I apologize in advance for this chap. It's a pretty big cliffhanger and I
probably won't do another one tomorrow, because I'll have homework. So,
sorry about this
Okay, I have to tell everybody this. I have 42 reviews on this story and not a single flame. This is really wonderful, and I thank you all. Wow, it just went from cloudy to gooshing rain in about ten seconds outside. Although nobody cares. Like I was saying, I don't mind criticism, I like it when I can improve my story! Jeez, lightning. I should go open a window, this is cool. Anyway, I think I just had to build up a few chaps. But I will always always always respond to every review I get. If you submit one and there's no acknowledgement in the next two or three chaps, let me know, because it'll be a mistake. Wow, that thunder is LOUD. Luv to yall, keep reviewing pleez!
Reviewer responses (I can't believe I have some, I just put up the last chap a couple hours ago! You guys rock!)
Dorothy: I think that is probably the most eloquently stated praise I have ever gotten. Thanks!
Kerbi: Okay, that was WAY more than I needed to know. Blowing up at him is okay, and even blowing him up, but.. Plus, he's not flying past anytime soon. Sorry. *looks out window hopefully * Well, a girl can dream, can't she? By the way, what happened to that slash story you were gonna write? I have to go look for it..
worldruler: I am intensely honored to be your first review. An interesting observation: the bit about making a fly's life cycle interesting? My stepfather is a population biologist, and studies genetics in flies. He could tell you a lot more about it than I could. Actually, he has told me a lot about it, and I seriously doubt I could make it sound interesting. But thanks for the confidence. Fleur and Dudley? YUCK!
Sarah () I'm still writing it!
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It was 6:55.
Ginny was in the Great Hall with Hermione, talking.
"That's the third time you've looked at your watch in the past minute. What's up, Gin?"
Ginny glanced over at Hermione. Hermione wouldn't tell. Hermione might be able to help. But she wasn't sure she wanted to tell anyone. She decided to keep it vague.
"Say someone hated someone else for a long time. Like, years. And then they discovered that the second person could be nice, and thought that maybe they had been wrong and misjudging the second person because of their reputation. But then the second person did something the first person didn't expect. And it wasn't nice. It was actually mean. And the first person changed their mind, and decided that the second person really was mean, after all. And then the second person told the first person that they knew they had made a mistake, and they didn't blame the first person for hating them, but they wanted to see the first person again. And the first person had some problems that the second person might be able to help with. Should the first person meet the second person again, or not?"
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment. "Was the first person seeing the second person- romantically?"
"The second person had made it clear that they wanted to see the first person romantically, and the first person was considering it, but hadn't made a decision."
"Is the meeting in a secluded spot, away from anyone else?"
Ginny thought about it. "It's in a semi-secluded spot. Other people might be able to hear and come help if someone called for it, but they don't usually just pass through."
"I would say there are two possibilities here. Either the second person is using the first person, or the second person is being sincere. I can't give an opinion because I don't know any specific details of the situation. It's the first person's decision."
Ginny sat and stared at her hands for a moment. Then she looked at her watch again. 7:01.
"Hermione, I have to go."
Hermione nodded. "Ginny?"
Ginny stopped.
"Be careful."
He was waiting for her when she arrived.
Draco noticed she was breathing hard. She must have decided to come at the last minute. He wasn't surprised.
"Hello, Ginny."
"Sod off, Malfoy. Why am I even here?"
Draco sighed. "Because I have some things I need to say to you."
"Then say them. I have a Potions essay to do."
"I have essays for Charms and Transfiguration, and I have to study for a History of Magic test tomorrow. But this is more important." Draco took a step toward her, and she took one backward. He sighed again. "Ginny, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, right. You're an asshole and you know it."
"Yes, I do know it. I'm a cruel person by nature. It's not my fault."
"Cut that crap!" Ginny yelled. "It is your fault! It's completely up to you, what you do with your life! You can be mean, or you can be nice. I know you can be nice. I've seen you! You've been nice to me! Was all that an act? Were you pretending, did you want something from me?"
Draco flinched. "No!"
"So you're not a sarcastic lump of ice, right? Isn't that what you said yourself?" She was getting worked up now. Draco took a deep breath.
"I am a lump of ice. I'm a jerk. You know I am. Everyone knows it. Potter, he knows it. Granger, she probably knows it best of anyone."
"Are you trying to make me convince you that you're a good person deep down or something? Because I'm not going to. Yes, I know you're a jerk. What I'm saying is, you don't have to be one."
This wasn't going anywhere. "I don't want to talk about me. I do enough of that already. What about you, Ginny? What about your life? That Corner kid, what about him? How about Potter? I'm not blind, Ginny. You have to get over him."
"This is your business how, exactly?"
Draco tried hard to keep his voice level. "Just listen to me for a minute. You know how you feel whenever Potter walks into the room? Like your insides turn cold and start moving around? Like the rest of the world somehow doesn't matter anymore? And then, whenever he blows you off, ignores you, acts like he doesn't care, it feels like you're in the middle of a crowd of dementors, like you'll never be happy again?"
She looked at him, puzzled. "How do you know all that?"
"That's the way I feel around you. Every time I see you. When I help you with your Potions homework, every time you brush your hair out of your face, I wish it was my hand instead of yours. Every time you wave goodbye, I want to run after you, to tell you to stop, to hold you. Ginny, I love you."
Draco expected her to do one of three things. Run away, yell at him, or slap him. He waited patiently for one or more of these thing to occur. Several seconds passed. She simply stood there, her lips slightly parted in surprise. He looked at them. This would be the last time he would see them up close, smiling like that. Wait a minute. She was smiling?
She finally said something. "You know, Draco, human beings are funny things. Some of the funny things we do are impulsive. Sometimes impulses turn out okay, and sometimes they don't. My God, I hope this one does."
And she kissed him.
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More reviews, please please please? *makes puppy eyes * Hey, it worked last time. Stop laughing already.
Okay, I have to tell everybody this. I have 42 reviews on this story and not a single flame. This is really wonderful, and I thank you all. Wow, it just went from cloudy to gooshing rain in about ten seconds outside. Although nobody cares. Like I was saying, I don't mind criticism, I like it when I can improve my story! Jeez, lightning. I should go open a window, this is cool. Anyway, I think I just had to build up a few chaps. But I will always always always respond to every review I get. If you submit one and there's no acknowledgement in the next two or three chaps, let me know, because it'll be a mistake. Wow, that thunder is LOUD. Luv to yall, keep reviewing pleez!
Reviewer responses (I can't believe I have some, I just put up the last chap a couple hours ago! You guys rock!)
Dorothy: I think that is probably the most eloquently stated praise I have ever gotten. Thanks!
Kerbi: Okay, that was WAY more than I needed to know. Blowing up at him is okay, and even blowing him up, but.. Plus, he's not flying past anytime soon. Sorry. *looks out window hopefully * Well, a girl can dream, can't she? By the way, what happened to that slash story you were gonna write? I have to go look for it..
worldruler: I am intensely honored to be your first review. An interesting observation: the bit about making a fly's life cycle interesting? My stepfather is a population biologist, and studies genetics in flies. He could tell you a lot more about it than I could. Actually, he has told me a lot about it, and I seriously doubt I could make it sound interesting. But thanks for the confidence. Fleur and Dudley? YUCK!
Sarah () I'm still writing it!
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It was 6:55.
Ginny was in the Great Hall with Hermione, talking.
"That's the third time you've looked at your watch in the past minute. What's up, Gin?"
Ginny glanced over at Hermione. Hermione wouldn't tell. Hermione might be able to help. But she wasn't sure she wanted to tell anyone. She decided to keep it vague.
"Say someone hated someone else for a long time. Like, years. And then they discovered that the second person could be nice, and thought that maybe they had been wrong and misjudging the second person because of their reputation. But then the second person did something the first person didn't expect. And it wasn't nice. It was actually mean. And the first person changed their mind, and decided that the second person really was mean, after all. And then the second person told the first person that they knew they had made a mistake, and they didn't blame the first person for hating them, but they wanted to see the first person again. And the first person had some problems that the second person might be able to help with. Should the first person meet the second person again, or not?"
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment. "Was the first person seeing the second person- romantically?"
"The second person had made it clear that they wanted to see the first person romantically, and the first person was considering it, but hadn't made a decision."
"Is the meeting in a secluded spot, away from anyone else?"
Ginny thought about it. "It's in a semi-secluded spot. Other people might be able to hear and come help if someone called for it, but they don't usually just pass through."
"I would say there are two possibilities here. Either the second person is using the first person, or the second person is being sincere. I can't give an opinion because I don't know any specific details of the situation. It's the first person's decision."
Ginny sat and stared at her hands for a moment. Then she looked at her watch again. 7:01.
"Hermione, I have to go."
Hermione nodded. "Ginny?"
Ginny stopped.
"Be careful."
He was waiting for her when she arrived.
Draco noticed she was breathing hard. She must have decided to come at the last minute. He wasn't surprised.
"Hello, Ginny."
"Sod off, Malfoy. Why am I even here?"
Draco sighed. "Because I have some things I need to say to you."
"Then say them. I have a Potions essay to do."
"I have essays for Charms and Transfiguration, and I have to study for a History of Magic test tomorrow. But this is more important." Draco took a step toward her, and she took one backward. He sighed again. "Ginny, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, right. You're an asshole and you know it."
"Yes, I do know it. I'm a cruel person by nature. It's not my fault."
"Cut that crap!" Ginny yelled. "It is your fault! It's completely up to you, what you do with your life! You can be mean, or you can be nice. I know you can be nice. I've seen you! You've been nice to me! Was all that an act? Were you pretending, did you want something from me?"
Draco flinched. "No!"
"So you're not a sarcastic lump of ice, right? Isn't that what you said yourself?" She was getting worked up now. Draco took a deep breath.
"I am a lump of ice. I'm a jerk. You know I am. Everyone knows it. Potter, he knows it. Granger, she probably knows it best of anyone."
"Are you trying to make me convince you that you're a good person deep down or something? Because I'm not going to. Yes, I know you're a jerk. What I'm saying is, you don't have to be one."
This wasn't going anywhere. "I don't want to talk about me. I do enough of that already. What about you, Ginny? What about your life? That Corner kid, what about him? How about Potter? I'm not blind, Ginny. You have to get over him."
"This is your business how, exactly?"
Draco tried hard to keep his voice level. "Just listen to me for a minute. You know how you feel whenever Potter walks into the room? Like your insides turn cold and start moving around? Like the rest of the world somehow doesn't matter anymore? And then, whenever he blows you off, ignores you, acts like he doesn't care, it feels like you're in the middle of a crowd of dementors, like you'll never be happy again?"
She looked at him, puzzled. "How do you know all that?"
"That's the way I feel around you. Every time I see you. When I help you with your Potions homework, every time you brush your hair out of your face, I wish it was my hand instead of yours. Every time you wave goodbye, I want to run after you, to tell you to stop, to hold you. Ginny, I love you."
Draco expected her to do one of three things. Run away, yell at him, or slap him. He waited patiently for one or more of these thing to occur. Several seconds passed. She simply stood there, her lips slightly parted in surprise. He looked at them. This would be the last time he would see them up close, smiling like that. Wait a minute. She was smiling?
She finally said something. "You know, Draco, human beings are funny things. Some of the funny things we do are impulsive. Sometimes impulses turn out okay, and sometimes they don't. My God, I hope this one does."
And she kissed him.
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More reviews, please please please? *makes puppy eyes * Hey, it worked last time. Stop laughing already.