J.K. Rowling and Warner Brother's own it all.
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Chapter 2
As Ginny leaned back in the shower, with the hot water beating down on her, the tears she had refused to let fall since leaving the Room of Requirement came. She had listened to Hermione's speech, and while she knew Hermione was sincere, and that the three did truly care for her, she didn't want to deal with that right now. So she had politely excused herself, claiming sleep and double potions before retreating to her room and the showers.
'If he would just open up to me, I know that this could work,' Ginny thought to herself.
'Maybe he has opened up to you, and you just don't want to see this for what it is,' she countered, the doubts that Ron had thrown at her for the past month surfaced as she continued her inward dialogue.
'No, I refuse to believe that. Draco may want the rest of the world to think he's a carbon copy of his bastard of a father, but he has shown me otherwise'
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"Did you like what you saw Weaslette?" The familiar drawl of the Slytherin seeker reached Ginny's ears as she wandered by the lake after fleeing the Pitch.
"I loved it, it simply confirmed my suspicions, that we have nothing to fear from a team of flying snakes led by a ferret," Ginny retorted with a satisfied smirk on her face as she spun to face Draco.
"Keep telling yourself that, I happen to think that you, little weasel were there spying, and not just to gather information about our strategies," Draco retorted lifting his eyebrows suggestively.
"While Moody might have managed to restore your outward body to it's correct state, I think he left behind that ferret brain of yours if you think for one moment that I was out there to watch you," Ginny stated truthfully. While her attention had been focused on Draco, it was really a love for the position of seeker that had drawn it there.
Ginny knew that Harry was a much better seeker than she could ever hope to be, but she could never forget the great thrill that she had during her fourth year playing seeker. Her attention focused on nothing but finding, and acquiring the prized Snitch for her team. As the youngest of seven, and the only girl, it was hard to gain attention, other than that of coddling the 'baby girl' of the Weasley clan. The position of Seeker had given her the power to win or lose a match, and as Ginny rarely lost at anything she put her mind to, the attention that it got her was easy to get used to.
"Don't worry Weasley, I was checking you out too," Draco winked.
"Malfoy, I have better things to do than to 'check you out'. Furthermore, I could care less whom you choose to observe. Kindly leave me to enjoy the lake and go find Parkinson or someone who cares!" Ginny stated as she turned to continue walking.
"Damn Ginny, I was just kidding."
Ginny turned slowly, trying to reconcile the voice she was hearing, and her first name that was spoken.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
Ginny was curious as to what it is he wanted. She knew he must want something to have bothered using her first name.
"I just thought it was time… I mean, I admit I can't stand that weasel, scar head, or mudblood…"
"Ron, Harry, and Hermione?" Ginny interjected, refusing to allow Draco to belittle them, no matter how rejected they had made her feel as of late.
"Yes, you bloody well knew who I meant!"
"Well use there proper names, or don't refer to them at all."
"Fine I won't. I guess the point is, I see no point in you and me attacking each other. I have nothing against you, save your house and family."
"And that's nothing at all. Of course family and house mates wouldn't mean a thing to a self-centered spoiled prat such as you," Ginny retorted, her voice rising again, as she flushed with anger.
"You miss my point, I have nothing against you personally."
"Is that all Malfoy?" Ginny asked tiredly.
"Yes, that is all Ginny, and the name is Draco."
"Good, I will then continue my walk, Malfoy."
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Ginny stepped out of the showers, and into her night shirt. It had been a gift from Hermione last year. It was white and came down mid-thigh with a drawing of a large yellow bird on it.
"A night shirt Hermione," Ginny had exclaimed with fake enthusiasm. While she didn't expect extravagant gifts, she did think that a night shirt, from her brother's girl friend was an odd choice. Especially one with a simplistic bird that a child could have drawn on the front.
"The bird is called Tweety," Hermione explained detecting the disappointment in Ginny's voice. "Tweety was one of my favorite character's growing up, I had everything Tweety, including a giant stuffed toy that I slept with every night," Hermione continued after explaining that 'Tweety' was a character from a muggle carphoon.
Laying back in the bed, Ginny sighed as she hugged the pillow tight into her chest trying to stifle the sound of her sobs.
'Why is he doing this to me?' Ginny cried repeatedly, softly until she fell off asleep.
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"Gin?" Liane nudged Gin softly.
"Leave me alone, where are my skiving snack boxes?" Ginny retorted grumpily, not looking to leave her bed.
"I heard you crying after you came back in last night Gin, whatever he's done…"
Liane never had a chance. "Why does the noble and brave house of Godric always assume that he has done something?" Ginny yelled sitting up suddenly. "Is it even remotely possible that Draco Malfoy might have done absolutely nothing to me, and that my life, my mood, my existence is affected by more than some Boy that I happen to be interested in? First it was Harry, now Draco, honestly, you would think that I was nothing without some boy to be identified by…"
Ginny didn't know why she was denying that she had been crying about Draco, or why she was biting Liane's head off. Liane Coulter had been a good friend to her, especially as she started coming to terms with the fact that her brother's trio would remain just that, with no room for her. Liane was a pleasant girl, she was a muggle born, born and raised in America. Liane's mother was from Jamaica, and she had inherited a volatile temperament. While she remained pleasant and cordial most of the time to everyone, she was quick to speak what she thought, her temper boiling over for only the length of time needed to express herself. Once she had spoken her mind however, Liane was fine.
"Damn Gin, we assume when you're upset that he's done something, because you are seventeen. And as a seventeen year old girl, I happen to know that when we have our eyes set on a man, our moods are greatly affected by what they have done. I don't know exactly what it is that has you waking up on this side of the bed this morning, but I wanted to wake you because potions starts in thirty minutes, and I thought you'd had enough of serving detention with Snivellus for the year. When you have decided that you're tired of acting the complete bitch, please do let me know, until then, I'll give you your space."
Gin groaned as she watched her friend storm out of the room with her books slung over her shoulder. Weighing the wrath of Snape, her brothers' wretched inventions, or simply going to class; Gin quickly determined that the latter was the lesser of the evils and hurriedly dressed before heading to the dungeons.
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A/N: Okay, so Malfoy is OOC. He will not be the embodiment of pure evil, because I could never put Ginny with that kind of man, but there is more to him than meets the eye. Also, Carphoon. It's meant to be cartoon, and yes it is intentionally misspelled