What's Love?
A/N: Hey people! Thank you so much for the reviews! I've never had so many reviews before in my life! Thank you so much! It keeps me going! Yeah, ten pages isn't too long for some people... As for the Ron/Hermione thing, you'll find out in later chapters if I put it up or not 'cause I'm still considering if there'll even be anything about them in it. And I don't think I'm going to put Harry with anyone else in this fic 'cause I have something planned out...but I don't know if I'm going to carry out the plan. I hope I do.
Chapter 5
"My mum says that everyone deserves to be loved," she informed, "and to be loved is to know love---"
"I don't care what your mother says," he muttered. "Go away!"
"Well, that wasn't very nice," Ginny snuffed. "Haven't your parents ever taught you manners?"
They got into the restricted section.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said sarcastically. "I meant 'GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!'"
A few seconds later, Madam Pince appeared in the restricted section and walked right up to them.
"You two!" she snapped. "Shouting in the library will not be tolerated! Both of you shall report here tonight for detention at nine o'clock!" and she stormed off.
"Good going, Malfoy," Ginny muttered.
"Shut up."
~~~
Hermione nearly fainted.
"Oh, Ginny," she said in a comforting voice, "I am so sorry this had to happen to you."
Ron had his fists clenched.
"If that git does anything, anything, to you, I'll--"
"What were you doing with him anyway?" Harry interrupted.
Ginny and Hermione exchanged glances.
"He was--He called Hermione a Mudblood and I went to tell him off," Ginny said quickly.
"Exactly," Hermione agreed.
"Good for you, Ginny," Ron said proudly. "It's too bad Madam Pince didn't know about that."
"I can't believe it," Ginny groaned. "Detention with Malfoy..."
That last phrase slowly sunk into her head. 'But this is your chance...' said a voice n the back of her mind.
Ginny jumped up.
"That's right!" She exclaimed. "This is perfect!"
"What?!" Ron jumped up as well. "What do you mean this is perfect?! You have detention with Malfoy for goodness sake!"
"Huh?" Ginny looked around to see that her fellow Gryffindors were staring at her with eyes wide. "Oh, I meant something else," she blushed. "Nothing about Malfoy..."
~~~
"Argh!" Malfoy cried. "Watch where you're going!"
Ginny had just accidentally bumped into him and all the books she was carrying fell to the ground.
"It'd be a lot easier if I was the one stacking the books instead of carrying them back and forth!" She snapped.
It was now nine-thirty and their detention was to transfer some newly bought books from boxes to the shelves they belonged in.
"Well too bad!" He growled. "Hurry up and get more books!"
"You go get them!" She said angrily. "It's your turn! I'm not some slave you can order around!"
Malfoy's fists clenched and unclenched.
"If you don't get those rotten books, you'll regret it," he said in a sharp, angry voice.
"You don't tell me what to do!" Ginny replied defiantly.
Malfoy began forward toward her, his wand in his hand.
Ginny dared not move. If he cursed her, so be it. If he hit her, so be it. If he did anything to her, so be it. Right when he reached her, Madam Pince appeared.
"What are you two doing?" she said in a stern voice. "Get back to work! Mr. Malfoy, get the books! Miss Weasley, stack the books on the floor!"
Ginny smirked at Malfoy before doing as she was told.
The end of detention finally came and Malfoy quickly exited the library. Ginny quickly caught up to him.
"If you agree to meet with me somewhere, I'll stop bothering you in public," she said nonchalantly.
Malfoy glared at her.
"Why do you like to torment me?" he said, annoyed.
"Because I want to teach you what love is," she smiled innocently at him. "If your parents are so irresponsible as not to--"
"Don't say that about my parents," he interrupted, a hint of rage in his voice.
"Oh, sorry," she said, realizing that it was wrong of her to say something like that. "I still want to teach you what love is."
He side-glanced at her.
"If I let you, he you have to stop humiliating me in public."
"Of course!" Ginny said happily. "I'll send you an owl once I find a place and what time we can meet."
"It better not collide with my Quidditch practice," he grumbled.
"Oh yeah! I have Quidditch too!" she thought.
"And homework too," he said. "Now, go away."
"Thanks, Malfoy!" she said and absentmindedly gave him a hug.
"Ugh, get off me!" He said, pushing her away from him.
~~~
"You mean you got him to agree?" Hermione asked, very surprised. "How?"
Ginny jumped up and down excitedly.
"I just agreed to stop humiliating him in public," she replied. "This is going to be so fun!"
"But this is Malfoy we're talking about," Hermione said uncertainly. "What if he decides to take advantage of you?"
"Oh, stop worrying," Ginny replied. "I won't let him."
"It doesn't matter if you let him or not; Malfoy is stronger than you and he can take you by force."
Fear was spread across Ginny's face now.
"But--But..." Ginny suddenly thought of something. "If he wanted to take advantage of me, he could have done it in the carriage."
"True..." Hermione agreed reluctantly.
"What I'm worried about is where we're going to meet."
Hermione thought.
"You can meet in the Room of Requirement, though I'm still not sure if you'll be safe with Malfoy in a room hardly anyone knows about."
"Fine then," Ginny said. "I'll let you check up on us every once in a while until you're sure I'm safe in his presence."
"What time are you going to have these meetings?"
"Er...probably around nine o'clock at night on Saturdays."
"Gryffindor Prefects have duties that night! I can't check up on you then," Hermione said. "I'll tell Dobby to check up on the two of you."
"Dobby? Who's that?" Ginny asked, puzzled.
"Oh, he's the house-elf that told us about the Room of Requirement," Hermione lowered her voice. "He used to belong to the Malfoys but Harry freed him. Don't mention Dobby to Malfoy."
Ginny nodded.
~~~
"Alright, now what're supposed to do?" Malfoy said boredly, sitting on an armchair.
Ginny ignored him and looked around the Room of Requirement. There bookshelves with books and love novels in them and old Valentine cards and heart decorations. There were also some videos and a television in the room. She opened a drawer at a nearby table and saw some CDs and a CD player as well. There were even pictures on the walls of families, couples, and friends.
"Well, um..." she said, trying to think of something to say to him.
She paced the room and walked up to one of the bookshelves. She took out a random book, which turned out to be a children's book full of fairy tales.
"Have your parents ever read you a bedtime story?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Just answer the question," Ginny said impatiently.
"My mother did...once...." he replied dully. "It was actually pretty sad too."
"Oh--er--ok..."
This was hopeless in Ginny's eyes. She set up this meeting without any idea of what she was supposed to do. Her eyes traveled the bookshelves and landed on a particular book. She put the children's book back and picked the other book up.
"Read this book," she said, tossing it at Malfoy.
He caught it and read the title.
"Romeo and Juliet..." he looked up at her. "I don't get it, what does that have to do with anything?"
"It's a popular novel about two people in love, but can't be together."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"Have you ever read this?"
"Er...well, no...but it has something to do with love..." she smiled hesitantly as he glared at her.
He opened the book and began reading. After a few seconds, he closed it.
"I don't want to read this, it's boring."
"If it was boring, it wouldn't have become so popular!" Ginny argued.
"I can't understand a thing in there!" He tossed the book back at her. "See for yourself!"
Ginny caught the book and opened to a random page.
"Oh, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father's name--bleh!" and she threw it aside. "Fine, we'll find something else."
The room was silent as Ginny shuffled around the room, looking for something interesting to do.
One minute passed...
Two minutes passed...
Three minutes passed...
Ten minutes passed...
"Weasley, I'm bored!" Malfoy complained.
"I know that!" she snapped. "I'm looking for something to do!"
Malfoy walked over to where she was, which was next to the video cabinet and picked up a video he thought looked interesting.
"Star Wars Episode Four?" he read the title. "Can we watch this?"
Ginny stared at the video.
"Why?"
"It looked a lot better than that Romando and Julius crap." He replied.
"It's called Romeo and Juliet!" she corrected. "And besides, it says 'Episode Four.' There'd have to be a One, Two, Three too."
Malfoy looked back to he section of the cabinet where he picked up the video.
"There's a Five and Six," he replied. "That's it."
Ginny sighed.
"Might as well," she gave in, "there's nothing better to do."
~~~
"I want to watch more!" Malfoy exclaimed.
"No," Ginny sighed. "I'm tired and I want to go to sleep."
"I can watch it without you," he said.
"No, Malfoy!" she argued. "Get out now!"
"Please Weasley?" he said, putting on a pleading look.
Ginny didn't buy it.
"No, or else we won't watch he next one next Saturday."
"Just tell me how to get in this place and I can watch it alone!" (Ginny got to there first and the door appeared before Malfoy showed up).
"No," Ginny sighed. "You won't learn anything by yourself."
"You suck," he muttered, "just like the rest of your family."
"Alright," Ginny said, annoyed at him now. "Next meeting, you're gonna learn how to judge people by their character and not their heritage."
Malfoy's jaw dropped.
"And," Ginny added, "if you're a good boy, I'll let you watch the other movies."
Malfoy grumbled and exited the room.
A/N: Ok, I know that the last half of this chapter really sucked. At least it was a lot longer than the other chapters. Anyway, how many actual British people are actually reading this fic? 'cause I'm not British and I don't know any British movies.
Anyway! These are the times I need ideas from my reviewers the most! I need ideas of what should be happening between now and the first Quidditch game, especially during the meetings!