ginny finished eating, her stomach stuck out a mile. She didn't care though. The robes always hid everything. Draco wanted to catch her before she left, but she ran off too quickly. Draco wondered if this was another one of Ginny's games. Or maybe something was really bothering her. Either way, she owed him an explanation, after the way she had been leading him on.
Draco put his hand in his pocket and felt it close on something small and hard. Draco had clumsily put the powder and bottle back together again with a repairo spell. He had rubbed it for luck before the last match, but the bottle had turned out to be unlucky. Oh well. It was from Ginny, and that was all that mattered.
After her first class, Ginny went to moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She felt sick from all the food she ate, her eyes were red and puffy from last night, and she was extremely tired. "I'm a mess," she whispered as she stared into a dusty mirror.
"You can say that again," said a voice from behind.
"Lay off Myrtle. I had a rough night."
"So did he."
Ginny whirled around. "What are you talking about?" Ginny said accusingly. "Draco's been in here three times already. He told me everything."
"What do you mean? There's nothing to tell! What thing? Did he mention my name?" Ginny said frantically. "Cool it," Myrtle said easily. "Why don't you ask him yourself," said Myrtle, gesturing behind her. Ginny slowly turned her head and came face to face with a very confused looking Draco.
"Um.....Hey Malfoy," Ginny stuttered. There was a deep look of hurt set in Draco's eyes. She had called him Malfoy. Draco knew that something was wrong, but he decided to play it cool. "What's up?"
"Nothing really," Ginny lied. "You?"
"Same."
"Oh puh-lease," said Myrtle under her breath. Ginny glared at her. "Quiet Myrtle."
"And a little privacy would be nice," Draco added.
"Well, if you insiiiist," Myrtle said annoyingly, before shimmying down the drain pipe.
Ginny laughed nervously, which wasn't at all like her. Draco seemed to notice the tension. When he reached out to touch her shoulder she twitched and stiffened. Draco wondered if she was doing this on purpose, but he doubted it. It wouldn't be like Ginny to do something like that.
"Look," Draco began, "We need to talk." Ginny nodded and they sat down on an old, grey couch next to a sink. "I don't know you that well. I never really planned on getting to know you well. But the past few days............," he trailed off. "I felt like I wanted to." Ginny didn't know what to say. "Draco I....."
"No, don't," he said, putting a hand up. "Just because I'm a Malfoy doesn't mean you can push me around. If this is just some cruel joke, then I don't want to be a part of it." He lowered his head and spoke softer. "But if it isn't.............If you really care about me.............I want to know. Do you love me Ginny Weasley?"
He reached out to touch her, but she pulled away. Ginny what are you doing! She wanted scream at herself. Malfoy is finally coming onto you! Isn't that what you wanted?
Draco had a hurt look on his face and Ginny didn't know what to do. Hearing him say her name..........it touched a place deep inside her that she never wanted anyone to see. She never stopped to consider what Draco might be feeling inside. Maybe there was something past that cold exterior. Ginny didn't want that. She didn't want Draco to be good, because then she might fall for him. Ginny didn't want to risk getting hurt.
Ginny looked up at Draco and a tear slipped down her face, as all the memories of the night before came flashing back in her mind, as vivid as ever.
"Before you go," Draco whispered, "Can I at least see what I'm missing?" He took her hand and stood up. He put his arm around her small waist, pulling her closer. Ginny shut her eyes and Draco leaned forward.
All of a sudden, a voice rang out from the doorway. "Hey Malfoy! That's my sister you're manhandling! Let her go!"
Ginny whirled around and saw a furious Ron, and a confused looking Harry. Draco pulled Ginny closer to him, so that her back was now up against his chest. "I'll do anything I like with her, Weasley."
"Ginny!" Ron screamed. "Are you going to stand for this?!!"
Ginny clenched her fists, looked deeply into her brother's eyes, and said, "Yes Ron. I am." Then she turned around and kissed Draco.
A/N: Next chapter coming soon!
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 4: Dignity Lost and Forgotten
Ginny Weasley entered the Great Hall with her head held high. She tried not to look at the Slytherin table, but managed to catch Draco giving her a cocky smile. She didn't smile back. She couldn't bring herself to.
Ginny sat down and had breakfast for the first time in a long time. Three pancakes, scrambled eggs, cinnamon pop-tarts, toast with butter and jam, and a peanut butter and banana sandwich. Hermione was very surprised, but said nothing as Ginny wolfed down all the food. She wasn't the only one who noticed Ginny's new attitude. A certain Slytherin was narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips, the way he always did when he was thinking.
After Ginny finished eating, her stomach stuck out a mile. She didn't care though. The robes always hid everything. Draco wanted to catch her before she left, but she ran off too quickly. Draco wondered if this was another one of Ginny's games. Or maybe something was really bothering her. Either way, she owed him an explanation, after the way she had been leading him on.
Draco put his hand in his pocket and felt it close on something small and hard. Draco had clumsily put the powder and bottle back together again with a repairo spell. He had rubbed it for luck before the last match, but the bottle had turned out to be unlucky. Oh well. It was from Ginny, and that was all that mattered.
After her first class, Ginny went to moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She felt sick from all the food she ate, her eyes were red and puffy from last night, and she was extremely tired. "I'm a mess," she whispered as she stared into a dusty mirror.
"You can say that again," said a voice from behind.
"Lay off Myrtle. I had a rough night."
"So did he."
Ginny whirled around. "What are you talking about?" Ginny said accusingly. "Draco's been in here three times already. He told me everything."
"What do you mean? There's nothing to tell! What thing? Did he mention my name?" Ginny said frantically. "Cool it," Myrtle said easily. "Why don't you ask him yourself," said Myrtle, gesturing behind her. Ginny slowly turned her head and came face to face with a very confused looking Draco.
"Um.....Hey Malfoy," Ginny stuttered. There was a deep look of hurt set in Draco's eyes. She had called him Malfoy. Draco knew that something was wrong, but he decided to play it cool. "What's up?"
"Nothing really," Ginny lied. "You?"
"Same."
"Oh puh-lease," said Myrtle under her breath. Ginny glared at her. "Quiet Myrtle."
"And a little privacy would be nice," Draco added.
"Well, if you insiiiist," Myrtle said annoyingly, before shimmying down the drain pipe.
Ginny laughed nervously, which wasn't at all like her. Draco seemed to notice the tension. When he reached out to touch her shoulder she twitched and stiffened. Draco wondered if she was doing this on purpose, but he doubted it. It wouldn't be like Ginny to do something like that.
"Look," Draco began, "We need to talk." Ginny nodded and they sat down on an old, grey couch next to a sink. "I don't know you that well. I never really planned on getting to know you well. But the past few days............," he trailed off. "I felt like I wanted to." Ginny didn't know what to say. "Draco I....."
"No, don't," he said, putting a hand up. "Just because I'm a Malfoy doesn't mean you can push me around. If this is just some cruel joke, then I don't want to be a part of it." He lowered his head and spoke softer. "But if it isn't.............If you really care about me.............I want to know. Do you love me Ginny Weasley?"
He reached out to touch her, but she pulled away. Ginny what are you doing! She wanted scream at herself. Malfoy is finally coming onto you! Isn't that what you wanted?
Draco had a hurt look on his face and Ginny didn't know what to do. Hearing him say her name..........it touched a place deep inside her that she never wanted anyone to see. She never stopped to consider what Draco might be feeling inside. Maybe there was something past that cold exterior. Ginny didn't want that. She didn't want Draco to be good, because then she might fall for him. Ginny didn't want to risk getting hurt.
Ginny looked up at Draco and a tear slipped down her face, as all the memories of the night before came flashing back in her mind, as vivid as ever.
"Before you go," Draco whispered, "Can I at least see what I'm missing?" He took her hand and stood up. He put his arm around her small waist, pulling her closer. Ginny shut her eyes and Draco leaned forward.
All of a sudden, a voice rang out from the doorway. "Hey Malfoy! That's my sister you're manhandling! Let her go!"
Ginny whirled around and saw a furious Ron, and a confused looking Harry. Draco pulled Ginny closer to him, so that her back was now up against his chest. "I'll do anything I like with her, Weasley."
"Ginny!" Ron screamed. "Are you going to stand for this?!!"
Ginny clenched her fists, looked deeply into her brother's eyes, and said, "Yes Ron. I am." Then she turned around and kissed Draco.
A/N: Next chapter coming soon!
