Ginny say, propped on her elbows, and stared at the back of Draco Malfoy's
head. She didn't blink, or move, just sat there and watched. Miss Sharmp
had gone to sleep a few hours ago; Ginny could hear her snoring. Finally
Draco sighed and sat up, scowling at the darkness he knew was Ginny. "What
do you want?" he asked, annoyed at having someone stare at his head for the
past half hour without saying anything. He really wanted to sleep.
"Well?" he asked when she didn't reply. He was starting to get creeped. She wasn't moving, or anything. "Would you just say something already?"
"Why?"
"Why? Because you're scaring me, that's-"
Ginny cut him off. "No, not that." Draco stopped. "Oh...then what?" He leaned against the back of the bed and shut his eyes, all for going back to sleep.
"Why did you kiss me?"
He froze.
"It was an accident," he said after a while, trying to breathe regularly. How could he have been so stupid? He knew she was bound to ask sooner or later. And here he was, totally caught off his gaurd, and she was waiting for a reply. "It was...an accident," he repeated more steadily.
Silence. Then...
"Oh,"
He flinched. For some reason that word, that stupid, little, not-even-a- real-word word cut him. He turned on his side, trying to block out the image of HER, sitting there. Just her, sitting there now, infuriated him. Why should SHE be the one being sad? How could SHE be the one hurt, what right did SHE have to be making him confused?How DARE SHE think SHE could just humiliate him and make him look stupid? He knew, somewhere, in the back of his head, that he wasn't being rational, but right now he didn't care. He just wanted to forget about her. 'It's her,' he thought wildly. 'She did something.' He was tossing and turning now, trying to get comfortable. 'Stupid little wench. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. ' the thought kept repeating itself in his head. 'It's all her fault....all that's happened...it's....all....her.....I....het....fault.....I....h....' he was almost asleep before the rational part of his mind broke in.
'You LOVE her,' it sneered. He frowed, half-asleep, and turned onto his other side. 'You KNOW you do!' The voice sounded gleeful. 'You love her, and you know it. You told Harry you didn't, but you do and you can't deny that' Draco glared at the wall. 'I do NOT!' he snapped to the voice. 'I do NOT I do NOT I do NOT!' he was hysterical, and he knew it, but he went on. 'It's all her fault! All of this! I wasn't lying! It was an accident! I was lying! Potter knows! Ask him' He was beyond insanity. He didn't feel mad, just like he was arguing with another person. A person who irritated him beyond his wits end, but certainly not himself.
'You love her, love her, lovey lovey LOVEY!' the voice taunted. 'Do not do not do not do not do not...." Draco repeated over and over again, trying to drown out the taunting voice. He put his head in his hands and tried to get rid of it. But it always came back. Over and over it teased, and over and over he denied. It was like a song, a play, a make believe story played out by two singer. 'Love!' 'No!' 'Love!' 'No!' 'Love!' "No!" The last line he shouted out loud, and both voices stopped, as his shout echoed around the room, He suddenly felt childish, and more embarassed then he'd ever been.
He glanced over and say that Ginny was curled up, still sleeping, and the nurses snores never ceased.Stone-faced he settled back into bed, and gave it all his will to not think of anything for the rest of the night. And he didn't.
"Well?" he asked when she didn't reply. He was starting to get creeped. She wasn't moving, or anything. "Would you just say something already?"
"Why?"
"Why? Because you're scaring me, that's-"
Ginny cut him off. "No, not that." Draco stopped. "Oh...then what?" He leaned against the back of the bed and shut his eyes, all for going back to sleep.
"Why did you kiss me?"
He froze.
"It was an accident," he said after a while, trying to breathe regularly. How could he have been so stupid? He knew she was bound to ask sooner or later. And here he was, totally caught off his gaurd, and she was waiting for a reply. "It was...an accident," he repeated more steadily.
Silence. Then...
"Oh,"
He flinched. For some reason that word, that stupid, little, not-even-a- real-word word cut him. He turned on his side, trying to block out the image of HER, sitting there. Just her, sitting there now, infuriated him. Why should SHE be the one being sad? How could SHE be the one hurt, what right did SHE have to be making him confused?How DARE SHE think SHE could just humiliate him and make him look stupid? He knew, somewhere, in the back of his head, that he wasn't being rational, but right now he didn't care. He just wanted to forget about her. 'It's her,' he thought wildly. 'She did something.' He was tossing and turning now, trying to get comfortable. 'Stupid little wench. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. ' the thought kept repeating itself in his head. 'It's all her fault....all that's happened...it's....all....her.....I....het....fault.....I....h....' he was almost asleep before the rational part of his mind broke in.
'You LOVE her,' it sneered. He frowed, half-asleep, and turned onto his other side. 'You KNOW you do!' The voice sounded gleeful. 'You love her, and you know it. You told Harry you didn't, but you do and you can't deny that' Draco glared at the wall. 'I do NOT!' he snapped to the voice. 'I do NOT I do NOT I do NOT!' he was hysterical, and he knew it, but he went on. 'It's all her fault! All of this! I wasn't lying! It was an accident! I was lying! Potter knows! Ask him' He was beyond insanity. He didn't feel mad, just like he was arguing with another person. A person who irritated him beyond his wits end, but certainly not himself.
'You love her, love her, lovey lovey LOVEY!' the voice taunted. 'Do not do not do not do not do not...." Draco repeated over and over again, trying to drown out the taunting voice. He put his head in his hands and tried to get rid of it. But it always came back. Over and over it teased, and over and over he denied. It was like a song, a play, a make believe story played out by two singer. 'Love!' 'No!' 'Love!' 'No!' 'Love!' "No!" The last line he shouted out loud, and both voices stopped, as his shout echoed around the room, He suddenly felt childish, and more embarassed then he'd ever been.
He glanced over and say that Ginny was curled up, still sleeping, and the nurses snores never ceased.Stone-faced he settled back into bed, and gave it all his will to not think of anything for the rest of the night. And he didn't.