What's Love?
A/N: Okay, I am very hesitant to begin this chapter because my dad will yell at me and ban me from the computer.
Ok, it is now like four hours since I typed what is above and everyone's watching TV so I want to surf the net but I know you people are eager to read, so I'll be a good author and try to finish this.
Ok, I can't seem to find anything to put in here so I'll continue it later. Today is August 30, 2003. When will this chapter be finished? O_O
Chapter 11
Malfoy stood there, not caring if she was a Weasley or if she was poor. She needed someone right now, and he was there to be that someone.
A raindrop fell from the gray sky onto his shoulder. Then another fell into Ginny's hair, and another, and another...
But they stayed out there through the first rainstorm of the season.
He stood there, holding her in the rain.
In places no one will find
All your feelings so deep inside
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
~~~
Ginny entered the common room, dripping with water. She was still very sad about her father's death, but Malfoy's comfort made her realize she's not alone. She was about to go up to her dorm but someone called her name.
"Ginny?" Harry called.
She turned around.
"Yes?"
He had a concerned expression on his face and he seemed a little hesitant.
"Are--Are you all right?"
She nodded.
"Don't worry, Harry, I'll--I'll be fine..."
Harry looked slightly disappointed for some reason she couldn't tell.
"Oh, well...if you ever need to talk, I'm here," he said, giving a half smile.
"I--I--I already talked to someone," Ginny informed him. "I'll be fine."
~~~
Harry was in Potions, talking with Ron while Snape was lecturing them.
"So, did you talk to her?" Ron asked glumly. "That was probably the only chance you had for a while."
"No, she said she talked it over with someone already," Harry replied equally as glum.
Hermione shook her head.
"It wouldn't be wise to take advantage of her when she's just lost someone so close to her."
Harry sighed.
"I know..."
Ron hung his head.
Hermione continued on.
"She needs her family and friends; she needs comfort; she needs our shoulders to cry on."
A tear slowly rolled down Ron's cheek.
He quickly wiped it away and raised his hand.
"Yes, Weasley?" Snape said coldly.
"May I be excused from class?" He said, trying to sound casual. "I don't feel well."
A mixture of emotions crossed across the professor's face for a few seconds before he said, "Very well."
~~~
The people around Malfoy all sniggered as the red-head passed them to the door.
"Poor Weasley," he heard Pansy Parkinson hiss sarcastically. "One step closer to becoming an orphan."
Malfoy couldn't help but feel pity for Weasley. Sure he despised the boy, but he just lost his father!
'What would I do if I lost my father?' Malfoy thought to himself.
He didn't know if he loves his father, considering he doesn't know what love is, but he certainly does care about him.
"It was a good thing your father killed off that Arthur Weasley," came Pansy Parkinson's voice.
Malfoy snapped out of his thoughts and stared at her with a blank expression.
"What?"
Not hearing him, she just continued on.
"Don't you wish that his mum goes next? I do." She said gleefully. "It'll be so fun to watch Weasley crying! And we'll have another reason to poke fun at him."
Malfoy was disgusted. How could she think such thoughts?
"How would you feel if those were your parents that died?" He said without thinking. "Wouldn't you cry too?"
Pansy was shocked at his response.
"Well, no, because then I'd get my inheritance sooner."
Malfoy scooted farther away from her.
"You're sick."
~~~
Malfoy didn't feel much like talking for the rest of the day. Most of the Slytherins were beaming at Arthur Weasley's death and many congratulated him as if he did it.
He left dinner early that night and roamed the empty corridors. He turned a corner and bumped into someone.
"Agh!" He cried, stumbling onto the floor.
The person gave a cry of surprise as well and stumbled, but did not fall.
Malfoy stood up and brushed himself off.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" came the sharp voice of Ron Weasley.
The blonde looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin at the look on the red-head's face.
It was a face of anger, loathing, and blind hatred.
"Nothing," Malfoy replied absently.
Ron ignored his answer.
"Come to poke fun at me like the rest of your friends do?" he hissed, now shaking with fury.
Malfoy didn't answer but tried to walk past him but Ron pushed him back so roughly, he nearly fell to the floor.
"Happy my Dad is dead? Proud your father killed him?" With each word, Ron shook more furiously and more.
Once again, Malfoy tried to get past but Ron shoved him back.
"One Weasley down and eight more to go, eh?"
Malfoy stood up, his temper slowly rising.
"So it's my fault, is it?" he said in a shaky voice. "It's always my fault when my father does something!"
"You're always taking after him and wanting to be like him!" Ron shouted. "You're disgusting, you sick bastard!"
Malfoy clenched his fists.
"SO YOU'RE GOING TO BLAME ME, ARE YOU?" He bellowed. "IN CASE YOU DON'T KNOW, I'M NOT HIM!"
"WHAT MAKES YOU DIFFERENT FROM HIM?!!!!" Ron bellowed even louder. "YOU'RE EXACTLY LIKE HIM! IT DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!!" And with that said, Ron lunged at Malfoy.
~~~
Ginny ran toward the direction the shouting was coming from. She recognized the voices very well and was worried if someone got hurt.
'Oh, please don't get into a fight!' she thought.
"Argh!" she heard coming from a nearby corridor.
She ran faster, knowing that one had finally attacked the other. She turned a corner to see Malfoy and her brother trying to beat the other up.
"Oh, no! Ron, stop!" she screamed, running over.
The fight was quite aggressive... On Ron's part at least. He had the upper hand and was nearly killing Malfoy.
"Stop, Ron!" Ginny screeched, trying to pull her brother off the Slytherin.
But her brother was strong enough to resist her attempts and continued to hit Malfoy.
Ginny finally took out her wand and shouted, "Impedimenta!"
Ron was pulled back by the curse.
Malfoy kneeled on the floor, trying to suppress the pain.
Ginny quickly came to his aid, helping him stand up.
"I don't need your help, Weasley," he grumbled, but he leaned on her for support anyway.
"Don't be ridiculous," she mumbled.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM, GINNY!" Ron shouted, his temper still at the surface of his mood.
"Shut up, Ron!" she snapped. "Shame on you! Mum wouldn't like you attacking students at school."
"MUM WOULDN'T LIKE YOU HELPING A MALFOY EITHER, SO GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
Ginny just ignored him and started leading Malfoy toward the Hospital Wing.
"I SAID 'GET AWAY FROM HIM!'" Ron shouted once more.
Ginny spun around, almost making Malfoy fall.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" she screamed in a voice more threatening that Ron's bellow. "YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!"
Ron couldn't find anything to say and just stood there, speechless as his sister and his worst enemy walked off.
A/N: I'm done! With the chapter, I mean. Uh... Today is September 3, 2003. So I finished this in what, four days?
Anyway, I'm running out of ideas!!! Ah, yes, if you're going to suggest an idea, please don't make it have kissing because I'm going to make this a realistic romance. They need time and they need to get to know each other before they begin falling.