Abandon

It was early mid-morning when Ginny leaped out of bed in wonderment of a thought that had just occurred to her. Draco had said Devon had been at the dinner party his father had been hosting - but Draco's father didn't associate with muggles; it didn't make any sense...

Unless...Ginny buried her face in her hands, red tendrils of her hair wavering over her hands. Unless he was a wizard...but that was crazy, impossible...Devon always showed her homework assignments from his school...

But of course, said a voice in the back of her mind logically. You never told him you were a witch...and when he asked about your school, you took out some homework from elementary school, second grade, remember?

Ginny had heard that tone of voice before...she could remember that same voice saying 'do you?' in that logical range.

I wish he were dead.

Do you?

It was Hermione's voice.

~*~

Seven more days till Christmas.

Draco Malfoy stood outside, his hands in his pockets, staring around as if he was seeing everything for the first time.

He couldn't believe he had just spent a whole week at the Burrow. Or that he had lasted a whole week. The only attractive thing he found in the Weasley clan was Ginny. The youngest, the only daughter, the one they protected the most. She was cute, not beautiful, of course, but cute in her own way. He found her hair the most intriguing. Red hair tumbling to her shoulders in wavy curls, light freckles spread out on her nose, cheeks blushing whenever he was near him; she smelled like a sweet fragrance of wine.

God damnit, you're so screwed you're actually getting sappy over a Weasley, he scolded himself.

"Malfoy?"

Draco turned around, and was surprised to see that it was Harry, clothed in regular jeans, a shirt that was a bit over-sized for him, a peculiar expression on his face.

"Listen...did I get drunk last night?" he asked.

Draco fought the extreme urge to smirk. "Yes."

"Yes? Are you sure?" Harry asked again, as if he was making sure it was not a joke Draco was playing on him.

"Well...unless you blurt out your innermost secrets and topple over just for the hell of it."

"Innermost secrets?" Harry repeated in horror.

Draco let himself smirk this time, pushing away a strand of silver-blonde from his face. "It's okay, Potter. Nothing to be ashamed of...I won't tell anybody you like-"

"I don't like anyone," Harry retorted furiously, auburn crept to his cheeks.

"Oh, true," Draco said, nodding. "You love her."

And without a word, Draco pushed past him and entered the damaged door of the Burrow, while Harry stood outside, his lips moving wordlessly.

~*~

"This is - um, very good dinner," Ron said conversationally, smiling at his mother.

His mother smiled back. "Thank you, Ron, dear."

Ginny almost snorted as she forked her food, frowning. She had no appetite to eat at all. She gave a sidelong glance to Draco, who was sitting beside her, doing the same. Except he did not touch the dinner at all. Instead, he had his hands placed near the plate, looking down at his glass as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Ginny continued to stare at him, smiling timidly without knowing it as she observed his angelic face. She had an instinct to reach out and...

"Err...what're you doing?" Draco widened his eyes as she touched his hair in a tender motion.

Ginny pulled her hand away, quickly blushing a bright shade of pink. "Sorry," she croaked, trying to ignore everyone's eyes poring into her.

"I don't think - I don't think I am hungry," she finally whispered, and carefully slid out of her chair and walked away from the dining room.

"What's with her?" Ron hissed to Harry, but Harry wasn't paying attention at all. He stared down at his now empty plate, looking at it dreamily.

"Err...Harry?"

Harry's head snapped upwards. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Sure, yeah...um, I am not hungry either," he hurriedly said, and leaped up from his chair and practically ran out of the room.

"Me either," Draco and Hermione suddenly said at the same time, and left the room together, leaving the only people at the table Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and the confused looking Fred and George.

Mrs. Weasley was utmost confused and outraged. "Is there something wrong with the food? Tell me the truth."

~*~

Ginny's feet dangled from the bed, and she looked at them in concentration as a blur of colors began to befall before her eyes. There's nothing to be afraid of, she told herself cautiously. So, Devon is a wizard. And you're a witch. But you're not dangerous, are you? She closed her eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath that sharply echoed throughout the room.

But he was dangerous, she reminded herself, uncomfortable. He was very dangerous, and you had no idea he was...

There was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," greeted Ginny in the tiniest voice. The door swung open to reveal a puzzled and tired looking Draco Malfoy.

"What - what is it?" she asked, blushing a bright red.

"Nothing."

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know," he answered uneasily.

"Oh. So, want to sit down?" she invited.

"I don't know."

"Do you want to leave?"

"I don't know."

Ginny laughed, and his eyes lit up instantly at the sound, and he poised forward, and with slight hesitance, he sat beside her on the bed with a plop and began dreamily twirling one of her red strands in his thumb.

"What're you doing?" she asked, closing her eyes to the magnetic electricity that fell through her whole body as he did this.

"I am imitating you, isn't that obvious?" he asked, an uplift curling in his mouth.

"I didn't know what I was doing," she argued.

"Of course you didn't," Draco retorted, no expression in his voice.

"Look, I really didn't..." She trailed off in a strangled muffled sound as he leaned forward, and captured her lips with his. Her woeful eyes stretched wide, still opened as his kiss continued. It was a soft, insomnious kiss, something she had never experienced before. Gently he kissed her, one hand on her shoulder, moving his lips against hers in perfect rhythm. She gave a sigh as he forced her to tilt backwards, so that he could nip at the side of her mouth. His tongue tried to separate her mouth desperately, but she pulled away from him before he could, her lips brushing across his chin before parting away.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ginny asked harshly, moving away from him in a safe distance.

"I was..." Draco seemed to be speechless; at a extreme loss for words. "I was kissing you, of course," he finally finished.

"But why?" Ginny challenged, her cheeks flushed with defeat, her lips bright pink from his touch.

"Why does there have to be a reason? Why can't I just kiss you because I want to? Because I am in the mood?" Draco shrugged carelessly.

"In the mood?" she shrieked. "In the mood for what, exactly?" Ginny sat upright, her brown eyes boring into his. The intensity in the air hovered between them frantically, refusing to go away.

"Well..." He seemed to have no appropriate answer for this.

"Well what? Aren't you going to answer?"


"This was a bad idea, I am going to go," he notified her.

"Fine, then, go," she replied curtly, feeling dread fill her stomach. Her heart skipped as he stood up, and promptly left, closing the door behind him. Ginny stood up slowly, numb in disbelief and happiness of what had just happened, and a bit of disappointment as well. She pressed her forehead against the closed door, as if wishing it to open again.

~*~

What the hell was that!? Draco thought to himself as he fell back onto his bed. Why the hell did you kiss her, you stupid, sexily handsome ...err...moronic dimwit...

Because, another part of his mind insisted carefully. Because she looked cute, and she looked...well, I felt sorry for her. After what happened with her with the Devon business and all.

That's no reason to kiss her, you idiotic bastard! he scolded himself, burying his face in his hands. After everything that happened with your father, how can you just kiss a Weasley? Was it to make him mad? Because he can't really see you, you know...

I don't know, I don't know, he kept telling himself. Why did I do that? Why? Why? Why?

"Why damn it?" he asked himself. "Why, why, why, why, why, why, why..."

"You know, Malfoy, the first sign of insanity is when you talk to yourself," said a coy, amused voice beside him. Draco lurched up from his bed, and looked around the bedroom in which contained three beds. And all of them was vacant - so who was talking?

"Ummm...who's there?" he asked, trying to drown out the fear in his voice. Draco had heard that voice before - but where?

"Don't tell me you're scared, Malfoy...not after everything your father said about what a strong-willed leader his son would be?" said the mocking voice.

"Who is there?" Draco repeated, spitting out each word through his gritted teeth. Before he knew what was happening, he felt something hard poke at his forehead, and a muttered incantation before he fell back into the bed with a hard plunge, hitting his head on sharply, his arms and legs intertwined in agony and pain.

And all that was visible was the darkness that surrounded the back of his eyelids, before he saw a windswept flash of several colors.

~*~

There you go. The kiss. So review and you can get the seventh chapter as fast as you like :) .