A/N – This is a short chapter, but it has its uses. Um...just in reply to
somebody who said in a review, 'I want them to have sex', that is just
well...not going to happen so if that's the only reason you are reading this
then stop because you see the rating? It is not R, if you want that kind of
stuff, read R rated fics.
Chapter Ten – The "Truth"
Spitting out loud so that people looked curiously at her, "Well it's about time I find out!"
Ginny stormed off down the corridors, her hair fanning out behind her back and her eyes a deep tempestuous brown. It didn't take her long to find him, she should have known, out by the lake, lately he seemed to always be outside, usually near the lake. Not that she noticed...but her window just happened to face the lake. Ginny stomped over to Draco but just before she got close enough for him to notice she slipped on the grass and slid right over to him. She caught his glance, his grey eyes penetrating hers.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her, not kindly, but with a small hint of hope in his voice.
Ginny pulled herself off the ground, she feverishly tried to brush the dirt off her legs, but failing she turned her head back to his and replied.
"I can't handle it Draco, I want to know, I need to know!"
Draco's brow furrowed, "Need to know what?" he replied cautiously.
Ginny pursed her lips, "You know what I mean! Where WERE YOU during the war! You know everyone wants to know and I could never be with somebody I didn't trust!"
Draco smirked, but painfully. "What makes you think I even want to be with you!"
Ginny rolled her eyes, pushing her fringe out of her eyes. "That's not the point! But I was just saying..."
"You were insinuating Ginny..." Draco interrupted her.
"Insinuating?" Ginny asked.
"YES!" Draco screamed back. For the first time his mask had slipped, but he recovered soon enough, the same calm façade moulding his features. "I mean...yes, it's obvious you want me!" he continued.
Ginny bowed her head, he was unbelievable, but she knew he didn't mean what he said, well, in a way. She leant out to him and touched his arm, "I don't believe the rumours Draco," she said softly
He turned away from her, "Why?" He mumbled. Ginny sought for a reason in her mind, "Well I guess, maybe I do trust you...to an extent..."
Draco angrily yanked his arm away from hers. "That's so Gryffindorish of you! So Fucken Weasley like! Believe the bad boy is really a good one! Trust your enemy, believe in the good, all that fucken rubbish, did it ever occur to you Ginny, that maybe rumours can be right?" he said quickly, his face flushing.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked slowly, backing a little away from him.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut. And reached for his sleeve. Ginny saw on his forearm what she had doubted he would have had, and it made her insides turn up and down knowing she had kissed him, knowing she had fallen for a deatheater. The wind picked up and as Ginny ran away she couldn't hear exactly what Draco was yelling after her, she couldn't even tell the tone of his voice, all she could hear were his yells.
Ginny slammed her door and flopped on the bed. She couldn't believe it, but she supposed now she had to didn't she? Draco had SHOWN HER, he had shown her and admitted to her he was a deatheater, and for all she knew he still could have been one. How could she have been so damn STUPID! He was a MALFOY, of course he would have become a deatheater, what just struck her as strange was that Dumbledore would have to have some idea of what Malfoy did, but his confidence in him was not fitting. She fell asleep that night to nightmares of arms being burnt with flesh, and her family disowning her for her sins.
At breakfast the next morning it was easy to tell Ginny Weasley was not at her best, even when a young 1st year tried to ask her a question she just snapped and sent hem away. Her hair was dishevelled, and her eyes had huge bags under them, her face was gaunt and her outfit looked like she had thrown on the first thing she had seen, even if it was dirty.
Draco sat at breakfast too, a little out of place to his usual self, he couldn't believe he'd told Ginny that, he hadn't told ANYBODY that, and then some girl comes along and wants to know the truth, think she knows, could it be that he didn't want her to have any false hope of him? Did he want a relationship with Ginny Weasley? It didn't matter really, the looks she gave him that morning told him everything he needed to know, she wanted nothing to do with a deatheater, no matter how innocent that deatheater happened to be.
The next few days past in silence, Ginny would try her utmost to avoid Draco at all costs, Ron of course was pleased, he thought it his influence that she had stopped hanging around with that 'Garbage', Draco let Ginny avoid him, it was her decision, yet he would sometimes catch himself glancing at her, or trying to cross paths with her. It was just useless though, if Ginny was to find out the truth, the real truth not the one she thought she had Draco would need somebody else to get through to her first.
As this thought entered his mind he jumped up and ran off, muttering to himself, 'Luna...of course, why didn't I think of her earlier?'.
A/N – Really short chapter. There is probably only maybe one left after this one, so yes, but I am starting a new Ginny/Draco fic which I've written three chapters on so far, and once this is finished I will post it up.
Chapter Ten – The "Truth"
Spitting out loud so that people looked curiously at her, "Well it's about time I find out!"
Ginny stormed off down the corridors, her hair fanning out behind her back and her eyes a deep tempestuous brown. It didn't take her long to find him, she should have known, out by the lake, lately he seemed to always be outside, usually near the lake. Not that she noticed...but her window just happened to face the lake. Ginny stomped over to Draco but just before she got close enough for him to notice she slipped on the grass and slid right over to him. She caught his glance, his grey eyes penetrating hers.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her, not kindly, but with a small hint of hope in his voice.
Ginny pulled herself off the ground, she feverishly tried to brush the dirt off her legs, but failing she turned her head back to his and replied.
"I can't handle it Draco, I want to know, I need to know!"
Draco's brow furrowed, "Need to know what?" he replied cautiously.
Ginny pursed her lips, "You know what I mean! Where WERE YOU during the war! You know everyone wants to know and I could never be with somebody I didn't trust!"
Draco smirked, but painfully. "What makes you think I even want to be with you!"
Ginny rolled her eyes, pushing her fringe out of her eyes. "That's not the point! But I was just saying..."
"You were insinuating Ginny..." Draco interrupted her.
"Insinuating?" Ginny asked.
"YES!" Draco screamed back. For the first time his mask had slipped, but he recovered soon enough, the same calm façade moulding his features. "I mean...yes, it's obvious you want me!" he continued.
Ginny bowed her head, he was unbelievable, but she knew he didn't mean what he said, well, in a way. She leant out to him and touched his arm, "I don't believe the rumours Draco," she said softly
He turned away from her, "Why?" He mumbled. Ginny sought for a reason in her mind, "Well I guess, maybe I do trust you...to an extent..."
Draco angrily yanked his arm away from hers. "That's so Gryffindorish of you! So Fucken Weasley like! Believe the bad boy is really a good one! Trust your enemy, believe in the good, all that fucken rubbish, did it ever occur to you Ginny, that maybe rumours can be right?" he said quickly, his face flushing.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked slowly, backing a little away from him.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut. And reached for his sleeve. Ginny saw on his forearm what she had doubted he would have had, and it made her insides turn up and down knowing she had kissed him, knowing she had fallen for a deatheater. The wind picked up and as Ginny ran away she couldn't hear exactly what Draco was yelling after her, she couldn't even tell the tone of his voice, all she could hear were his yells.
Ginny slammed her door and flopped on the bed. She couldn't believe it, but she supposed now she had to didn't she? Draco had SHOWN HER, he had shown her and admitted to her he was a deatheater, and for all she knew he still could have been one. How could she have been so damn STUPID! He was a MALFOY, of course he would have become a deatheater, what just struck her as strange was that Dumbledore would have to have some idea of what Malfoy did, but his confidence in him was not fitting. She fell asleep that night to nightmares of arms being burnt with flesh, and her family disowning her for her sins.
At breakfast the next morning it was easy to tell Ginny Weasley was not at her best, even when a young 1st year tried to ask her a question she just snapped and sent hem away. Her hair was dishevelled, and her eyes had huge bags under them, her face was gaunt and her outfit looked like she had thrown on the first thing she had seen, even if it was dirty.
Draco sat at breakfast too, a little out of place to his usual self, he couldn't believe he'd told Ginny that, he hadn't told ANYBODY that, and then some girl comes along and wants to know the truth, think she knows, could it be that he didn't want her to have any false hope of him? Did he want a relationship with Ginny Weasley? It didn't matter really, the looks she gave him that morning told him everything he needed to know, she wanted nothing to do with a deatheater, no matter how innocent that deatheater happened to be.
The next few days past in silence, Ginny would try her utmost to avoid Draco at all costs, Ron of course was pleased, he thought it his influence that she had stopped hanging around with that 'Garbage', Draco let Ginny avoid him, it was her decision, yet he would sometimes catch himself glancing at her, or trying to cross paths with her. It was just useless though, if Ginny was to find out the truth, the real truth not the one she thought she had Draco would need somebody else to get through to her first.
As this thought entered his mind he jumped up and ran off, muttering to himself, 'Luna...of course, why didn't I think of her earlier?'.
A/N – Really short chapter. There is probably only maybe one left after this one, so yes, but I am starting a new Ginny/Draco fic which I've written three chapters on so far, and once this is finished I will post it up.