Chapter Six- The Influence of Lucious Malfoy
Ginny woke the next morning. She felt retched. It was Sunday and, judging by the state of the room, she gathered she had slept in.
The beds were made, all; save for hers, and she was the only one in the room. She got to her feet and almost fell on her wobbly legs. After dressing and brushing her hair, she went downstairs.
Hermione had been waiting for her in the Common Room. She was sitting over a Transfiguration chart, frowning and scribbling words down. When Ginny started walking over, she looked up from her work.
'I'm glad your awake. Did you have a good sleep?'
Ginny stared at Hermoine incredulously. 'Sleep? When I know what Ron has just done? The few hours sleep I managed to get were all filled with nightmares about what's going to happen today.'
'Hmmm. Yes, Ron told me what he did. It was really low.'
'I still can't believe he did it.' Hermione cast her eyes down when Ginny said this. 'What's wrong, Mione?' Hermione was silent. 'You still love him, don't you?'
'Yes, although I wish I didn't most of the time. Since all this business with you and Draco, he barely speaks to me and when he does he's so, so cold.'
'I'm sorry Mione,' Ginny sat next to her and placed her arm around her shoulders, comfortingly. ' I really am.'
'It's not your fault. I can't understand Ron sometimes. But think yourself lucky Ginny. You can't help who you love, I mean, look at me. At least you found someone who loves you back.'
'Mione, he does love you. I know he does.'
'Well, he certainly has a lousy way of showing it,' Hermione said bitterly.
'Listen, I'm going to the library, I probably should catch up on some homework. Would you like to come and we can talk a bit about everything?'
'No, I really need to get this done. It's too noisy for me in the library right now, believe me, I've looked. I'll talk with you later ok?'
'No worries. I'll see you later then. Everything will be ok Hermione.'
'I hope so,' Hermione said. Ginny quickly gave her a friendly hug and then climbed through the porthole.
'I hope so too, Hermione,' Ginny whispered.
She made her way down the stairs and headed in the direction of the library. In the corridor, she spotted Draco talking to Pansy Parkinson and laughing. When he saw her, Ginny overheard him say, 'Excuse me Pansy, I have to go,' and he turned and walked off in the opposite direction.
# What the hell was that all about?!#
Ginny began to worry. That definitely wasn't like Draco. Normally he would come up to her, kiss her on the forehead and tell say 'good-morning'. Nevertheless, she entered the library. To her horror, she found that Hermione had been right. It seemed everyone had the same idea as her 'Sunday, do-homework-last-minute-day.'
She slowly walked amongst the shelves, looking for a book that might help her with her Herbology homework. Finally, she picked one off the shelf and seated herself at the nearest table to begin reading. The only problem was that she couldn't absorb what she was reading. Her eyes, passed over the words, but didn't comprehend them.
# Concentrate. CONCENTRATE! This is homework, it's due on Tuesday and you HAVE to get it done. Besides, maybe Draco really did have to go...# But the fact that he had walked off without saying one word to Ginny still bothered her.
Eventually, she got up from the table and borrowed the book. Then she left the library in search of Draco, she had to talk to him. She knew that something was very wrong here.
She searched everywhere and managed to spot him while she was descending the staircase to the second floor. She walked briskly towards him. When he saw her, he paused, hesitantly, but then continued to walk in her direction. Once he was near enough, Ginny grabbed his arm. 'Can I please talk to you, Draco?'
'Now really isn't a good time, Weasley,' Draco said without emotion.
Ginny jumped back as if she had been stung. Was this the same Draco she had spent numerous happy days with? This person standing before her who was so cold? He hadn't called her 'Weasley' since the very beginning of the year and Ginny was hurt.
'No, I think now is a VERY good time, Malfoy.' Ginny said, working hard to keep her voice under control. She saw Draco wince slightly when she spoke his last name instead of his first, but she didn't apologise as he had just had the exact same effect on her. She grabbed his arm again and led him into an empty classroom. When she quietly closed the door behind them, Draco started to look very uneasy.
'What was that all about this morning?' Ginny asked.
'What was what?' Draco asked indifferently.
'Seeing me coming up to say good-morning to you, and then speeding off in the other direction without a word.'
'I didn't see you.'
'Please. Don't lie to me. I know you say me. Why are you doing this, Draco? Why all of a sudden has everything changed?'
'I don't really think I was different this morning from any other morning,' Draco said coolly.
'Draco, please, tell me what's wrong. Why has everything changed so suddenly?'
There was a long pause. The Draco finally said, 'I just don't think we should be together anymore.'
Ginny was shocked. She looked away, out the window, trying to comprehend what she had just heard. Her brow furrowed, then became smooth and then creased into a frown once more. She could feel the water welling up behind her eyes. This was all wrong. She blinked frustrated, trying to keep back the tears. She didn't want him to see her cry, not now. Where had all of this come from? Yesterday they were in love, and today- it was as if Draco had been replaced?
'Draco,' her voice wavered and she gulped to get it under control once more, 'Can you look me in the eye, and tell me you don't love you anymore?' Her voice was very quiet.
'I don't love you anymore,' he said simply, but he avoided looking at her.
'No, look at me when you say it,' Ginny said, close to tears.
Draco looked into her eyes. 'I-I don't love you anymore, Ginny.'
She took a breath as if to say something, but she couldn't. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Draco. Then, she grasped the doorknob and went out of the room, closing it behind her and slowly walking away. It felt as she were in a dream. A horrible dream- but this was real and that's what made it worse. Her face became a mask, displaying no emotion. The water that had welled up behind her eyes wouldn't come out. It was if it dissolved.
As she walked down the corridor, she never heard Draco as her held his head in his hands back in the empty classroom and then bashed his head against the wall over and over again and shouted out 'WHY?!' and then whispered 'What sick bastard would send such a letter to my father?'
Weeks passed. Ginny and Draco passed each other in the hall way. Draco looked at her longingly and with pain in his eyes, but Ginny barely gave any hint of recognition when she saw him. It was as if she were suffering from amnesia, like she had forgotten the conversation.
She hardly spoke to people, and, on the few occasions that she did, she spoke in a small, timid voice. Even Hermione couldn't get anything out of her. All she could get her to say was, 'He doesn't love me anymore'.
Ron's and Harry's attitude toward Ginny had definitely changed since. They were talking to her, making jokes once again and they both gave her hugs, telling her that she would get over it all and laugh when she looked back on it. But she never returned their hugs or reassuring comments. No one, save for Hermione, noticed the pain that Ginny could not express, the misery that she was abnormally masking or the grief that was stripping her of her true self.
It didn't help either that Draco appeared to be seen more and more with Pansy Parkinson who would practically hang off him and find every opportunity to get close to him.
Hermione, Ginny, Harry and Ron were all seated at the Griffindor table for lunch. Hermione watched the amazing contrast between Ron and Ginny as Ron so much food onto his plate (so much that it could have been declared the mount Everest of all food mountains), whereas Ginny's plate was bare and she hadn't eaten anything since last night's dinner; and even then, she had barely eaten at all.
Harry and Ron were making jokes once more about how Ginny could have even thought about going out with Draco. Hermione knew that she couldn't possibly endure the remaining twenty minutes of her lunchbreak listening to them, so she took Ginny aside and led her up to the common room, in a desperate attempt to get her to release some emotion; any emotion at all.
Once they were inside, Hermione sat Ginny down gently on a chair opposite her. 'Is something wrong, Hermione?' Ginny asked curiously.
'No, Ginny,' Hermione said gently. 'There's nothing wrong with me, but I think there might be something wrong with you.'
'What do you mean?' It was as if Hermione were talking to a computer with a gentle, cooing voice.
'You haven't been yourself lately. Not the same commanding presence, barely eating, barely talking. You're like an emotional wreck, except, you've taken it to the other end of the scale and aren't showing any emotion at all. NONE WHATSOEVER ever since you broke up with Draco.'
'You mean Malfoy,' Ginny said calmly.
'No, Ginny. Draco. You call him Draco.'
'But why? Our relationship was never meant to be to begin with. It was a joke.'
'Ginny, stop it. That's Ron and Harry talking. You have to stop listening to what they're telling you, they're brainwashing in a sense. You have to talk to Draco.'
'I-I can't. I'm not allowed.' Her mask wavered for a minute.
'Says who?'
'I simply can't Mione. Besides, Ron and Harry are happy with me now.'
'SCREW RON AND HARRY, GINNY! THIS IS NOT ABOUT THEM.'
'Oh Hermione, now you're getting all worked up.' Hermione stared at Ginny in shock.
'Well, if you're not going to talk to Draco, then I'm sure as hell going to. I'm not going to let you live like this for the rest of your life.'
And Hermione got up and went looking for Draco, leaving Ginny to sit calmly in the Griffindor Common Room.
She found Draco, surprisingly enough, in the library and she approached him nervously.
'Draco I need to talk with you.'
'Hermione I...........'
'It's about Ginny.' Draco closed his mouth immediately and followed Hermione to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
'What is it? Is she alright?'
'No, she's not. Ever since..........................well, you know what I'm talking about. She barely eats, talks. She never laughs- she shows no emotion at all. You have to do something.'
'Hermione I WANT TO, believe me I do. You don't know what it's like. Having to watch her every day, wanting to be with her so badly, seeing her look a me with no hint of recognition, not one word.' He bashed his fist against the wall. 'I LOVE HER GOD DAMMIT AND I CAN'T BE WITH HER.'
'Why not, Draco?'
'BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING LETTER SOME ARSEHOLE SENT TO MY FATHER, AND NOW HE HAS PEOPLE WATCHING ME. PANSY PARKINSON JUST TO NAME ONE!'
'It was Ron,' Hermione said quietly, startled by his anger.
'WHAT?!' Draco shouted shrilly. 'WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?! I'LL KILL HIM, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL. DOESN'T HE KNOW WHAT LOVE IS LIKE? HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO HIS OWN SISTER?'
'I don't know, Draco. He's so dead set about you and Ginny not being together.'
'What am I going to do?'
'You have to go and talk to her. It's the only way to- well, make her better, so to speak.'
'How, with my father's little spies watching me? Do you know he sends them money in the mail to do it?'
'Well then do it at night.'
'The Griffindor Common Room?'
'No, her dormitory window.'
'How on earth am I going to do that?'
Hermione looked at him, one eyebrow raised, 'Hey, you're the one with the quidditch broomstick, not me,' she said calmly.
Draco smiled. It was the first time that Hermione had ever seen him smile at her and not smirk, tauntingly.
'Thanks, Hermione,' he said genuinely.
'It's fine Draco. She's my friend and I care about her a lot. I know what it's like to be in love.'
Draco's smile turned into a painful one and his eyes looked at her knowingly. 'Weasley himself, isn't it.'
'Yes,' Hermione said, looking at the floor.
'As much as I hate him, I hope it works out between you.'
Hermione was shocked by his words. She hadn't realised how much love had changed him. 'Thank you Draco. Now I think you'd better go. Things may get worse if people have seen US together as well.'
'Yeah, you're right. See ya Hermione, and thanks again.' Then he walked briskly away.
Hermione sighed happily to herself. Her plan to set things straight was going well. She knew that Draco was the only person who would be able to melt Ginny's barrier of ice and set things right again. Knowing this, she walked off, relatively happy, humming to herself.
That night, Draco crept downstairs into the bathroom in the Slytherin Common Room (he couldn't fit through his dormitory window as he was too tall and muscular). With him, he carried his broom and he walked quietly and slowly, even though there was no one in the common room.
He shoved his broom out of the bathroom window, letting it float adrift mid- air. Then he himself scrambled out and eased himself onto the ledge. He thanked his lucky stars the window wasn't high up.
His heart raced as he mounted his broom and kicked off from the castle wall. He flew high up and around to where he knew the Griffindor common room was situated.
He calculated where Ginny's dormitory would be from all the times she had told him about her room and where other's were in relation to it.
He found her window and rapped on it lightly with his fist. 'Ginny,' he whispered hoarsely through the cold night air. He waited for what seemed like an eternity and he turned to go when suddenly, he heard the window open. To his relief, Ginny's face appeared.
'Malfoy, what are you DOING here?'
Draco winced as she said his last name again.
'I need to talk to you.'
'B-but, it's the middle of the night!'
'Sssh, I know. Please just come with me. There's so much I have to tell you.'
'Alright, Malfoy. But I don't see why this couldn't have waited until tomorrow.'
'You better get something warm on. It's freezing out here. Here, pass some blankets out,' Draco told her gently.
Soon she handed him the blankets out the window and he placed his hands around her waist and put her in front of him on the broom. Then, without another word, he kicked off from the wall and sped off into the night sky.
----------------------------------Ok, FINISHED WHEW! Sorry folks bout the wait. I hope you really enjoyed this chapter. Oh believe me I had LOADS of fun writing it. I meant to ask you guys. Would you prefer a happy ending or a sad ending? I don't mind, but I wanted to ask for your opinions. Well, I'll work on the next chapter as soon as I get the chance. Thanks for all the great reviews, I LOVE hearing from you guys. Ciao all = Luv Chloe.
Ginny woke the next morning. She felt retched. It was Sunday and, judging by the state of the room, she gathered she had slept in.
The beds were made, all; save for hers, and she was the only one in the room. She got to her feet and almost fell on her wobbly legs. After dressing and brushing her hair, she went downstairs.
Hermione had been waiting for her in the Common Room. She was sitting over a Transfiguration chart, frowning and scribbling words down. When Ginny started walking over, she looked up from her work.
'I'm glad your awake. Did you have a good sleep?'
Ginny stared at Hermoine incredulously. 'Sleep? When I know what Ron has just done? The few hours sleep I managed to get were all filled with nightmares about what's going to happen today.'
'Hmmm. Yes, Ron told me what he did. It was really low.'
'I still can't believe he did it.' Hermione cast her eyes down when Ginny said this. 'What's wrong, Mione?' Hermione was silent. 'You still love him, don't you?'
'Yes, although I wish I didn't most of the time. Since all this business with you and Draco, he barely speaks to me and when he does he's so, so cold.'
'I'm sorry Mione,' Ginny sat next to her and placed her arm around her shoulders, comfortingly. ' I really am.'
'It's not your fault. I can't understand Ron sometimes. But think yourself lucky Ginny. You can't help who you love, I mean, look at me. At least you found someone who loves you back.'
'Mione, he does love you. I know he does.'
'Well, he certainly has a lousy way of showing it,' Hermione said bitterly.
'Listen, I'm going to the library, I probably should catch up on some homework. Would you like to come and we can talk a bit about everything?'
'No, I really need to get this done. It's too noisy for me in the library right now, believe me, I've looked. I'll talk with you later ok?'
'No worries. I'll see you later then. Everything will be ok Hermione.'
'I hope so,' Hermione said. Ginny quickly gave her a friendly hug and then climbed through the porthole.
'I hope so too, Hermione,' Ginny whispered.
She made her way down the stairs and headed in the direction of the library. In the corridor, she spotted Draco talking to Pansy Parkinson and laughing. When he saw her, Ginny overheard him say, 'Excuse me Pansy, I have to go,' and he turned and walked off in the opposite direction.
# What the hell was that all about?!#
Ginny began to worry. That definitely wasn't like Draco. Normally he would come up to her, kiss her on the forehead and tell say 'good-morning'. Nevertheless, she entered the library. To her horror, she found that Hermione had been right. It seemed everyone had the same idea as her 'Sunday, do-homework-last-minute-day.'
She slowly walked amongst the shelves, looking for a book that might help her with her Herbology homework. Finally, she picked one off the shelf and seated herself at the nearest table to begin reading. The only problem was that she couldn't absorb what she was reading. Her eyes, passed over the words, but didn't comprehend them.
# Concentrate. CONCENTRATE! This is homework, it's due on Tuesday and you HAVE to get it done. Besides, maybe Draco really did have to go...# But the fact that he had walked off without saying one word to Ginny still bothered her.
Eventually, she got up from the table and borrowed the book. Then she left the library in search of Draco, she had to talk to him. She knew that something was very wrong here.
She searched everywhere and managed to spot him while she was descending the staircase to the second floor. She walked briskly towards him. When he saw her, he paused, hesitantly, but then continued to walk in her direction. Once he was near enough, Ginny grabbed his arm. 'Can I please talk to you, Draco?'
'Now really isn't a good time, Weasley,' Draco said without emotion.
Ginny jumped back as if she had been stung. Was this the same Draco she had spent numerous happy days with? This person standing before her who was so cold? He hadn't called her 'Weasley' since the very beginning of the year and Ginny was hurt.
'No, I think now is a VERY good time, Malfoy.' Ginny said, working hard to keep her voice under control. She saw Draco wince slightly when she spoke his last name instead of his first, but she didn't apologise as he had just had the exact same effect on her. She grabbed his arm again and led him into an empty classroom. When she quietly closed the door behind them, Draco started to look very uneasy.
'What was that all about this morning?' Ginny asked.
'What was what?' Draco asked indifferently.
'Seeing me coming up to say good-morning to you, and then speeding off in the other direction without a word.'
'I didn't see you.'
'Please. Don't lie to me. I know you say me. Why are you doing this, Draco? Why all of a sudden has everything changed?'
'I don't really think I was different this morning from any other morning,' Draco said coolly.
'Draco, please, tell me what's wrong. Why has everything changed so suddenly?'
There was a long pause. The Draco finally said, 'I just don't think we should be together anymore.'
Ginny was shocked. She looked away, out the window, trying to comprehend what she had just heard. Her brow furrowed, then became smooth and then creased into a frown once more. She could feel the water welling up behind her eyes. This was all wrong. She blinked frustrated, trying to keep back the tears. She didn't want him to see her cry, not now. Where had all of this come from? Yesterday they were in love, and today- it was as if Draco had been replaced?
'Draco,' her voice wavered and she gulped to get it under control once more, 'Can you look me in the eye, and tell me you don't love you anymore?' Her voice was very quiet.
'I don't love you anymore,' he said simply, but he avoided looking at her.
'No, look at me when you say it,' Ginny said, close to tears.
Draco looked into her eyes. 'I-I don't love you anymore, Ginny.'
She took a breath as if to say something, but she couldn't. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Draco. Then, she grasped the doorknob and went out of the room, closing it behind her and slowly walking away. It felt as she were in a dream. A horrible dream- but this was real and that's what made it worse. Her face became a mask, displaying no emotion. The water that had welled up behind her eyes wouldn't come out. It was if it dissolved.
As she walked down the corridor, she never heard Draco as her held his head in his hands back in the empty classroom and then bashed his head against the wall over and over again and shouted out 'WHY?!' and then whispered 'What sick bastard would send such a letter to my father?'
Weeks passed. Ginny and Draco passed each other in the hall way. Draco looked at her longingly and with pain in his eyes, but Ginny barely gave any hint of recognition when she saw him. It was as if she were suffering from amnesia, like she had forgotten the conversation.
She hardly spoke to people, and, on the few occasions that she did, she spoke in a small, timid voice. Even Hermione couldn't get anything out of her. All she could get her to say was, 'He doesn't love me anymore'.
Ron's and Harry's attitude toward Ginny had definitely changed since. They were talking to her, making jokes once again and they both gave her hugs, telling her that she would get over it all and laugh when she looked back on it. But she never returned their hugs or reassuring comments. No one, save for Hermione, noticed the pain that Ginny could not express, the misery that she was abnormally masking or the grief that was stripping her of her true self.
It didn't help either that Draco appeared to be seen more and more with Pansy Parkinson who would practically hang off him and find every opportunity to get close to him.
Hermione, Ginny, Harry and Ron were all seated at the Griffindor table for lunch. Hermione watched the amazing contrast between Ron and Ginny as Ron so much food onto his plate (so much that it could have been declared the mount Everest of all food mountains), whereas Ginny's plate was bare and she hadn't eaten anything since last night's dinner; and even then, she had barely eaten at all.
Harry and Ron were making jokes once more about how Ginny could have even thought about going out with Draco. Hermione knew that she couldn't possibly endure the remaining twenty minutes of her lunchbreak listening to them, so she took Ginny aside and led her up to the common room, in a desperate attempt to get her to release some emotion; any emotion at all.
Once they were inside, Hermione sat Ginny down gently on a chair opposite her. 'Is something wrong, Hermione?' Ginny asked curiously.
'No, Ginny,' Hermione said gently. 'There's nothing wrong with me, but I think there might be something wrong with you.'
'What do you mean?' It was as if Hermione were talking to a computer with a gentle, cooing voice.
'You haven't been yourself lately. Not the same commanding presence, barely eating, barely talking. You're like an emotional wreck, except, you've taken it to the other end of the scale and aren't showing any emotion at all. NONE WHATSOEVER ever since you broke up with Draco.'
'You mean Malfoy,' Ginny said calmly.
'No, Ginny. Draco. You call him Draco.'
'But why? Our relationship was never meant to be to begin with. It was a joke.'
'Ginny, stop it. That's Ron and Harry talking. You have to stop listening to what they're telling you, they're brainwashing in a sense. You have to talk to Draco.'
'I-I can't. I'm not allowed.' Her mask wavered for a minute.
'Says who?'
'I simply can't Mione. Besides, Ron and Harry are happy with me now.'
'SCREW RON AND HARRY, GINNY! THIS IS NOT ABOUT THEM.'
'Oh Hermione, now you're getting all worked up.' Hermione stared at Ginny in shock.
'Well, if you're not going to talk to Draco, then I'm sure as hell going to. I'm not going to let you live like this for the rest of your life.'
And Hermione got up and went looking for Draco, leaving Ginny to sit calmly in the Griffindor Common Room.
She found Draco, surprisingly enough, in the library and she approached him nervously.
'Draco I need to talk with you.'
'Hermione I...........'
'It's about Ginny.' Draco closed his mouth immediately and followed Hermione to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
'What is it? Is she alright?'
'No, she's not. Ever since..........................well, you know what I'm talking about. She barely eats, talks. She never laughs- she shows no emotion at all. You have to do something.'
'Hermione I WANT TO, believe me I do. You don't know what it's like. Having to watch her every day, wanting to be with her so badly, seeing her look a me with no hint of recognition, not one word.' He bashed his fist against the wall. 'I LOVE HER GOD DAMMIT AND I CAN'T BE WITH HER.'
'Why not, Draco?'
'BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING LETTER SOME ARSEHOLE SENT TO MY FATHER, AND NOW HE HAS PEOPLE WATCHING ME. PANSY PARKINSON JUST TO NAME ONE!'
'It was Ron,' Hermione said quietly, startled by his anger.
'WHAT?!' Draco shouted shrilly. 'WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?! I'LL KILL HIM, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL. DOESN'T HE KNOW WHAT LOVE IS LIKE? HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO HIS OWN SISTER?'
'I don't know, Draco. He's so dead set about you and Ginny not being together.'
'What am I going to do?'
'You have to go and talk to her. It's the only way to- well, make her better, so to speak.'
'How, with my father's little spies watching me? Do you know he sends them money in the mail to do it?'
'Well then do it at night.'
'The Griffindor Common Room?'
'No, her dormitory window.'
'How on earth am I going to do that?'
Hermione looked at him, one eyebrow raised, 'Hey, you're the one with the quidditch broomstick, not me,' she said calmly.
Draco smiled. It was the first time that Hermione had ever seen him smile at her and not smirk, tauntingly.
'Thanks, Hermione,' he said genuinely.
'It's fine Draco. She's my friend and I care about her a lot. I know what it's like to be in love.'
Draco's smile turned into a painful one and his eyes looked at her knowingly. 'Weasley himself, isn't it.'
'Yes,' Hermione said, looking at the floor.
'As much as I hate him, I hope it works out between you.'
Hermione was shocked by his words. She hadn't realised how much love had changed him. 'Thank you Draco. Now I think you'd better go. Things may get worse if people have seen US together as well.'
'Yeah, you're right. See ya Hermione, and thanks again.' Then he walked briskly away.
Hermione sighed happily to herself. Her plan to set things straight was going well. She knew that Draco was the only person who would be able to melt Ginny's barrier of ice and set things right again. Knowing this, she walked off, relatively happy, humming to herself.
That night, Draco crept downstairs into the bathroom in the Slytherin Common Room (he couldn't fit through his dormitory window as he was too tall and muscular). With him, he carried his broom and he walked quietly and slowly, even though there was no one in the common room.
He shoved his broom out of the bathroom window, letting it float adrift mid- air. Then he himself scrambled out and eased himself onto the ledge. He thanked his lucky stars the window wasn't high up.
His heart raced as he mounted his broom and kicked off from the castle wall. He flew high up and around to where he knew the Griffindor common room was situated.
He calculated where Ginny's dormitory would be from all the times she had told him about her room and where other's were in relation to it.
He found her window and rapped on it lightly with his fist. 'Ginny,' he whispered hoarsely through the cold night air. He waited for what seemed like an eternity and he turned to go when suddenly, he heard the window open. To his relief, Ginny's face appeared.
'Malfoy, what are you DOING here?'
Draco winced as she said his last name again.
'I need to talk to you.'
'B-but, it's the middle of the night!'
'Sssh, I know. Please just come with me. There's so much I have to tell you.'
'Alright, Malfoy. But I don't see why this couldn't have waited until tomorrow.'
'You better get something warm on. It's freezing out here. Here, pass some blankets out,' Draco told her gently.
Soon she handed him the blankets out the window and he placed his hands around her waist and put her in front of him on the broom. Then, without another word, he kicked off from the wall and sped off into the night sky.
----------------------------------Ok, FINISHED WHEW! Sorry folks bout the wait. I hope you really enjoyed this chapter. Oh believe me I had LOADS of fun writing it. I meant to ask you guys. Would you prefer a happy ending or a sad ending? I don't mind, but I wanted to ask for your opinions. Well, I'll work on the next chapter as soon as I get the chance. Thanks for all the great reviews, I LOVE hearing from you guys. Ciao all = Luv Chloe.
