[A/N] Let the insanity continue! Buwahahaha! I think this story is interesting, I hope you do, because...well...biscuits. I'll see you in the padded room, meine Liebling, the padded room my dear...[A/N]
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. I am running out of things to say here. The song is Every Single Day again by Pennywise. Next chapter coming out when I get a vacation, I promise.
Date With Destiny
Ginny walked into Malfoy and sighed inwardly. Why, oh why? Please, God, why me? I have to put up with this guy more than once a day? It should be illegal...
"So Weasley, where ya goin'?" Draco inquired, trying unsuccessfully to act cool.
"What is that supposed to mean? This is the Gryffindor tower, where are you going?" she replied furiously.
"Crazy, wanna come?"
"Grrrr..."
Ginny walked off in a random direction, hoping that Draco would get the point and not follow her.
He didn't.
Ginny tried to ignore Malfoy's quiet, but steady, footsteps behind her, but it was no use. When she couldn't take it anymore, she spun around to face the intruder of her thoughts.
"What in the bloody hell do you want with me, Malfoy?" she screamed.
He ignored her question, and kept on walking. This just infuriated her more, so she ran to catch up with him. When she did, and this was only a few seconds later, for she was a quick runner, she spun him around to face her then promptly punched him in the stomach.
It worked! She was following him now. He had all the control.
No one had ever seen a Malfoy this happy. Luckily, no one was around to see him anyway, and so no one could ruin his reputation.
A hand jerked him out of his thoughts and spun him around. All of a sudden he was looking into the extremely beautiful face of an extremely hacked off Ginny Weasley.
"Oof!" Draco uttered as the precious air was knocked out of him by Ginny's fist.
"Serves you right! You were bloody stalking me! I don't want to see your face every time I turn a corner, got it?" she yelled indignantly at her spluttering victim.
In a moment of very brief sanity Draco managed to breathe, "Okay," as Ginny walked away.
Ginny didn't expect it to be that easy. And aside from the punching part, there was practically no effort at all involved! She thought all this with glee.
Ginny practically skipped back to the common room, and when she arrived, she danced a jig on the grave of a dog. Then she went inside and acknowledged no one as she made her way up to her room. Once there she put on her CD player and turned on the volume.
See all the people longing to be,
Living their lives regret-lessly,
Trying to repress the pain in their lives,
Reassuring themselves, living with lies.
No way to break through not on my own,
Can't push away all the sorrow I've known.
Have to release every thought or care,
And take control, life is a dare.
I can start over today,
Live my life a different way.
Can't find a way to erase bad times to make
Everything okay.
I'll start over and live every single day.
Regret and memories, no remorse, no apologies
No reason for me to despair, no future at all
Ask if I care.
I got time on my side, twenty-four hours in my life.
Can't hang on to what's in my past,
Full speed ahead, hard and fast.
At the end, with each dropping sun,
Can't erase what has been done.
Who cares what happened long ago?
I don't want to know.
Can't face tomorrow with these thoughts of yesterday,
I can't escape the lies and make them go away.
Wish I had the answers to help me make it through
Can't shake these images no matter what I do.
I guess I'll use them to make me a stronger man,
I'll use each twisted, tortured memory to help me understand.
And I will learn from mistakes, that everyone makes,
Got to find a way,
I guess I'll have to live with them every single day.
Ginny now felt very depressed. She always was when she happened to remember her first year at school. She had had no friends, not even Ron, and if that isn't enough, when she finally did make a friend, it was with one of the most powerful dark wizards ever to have lived.
She pushed her dark thoughts away to the back corners of her mind. Right where you belong, she thought, trying to sound forceful.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy seemed to be having troubles condemning some thoughts of his own.
Draco sat in his bed, mulling over the events of that day.
I think I love her. Rah! I did not just think that.
I think you did.
I did no such thing.
Whatever lets you sleep at night.
Exactly. Maybe I should just kill her. The ends would justify the means, right?
Depends on what the ends are. What are we talking about?
We are talking about Ginny. Ginny freaking Weasley, and how I think I am falling for her. And "the ends" would be to forget about her, to get her out of my twisted mind.
Twisted is right. You really think that killing her is justifiable means to accomplish forgetting her?
Sure, why wouldn't it be? I put myself before anything else, and I want to forget about her, right?
Yeah...
So if she is gone, nothing to think about, right?
No... Not to mention, forgetting her isn't the best way to...forget about her. You like her, yes?
Yeah. I suppose I do.
Well then, you should (one subconscious whispered in the other's ear) and you wouldn't have to think about it.
Good idea, I think I will do that.
Draco fell asleep with a nefarious smile on his lips.
