Chapter 11 – The wrong kind of right

A/N: Because a certain someone bugged me to death to update VS, I wrote it while I'm on my holiday. Ok, this is the most depressing thing I've wrote … although it isn't depressing at all. Forgive me, I was listening to My Happy Ending – Avril Lavigne. Hehe, I advice you to download the song and listen to it while reading, it actually fits.

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Ginny Weasley was sitting at a deserted library. Even Madam Pince was gone for a while. Not that Ginny didn't mind, she needed some quiet time for herself. She swung her legs under the table, not caring she was acting like a child. Her thoughts were disturbed when another chair was being pulled up. Ginny flinched but relaxed.

"Can I sit here?"

"Who am I to stop you," replied Ginny as she saw the chair come closer to the table again.

Ginny opened her mouth to say something, but no words were forming. Her brow furled as she gaped like a fish. Malfoy on the other hand found this very amusing.

"You know Weasley, if you look like that any longer, your face will get stuck that way," he sniggered. Typical, dry, Malfoy humor.

Ginny sighed and looked at the table with tired eyes. "Malfoy, after you're visible. Will you be the same again and get back to taunting me?"

Silence.

She sighed again and closed her eyes. After this ordeal was all over, it was going to be forgotten. Like it never happened. Malfoy is going back to taunting her and her brothers. And all she had was a memory that will soon be forgotten too. And the worst thing of it all was that she cared. She slumped down further in the chair, silence all around her.

"No," was his short, but meaningful respond.

Ginny's eyes flicked with hope for a second, but faded away as soon as he started speaking again. "I won't be the same again," he sighed with annoyance.

"Explain," Ginny gulped, not expecting that answer.

"Well, it's not like I get turned invisible every day," he said confused. Ginny growled at the back of her throat. "That's not what I meant," she stated, pointing a finger at him. "And you know it."

"Then, by all means, what did you mean?" he questioned sarcastic.

"I meant about me. I'm having no effect on you? Does it not affect you that we're having a decent conversation?" she could not help herself as her voice rose higher and higher.

"Actually it does," Ginny's temper stopped rising, "I'm having a decent conversation with a Weasley, which is absurd," he finished. Ginny shook her head.

"Thanks for acting like you care."

Her chair made a screeching voice as she stood up from the table. Her necklace glowing brighter than ever. After a lifetime, she had done something gracefully; she gracefully strode away from the library, leaving an invisible Malfoy behind.

The doors flew open and she stormed out, running away. She turned down a hallway, going down a staircase. How could she have let him get on her nerves? She turned left, going through a secret passage. How could she have let him gotten the best of her? She slowed down a little bit, turning in on another corridor. Her heart thudding in her chest from all the running she did. How could she have let him make her upset?

She stopped in a corridor, leaning against the stone cold wall. Her heart pumping a little slower. She closed her eyes and listened to herself breathing. How could she have let herself to think that he cared? She swallowed and tried to push the ache in her heart away.

How could she have let him in her heart?

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Ginny did not show up at dinner that night, nor did she reach the Room of Requirement. No one had figured it out that she was up in her dorm, pretending to be asleep. She watched with sad eyes as one by one the little hearts on her disappeared. Great, everyone is abandoning me.

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. Her tiny fingers making her way around the pedal of her necklace. It was a mystery to other persons why she was behaving like this. It was even a mystery for herself.

"Ginny, Dumbledore requested your presence at his office," Hermione's bossy voice spoke. Ginny sighed and buried her face in her pillow, mumbling something.

"Ginny, come on now. I don't know what has gotten in to you, but I know it has something to do with why Dumbledore requested you," she nagged, shaking Ginny so she would get her lazy arse out of the bed.

"Dun' wanna goooo," Ginny hissed between the shaking. Hermione shook her so violently that Ginny fell with a strangled yelp on the floor. Ginny looked up at Hermione's face that was hovering above hers.

"Female git," she cursed at her. "Well come on, you're fully clothed so you can get straight to Dumbledore," Hermione smiled.

Ginny just cursed under her breath and slowly got back on her feet. Hermione just smiled at her. "Having a good day?" she asked with sarcasm. Hermione's smile fell.

Rolling her eyes, she slipped past her and walked down towards the office of Dumbledore. It was around 8 she guessed, and Malfoy must have said to Dumbledore that she wasn't coming. Once there, Ginny stood at the gargoyle, reality hitting her that she didn't had the password. All this worrying made her not able to see the robes that were hovering next to her.

"Don't panic Weasley. Lemon sweets," came the voice of Malfoy right next to her. Ginny flinched, the second time that day, and returned to her normal state; panicking.

She did not want to see Malfoy right now. No not at all. The gargoyle jumped from his place and a secret passage appeared. Ginny stepped on the twirl of stairs as it started to go upwards. She nervously shifted from weight on her feet, Malfoy was standing next to her, and it was making her uncomfortable.

He decided to break the silence. "I'm just as surprised are you are Weasley. I had no intentions to go to Dumbledore,"

After a few minutes they arrived at Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was feeding Fawkes, the Phoenix, he smiled warmly at the two as they entered the room.

"Ah, you're asking yourself why you are here," he spoke calmly and walked over to his desk.

"Mr. Malfoy, Madam Pomfrey is finally ready with your antidote," he said amused, while looking strictly at Malfoy.

Ginny's eyes widened at this. They had an antidote? For Malfoy? "Then why the heck was I forced to make an antidote myself?" Ginny blurted out.

"Well Miss Weasley, we couldn't let you free to go. We just let you make another antidote, which is only a potion to speed up the progress to make Mr. Malfoy visible again."

Malfoy snorted and crossed his arms. "So, you lot all let me and that ruddy girl believe that she had to make the antidote? Bother," he commented dryly.

"Yes, you are free from your detention Miss Weasley. And Mr. Malfoy, you're free from the state in which you are now," Dumbledore said and sat behind his desk.

"I can go now?" Ginny asked impatiently, she wanted to get out of there and scream at the top of her lungs. She was free from Malfoy, at last.

"Yes Miss Weasley, you can go now. Mr. Malfoy, stay with me please," Dumbledore replied and Ginny smiled warmly. She glanced at Malfoy and was suddenly feeling very sad again.

He is just going back to taunting her again. She let down her eyes and left Dumbledore's office, running down the stairs. Actually, she should be relieved that her detention was over with the git. She kept convincing herself of that, her mind just didn't buy it. A sigh escaped her pin lips as she reached Gryffindor Tower.

"I'm just losing my mind," she said tired, and added with an afterthought "again."

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Short chapter I know, but ::glares at MB:: a certain person wanted me to finish this. It's almost the end, it's so sad.