"You HIT him?" Ginny shouted at her brothers. "No," George corrected.
"Fred did" Fred looked sheepish. Ginny was absolutely beside herself with
rage. "Why?" she asked quietly. Fred and George looked at each other; they
looked very uncomfortable. Ginny narrowed her eyes. "What?" she asked,
again in that dangerously quiet voice, for all that she was shaking with
rage. Fred opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. He did
this a few more times.
"You look," George said thoughtfully. "Like a fish," Fred and Ginny both glared at him. Ginny leaned back and crossed her arms. "I'm waiting for an answer, dearest brother," she said with fake sincerity. Fred screwed up his mouth and hummed, trying to think of an answer. "Because," he said finally. "He said..." George nudged him and looked at him meaningfully. Ginny was waiting against the wall, looking at them, tapping her foot."Yes, he said what? Nothing more stupid than either of you could come up with, I'm sure," she said in a sweet voice.
"He said that he....was just playing with you," George said smoothly. "And we didn't want you to get hur-" "LIAR!" Ginny exploded. "I can't beleive you'd say that! Are we even realated?" for all that she was a head shorter than either of them, she tended to remind them of their mother when she was angry. They cowered back, hands up. "You don't even know him!" Fred tried to protest. "Yes, I do." Ginny snapped. "More than you do." Suddenly she burst into tears. "I-I can't beleive you'd lie to me like that! I can't even think of why you would hit him," she wailed. "I told you, it's because we don't want you to get hurt," George tried forwards and touched her arm.
She jerked away and glared at him through her veil of tears. "Well, he wouldn't, and you're doing a pretty good job yourself there. I thought...I thought you were my brothers...my friends...but I guess...I thought wrong." She ran out of the room , sobbing. Fred and eorge ran after her, and George reached out to grab her. "Ginny...I'm sorry. I didn't mean- " "Just...get away!" she half screamed, half sobbed. She ran all the way to the Fat Lady's portrait before she realized that Fred and George would be coming up here anyway, and they were possibly the last people she wanted to talk to.
She sniffed and wiped her face on her robes, then set off to the library, wanting some peace and quiet. When she got there she groaned. Hermione and Ron were hunched over, discussing something. Although she really didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment, especially one of her brothers, but she was intreigued to find out what they were conversing so deeply about. She walked up behind them, making sure to not make any noise or let thm know she was there.
She cought bits and pieces of their conversation, but enough to tell her what she needed to know. "It's bad enough that people I don't know gossip about me behind my back," she said, startling thm, "but my own brother and friend, talking about me behind my back? That's a new low. Real. Low." she said, glaring at them. "But not as low as finding out your brother punched your best friend," at these words Hermione flinched, and started to speak, but Ginny cut her off. "Why can't anyone let ME live MY life the way I want to?" She stalked out, not looking where she was going, until she realized that she was lost.
She turned back to retrace her steps, then found herself in a different, but familiar passage. She realized what the time must be and headed along her way to the owlry. She needed to talk to Draco; even though she didn't beleive her brothers, they had never lied to her seriously. There might be -and she hoped there wasn't- even the tiniest bit of truth in what George said. Ginny couldn't bear to think of that, so she quickened her pace and trotted to the owlry, anxious to see Draco face to face again.
"You look," George said thoughtfully. "Like a fish," Fred and Ginny both glared at him. Ginny leaned back and crossed her arms. "I'm waiting for an answer, dearest brother," she said with fake sincerity. Fred screwed up his mouth and hummed, trying to think of an answer. "Because," he said finally. "He said..." George nudged him and looked at him meaningfully. Ginny was waiting against the wall, looking at them, tapping her foot."Yes, he said what? Nothing more stupid than either of you could come up with, I'm sure," she said in a sweet voice.
"He said that he....was just playing with you," George said smoothly. "And we didn't want you to get hur-" "LIAR!" Ginny exploded. "I can't beleive you'd say that! Are we even realated?" for all that she was a head shorter than either of them, she tended to remind them of their mother when she was angry. They cowered back, hands up. "You don't even know him!" Fred tried to protest. "Yes, I do." Ginny snapped. "More than you do." Suddenly she burst into tears. "I-I can't beleive you'd lie to me like that! I can't even think of why you would hit him," she wailed. "I told you, it's because we don't want you to get hurt," George tried forwards and touched her arm.
She jerked away and glared at him through her veil of tears. "Well, he wouldn't, and you're doing a pretty good job yourself there. I thought...I thought you were my brothers...my friends...but I guess...I thought wrong." She ran out of the room , sobbing. Fred and eorge ran after her, and George reached out to grab her. "Ginny...I'm sorry. I didn't mean- " "Just...get away!" she half screamed, half sobbed. She ran all the way to the Fat Lady's portrait before she realized that Fred and George would be coming up here anyway, and they were possibly the last people she wanted to talk to.
She sniffed and wiped her face on her robes, then set off to the library, wanting some peace and quiet. When she got there she groaned. Hermione and Ron were hunched over, discussing something. Although she really didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment, especially one of her brothers, but she was intreigued to find out what they were conversing so deeply about. She walked up behind them, making sure to not make any noise or let thm know she was there.
She cought bits and pieces of their conversation, but enough to tell her what she needed to know. "It's bad enough that people I don't know gossip about me behind my back," she said, startling thm, "but my own brother and friend, talking about me behind my back? That's a new low. Real. Low." she said, glaring at them. "But not as low as finding out your brother punched your best friend," at these words Hermione flinched, and started to speak, but Ginny cut her off. "Why can't anyone let ME live MY life the way I want to?" She stalked out, not looking where she was going, until she realized that she was lost.
She turned back to retrace her steps, then found herself in a different, but familiar passage. She realized what the time must be and headed along her way to the owlry. She needed to talk to Draco; even though she didn't beleive her brothers, they had never lied to her seriously. There might be -and she hoped there wasn't- even the tiniest bit of truth in what George said. Ginny couldn't bear to think of that, so she quickened her pace and trotted to the owlry, anxious to see Draco face to face again.