Chapter Six
Draco's Confession and Harry's Interruption
He watched Potter walk away briskly and angrily. He shook his head and turned to look at the Creevey boy who stared around without seeing anything. Friends and relatives were going home, the crowd that was once in front of the house already thinning.
He stood stubbornly and stared up into the room that he knew Ginny was in alone at the moment. What happened? If Potter had chosen the other girl, then he did still have a chance to tell Ginny how he felt.
The Weasleys were ushering friends and relatives home, but Draco wasn't going. Not until he knew what happened. He stood there, his cold eyes as emotionless as ever, still watching the window with steady eyes.
"Go home, Malfoy," Ron spat, his red hair fluffed. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco, but Draco didn't do as much as flinch. "There is nothing left here for you. You're not even supposed to be here in the first place."
Draco reluctantly took his eyes away from the window and glanced at Ron before returning his gaze to it. "I'm not leaving until I talk to Ginny, Weasley. She and I have a matter to discuss before I can leave," he spat out as cold. "Leave me alone and I'll leave when I feel like it."
Ron's four brothers joined him and he still didn't flinch. He kept staring at the window as if it would answer all of his questions.
"What's the matter, Ron?" the oldest one with the long hair and earring asked. He held his fist threateningly, his eyes daring Draco to challenge him.
Draco finally fixed them with a stable gaze and waited for anything to happen. He would have shot them a cool comeback, but he needed to talk to Ginny and getting on their bad sides wouldn't get him anywhere near her. He'd understood her brothers to be rather protective of her.
"Malfoy here won't go home," Ron answered his brother without taking his eyes off of Draco. "I suspect we'll have to make him leave by force, don't you agree?"
The other brother, younger than the one with the long hair but not one of the twins stepped forward, his eyes challenging. "Is this the bloody Slytherin who hurt Ginny in her fourth year?" he asked with a hint of mock. "Perhaps we should use force to make him leave. Make him feel the pain that he put our little Ginny through."
He was answered with a nod from the others and they stepped forward, but Draco didn't retreat. He was a Malfoy and he had his pride. If they were going to do anything threatening, then he'd have to defend himself.
"Boys," their father yelled, "exactly what do you think you're doing? Come back over here and let Mr. Malfoy go home."
One of the twins laughed sarcastically and said, "That's just the problem, dad, he won't leave."
"Why not?" he asked them, stepping off the porch. Draco noticed his wife standing by the door, a hand shielding her eyes from the sun. He came towards them and watched Draco with questioning eyes. "What do you want? There is no wedding and you were not invited."
Draco wanted to say something, he wanted to tell them what he thought, but he couldn't. His business with Ginny was too important to not be given an effort. He glanced at the window once more before answering in the nicest voice he had. "I need to talk to Ginny. It's very important."
"What do you need to talk to her about?" he asked, his eyes very suspicious. "If you want to get through to her, you have to tell us."
He sighed. The last thing he wanted was for the whole Weasley family to know why he needed to talk to her. He wanted her to know about it first before he told anyone else.
"I would gladly tell you all, but I want Ginny to hear it first," he said, his voice filled with impatience. He stared from one to the other, knowing he wasn't getting anywhere. "Please," and that was the first time he had ever said please, "I really need to speak with her. I want to apologize to her about what happened before."
The one with the long hair raised an eyebrow and grabbed Draco by his robes. Draco was the only person there who wasn't dressed in muggle clothing. "Whatever it is, it isn't so important that you waited this long to tell her. Go home, Malfoy. There isn't anything for you here."
Draco shook his head and pulled his robes away, gasping. He was so determined to get to her that he wasn't afraid of any of them. "Fine, then I'll have to do what I thought I would never have to."
He pushed passed all of them and rushed to the house. When he reached the shocked Mrs. Weasley, he managed to gasp an apology to her, (his first time ever apologizing to the Weasleys and not the last), and ran past her.
She let out a surprised pant and he could hear the pounding of footsteps behind him cease. She probably stopped them, understanding that his intentions were not bad ones.
Draco rushed up the stairs and into the hallway, searching for the room that Ginny might be in. Lucky enough, the sound of sobbing reached his range of hearing and he went to the door, opening it gently.
What he saw saddened his heart and made him hate Potter even more. He wanted to take him by the neck and strangle him for ever hurting her that bad.
She was in a corner, her face in her hands. Her three sisters-in-law were around her, trying to comfort her without any luck.
"I'll take her," he said quietly and picked her up gently after the three women had cleared away. He carried her to the bed and gently set her down. He tried to pull away, but she clung to him, her sobs breaking his heart.
The three women understood their cue and left the room in silence. Draco was left in the room with Ginny, her tears beginning to soak up his robe. The light outside began to lessen and shadows were thrown against the wall.
In his arms, she cried out her broken heart until she had no more tears left. Then she quieted down and settled into the comfort of his arms, sniffing. She snuggled in until finally, he set her down. She had protested, but he showed her that he was only going to light the candles.
When he returned, she climbed back into his arms, her wedding gown ruffling. He held her again and picked up her chin with his index finger. There was so much sadness in them that his heart ripped apart once again.
"Ginny," he whispered her name. She shivered involuntarily and glanced into his gray eyes only to find herself looking away again. He knew why. She was still angry that he let her go in her fourth year. Actually, truth was, they hid anything sweet between themselves from the rest of the world. It was best that no one knew what really went on between them. They really had loved each other.
"Ginny," he tried again. "Please look at me. I went through so much to get here. Can't you at least just look at me? Damnit, Ginny! You don't understand anything, do you?"
She kept her gaze from his, her eyes still sad. He shook his head in disbelief and scoffed. "Blimey, Ginny, can't you at least forget that no good, Potter and look at me. I've got something to explain to you."
Her chocolate eyes finally looked up and tears filled them. She closed her eyes for half a second before opening them again. "What?" she asked, her voice very low and soft. "What was it that you went through so much just to tell me?"
"I." he began but there was a rap at the door and they were interrupted. It slowly opened to reveal none other then Harry. He stared at them and there was rage there, but he swallowed it and stared at Ginny.
"Ginny," Harry said, "can I speak to you in private for a second? I think I really need to explain to you everything. You deserve an answer more than anyone."
She nodded and stared up at Draco. What he had to tell her was important, but it didn't seem so to her. He nodded to show her it was okay and he stepped out, hurt in his heart. She would rather speak with this no good person who hurt her and leave him in the cold. Obviously, what he had to say wasn't important at all. Her brothers were right, there was nothing for him there.
A\N: Yes, look what he did. He came in on something very important that Draco had to tell her. Wells, read and review. And next chapter: Ginny talks to Harry and there is an understanding between them.
Draco's Confession and Harry's Interruption
He watched Potter walk away briskly and angrily. He shook his head and turned to look at the Creevey boy who stared around without seeing anything. Friends and relatives were going home, the crowd that was once in front of the house already thinning.
He stood stubbornly and stared up into the room that he knew Ginny was in alone at the moment. What happened? If Potter had chosen the other girl, then he did still have a chance to tell Ginny how he felt.
The Weasleys were ushering friends and relatives home, but Draco wasn't going. Not until he knew what happened. He stood there, his cold eyes as emotionless as ever, still watching the window with steady eyes.
"Go home, Malfoy," Ron spat, his red hair fluffed. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco, but Draco didn't do as much as flinch. "There is nothing left here for you. You're not even supposed to be here in the first place."
Draco reluctantly took his eyes away from the window and glanced at Ron before returning his gaze to it. "I'm not leaving until I talk to Ginny, Weasley. She and I have a matter to discuss before I can leave," he spat out as cold. "Leave me alone and I'll leave when I feel like it."
Ron's four brothers joined him and he still didn't flinch. He kept staring at the window as if it would answer all of his questions.
"What's the matter, Ron?" the oldest one with the long hair and earring asked. He held his fist threateningly, his eyes daring Draco to challenge him.
Draco finally fixed them with a stable gaze and waited for anything to happen. He would have shot them a cool comeback, but he needed to talk to Ginny and getting on their bad sides wouldn't get him anywhere near her. He'd understood her brothers to be rather protective of her.
"Malfoy here won't go home," Ron answered his brother without taking his eyes off of Draco. "I suspect we'll have to make him leave by force, don't you agree?"
The other brother, younger than the one with the long hair but not one of the twins stepped forward, his eyes challenging. "Is this the bloody Slytherin who hurt Ginny in her fourth year?" he asked with a hint of mock. "Perhaps we should use force to make him leave. Make him feel the pain that he put our little Ginny through."
He was answered with a nod from the others and they stepped forward, but Draco didn't retreat. He was a Malfoy and he had his pride. If they were going to do anything threatening, then he'd have to defend himself.
"Boys," their father yelled, "exactly what do you think you're doing? Come back over here and let Mr. Malfoy go home."
One of the twins laughed sarcastically and said, "That's just the problem, dad, he won't leave."
"Why not?" he asked them, stepping off the porch. Draco noticed his wife standing by the door, a hand shielding her eyes from the sun. He came towards them and watched Draco with questioning eyes. "What do you want? There is no wedding and you were not invited."
Draco wanted to say something, he wanted to tell them what he thought, but he couldn't. His business with Ginny was too important to not be given an effort. He glanced at the window once more before answering in the nicest voice he had. "I need to talk to Ginny. It's very important."
"What do you need to talk to her about?" he asked, his eyes very suspicious. "If you want to get through to her, you have to tell us."
He sighed. The last thing he wanted was for the whole Weasley family to know why he needed to talk to her. He wanted her to know about it first before he told anyone else.
"I would gladly tell you all, but I want Ginny to hear it first," he said, his voice filled with impatience. He stared from one to the other, knowing he wasn't getting anywhere. "Please," and that was the first time he had ever said please, "I really need to speak with her. I want to apologize to her about what happened before."
The one with the long hair raised an eyebrow and grabbed Draco by his robes. Draco was the only person there who wasn't dressed in muggle clothing. "Whatever it is, it isn't so important that you waited this long to tell her. Go home, Malfoy. There isn't anything for you here."
Draco shook his head and pulled his robes away, gasping. He was so determined to get to her that he wasn't afraid of any of them. "Fine, then I'll have to do what I thought I would never have to."
He pushed passed all of them and rushed to the house. When he reached the shocked Mrs. Weasley, he managed to gasp an apology to her, (his first time ever apologizing to the Weasleys and not the last), and ran past her.
She let out a surprised pant and he could hear the pounding of footsteps behind him cease. She probably stopped them, understanding that his intentions were not bad ones.
Draco rushed up the stairs and into the hallway, searching for the room that Ginny might be in. Lucky enough, the sound of sobbing reached his range of hearing and he went to the door, opening it gently.
What he saw saddened his heart and made him hate Potter even more. He wanted to take him by the neck and strangle him for ever hurting her that bad.
She was in a corner, her face in her hands. Her three sisters-in-law were around her, trying to comfort her without any luck.
"I'll take her," he said quietly and picked her up gently after the three women had cleared away. He carried her to the bed and gently set her down. He tried to pull away, but she clung to him, her sobs breaking his heart.
The three women understood their cue and left the room in silence. Draco was left in the room with Ginny, her tears beginning to soak up his robe. The light outside began to lessen and shadows were thrown against the wall.
In his arms, she cried out her broken heart until she had no more tears left. Then she quieted down and settled into the comfort of his arms, sniffing. She snuggled in until finally, he set her down. She had protested, but he showed her that he was only going to light the candles.
When he returned, she climbed back into his arms, her wedding gown ruffling. He held her again and picked up her chin with his index finger. There was so much sadness in them that his heart ripped apart once again.
"Ginny," he whispered her name. She shivered involuntarily and glanced into his gray eyes only to find herself looking away again. He knew why. She was still angry that he let her go in her fourth year. Actually, truth was, they hid anything sweet between themselves from the rest of the world. It was best that no one knew what really went on between them. They really had loved each other.
"Ginny," he tried again. "Please look at me. I went through so much to get here. Can't you at least just look at me? Damnit, Ginny! You don't understand anything, do you?"
She kept her gaze from his, her eyes still sad. He shook his head in disbelief and scoffed. "Blimey, Ginny, can't you at least forget that no good, Potter and look at me. I've got something to explain to you."
Her chocolate eyes finally looked up and tears filled them. She closed her eyes for half a second before opening them again. "What?" she asked, her voice very low and soft. "What was it that you went through so much just to tell me?"
"I." he began but there was a rap at the door and they were interrupted. It slowly opened to reveal none other then Harry. He stared at them and there was rage there, but he swallowed it and stared at Ginny.
"Ginny," Harry said, "can I speak to you in private for a second? I think I really need to explain to you everything. You deserve an answer more than anyone."
She nodded and stared up at Draco. What he had to tell her was important, but it didn't seem so to her. He nodded to show her it was okay and he stepped out, hurt in his heart. She would rather speak with this no good person who hurt her and leave him in the cold. Obviously, what he had to say wasn't important at all. Her brothers were right, there was nothing for him there.
A\N: Yes, look what he did. He came in on something very important that Draco had to tell her. Wells, read and review. And next chapter: Ginny talks to Harry and there is an understanding between them.