What's Love?
A/N: This is the revised chapter 5. It's basically the same up until the part where Malfoy complains that he's bored. I hope you like this version better than the other one! But I'm gonna leave the other one up because many of you seemed to like it and have no comment on what I'm Supposed to do! But the story will be following this chapter, just to let you know.
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..."
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"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.
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"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 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!"
"Well, look faster!" he snapped back. "I can't believe I even agreed to this stupid idea!"
"Well, it proves just how stupid you are!" Ginny said angrily.
"I'd rather be stupid than be a pathetic Weasley like you!"
Ginny's face turned red.
"What do you have against my family anyway?"
"Easy," he replied. "Poor family, muggle-loving--"
"Is that it?" she said, shaking with fury. "You only hate us because we're poor and we accept the fact muggles exist?"
He cocked his head as if deep in thought.
"Yeah, that's basically it," he agreed.
"I pity you, Draco Malfoy," Ginny sniffed. "You could've at least given me a real reason, but I guess it doesn't matter that you judge by heritage instead of character."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he glared.
"But I guess it's not your fault," Ginny said, ignoring his question. "I mean, after all, you were raised to be like your father."
"Don't you dare insult my father!" He clenched his fists.
"But then I guess it's not his fault either," she said nonchalantly. "His father raised him to be like that and so did his father and the father before him--"
"Shut up, Weasley!" Malfoy shouted, grabbing her wrist and thrusting her against the wall.
He was angry, very angry.
"Agh!" she cried, her back being flattened by the wall too swiftly for her to handle.
"Don't you dare speak like that about my family," he whispered.
"Well, now you know how my family feels when you speak about us," she shot back.
Malfoy's eyes widened as if in surprise. He released her, unable to think of something to say.
Ginny rubbed her wrist.
"Well?" she said impatiently. "Aren't you going to say something?"
Malfoy glared at her.
"What am I supposed to say?"
"An apology would be nice."
"What?" he said incredulously. "If anyone should be apologizing, it should be you!"
"Why?"
"You insulted my family!"
"It wasn't an insult," Ginny said defiantly. "It was the truth!"
Malfoy walked over to an armchair and sat in it, a sinister look on his face.
Ginny shook her head.
"So I've already met your father and know who he is," she said exasperatedly. "Now tell me about your mother."
"Why should I?" He said menacingly.
"You're always talking about your father and never your mother," Ginny replied. "I want to know what she's like."
Malfoy sighed.
'There's no way she'll leave me alone,' he thought. "She's...polite, respectful, an indoors type of person..."
Ginny cocked her head thoughtfully.
"She sounds all right," she said. "What else?"
"She never talks during meals," he said. "She doesn't do anything, really. She stays in her room all day except during meals and special events."
"Oh...I saw her at the Quidditch World Cup. She's very pretty, though she didn't seem very happy at the time..."
"She wasn't," Malfoy said dully.
"Does she have a nice smile?" Ginny asked.
"I don't remember," he shrugged. "She hasn't smiled in years, not that I've seen anyway..."
This caught Ginny's attention.
"Is she--Did something--Why not?" She stuttered.
He shrugged again.
"She used to smile all the time and she loved going outside," he drawled. "As I got older, she just became less cheerful until she just..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"Oh..."
Ginny couldn't blame him for being the way he was. His mother wasn't there for him anymore, and he was stuck taking after his father and just his father.
"And--And she's never told you she's loved you?"
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something when he realized that he was associating with a Weasley! A Weasley! This was a Weasley he was telling his past to! He immediately stood up and stormed out the door.
Ginny ran after him.
"Malfoy! Wait!" she said, trying to keep up with his long strides.
"What?" he snapped.
"I--Where're you going?" she asked incredulously.
"Away from you," he snarled. "Forget all that meeting crap!"
Ginny stopped in her tracks and watched him round the corner.
"But...what did I do?"
A/N: Well! I hope you liked this one better than he old chapter five! I still need ideas... Please give me some ideas! Oh yes, the idea about talking about Malfoy's past is poty-bag's idea! Thanks a lot! Big thanks to you, poty-bag!