**Sorry its taken so long, guys! I've had some serious projects to do, but
my mind has been centered on this story! By the way, I've moved my story
from general to romance. : Blows nose in large hankie: It just seemed
right, okay? I'm sorry!**
Chapter Six
Draco eased through the hallways, rushing towards the Gryffindor dorms. Just leave, his mind whispered impatiently, let her go. She doesn't have to know anything, you idiot. All you have to do is give in.
Draco scowled menacingly. It was this type of thought that made him jerk back and want to argue with himself to the point of insanity. He knew that one part of him strived for perfection in the Malfoy family, but the other was what he called his 'weak' side. Some people called it a conscience, or a compassionate soul. He simply called it a menace to the human race. It nagged him, pushed him to do things that no Malfoy has ever done, which was carry compassion for another. Luckily, he kept this part of him enclosed deep within him.
Why should he be expected to care? Just look at his father. Smart, rich, famous, and feared by all. Draco stopped then, thinking of that last value. He was feared by all. Even he feared him when his father intended on hitting him for letting something simple fall, like a failure or misplaced object.
And even though his mother was stonehearted, she still cared enough for him to hate his father. Their arguments spread from every wall of his dark mind, eating their way inside of his frail thoughts. And though she always carried a large bruise on one side of her face, preferably under her left eye, she always told Draco that he was her only love, and never pressed any damage upon his own body.
"Times have changed, you brat", he heard his father say. He could still remember that Saturday when his father spoke to him so coldly. "Stop acting as if you care for others. That's a sign of pure weakness, and I won't let you embarrass me in front of the administrators." He grabbed Draco by his collar. "Don't be so stupid, son. And don't shame yourself by being weak. Do what I've always done. Take what you want and kill if you have to." Then his father smiled craftily, letting go of his tight grip against Draco's collar and skin. "Nevermind, Draco. Let's change that just a bit. Take what you want and kill when you want to. Don't shame me, boy."
Draco paused a bit longer, propping himself against the cold walls. He realized that he had done exactly what his father had wanted all this time. Though money and power was what Draco lived for, he was empty, and stupid for listening to his father.
He let out a long sigh as he noticed that he was only a few steps from the entrance to the dorms. His footsteps became quiet as he came to the picture against the old wall.
Without glancing up, he thought for a moment, waiting for the password to renew itself into his mind. Then he smiled as the words glistened as if they were dancing in front of his eyes.
"Archimedes." He whispered with his eyes edged to the ground, never moving from their staring position. He knew that sooner or later he would need to know the password to the dorms. He thought that he would need to know it when he found a way to kill Potter. Now it was just to find an idiot.
He sighed deeply, and then moved inside, taking a quick left down the corridor. There were several doors that he could have opened to enter, but he had a hunch that the right entrance was the one with the words 'Eat Dirt Snape' burned into the wood and a lovely illustration of Draco with his eyes X'd out.
He admired the picture for a moment, noticing how imperfect his hair seemed, and then kicked the door slightly, popping it open.
He had obviously interrupted a meeting since there were at least eight boys in a circle in the center of the room, eyes bulging out from their sockets. He scanned what he considered a small closet, until the boy's familiar face came into view.
Red hair, a vacant expression, and an old, hand-me-down robe. The clues just seemed to all pile together. "Ah, there you are, Weasley." He smirked. "We need to talk."
Ron looked around the room, for a moment. Strangely, Draco didn't think the vacant expression could get worse, but.It could.
He noticed that every boy was on his feet now, wands in hand. Even the infamous Potter seemed precociously aligned, his glasses folded behind him. Staring closer, he noticed a large red bruise crested an inch to the left of his scar.
Draco glanced at it in wonder, but the answer sprung to him. Potter + bad eyesight = large poles to slam in to.
"Malfoy, how the heck did you get in the dorms?" Ron spit, grabbing his wand.
Of course Draco just rolled his gray eyes. "I have ears, Weasley. Passwords just seem to scream themselves down the corridors." He paused for a moment, looking at the wands. "And you can unarm yourselves, I'm not exactly here to embarrass you in your lack of skills."
"Why don't you leave then before we inform Professor McGonagall? Surely Professor Snape wouldn't want to hear that you were found in the dorms." Colin popped off, obviously hiding behind his incredibly large camera.
Draco scowled, rushing forward and grabbing the poor fool by the collar, lifting him from his feet. "I don't have business with you, Creepy."
"But my name is-"
"Oh shut up!" Malfoy screamed. Then he impulsively grabbed the camera. "And get a frickin' new camera! Digital, boy! Digital!" He cried, shaking the camera violently. "It doesn't even have to be a muggle camera! Just find something else!"
"Malfoy, put Colin down and the camera as well." Harry said, pointing his wand at Draco's head.
Draco threw Colin to the ground, tossing the camera to him. "Go ahead, fire away." He whispered, inches from Harry. When nothing happened for a few seconds, Draco smiled, turning to Ron. "Like I said, Weasley. We have things we need to.converse about upon obvious reasons."
Ron smirked. "What would we need to talk about?" He asked, poking Draco. "I haven't earned any points for Gryffindor, I haven't yelled at you in a.few days.and.and.I'm finally gotten over my worst fear, and I petted a slug just the other day." He paused for a moment. "Okay, it was a snail, but it was pretty big, and I did throw it after a moment, but-"
"That's.not.it." Draco hissed through his teeth. The eyes that stared through him all looked familiar to him, but then again, every Gryffindor looked the same, so what was the point in figuring out which of them were ones that he had bullied? He knew that he always had tomorrow.
Annoyed at the wands and Harry, he grabbed Ron, lifting him off the ground, and dragged him outside the door, slamming it and bolting it with magic.
"Hey, what the hell are you-"
"Have you seen your sister lately, Weasley?" Draco exploded. "She's letting every piece of her body hang out, and it's scaring some people. What, do you not have any control over that animal? She's better off walking out looking like-a-like a Weasley than what she does now!"
Ron popped Draco on the back of his head with his wand. "As a matter of fact, I have seen my sister and I tried to talk her out of it, believe me, but she won't change her mind, Malfoy." He said. Then he eyed Draco suspiciously. "Why should you even care what my sister wears in the first place? You never want to have anything to do with us, you hate us. Why on Earth would a jerk like you give a damn?"
Draco was quiet for a moment, staring at Ron with a grim look painted on his sculptured face. "Maybe because I know something you don't." He grabbed Ron by the collar then, looking dead into the startled face. "A few boys-er-men have found your sister very intimidating. They've never noticed how she looked before now." He pulled Ron closer, anger shooting through his features. "You know my people, Weasley. We're not like Hufflepuffs, we don't date outside our House unless it's a bet or for sex. Half the Slytherin Quidditch team want a piece of her, and many aren't planning on buying her flowers, I can tell you that much."
He dropped Ron, who sprang up in Draco's face, alarmingly. "Holy shit, Malfoy. I know that a lot of Ravenclaws were asking about her, but could it possibly have gotten so bad as to sink down to your level? And after all that's happened to her?" He slapped his forehead. "She's just a child, she can't have sex-or-or even think about it!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "She's fifteen, you idiot. I was having sex when I was thirteen, so she's behind, actually."
"But you're a freak, Malfoy." Ron smirked. "And don't talk about Gin that way, she's pure. That's the way she was meant to be." He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
Draco stared equally into Ron's eyes, menacingly. "You're little girl is all grown up, Weasley." He whispered. "People are noticing. The same thing that was going to happen to her will if you don't end this now. There are some handsome people from my house after her, and when they have sex, people will talk. She'll be ruined." He knew he had Ron's attention now, so he decided to say what he came there to say. "Talk her into becoming a wretched weasel again, or she'll be spending the rest of her time in a hospital with some serious problems."
Ron sighed, his face filled with petrifying anger. He pushed Draco aside and cried, "Alohomora!" Watching as his wand sparkled from the spell that was so perfectly called for. He gaped with a strange look upon his face while the lock popped off, the door flew open, and all of the other boys fall over in front of him.
Ron stared menacingly. "Harry, why didn't you open the door?"
Harry smiled. "The lock was on the other side, I couldn't get to it. Besides," he trailed off, "I forgot the stupid spell again."
"You guys are worthless!" Ron cried, stepping over the nosy Gryffindors and reaching towards his closet.
"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked, grabbing his shoulder, watching as the boy, who was obviously hysterical, started throwing clothes to the ground.
"I'm looking for that stupid eyeglass that Fred and George gave me." He threw books to the floor then. "It shows you a person that you love, brotherly or romantically." He shook his drawer. "Ohh! Where is that damn-"
Finally a piece of paper floated out. Confused, Ron picked it up. He looked over the paper for a few minutes. "There's nothing here. It's completely blank."
Draco, who was tired of seeing Ron's underwear spread everywhere, snatched the paper away. "Give me that!" He spit.
"Aparecium!" He cried, whipping his wand free.
Without delay, words started slowly appearing on the ruddy piece of paper.
"Dear Ron." Ron then smiled. "Hey, it's for me!" He then turned back to the letter, clearing his throat. "Ahem. Dear Ron."
He squinted for a moment. "We have taken.. The glass.for.Fleeter's secret porn star." Ron pulled back. "Porn star? Who the heck is Fleeter? I've been betrayed!" He cried with an over-dramatic ring in his sad tone.
Fortunately, Draco had already left. He had done what he came to do, and that was more than enough. Especially for Ginny's brother, he thought venomously.
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Ginny sat on her rugged bed, pushing away the tears that clouded her already shadowed eyes.
What did I do wrong? She asked herself, starting to wipe away her mascara. Am I really that ugly?
That question made her moan in agony, and she rolled over, feeling the tears run uncontrollably down her cheeks.
No one ever told Ginny she was ugly, but why shouldn't she think it? She'd never really had a boyfriend, only crushes and they never became reality.
So that's it, she told herself sadly. I'm just ugly. The thought rang through her head. She was so glad that no one else was in the room, or they would have just stared at her in pity. That's what they always did. They just stared and made themselves glad that they weren't Ginny.
Somehow she knew that it was her purpose in life. To spread tears among others to make them feel better about their own looks and lives.
"Excuse me, is Ginny around?"
The voice sprang forward to Ginny, and she sat up and started wiping away her tears. Since her back was to the stranger, she felt more inclined to fix herself up.
She turned quickly. "I'm sorry, it's really me." She said, wiping at her face. Before her stood a handsome boy in black. His hair was wild around his beautiful face. "Do I know you?" She asked impolitely.
Blaise took another step forward. "It's me, Blaise. You know, Zambini." He tried to fix his hair a bit, but she was more preoccupied with his other features to really care about that.
Of course she knew Blaise. He had always been the talk of every Gryffindor girl. But she knew that even though he had been on the minds of every woman, he was known to be a complete jerk.
"How the hell did you get in here?" She said, trying to wipe her nose.
"Oh." He said, biting his lip. "Well, I know my way around, is all." He smiled, hoping to distract her with his body by leaning it lazily to one side.
Of course that worked. And why shouldn't it? She thought. "You know, I don't think you should be here." She said quietly.
"Why are you crying?" He asked with wide eyes. He sat beside her on the bed and reached with his hand to push away a tear.
She quickly jumped up, forcing herself to the side of the wall. She grabbed a hairbrush and pointed it towards him, as a defense weapon.
He stared up at her with his puppy eyes. "I'm sorry. You know, I bet I shouldn't be here right now."
Ginny realized what she was doing. "Oh, no. Don't leave because I'm an idiot. I'm just a little heartbroken at the moment."
He pushed an expression of surprise forward. He stepped up towards her. "Surely you jest. A woman as beautiful as you? No one would dare break your heart."
She smiled, looking up towards the ceiling, trying to hide her tears. "Yeah, well you're the only one that thinks that."
He smiled, grabbing her hand. She jumped at the feel of his soft hands. "That's a lie, Ginny. Many find you very beautiful. You don't know how lovely you really are."
He let go of her hand, pulling one side of his mouth into a smile. "I guess it's just hard to tell the person you are madly in love with how you feel. Sorry."
She pulled back a bit. "Madly in love?" She smiled as she felt heat rise to her cheeks.
He laughed. He has a beautiful laugh, she thought to herself.
"Would you ever want to go somewhere with me?" He smiled. "I would love to take you to a quidditch match, or the park, or-well-anywhere."
He looked at her with his beautiful eyes once more. She pushed her hair back a bit. "I would love to."
He then seemed to glow with excitement. "Okay! Okay. Yeah. Well, I'll talk to you about it later, k?"
"Okay then."
He smiled at her. "Then I guess I'll see you about that tomorrow." Then he moved towards her and placed a soft, romantic kiss on her lips. She could feel his robes surround her, his hands caressing her hips. As he pulled away from her, leaving her breathless, he flashed one more dashing smile.
**Gasp. Something is wrong, huh? Blaise? Okay, you knew it was coming, you weirdo. The bad part is that Ginny doesn't know everything. Ha ha. The non-existent/mystery plot continues. Can Draco do something about this problem? Will he do anything? Will Blaise ruin Ginny's life forever by revealing what really happened that fateful day? I guess you'll just have to wait for the next chapter, which will come earlier than this chapter took. Until then, send me many reviews! **
Love, **Flourish**
Chapter Six
Draco eased through the hallways, rushing towards the Gryffindor dorms. Just leave, his mind whispered impatiently, let her go. She doesn't have to know anything, you idiot. All you have to do is give in.
Draco scowled menacingly. It was this type of thought that made him jerk back and want to argue with himself to the point of insanity. He knew that one part of him strived for perfection in the Malfoy family, but the other was what he called his 'weak' side. Some people called it a conscience, or a compassionate soul. He simply called it a menace to the human race. It nagged him, pushed him to do things that no Malfoy has ever done, which was carry compassion for another. Luckily, he kept this part of him enclosed deep within him.
Why should he be expected to care? Just look at his father. Smart, rich, famous, and feared by all. Draco stopped then, thinking of that last value. He was feared by all. Even he feared him when his father intended on hitting him for letting something simple fall, like a failure or misplaced object.
And even though his mother was stonehearted, she still cared enough for him to hate his father. Their arguments spread from every wall of his dark mind, eating their way inside of his frail thoughts. And though she always carried a large bruise on one side of her face, preferably under her left eye, she always told Draco that he was her only love, and never pressed any damage upon his own body.
"Times have changed, you brat", he heard his father say. He could still remember that Saturday when his father spoke to him so coldly. "Stop acting as if you care for others. That's a sign of pure weakness, and I won't let you embarrass me in front of the administrators." He grabbed Draco by his collar. "Don't be so stupid, son. And don't shame yourself by being weak. Do what I've always done. Take what you want and kill if you have to." Then his father smiled craftily, letting go of his tight grip against Draco's collar and skin. "Nevermind, Draco. Let's change that just a bit. Take what you want and kill when you want to. Don't shame me, boy."
Draco paused a bit longer, propping himself against the cold walls. He realized that he had done exactly what his father had wanted all this time. Though money and power was what Draco lived for, he was empty, and stupid for listening to his father.
He let out a long sigh as he noticed that he was only a few steps from the entrance to the dorms. His footsteps became quiet as he came to the picture against the old wall.
Without glancing up, he thought for a moment, waiting for the password to renew itself into his mind. Then he smiled as the words glistened as if they were dancing in front of his eyes.
"Archimedes." He whispered with his eyes edged to the ground, never moving from their staring position. He knew that sooner or later he would need to know the password to the dorms. He thought that he would need to know it when he found a way to kill Potter. Now it was just to find an idiot.
He sighed deeply, and then moved inside, taking a quick left down the corridor. There were several doors that he could have opened to enter, but he had a hunch that the right entrance was the one with the words 'Eat Dirt Snape' burned into the wood and a lovely illustration of Draco with his eyes X'd out.
He admired the picture for a moment, noticing how imperfect his hair seemed, and then kicked the door slightly, popping it open.
He had obviously interrupted a meeting since there were at least eight boys in a circle in the center of the room, eyes bulging out from their sockets. He scanned what he considered a small closet, until the boy's familiar face came into view.
Red hair, a vacant expression, and an old, hand-me-down robe. The clues just seemed to all pile together. "Ah, there you are, Weasley." He smirked. "We need to talk."
Ron looked around the room, for a moment. Strangely, Draco didn't think the vacant expression could get worse, but.It could.
He noticed that every boy was on his feet now, wands in hand. Even the infamous Potter seemed precociously aligned, his glasses folded behind him. Staring closer, he noticed a large red bruise crested an inch to the left of his scar.
Draco glanced at it in wonder, but the answer sprung to him. Potter + bad eyesight = large poles to slam in to.
"Malfoy, how the heck did you get in the dorms?" Ron spit, grabbing his wand.
Of course Draco just rolled his gray eyes. "I have ears, Weasley. Passwords just seem to scream themselves down the corridors." He paused for a moment, looking at the wands. "And you can unarm yourselves, I'm not exactly here to embarrass you in your lack of skills."
"Why don't you leave then before we inform Professor McGonagall? Surely Professor Snape wouldn't want to hear that you were found in the dorms." Colin popped off, obviously hiding behind his incredibly large camera.
Draco scowled, rushing forward and grabbing the poor fool by the collar, lifting him from his feet. "I don't have business with you, Creepy."
"But my name is-"
"Oh shut up!" Malfoy screamed. Then he impulsively grabbed the camera. "And get a frickin' new camera! Digital, boy! Digital!" He cried, shaking the camera violently. "It doesn't even have to be a muggle camera! Just find something else!"
"Malfoy, put Colin down and the camera as well." Harry said, pointing his wand at Draco's head.
Draco threw Colin to the ground, tossing the camera to him. "Go ahead, fire away." He whispered, inches from Harry. When nothing happened for a few seconds, Draco smiled, turning to Ron. "Like I said, Weasley. We have things we need to.converse about upon obvious reasons."
Ron smirked. "What would we need to talk about?" He asked, poking Draco. "I haven't earned any points for Gryffindor, I haven't yelled at you in a.few days.and.and.I'm finally gotten over my worst fear, and I petted a slug just the other day." He paused for a moment. "Okay, it was a snail, but it was pretty big, and I did throw it after a moment, but-"
"That's.not.it." Draco hissed through his teeth. The eyes that stared through him all looked familiar to him, but then again, every Gryffindor looked the same, so what was the point in figuring out which of them were ones that he had bullied? He knew that he always had tomorrow.
Annoyed at the wands and Harry, he grabbed Ron, lifting him off the ground, and dragged him outside the door, slamming it and bolting it with magic.
"Hey, what the hell are you-"
"Have you seen your sister lately, Weasley?" Draco exploded. "She's letting every piece of her body hang out, and it's scaring some people. What, do you not have any control over that animal? She's better off walking out looking like-a-like a Weasley than what she does now!"
Ron popped Draco on the back of his head with his wand. "As a matter of fact, I have seen my sister and I tried to talk her out of it, believe me, but she won't change her mind, Malfoy." He said. Then he eyed Draco suspiciously. "Why should you even care what my sister wears in the first place? You never want to have anything to do with us, you hate us. Why on Earth would a jerk like you give a damn?"
Draco was quiet for a moment, staring at Ron with a grim look painted on his sculptured face. "Maybe because I know something you don't." He grabbed Ron by the collar then, looking dead into the startled face. "A few boys-er-men have found your sister very intimidating. They've never noticed how she looked before now." He pulled Ron closer, anger shooting through his features. "You know my people, Weasley. We're not like Hufflepuffs, we don't date outside our House unless it's a bet or for sex. Half the Slytherin Quidditch team want a piece of her, and many aren't planning on buying her flowers, I can tell you that much."
He dropped Ron, who sprang up in Draco's face, alarmingly. "Holy shit, Malfoy. I know that a lot of Ravenclaws were asking about her, but could it possibly have gotten so bad as to sink down to your level? And after all that's happened to her?" He slapped his forehead. "She's just a child, she can't have sex-or-or even think about it!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "She's fifteen, you idiot. I was having sex when I was thirteen, so she's behind, actually."
"But you're a freak, Malfoy." Ron smirked. "And don't talk about Gin that way, she's pure. That's the way she was meant to be." He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
Draco stared equally into Ron's eyes, menacingly. "You're little girl is all grown up, Weasley." He whispered. "People are noticing. The same thing that was going to happen to her will if you don't end this now. There are some handsome people from my house after her, and when they have sex, people will talk. She'll be ruined." He knew he had Ron's attention now, so he decided to say what he came there to say. "Talk her into becoming a wretched weasel again, or she'll be spending the rest of her time in a hospital with some serious problems."
Ron sighed, his face filled with petrifying anger. He pushed Draco aside and cried, "Alohomora!" Watching as his wand sparkled from the spell that was so perfectly called for. He gaped with a strange look upon his face while the lock popped off, the door flew open, and all of the other boys fall over in front of him.
Ron stared menacingly. "Harry, why didn't you open the door?"
Harry smiled. "The lock was on the other side, I couldn't get to it. Besides," he trailed off, "I forgot the stupid spell again."
"You guys are worthless!" Ron cried, stepping over the nosy Gryffindors and reaching towards his closet.
"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked, grabbing his shoulder, watching as the boy, who was obviously hysterical, started throwing clothes to the ground.
"I'm looking for that stupid eyeglass that Fred and George gave me." He threw books to the floor then. "It shows you a person that you love, brotherly or romantically." He shook his drawer. "Ohh! Where is that damn-"
Finally a piece of paper floated out. Confused, Ron picked it up. He looked over the paper for a few minutes. "There's nothing here. It's completely blank."
Draco, who was tired of seeing Ron's underwear spread everywhere, snatched the paper away. "Give me that!" He spit.
"Aparecium!" He cried, whipping his wand free.
Without delay, words started slowly appearing on the ruddy piece of paper.
"Dear Ron." Ron then smiled. "Hey, it's for me!" He then turned back to the letter, clearing his throat. "Ahem. Dear Ron."
He squinted for a moment. "We have taken.. The glass.for.Fleeter's secret porn star." Ron pulled back. "Porn star? Who the heck is Fleeter? I've been betrayed!" He cried with an over-dramatic ring in his sad tone.
Fortunately, Draco had already left. He had done what he came to do, and that was more than enough. Especially for Ginny's brother, he thought venomously.
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Ginny sat on her rugged bed, pushing away the tears that clouded her already shadowed eyes.
What did I do wrong? She asked herself, starting to wipe away her mascara. Am I really that ugly?
That question made her moan in agony, and she rolled over, feeling the tears run uncontrollably down her cheeks.
No one ever told Ginny she was ugly, but why shouldn't she think it? She'd never really had a boyfriend, only crushes and they never became reality.
So that's it, she told herself sadly. I'm just ugly. The thought rang through her head. She was so glad that no one else was in the room, or they would have just stared at her in pity. That's what they always did. They just stared and made themselves glad that they weren't Ginny.
Somehow she knew that it was her purpose in life. To spread tears among others to make them feel better about their own looks and lives.
"Excuse me, is Ginny around?"
The voice sprang forward to Ginny, and she sat up and started wiping away her tears. Since her back was to the stranger, she felt more inclined to fix herself up.
She turned quickly. "I'm sorry, it's really me." She said, wiping at her face. Before her stood a handsome boy in black. His hair was wild around his beautiful face. "Do I know you?" She asked impolitely.
Blaise took another step forward. "It's me, Blaise. You know, Zambini." He tried to fix his hair a bit, but she was more preoccupied with his other features to really care about that.
Of course she knew Blaise. He had always been the talk of every Gryffindor girl. But she knew that even though he had been on the minds of every woman, he was known to be a complete jerk.
"How the hell did you get in here?" She said, trying to wipe her nose.
"Oh." He said, biting his lip. "Well, I know my way around, is all." He smiled, hoping to distract her with his body by leaning it lazily to one side.
Of course that worked. And why shouldn't it? She thought. "You know, I don't think you should be here." She said quietly.
"Why are you crying?" He asked with wide eyes. He sat beside her on the bed and reached with his hand to push away a tear.
She quickly jumped up, forcing herself to the side of the wall. She grabbed a hairbrush and pointed it towards him, as a defense weapon.
He stared up at her with his puppy eyes. "I'm sorry. You know, I bet I shouldn't be here right now."
Ginny realized what she was doing. "Oh, no. Don't leave because I'm an idiot. I'm just a little heartbroken at the moment."
He pushed an expression of surprise forward. He stepped up towards her. "Surely you jest. A woman as beautiful as you? No one would dare break your heart."
She smiled, looking up towards the ceiling, trying to hide her tears. "Yeah, well you're the only one that thinks that."
He smiled, grabbing her hand. She jumped at the feel of his soft hands. "That's a lie, Ginny. Many find you very beautiful. You don't know how lovely you really are."
He let go of her hand, pulling one side of his mouth into a smile. "I guess it's just hard to tell the person you are madly in love with how you feel. Sorry."
She pulled back a bit. "Madly in love?" She smiled as she felt heat rise to her cheeks.
He laughed. He has a beautiful laugh, she thought to herself.
"Would you ever want to go somewhere with me?" He smiled. "I would love to take you to a quidditch match, or the park, or-well-anywhere."
He looked at her with his beautiful eyes once more. She pushed her hair back a bit. "I would love to."
He then seemed to glow with excitement. "Okay! Okay. Yeah. Well, I'll talk to you about it later, k?"
"Okay then."
He smiled at her. "Then I guess I'll see you about that tomorrow." Then he moved towards her and placed a soft, romantic kiss on her lips. She could feel his robes surround her, his hands caressing her hips. As he pulled away from her, leaving her breathless, he flashed one more dashing smile.
**Gasp. Something is wrong, huh? Blaise? Okay, you knew it was coming, you weirdo. The bad part is that Ginny doesn't know everything. Ha ha. The non-existent/mystery plot continues. Can Draco do something about this problem? Will he do anything? Will Blaise ruin Ginny's life forever by revealing what really happened that fateful day? I guess you'll just have to wait for the next chapter, which will come earlier than this chapter took. Until then, send me many reviews! **
Love, **Flourish**