PCH5. A lesson never learned. Part OneP A/N It's been way way way too long since I've updated. Apologies Apologies readers! DISCLAIMER: O God No, they're not mine, because if they were, I'd have them doing nasty things all the time, and you wouldn't want you're five year old reading that now would you? -- A few days passed on, Ginny of course still heartbroken, wondering what she should do now, now that this had happened. And Draco, now that he had run out on her after a passionate ritual, felt like a soul-less moron. He really didn't want to leave, no, he would have stayed his entire life and even after in her arms. But now, after all of this he seemed to cast his eyes downward whenever they crossed paths in the crowded corridors of Hogwarts.
Potter and Weasly never even cared to look at him anymore, Draco figured that they had found out what had happened. Ginny probably didn't want them to get involved, and that was quite all right with him. He had taken a few blows from Harry during Quidditch and figured if he hit that hard on a broom that it would intensify ten-fold on the ground. Even so, none of this stopped his heartache, and none of this changed how he acted. Still acting like he owned the world, he strut about and smirked like always. Except he didn't taunt Potter or Weasly, he didn't want them to get involved either.
So on this went, a torture for his body and mind, morning and night. Until one day... A/N I just wanted to put something really quick in....kinda to get my readers back in....I promise there is another chapter after this! Go, click the button, go....shoo!