Unstoppable Part II

A/N: Oh, guys. I am so sorry that I haven't updated for a long, long time. So anyway, this is the 2nd chapter of my 3-part story. Coz you see, it's too long and I'm kind of limiting it. I hope you understand. So if you want me to continue [but of course, I will continue. No way I'm not gonna finish this]. Let's change it. If you want me to post the very last chapter of Unstoppable as quickly as possible, do it the simple way and just review! C= hehe. Enjoy!

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Oh God, oh God. He's coming. He's definitely coming. And he's near. I can sense it.

"Ginny? Ginny, are you in here?" Harry's voice called out, breaking the silence.

Yup… we're in the same room.

My head turned from side to side only to see complete darkness. But if there were light, I would only see the two walls of the closet. It felt like I would be compressed any minute. But I'd rather be here than to be with Harry now that I've lost my so-called most priced possession.

I gulped. But I guess he found me now. All thanks to Colin Creevey who couldn't let the moment pass that he actually helped Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, to tell him I was actually here in this deserted classroom, clamped here in this small closet. I should have known that I couldn't trust that kid.

"Ginny?" Harry called again, his footsteps slowly making his way towards the classroom.

Any minute now, I thought as I heard the door open. Oh, men. Why didn't I hide in my room? Why did I have to hide in this stupid room clamped here in this stupid closet surrounded by this stupid things with this stupid smelly—

There was a loud screeching sound and before I knew it, Harry's arms were around me, squeezing me. I squinted into the bright lights. I must have stayed long in that dark closet.

"Oh, Ginny, you poor thing," Harry was mumbling in my hair. Then he faced me with his concerned, cute (yeah, cute) green eyes. "Who did this to you? Who locked you in here?"

I blinked. "Uh, what?" I muttered inattentively.

"Who did this to you? Who locked you in here?" he repeated, his eyes flashed in anger.

I opened my mouth then closed it and opened it again. I have no idea what to say. I just wanna get outta here!

Harry's eyes darkened. "It's Malfoy, isn't it?" he growled.

My eyes widened. I could feel my palms get sweaty and my face turn red as a tomato. I knew I looked foolish and well, guilty but I didn't have time to care about that.

Coz he has to mention that name.

Malfoy.

Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy.

The name that brings a tingle in my spine.

And the memory of what happened that night flashed back into my mind.

It had been a week since that incident happened. Every time I come across him in the hallway, I could feel his cold, intense eyes on me. But I tried my best to ignore him. I would turn around and go the other way. I knew it was so, well… so obvious that I was avoiding him. But I didn't care. What important was that I stay as far away from him as possible.

But I guess that's not what's important to Malfoy.

It was obvious that he was trying to get close to me. It was like as if—

I gulped, as the thought brought shivered into my backbone.

It was like as if he was finishing what happened that night…

Or he might be furious when I left him lying in there…

Nah, he's a Malfoy. Malfoys hate our family. Maybe he just wanted to make fun of me or something.

Yeah, that's it. But the look on his eyes and the smirk curving in his face was different. It was making me nervous. Really nervous.

"Ginny!"

Harry's voice boomed loudly in my ear, bringing me back to reality.

I scowled and rubbed my ears. I shot an angry look on him. "What?"

Harry continued staring at me, studying me. I coughed and tried to smile. "I mean, um, what?"

"It is Malfoy's doing."

I blinked again. "Excuse me?"

He hugged me again, tighter this time. "Oh, Ginny. You shouldn't be frightened of him."

"Him? Who's him? Harry, what in the world are you talking about?"

He faced me, putting his hand on my face. "He did this to you. Malfoy. He locked you in this classroom. Am I right?"

I stared at him with my mouth wide open. What was I supposed to say?

"Because if I'm not," Harry went on, giving me this piercing stare. "then the only reason why you're in here is that you're

hiding. From me."

Oops.

I let out a nervous laugh. "Now what makes you think I would do that?"

He shrugged and continued giving me this penetrating gaze, unconvinced.

Of course I was hiding from you! I wanted to blurt out. But I couldn't. I do have a heart, after all. I'm not a tactless, inconsiderate little brat. And I guess I don't have any choice…

"Ok, ok. I admit it. Malfoy did this. I just couldn't tell you at first 'cause… well, I…" my voice trailed off as I faked a helpless shrug. But I didn't have to fake my strained smile.

Harry's face darkened. "That git! I am going to kill him."

My smile faltered off a little. "No need to, Harry. Really. See? I'm all right. Positively ok," I said hastily.

"Nonsense. If I see him, I would hex him like I did on our fourth year!"

Uh-oh.

I guess now my mission is to keep Harry as far away from Malfoy as possible. Or else it would be then end of him.

Then again, it wouldn't be that bad. In fact, it would be fun to see…

But no! I couldn't do that. Even if I wanted to. I can't. After all, he didn't do anything…

I shook my thoughts away as we started our way towards the Gryffindor Common Room. "So, Harry," I said, trying to get his mind off that matter. "Why'd you look for me? Do you have something to tell?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Harry said, as the portrait hole opened and he waited for me to step in before he closed it. He led me to the couch near the windowsill. Then he faced me. "Do you still have that box?" he asked eagerly.

That caught me off guard and by surprise too as I fell off the couch. "Ow!" I groaned in pain.

Harry sighed impatiently and helped me sit up again. "Ginny. Stop fooling around. You've been acting strange lately. Something you want to tell me? You know, your boyfriend?"

I know some girls would pay me a lot of gallons just to here the great, the noble and the handsome Harry Potter say those last two words to them. But it had a weird ring on my ears when he said it.

But I didn't have to think about that. Harry's getting suspicious and dubious.

I licked my dry lips. Come on, Ginny. Say something. Say something so that he won't suspect…

"Um."

Oh, great.  That would totally help cover things up. Nice going!

Harry rolled his eyes and sighed.

That's it, Harry. Get tired with me. Get annoyed with me. Break up with me!!!

What was I thinking? A month ago, I felt like bursting with joy when he finally asked me out. But now, I'm wishing that he would break up with me?

Maybe Ron was right.

Maybe I am mental.

I looked at Harry and smiled. "I'm sorry for acting weird these days, Harry. It's just that… well…"

Harry smiled back, his face strained. "It's ok. I guess you feel pressured. We all do."

I exhaled, relieved. "Yup. Pressured. Big time. Haha."

"So, where's the box?"

I coughed. "Uh, box? What box?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Ginny."

"Actually, nope. Don't have any idea what you're talking about. Nope. Not an idea."

Harry frowned. "You know, the box? You're box. Our box. The box I gave you where you keep my letters."

I let out a laugh that sounded like a guffaw. "Oh. That box? Of course that box! Hahahaha. Yes, I still have it."

Harry beamed. "Good. Where is it?"

My smile went off like a light bulb. "Um, the box?"

"Yes. Where is it?"

"Um. Well, I… uh, why?"

"Because," Harry replied, clearly exhausted. "I need it. I've got this beautiful golden box to replace it with. So give it to me."

"NO!" I shouted.

Oops.

Harry cocked his head, looking puzzled at my sudden reaction.

"I mean, no. No need to. I love that box the way it is, really. You don't need to bother getting a new one…"

Harry's face fell. "But Ginny," he almost whined. "I already brought you a new one. Just for you. I thought you'll like it somehow…"

I bit my lip. "Um, well… couldn't you just, like, return it or give it to somebody else?"

"No."

"Oh…"

Harry looked up at me. "Look, Ginny, I gave you that box so I have a right to replace it whenever I want."

Darn it, he's right!

"…but if you really, really liked that old box, then you could keep it," he continued.

I wanted to snort. As if.

I took a deep breath.

"Well-you-see-I-can't-I-really-can't-so-now-I-have-to-go-to-sleep-good-night!" I stood up and was about to go away when Harry grabbed my elbows. "Not. So. Fast."

Damn.

I didn't exactly plan it to work. But it was a good attempt.

He pulled me next to him. "And why not? Why can't you give me the box?"

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Coz its up there. In my room. With my things."

He gave me a pointed look. "Then you can go and get it. I'll wait here."

Shoot! Won't you ever give up?

"I mean, it's not with me."

Harry's face clouded with confusion and disappointment. "What do you mean its not?"

I looked down and played with a loose thread in my robe. "Uh, well, you see…"

Harry gave me an accusing look.

"Don't tell me you lost it?"

I gulped. "No! Of course not."

"Then where is it?"

"It's at… McGonagall's classroom. I, uh, left it there."

I took one last look at Harry's face and almost regretted saying that. I could tell he was really upset.

"But don't worry," I went on. "I'd get it as soon as Filch opened it tomorrow morning," I assured him.

I WILL?!

"You will?" Harry asked, sounding hopeful.

"I guess," I said lamely, smiling weakly.

I just have to commit, do I?

Now what?

I couldn't let my promise be broken. I'm not like that. I made a promise.

And the only way to get that stupid box is…

I cringed.

…is to do business with the clever and devious Draco Malfoy.

Oh men.

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I woke up early the next morning. It was Saturday and I'm pretty sure Harry would go to the Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione. I didn't know if Malfoy was awake this early but I wouldn't know till I find out.

I changed into my robes and slowly, quietly walked out of our dormitory, down the staircase and out the portrait hole.

I began to walk towards the Great Hall, still thinking what to do.

Only a few people were awake, eating their breakfast slowly. I was amazed that some were up this early. I went over the Gryffindor table were only six to seven people were sitting and took a seat at the corner.

I looked up. Dumbledore and the other professors were eating quietly. Dumbledore's twinkling eyes traveled down and met mine. I smiled slightly and he nodded in response.

I licked my dry lips. Should I eat? I yawned and put my head down between my arms. The fresh and scrumptious aroma tickled my nostrils. I groaned and stifled a yawn.

My head snapped up and I rubbed my eyes. Come on, wake up…

I looked around and my eyes traveled to the Slytherin table.

And a pair of cold, gleaming eyes was looking right at me.

Malfoy was sitting comfortably there, drinking coffee, never taking his piercing eyes off me.

He was there all along!!! And I could tell he was watching me since I've stepped foot on the Great Hall.

I stared at him and shifted awkwardly at my sit.

He raised his eyebrows at me and sipped from his cup.

I frowned and looked down, but I could still feel his eyes searching me. I looked up again to meet his eyes.

His eyes twinkled and gave me a pointed look.

I felt my stomach gave a lurch as I get his meaning.

I guess he hasn't forgotten about The Incident too. Is he fuming? I don't think so. He's got this amused look on his face.

I felt my face get hot with discomfiture. And he smirked in satisfaction and drank from his cup in a very mature way, his blonde hair falling lightly on his forehead.

I looked down at the table. You have got to do this! It wouldn't hurt to do a business with a dangerously attractive guy. Right?

I took a deep breath. It's now or never.

I raised my head ready to meet his eyes but stopped.

Malfoy wasn't there anymore.

I sighed.

He just had to make this hard, hadn't he?

Fine.

I stood up and walked towards the Entrance Hall. I looked from left to right. But there was no sign of humanity.

Then I heard a swooshing sound that meant it was Malfoy's robe.

I ran towards the sound. I caught after him, as he was about to turn in the corner. His back was straight but I knew he knew that I was following him. I walked quickly when his back disappeared.

I wanted to walk the other way instead but I've gone this far. And I couldn't give Malfoy the satisfaction that I backed out.

And besides, he has the box. He could do whatever he wants as long as he held it as his possession. 

My eyes widened in fear.

He could let his fellow Slytherins read Harry's letters to me! 

Oh God, oh God.

I increased my pace and within a matter of seconds, I turned at the corner.

Malfoy was leaning at the wall, arms folded, one eyebrows raised in a very sexy way and he was smirking at me.

"About time, Weasley," he drawled as the glint of his eyes twinkled dangerously. "About time…"

Oh, men. What had I gotten myself into?

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Yay, finally. But it doesn't end here! Nope. The last chapter is coming… please be patient and I would really be grateful if you'll review.

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