A\N: Lol. I'm so sorry, that was my entire fault. The story was meant to be
written like that, don't worry, it wasn't because I forgot stuff. It's just
that well, the thing that Ginny's holding was only once mentioned in the
first chapter and I think everyone forgot. I'm sorry because I really
thought you guys would remember, but just because I did doesn't mean that
you will. Anyway, that THING will be revealed in this chapter and you don't
have to beat yourself up for not knowing. I'm sorry you all didn't
understand it and that it was confusing. But read this and enjoy.
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Chapter Eleven
How to Hide the Pain-Ginny Weasley
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What had she done wrong? Had she touched the wrong places? Had she done the wrong things?
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Ginny didn't understand why Draco would leave her so suddenly. She had given up something she had wanted for so long earlier just because of him.
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~Earlier~
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Ginny stared past a spot right above Harry's shoulder. She couldn't make eye contact with him because she didn't want to hear what he would have to say to her about the C.L.S.P.
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Lucky for her, Ron went out before he could see anything, really, but Harry could still tell him and he could still give her a lecture about talking to a Malfoy. The last thing she needed was a lecture from The-Boy-Who-Lived.
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"Ginny," he said.
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She winced and looked into his emerald eyes, afraid of what she'll read in them. She's loved him forever, but she didn't love him now. Not anymore.
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"I have to talk to you," he continued when she didn't say anything. "Can we go outside?"
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The first thing that came into her mind was: why would he want to take her outside to lecture her about the C.L.S.P? But then again, wouldn't that be good? At least no one would hear.
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Then the second thing that ran through her mind was: But what about the C.L.S.P? She couldn't just leave him sitting over there.
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Ginny glanced over in the C.L.S.P's direction and her heart sank. Blaise Zabini was sitting with him, a little too close if you wanted to know. Something surged through Ginny, like hatred towards Blaise, but she turned towards Harry again and nodded.
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The third thing then was: the C.L.S.P could take care of himself.
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She let Harry lead her out of the Great Hall and into the dark corridors. He continued to walk until they were outside in the cold, but he didn't stop. It was obvious he was headed for the lake, but Ginny dug her heels into the ground and made him stop.
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"I think this is far enough," she said. "Don't worry, they won't hear from here."
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Harry frowned, but he shrugged. "I guess you're right," he said. "Look, Ginny, I know you love Draco, but-"
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"-But he's a Malfoy and Malfoys and Weasleys shouldn't be together, blah- blah-blah, I know, Harry," she said. "I know this whole speech that you and Ron both have. I know you just want to protect me from getting hurt, but I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself."
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There was uncomfortable silence for a long time and Harry seemed uncomfortable. Had she hit a soft spot or something? The dark-haired boy rubbed his head absent-mindedly and nodded slowly.
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"Yeah, that," he said even slower. "But onwards. Ginny, I don't think Malfoy is the one for you. I think you deserve someone so much better."
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Ginny stared at Harry and nodded, but her mind was on something else. Harry knew that she loved Draco? Since when did he know that she loved Draco? How did he even know that she loved Draco when she didn't even—know?
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"And who do you think is better than Draco?" she asked quietly.
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"Weren't you listening to what I was saying?" he asked.
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"Just answer the damn question," she said.
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Harry seemed taken aback by what she said, but answered anyway. "Well, as I was saying before, there is someone for you way better than that Malfoy. I mean, look at all the bachelors as Hogwarts, not to mention the bachelors who are right in your face."
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Did she love Draco?
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"I'm not telling you to get with anyone in particular, but just look at your choices--" Harry dragged on.
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Why would Harry say that she loved Draco-
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"Though I do know someone who's completely in love with you--"
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When she didn't think she was-
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"-Ever since the year has begun. He's never noticed it before, but he does like you--"
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-In love-
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"-A lot more than he's actually admitted to himself--"
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-With Draco-
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"I think I'm in love with you, Ginny." Harry finished.
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"And I think I'm in love with Draco," she said quietly, finally realizing what was true. "I'm in love with Draco Malfoy."
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Harry blinked at her a few times. "What?" he asked.
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"You heard me," she said to him, looking him square in the eyes now. "I should have realized it underneath the table. I had wanted him to kiss me, but I wouldn't let him because I wouldn't let myself believe that I could actually love a Malfoy. I lost the bet."
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Harry seemed more confused than ever. "What are you talking about?"
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"I should have realized it," she continued as if Harry hadn't said anything. "I should have realized that I do care what people think about me, but I won't anymore," she concluded. "I want to be with Draco and that's final."
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Ginny refocused on Harry and blinked as if coming out of a trance. "Sorry, Harry, but you're too late."
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Then she walked to the stone steps of Hogwarts and the double doors opened to reveal none other than Draco Malfoy.
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~Present~
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She did care about what people thought about her and to make up for that sin, she let Draco take her. Why not? She wanted to be with him and she didn't even know it until Harry said so. She loved Draco.
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Ginny glanced at the door into the lavatory and sighed. How does she always get herself into situations like this?
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She shifted on the bed and stuck her hands underneath the pillow. What would she tell Draco though? Would he be afraid if she admitted that she loved him?
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What was that? Underneath the pillow was a small book made out of fine leather. She pulled it out and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.
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Blaise Zabini-one night
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Pansy Parkinson-One hour
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What was all this? She continued to flip through the pages until she reached the last page with writing on it.
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Pravarti Patil-one week
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Ginny Weasley-
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Beside her name, there was no time or whatever. What was going on?
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The bathroom door opened and the C.L.S.P was in the doorway. Seeing him made her realize something for the first time since she's been with him and tears filled her eyes. How could he be so cruel?
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"Is this all a game?" she asked him through tears.
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The C.L.S.P seemed shocked, but he was always a good pretender. He was only feigning shock so she wouldn't realize what was really going on. But she knew what was going on. She should have known all along.
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"You don't understand." The C.L.S.P tried to say.
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"Oh, but she does," a voice said from the doorway. "She understands completely except for one more thing."
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Blaise Zabini was standing there, leaning against the doorway as if she owned it. Her body was arched very seductively and she smiled lazily.
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"Shut up, Blaise," the C.L.S.P said threateningly, his voice filled with ice. "I told you to shut it."
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"I said I would after that day if you would just--" she let the rest travel, letting Ginny imagine what else happened.
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"When was this?" Ginny demanded, standing up with the satin sheets wrapped around her thin body. "What is this?" she asked, holding up the leather- bound booklet.
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Blaise laughed silkily and walked towards her. She sneered and ran a hand gently down Ginny's face. "His little—silver book, you can say."
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"Silver book?" Ginny asked. She turned to Draco and glared at him. "One hour? One night? What is all this? A date on who you slept with? Whose pants you got into?"
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When the C.L.S.P didn't say anything, Ginny laughed and looked back at Blaise. It didn't seem like she would be getting any answers from Draco. "He slept with you not too long ago, huh? To keep your mouth shut about all of this."
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"Just two days ago, I would say," Blaise said. "If I had my own little Silver Book, I'd put: Draco Malfoy-less then one second."
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Ginny looked at Draco to see if he would argue against it, but he stood against the doorway, unable to look her in the eye. That was all she needed. Ginny grabbed her things and ran out without dressing.
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She fell hard for him and expected him to catch her, but he let her fall until she hit rock bottom. Ouch.
A\N: Wow...so sorry about this chapter. I don't think it came out as good as I thought it was supposed to. I was so tired, I wrote this late into the night. If you think I should redo this chapter, leave it in your review and I'll redo it. Thanks for reading.
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Chapter Eleven
How to Hide the Pain-Ginny Weasley
.
.
What had she done wrong? Had she touched the wrong places? Had she done the wrong things?
.
.
Ginny didn't understand why Draco would leave her so suddenly. She had given up something she had wanted for so long earlier just because of him.
.
.
~Earlier~
.
.
Ginny stared past a spot right above Harry's shoulder. She couldn't make eye contact with him because she didn't want to hear what he would have to say to her about the C.L.S.P.
.
.
Lucky for her, Ron went out before he could see anything, really, but Harry could still tell him and he could still give her a lecture about talking to a Malfoy. The last thing she needed was a lecture from The-Boy-Who-Lived.
.
.
"Ginny," he said.
.
.
She winced and looked into his emerald eyes, afraid of what she'll read in them. She's loved him forever, but she didn't love him now. Not anymore.
.
.
"I have to talk to you," he continued when she didn't say anything. "Can we go outside?"
.
.
The first thing that came into her mind was: why would he want to take her outside to lecture her about the C.L.S.P? But then again, wouldn't that be good? At least no one would hear.
.
.
Then the second thing that ran through her mind was: But what about the C.L.S.P? She couldn't just leave him sitting over there.
.
.
Ginny glanced over in the C.L.S.P's direction and her heart sank. Blaise Zabini was sitting with him, a little too close if you wanted to know. Something surged through Ginny, like hatred towards Blaise, but she turned towards Harry again and nodded.
.
.
The third thing then was: the C.L.S.P could take care of himself.
.
.
She let Harry lead her out of the Great Hall and into the dark corridors. He continued to walk until they were outside in the cold, but he didn't stop. It was obvious he was headed for the lake, but Ginny dug her heels into the ground and made him stop.
.
.
"I think this is far enough," she said. "Don't worry, they won't hear from here."
.
.
Harry frowned, but he shrugged. "I guess you're right," he said. "Look, Ginny, I know you love Draco, but-"
.
.
"-But he's a Malfoy and Malfoys and Weasleys shouldn't be together, blah- blah-blah, I know, Harry," she said. "I know this whole speech that you and Ron both have. I know you just want to protect me from getting hurt, but I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself."
.
.
There was uncomfortable silence for a long time and Harry seemed uncomfortable. Had she hit a soft spot or something? The dark-haired boy rubbed his head absent-mindedly and nodded slowly.
.
.
"Yeah, that," he said even slower. "But onwards. Ginny, I don't think Malfoy is the one for you. I think you deserve someone so much better."
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.
Ginny stared at Harry and nodded, but her mind was on something else. Harry knew that she loved Draco? Since when did he know that she loved Draco? How did he even know that she loved Draco when she didn't even—know?
.
.
"And who do you think is better than Draco?" she asked quietly.
.
.
"Weren't you listening to what I was saying?" he asked.
.
.
"Just answer the damn question," she said.
.
.
Harry seemed taken aback by what she said, but answered anyway. "Well, as I was saying before, there is someone for you way better than that Malfoy. I mean, look at all the bachelors as Hogwarts, not to mention the bachelors who are right in your face."
.
.
Did she love Draco?
.
.
"I'm not telling you to get with anyone in particular, but just look at your choices--" Harry dragged on.
.
.
Why would Harry say that she loved Draco-
.
.
"Though I do know someone who's completely in love with you--"
.
.
When she didn't think she was-
.
.
"-Ever since the year has begun. He's never noticed it before, but he does like you--"
.
.
-In love-
.
.
"-A lot more than he's actually admitted to himself--"
.
.
-With Draco-
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"I think I'm in love with you, Ginny." Harry finished.
.
.
"And I think I'm in love with Draco," she said quietly, finally realizing what was true. "I'm in love with Draco Malfoy."
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Harry blinked at her a few times. "What?" he asked.
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.
"You heard me," she said to him, looking him square in the eyes now. "I should have realized it underneath the table. I had wanted him to kiss me, but I wouldn't let him because I wouldn't let myself believe that I could actually love a Malfoy. I lost the bet."
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.
Harry seemed more confused than ever. "What are you talking about?"
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.
"I should have realized it," she continued as if Harry hadn't said anything. "I should have realized that I do care what people think about me, but I won't anymore," she concluded. "I want to be with Draco and that's final."
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.
Ginny refocused on Harry and blinked as if coming out of a trance. "Sorry, Harry, but you're too late."
.
.
Then she walked to the stone steps of Hogwarts and the double doors opened to reveal none other than Draco Malfoy.
.
.
~Present~
.
.
She did care about what people thought about her and to make up for that sin, she let Draco take her. Why not? She wanted to be with him and she didn't even know it until Harry said so. She loved Draco.
.
.
Ginny glanced at the door into the lavatory and sighed. How does she always get herself into situations like this?
.
.
She shifted on the bed and stuck her hands underneath the pillow. What would she tell Draco though? Would he be afraid if she admitted that she loved him?
.
.
What was that? Underneath the pillow was a small book made out of fine leather. She pulled it out and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.
.
.
Blaise Zabini-one night
.
.
Pansy Parkinson-One hour
.
.
What was all this? She continued to flip through the pages until she reached the last page with writing on it.
.
.
Pravarti Patil-one week
.
.
Ginny Weasley-
.
.
Beside her name, there was no time or whatever. What was going on?
.
.
The bathroom door opened and the C.L.S.P was in the doorway. Seeing him made her realize something for the first time since she's been with him and tears filled her eyes. How could he be so cruel?
.
.
"Is this all a game?" she asked him through tears.
.
.
The C.L.S.P seemed shocked, but he was always a good pretender. He was only feigning shock so she wouldn't realize what was really going on. But she knew what was going on. She should have known all along.
.
.
"You don't understand." The C.L.S.P tried to say.
.
.
"Oh, but she does," a voice said from the doorway. "She understands completely except for one more thing."
.
.
Blaise Zabini was standing there, leaning against the doorway as if she owned it. Her body was arched very seductively and she smiled lazily.
.
.
"Shut up, Blaise," the C.L.S.P said threateningly, his voice filled with ice. "I told you to shut it."
.
.
"I said I would after that day if you would just--" she let the rest travel, letting Ginny imagine what else happened.
.
.
"When was this?" Ginny demanded, standing up with the satin sheets wrapped around her thin body. "What is this?" she asked, holding up the leather- bound booklet.
.
.
Blaise laughed silkily and walked towards her. She sneered and ran a hand gently down Ginny's face. "His little—silver book, you can say."
.
.
"Silver book?" Ginny asked. She turned to Draco and glared at him. "One hour? One night? What is all this? A date on who you slept with? Whose pants you got into?"
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.
When the C.L.S.P didn't say anything, Ginny laughed and looked back at Blaise. It didn't seem like she would be getting any answers from Draco. "He slept with you not too long ago, huh? To keep your mouth shut about all of this."
.
.
"Just two days ago, I would say," Blaise said. "If I had my own little Silver Book, I'd put: Draco Malfoy-less then one second."
.
.
Ginny looked at Draco to see if he would argue against it, but he stood against the doorway, unable to look her in the eye. That was all she needed. Ginny grabbed her things and ran out without dressing.
.
.
She fell hard for him and expected him to catch her, but he let her fall until she hit rock bottom. Ouch.
A\N: Wow...so sorry about this chapter. I don't think it came out as good as I thought it was supposed to. I was so tired, I wrote this late into the night. If you think I should redo this chapter, leave it in your review and I'll redo it. Thanks for reading.