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Chapter 4
That night, Ginny couldn't sleep. It was just about impossible. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see was Draco's smug, smirking face. She wondered what he was doing right now, whether he'd told anyone they'd kissed, or if he had kept it to himself. She knew by the way he looked at her, he really did like her, maybe even loved her, but she didn't know if he respected her or not. It was hard to tell, not having really talked to the fellow.
His eyes were just too beautiful to forget, they were as amicable as they'd ever been, and he really seemed to care. Thinking about all this made Ginny shudder slightly; she knew she cared about him, too, and this couldn't be good. She had Harry, a sweet boy, a shy, but still sweet, boy. She had liked him since the first time she'd seen him, but they'd been together for a while now, and he'd never sent chills down her back the way that Draco had in less than a day.
Ginny sat up on her four-poster and looked around. Amanda and Brittany were both sleeping soundly in there beds, safe and dreaming. Seeing that none of the other girls were awake either, Ginny rose from her bed and headed downstairs and up to the boys dorm. She looked to where Harry's bed was and sat on the edge of it. She looked down at the sleeping young man, the hero of all the Hogwarts stories for the last 7 years. Sighing, Ginny poked him in his side. Since Harry didn't wake up, she poked him a little harder, and a short, congested snort came forth from Harry. Ginny giggled slightly, and Harry smiled and sat up, "Hey, you. What brings you here at…" He checked his watch and looked back at her, "…three in the morning, honey?"
Ginny gave him a shy half smile and whispered, "We need to talk."
Harry's eyes made the expression that all boys get when they here this statement; it was the one that said, Oh no…not the 'we need to talk' speech, "Oh, ok then." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and held Ginny's hand softly, then stood and led her into the common room. They sat side-by-side on a comfy couch by the fire, and Ginny held back tears that were aching to be shed. Her throat felt sore, and she knew it was because she was trying to be brave and not cry. She coughed as an attempt to make this feeling go away, but it didn't work like she'd planned. So, she began with an aching throat, and an aching heart, "Listen, Harry," Her voice cracked slightly, and she couldn't take it; a tear fell from her lovely brown eye, then she continued, "I can't lie to you." She waited to see what he'd say, but all he did was nod. "I can't keep this up anymore, it's just not working. It's not you, it's me." She smirked inside, it really wasn't either of them, the way she saw things, it was all Draco's fault, but she wasn't quite ready to tell Harry that. "I'm really, really sorry."
Harry sighed and looked down, "The truth is Ginny," he smiled slightly and looked up, "you're a whole lot braver than I am." He hugged her and explained, seeing the confused expression on Ginny's face, "See, I like this other girl, but I didn't know what to say to you. I'm really sorry, too, Gin. I still love you, it's just like a sister, rather than a girlfriend, ya know?"
Ginny's jaw dropped slightly, but she was smiling. Sarcastically, she gasped, "And who's the girl, huh? Who could possibly be better than me?"
"Erm…" Harry's face turned beat red and he didn't look like he had planned on actually telling her who the girl was, "Well, um…you know that blonde girl that…she's in our potions class…kind of tall…her name's Ally—"
"Ally Beckman!" Ginny laughed when she said it, "Ally Beckman? You like that new Slytherin girl? Harry…" Harry's face turned an even more brilliant red and Ginny shook her head, "We're more alike than you think, dear brother of mine." She smirked, "I like someone else myself."
"Who?" Harry grinned, and Ginny figured he already knew, but he asked just to go along with the conversation, she was sure.
"You better not tell Ron, Harry James Potter, or I'll tell everyone who will listen to me who you like."
Harry nodded in agreement, "Sounds like a deal." He narrowed his eyes in a good way, and grinned evilly, "So, out with it, just say his name for Merlin's sake."
Ginny smirked and narrowed her eyes as well, "Hmm.." She gave a false yawn, "You know, I'm really tired, I think I'm going to go to bed—ha" Then she stood up to leave, when Harry yanked her arm.
"No fair, I said who I like!"
"Oh, fine…I like…I…oh, this is harder than I thought it'd be. I…I like Draco." She said it in a faint whisper, cleared her throat and said it again, "I like Draco!" She said it a little louder than she should have, and covered her mouth and blushed. "Erm…yeah, truth and dare is the worst game…don't ever dare me to do that again, Potter…" She sighed and she really thought she heard someone sigh with relief, and some curious feet moving their way back up the stairs to their dorms, "Phew. What time is it, Harry?"
"Four-thirty two."
Ginny nodded, "I really better go, then. 'Night. Sleep sweet." She hugged him before heading back up to her dorm to try sleeping once again, this time being successful.
In the Slytherin common room, Draco was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, trying to think of something to do about his little infatuation with the Weasley girl. He knew it was more than that, but what if someone saw him? Wouldn't that be something? Would he really care? Of course he would! It'd ruin him! It'd ruin her and her chances with Potter…oh, how he hated Potter right now, more than he ever had, more than he ever would, most likely. Ok, that's not true, he'd hate him more over something else sooner or later. But, why did that kid always get everything Draco wanted; the fame, the perfect friends, the attention of everyone, and now, he had the girl. It was all too frustrating.
He wasn't the only one in the common room that night, however, there was a girl around the age of fifteen in there as well, sitting on a couch, though Draco couldn't think of her name at the moment. He sat next to her and glared at her, making the girl think she'd done something horribly wrong to him. She blinked and stuttered, "H-hi. C-can I-I-I he-help y-you?"
Draco nodded, "Yeah. Why are girls so strange? One minute they hate you, the next minute their knees are sinking under you, then they're crying. What's with you all?"
The girl let out a sigh of relief, then pondered over what he said for a moment, "Well, depends on what kind of girl it is, and what time of the month it is." She smirked at the disgusted look on Draco's face then continued, "I know that I'm not like that, at least I hope not, and most of my friends aren't either, but ya know, some girls have more hormones and all then—stop looking at me like that, it's true!" She laughed while saying that last part, seeing as Draco had remorse over asking her this question.
"Never mind, thanks for the help." He gave off a fake smirk and began to stand up and go to his dorm, when he turned and asked, "How old are you?"
"Fifteen, I'll be sixteen in a couple of months though." She nodded.
"Oh, alright." His curiosity got the best of him and he asked her another personal question, "Have you ever liked someone you can't, and know you can't, have?"
The girl blushed hard and simply nodded.
Draco grinned, "Happening right now, huh? Yeah, me too."
She laughed, "I bet it's not like my situation."
He shrugged, "I don't know about that." He yawned, "I'm gonna go to bed." Then, he tilted his head, "What's your name?"
"Ally Beckman…nice to meet you."
After a horrible nights sleep, full of unwanted dreams and snores coming from every direction, Draco awoke to find the sun in his eyes, and a note on his forehead:
Draco,
Meet me at the lake around one. We have got to talk. I mean it, Malfoy, and no funny business.
Sincerely,
Ginny
This note stunned Draco. He laughed at the last sentence, then stood and searched for a watch; it was almost noon. He looked for something to wear, only to find a black sweater and a pair of jeans, since it was Sunday, he figured it'd be ok; this was yesterday, but today, it didn't seem ok. This sweater took away from the color of his eyes, and made him look even paler than before. But, it was either this, or the ugly yellow tee shirt hanging in his closet with the vomit stain on the front from drinking 10 too many butterbeers one night.
After doing his hair and all that other good stuff, he saw that it was almost one and ran out of the door and out of the castle. He squinted toward the lake and saw someone there, but it most certainly wasn't Ginny. In fact, it wasn't even a girl; it was Potter, of all people. He walked slowly to the lake, waiting to see if Ginny was going to show up, but she never did, and it was 1:15 now. He got to the lake, and Harry smirked, "Malfoy…"
Draco never blinked while Harry and him spoke, both by habit, and in knowing Potter would hit him any chance he would get, "What?"
"I sent that note, just so you know."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Potter…I don't know what you know or what you have heard, rather, but Ginny has been going around telling people lies about—she told you didn't she? She broke up with you, along with that?" Draco sighed both with happiness, and with anger. It was one of the strangest sighs in the world.
"Look, Malfoy, I'm ok with her liking you." He snickered, "I'd even be ok if you liked her back." Then his face turned serious, "But, she is like a sister to me, you know, so if you hurt her, I'd be one of the first to hurt you. But, Ron is really her sister, and he'd have to know you both like each other first. When I say first, I don't mean before me, before your parents, before whoever, even before Ginny. I say this because it will show you have respect for him, and respect for his sister, and that's a good thing."
"What if I don't have respect for him and I don't want him to know Potter? Did you ever think of that?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "I never said you really had to have respect for him, just make it look like you do, and he'll find out sooner or later, if he doesn't already know now, that you like her."
Draco shook his head, "Why aren't you at all upset about this?"
Harry shrugged, "Just make sure you do like I said, and if he wants to punch you, let him." Harry grinned, "It'll be from both of us." And with that, he walked away, toward the castle, and toward a girl. She was a blonde girl, kind of tall, a Slytherin. Draco recognized her, a girl he'd met last night, and he smirked as the two kissed shortly, then Draco, too, walked away to go kiss the girl of his dreams.
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