Draco turned around. "What is it now, Weasley? Begging for money so your
family can pay for new rags to clean the floor?"
Ron gritted his teeth and willed himself not to say anything. He grimly stood up and faced Malfoy, his eyes wary. "I wanted to know what... Is what you said to Harry true? About... about my.... about Ginny?" he finally managed. He was doing all he could not to jump on Malfoy again, but he had to know whether he was really just leading his sister on.
Malfoy tilted his head with a confused look on his face. "Your... sister.... Oh, that's right! The loony one. It runs in the family, you know. You're all so undesirable that you crawl to the bottom. Look at your Mother - she was so hopeless she finally had to settle with a Weasley, of all people. And you, associating with Moodbloods and Giants.... and that little twitter-brain of a sister you have, how she practically flung herself at me-"
He dodged again as Ron lunged for him. After about ten minutes, they heard some teachers coming towards them and dashed away.
*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*
Ron limped back to the Gryffindor Common Room, still seething. He wanted to murder Malfoy - if those teachers hadn't come along he was sure he would have. Still steaming, he walked in and headed for the Boy's Dormitory with his head down. He tried to go up quietly without anyone noticing, but of course Harry and Hermione noticed right away. They followed him into the Dorm, where Ron sat on a bed, still looking at the ground.
"Ron... Ron, what's wrong? Why were you limping?" Hermione asked, worried. She gasped as Ron looked up, giving them full view of his face. 'It can't be that bad...' he thought. He knew he probably had a black eye, and one of his lips was bleeding.... Malfoy had also kicked him in the knee again, which had caused the limp. He smiled slowly. "At least I gave Malfoy a goon 'un on the head. He deserved it," he added darkly. In response to Harry and Hermione's questioning stares, he repeated what Malfoy had said.
After he was done Harry was glowering. About to storm out to give Malfoy a piece of his mind, Hermione grabbed his arm to stop him. "You know you shouldn't, Harry," she warned, her face pale. Her grip tightened. "And besides... we still have classes." She looked at Ron. "You better get cleaned up."
*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*
That night, Ginny decided to tell Herm. She quietly asked if she could talk to her alone, and once they were both up in the Girls' Dormitory, she sat down in a bed facing Hermione. She took a deep breath, and started to talk. "Hermione... it's about Draco." Ignoring Herm's sharp intake of breath, she continued. "I know... I know he said those things, but he didn't mean them. Really!" she added at Herm's doubtful stare. "I know he said those things, but he said them because... because I told him to" she continued, blushing slightly. "I wanted to get Ron and Harry and them off my case... off his case, too, so we planned this... " She gave a weak smile. "Aren't I a good actress? Anyway, the point it, I.... really like his, and he... likes me too.... I think." Noticing the preoccupied look on her face, Ginny asked, "Hermione? What's wrong?" Hermione looked startled, then uncomfortable.
"Well..."
"Yes?" Ginny prompted. She got the feeling that Hermione didn't want to tell her.
"I'm not really supposed to say.... but... Malfoy, he.... well... Ron went to talk to him, so I suppose maybe part of it is Ron's fault, but.... he... well, he said some.... not so nice things about... about you, and your family, and... me... and so, then... Ron got mad and tried to hit him, but you know Ron, he's always losing his temper, but that's not the point, the point is, Malfoy was insulting you in particular, and he.. beat up Ron pretty bad, and, oh, Ginny, I'm sorry, but I wasn't supposed to say, so please don't tell them you know!" She finished in a rush. Ginny was just staring blankly at her.
This made no sense at all. Why didn't Draco just walk away? He could have.... but even as she thought this she knew he couldn't. 'Could it really be true?' she thought numbly. 'Could he really hate me? For being Ron's sister... for being a Weasley?' She felt cold. Ginny shivered. "Are you cold? I'm cold. I think I'll go to sleep now." she said in a strangely high-pitched voice before closing the bed curtains around her and, fully clothed, lay down to think. Or...... Not to think. She just wanted to sleep. To forget everything and just float in a blissful cloud of nothingness.
So that's what she did.
*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*
Draco sat in his chair before the fire in the Slytherin Common Room, glaring at nothing in particular. Damn Weasley. Just having to meddle. What Draco Malfoy did was of no concern to any lower class scum that walked around accusing him of stupid things. What right did that dirt have to even talk to him, anyway? He would have hexed him, but the teachers stopped him just in time. One of these days he was going to wipe that annoying little Weasle out of the way, along with his Moodblood girlfriend and that Goody- Good Potter.
The thought made him smirk, then another thought flitted across his mind, and his grin faded. He scowled. Why did she have to be a part of everything? Couldn't he just live his life without involving HER for even a few moments? Sulking, he got up and went to bed, thinking bitter thoughts.
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((*^__^* I know there's quite a few things messed up in this fic, so bear with me.
No 1 - if you had read the firs couple chapter, I said I KNOW that Fred and george aren't supposed to be here, so don't get on my case about it any more, please!
No 2 - This was written B E F O R E the fifth book came out, so don't expect references. And donn't correct me on things, okay? Because I know what I'm doing
No 3 - Are Draco and Ginny related??? If they are, it's distant enough not to matter.
And right now it's Wednesday, July 2, 2003. Tomorrow I'm leaving for Kansas City and then I'm going to Arkansas for two weeks, so I can't update for a while.... sorry. If it's after that, I might just be waiting until inspiration strikes again.
Anyway, that's it.))
Ron gritted his teeth and willed himself not to say anything. He grimly stood up and faced Malfoy, his eyes wary. "I wanted to know what... Is what you said to Harry true? About... about my.... about Ginny?" he finally managed. He was doing all he could not to jump on Malfoy again, but he had to know whether he was really just leading his sister on.
Malfoy tilted his head with a confused look on his face. "Your... sister.... Oh, that's right! The loony one. It runs in the family, you know. You're all so undesirable that you crawl to the bottom. Look at your Mother - she was so hopeless she finally had to settle with a Weasley, of all people. And you, associating with Moodbloods and Giants.... and that little twitter-brain of a sister you have, how she practically flung herself at me-"
He dodged again as Ron lunged for him. After about ten minutes, they heard some teachers coming towards them and dashed away.
*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*
Ron limped back to the Gryffindor Common Room, still seething. He wanted to murder Malfoy - if those teachers hadn't come along he was sure he would have. Still steaming, he walked in and headed for the Boy's Dormitory with his head down. He tried to go up quietly without anyone noticing, but of course Harry and Hermione noticed right away. They followed him into the Dorm, where Ron sat on a bed, still looking at the ground.
"Ron... Ron, what's wrong? Why were you limping?" Hermione asked, worried. She gasped as Ron looked up, giving them full view of his face. 'It can't be that bad...' he thought. He knew he probably had a black eye, and one of his lips was bleeding.... Malfoy had also kicked him in the knee again, which had caused the limp. He smiled slowly. "At least I gave Malfoy a goon 'un on the head. He deserved it," he added darkly. In response to Harry and Hermione's questioning stares, he repeated what Malfoy had said.
After he was done Harry was glowering. About to storm out to give Malfoy a piece of his mind, Hermione grabbed his arm to stop him. "You know you shouldn't, Harry," she warned, her face pale. Her grip tightened. "And besides... we still have classes." She looked at Ron. "You better get cleaned up."
*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*
That night, Ginny decided to tell Herm. She quietly asked if she could talk to her alone, and once they were both up in the Girls' Dormitory, she sat down in a bed facing Hermione. She took a deep breath, and started to talk. "Hermione... it's about Draco." Ignoring Herm's sharp intake of breath, she continued. "I know... I know he said those things, but he didn't mean them. Really!" she added at Herm's doubtful stare. "I know he said those things, but he said them because... because I told him to" she continued, blushing slightly. "I wanted to get Ron and Harry and them off my case... off his case, too, so we planned this... " She gave a weak smile. "Aren't I a good actress? Anyway, the point it, I.... really like his, and he... likes me too.... I think." Noticing the preoccupied look on her face, Ginny asked, "Hermione? What's wrong?" Hermione looked startled, then uncomfortable.
"Well..."
"Yes?" Ginny prompted. She got the feeling that Hermione didn't want to tell her.
"I'm not really supposed to say.... but... Malfoy, he.... well... Ron went to talk to him, so I suppose maybe part of it is Ron's fault, but.... he... well, he said some.... not so nice things about... about you, and your family, and... me... and so, then... Ron got mad and tried to hit him, but you know Ron, he's always losing his temper, but that's not the point, the point is, Malfoy was insulting you in particular, and he.. beat up Ron pretty bad, and, oh, Ginny, I'm sorry, but I wasn't supposed to say, so please don't tell them you know!" She finished in a rush. Ginny was just staring blankly at her.
This made no sense at all. Why didn't Draco just walk away? He could have.... but even as she thought this she knew he couldn't. 'Could it really be true?' she thought numbly. 'Could he really hate me? For being Ron's sister... for being a Weasley?' She felt cold. Ginny shivered. "Are you cold? I'm cold. I think I'll go to sleep now." she said in a strangely high-pitched voice before closing the bed curtains around her and, fully clothed, lay down to think. Or...... Not to think. She just wanted to sleep. To forget everything and just float in a blissful cloud of nothingness.
So that's what she did.
*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*
Draco sat in his chair before the fire in the Slytherin Common Room, glaring at nothing in particular. Damn Weasley. Just having to meddle. What Draco Malfoy did was of no concern to any lower class scum that walked around accusing him of stupid things. What right did that dirt have to even talk to him, anyway? He would have hexed him, but the teachers stopped him just in time. One of these days he was going to wipe that annoying little Weasle out of the way, along with his Moodblood girlfriend and that Goody- Good Potter.
The thought made him smirk, then another thought flitted across his mind, and his grin faded. He scowled. Why did she have to be a part of everything? Couldn't he just live his life without involving HER for even a few moments? Sulking, he got up and went to bed, thinking bitter thoughts.
*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*
((*^__^* I know there's quite a few things messed up in this fic, so bear with me.
No 1 - if you had read the firs couple chapter, I said I KNOW that Fred and george aren't supposed to be here, so don't get on my case about it any more, please!
No 2 - This was written B E F O R E the fifth book came out, so don't expect references. And donn't correct me on things, okay? Because I know what I'm doing
No 3 - Are Draco and Ginny related??? If they are, it's distant enough not to matter.
And right now it's Wednesday, July 2, 2003. Tomorrow I'm leaving for Kansas City and then I'm going to Arkansas for two weeks, so I can't update for a while.... sorry. If it's after that, I might just be waiting until inspiration strikes again.
Anyway, that's it.))