Well here is Chapter 10. I hope you all reviem it and like it.
Well You probably do not want to hear me ramble and go through a ton of stuff so I shall leave you to your reading.
2 Months Later
The meetings between the Draco and Ginny continued gradually growing more and more often. They now got together at least five days a week.
"Ginny," Hermione called reaching out to take her wrist. "Where do you keep sneaking off to?"
"The library. And I don't sneak off. I go to study and read," Ginny snapped jerking her wrist back.
"Ginny please," Hermione said rolling her eyes. "The library closes way before you have been returning and I hate to be the one to inform you but usually if one is not sneaking about they do not bother to look over at their older brother to see if he is watching them. Now I want to know where you have been going."
"I do not have to tell you anything," Ginny growled as she turned to leave again.
"Ginny please tell me. I've been really worried about you," Hermione said putting both her hands at her sides.
Ginny groaned. "Fine I'll tell you. But no one else can hear. We must go somewhere no one can hear us."
"Alright," Hermione agreed. "We can go up to my room to talk because no one will be able to burst in on us or eavesdrop."
"That is fine but I do not have much time," Ginny said glancing at her watch.
"Okay let's go then," Hermione replied walking back across the common room to the steps that led up to the girls dormitories.
Ginny followed Hermione up to the very top and they went into a room decked in Scarlet and Gold. A Gryffindor lion was painted on the right wall.
"It's spill time," Hermione said as she collapsed on her bed.
Ginny took a seat in the desk chair folding her hands on her lap and looking at them.
"Well it all started about three weeks after the start of term. I got flowers and a note from a secret admirer who asked me to meet him. Parvati and Lavendar insisted that I go to meet him and they helped me get ready. I went and as it turns out we have a grea deal in common and think alike. So over the past two months we have been meeting one another in various different classrooms. The first night we met up in the Astronomy Tower."
"Who have you been meeting? You didn't mention his name," Hermione said sitting up and holding a pillow tight to her chest.
"I do not know. He asked me not to try to find out who he is. He has yet to tell me. I trust him though. He said he wants me to not judge him for his name but for who he is. I can respect that. I want to know him for who he is as well," Ginny said staring at her hands again.
"Ginny, you shouldn't be going around meeting mysterious people who won't tell you who they are. You have to find out who he is. He could be a Slytherin whose family wants revenge against you and Harry for Voldemort's death."
"He is a Slytherin but he has no desire to do me any harm. I trust him like I told you before."
"Slytherin's are not trustworthy," Hermione said glaring exasperatedly at her.
"I have another friend who is a Slytherin and he has never tried to hurt me. Now if you will please excuse me I am going to be late as it is." Ginny said rising stormily to her feet and stalking toward the door.
"Ginny it would be bad enough if you were sneaking around to see a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw if you do not know who it is. But seeing a Slytherin. Ginny that is stupid and dangerous. If you don't find out who it is I'll have to tell Ron. Because it isn't safe."
"You would break your word?" Ginny asked eyes widening.
"For your safety!" Hermione was nearly yelling.
Ginny stomped from the room fruiously. She flew down the stairs livid as quickly as she could. Ginny fled from the common room as quickly as she could casting a spell of invisibility on herself as she ran.
Ginny stopped. She leaned up against a door tears sliding down her cheeks.
Ginny trusted him. She trusted the boy she had been seeing for all this time but Hermione, ever the insufferable voice of reason, had planted seeds of doubt in her mind and they were growing and twisting around her thought like devils snare and her trust could not produce a flame powerful enough to burn these vines.
Ginny turned and entered the classroom she had stopped outside.
Ginny stood in the middle of the Animagus Transfiguration classroom.
Someone came up behind her and covered her eyes, "Guess who?" a wonderful sensual voice asked.
"I do not know," Ginny said grinning as she thought of who this wonderful boy might be. She would know soon when he decided it was time to tell her.
"Your boyfriend perhaps?" the voice asked with ammusement.
Ginny giggled as she turned in the boys arms and wrapped her arms around his neck placing a kiss on his cheek. He buried his hand in her hair running his fingers through to the very end. He sighed before leaning down and kissing Ginny softly on the mouth briefly.
Ginny tugged him down and kissed his cheeks all over.
The boy turned to two of the desks in the room and waved his wand a them. They turned into long leather couches. He took her hand and led her to them. She sat on one while he stretched out completely across the other.
"Well Gin, how has your day been?" he asked softly turning his head to look at her.
"Pretty good, Malfoy only insulted my family once and it was not even to me. I still found it rather offensive but just not quite as much as when he says something directly to me. I wish he would stop antagonizing Harry though. Harry never does anything but Malfoy is constantly at his throat."
"Draco and Potter have a pretty old rivalry. Ever since they were on the train there first year. Plus they play against each other in Quidditch. They are in completely opposing houses. Usually Gryffindors and Slytherins...well they just don't mix well...which is what makes us a unique couple. We see past all the house rivalry when it comes to each other and we see each other for who we are rather than what house we are in."
"I suppose you are right," Ginny responded sullenly. "Why won't you tell me who you are?"
"Ginny please," he responded sadly. "Please stop asking me to tell you who I am, I will tell you when I am ready. I just want to be sure everything is right. I got something for you though."
"You shouldn't have," Ginny said sitting up straight as a small box was now sitting in his hand and he held it out to her indicating that she should take it.
"I wanted to get you something though and it is not like I can't afford it. I have never had someone I wanted to spend my money on before so please let me." He pleaded with her sincerely.
"Alright," Ginny told him soothingly, "but now I feel as if I should get you something."
"Nonsense," he replied handing her the box.
Ginny took it and opened it carefully. Inside was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. A pale light came out of the locket. A small silver lion head shaped locket with a silver chain. She felt it. It was wonderful. She could feel its eyes and nose and even small lines carved in meant to be hairs in its mane and tiny little ears. This is so familiar. Ginny knew this.
"Oh," she gasped happily picking it up. "You got this just for me?"
"Yes," he responded sounding pleased that she adored his present. "Open it."
Ginny opened it and a light shone up from it forming a blurry picture and it played the most beautiful song she had ever heard. She fawned over the beautiful gift for several minutes before she shut the locket and found the clasp and unfastened it.
"Put it on me," Ginny told him as she handed him the necklace and turned so her back was to him.
"Alright," he said softly and he pulled her hair back from in her face and he moved the hand that held the locket around her shoulder and used his other hand to take the other part of the chain.
He pulled it back and fastened it behind her neck. He pulled her hair out of the way so it lay on top of the chain. "When I am ready for you to know who I am the picture will be clear and you will be able to see who I am. It will play through and you will be able to see all that I have put in there. All the memories I want to share with you. The song is the Phoenix song."
"Thank you so much," Ginny cried throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tight.
"Anything for you," he told her pulling her back into his chest and kissing her cheek and batting his eye lashes against it.
He released her moments later and fell back on the couch again. Ginny leaned back and they just sat there for a while just enjoying the others company.
"Hey," Ginny called softly after fifteen to twenty minutes.
He did not answer. Okay. Ginny thought sitting up and leaning forward.
A pair of tennisball shaped greeneyes watched Ginny before slowly raising his hand and centering it, when he closed his fist it blocked out her head, at her causing her to doubt her trust even more than Hermione had already caused.
Should I really be doing this? I mean he told me I would know who he was when the time was right. It just feels so wrong to go behind his back this way. This was what was going through Ginny's mind as she pulled out her wand and held it over towards his face. She had every right to know who her boyfriend was. Who the guy was that she had been sneaking out of her dorm to see was, right? Hermione thought it would be best for who to know who she was seeing but Hermione did not know anything of this. She had never been through this...but what if Hermione was right...What if it was someone truely awful that she had been sneaking around after hours to see? What if it was someone who might only be using her? Yet she knew in her heart that whoever it was she had been with for these past few months they would never intentionally use her. They would never hurt her purposly. But she had to know who it was. She just had to know if it was someone she could trust. She already felt that she trusted him now though so did it really make any difference who he was? What if he wanted her dead like so many other Slytherins?
But she had to know who it was so without delaying any longer she whispered, "Lumos."
A light appeared at the end of her wand and she found herself staring at the face of an angel.
Ginny could hardly believe her eyes. His soft blonde hair was tousled and a few strands hung in his face. While sleeping he looked so innocent and sweet. Ginny soon found herself on her knees next to the sleeping form of her boyfriend. She found herself reaching out and pushing his hair back softly. Then she began to trace his jaw line.
As soon as Ginny touched his jaw, his eyes burst open.
The owner of the green eyes snapped their fingers and disappeared leaving a whisp of smoke behind him which quickly faded.
He sprang to his feet.
"I told you not to try to see me. How can you love me when you can not trust me? Now I can see where your trust truly lies. We shall not see each other again," he cried as he ran from the room after casting a spell of invisibility over himself.
Ginny chased after him.
"WAIT!" Ginny called running after him. She could hear him running down the hall and followed the sound racing along as fast as she could but he was in much better condition. "Stop!"
Draco just ran as fast as he could invisible for the dungeons. As he ran down the stairs a voice called out, "Stupefy." He did not get his wand out in time. He briefly saw the stairs before blackness enveloped him.
Draco Malfoy was who she had been seeing. A boy who had turned spy for the order. A boy who had betrayed his own father to aurors for the side of good. A boy who was so brave he had risked his life hundreds of times going into Voldemort's ranks and bringing back information just like Professor Snape. No one could have been braver than those two. She had done something nearly unforgivable to him. It must take a lot for him to trust another and she had ripped the fabric of their trust with both hands throwing it away.
Ginny heard fast feet moving down the stairs and she moved after them. But she forgot about the very middle stair. It was a quick stair. It sucked your foot in. Her foot got caught and she fell down onto the stairs but the stair at least kept her from falling any further.
She could hear sobs and feet scampering down the dungeon stairs.
Ginny felt hot tears sting her eyes and they began to roll down her cheeks flowing as if to never stop. This was awful. How could she have been so awful? This was just like the dream that had haunted all of her sleeping time for the last 2 months. Her dream had come to pass. How had she let this happen?
Ginny tugged at her foot as hard as she could. "Let me go!" Ginny begged tugging even harder.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" a girl's voice spoke nastily behind her. "I believe it is the Weaselette."
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