A/N: Hey guys!! I have returned!! By the way, I kinda realized I never
really put up any disclaimer so, here it goes (it applies for all previous
chappies plus any to come!)
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter, the cow jumped over the moon, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, and pigs can fly. Get the picture?
A/N: Now, on with the story!
Ginny wandered through the hallways, no particular destination in mind. She wasn't ready to face her friends, or her brother, so the Gryffindor commonroom was out. No place where Dra- Malfoy, she corrected herself, would be. She had no real interest in going to any of her remaining classes. Finally, she decided on the Astronomy Tower, because a) there were no classes there at the time and b) it would be the last place Malfoy would be.
Her mind made up, she worked her way across the school, careful that she didn't bump into anyone she knew. Pulling down the ladder that led up to the tower, she quickly scaled it and pulled it back up, lest anyone should be walking by and see it.
Sighing, she hugged herself as she glanced down at the grounds so far below, the tears flowing freely. She made no attempt to wipe them away, or even to stop them for that matter.
What was she crying, anyway? It wasn't as if she loved him or anything. Bloody hell, they'd shared their first kiss this morning! So why was she so upset?
"Because you thought he was different," she told herself aloud. "You thought you saw that side of him that no one's ever seen before; the side that is capable of loving someone, capable of feeling something besides hatred. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he had changed, had become more...human.
But obviously you were wrong," she said to herself bitterly. "And now what? Now you're standing up here crying to yourself and wallowing in self- pity. That's just so much better."
Straightening up, she brushed away her tears impatiently, angry with herself for being so easily saddened. She spun around and strode over to the trapdoor. Kicking it open, she climbed down the ladder and shut the door again. She turned to leave and walked into a warm, solid body. Feeling a hand on her arm to steady her, she followed the length of the arm until she found herself staring into a pair of all-too-familiar gray eyes.
He felt her entire body go rigid as soon as she realized who he was. For several seconds, neither of them was capable of speech. He saw her bloodshot eyes and puffy red cheeks, and his heart sank when he realized she'd been crying. He'd never meant to hurt her like this.
With his hand, he feather-brushed his fingers over her cheek. Her eyes closed for a few seconds, relishing the feeling of his warm fingers gliding over her skin. Then she remembered where she'd come from, and more importantly, why she'd been there in the first place, and her eyes snapped open.
He saw her eyes close and then open again, and he was able to read all of her feelings. He saw pain, hurt, and sorrow. He knew he was the reason she was feeling that way, and he had never felt more pain in his entire life then right then.
He was so caught up in her emotions, he failed to notice her swinging arm until it was too late. His head whipped to the side as the loud whack resounded through the hallways. As his gaze returned to hers, he saw that all the pain and sadness he had seen just moments before was replaced with a blazing anger.
"How dare you," she said softly, willing her voice not to break and reveal how sad she truly was.
"How dare you." She continued glaring at him, almost as if daring him to say something. He swallowed, his throat as dry as sandpaper.
"Ginny," he said hoarsely, unable to say anything more.
"Don't. Just don't," she said. Unable to stand there anymore, she moved around him to leave. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she said coldly,
"Don't touch me Malfoy." Shrugging his hand of, she practically ran away, the tears streaming down her face yet again. Malfoy was once again left alone, having never felt so miserable and helpless in his entire life. How could he have been so stupid? He's just let the best thing that ever happened to him slip through his fingers, and now he would probably never even be able to see her again. What the bloody hell was wrong with him? And while he didn't know the answer to that one, he did know this: he was going to do whatever it took to win her back, even if it meant opening up his heart, something he'd never done before.
A/N: Finally, he gets some brains!! But will he be in time? Stay tuned to find out...
A/N: Also, thanks to 'twinsRus87' for adding me to her fave authors list...by the way, if you have some spare time and wanna read a cute story, check hers out! It's called 'The Year of New Faces and Dance.'
A/N: So thanks ahead of time for all those lovely reviews I know you guys will leave me (hint hint)! *winks*
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter, the cow jumped over the moon, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, and pigs can fly. Get the picture?
A/N: Now, on with the story!
Ginny wandered through the hallways, no particular destination in mind. She wasn't ready to face her friends, or her brother, so the Gryffindor commonroom was out. No place where Dra- Malfoy, she corrected herself, would be. She had no real interest in going to any of her remaining classes. Finally, she decided on the Astronomy Tower, because a) there were no classes there at the time and b) it would be the last place Malfoy would be.
Her mind made up, she worked her way across the school, careful that she didn't bump into anyone she knew. Pulling down the ladder that led up to the tower, she quickly scaled it and pulled it back up, lest anyone should be walking by and see it.
Sighing, she hugged herself as she glanced down at the grounds so far below, the tears flowing freely. She made no attempt to wipe them away, or even to stop them for that matter.
What was she crying, anyway? It wasn't as if she loved him or anything. Bloody hell, they'd shared their first kiss this morning! So why was she so upset?
"Because you thought he was different," she told herself aloud. "You thought you saw that side of him that no one's ever seen before; the side that is capable of loving someone, capable of feeling something besides hatred. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he had changed, had become more...human.
But obviously you were wrong," she said to herself bitterly. "And now what? Now you're standing up here crying to yourself and wallowing in self- pity. That's just so much better."
Straightening up, she brushed away her tears impatiently, angry with herself for being so easily saddened. She spun around and strode over to the trapdoor. Kicking it open, she climbed down the ladder and shut the door again. She turned to leave and walked into a warm, solid body. Feeling a hand on her arm to steady her, she followed the length of the arm until she found herself staring into a pair of all-too-familiar gray eyes.
He felt her entire body go rigid as soon as she realized who he was. For several seconds, neither of them was capable of speech. He saw her bloodshot eyes and puffy red cheeks, and his heart sank when he realized she'd been crying. He'd never meant to hurt her like this.
With his hand, he feather-brushed his fingers over her cheek. Her eyes closed for a few seconds, relishing the feeling of his warm fingers gliding over her skin. Then she remembered where she'd come from, and more importantly, why she'd been there in the first place, and her eyes snapped open.
He saw her eyes close and then open again, and he was able to read all of her feelings. He saw pain, hurt, and sorrow. He knew he was the reason she was feeling that way, and he had never felt more pain in his entire life then right then.
He was so caught up in her emotions, he failed to notice her swinging arm until it was too late. His head whipped to the side as the loud whack resounded through the hallways. As his gaze returned to hers, he saw that all the pain and sadness he had seen just moments before was replaced with a blazing anger.
"How dare you," she said softly, willing her voice not to break and reveal how sad she truly was.
"How dare you." She continued glaring at him, almost as if daring him to say something. He swallowed, his throat as dry as sandpaper.
"Ginny," he said hoarsely, unable to say anything more.
"Don't. Just don't," she said. Unable to stand there anymore, she moved around him to leave. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she said coldly,
"Don't touch me Malfoy." Shrugging his hand of, she practically ran away, the tears streaming down her face yet again. Malfoy was once again left alone, having never felt so miserable and helpless in his entire life. How could he have been so stupid? He's just let the best thing that ever happened to him slip through his fingers, and now he would probably never even be able to see her again. What the bloody hell was wrong with him? And while he didn't know the answer to that one, he did know this: he was going to do whatever it took to win her back, even if it meant opening up his heart, something he'd never done before.
A/N: Finally, he gets some brains!! But will he be in time? Stay tuned to find out...
A/N: Also, thanks to 'twinsRus87' for adding me to her fave authors list...by the way, if you have some spare time and wanna read a cute story, check hers out! It's called 'The Year of New Faces and Dance.'
A/N: So thanks ahead of time for all those lovely reviews I know you guys will leave me (hint hint)! *winks*