Three: Truth

Madam Pomfrey would always give a fuss whenever Hermione, Ron and Ginny had come to visit Harry. Usually Hermione and Ron had gone at a separate time then Ginny to give Harry homework and notes. On Tuesday, when all three of them arrived there together, Harry insisted he was feeling much better. Of course, Madam Pomfrey would detest and send Hermione, Ginny, and Ron off to class.

Tuesday seemed to go awfully slow for Ginny Weasley. Potions class with Professor Snape had been the worst. She mixed up her potion wrong and nearly set her skirt on fire.

When supper was announced, she gave a thankful sigh and headed down to the Great Hall.

"Ginny!" Hermione shouted from the Gryffindor's table. "Come sit here!"

"Hi Hermione," Ginny said quietly.

"Aren't you excited for your first Quidditch game tomorrow?"

"Please, don't remind me. I'll probably screw up and--"

"Nonsense, Gin, you'll do awesome; I can tell!" Hermione chanted.

Ginny shrugged in response. She felt something in her twinge, which caused her to look up. Once she did, Ginny found herself staring at a pair of icy blue eyes, which were looking straight at her. It was none other than, "Malfoy."

"Huh, Gin?" Hermione questioned. Ginny broke eye contact, turned to face Hermione, flashed a quick smile, and got up from her spot.

"Where are you going? I'm really worried about you, Ginny. You hardly ever eat and when you do its only a parcel of bread. Are you sure your alright?"

"Alright? Of course I'm okay!" Ginny snapped and ran towards the door, her cloaks flowing behind her.

Something was bothering Ginny and not even Ginny, herself, could figure out what it was. She decided to go towards the Quidditch field outside to practice before bed. She probably wasn't even allowed to be outside at this time, but she didn't care.

Since the field was a fair walk away, she had time to think. Ginny Weasley had always had the biggest crush on Harry Potter, everyone knew that. But Harry treated her almost like a sister, so as much as Ginny hated to admit, she could never picture them together anytime soon.

In the middle of her thoughts, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled around and found herself face to face with none other than, "Malfoy?"

"Weasley?" He mimicked a girl's voice.

Ginny was not a big one for small talk. So she stood there staring a few moments before moving her eyes to the ground and asked, "what are you doing here?"

"Same thing you are."

"Right," Ginny just turned back around, grabbed her broom and snitch, and went out to the field, ignoring Draco. She tightened her grip on her broom before a voice caused her to drop it.

"What the hell's your problem, little Weasley?"
Ginny mouth dropped at the question. "What are you talking about?"

"I was trying to have a decent conversation with you and then you walk off," Draco sneered.

"I—uh—I—uh,"

"Can't explain yourself," he stepped towards her. Ginny dropped her broom and took a step back.

"What are you, afraid of me?" He said tonelessly, "Don't worry, Weasley, I won't hurt you; you aren't worth being expelled for. Besides, I'd feel guilty since your boyfriend Potter isn't here to protect you." At this, Ginny remained quiet, frowning. Draco laughed, "Oh right, Potter doesn't have the time of day to ever think about going out with someone like you. Look at you, Weasley, you're a helpless little girl." Dammit, Draco thought, I'm suppose to be nice to her..not piss her off.

Ginny felt her blood boil. "You know what, Malfoy? You're a stupid blonde git with no true friends! You're so stuck-
up you can't even see it for yourself!" she continued shouting, "I hate you, Malfoy! Just go and leave me alone!"

Draco felt a thump in his chest. He shook himself.

Before Ginny could spit in his face, she scurried over to her broom and picked it up before storming off.

Draco watched her attentively in silence. This is going to be a very long year.