The next couple of days were hazy, Ginny barely remembered doing anything.
She forgot about going to her classes and to dinner. She didn't know what
made her feel this way and she didn't like it. So here she sat in the
library making up homework, wearing a black sweater and jeans, hair pulled
back into a ponytail, leaning on her hand staring down at her blank
parchment.
She avoided Hermione just as much as Hermione avoided her. Harry and Ron were completely annoying, always bugging her about stupid things, like "where were you on Friday?" She was really sick of it, and just wished the year was over, instead of beginning.
Her thoughts drifted to her mother and father. She never gave them credit, always sick of being who she was to care for them. A single tear slid down her face when she thought what her parents would think if they found out. Ron would tell them if he knew. She would often wonder why she would carry all this guilt. She didn't like it and wanted to be a new Ginny, a girl whom everyone liked, everyone admired, and could get any respectable guy, who like her for who she was.
"Stop wishing Ginny, it just makes you cry harder" she whispered to herself not noticing someone sitting behind her.
Draco was sitting at a table doing his work, he was there all day, when he looked up and saw Ginny walking in, and setting her stuff down quietly. He noticed how she kept to herself and he admired that.
He wanted to talk to her, but how could he when she was avoiding everyone? He basically through the fact that she wasn't good enough in her face and he didn't know how to start a conversation now. So he sat silently watching her, noticing how delicate she was, all she wanted was someone to confide in, just like he wanted.
Ginny's head fell to the side as she looked at her open books and empty parchment. She picked up her quill and dabbed it in the ink, and very slowly began to write. She kept writing her thoughts and wishes over and over. She thought if she wrote it down, it would get out and she wouldn't dwell on it.
She smiled slightly as she wrote Draco Malfoy, she also felt a tingle. Not knowing why but shrugging and continuing her writing.
Draco felt warm when he saw a smile curve on the edge of her lips. He loved the way she looked, she was naturally beautiful. She didn't need to wear makeup or fancy clothes, although she looked beyond great when painted up. He looked down at his work and continued his writing, with a smile plastered on his face.
"Why are you sitting over here?" a cold shrieking voice made him shutter. He looked up and saw Pansy.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Hello, the bet, Ginny is sitting right there" he looked over to see if she heard, she hadn't, probably wasn't paying attention to anything.
"Right" he grabbed his things and walked over to her desk setting them down. She looked up and stared at him.
"Can I sit?"
"Yes" he smiled and sat but frowned when she grabbed her stuff and walked out. He heard laughing and looked over his shoulder to see, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle laughing and pointing at him.
He wasn't going to give up, so grabbing his stuff and running out he chased her.
"Ginny" he called.
She glared up at the ceiling and kept walking.
"Ginny wait"
She kept walking faster and faster.
"Ginny would you stop" he yelled grabbing her wrist.
She glared at the ground and clenched her jaw.
"What is your problem?"
"I really don't want to talk to you" she almost whispered.
"Why not?" he said hotly.
She looked up at him "you'll just insult me, why should I, you know I really thought you were different from,"
"From what, you never knew me"
"I knew enough"
"Why don't you give me the chance you were giving me?"
"I really just want to concentrate on my studies,"
"And isolating yourself?" he said calmly
"I can't do this, I can't talk to you"
"Why, why can't you just give me a chance?"
"Why don't you go ask Hermione, she surely gave you more than a chance!"
"And what about Blaise?"
That did it she was stung, it hurt her to hear his name, tears came down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry" he said stepping closer but she backed away.
"Why don't you tell that to Hermione, I am not the one you crushed, it was her" Ginny turned on her heel and walked up the stone steps. He watched her for a moment and then thought about what she said. Hermione, he did just use her, she wasn't all that bad but maybe if he made it good with her, and it would be good with Ginny.
So he went searching for her, he had to find her. Then thought, she is always hiding behind her books. And strode off to the library, and sure enough he found her, pretending to read a book in her hand.
"Hermione?" he said while setting his stuff down on the desk.
She looked up with her tear stained face.
"O gods are you ok?" he sat next to her rubbing her back.
"Draco, please, I think we've done enough together"
"I just wanted to say I'm, I'm s-sorry"
She looked surprised "you're sorry?"
He nodded.
"Sorry for what?" she snapped.
"For you know"
"Leave me alone, I don't know why I, just go ok" she looked back down at her book.
"Hermione listen"
She slapped him in the face "I said leave me alone"
He stared at her in shock.
"Are you too stupid to comprehend what I said?"
"No I'll go mudblood, you stupid little whore, and I wasn't sorry, I hope you like being used cause that's all anyone would do you for" he walked out clenching his jaw.
He walked down to the dungeons pissed that he ever listened to Ginny, how could he Draco Malfoy say sorry to a mudblood? Next time he saw Ginny she was toast, he couldn't believe her.
**********
The next day during breakfast, Ginny hadn't seemed in the mood, so she picked at her eggs.
"Weasly may I talk to you?" he snapped, she looked up a little confused.
"About?"
"Do it now" he demanded grabbing her wrist and dragging her out of the hall. He threw her hand when they reached a dark corner.
"I can't believe I EVER said sorry to you or that stupid mudblood"
"Oh, what's a matter, your sex life not going well?"
He pushed Ginny up against the wall "Don't fuck with me Weasly"
"I have a name" she spat.
"And it's lovely" he hissed.
"Then why don't you say it?"
"You're not afraid of me?" he said casually.
"Why would I, I really don't think you would hurt me"
"NO?" he said raising an eyebrow
"Do then, hit me" she said lazily.
He raised his hand staring at her, she watched him, boring her eyes in to him the way he always had to her.
His hand lowered and his grip loosened, he took a step back and looked at her.
"You're the only person I have ever backed down from, beside my father"
"OHHH, aren't I special"
"I am serious"
"I am too, now see around Malfoy"
"Stop" he grabbed her arm.
She looked at him expectantly.
"Truce" he held out his hand.
She looked at it skeptically then back up at him. He raised his eyebrows waiting for her response.
She shook it and smiled "truce"
She avoided Hermione just as much as Hermione avoided her. Harry and Ron were completely annoying, always bugging her about stupid things, like "where were you on Friday?" She was really sick of it, and just wished the year was over, instead of beginning.
Her thoughts drifted to her mother and father. She never gave them credit, always sick of being who she was to care for them. A single tear slid down her face when she thought what her parents would think if they found out. Ron would tell them if he knew. She would often wonder why she would carry all this guilt. She didn't like it and wanted to be a new Ginny, a girl whom everyone liked, everyone admired, and could get any respectable guy, who like her for who she was.
"Stop wishing Ginny, it just makes you cry harder" she whispered to herself not noticing someone sitting behind her.
Draco was sitting at a table doing his work, he was there all day, when he looked up and saw Ginny walking in, and setting her stuff down quietly. He noticed how she kept to herself and he admired that.
He wanted to talk to her, but how could he when she was avoiding everyone? He basically through the fact that she wasn't good enough in her face and he didn't know how to start a conversation now. So he sat silently watching her, noticing how delicate she was, all she wanted was someone to confide in, just like he wanted.
Ginny's head fell to the side as she looked at her open books and empty parchment. She picked up her quill and dabbed it in the ink, and very slowly began to write. She kept writing her thoughts and wishes over and over. She thought if she wrote it down, it would get out and she wouldn't dwell on it.
She smiled slightly as she wrote Draco Malfoy, she also felt a tingle. Not knowing why but shrugging and continuing her writing.
Draco felt warm when he saw a smile curve on the edge of her lips. He loved the way she looked, she was naturally beautiful. She didn't need to wear makeup or fancy clothes, although she looked beyond great when painted up. He looked down at his work and continued his writing, with a smile plastered on his face.
"Why are you sitting over here?" a cold shrieking voice made him shutter. He looked up and saw Pansy.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Hello, the bet, Ginny is sitting right there" he looked over to see if she heard, she hadn't, probably wasn't paying attention to anything.
"Right" he grabbed his things and walked over to her desk setting them down. She looked up and stared at him.
"Can I sit?"
"Yes" he smiled and sat but frowned when she grabbed her stuff and walked out. He heard laughing and looked over his shoulder to see, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle laughing and pointing at him.
He wasn't going to give up, so grabbing his stuff and running out he chased her.
"Ginny" he called.
She glared up at the ceiling and kept walking.
"Ginny wait"
She kept walking faster and faster.
"Ginny would you stop" he yelled grabbing her wrist.
She glared at the ground and clenched her jaw.
"What is your problem?"
"I really don't want to talk to you" she almost whispered.
"Why not?" he said hotly.
She looked up at him "you'll just insult me, why should I, you know I really thought you were different from,"
"From what, you never knew me"
"I knew enough"
"Why don't you give me the chance you were giving me?"
"I really just want to concentrate on my studies,"
"And isolating yourself?" he said calmly
"I can't do this, I can't talk to you"
"Why, why can't you just give me a chance?"
"Why don't you go ask Hermione, she surely gave you more than a chance!"
"And what about Blaise?"
That did it she was stung, it hurt her to hear his name, tears came down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry" he said stepping closer but she backed away.
"Why don't you tell that to Hermione, I am not the one you crushed, it was her" Ginny turned on her heel and walked up the stone steps. He watched her for a moment and then thought about what she said. Hermione, he did just use her, she wasn't all that bad but maybe if he made it good with her, and it would be good with Ginny.
So he went searching for her, he had to find her. Then thought, she is always hiding behind her books. And strode off to the library, and sure enough he found her, pretending to read a book in her hand.
"Hermione?" he said while setting his stuff down on the desk.
She looked up with her tear stained face.
"O gods are you ok?" he sat next to her rubbing her back.
"Draco, please, I think we've done enough together"
"I just wanted to say I'm, I'm s-sorry"
She looked surprised "you're sorry?"
He nodded.
"Sorry for what?" she snapped.
"For you know"
"Leave me alone, I don't know why I, just go ok" she looked back down at her book.
"Hermione listen"
She slapped him in the face "I said leave me alone"
He stared at her in shock.
"Are you too stupid to comprehend what I said?"
"No I'll go mudblood, you stupid little whore, and I wasn't sorry, I hope you like being used cause that's all anyone would do you for" he walked out clenching his jaw.
He walked down to the dungeons pissed that he ever listened to Ginny, how could he Draco Malfoy say sorry to a mudblood? Next time he saw Ginny she was toast, he couldn't believe her.
**********
The next day during breakfast, Ginny hadn't seemed in the mood, so she picked at her eggs.
"Weasly may I talk to you?" he snapped, she looked up a little confused.
"About?"
"Do it now" he demanded grabbing her wrist and dragging her out of the hall. He threw her hand when they reached a dark corner.
"I can't believe I EVER said sorry to you or that stupid mudblood"
"Oh, what's a matter, your sex life not going well?"
He pushed Ginny up against the wall "Don't fuck with me Weasly"
"I have a name" she spat.
"And it's lovely" he hissed.
"Then why don't you say it?"
"You're not afraid of me?" he said casually.
"Why would I, I really don't think you would hurt me"
"NO?" he said raising an eyebrow
"Do then, hit me" she said lazily.
He raised his hand staring at her, she watched him, boring her eyes in to him the way he always had to her.
His hand lowered and his grip loosened, he took a step back and looked at her.
"You're the only person I have ever backed down from, beside my father"
"OHHH, aren't I special"
"I am serious"
"I am too, now see around Malfoy"
"Stop" he grabbed her arm.
She looked at him expectantly.
"Truce" he held out his hand.
She looked at it skeptically then back up at him. He raised his eyebrows waiting for her response.
She shook it and smiled "truce"