Ginny opened her eyes to the bright light of the morning sun. She moved her
arms up and stroked Draco's face and hands. Gazing into his sleeping face,
she remembered last night's events. 'I'm so young...' She thought, 'But it
feels so right...' She untangled herself from his limbs and slid her bare
legs aver the edge of the bed, gazing into the mirror. There was a change
in her. It was different, but she couldn't pin it right on. She shrugged it
off and looked at the grandmother clock that rested on the dresser.
"Oh my gosh!" Ginny gasped softly, remembering Draco sleeping soundly. She pulled on her clothes silently, gazing out the window at the daylight. Her light jacket wouldn't be needed, but she pulled it on anyways. She scribbled out a note to Draco on a parchment scrap and set it on the pillow next to him. Bending down slowly, she kissed him gently on the forehead.
"I love you, Ginny." He whispered from his sleep. Ginny smiled softly.
"I love you, too." She murmered. She stepped out the door, and with a last fleeting look at Draco's sleeping figure, she shut the door and made her way slowly home.
In the middle of the day, the Weasley family, including her two brothers who worked out of the country but came home for the summer, were usually outside, eating apple pie and cold sandwiches in the blazing sun. Today they sat in the living room, facing away from the fireplace. Her mother sat holding Hermione's hand tightly on the couch, while Ron and Harry stood uncertainly behind her. Fred and George, who had come to visit for a couple of days, stood in the middle of the room by Charlie and Percy, who was chewing his nails. All of them looked fidgety. She could hear her father talking on the fellytone in the hallway, with Bill giving out hushed whispers. Ginny pulled off her sandals and tip-toed past her family, unnoticed. Placing her foot cautiously on the first step in the kitchen, it gave a groaning creak.
"Damnit!" Ginny muttered as she heard the fellytone hit the floor and a million footsteps clamber to the room. Her mother's flushed and tear- stained face stuck out from her tousled, unwashed hair, and Ginny felt a pang of guilt for making her mother worry so. Everyone tried to hug her at once, and tried to scold her at the same time. Ginny backed up slowly, not wanting to be part of it. It didn't feel right, not after what happened with Draco. How he told her how he felt about his family. She stepped up another step, going backwards so as the watch the crowd, who hadn't noticed the new creak or the fact that Ginny wasn't in the center of their huddle. She took a deep breath and took slow step up the stairs, turning around. She took another few steps before stopping dead.
"Ginerva Anne-Marie Weasley! Where were you?!" Her father bellowed, not sounding like himself at all. Ginny felt a sudden anger at her family. For everything, all at once. For not including her in the Order. For them always being there for her, while Draco had nothing. For being poor. For always getting her everything second-handed. Fer being them. For caring enough to yell at her for being gone. She hated it.
"Out," She snapped, eyes blazing, her anger suddenly consuming her. Her father went up the steps two at a time and stood towering in front of her. Unmoved, she glared up into his gaze. She'd never seen him this angry, but then she'd never been as angry as she was now. She was unintimidated. She moved her eyes and saw Harry, Hermione and Ron gazing, dumbstruck, in total disbelief about her sudden change in behavior.
"Where are your school things?" Arthur said menacingly. Ginny blinked and turned, walking up the stairs and into her room. No one came after her.
"I didn't buy any!" She yelled down at them, shutting her door softly. The fellytone extension in her room began to ring and she stepped across the soft violet carpet to pick it up.
"Hello?" She said quietly, so her parents didn't hear her talking.
"Ginny..." Draco murmered from over the fellytone. "How are you?" Ginny felt her anger melt away as she realized the genuine concern in his voice. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, remembering the encounter.
"I'm... great." She said happily, smiling ear-to ear. She knew that Draco was smiling on the other end.
"Listen, Ginny, about last night..." Ginny felt her heart drop to her stomach. "Did you want that to happen?"
Ginny took a deep breath. "Yes."
Draco sighed in relief. "Me, too. But... I have to go back home. My Mum's sick. She needs me."
"I understand..." Ginny whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. 'It's only a couple of months,' She told herself. It didn't help.
"I'm so sorry." He said softly. "The Knight Bus is here. I'll see you in school, alright?"
"Okay," Ginny said, brightening a bit. So he wanted to see her!
"I love you, Ginny."
"I love you, too, Draco."
"Good-bye."
"Til next time."
She gently set the reciever back down on the hook and gazed at it, her giddiness showing all over face. She'd never been so happy before. She flopped down on her bed, not a care in the world. She didn't know how much her life could change in a short while.
"Oh my gosh!" Ginny gasped softly, remembering Draco sleeping soundly. She pulled on her clothes silently, gazing out the window at the daylight. Her light jacket wouldn't be needed, but she pulled it on anyways. She scribbled out a note to Draco on a parchment scrap and set it on the pillow next to him. Bending down slowly, she kissed him gently on the forehead.
"I love you, Ginny." He whispered from his sleep. Ginny smiled softly.
"I love you, too." She murmered. She stepped out the door, and with a last fleeting look at Draco's sleeping figure, she shut the door and made her way slowly home.
In the middle of the day, the Weasley family, including her two brothers who worked out of the country but came home for the summer, were usually outside, eating apple pie and cold sandwiches in the blazing sun. Today they sat in the living room, facing away from the fireplace. Her mother sat holding Hermione's hand tightly on the couch, while Ron and Harry stood uncertainly behind her. Fred and George, who had come to visit for a couple of days, stood in the middle of the room by Charlie and Percy, who was chewing his nails. All of them looked fidgety. She could hear her father talking on the fellytone in the hallway, with Bill giving out hushed whispers. Ginny pulled off her sandals and tip-toed past her family, unnoticed. Placing her foot cautiously on the first step in the kitchen, it gave a groaning creak.
"Damnit!" Ginny muttered as she heard the fellytone hit the floor and a million footsteps clamber to the room. Her mother's flushed and tear- stained face stuck out from her tousled, unwashed hair, and Ginny felt a pang of guilt for making her mother worry so. Everyone tried to hug her at once, and tried to scold her at the same time. Ginny backed up slowly, not wanting to be part of it. It didn't feel right, not after what happened with Draco. How he told her how he felt about his family. She stepped up another step, going backwards so as the watch the crowd, who hadn't noticed the new creak or the fact that Ginny wasn't in the center of their huddle. She took a deep breath and took slow step up the stairs, turning around. She took another few steps before stopping dead.
"Ginerva Anne-Marie Weasley! Where were you?!" Her father bellowed, not sounding like himself at all. Ginny felt a sudden anger at her family. For everything, all at once. For not including her in the Order. For them always being there for her, while Draco had nothing. For being poor. For always getting her everything second-handed. Fer being them. For caring enough to yell at her for being gone. She hated it.
"Out," She snapped, eyes blazing, her anger suddenly consuming her. Her father went up the steps two at a time and stood towering in front of her. Unmoved, she glared up into his gaze. She'd never seen him this angry, but then she'd never been as angry as she was now. She was unintimidated. She moved her eyes and saw Harry, Hermione and Ron gazing, dumbstruck, in total disbelief about her sudden change in behavior.
"Where are your school things?" Arthur said menacingly. Ginny blinked and turned, walking up the stairs and into her room. No one came after her.
"I didn't buy any!" She yelled down at them, shutting her door softly. The fellytone extension in her room began to ring and she stepped across the soft violet carpet to pick it up.
"Hello?" She said quietly, so her parents didn't hear her talking.
"Ginny..." Draco murmered from over the fellytone. "How are you?" Ginny felt her anger melt away as she realized the genuine concern in his voice. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, remembering the encounter.
"I'm... great." She said happily, smiling ear-to ear. She knew that Draco was smiling on the other end.
"Listen, Ginny, about last night..." Ginny felt her heart drop to her stomach. "Did you want that to happen?"
Ginny took a deep breath. "Yes."
Draco sighed in relief. "Me, too. But... I have to go back home. My Mum's sick. She needs me."
"I understand..." Ginny whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. 'It's only a couple of months,' She told herself. It didn't help.
"I'm so sorry." He said softly. "The Knight Bus is here. I'll see you in school, alright?"
"Okay," Ginny said, brightening a bit. So he wanted to see her!
"I love you, Ginny."
"I love you, too, Draco."
"Good-bye."
"Til next time."
She gently set the reciever back down on the hook and gazed at it, her giddiness showing all over face. She'd never been so happy before. She flopped down on her bed, not a care in the world. She didn't know how much her life could change in a short while.