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"Ginny," a voice interrupted the pleasant dream she had been having. Flowers had surrounded her in her room. "Ginny!"
"WHAT?" Ginny said impatiently reaching up to push the person away.
"WAKE UP!" the person shouted knocking their knuckles on her head.
"I am awake!" Ginny said upset as she sat up and stared at Harry.
"Class starts in ten minutes," he said pulling her to her feet.
Ginny started and sprinted up to her dorm room and snatched her bag which already held her completed homework and the books she would need for the day. She ran down the stairs and out the portrait hole towards the transfiguration classroom as fast as her legs could move.
Thwack!
Ginny felt herself falling to the ground and she landed right on her butt very hard.
"Weaselette, what a displeasure," a snide malicious voice sounded above her, "Try to watch where you are going."
"Draco," Ginny said staring up into grey eyes that watched back void of any emotion as they stared down his aristocratic nose at her.
Draco merely crinkled his nose as if he smelled something a dog had just made and lifted his chin a notch being all the more certain he was looking down upon her.
"Lord Malfoy or Sir Malfoy to commoners and wizarding gutter trash like you," he hissed before stalking into the classroom without so much as offering her help to stand up.
Hot liquid began to burn Ginny's eyes and she lifted her hand to wipe them away. She would not cry in front of him. Ginny used the sleeve of her tattered robe and wiped her eyes again before getting up and following the head boys' example.
Draco was already seated at the front of the classroom with Crabbe and Goyle on either side as if they had nothing better to do than guard the prince of their house with their rather pathetic and meaningless lives.
Blaise and Pansy were sitting at the other front table side by side.
"Gin! Sit here," Blaise said motioning to the empty seat to his right.
Ginny sat down and looked morosely at the happy couple wondering if that could have been her and Draco. She turned to look at him. Draco gave no sign to her that he knew they existed on the same reality, let alone were in the same class at the same time. He stared ahead pointedly, stubbornly refusing to give her the dignity of letting her know that he knew she was staring at him.Ginny sighed. It was going to be a long day.
As things tend to worsen even when you think you've reached the bottom, Ginny's day gradually went down sinking lower than the Titanic.
She'd hoped Arithmancy would be pleasant but it was the worst class she had to sit through that day.
She was partnered with Hermione for their Arithmancy project.
They'd have to spend at least an hour daily together now when they did not have Arithmancy if they wanted a good grade on it.
Ginny decided to just skip dinner so she would not have to deal with Hermione any more than necessary and so she would not have to listen to Lavender and Parvati go on and on about Draco and how he was so perfect. She had to hear it in the dorms every night and it was agony. She'd had him and now because of her own stupidity lost him.
Ginny just walked around the hallways mindlessly not even looking like she was going somewhere.
"Weasley," a female voice called out.
Ginny shook herself out of her stupor and looked up into the face of Pansy Parkinson.
"What Parkinson?" she asked not trying to sound anything but deflated. She did not even try to put a hint of malice in her voice for the other girl.
"Do you have my flower?" she asked leaning back into the wall and crossing her arms casually.
"Yes," Ginny said reaching into her pocket and pulling out the small hand basket.
Ginny passed it to Pansy and sighed, her mind heavily focused just on getting Draco to notice her and getting him back.
"Your next task is to collect a special type of gem stone, called a memory stone," she said before slithering through a small narrow side door that took you to right outside the Slytherin common room.
Ginny sighed, mentally reminding herself that she just had two tasks to go after this one was completed.
"Hey Ginny," Hermione called waving as she walked up to her.
Well if Ginny's day had not sunk as low as one could go? It just got about fifty feet lower.
"What did you need to talk about?" Ginny asked forcing herself to talk to Hermione in a civil tone of voice. Ginny was still holding a grudge against her and felt she had permanently ruined her life.
"Our project and when we are going to work on it," Hermione said casting her eyes shamefully towards the ground.
"Talk," Ginny said turning and heading straight for the library.
"When are you available to work on it?" Hermione asked still not daring to meet the angry redheads eyes and staring at the paintings on the walls instead.
"Whatever nights you are or I'll let you know before hand that they won't work," Ginny said in a clipped tone.
"Okay," Hermione answered before quickly gathering all the Gryffindor courage she possessed and asking quickly, "Ginny what happened that night?"
Ginny looked over at Hermione eyes narrowing dangerously; "You have no business asking me that. That is something someone who is my friend would be concerned about."
"Ginny," Hermione said looking over at the other girl. There were tears in Hermione's eyes and her voice was choked. "I am your friend."
"My friend would not have ruined my life," Ginny snarled.
"Ginny I am sorry. I never meant for this to happen but really what you were doing is not safe.
Please, please tell me what happened," Hermione pleaded sincerely with the angry Weasley.
"He knew I looked at him and he dumped me on the spot, no questions asked, so thanks a bunch," Ginny spat out restraining herself from spitting at Hermione's feet.
"Ginny, I am really very..." Hermione began.
"What is done can not be undone," Ginny said softly reaching up to finger the chain that held the lion pendant on it that hung around her neck.
Ginny pulled it out of her shirt and let it rest on top of her robes as she traced her fingers over it for the millionth time since she got it.
"What's that?" Hermione asked motioning to the necklace.
"A present that he got for me," Ginny said voice cracking and eyes tearing up. She wiped a hand across her eyes.
Hermione reached out and wrapped an arm around Ginny's shoulders in a vain attempt to comfort her.
Ginny fell back against the wall. It hurt. She slumped to the floor. Her legs could no longer support her weight.
"Please get Harry," Ginny said in a very small voice.
Hermione nodded and got to her feet and took off as fast as she could for the Gryffindor common room.
Draco sat in his special spot in the Slytherin common room ignoring all the babbling of those around him. They led such boring and pathetic lives.
Ginny had looked quite miserable. Draco was pleased that he could pain her for the pain she'd caused him. But while he felt a meager amount of satisfaction at her pain, he also ached to make her smile and he craved her attention.
Draco noticed his present hung about her neck.
Every time he saw the chain he felt his chest swell happily and with pride that she liked his present as much as she did.
Draco smirked at the thought of all the fun and interesting meetings they'd had and nearly hated himself for being unable to forgive her.
Draco placed his fingers against his temples in a futile attempt to stop the migraine that was brewing.
All noise in the common room stopped. Everyone was tense waiting to see how their rather volatile prince was feeling and what he might do.
Draco just waved his hand in dismissal and they all left understanding their prince's need for silence and alone time. Draco put his head in his hands. His chest burned a little. She still needed to be punished more. He just could not find it in himself to forgive her yet. It hurt him too much, what she had done, it would take more time. But he would continue to be sure that she got help with the tasks Pansy was making her do.
Harry sat down on one side of Ginny and Hermione knelt on the other. The both wrapped their arms around her to calm her down.
Ginny fell over and leaned on Harry's shoulder sobbing painfully.
"It hurts," Ginny moaned. "I miss him so much. Hurts...so bad. Make it stop. Please make it stop."
"Shhhh," Harry whispered into her ear softly, rubbing her shoulders and back. "Everything will turn out all right in the end. If things are not all right, you know it is not the end. When everything is all right it is not the end but merely the beginning. I promise you will understand my twisted sentences soon."
"I never knew something could hurt this bad," Ginny cried soaking the shoulder of Harry's robes.
Hermione began to rub Ginny's back hoping to calm her friend.
"Harry I want him back. Please get him. I c-c-can't live...I am dying slow and p-p-painful without him. I n-n-need him to hold me. I miss it so much," Ginny stuttered out of her swollen throat. Her voice was somewhat muffled by Harry's robes.
"Hermione," Ginny said grabbing a handful of the girl's robes and pulling her face to face with her, "Find Blaise. Tell him to get him!"
Hermione nodded, terrified at the deranged look in Ginny's eyes as she spoke.
Ginny released her and pointed down the hall towards the main staircase.
Hermione ran for the stairs not even stopping to apologize to a group of Ravenclaws when she caused them to jump back and drop their books.
Blaise and Pansy were just coming in from a late walk around the lake as Hermione reached the last stairs.
"Blaise!" Hermione shouted clutching at the stitch in her side. "Ginny says she has to see him. Though I've no idea who he is."
"Who he is, is of very little consequence to you. It is not necessary for you to know. Tell Gin that...I'll see what I can do. Though I do not think he will come," Blaise said relinquishing his hold on Pansy's hand and descending into the dungeon.
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