Without Trust There is No Love

Disclaimer: I, once again, do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. I barely own the title because I got it from the movie Moulin Rouge. I own nothing except for this ridiculous plot. (Haha, I seem to insult my plot all the time…)

Author's Note: Woohoo! I am back with more of my boring story! readers glare and mutter 'Go away'. Heh heh. I know, my fellow readers, I love you too. . Well, if you're already on the fourth chapter that means you just LOVE my story and hungry for more! …or you just want to flame this over and over. sigh I always get my hopes down. looks away in a distance

Chapter 4: Falling and Failing

When Draco had convinced Ginny to stay, relief swept over him. This was another chance, another opportunity, to just pass the first part of the test. However, he still had no idea what the second part of the test was. To tell her really he didn't love her? That would be too easy to even be true. Nonetheless, he was still going to pass and he was glad.

"Thanks." Draco said, after Ginny agreed to stay.

Ginny sighed and nodded. Draco knew that she was reluctant to stay, yet she was still willing.

"We shouldn't even be out here. Points will get taken off." Ginny said, looking around nervously.

"You didn't think about points when you came out here alone." Draco pointed out, smirking.

Ginny flushed and muttered something about not thinking. Again, a sigh was heard from her, and her eyes were cast towards the brilliant night sky. The clouds were almost fully gone; there were a few still floating around the half moon. Even if the air was cold, Draco could see that Ginny felt at ease in the night.

"And did you forget that I'm a Head Boy?" Draco asked, with a teasing tone.

"I wish you weren't, Malfoy," Ginny replied, still staring into the peaceful sky. "You abuse your power."

With a snort, he had replied. Taking her eyes off the sky, she looked at him with a small smile. It wasn't a fake smile nor a sarcastic one, but a genuine smile. Her eyes were looking into his, and it was making him feel uncomfortable. Of course, many girls have looked at him before, but not the way Ginny did. Quickly, Draco looked away from her. For some odd reason, he couldn't stand looking into her eyes. There were so many emotions in them, and he could not make any of them out.

"Well…why are you keeping me here?" Ginny asked.

Draco looked back at her, with no emotion at all. They were standing a foot or two away from each other. It was dark, and if it wasn't for the moon, Draco wouldn't have been able to see her face. By the looks of her face, she was puzzled. She wanted to know why he made her stay.

"To talk, I suppose." Draco replied, shrugging.

"Alright, then."

With that, Ginny immediately sat down on the grass she was once standing on. Draco frowned in bewilderment wondering what she was doing. Ginny tugged the end of his robe, motioning him to sit down as well.

"Are you afraid to get your robes dirty?" Ginny said.

"What the hell are you doing?" Draco asked, impatiently.

"Well, you wanted to talk. I think I'll be more comfortable sitting when we talk." Ginny answered, giving him a smile.

Draco rolled his eyes and sat down with an angry sigh. Once he sat down, he realized that the grass was wet. Instantly, he stood back up. Ginny giggled a bit, and he shot a glare at her which made her stop.

"Damn it," he cursed, "The grass is wet…ugh, now I have mud all over my robes."

Smiling, Ginny stood up, too. They were still two feet apart from each other. Draco started brushing off the back of his robes, looking very disgusted. Ginny started laughing quietly.

"Can't even get a bit of mud on you? It's not that bad. You can still wash them." Ginny said, looking very amused. "I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of it."

"Shut up, Weasley. These were new robes. But I guess you wouldn't know what it's like to have new ones because all you get is hand-me-downs from your brothers." Draco said, without thinking. Right after the last word tumbled out of his mouth, he regretted everything he just said.

Silence took over. Draco desperately wanted to apologize, but he never did apologize to anyone before. Malfoys don't apologize. The quiet tension between them began to feel very uncomfortable. Draco frantically made up what he was going to say in his mind, but Ginny spoke first:

"So, it's back to Weasley now? Whatever happened to calling me Ginny?" she said softly.

There was a pause.

"It was never Ginny. It is and always will be Weasley…" Draco teased, gently.

The way he said it, to his surprise, wasn't in a mean tone. It was in a kind, teasing tone as if trying to make her laugh. To his relief, he saw a smile form from her lips. Without realizing it, Draco had moved closer to Ginny. Now, they were only a couple of inches apart from each other. Ginny had her eyes on the ground, but Draco lifted her chin up with one hand letting her eyes look back into his gray ones.

Suddenly, nothing mattered anymore. Their names didn't matter, their hatred was gone, and the test didn't matter. Draco was failing. Deep inside of him, he knew he was. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn't hold them back. They slowly rolled down her soft cheeks. Gently, Draco brushed them away with the back of his hand.

"Don't cry." he whispered, pulling her a bit closer.

Suddenly, Draco pulled her into a deep kiss. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer to him. She didn't resist but returned the kiss. Her arms went around his neck, holding onto him. Her lips were soft against his. Together, they were in a sweet bliss. For a slight moment, Draco didn't even care about the test. All he cared about right now was Ginny and how sweet her soft lips tasted. Then, the voice of his father came into his mind.

"If you happen to fall in love with that Weasley, I'll kill you myself."

Instantly, Draco's mind was back on the test, but Ginny had pushed away. She backed away from him and looked at him in shock. They were now standing apart from each other, staring. Secretly, he was disappointed that she had pushed away, but he did not show it on his pale face. Secretly, he wanted his lips to be on hers, but no emotion came to his face.

"Why?" Ginny said, quietly.

"Why what?" Draco asked.

"Why are you all of a sudden like this? You're not yourself. Why are you so nice to me?" she said, staring at him with sad eyes.

"Ginny," he began.

"Just tell me why, Draco. There has to be some reason." Ginny said.

Draco didn't answer.

"What are you really doing?" Ginny said, sounding scared all of a sudden.

Draco, still not answering, took a step closer to her; she took a step back. Draco knew that Ginny was suspicious. She was realizing there was something behind all this sudden kindness. He needed to let that suspicion be erased from her. Again, he took a step closer, reaching to touch her face. She backed away from his touch, looking somewhat frightened.

"Tell me." Ginny said.

"There's nothing to say." Draco said, shortly.

There was a slight pause.

"Why are you so scared of me, Ginny?" Draco asked, quietly looking at her.

"You'd be scared too," Ginny whispered. "Knowing that you're starting to fall in love with someone you're forbidden to, knowing that this wasn't supposed to happen like this." Tears started rolling down her cheeks. "I am scared, Draco. I'm scared of falling in love with you…"

Draco felt a great joy when he heard those words. He was going to pass! It was only a day into Hogwarts, and he knew already that he was going to pass this by next week. He would show his father and to Voldemort that he was really capable of becoming a Death Eater…

"And do you love me?" Draco asked, hopefully.

"I don't know yet." Ginny said, her face stained with tears. "I don't trust you, Draco. Without trust there is no love…"

Damn it! Draco thought, angrily.

Without saying another word, Ginny walked past Draco. He made a move to go after her but decided not to. That was enough for tonight. He watched her disappear into the doors of the castle. Sighing, he looked up at the night sky. It was, indeed, beautiful. The twinkling stars winked at him, reminding him of Ginny's innocent eyes.

"Why am I doing this?" he said to himself. " Why am I doing this to the Weasley?"

With another sigh, he walked towards the castle, retracing Ginny's steps. The test was getting very hard. Ginny kept being a bit fickle about everything. First, she loves him. Then, she doesn't. Why couldn't she just make up her mind?

He opened the door leading into the Entrance Hall. Inside, he saw Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, walking around. The cat looked at Draco with lamp-like eyes and hissed. Draco looked at it with disgust and was tempted to kick it; but he thought better of it. Mrs. Norris began meowing loudly, calling for Filch.

"Oh, shut up." Draco hissed, " Silencio!"

Immediately, the sound coming from the cat stopped but she was still moving her mouth. Draco smirked and went to the staircase that led to the dungeons. As he walked down the winding steps, he heard Filch upstairs, crying out in rage that his cat had a spell on it. He laughed quietly to himself.

When he reached the Slytherin common room, he was asked the password.

"Dementors."he muttered.

The portrait swung open and he climbed in. There was no one in the common room, to his relief. Everyone was asleep in their dormitories. The fire had died out which made the common room quite cold. Shivering, he went up to the boys' dormitory. There, he found a familiar owl waiting for him with a dreaded note from Lucius. Inwardly, Draco groaned.

He untied the note from the owl, and it gave a hoot. With that, it flew away into the night. Taking a deep breath, he opened the letter.

Draco,

I'm hoping all is going well with the test. I am expecting a full report on it by the end of this week. I better see a good progress.

--Father

" I'll just give you a report now, ." Draco muttered under his breath. He threw the letter aside. He went over to his trunk, taking out a quill, a piece of parchment, and ink. Quickly, he scribbled a reply.