By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 8: Time is Precious
"May I cut in?"
Draco held onto Ginny for a minute, but when he saw the pleading look in Harry's eyes he let go and stepped back. Harry gently put his arm around Ginny. "Ginny, I know what you must think," he started, "and your right. You are my friend too, and I shouldn't have chosen between two friends. I should have trued to help Ron accept your relationship with Malfoy.......err Draco." Ginny pursed her lips and said "Go on."
"Look, it isn't easy for me to see you with Draco, because I remember all the terrible things he has done. I just don't want you to get hurt. I'm sorry about the way I've been acting. I haven't been much of a friend. Can you ever forgive me?" Ginny looked into his sweet green eyes and said, "Oh Harry, I could never be mad at you, but don't worry about me. Draco treats me very well. Better, in fact, than anyone else ever has."
Harry smiled sadly. "How do you know he always will? How do you know that this isn't just an act?"
"How do you know it is?" Ginny said defensively. Harry forced a small laugh. "I'm not accusing, I'm just concerned."
"I told you Harry, don't worry. Draco loves me."
Harry reached for something in his pocket and said, "I want you to be sure." It was a small silver hourglass that short of looked liked the time turner Hermione had used in her 3rd year, only.........different.
"Is that a time turner?" Ginny asked.
"Sort of," Harry responded, "Only better. It lets you go into the past and future to see what would have happened if you did something else, without changing the present."
"You mean I could go into the future?"
"Yes," said Harry, "You don't see yourself though. You ARE yourself. You can see what would have happened, or what will happen."
"And it doesn't affect the present?"
"Right," Harry nodded. "So will you use it Ginny?"
"I don't know," Ginny said hesitantly. "I don't think it's a good idea."
"I won't hurt anything Ginny. Please. Don't you trust me?"
Ginny wasn't so sure she did. "Okay Harry. I'll use it," she said quietly.
"You won't regret it Ginny," Harry said. Then he kissed her on the cheek and left to be with Hermione.
Ginny saw Draco coming towards her. He expected to see a happy look on her face, but she looked torn, and confused.
"Ginny what's wrong?" Draco said, his voice full of concern. "What did he say to you?"
"No matter for you Draco," she said smiling. "I'll be right back. Okay?" Then she started to walk away.
"Ginny, wait!" Draco called, but she didn't turn around. What's wrong with her? Draco thought.
Ginny went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Anyone who saw her could tell she was nervous, but she knew where she wanted to go. Third year. The Yule Ball. She held her breath and whispered to the hour glass. "Please take me to my third year, at the Yule Ball."
Suddenly everything surrounding Ginny turned into a blur of colors.
She was being pulled down. Down. Back in time. She felt something pulling her and then pushing her, like it was trying to tear her apart. Her head was spinning, and just when Ginny thought she couldn't take it anymore it stopped as suddenly as it started. Ginny touched her hand to her head and tried to balance herself. She recognized the atmosphere like it had been yesterday.
The Great Hall was decorated beautifully for the Yule Ball in Honor of the Triwizard Tournament.
Ginny looked down at her long pink dressed that clashed with her hair. She remembered how Hermione had told her to get green, or black, but she wouldn't listen. She also remembered being one of the only girls not wearing a robe.
When Ginny saw a red-faced Neville coming up to her, she tried to smile, but was to nervous.
"You look pretty Ginny," he stammered.
"Thank you Neville, "Ginny said kindly. "You look........um...........well........let's just go in."
Neville blushed and took her arm.
Ginny saw Ron walking with Padma, and Pansy clinging onto Draco. Her heart skipped a beat. Draco was smiling smugly and putting his arm around Pansy's shoulders. Neville didn't seem to care or notice how sick Ginny looked.
"Do you want to dance?" he said nervously.
"Um....well Neville, I think I'm going to sit down for a little."
Neville looked very disappointed. "Oh, but you go on," she assured him. Neville looked as if he didn't want to go off alone, but Ginny's tone suggested that she didn't want to be near him.
As soon as Neville was gone, Ginny searched the hall for Draco. She saw him by the food table. Alone. Pansy was off by a wall talking to one of her friends.
Don't be nervous Ginny, she told herself. Remember, you're doing this to prove a point to Harry.
She took a deep breath, and walked toward Draco. "Hello Draco," she said, loud and confident.
Draco narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his small nose. "Weasel?" he said, his voice high and cold. Even at 14 Ginny thought Draco was adorable.
"My name is Ginny Draco." He started to laugh. "Okay Ginny, what do you want?" She was surprised he used her name at all. "I......I........" she stammered. "Oh, I see you are a little nervous about talking to a Malfoy. I'll make it easy for you: Don't talk to me." He laughed and turned back to the table. When he turned around she was still standing there. "Jesus! Get out of my way little girl."
"No!" she said loudly, and Draco stepped back in surprise. He hadn't expected such a bold response from this slip of a girl.
"All right," he said, nicer. "Do you want to ask me something?" She stepped closer to him, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body. Draco began to feel a little nervous. What was she doing? Ginny put her hand behind his neck and pulled his face down. Close to hers. She parted her lips, and Drcao did the same. Oh God, he thought as he closed his eyes. This is going to be my first kiss.
He felt her lips on his, warm and soft like hot pudding. Never let me go, he thought. When she finally did, her face was flushed and smiling. "Dance with me Draco Malfoy."
Chapter 8: Time is Precious
"May I cut in?"
Draco held onto Ginny for a minute, but when he saw the pleading look in Harry's eyes he let go and stepped back. Harry gently put his arm around Ginny. "Ginny, I know what you must think," he started, "and your right. You are my friend too, and I shouldn't have chosen between two friends. I should have trued to help Ron accept your relationship with Malfoy.......err Draco." Ginny pursed her lips and said "Go on."
"Look, it isn't easy for me to see you with Draco, because I remember all the terrible things he has done. I just don't want you to get hurt. I'm sorry about the way I've been acting. I haven't been much of a friend. Can you ever forgive me?" Ginny looked into his sweet green eyes and said, "Oh Harry, I could never be mad at you, but don't worry about me. Draco treats me very well. Better, in fact, than anyone else ever has."
Harry smiled sadly. "How do you know he always will? How do you know that this isn't just an act?"
"How do you know it is?" Ginny said defensively. Harry forced a small laugh. "I'm not accusing, I'm just concerned."
"I told you Harry, don't worry. Draco loves me."
Harry reached for something in his pocket and said, "I want you to be sure." It was a small silver hourglass that short of looked liked the time turner Hermione had used in her 3rd year, only.........different.
"Is that a time turner?" Ginny asked.
"Sort of," Harry responded, "Only better. It lets you go into the past and future to see what would have happened if you did something else, without changing the present."
"You mean I could go into the future?"
"Yes," said Harry, "You don't see yourself though. You ARE yourself. You can see what would have happened, or what will happen."
"And it doesn't affect the present?"
"Right," Harry nodded. "So will you use it Ginny?"
"I don't know," Ginny said hesitantly. "I don't think it's a good idea."
"I won't hurt anything Ginny. Please. Don't you trust me?"
Ginny wasn't so sure she did. "Okay Harry. I'll use it," she said quietly.
"You won't regret it Ginny," Harry said. Then he kissed her on the cheek and left to be with Hermione.
Ginny saw Draco coming towards her. He expected to see a happy look on her face, but she looked torn, and confused.
"Ginny what's wrong?" Draco said, his voice full of concern. "What did he say to you?"
"No matter for you Draco," she said smiling. "I'll be right back. Okay?" Then she started to walk away.
"Ginny, wait!" Draco called, but she didn't turn around. What's wrong with her? Draco thought.
Ginny went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Anyone who saw her could tell she was nervous, but she knew where she wanted to go. Third year. The Yule Ball. She held her breath and whispered to the hour glass. "Please take me to my third year, at the Yule Ball."
Suddenly everything surrounding Ginny turned into a blur of colors.
She was being pulled down. Down. Back in time. She felt something pulling her and then pushing her, like it was trying to tear her apart. Her head was spinning, and just when Ginny thought she couldn't take it anymore it stopped as suddenly as it started. Ginny touched her hand to her head and tried to balance herself. She recognized the atmosphere like it had been yesterday.
The Great Hall was decorated beautifully for the Yule Ball in Honor of the Triwizard Tournament.
Ginny looked down at her long pink dressed that clashed with her hair. She remembered how Hermione had told her to get green, or black, but she wouldn't listen. She also remembered being one of the only girls not wearing a robe.
When Ginny saw a red-faced Neville coming up to her, she tried to smile, but was to nervous.
"You look pretty Ginny," he stammered.
"Thank you Neville, "Ginny said kindly. "You look........um...........well........let's just go in."
Neville blushed and took her arm.
Ginny saw Ron walking with Padma, and Pansy clinging onto Draco. Her heart skipped a beat. Draco was smiling smugly and putting his arm around Pansy's shoulders. Neville didn't seem to care or notice how sick Ginny looked.
"Do you want to dance?" he said nervously.
"Um....well Neville, I think I'm going to sit down for a little."
Neville looked very disappointed. "Oh, but you go on," she assured him. Neville looked as if he didn't want to go off alone, but Ginny's tone suggested that she didn't want to be near him.
As soon as Neville was gone, Ginny searched the hall for Draco. She saw him by the food table. Alone. Pansy was off by a wall talking to one of her friends.
Don't be nervous Ginny, she told herself. Remember, you're doing this to prove a point to Harry.
She took a deep breath, and walked toward Draco. "Hello Draco," she said, loud and confident.
Draco narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his small nose. "Weasel?" he said, his voice high and cold. Even at 14 Ginny thought Draco was adorable.
"My name is Ginny Draco." He started to laugh. "Okay Ginny, what do you want?" She was surprised he used her name at all. "I......I........" she stammered. "Oh, I see you are a little nervous about talking to a Malfoy. I'll make it easy for you: Don't talk to me." He laughed and turned back to the table. When he turned around she was still standing there. "Jesus! Get out of my way little girl."
"No!" she said loudly, and Draco stepped back in surprise. He hadn't expected such a bold response from this slip of a girl.
"All right," he said, nicer. "Do you want to ask me something?" She stepped closer to him, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body. Draco began to feel a little nervous. What was she doing? Ginny put her hand behind his neck and pulled his face down. Close to hers. She parted her lips, and Drcao did the same. Oh God, he thought as he closed his eyes. This is going to be my first kiss.
He felt her lips on his, warm and soft like hot pudding. Never let me go, he thought. When she finally did, her face was flushed and smiling. "Dance with me Draco Malfoy."
