What's Love?
A/N: Yay! I'm getting more reviews than I expected. Thank you so very much!
Chapter 3
"I don't want you in here either, so get out." She said, holding open the carriage door.
"Make me," he replied dryly.
"Fine," and Ginny took out her wand, preparing to hex him.
"Ok, ok," he grumbled, frightened that she would perform that bat-bogey hex once again. "As long as she's not out there and there are still some carriages left."
"Fine," and she was about to stick her head out the window when the carriage began moving. "Oh no..." she groaned.
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"Oh no..." she groaned.
"Thanks a lot, Weasley," Malfoy said boredly. "Now I'm stuck with you for the rest of the trip!"
"Well, you should've gotten off earlier!" Ginny snapped. "And now you're blaming me for it?"
"Yes," he replied.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
For a few minutes, they just sat opposite each other without talking. Ginny kept glancing at him every once in a while, thinking about their conversation on the train.
Malfoy couldn't help but notice it and finally got annoyed.
"Stop staring at me, Weasley!"
"I'm not staring!" Ginny said defensively.
"Then stop looking!" He said frustratedly.
"Humph!" and she began staring out the window nearest her. "Jerk..." she muttered.
"What's that?" he said sharply.
"Nothing."
"It didn't sound like nothing!" He said accusingly.
Ginny turned away from the window and glared at him.
"I called you a jerk! Okay? Did that sound like something to you?"
"Temper, temper, Weasel," Malfoy said coolly. "Too bad that temper can't help you make money."
"No wonder you don't know what love is!" Ginny said hotly, now so very angry with him that she wanted to hit him. "Your parents taught you how to deceive and hate! Not to respect and care about others!"
"I do not respect others, they respect me."
Ginny would have very much liked to hit him at that moment, but did not want to disappoint her mother.
*Flashback*
Ginny had just hit Ron very hard in the stomach at the age of five because he broke her favorite toy on accident.
"Ginny! Don't treat your brother like that!" Her mother scolded. "I am so ashamed of you right now!"
Tears silently flooded from the young girl's eyes. To have her mum ashamed of her was one of the worst possible things that could happen to her.
"I'm sorry, Mummy," she sobbed.
"You should be apologizing to Ron, not me."
"But—But Mummy!"
"Now Ginny," Molly said in a sharp tone, "do you love your brother?"
"Yeh—Yes," she stuttered.
"Do you love your other brothers?"
"Yes."
Molly Weasley smiled at her youngest child, her only daughter.
"You still have much to learn, Ginny, but there are some lessons that must be learned as a child," her mum explained. "Love thy mother and father; love thy brothers and sisters, love thy neighbors, love thy friends, and love thy enemies."
"My enemies?" Ginny said surprised. "They don't deserve to be loved!"
Molly shook her head.
"Everyone deserves to be loved, Ginny."
*End Flashback*
'Love thy enemies,' Ginny thought over in her head. 'Everyone deserves to be loved...' She glanced at Malfoy. 'It would make Mum proud if I was able to help Malfoy understand love, or at least try.'
Malfoy was staring out the window, watching the castle as it came closer and closer.
"Hey Malfoy," she called to him. "I've decided to help you understand what love is."
He glanced at her.
"What?"
"You heard me, Malfoy," she said nonchalantly. "But we're not even in the same year so I'm thinking of meeting in---"
"Wha--? Wait!" He exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and hitting his head on the roof of the carriage. "Ow!"
"Careful, Malfoy," Ginny said. "It's not a good idea to end up in the hospital wing on the first night back."
"Whoa! Back up there just a minute, Weasley," he said, rubbing his head. "Meetings? Understand what love is? No thanks, Weasley."
"Love is a very important part of life!" Ginny argued. "Actually, the most important part of life."
"Then how come I've never heard about it?" he asked sarcastically.
Ginny ignored that comment.
"A life without love is no life at all!" She said.
"Oh really?" He said and began patting himself to see if he was alive. "I seem to be perfectly fine."
The carriage stopped with a sudden jerk and Malfoy opened the door.
"Malfoy, wait!"
He stepped out of the carriage.
"So long, Weasley."
A/N: How was it? I've suddenly come up with an idea to put some songs that have inspired a few ideas I have for future chapters, but I'm not sure yet. We'll see once Malfoy softens a little.