AN: you know how people have day dreams. Well I just had my first day terror. Not a pretty sight for me. I freaked myself out so much I can't go to sleep. So I find myself writing this. Well I should tell you this may be the last chapter for a couple of weeks. This fall I'll be moving into my new place and starting my 2nd year of University. So I'm warning you now that I will be extremely busy after this chap. If I post before October consider yourselves lucky 'cause I have a feeling my updates will become rare. Though I promise you I will finish the fic.... eventually. I even have the last chap done. No I'm not going to tell you how it ends and no I don't have every chap written. Well I guess I've yapped enough. Here's the next chapie. Enjoy!
Draco and I spent the next month and a half together. Not as a couple, but as friends. We hung out together in the library and I sometimes sat with him at the Slytherin table. Though Draco never kissed me again, or held my hand or anything. I soon came to think that him kissing my cheek had been nothing but him getting caught up in the moment, if you can call it that. But it was nice to be around him. He was easy to talk to. On Wednesday night we would climb up on the castle's roof and just talk. I didn't usually say much. Who knew Draco Malfoy was such a jabber box.
Anyways, a couple of days ago students left for home for Christmas, Draco being one of them. He said he had thing to think about. I hope I didn't do anything wrong. I thought Draco as a friend and I don't want him upset with me. I guess I'll have to wait two weeks to find out.
I had thought about going home myself, but decided against it. I didn't know if Ron went home. I haven't seen much of anyone lately. I've sort of locked myself into my room. All the girls in my dorm have left and things couldn't be better in that department. But on the other hand I was lonely as hell. I grew up in a large family. I was used to being around lots of people. Though I knew I wasn't ready to go home just yet. I don't know why. It's just that something is not sitting right in my stomach.
I turned away from the window I was staring out of and made my move towards the door and went down to the common room. There wasn't anyone in the room when I got there but just as I was about to sit on the couch I heard a familiar voice say my name "Ginny". It took me a while to realize the voice wasn't talking to me but another voice and they were getting closer. I got up and hid behind some curtains and peeked out from behind them. I saw Ron and Harry come down from the boys dormitory and into the common room.
"What about Ginny, Ron?" Harry asked.
"Ginny used to go home for Christmas holidays. She told me it was because of the people. She didn't like hanging around here during the holidays because it was too quiet." Ron said. Both were standing in the middle of the common room now. I was amazed that Ron remembered that. I had told him that in my second year. I smiled to myself and thought how Ron knew me like the back of his hand.
Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "It'll be alright, mate. I'm sure she's celebrating where ever she is." He told his best friend.
"I know. It's just that I know that Black had something to do with all this." I shook my head. Ron is so thick. I thought that by now he would have pieced together who I was by now. Those letters I sent were deliberate hints. I wanted to be discovered, but I didn't want to reveal myself so boldly. I wonder now if he'll ever know.
"Ron, all the death eaters are in Azcaban. She's not part of Voldemort's group." Harry informed him, now removing his hand from Ron's shoulder.
"Then why the bloody hell is Snape still here, and Malfoy. They're death eaters and so is that bit...."
"Ron! For the last time. Snape was a spy for the order and the Malfoy's were neutral. They didn't choose either side. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"You're starting to sound like Hermione. I'm not daft, Harry." Ron shouted. No he's not daft just incredibly thick.
"Don't talk about Hermione like that!!!!" Harry shouted back. Ron looked sorry and suddenly became interested in his shoes, cursing himself for what he had said. "Ron, you have got to stop this." Harry told him.
"No! Aria Black has something to do with all this. For Ginny and Hermione's sake Aria Black will pay."
"But you read Ginny's letter. She said not to do anything more to her. I still can't believe that you were the one who pushed her. You could have killed her!" Harry said.
"That was the point" Ron said looking boldly at Harry. "I'm just surprised I haven't gotten a howler from Mum yet. With the way you've been acting, I'm surprised you haven't told her yourself." and Ron went through the portrait with Harry chasing after him.
I came out of my hiding spot and sat down on the couch. I knew Ron was the one who had pushed me! The worst thing was is that I'm going to have to watch Ron's every move from now on. I want to avoid another "accident". On top of that I can't believe how thick my brother is. He didn't even believe Harry. Maybe if Hermione was here she could convince him. But Hermione is not here and she's not coming back. Oh but how she must be turning in her grave.
Just then an owl flew through an open window and dropped a letter in my lap and took off the same way it came. I carefully opened the letter and read it.
Dear Ginny,
yes I said Ginny. I figured it out sometime ago that Aria Black was really Ginny Weasley. How? You made a little slip the night we danced on the roof. So now I have made my discovery known.
You may be wondering if I will hold your name to you, tease you, hurt you. Well I won't You are the same person you have been all year and I will continue treating you as I have since September first; with kindness, respect, and as a friend. I never knew you when you went by Ginny and this name change has abled me to see past any prejudices I have over the Weasley name. You are my friend, my best friend, my only friend. I don't care if you're a Weasley or not. It's just a name.
I won't tell anyone who you are if that is what you want me to do. I will continue inviting you to sit with me at Slytherin table, joining you on Wednesday night on the roof, and in the library where I give you pointers on how to deal with Snape. And no one in the whole school will know that you are Ginny Weasley, if that is your wish.
Just one question though. Why the new identity?
Love Draco Malfoy.
PS try not to be shocked by my first actions when I see you next. Try to respond kindly.
AN: ok since I won't be updating for a long time I will give you a little hint on what a future chapter will be about. Concentrate your effort on Draco's PS. It will be the highlight of the chapie. Though a warning. It won't be the next chapter, just a chapter that will be written after the next one. Oh I'm evil. Review, Flame, or do nothing at all. It's all good.
Draco and I spent the next month and a half together. Not as a couple, but as friends. We hung out together in the library and I sometimes sat with him at the Slytherin table. Though Draco never kissed me again, or held my hand or anything. I soon came to think that him kissing my cheek had been nothing but him getting caught up in the moment, if you can call it that. But it was nice to be around him. He was easy to talk to. On Wednesday night we would climb up on the castle's roof and just talk. I didn't usually say much. Who knew Draco Malfoy was such a jabber box.
Anyways, a couple of days ago students left for home for Christmas, Draco being one of them. He said he had thing to think about. I hope I didn't do anything wrong. I thought Draco as a friend and I don't want him upset with me. I guess I'll have to wait two weeks to find out.
I had thought about going home myself, but decided against it. I didn't know if Ron went home. I haven't seen much of anyone lately. I've sort of locked myself into my room. All the girls in my dorm have left and things couldn't be better in that department. But on the other hand I was lonely as hell. I grew up in a large family. I was used to being around lots of people. Though I knew I wasn't ready to go home just yet. I don't know why. It's just that something is not sitting right in my stomach.
I turned away from the window I was staring out of and made my move towards the door and went down to the common room. There wasn't anyone in the room when I got there but just as I was about to sit on the couch I heard a familiar voice say my name "Ginny". It took me a while to realize the voice wasn't talking to me but another voice and they were getting closer. I got up and hid behind some curtains and peeked out from behind them. I saw Ron and Harry come down from the boys dormitory and into the common room.
"What about Ginny, Ron?" Harry asked.
"Ginny used to go home for Christmas holidays. She told me it was because of the people. She didn't like hanging around here during the holidays because it was too quiet." Ron said. Both were standing in the middle of the common room now. I was amazed that Ron remembered that. I had told him that in my second year. I smiled to myself and thought how Ron knew me like the back of his hand.
Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "It'll be alright, mate. I'm sure she's celebrating where ever she is." He told his best friend.
"I know. It's just that I know that Black had something to do with all this." I shook my head. Ron is so thick. I thought that by now he would have pieced together who I was by now. Those letters I sent were deliberate hints. I wanted to be discovered, but I didn't want to reveal myself so boldly. I wonder now if he'll ever know.
"Ron, all the death eaters are in Azcaban. She's not part of Voldemort's group." Harry informed him, now removing his hand from Ron's shoulder.
"Then why the bloody hell is Snape still here, and Malfoy. They're death eaters and so is that bit...."
"Ron! For the last time. Snape was a spy for the order and the Malfoy's were neutral. They didn't choose either side. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"You're starting to sound like Hermione. I'm not daft, Harry." Ron shouted. No he's not daft just incredibly thick.
"Don't talk about Hermione like that!!!!" Harry shouted back. Ron looked sorry and suddenly became interested in his shoes, cursing himself for what he had said. "Ron, you have got to stop this." Harry told him.
"No! Aria Black has something to do with all this. For Ginny and Hermione's sake Aria Black will pay."
"But you read Ginny's letter. She said not to do anything more to her. I still can't believe that you were the one who pushed her. You could have killed her!" Harry said.
"That was the point" Ron said looking boldly at Harry. "I'm just surprised I haven't gotten a howler from Mum yet. With the way you've been acting, I'm surprised you haven't told her yourself." and Ron went through the portrait with Harry chasing after him.
I came out of my hiding spot and sat down on the couch. I knew Ron was the one who had pushed me! The worst thing was is that I'm going to have to watch Ron's every move from now on. I want to avoid another "accident". On top of that I can't believe how thick my brother is. He didn't even believe Harry. Maybe if Hermione was here she could convince him. But Hermione is not here and she's not coming back. Oh but how she must be turning in her grave.
Just then an owl flew through an open window and dropped a letter in my lap and took off the same way it came. I carefully opened the letter and read it.
Dear Ginny,
yes I said Ginny. I figured it out sometime ago that Aria Black was really Ginny Weasley. How? You made a little slip the night we danced on the roof. So now I have made my discovery known.
You may be wondering if I will hold your name to you, tease you, hurt you. Well I won't You are the same person you have been all year and I will continue treating you as I have since September first; with kindness, respect, and as a friend. I never knew you when you went by Ginny and this name change has abled me to see past any prejudices I have over the Weasley name. You are my friend, my best friend, my only friend. I don't care if you're a Weasley or not. It's just a name.
I won't tell anyone who you are if that is what you want me to do. I will continue inviting you to sit with me at Slytherin table, joining you on Wednesday night on the roof, and in the library where I give you pointers on how to deal with Snape. And no one in the whole school will know that you are Ginny Weasley, if that is your wish.
Just one question though. Why the new identity?
Love Draco Malfoy.
PS try not to be shocked by my first actions when I see you next. Try to respond kindly.
AN: ok since I won't be updating for a long time I will give you a little hint on what a future chapter will be about. Concentrate your effort on Draco's PS. It will be the highlight of the chapie. Though a warning. It won't be the next chapter, just a chapter that will be written after the next one. Oh I'm evil. Review, Flame, or do nothing at all. It's all good.