Chapter 11. It is exciting! I do not own it. Memories - curtesy of J.K. Rowling. Kudos to her!

I am feeling rather blue with this piece and am considering abandoning it. I have not decided yet. It depends on the amount of people who review this chapter. I seriously am feeling let down by it. I am unsure what my feeling towards this fic. are at this point.

November 20th

Nine months had come and gone. The winds whispered the coming of the ball sounding like the calm before a storm.

Everyday Draco learned more about his family.

Now it was the day before the ball and he still had no girl to go with him. He planned to ask Ginny but every time he saw her big brown eyes he would forget the carefully planned and practiced words he desired to use in his wooing.

Draco sat on the sofa before the fireplace watching for her to come. He'd been waiting vigilantly for nearly an hour when his eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier. His eyes shut as he left the physical world.

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He was seated on a Nimbus 2001.

"Alright there Scarhead?"

A bludger was chasing a dark haired boy all over the field.

"Practicing for ballet Potter?"

"Densaugeo!"

A girl with bushy brown hair had her hands clapped over teeth that had extended down to her naval.

A sign flashed well more of a badge really, and it read, "Support Cedric Diggory." It flashed. It now read "Potter Stinks!"
A red-head was belching up slugs. He was petrified with laughter. He couldn't stop. What an idiot!
"I don't think Potter liked your valentine much."
Draco felt himself doubled over and walking toward the front of a potions classroom. His hands supported a nose that was about the size of a watermelon.
Draco was now outside and staring at a grey hippogriff.

"You great ugly brute."

A searing pain sliced through his arm. A loud terrified scream pierced the air. Draco looked down at his arm and saw the sleeve of his robe was torn and blood was soaking through.

Draco looked at the tall trees instantly aware of the fact that he was in the forbidden forest. Another boy was in front of him, a giant panting boarhound wasat his side. The urge was irrepressible. Once he came up with the idea it was too good to not be done. The boy in front of him was chubby and would be easy to frighten. Draco crept up behind him and grabbed him. The boy shrieked and shot red sparks into the air.
A tall greasy haired man with a hooked nose and sallow skin stood next to him complimenting his potion brewing ability.
"Arthur Weasley loves muggles so much he should just snap his wand in half and join them," he heard himself say and every word was dripping with scorn. "You'd never know the Weasleys were purebloods, the way they behave."

Crabbe's eyes glowed furiously.

A red-haired boy and a bushy haired girl stood there.

Draco saw himself standing there insulting Ron Weasley when something hit the back of his head. Draco felt his head snap forward. He spun around looking for what hit him. There was a floating head.

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"Draco wake up," a soft feminine voice called to him.

Draco moaned and opened his eyes. Some of the images and things he'd said he found most disturbing. What would Ginny say if she knew some of the cruel things he'd said about her family? How could she be so kind to me when she knew how nasty and wicked he'd been to her?

"Draco, are you alright?" Ginny asked gently taking his hands and kneeling before him.

Draco's eyes were a bit glazed over and he appeared slightly lost. How could he have said such cruel things to her and about her family? Ginny's hands squeezed Draco's.

Draco shook his head which allowed his eyes to clear.

He was greeted by his angel. Ginny knelt there, the light of the fire cast an ethereal glow, the light of the fire made her radiant, the light of the fire cast words into his mind.

Draco rose abruptly. Ginny remained knelt at his feet.

"Ginny," Draco said pulling her up. His mind was going a mile a minute. She was a pureblood like him. But why did that matter? He had been taught now that whether you were muggle, squib, muggleborn, half-blood, or pureblood that it made no difference. But for some reason he felt like it mattered that she was a pureblood. Who had been right and more importantly who was right? Nevermore should he let that matter. From his memories, old and new, he understood his prejudices seemed to upset Ginny.

'Focus!' He heard his mind vociferate.

"Ginny are you going to the ball with someone tomorrow night?"

"No, I thought we were going to go together," Ginny said. She looked crestfallen. She'd thought for sure they'd be together. Who could she find to go with on such short notice? Ginny forced the tears back as she rose to her feet.

Draco quickly took note of the change in the expression on her face. She'd bitten her lip and her eyes were blinking rapidly. She started trembling.

"Ginny, I'm sorry. What did I say?" Draco asked tugging her forward into his arms. "I didn't know."

Ginny slowly lifted her arms and brought them up to encircle his neck. Draco slid his arms around her waist slowly and pulled her even closer to him. Ginny carefully pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Draco dropped his cheek to the top of her head.

"Ginny, I thought you might be going with someone else. I was going to ask you to go with me but I wanted to be sure you weren't going with anyone before I asked you," Draco said and he began to massage her back.

Ginny, sniffling, removed her face from his neck but continued to hold him close.

Draco carefully sat down on the couch and pulled Ginny down onto his lap. Ginny dropped her head to his shoulder and snuggled up to him.

"Ginny will you please stop crying?" Draco begged rocking her a little.

Ginny sniffled but the tears had stopped flowing and her breath was almost back to normal.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley peeked around the corner at the two young people. They smiled seeing the fact that one and one were adding up to more than two. Mr. Weasley wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders. Mrs. Weasley smiled up at her husband.

They quietly crept from the room.

"It looks like our last baby has finally fallen in love and it looks like the future Lord Malfoy is quite in love as well," Mr. Weasley said as he and Mrs. Weasley stepped out onto the back patio area.

By 9:30 that night all was silent in the burrow. Not even the family ghoul made a noise.

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