It seemed like Ginny had just drifted off when she was shaken awake by, Lynn, a friend- no acquaintance Ginny had. "Come on Weasley get out of bed! Classes start in an hour and a half!" She said and prodded Ginny until she groaned and opened one eyelid.
Lynn satisfied that she'd done her best to wake the dormant redhead had bounced out of the dormitories leaving Ginny alone. With a sigh Ginny wished she could just bury herself beneath the several blankets draped over her frail body. She was so tired, her eyes were itchy and sore and Ginny suddenly remembered why it felt like she'd spent the entire night crying, because she had spent the entire night crying.
Her eyes narrowed. Harry Potter. At that moment she hated him more than she'd ever hated anyone in her life. The rejection still stung her and she felt so alone. She wondered how it was possible to hate someone so much and yet love them with all your heart. After cursing her miserable life and cursing Harry, she pulled herself out of bed and started getting ready for classes.
"That fool! How dare he defy me!" Ginny froze as the familiar voice floated through her head. Had she defied him? She wondered with a great deal of fear then realized he hadn't been talking about her. He had said "he". Strangely it seemed as though Voldemort wasn't aware of her presence.
It was as if he was just thinking normally... "Draco Malfoy refuse to be one of my death eaters! Betraying all purebloods! How dare he!" Voldemorts angry thoughts roared through her mind and Ginny felt chills race up her spine.
She stood there for ten minutes, waiting so deathly still. When nothing else came she frowned. Had Voldemort, in his anger, forgotten about her and had transmitted his thoughts accidentally? Somehow Ginny found that unlikely. But why would he want her to know that Malfoy had defied him? It just didn't make sense to her.
Ginny quickly had a shower got dressed threw on her school robes and rushed out of the dormitories where, unfortunately, Hermione, Ron and Harry were waiting. Harry stood at the back of Hermione looking down at his feet uncomfortably.
"Hey Gin, wondering if you wanted to come to breakfast with us!" Hermione exclaimed and forced a smile onto her lips. Ginny stared at them suspiciously. "Why?" she asked and Ron shrugged.
"To enjoy your company?" he tried and Ginny snorted. "Yeah okay, no need to pretend you care, I'm not telling you anything. There is nothing wrong with me." She said and before they could say another word she strode past them and went down to the great hall by herself.
He'd never felt guiltier in his entire life. He could tell by the look of pain etched on her delicate features and by the dark circles beneath her beautiful brown eyes that she was upset.
No she was heartbroken, and it was his fault. His heart wrenched and his stomach turned at the thought of the pain he'd caused the beautiful redhead.
"Hey! Earth to Harry earth to Harry!" Hermiones distraught tone knocked him out of his thoughts. "Sorry 'Mione, just thinking." He said they were on their way to class and he felt sick to his stomach. Their next class was Potions and the last thing he wanted was to deal with Snape when all he wanted to do was think about Ginny.
"Thinking about Ginny aren't you?" Hermione asked wryly with a small smile. Harry looked up at her in surprise and inwardly cursed her perceptiveness and her cleverness.
"Hermione..." he said warningly clearly stating that this was not a topic he was fond of discussing.
"I know I know, not another word right? Well it might do you some good to talk about it." She said and Harry would have retorted if Ron had not chosen that instant to jog up beside them.
"Hey guys." He said. Hermione glared at him and huffed away angrily. Ron groaned in frustration. "Now what have I done? I swear she finds a different reason to be mad at me every single day! She probably has a calendar with each day marked, Today I'll be angry at Ron because his hair didn't look right, or I'll be mad at him because he didn't take down potions notes." Ron exclaimed mimicking Hermione and Harry chuckled.
However his grin faded at the sight before him. Malfoy Crabbe and Goyle were standing in the hallway trying to intimidate first years when Ginny passed by them and Goyle stuck out his chubby leg causing her to stumble to the ground and drop her books. Rage coursed through Harry and he was about to hex Malfoy and his cronies into the next world until something unexpected happened.
"Goyle you great idiotic Git!" Malfoy exclaimed and hexed him. He then proceeded by bending down and helping Ginny collect her books.
"Sorry about that Ginny, it won't happen again." He smiled at her and walked away leaving a very stunned Ginny, Harry and Ron behind.
Maybe he had changed. How could he not have changed? She would never have expected him to be so kind to her. Had that even been kindness? She would never know. Ginny stood in stunned silence staring after Malfoy's retreating back.
Perhaps Draco really had seen the error of his ways and refused to be a death eater. Why else would Voldemort get so angry he'd submitted his thoughts without even recognizing her presence?
"Ginny, are you all right?" she snapped out of her confused thoughts and turned to face her irritatingly concerned brother.
She smiled warmly.
"Fine, I've never seen Draco act so kindly." she said more to herself than to her brother. "So it's Draco now is it?!" Harry spat coming up to stand beside Ron. He was absolutely livid.
He was... wait was that-could it possibly be...jealousy? It was! Harry Potter was jealous. She would have laughed had it not infuriated her so much. He had no right to be jealous. He'd had his chance with her and he'd trampled her trusting heart.
"Yes, Potter. It's Draco." she practically hissed, venom pouring from her voice. He seemed taken aback, but shock was imedieatly replaced with anger. He opened his mouth to retort but Ginny cut him off.
"I'm sorry Potter but I have class to attend and I don't have time to waste on you." she turned to Ron and smiled apologetically. "Sorry Ron, but there's no need to be concerned about me." She exclaimed then with a flip of her hair and her book bag secured tightly around her shoulder she bounced down the hallway her step surprisingly light for the heavy lead that was settled on her heart.
He stared after her, his jaw dropped and his hands itching to pull her into his arms and run his hands through her sizzling red hair. He turned to Ron who had a very amused look on his face and his eyebrow raised inquisitively. He snapped his mouth shut and sent him a fierce scowl. Ron went to speak but Harry cut him off.
"Oh just sod off!" he snapped and strode down the hallway angrily. Ron's mocking laughter following him all the way to the dungeons and into Snape's classroom.
Ginny was currently attending her favorite class. She loved Care of magical creatures with Hagrid. Despite the accident every now and then she found his classes amazing and full of interesting, sometimes frightening, creatures.
She didn't really have any friends so she always stood to the side and watched whatever amazing creature Hagrid presented them with next. Today he'd shown them unicorns. However only "innocent" students had been able to pet them and Ginny had chuckled fervently when a blushing hufflepuff hadn't been able to go near one. In fact she was still reminiscing about it when she ran into someone in the corridor after class.
"You rotten Gryffindor twit! Watch where you're going." Pansy Parkinson, a girl a year older than her, sneered and pushed her onto the floor. Ginny caught completely off guard dropped all her books in order to at least make the fall a little less impact full.
"Expelliamus!"
Pansy flew and slammed against the stonewall her wand had snapped in two after she landed quite roughly on it. Ginny looked up expecting and slightly hoping to see Harry, but instead was greeted with Draco Malfoy.
She stared up at his outstretched hand in confusion.
"Well? Are you going to let me help you up or are you going to sit down there all day?" He sneered. She frowned but took his hand and allowed him to pull her up off the hard cold concrete floor.
"Sorry about Pansy, she's a right bitch when she wants to be." Malfoy said and looked into her eyes. He was smiling and standing so very close. He seemed so changed so different, but something didn't feel right. There was a hard glint in his eyes. Something she couldn't quite identify. He bent down suddenly and crushed his lips onto hers. She froze and went rigid. When he pulled away he had a satisfied smile on his face.
"Meet me in the room of requirement tonight a 1:30, when everyone's gone to bed." He whispered huskily then strutted off like he was on top of the world. Why was it Harry's kisses were tender warm and gentle with a slight hint of passion, leaving her to tingle all over while Draco's kiss had left her feeling somewhat...cold?
Late that night Ginny waited patiently for the common room to retire to their respective dormitories. She sat in her favorite armchair by the fire on the pretense of studying for an upcoming potions test. Ron had drilled her with questions about Malfoy and Ginny just shrugged and had responded with an "I don't know more than you do" or "if you figure it out tell me."
Finally everyone had vacated the common room and Ginny discarded her unread potions volume onto the nearest table. She quietly crept out of the common room and down the dark Hogwarts corridor.
When she entered the room of requirement it resembled a quiet, yet lavishly expensive looking, sitting room. She wasn't surprised to see every thing decorated in silver and green. She supposed Malfoy enjoyed being surrounded by such luxuries and his school colors, needed to be surrounded by it even. It probably made him feel superior or better in some way. She thought in scorn.
A knot formed at the pit of her stomach and she frowned. Something didn't feel right. Something felt wrong, terribly wrong.
He stood up so suddenly and she had been so deep in thought that it startled her and caused her to jump three feet back in fear. The eerie glow of the fire cast an almost sinister aura around him. His face have illuminated and half cast in the shadows. His face was twisted into a grotesque smirk, evil. Pure evil was what he emitted to her. She stood rooted to the ground her heart pounding in her ribcage. He looked familiar.
Why did he look so familiar?
Suddenly a smile spread across his face and all hint of evil or madness disappeared.
"Virginia, you came." he drawled lazily and stepped towards her. She instinctively stepped back.
"I didn't come here for small talk Malfoy." she snapped her heart still beating at an irregular pace. It had been a bad idea to come here, without anyone knowing where she was going to be. He could viciously murder her and no one would know.
"What do you want Malfoy? You must want something otherwise you wouldn't be so nice to Me." she spat spitefully and Malfoy looked down ashamed.
"I'm sorry Ginny, I've been watching you. I really like you Ginny, and I know what a downright prat I've been, but give me a chance. Please? People can change and I've changed for you Ginny. I'd do anything to have you glance at me the way you look at Potter." He said in a resigned tone.
Ginny was dumbfounded. What was he rambling on about? Malfoy couldn't change! He was a sadistic sardonic Wanker, who treated her and her family like dirt. But then again didn't everyone deserve a second chance? He might have changed.... he did after all defy Voldemort and refused to become a death eater, and he had been extremely nice to her today.
Before she could say anything she felt Malfoy press his lips to hers again. She was so shocked her lips were still parted in surprise and she nearly gagged when she felt his tongue enter her mouth. He pulled away with a smug look in his eyes.
Ginny was astounded. Did he truly think he'd pleased her? He must've realized she'd been stiff throughout the entire kiss, if you could even call it that, and she hadn't responded in the least. Apparently he didn't because he leant forward to kiss her again. This time she was prepared and she moved her head to the side so he only grazed her cheek.
"Trust me Virginia, please trust me." She turned towards him and stared into his steel gray eyes. The black pools of his pupils were dilated and she could she the reflection of the flames of the fire flickering in them. She knew suddenly why they had seemed so familiar to her before, Tom Riddle. His eyes weren't the same as Riddle's but the intent was. He'd asked her to trust him and she had, only to be betrayed. His eyes had given him away in the end just like Malfoy's were giving him away now. They were cold and unyielding, yet she stared entranced as if hypnotized, it seemed as if his voice was echoing in her ears from a faraway distance.
