What's Love?

A/N: I'm sorry for saying that one comment about America in the older chapter 5. It wasn't really meant to be an insult or anything. I deleted it if it pleases some of you.

I'm also sorry if some of you wanted me to keep the Star Wars stuff, but like a few of my other reviewers said, a television doesn't work at Hogwarts. Also, it doesn't seem that wizards have an interest in Sci-Fi... And to let all of you know, the love I wanted to emphasize wasn't between Han and Leia or the sibling love between Luke and Leia, but Vader's love for his son that he can't kill him.

Chapter 6

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?"

~~~

"Did he hurt you?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"No," Ginny shook her head. "That meeting stuff was stupid anyway..."

Hermione sighed.

"Well, you tried and that's an effort."

"But he was finally opening up to me!" Ginny exclaimed. "I don't get what went wrong!"

"Maybe it was the fact that he was opening up to you that made him realize you were...a Weasley," Hermione said cautiously.

Ginny sighed.

'A Weasley...' she thought. 'That's what I am, and always will be. That's why he walked away; that's why he doesn't want to open up to me.' She suddenly stood up. "He owes me an explanation."

"But...Ginny, he won't talk to you because you're a--"

"If that's the reason, I want to hear it from him," she said in a final tone. "I deserve an explanation and I'm going to get one!"

~~~

Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room, watching the flames of the fire. Shadows were nearby, dancing to their movement. How could he have ever told the little Weasley girl those things? How could he say such things about his mother? How could he?

But she listened...she listened intently...she understood. So why did he push her away? She was only trying to help him, trying to understand him.

'She's still a Weasley,' he reminded himself.

But then he remembered what she had said.

*Flashback*

"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?"

*End Flashback*

"That's why, they're poor and like muggles," he said to himself aloud.

'But your mother had no problems with muggles either,' said a voice in the back of his head.

*Flashback*

"Mother, tell me a bedtime story,' four-year-old Draco Malfoy said. "All the other kids get bedtime stories except me."

Narcissa Malfoy smiled at her son, a sort of sad smile.

"A young girl met a boy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she began. "She liked him very much and they soon began dating. The one problem was that many of the young girl's friends had muggle-blood in them, and the boy didn't like muggles.

"One day, the girl's family threatened to disown her, because they didn't like muggles either. After she graduated school, she married the boy to avoid being disowned. Of course she still liked the boy but, he wasn't the same. As time passed, he changed and grew distant...and in her eyes, their son was following his father's footsteps," Narcissa began crying now, though she tried her best to hide it.

Young Draco was horrified.

"I don't think I want anymore bedtime stories."

*End Flashback*

He had never thought about the probability of this story being based on his mother's life. How could he have overlooked it? Perhaps it was because he always thought his father a wonderful person... Yet, how could he overlook the fact that his father was so distant from his mother?

But he didn't overlook it, he ignored it. He's always believed that his family was a perfect family because he refused to see the flaws, the pain his mother was enduring, the distance between his mother and his father.

'If a family's supposed to be perfect, does that mean the members have to be happy?' he thought. 'Father's always said we were the perfect family, but never a happy one.'

"Hey Malfoy," called Blaise Zabini (I'll make it a boy n this fic), "Aren't you gonna go to bed?"

Malfoy sighed and walked up to his dorm.

~~~

Ginny searched the corridors for Malfoy, but he didn't seem to be anywhere. When she went down to lunch, she didn't see him at the Slytherin table.

"Hermione," Ginny nudged her friend, "do you see him?"

"See who?" Harry asked.

"No one," Hermione replied.

Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Did you get another boyfriend that I don't know about?" he asked at the same time Hermione said, "I don't think he's here."

"Yeah," Ginny replied to Hermione.

"What?" He said so loudly that a few heads turned. "What're you looking at?" he snapped at them.

"Hm..?" Ginny looked at him. "What's wrong with you, Ron?"

"Why is it you always get a boyfriend without telling me?" He hissed.

"What're you talking about?" she questioned. "I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh..." He said stupidly.

Hermione sighed.

"If Ginny has a boyfriend, it's her choice whether to tell you or not."

"No, it's not," Ron argued. "If she begins going out with some pervert--"

"--it's still her business," Hermione finished with her own opinion.

"No, it's not!" He turned towards his best friend. "You agree with me, don't you Harry?"

"I actually agree with Hermione," he replied. "Ginny's not a little kid anymore."

"Thank you Harry," Ginny snuffed. "I'm fifteen and old enough to make my own choices."

Harry turned slightly pink and began staring at his hands for some reason.

"That's right," Hermione agreed. "She's still young and may need guidance, but we can't make her choices for her."

"Well, you didn't seem to need guidance when Vicky asked you out," Ron snorted.

Hermione went red in the face.

"He didn't ask me out, he asked me to the Yule Ball," she said through clenched teeth, "and don't call him Vicky!"

"But Vicky did want to go out with you, didn't he?" he said coolly. "Did you really go visit him that summer?"

Hermione stood up.

"Well if you're so jealous, then you should've said something first!" and she stormed out of the Great Hall.

A few surrounding students raised their eyebrows and began whispering to each other.

Ron mouthed wordlessly as she exited the doors. He finally came to his senses and exited the Great Hall as well, except he went the opposite direction Hermione went.

Harry and Ginny glanced at each other.

~~~

"Malfoy!" Ginny called as she spotted him under a beech tree nearby the lake. She ran up to him as he turned his head towards her direction. "You owe me an explanation!" she said, putting her hands on her hips.

"For what?" he sneered. "If you've come to try to convince me to--"

"I want an explanation of why you walked out on me last night!" she interrupted.

"Easy, you're a Weasley," he replied sinisterly.

"It's always because I'm a Weasley!" she said angrily. "Just because I'm a Weasley! Just because our fathers don't get along! Don't you have any opinions of your own at all?"

Malfoy glared at her.

"Yes, I do!" he replied coldly.

"Like what?"

"I--I--" he seemed to falter at this and his glare disappeared. "Promise you won't laugh," he mumbled.

Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, I won't laugh," she promised.

"Er--What type of opinion does it have to be?" he asked cautiously.

"Any kind," she answered. "Favorite color, favorite animal, favorite school subject, ideas on politics--"

"Ok, I get the point," he said dryly. "My father has a fascination with dangerous animals like dragons and such--"

"Sounds like Hagrid," Ginny muttered.

"Yeah--" Malfoy stopped. "Did you just insult your friend?"

"No!" Ginny said quickly. "I just don't exactly like his pets very much..."

"Sure," he said mischievously.

"Back onto the subject!" Ginny said quickly. "What type of animals do you like?"

Malfoy's look of mischief faltered.

"I--I like...furry, soft, cuddly animals that aren't dangerous," he said quickly.

Ginny snorted.

"It's all because of Hagrid's lack of teaching skills," he quickly added.

Ginny giggled.

"You're a sissy, Malfoy!"

"I am not," he defended. "And you promised you wouldn't laugh!"

"I--can't--help--it!" she laughed, gasping for air.

His usually pale face was now very pink as he watched the girl rolling on the ground in fits of giggles.

A/N: Hehe...well, whoever suggested the Hermione/Ron pairing, this chapter shows some of the jealousy Ron was experiencing in Book Four. And...there's something else going on in here with Harry. Eheheh...

Anyway, school will be starting soon and I'll end up not updating as much. I'm just beginning to enter high school and taking a whole bunch of Honor classes so I may end up going months without updating... I'm sorry but I may go as long as a year or more without updating... I suggest you save this fic somewhere if you want to see how it get finished... And I PROMISE it will be finished. PROMISE!!!! Oh and poty-bag? I've never watched Pirates of the Carribean yet... But I want to so badly!!! I haven't been allowed to go to the movies lately...