What's Love?

A/N: Hey!! Sorry for not updating for a long time. I can't believe it's almost been a year since I've started this fic. Hopefully I'll get more time this summer but I'm not sure. I have summer school and my family is planning a vacation after summer school is over. I hope we don't go on vacation for too long because I've really missed updating this fic.

Chapter 14

He tried to bring his other hand up to grab onto her broom, but he was slipping.

They were in the clouds, no one could see that he was going to fall.

"Please, just hold on!!!" Ginny cried, trying pull him up with all her strength.

All of a sudden, something smashed into her right arm, and he fell.

"NO!" she cried.

"GINNY!"

Malfoy woke up in the hospital wing, trying to remember what had happened.

'I fell off my broom…and Weasley grabbed my arm.' He remembered.

He began to sit up but a familiar voice said, "You shouldn't be doing that, you'll injure your arm even more."

Malfoy turned his head toward the doorway and saw Ginny standing there, still dressed in her Quidditch robes.

"My arm?"

It was then that he noticed his arm was in a cast. Ginny walked over and sat in a chair next to his bed.

"You hit one of the hoops. Dumbledore was able to levitate you onto a stretcher before you hit the ground."

"I think I fainted before that happened," he mumbled. "Who won the match?"

"Er… I sorta lost the snitch after you fell. It was a draw."

They stayed silent for a few moments, not knowing what to say. Ginny finally interrupted the silence.

"So how's your arm?"

"It feels numb, I can't feel a thing."

Ginny poked his arm with her finger.

"Agh!! What was that for!?" He snapped.

"I guess it isn't numb then, is it?" She said, ignoring his question. "I remember I broke my arm once when I was seven. I was sneaking out Fred's broom so I could ride it and I fell off. My dad was just coming home at the time so he saw me and took me to the hospital. We lied to Mum and everyone else and said I broke it by falling off a tree." She slightly smiled. "Mum went crazy and started scolding me, 'What did I tell you about climbing trees!? Only silly boys climb trees!' I think she really wanted me to be more girly than I really am." Ginny pondered for a while. "Maybe that's why she had so many kids, she wanted a daughter. And after she had me, she was happy with it."

"I think my mother wanted a daughter," Malfoy said. "My grandmother told me that when mother first discovered she was pregnant, she bought clothes for girls. She eventually got rid of them after the doctor said I was a boy. When I was born, she wanted to give me a girl's name, but my father wouldn't let her."

"That's a little weird…I can't really imagine you being a girl," Ginny informed. "Actually, I—"

"Don't say it," Malfoy cut her off.

Ginny snickered.

"It reminds me of those rumors of when Neville first faced a boggart and it showed Snape dressed in women's clothes!"

Malfoy slightly smiled.

"That wasn't a rumor, it really happened."

Ginny burst out laughing.

"I can see it now! 'Hogwarts Professor is a Crossdresser!'" She said as if it were supposed to be the title of a newspaper article. "This summer, I made a bet with Ron about who would win a Quidditch match. He said the Chudley Cannons but I said the Tornados. If he won the bet, I would have to dress in a frog suit when we went to Diagon Alley. I won the bet and Ron had to walk around a muggle town dressed in women's clothes!!!"

Malfoy laughed.

"That would be a horrifying sight."

"It was," Ginny giggled. "You won't make fun of him about it, will you?"

"I don't know, it's very tempting." Malfoy replied.

"Don't make fun of him!" Ginny said suddenly serious. "He'll hate me for life! Especially if he knows I'm the one that told you."

"Well it's not like he's not already mad at you."

"Exactly, I don't want things to get worse between us." She answered. "He really is a good brother. He's only a git when he tries to protect me."

"When he tries to protect you from me, actually," Malfoy muttered.

"Don't take it so personally," she said. "You two would get along fine if you weren't so prejudiced against each other."

"We would not." He argued.

"You would too." She answered. "Both of you are prejudice in some way. For Ron, it's Slytherins. For you, it's muggles. Other than, that you two are very similar."

Malfoy was about to answer but there was a tapping noise at a nearby window. Ginny turned her head and saw Pig (you know, the owl) tapping at the window with its beak. She went to open the window and it flew in.

"Pigwidgeon!!!" Ginny said happily.

"Pig-what?" Malfoy said cluelessly. "What is that thing?"

The small owl kept flying around in circles until he hit a nearby lamp.

"He's picking up after Errol," Ginny laughed and picked him up and put him on Malfoy's bed.

"Is that thing an owl?"

"Yes, he is," Ginny answered. She detached the letter tied to his leg and saw it was addressed to her. She opened it and began to read:

Dearest Ginny,

Your father's funeral will be held this weekend. I don't know if you will be able to make it, but I want you to know that the news of his passing has torn my heart apart. It is hard to live each day without seeing him every morning. It must have been hard on you and Ron as well when you heard the news, but we can not choose to stop living life because of our loss.

I want you both to continue hard in school and stay away from Lucius Malfoy's son. I fear that one of you will do something rash and challenge Malfoy. Please don't do this, I don't want any of my hopes for the future to be lost. Tell your brother Ron that I love him, and I love you as well.

Love,

Your mother

Ginny stood there holding the letter in her hand. Tears slowly beginning to creep from her eyes.

"So what is this thing's name again?" Malfoy asked, picking up the owl. "Pigwidder or something—" it was then that he noticed Ginny was crying, "—oh…"

Ginny sat down into her chair and covered her face with her hands, crying.

"What's wrong?" He asked cautiously.

"Nothing," she said, wiping away her tears with her robes. She put on a fake smile. "Nothing's wrong."

"Well, okay then…" He said, unsure of what to say.

Ginny slowly began to stand up.

"I should go, Hermione will be wondering where I am."

"Okay then."

Ginny got to the door but suddenly stopped.

"Oh, umm…I was wondering…Can I-Can I call you…Draco?" She said, the word sounding funny as it rolled off her tongue.

"Why?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Because you…called me Ginny earlier today, remember? So I was thinking that we could call each other by first names now, like real friends do."

Draco (I'm gonna use his first name now) was a little shocked by this.

"Er…sure, okay…Ginny."

Ginny smiled a little.

"Okay. See you later, Draco." And she left.

Draco was about to lay back down in bed when he noticed that Pigwidgeon was still on his lap.

"I could swear you were a hairball instead of an owl." He said to the owl.

It began flapping its wings and flew out the window.

"You called her Ginny," said a voice that made him jump.

He quickly turned his head to see Cho coming out from behind a curtain. She continued to speak: "You called her Ginny, but you still call me Chang."

"Well, she did try to save my life and all…"

Tears began to flow down Cho's cheeks.

"Why is she so important to you anyway!? Why do you care about her so much?"

"I don't care about her!!!" He defended himself. "I mean, she and I just understand each other."

"Exactly!" Cho cried. "You open up to her when you don't even talk to me! And I'm your girlfriend! I'm supposed to be the one that's there for you when you need me!"

Madame Pomfrey came to give Draco a potion for his arm as Cho continued to cry. Draco took the potion and Madame Pomfrey removed his cast and left.

"If some girl matters to you more than I do, then maybe we shouldn't date anymore!" Cho cried and began towards the door.

"Chang, wait!" He said right as she reached the door. He mentally kicked himself and said "Cho! I meant Cho!"

She had already exited but Draco, for some reason, chose not to follow and sat back on his bed.

"You're not going after her?" A male voice said from behind him.

Draco turned around to see Harry Potter with an arm cast opening a curtain with his free arm.

"Who cares?" Draco said dully.

"So Ginny does mean something to you."

"What do you care, Potter?"

"I care about Ginny, that's it." Harry replied coldly. "You better not hurt her or—"

"—or you'll beat me up like you do with You-Know-Who everytime you face him?" Draco said sarcastically. "I don't have time for this," and he left the hospital wing.

A/N: So yeah, this is the fourteenth chapter! The beginning kinda sucks though. I had to make a lot of changes while writing this. By the way, Ron got a letter from his mom too regarding the funeral so don't ask about it.