Ginny stared in wonder at what she had found. One was of her sitting at
lunch with her head resting on her hand, one was of her laughing with her
friends from last year, and some were of her in clothes she had never seen
before.
She didn't know if she should be mad or happy about this. Ginny just did know what to think. She kept flipping through the pages, looking at al these pictures of her. They went from when she was happy to being dressed up in dark dresses and in really dark make-up. She had never dressed like that once in her life. The pictures were in black and white, but had so much color.
When he drew these, did he have feelings for her? Ginny had so many questions that were left un-answered.
'Why did he make me go through all of that? If he liked me, how come he had to torture me? He made me think I was worthless to him all this time! Now, he's worthless to me.'
Ginny's mind was clouded and she felt dizzy. She could barley focus on the thin gin front of her. She thought about all those times she told herself that Harry didn't think of her, that no one thought of her or even pay her any mind.
Ginny grabbed the book and stomped downstairs. She hadn't had a clue what she was going to do, but she just went where her feet took her. By the lights of the torches, she ran quicker and quicker down the hall to the door leading to the outside. While running the pictures grew in her mind of the old times. He had come to save her, he gave her more attention her family had given her then he took it all away. She pushed it open and saw the lake. Ginny knew exactly what to do.
By the time Ginny had reached the lake, she looked at book one more time, and thought about the last thing he had taken away from her. The chance at a first kiss with someone she truly cared about. Not and imaginary person she had locked deep within her heart from what seemed like decades ago. Ginny didn't even think twice about what she was going to do. She lifted up the book and threw it as hard as she could into the lake.
She dropped to her knees and tried to breathe as much air in as she could. For something one could do normally, she was having quite a hard time doing it.
She looked out at the forest and saw the thing that reminded her Draco.
'You've killed a part of yourself.'
Draco. Just the mere name brought even more anger to the surface. It ringed in her head as she watched the creatures walk around the outside of the forest. They did quite resemble horses. But they weren't truly. Like she, looked like a normal human being, bust wasn't truly.
Ginny sat there looking at them flying up in the air and landing back down. She watched them race down the riverside. She wondered if she too could find a pack of her own. )-()-()-()-()-(
Draco watched her throw that book into the lake. He watched from one of the windows of his room. He knew what she was staring at. All he saw was a blob of her but he knew distinctly it was she. Just the way her hair looked and her clothes. He knew.
Meanwhile on Ginny's way back up to her room, she saw the shadow on the wall and turned to see Draco with something hanging from his hand.
"Here I fixed it."
He put it in her hand and before she could say 'thank you' he was already walking down the hall. Although would she really had said it? The chain was now not a cheap one, but it was linked together with moonstone and the pendant hung more loosely off of the chain. She looked down at the charm and it was now fuller. She figured it could only be because of one reason. Ginny smiled and thought it was nice to have done this. It looked a lot better and she felt a little happier about her day.
She was still a little mad about all of the situations, but figured if she could forgive anyone right now, it was Draco. He had been the one protecting her. But very recent occasions might have proved him otherwise. She had an idea and turned around down the hallway.
She turned the corners as quick as she could to find out where he had gone. He was at his secret passageway leading into his private room. She caught up to him just in time.
"Draco wait!"
He saw Ginny run up to him and wondered what she wanted.
"Can I come in?"
She didn't know if she should be mad or happy about this. Ginny just did know what to think. She kept flipping through the pages, looking at al these pictures of her. They went from when she was happy to being dressed up in dark dresses and in really dark make-up. She had never dressed like that once in her life. The pictures were in black and white, but had so much color.
When he drew these, did he have feelings for her? Ginny had so many questions that were left un-answered.
'Why did he make me go through all of that? If he liked me, how come he had to torture me? He made me think I was worthless to him all this time! Now, he's worthless to me.'
Ginny's mind was clouded and she felt dizzy. She could barley focus on the thin gin front of her. She thought about all those times she told herself that Harry didn't think of her, that no one thought of her or even pay her any mind.
Ginny grabbed the book and stomped downstairs. She hadn't had a clue what she was going to do, but she just went where her feet took her. By the lights of the torches, she ran quicker and quicker down the hall to the door leading to the outside. While running the pictures grew in her mind of the old times. He had come to save her, he gave her more attention her family had given her then he took it all away. She pushed it open and saw the lake. Ginny knew exactly what to do.
By the time Ginny had reached the lake, she looked at book one more time, and thought about the last thing he had taken away from her. The chance at a first kiss with someone she truly cared about. Not and imaginary person she had locked deep within her heart from what seemed like decades ago. Ginny didn't even think twice about what she was going to do. She lifted up the book and threw it as hard as she could into the lake.
She dropped to her knees and tried to breathe as much air in as she could. For something one could do normally, she was having quite a hard time doing it.
She looked out at the forest and saw the thing that reminded her Draco.
'You've killed a part of yourself.'
Draco. Just the mere name brought even more anger to the surface. It ringed in her head as she watched the creatures walk around the outside of the forest. They did quite resemble horses. But they weren't truly. Like she, looked like a normal human being, bust wasn't truly.
Ginny sat there looking at them flying up in the air and landing back down. She watched them race down the riverside. She wondered if she too could find a pack of her own. )-()-()-()-()-(
Draco watched her throw that book into the lake. He watched from one of the windows of his room. He knew what she was staring at. All he saw was a blob of her but he knew distinctly it was she. Just the way her hair looked and her clothes. He knew.
Meanwhile on Ginny's way back up to her room, she saw the shadow on the wall and turned to see Draco with something hanging from his hand.
"Here I fixed it."
He put it in her hand and before she could say 'thank you' he was already walking down the hall. Although would she really had said it? The chain was now not a cheap one, but it was linked together with moonstone and the pendant hung more loosely off of the chain. She looked down at the charm and it was now fuller. She figured it could only be because of one reason. Ginny smiled and thought it was nice to have done this. It looked a lot better and she felt a little happier about her day.
She was still a little mad about all of the situations, but figured if she could forgive anyone right now, it was Draco. He had been the one protecting her. But very recent occasions might have proved him otherwise. She had an idea and turned around down the hallway.
She turned the corners as quick as she could to find out where he had gone. He was at his secret passageway leading into his private room. She caught up to him just in time.
"Draco wait!"
He saw Ginny run up to him and wondered what she wanted.
"Can I come in?"