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Ferret in the Burrow - Chapter 2 - Broken Unicorn
Summer continued, despite having Malfoy in the house. Ginny tried to be civilized with him sometimes, but he was just too damn irritable. A couple of times she found herself looking for sharp objects to reach, but she stopped and calmed herself down, but there was one day that he really ticked her off.
Ginny was sitting around in the living room when Harry walked by. He smiled at her before he left the room. He looked hotter every time she saw him. At this thought she cursed to herself.
Damn it, she thought, every time I seem to be getting over him, he all of sudden is around all the bloody time. Then I fall for him every bloody time. She grumbled a bit.
"Drooling over, Potter?" Draco asked as he entered the room and had just seen Harry walk out.
"Go bother someone else, Malfoy," Ginny said, snapping out of her thoughts.
"Oh, are you bothered. I apologize," he said sarcastically and then sat down in a nearby chair. "You're house is so boring. There is nothing interesting to do around here. All you do is write and read and...knit."
"Oh you should try knitting sometime," Ginny said sarcastically, "It's very fun. While you're at it, could you knit yourself a noose and spare us all from your constant whining?"
Draco gave her a sarcastic oh-very-clever look.
"We aren't here for your enjoyment so don't expect me to be juggling flaming sticks anytime soon for your pleasure. You're here because you need shelter alright? So just live with it." Ginny went back to doodling in her notebook. Writing a lot of I *heart* HP and then crossing it out. She smiled down at the looks of the name Ginny Potter. She liked the sound of it. Just then her notebook was wrenched from her hands. She looked up to see Draco Malfoy smirking and then to her worst nightmare he began reading things off.
"Oh Harry, if you only knew how I really felt..." he said in a girly voice. "If you only knew how much I loved you." And as if things couldn't get any worse Harry, Ron and Hermione had just walked in from the back room. She ran towards Malfoy, but then he read it.
"I know we'll be together in the future Harry. We were meant to be. Both of us have encountered the Dark Lord and I've always felt a special bond to you. I know you do too." Draco smirked at her and saw that she was ghostly white and was looking behind him. He turned around to see Harry.
"Oh Potter. Looks like she still likes you," Draco said, planting the book in Harry's hands opened. Harry looked down at it and then back up at Ginny. A look of shock was still on his face.
Ginny looked down. She felt tears coming on and she fought against them. She hated Malfoy. She hated herself more. She should have known better than to write such things, because everything you write down is always eventually found by someone. Of course in her case it had to be Malfoy and Harry.
"Lucky you, Potter," Draco said smugly. "And don't be upset about it too much, Red, at least now he knows..." Ginny gave him a cold look as he smirked and began to walk off.
"Oh no you don't," Ron stated, grabbing Draco by the back of his shirt and pulling him back. "I'm going to pulverize you into grape juice."
"Ron!" Hermione shouted and Ron lifted a fist and Draco shielded his face. Ginny took the time to walk over, take her notebook back and then run off upstairs. The others watched her go.
"What's going on in here?" Mrs. Weasley demanded coming onto the scene and surveying it.
Ginny ran up to her bed and collapsed on it. She cried for forever. When her pillow was sopping wet (on both sides) she took her aggressions on the stupid journal. She tore every page into tiny pieces and threw them on the floor.
Once she was through with that she threw a porcelain unicorn her mom had gotten for her when she was little against the wall. It hit the wall and then shattered into pieces. She felt a bit better after this, but then she looked at the pieces of the once beautiful porcelain unicorn and she felt like crying again. Her parents and saved up so much to buy her that.
She crawled over to it and picked up the pieces and held them in her hands. There was a knock at the door.
"Ginny?" she heard someone call, but their voice was muffled.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"It's me, Ron. Can I come in?" he asked. Ginny reached up and turned the handle and the door slightly opened. Ron pushed through and shut the door behind him. He looked down at Ginny who was looking sadly at the broken pieces of her unicorn.
"Weasley temper got to you, eh?" Ron smiled at her. She looked up and nodded.
"Put them on the ground, Gin, you're going to get cut." Ginny slowly put them on the ground in a small pile.
"Repairo," Ron said, waving his wand that he had pulled out of his pocket.
"Ron! You're going to get--"
"No, we can use magic between our 6th and 7th year. It's mostly because students practice their apparating over the summer, but we can still use other types of magic." Ginny smiled at him.
"Thanks, Ron," she sniffed and hugged him. "Sometimes you can be the biggest git in the world, but you're the best older brother I could ask for." Ron smiled at. There was a knock at the door.
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley called, "Ginny are you in there?"
"Yes, mum," Ginny called. Mrs. Weasley opened the door and walked in, Malfoy behind her.
"Draco..." Mrs. Weasley warned. Draco gave her a fleeting look.
"I'm sorry, Weasley," Draco stated and crossed his arms. Mrs. Weasley nudged him. "I mean, Ginny."
"That's nice. Now I want you two to make up. You both we'll be living in this house for the rest of summer and I do not want to have to put up with you're constant bickering. Ron, out!" Mrs. Weasley said, ushering Ron out the door.
"But mum...are you trying to get Ginny killed?" Ron asked.
"Ronald Weasley--" she started, but closed the door leaving Draco and Ginny alone in Ginny's room. Draco shuffled his feet and Ginny sniffed and wiped her cheeks.
"So, what's with the unicorn?" Draco asked. Ginny stayed silent and ran her finger across the smooth porcelain. Draco cleared his throat.
"Does your family do this to everyone who gets in a tiff?" he asked. Ginny still didn't reply.
"Unicorn got your tongue?" Draco smirked. Ginny glared up at him. Draco looked away and his eyes travelled across the room examining the shredded pages of the diary that were scattered on the floor.
"Looks like Potter won't be reading your diary anymore-"
"Why did you have to tell him?" Ginny spat. Draco looked at her. "Why do you have to make fun of me like that? What have I ever done to you, besides a few minor insults, that would make you want to ruin my life and make me look like such an idiot?"
"I didn't think telling Potter about your already-known affections would be 'ruining your life'," Draco replied.
"Well it did. According to him I was over him...now I'm back to that annoying girl with a huge crush on him who is related to his friend." Ginny looked back down. She sniffled.
"Look, Wea- Red, I don't see what the big hype is about, Potter. Why do you like him so much if he doesn't like you back?"
"Ouch," she said sarcastically.
"I'm not going to lie to you. I'm just stating the facts. Maybe you need to move on. Obviously Potter isn't interested."
"I've tried," Ginny stated.
"Well obviously not hard enough. Trying would meaning putting an end to writing 'I love Potter' in your journal a million times."
"Well what do you want me to do! I need to vent someplace or I'll go mad!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Fine, fine, fine," Draco said quickly, sitting down opposite to her. "I suppose it's true, but you should never keep the things you write, because everything you write down is always eventually found by someone." Ginny looked at him curiously. My thoughts exactly, she thought.
"Will you reach under my bed," Ginny asked Draco, "Feel for a heart shaped box. It has some chocolate in it." Draco pulled out the box and opened it. It had an assortment of different chocolate-y treats.
"Your boyfriend give that to you?" he asked, handing it to her.
"Actually I'm not dating him anymore." Ginny stated.
"You're not, eh?" Draco asked, "What broke you up?"
"Harry pining," Ginny blushed.
"That's really pathetic," he smirked.
"I know," Ginny said, shoving a piece in her mouth. "Wan' sum?" she asked, her mouth full.
"No thanks. I'm watching my figure." Ginny stifled a chocolate-y smile and put the box away.
Ginny finally swallowed her piece of chocolate and then gulped out, "You know Malfoy, you're acting...kinda nice right now. It's really weird." Draco smirked.
"And you all wonder why I don't act nice, because I get called weird for doing so." Ginny smiled.
"No, I just mean, it's different coming from you," Ginny stated.
"Well it's truly not me, but every once in a while this side of me comes out and well, people get the wrong image of me so don't plan to see more of this. It's a rare sight. Almost as rare as getting pictures of me smiling." Ginny giggled.
"Anyway, so I'd say this is the most making-up Mrs. Weasley is going to get out of us, so I'm going to go now. It's been great, red, but I've other important businesses to take care of. One of them being fixing the bruise your ruddy brother gave me. Later."
"Later," Ginny replied and Draco left.
That night at dinner, there was little conversation. Draco went back to being a prat, but much to Ginny's liking he didn't really making any snide comments at her. Mr. Weasley joined them later in the evening when they were still outside.
"Attention, all of you," Mr. Weasley called, the group quieted down and listened, "Tomorrow we will be attending Sirius Black's funeral at the Godric's Hollow Cemetery. I want you all to be dressed in your best suits."
"Why are we attending his funeral?" Draco drawled, "He's was a convict."
"And he's also my godfather," Harry looked at Draco coldly.
"And he wasn't a convict!" Ron stated.
"He was accused for a crime he didn't commit," Hermione added on.
"And I'm sure he told you that too," Draco smirked, eating a bite of food. Harry and Ron sprung from their chairs, but Hermione grabbed Ron and pulled him back down and Mr. Weasley lay a hand on Harry's shoulder. They both sat back down and glared at Malfoy.
"Sirius was ten times the man your father could ever be," Harry hissed. Draco raised his hand to throw a fork at Harry, but Ginny caught it.
"Boys! Boys!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at them all. "That's enough! I want you all to apologize!" Neither of them said a thing.
"Apologize you neither of you will get to go the funeral," Mrs. Weasley warned.
"You can't do that to Harry, mum!" Ron said astonished.
"I can do whatever I like. Apologize."
"Sorry," Ron and Harry both muttered.
"And you," Mrs. Weasley rounded on Draco, "Apologize or you won't be getting that lock on your door!"
"He's getting a lock?" Ron and Harry complained.
"Say you're sorry," Mrs. Weasley ignored them and asked Draco.
"Sorry," Draco muttered.
"That's very nice," Mrs. Weasley said, her angry face turning back into a smiling one. "Now all of you finish off your meals and get to bed. We're getting up awfully early tomorrow morning and I want you all of you to look your best to pay your respects."
The third chapter will come out as soon as I get at least 10 reviews. That's not too much to ask, is it? Anyway, I hope you're enjoying this fic so far. I had a lot of fun writing it. -- Heather