Chapter 7
Silence. Complete silence filled Draco's ears that morning. The sun's glorious light shined on his face, but it was the only trace of life. He couldn't hear the playful sounds of children laughing, birds singing, or even the professors screaming impatiently. Oh, God, he thought to himself, slapping a hand against his forehead. It's Saturday.
And it was a beautiful Saturday. Dark clouds softly tried to pierce the bright sun, while the moon hid in traces of the sunrise. The sunrise? He questioned. He grabbed his watch next to the bed stand. It simply read 5:20. He searched the room for others who had felt sunlight, but no one else was awake.
No one was muttering to themselves while they put their clothes on, no one was throwing shouts of "Get up!" across the room. Every single boy was wrapped in their blankets, some snoring and others peacefully dreaming.
This was the second time he had been the first to wake in the morning. But then he noticed that he had skipped a bed. Something or someone was amiss. He then threw his eyes to Zambini's bed. The covers were thrown to the ground, and an imprint of a body shrugged itself inside the bedspread. Blaise was missing.
Draco pushed himself out of the bed, grabbing a pair of pants. He stormed out of the Slytherin dorm; his chest boldly pressing out from under a black, crest embroidered robe. A thousand thoughts were raging through his mind. Where was Blaise? Where was Ginny? How could Blaise have gotten up so early? These aren't my pants! He thought, pulling at the baggy pants that he had thrown on.
He took a few sharp turns, and sprinted down the stairs. But before he could pass by the classrooms, he picked up something red from the corner of his eye. He stopped, abruptly turning sideways to face the bloody, but bright, color.
Ginny was sitting quietly in the library, reading a small book in the corner of the room. He started towards her but then he paused when he noticed what she was wearing.
Her skirt was smaller than the other she had seen him in was. It was of a black hinge, but silver gleamed through it. He worked his way up, noticing that her shirt left most of her slim belly hanging out, showing off her rich figure. Her shirt was also black and had "Intrigued" written in white letters on the front. It was very low, showing Draco the swell of her breasts.
Her face was also made with such beautifully black colors, and her hair was put back in a style were she had a few red curls complimenting her face.
Draco stared at her long legs for a while. He knew he wanted her. He knew that touching her sent lightning through his body, and that when he kissed her, it felt like the world was falling, and he would always grow dizzy. It wouldn't be so hard to want her, to long for her, if she weren't beautiful.
The way her lips pursed themselves and the way her eyes glowed always made him get lost in her gorgeous face. Her figure was amazing, holding hips that swayed and breasts that hid beneath a thin layer of clothing.
Just watching her lips move made him want to kiss them. Just watching her change her position made him want to explore her. But then she finally looked up, and her eyes met his.
He took in a breath, knowing that she could see him, even if she didn't want him to. He watched, as her facial expression grew luminous, and then depress itself. He put one foot in front of him, but lost himself in her eyes, and stopped.
They were both quiet for what seemed like hours on end. All he would do was stare at her body. To her he didn't look normal at all. His eyes just simply made him look hungry.
She dropped the book from her hands, and slowly got up, walking towards him in her heels. He watched for a few moments, stupefied. He knew that she was coming towards him, but his eyes remained entranced from her body.
She knew what he felt, her emotions spinning inside of her body. She could see his face, his expression, and became lost as well. Questions immediately enchanted her mind. What is he doing? Why is he up so early? Whose pants are those?
She took a deep breath. "Draco," she smiled, "what is it?"
Her voice sounded like a thousand angels, singing at once against the ring of a church bell. Her white throat called out to him, longing for his lips to touch it.
When she started staring at him, he then realized that he was still standing still and quiet. He moved towards her. "Ginny, I need to talk to you."
She smiled. "About what?" She whispered. She started adjusting her shirt.
He coughed, looking away. He felt as if he were becoming out of control. He quickly grabbed her arm, which was helping the other adjust her shirt. "About everything." He whispered, looking at her with deep, wild eyes. She then knew what he wanted. She knew those type of eyes. Eyes that flowed across a body steadily. Eyes that considered love an obligation. She was being watched by those beautiful eyes.
She swallowed hard. "Okay. Where?"
He thought for a moment, trying to not get lost in her looks again. "Who's still in the girls' dorm?" He asked, his breath uneasy.
"No one." She replied tensely. "All of them have gone to Diagon Alley. Something is going on that everyone wants to see today for some reason." She shivered.
He closed his eyes. "Let's talk there." He couldn't look at her any longer, her body had taken over his eyes, infecting his mind with thoughts that he had never dreampt Ginny would become a part of.
He followed behind her as she led him towards the dorm. Everything seemed distance from him, lost in a sea of cascading explosions, especially in his chest. He felt nervous, dizzy, and exasperated all at once.
Finally they came to the dorm. He watched her as she shut the door. "Lock it." He said, pointing to the keyhole.
She gave him a strange look, but obeyed the slight command nonetheless. Then she turned to him. He watched as she signaled towards the bed to sit on. He shook his head. "You take it, I need to stand." He knew that if he sat on that bed, he would have Ginny there with him.
They were quiet for a moment. Then Ginny's voice rang through him. "So tell me."
Draco stared down at the floor, a smile tugging at his face. "What happened the other day was a mistake."
Ginny stared at him. "A what?"
Draco tried to keep his eyes to the floor, pretending that she meant nothing to him. "When we kissed, it was a mistake. You were just confused about things and-"
"Wait, no I was not confused." She spat.
He looked up at her angrily. That's when he made his first mistake. He gazed upon her again. Just looking at her was like ecstasy, without kissing or touching. Her beauty was enough to sustain him. He gaped at her, his mouth ajar.
She stared at his expression. It was then that she knew that something was going on. Something that she hadn't seen before. He was lost within her body. She could reel him in if she wanted to.
Draco tried to talk once more. His mouth opened a few times, but words wouldn't flow passed his lips.
She smiled. "Could you just give me a minute?" She asked him.
She watched him, as he then seemed to pop back into reality, his eyes wide. "What? Yeah, sure, whatever."
She smiled seductively. "Okay." She kept her eyes on him, smiling, as she slowly lifted up her already short skirt, revealing her long legs.
Draco stared for a while, gulping. "W-w-what are you doing?" He asked, trying to keep his voice from faltering. Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm just going to put some lotion on my legs, is all."
Draco gulped again, sweat dotting his forehead. Why was he stressing out? Of course he had seen legs before, in fact, more than legs, but this time it was different. He felt like he wasn't in control anymore; he wasn't captain. He was just a pawn in her little game, and even though it was enticing to him, he couldn't afford to give in. "Ginny-"
He stopped as he watched her pull her shirt off from her body. His mouth fell as he watched her move, her body swaying to some unknown music. "GINNY!" He cried, grabbing her shirt.
"What is it this time?" She asked annoyingly.
"Your shirt!"
"Yeah, not really all that black is it? I think it would be better if it were darker as well." She shifted her breasts towards him.
"I.I mean it's not on you." He stammered. God, how he wanted her. Just to touch her, to feel her. Every part of his body screamed for her. Even parts that he had used to earnestly called for her.
She came forward pressing her body against his, placing her chest against his muscles. She could feel how much he wanted her. She then took the shirt from him. "I was just going to change into a new one." She found a new shirt, a lower shirt, and placed it over her.
Draco didn't know what had come over him. When had he been afraid of a woman? Or at that much, a Weasley? But every time she swayed her hips, Draco's breathing became uneasy.
"Ginny," he panted, "stop it. Stop playing this game with me. All I came here to do was to tell you about what happened." He gave her a fake smile while his fists were clenched, trying to not become totally engrossed with her sexuality.
Ginny stopped playing her game then and there. She wanted to know who attacked her more than anything. Did anyone know how it felt to be afraid of every step they took? She was pushing herself on a limb already trying to impress Draco. And did he care? No, he was too busy with his own stupid life. A quick rush of anger flew into Ginny all at once. She couldn't think, tears starting to come to her eyes like waterfalls. The pain inside of her was unbearable. "Why haven't you talked to me about it before?" She asked, enraged now at the fact of his late approach. Her cheeks flared with red fury. "Why couldn't you tell me in the hospital wing? No, you have to push me out, afraid and nervous, and-"
"Ginny-"
"And then you act as if not a damn thing happened to me. You wouldn't know what it is like to be me, you idiot. To be Ginny Weasley." Finally, the tears sprang forward. "You don't know what it's like to be poor. You and your idiotic, pampered family gets everything, and shame my own. And then I'm attacked. I've never been more afraid then than I ever was." She took a breath. "Do you know what I was thinking about when I thought he was going to kill me? I wasn't thinking about my family, or my friends, or Harry. I was thinking about how I was going to die and no one would remember me, since I was just poor little virgin Ginny."
Before she could become even more enraged he grabbed her, shaking her furiously. "Ginny, calm down!"
She tore from his grasp. "Just tell me why, Malfoy, why?"
Draco's eyes trailed the floor. "Ginny, I was afraid as well, and.why what?" He asked.
"Why did you save me, Draco?" Her eyes flooded with tears once more. "Why would you do something like that for me? You hate my mother, brother, everyone, even me! And you're not the type of person to actually do something like that in the first place."
"Ginny, wait a minute. You don't even know what happened that day. You were attacked and saved. Let's leave it at that right now."
"And how can you be frickin' modest? That isn't a part of your characteristics, you're just-well-creepy, to be frank." Ginny noted.
"Ginny! Shut up! Stop talking! Zip! No more, for like, an hour."
"And then-"
"SHUT UP!" Draco cried, grabbing her arms and pulling her to his chest. They sat in silence for a few seconds, feeling the heat flow from each other's body.
He then realized he couldn't move anymore. His body was lost in the smell of her hair, her skin. Everything became dizzy again inside of his body. He needed her right then, his body ached and thrived for her. He placed his hand around her waist, feeling her smooth skin.
She looked up into his eyes, which weren't the same gray she had always looked into. They weren't dark, but looked beautifully innocent. She watched as he slowly pulled down to kiss her.
Once their lips met, the world Ginny once knew started spinning as he explored her mouth freely. And even though he felt sick at his stomach for giving in to her wants, he felt so intense with her. He started pressing harder against her lips, pushing her backwards as she slipped her hands into his gorgeous, soft hair.
It was too late to save Draco then. He had been lost in her smell, her taste, and her touch as she placed her hands to his chest. He madly kissed her, roaming her neck with sweet kisses that left her breathless, gasping for air.
He didn't know where he was going while he kissed her, but he had to find something. It was when she landed on the bed that his passion grew too intense.
She knew that she had never experienced anything more fully indulging than Draco. He wasn't sloppy with his kissing or movements, but he had skill. He started pulling her shirt off, grasping at her body.
She could feel his body pressed against her, and nothing made her feel more alive at that moment, feeling his lips against her neck and chest, roaming around her body, his hands working at her skirt.
Ginny giggled, feeling something unusual in her leg. She thought that it couldn't be a number of things, since it was down low. She ignored it, pushing Draco down so that she could be on top of him. But the feeling grew into a sharp pain.
"Holy shit!" Ginny screamed. "What the hell is that?"
Draco stopped. "It's nothing, Ginny." He said, madly indulged with her body. But once she felt the pain again, she realized it was coming from his pocket.
While he was still enticed at undoing her skirt, she reached into the long coat pocket. But as she pulled on the object, Draco stopped kissing her, noticing that she was curious about what he kept there.
Then Ginny gasped, almost fainting, her breath caught in her throat. Draco drew a face of pure terror and confusion as he looked from her face to the object.
The dagger was long and pointed, jagged on the edges. Ginny pushed herself off the bed.
She threw the dagger to the ground, tears welling in her eyes. "Draco, it was you?" Was all she could manage from her throat.
Draco stared up at her with frightful eyes. He reached out for her body, trying to grab her. She pulled away from his grasp and knocking him in the chest with her fist. "Don't touch me! Get away from me!" She screamed, pushing him from her.
"Ginny, it's not what you think." He stammered, trying to grab her hips.
"Like hell it isn't! Oh, God!" She cried. "How could I have been so stupid! How could I have.oh, God!" She screamed, pressing her hands over her tear-stained eyes.
"Ginny, I didn't-"
"It all makes since now. How could I have ever thought that you would actually care for me? And I didn't see who was fighting or what happened. All I cared for is that I thought it was you. How could I have thought that?" She looked around the room. "I was so...blind..." She then looked at him, backing into a corner.
"Get out!" She yelled, pointing towards the door.
He looked at the entrance with moaning eyes. He reached out for her once more, but she quickly slapped him, leaving a look of pure anger and confusion on his face. "Just get out!" She screamed.
He opened his mouth, searching for words, but none came at the moment. With a swift run, he unlocked the door, and took one last look at Ginny, his eyes full of hurt and anger.
He knew that he had left Ginny in the room with tears wetting her beautiful face. Tears that would have never forgiven him for what he had done.
To Be Continued in the Next Chapter
**Isn't that a horrible way to end a chappie? Don't worry, this is romance, you know it's ALL good. Check in for the next chapter soon! Please R&R! **
Love, **Flourish**
Silence. Complete silence filled Draco's ears that morning. The sun's glorious light shined on his face, but it was the only trace of life. He couldn't hear the playful sounds of children laughing, birds singing, or even the professors screaming impatiently. Oh, God, he thought to himself, slapping a hand against his forehead. It's Saturday.
And it was a beautiful Saturday. Dark clouds softly tried to pierce the bright sun, while the moon hid in traces of the sunrise. The sunrise? He questioned. He grabbed his watch next to the bed stand. It simply read 5:20. He searched the room for others who had felt sunlight, but no one else was awake.
No one was muttering to themselves while they put their clothes on, no one was throwing shouts of "Get up!" across the room. Every single boy was wrapped in their blankets, some snoring and others peacefully dreaming.
This was the second time he had been the first to wake in the morning. But then he noticed that he had skipped a bed. Something or someone was amiss. He then threw his eyes to Zambini's bed. The covers were thrown to the ground, and an imprint of a body shrugged itself inside the bedspread. Blaise was missing.
Draco pushed himself out of the bed, grabbing a pair of pants. He stormed out of the Slytherin dorm; his chest boldly pressing out from under a black, crest embroidered robe. A thousand thoughts were raging through his mind. Where was Blaise? Where was Ginny? How could Blaise have gotten up so early? These aren't my pants! He thought, pulling at the baggy pants that he had thrown on.
He took a few sharp turns, and sprinted down the stairs. But before he could pass by the classrooms, he picked up something red from the corner of his eye. He stopped, abruptly turning sideways to face the bloody, but bright, color.
Ginny was sitting quietly in the library, reading a small book in the corner of the room. He started towards her but then he paused when he noticed what she was wearing.
Her skirt was smaller than the other she had seen him in was. It was of a black hinge, but silver gleamed through it. He worked his way up, noticing that her shirt left most of her slim belly hanging out, showing off her rich figure. Her shirt was also black and had "Intrigued" written in white letters on the front. It was very low, showing Draco the swell of her breasts.
Her face was also made with such beautifully black colors, and her hair was put back in a style were she had a few red curls complimenting her face.
Draco stared at her long legs for a while. He knew he wanted her. He knew that touching her sent lightning through his body, and that when he kissed her, it felt like the world was falling, and he would always grow dizzy. It wouldn't be so hard to want her, to long for her, if she weren't beautiful.
The way her lips pursed themselves and the way her eyes glowed always made him get lost in her gorgeous face. Her figure was amazing, holding hips that swayed and breasts that hid beneath a thin layer of clothing.
Just watching her lips move made him want to kiss them. Just watching her change her position made him want to explore her. But then she finally looked up, and her eyes met his.
He took in a breath, knowing that she could see him, even if she didn't want him to. He watched, as her facial expression grew luminous, and then depress itself. He put one foot in front of him, but lost himself in her eyes, and stopped.
They were both quiet for what seemed like hours on end. All he would do was stare at her body. To her he didn't look normal at all. His eyes just simply made him look hungry.
She dropped the book from her hands, and slowly got up, walking towards him in her heels. He watched for a few moments, stupefied. He knew that she was coming towards him, but his eyes remained entranced from her body.
She knew what he felt, her emotions spinning inside of her body. She could see his face, his expression, and became lost as well. Questions immediately enchanted her mind. What is he doing? Why is he up so early? Whose pants are those?
She took a deep breath. "Draco," she smiled, "what is it?"
Her voice sounded like a thousand angels, singing at once against the ring of a church bell. Her white throat called out to him, longing for his lips to touch it.
When she started staring at him, he then realized that he was still standing still and quiet. He moved towards her. "Ginny, I need to talk to you."
She smiled. "About what?" She whispered. She started adjusting her shirt.
He coughed, looking away. He felt as if he were becoming out of control. He quickly grabbed her arm, which was helping the other adjust her shirt. "About everything." He whispered, looking at her with deep, wild eyes. She then knew what he wanted. She knew those type of eyes. Eyes that flowed across a body steadily. Eyes that considered love an obligation. She was being watched by those beautiful eyes.
She swallowed hard. "Okay. Where?"
He thought for a moment, trying to not get lost in her looks again. "Who's still in the girls' dorm?" He asked, his breath uneasy.
"No one." She replied tensely. "All of them have gone to Diagon Alley. Something is going on that everyone wants to see today for some reason." She shivered.
He closed his eyes. "Let's talk there." He couldn't look at her any longer, her body had taken over his eyes, infecting his mind with thoughts that he had never dreampt Ginny would become a part of.
He followed behind her as she led him towards the dorm. Everything seemed distance from him, lost in a sea of cascading explosions, especially in his chest. He felt nervous, dizzy, and exasperated all at once.
Finally they came to the dorm. He watched her as she shut the door. "Lock it." He said, pointing to the keyhole.
She gave him a strange look, but obeyed the slight command nonetheless. Then she turned to him. He watched as she signaled towards the bed to sit on. He shook his head. "You take it, I need to stand." He knew that if he sat on that bed, he would have Ginny there with him.
They were quiet for a moment. Then Ginny's voice rang through him. "So tell me."
Draco stared down at the floor, a smile tugging at his face. "What happened the other day was a mistake."
Ginny stared at him. "A what?"
Draco tried to keep his eyes to the floor, pretending that she meant nothing to him. "When we kissed, it was a mistake. You were just confused about things and-"
"Wait, no I was not confused." She spat.
He looked up at her angrily. That's when he made his first mistake. He gazed upon her again. Just looking at her was like ecstasy, without kissing or touching. Her beauty was enough to sustain him. He gaped at her, his mouth ajar.
She stared at his expression. It was then that she knew that something was going on. Something that she hadn't seen before. He was lost within her body. She could reel him in if she wanted to.
Draco tried to talk once more. His mouth opened a few times, but words wouldn't flow passed his lips.
She smiled. "Could you just give me a minute?" She asked him.
She watched him, as he then seemed to pop back into reality, his eyes wide. "What? Yeah, sure, whatever."
She smiled seductively. "Okay." She kept her eyes on him, smiling, as she slowly lifted up her already short skirt, revealing her long legs.
Draco stared for a while, gulping. "W-w-what are you doing?" He asked, trying to keep his voice from faltering. Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm just going to put some lotion on my legs, is all."
Draco gulped again, sweat dotting his forehead. Why was he stressing out? Of course he had seen legs before, in fact, more than legs, but this time it was different. He felt like he wasn't in control anymore; he wasn't captain. He was just a pawn in her little game, and even though it was enticing to him, he couldn't afford to give in. "Ginny-"
He stopped as he watched her pull her shirt off from her body. His mouth fell as he watched her move, her body swaying to some unknown music. "GINNY!" He cried, grabbing her shirt.
"What is it this time?" She asked annoyingly.
"Your shirt!"
"Yeah, not really all that black is it? I think it would be better if it were darker as well." She shifted her breasts towards him.
"I.I mean it's not on you." He stammered. God, how he wanted her. Just to touch her, to feel her. Every part of his body screamed for her. Even parts that he had used to earnestly called for her.
She came forward pressing her body against his, placing her chest against his muscles. She could feel how much he wanted her. She then took the shirt from him. "I was just going to change into a new one." She found a new shirt, a lower shirt, and placed it over her.
Draco didn't know what had come over him. When had he been afraid of a woman? Or at that much, a Weasley? But every time she swayed her hips, Draco's breathing became uneasy.
"Ginny," he panted, "stop it. Stop playing this game with me. All I came here to do was to tell you about what happened." He gave her a fake smile while his fists were clenched, trying to not become totally engrossed with her sexuality.
Ginny stopped playing her game then and there. She wanted to know who attacked her more than anything. Did anyone know how it felt to be afraid of every step they took? She was pushing herself on a limb already trying to impress Draco. And did he care? No, he was too busy with his own stupid life. A quick rush of anger flew into Ginny all at once. She couldn't think, tears starting to come to her eyes like waterfalls. The pain inside of her was unbearable. "Why haven't you talked to me about it before?" She asked, enraged now at the fact of his late approach. Her cheeks flared with red fury. "Why couldn't you tell me in the hospital wing? No, you have to push me out, afraid and nervous, and-"
"Ginny-"
"And then you act as if not a damn thing happened to me. You wouldn't know what it is like to be me, you idiot. To be Ginny Weasley." Finally, the tears sprang forward. "You don't know what it's like to be poor. You and your idiotic, pampered family gets everything, and shame my own. And then I'm attacked. I've never been more afraid then than I ever was." She took a breath. "Do you know what I was thinking about when I thought he was going to kill me? I wasn't thinking about my family, or my friends, or Harry. I was thinking about how I was going to die and no one would remember me, since I was just poor little virgin Ginny."
Before she could become even more enraged he grabbed her, shaking her furiously. "Ginny, calm down!"
She tore from his grasp. "Just tell me why, Malfoy, why?"
Draco's eyes trailed the floor. "Ginny, I was afraid as well, and.why what?" He asked.
"Why did you save me, Draco?" Her eyes flooded with tears once more. "Why would you do something like that for me? You hate my mother, brother, everyone, even me! And you're not the type of person to actually do something like that in the first place."
"Ginny, wait a minute. You don't even know what happened that day. You were attacked and saved. Let's leave it at that right now."
"And how can you be frickin' modest? That isn't a part of your characteristics, you're just-well-creepy, to be frank." Ginny noted.
"Ginny! Shut up! Stop talking! Zip! No more, for like, an hour."
"And then-"
"SHUT UP!" Draco cried, grabbing her arms and pulling her to his chest. They sat in silence for a few seconds, feeling the heat flow from each other's body.
He then realized he couldn't move anymore. His body was lost in the smell of her hair, her skin. Everything became dizzy again inside of his body. He needed her right then, his body ached and thrived for her. He placed his hand around her waist, feeling her smooth skin.
She looked up into his eyes, which weren't the same gray she had always looked into. They weren't dark, but looked beautifully innocent. She watched as he slowly pulled down to kiss her.
Once their lips met, the world Ginny once knew started spinning as he explored her mouth freely. And even though he felt sick at his stomach for giving in to her wants, he felt so intense with her. He started pressing harder against her lips, pushing her backwards as she slipped her hands into his gorgeous, soft hair.
It was too late to save Draco then. He had been lost in her smell, her taste, and her touch as she placed her hands to his chest. He madly kissed her, roaming her neck with sweet kisses that left her breathless, gasping for air.
He didn't know where he was going while he kissed her, but he had to find something. It was when she landed on the bed that his passion grew too intense.
She knew that she had never experienced anything more fully indulging than Draco. He wasn't sloppy with his kissing or movements, but he had skill. He started pulling her shirt off, grasping at her body.
She could feel his body pressed against her, and nothing made her feel more alive at that moment, feeling his lips against her neck and chest, roaming around her body, his hands working at her skirt.
Ginny giggled, feeling something unusual in her leg. She thought that it couldn't be a number of things, since it was down low. She ignored it, pushing Draco down so that she could be on top of him. But the feeling grew into a sharp pain.
"Holy shit!" Ginny screamed. "What the hell is that?"
Draco stopped. "It's nothing, Ginny." He said, madly indulged with her body. But once she felt the pain again, she realized it was coming from his pocket.
While he was still enticed at undoing her skirt, she reached into the long coat pocket. But as she pulled on the object, Draco stopped kissing her, noticing that she was curious about what he kept there.
Then Ginny gasped, almost fainting, her breath caught in her throat. Draco drew a face of pure terror and confusion as he looked from her face to the object.
The dagger was long and pointed, jagged on the edges. Ginny pushed herself off the bed.
She threw the dagger to the ground, tears welling in her eyes. "Draco, it was you?" Was all she could manage from her throat.
Draco stared up at her with frightful eyes. He reached out for her body, trying to grab her. She pulled away from his grasp and knocking him in the chest with her fist. "Don't touch me! Get away from me!" She screamed, pushing him from her.
"Ginny, it's not what you think." He stammered, trying to grab her hips.
"Like hell it isn't! Oh, God!" She cried. "How could I have been so stupid! How could I have.oh, God!" She screamed, pressing her hands over her tear-stained eyes.
"Ginny, I didn't-"
"It all makes since now. How could I have ever thought that you would actually care for me? And I didn't see who was fighting or what happened. All I cared for is that I thought it was you. How could I have thought that?" She looked around the room. "I was so...blind..." She then looked at him, backing into a corner.
"Get out!" She yelled, pointing towards the door.
He looked at the entrance with moaning eyes. He reached out for her once more, but she quickly slapped him, leaving a look of pure anger and confusion on his face. "Just get out!" She screamed.
He opened his mouth, searching for words, but none came at the moment. With a swift run, he unlocked the door, and took one last look at Ginny, his eyes full of hurt and anger.
He knew that he had left Ginny in the room with tears wetting her beautiful face. Tears that would have never forgiven him for what he had done.
To Be Continued in the Next Chapter
**Isn't that a horrible way to end a chappie? Don't worry, this is romance, you know it's ALL good. Check in for the next chapter soon! Please R&R! **
Love, **Flourish**