A\N: I plan to get to almost finish it by Valentines so the dance can be
happening on Valentines day, but that's just my plan. I might not be able
to finish it by then. But thank you for all your lovely reviews. Edison
Chen is a hot babe!
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Chapter Six
How to Lie to Your Heart- Ginny Weasley
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She was tangled in a web of confusion. What was going on anyway? It was like her heart was being ripped in two directions. One of them was to do the right thing and throw Draco aside because she had a feeling something wasn't right, but another one was telling her to go for it.
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Could she really say yes to Draco's invitation to the Valentine's dance? Could she really trust him?
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She didn't know what to do anymore. Maybe she should do the right thing. It was the only thing that would make everything okay again.
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Isn't it?
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Ginny punched her pillow in frustration and sat up in bed. Another one of the sixth year girls was mumbling in her sleep. She only caught the half about floating in the sky and jumping off a building.
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It didn't seem like a bad idea. Jumping off the building that is. It would be easier than to face what's real. At least when she jumped off the building, she would soar before anything really bad happened.
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Ginny sighed and got out of bed. She couldn't sleep so what was the point of staying in bed?
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The common room was empty and the fire was down to a low glow. She settled into a seat in front of the fire and stared off into space, her brows furrowed together. Who knew that deciding would be so hard?
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Well, there was only one thing to do then. She must do the right thing and that was to say no to Draco. It wasn't like he's never said no to any girl before. He's probably brushed hundreds of them off just because he didn't like the way they looked or the way they acted.
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But this had nothing to do with whether he acted like this or looked like that. It was mainly because he was Draco Malfoy and she could never say yes to him. What would her fellow Gryffindors think of her?
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But did that matter? Draco was, after all, the sexiest guy at Hogwarts. He had the body of a sex god and his face was too good to be described. That moment on the Quidditch field when she had been on top of him, she knew she wanted him. But the righteous side of her forced her to rush off of him.
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Would she live her life like this forever, deciding whether she should do the right thing or what her heart wanted?
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Ginny sighed and closed her eyes. She would have to think about all these things another time.
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Morning came too early and Ginny had to greet the day. She dressed herself and walked down to breakfast, angry that life had to be like that. Valentines was a few days away and Draco would need her answer soon or he'll go with someone else.
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Something struck her in the back of her head and an idea came to her. Even if she said no, Draco could still take someone else. There, she could be happy and he would too.
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A first year picked up her shoes, the object that had struck Ginny's head and apologized.
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"No!" Ginny exclaimed. "No! Don't be sorry. You just gave me the best idea ever. Thank you!"
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She pulled the first year into a hug, but he didn't resist. He enjoyed it actually, with his eyes all dreamy when she pulled away.
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The Great Hall was noisy as always. As soon as she entered it, she looked for Draco. She would have to tell him as soon as possible. The sooner she got it over with, the better it would be, for both of them.
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He was seated between Pansy and Blaise. That was good because if he didn't like her answer, he could choose between those two. A sex god with a mad cow or a branch, but then again, everyone would be happy.
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But then who would she go with? She couldn't go stag. She wanted to enjoy February the fourteenth with someone special. She wanted to exchange Valentines cards that said something like 'I've got my eyes on you, valentines' to someone special, not just a friend who might mistaken the card to think that she really meant it.
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One glance at Seamus changed her mind about the cards. Last year when she had give him a card with something like 'Let's be valentines' he went all weird and wouldn't speak to her.
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When she finally asked him what was wrong, he went all stiff and explained that he was taken and she deserved someone way better.
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Honestly, talk about mistakes.
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Ginny shook her head and went over to the Slytherin table. She tapped him on the shoulder and indicated the door. He stood up and follow silently, but he wasn't the only one who followed her. Every eye in the Great Hall followed her as well. Really, it was getting creepy.
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They were outside of the Great Hall and Ginny turned to face Draco. He looked almost smug, but it could have been her imagination. "I can't," she said.
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"What?" he asked, shocked. Had he really been expecting a yes?
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"You heard me," she answered. "I said I can't. We're just not meant to go to this thing together."
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"Then who ARE we meant to go to it with?" he asked. "Ginny, I asked you because I wanted you to go. Don't tell me you're going to turn your back on me now. I mean, all the girls I want to ask to it has already gotten their dates chosen already."
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"So I was just the last option standing?" she asked, a bit hurt.
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Draco's face softened and he turned away. "No, of course not," he said. "You were the first option lying on top of ME. Why won't you consider going to this thing with me?"
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Ginny ran a hand through her hair and looked away momentarily. "Because- well, I don't know. Gosh, I'm not even sure about anything anymore."
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She really was confused. How could Draco Malfoy actually hurt her this bad? Make her want him this bad?
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"You just can't make up your mind about me," he concluded. "You know you want to say yes, but you're thinking about what your brother and Potter and everyone else would think of you. This is despicable, Ginny."
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She was taken aback by his words. Was it really true? Could it be that she cared so much about what they thought of her that she wouldn't say yes to Draco?
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"That's not true!" she protested.
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"Then prove it, Ginny," he challenged her. "Prove that you don't care what they think about you by going to the Valentines Dance with me."
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"I don't know," she admitted. "Something doesn't feel right."
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"See, because you care what they think," he said. "Fine, I dare you to go to it with me."
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She looked at him and the mischievous smirk on his face took her breath away. "You dare me huh?" she asked. "Well, I don't turn down dares."
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He gave a smirky grin and turned to walk away, but he turned back to look at her. "You're brave, Weasley," he said.
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Then he walked away and Ginny shook her head. He was a cunning little sexy prat.
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Chapter Six
How to Lie to Your Heart- Ginny Weasley
.
.
She was tangled in a web of confusion. What was going on anyway? It was like her heart was being ripped in two directions. One of them was to do the right thing and throw Draco aside because she had a feeling something wasn't right, but another one was telling her to go for it.
.
.
Could she really say yes to Draco's invitation to the Valentine's dance? Could she really trust him?
.
.
She didn't know what to do anymore. Maybe she should do the right thing. It was the only thing that would make everything okay again.
.
.
Isn't it?
.
.
Ginny punched her pillow in frustration and sat up in bed. Another one of the sixth year girls was mumbling in her sleep. She only caught the half about floating in the sky and jumping off a building.
.
.
It didn't seem like a bad idea. Jumping off the building that is. It would be easier than to face what's real. At least when she jumped off the building, she would soar before anything really bad happened.
.
.
Ginny sighed and got out of bed. She couldn't sleep so what was the point of staying in bed?
.
.
The common room was empty and the fire was down to a low glow. She settled into a seat in front of the fire and stared off into space, her brows furrowed together. Who knew that deciding would be so hard?
.
.
Well, there was only one thing to do then. She must do the right thing and that was to say no to Draco. It wasn't like he's never said no to any girl before. He's probably brushed hundreds of them off just because he didn't like the way they looked or the way they acted.
.
.
But this had nothing to do with whether he acted like this or looked like that. It was mainly because he was Draco Malfoy and she could never say yes to him. What would her fellow Gryffindors think of her?
.
.
But did that matter? Draco was, after all, the sexiest guy at Hogwarts. He had the body of a sex god and his face was too good to be described. That moment on the Quidditch field when she had been on top of him, she knew she wanted him. But the righteous side of her forced her to rush off of him.
.
.
Would she live her life like this forever, deciding whether she should do the right thing or what her heart wanted?
.
.
Ginny sighed and closed her eyes. She would have to think about all these things another time.
.
.
* * *
.
.
Morning came too early and Ginny had to greet the day. She dressed herself and walked down to breakfast, angry that life had to be like that. Valentines was a few days away and Draco would need her answer soon or he'll go with someone else.
.
.
Something struck her in the back of her head and an idea came to her. Even if she said no, Draco could still take someone else. There, she could be happy and he would too.
.
.
A first year picked up her shoes, the object that had struck Ginny's head and apologized.
.
.
"No!" Ginny exclaimed. "No! Don't be sorry. You just gave me the best idea ever. Thank you!"
.
.
She pulled the first year into a hug, but he didn't resist. He enjoyed it actually, with his eyes all dreamy when she pulled away.
.
.
The Great Hall was noisy as always. As soon as she entered it, she looked for Draco. She would have to tell him as soon as possible. The sooner she got it over with, the better it would be, for both of them.
.
.
He was seated between Pansy and Blaise. That was good because if he didn't like her answer, he could choose between those two. A sex god with a mad cow or a branch, but then again, everyone would be happy.
.
.
But then who would she go with? She couldn't go stag. She wanted to enjoy February the fourteenth with someone special. She wanted to exchange Valentines cards that said something like 'I've got my eyes on you, valentines' to someone special, not just a friend who might mistaken the card to think that she really meant it.
.
.
One glance at Seamus changed her mind about the cards. Last year when she had give him a card with something like 'Let's be valentines' he went all weird and wouldn't speak to her.
.
.
When she finally asked him what was wrong, he went all stiff and explained that he was taken and she deserved someone way better.
.
.
Honestly, talk about mistakes.
.
.
Ginny shook her head and went over to the Slytherin table. She tapped him on the shoulder and indicated the door. He stood up and follow silently, but he wasn't the only one who followed her. Every eye in the Great Hall followed her as well. Really, it was getting creepy.
.
.
They were outside of the Great Hall and Ginny turned to face Draco. He looked almost smug, but it could have been her imagination. "I can't," she said.
.
.
"What?" he asked, shocked. Had he really been expecting a yes?
.
.
"You heard me," she answered. "I said I can't. We're just not meant to go to this thing together."
.
.
"Then who ARE we meant to go to it with?" he asked. "Ginny, I asked you because I wanted you to go. Don't tell me you're going to turn your back on me now. I mean, all the girls I want to ask to it has already gotten their dates chosen already."
.
.
"So I was just the last option standing?" she asked, a bit hurt.
.
.
Draco's face softened and he turned away. "No, of course not," he said. "You were the first option lying on top of ME. Why won't you consider going to this thing with me?"
.
.
Ginny ran a hand through her hair and looked away momentarily. "Because- well, I don't know. Gosh, I'm not even sure about anything anymore."
.
.
She really was confused. How could Draco Malfoy actually hurt her this bad? Make her want him this bad?
.
.
"You just can't make up your mind about me," he concluded. "You know you want to say yes, but you're thinking about what your brother and Potter and everyone else would think of you. This is despicable, Ginny."
.
.
She was taken aback by his words. Was it really true? Could it be that she cared so much about what they thought of her that she wouldn't say yes to Draco?
.
.
"That's not true!" she protested.
.
.
"Then prove it, Ginny," he challenged her. "Prove that you don't care what they think about you by going to the Valentines Dance with me."
.
.
"I don't know," she admitted. "Something doesn't feel right."
.
.
"See, because you care what they think," he said. "Fine, I dare you to go to it with me."
.
.
She looked at him and the mischievous smirk on his face took her breath away. "You dare me huh?" she asked. "Well, I don't turn down dares."
.
.
He gave a smirky grin and turned to walk away, but he turned back to look at her. "You're brave, Weasley," he said.
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.
Then he walked away and Ginny shook her head. He was a cunning little sexy prat.