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Chapter Two
Disgusted with the idea of sleep, Ginny climbed gingerly out of bed as to not wake the other girls in the dormitory. She hunched down next to her trunk.
"Lumos!" she whispered, and she opened the trunk. After digging through several layers of robes and other possessions, she found what she was seeking. She detached the picture from the bottom with some difficulty. "Nox!" she muttered. She climbed back into bed.
Sitting cross-legged on the bad, Ginny gazed at the photo by moonlight. The tears came back with a vengeance.
*
The next morning at breakfast, Ginny's eyes were red and swollen. Hermione could tell her friend hadn't slept at all. Ginny's eyes darted to Draco's vacant seat at the Slytherin table.
Flashback
Ginny glanced at Draco across the Great Hall. He winked at her. After the obligatory teasing from Harry and Ron, she motioned to Draco and left the Great Hall. He caught up with her outside of the Transfiguration classroom.
Draco cupped Ginny's face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. Force built up behind the kiss until Ginny was pushed into the classroom and against the wall.
The sound of a throat clearing made Ginny freeze.
"Ginny Weasley!" Professor McGonagall hissed.
Ginny wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Sorry, Professor!" She giggled, as Draco nearly fell over from laughter. They exited the room, still laughing, but they distinctly heard McGonagall muttering.
"Weasley and Malfoy! Honestly, there is a point when inter-House relationships have gone too far!"
End Flashback
Ginny giggled out loud at the memory, catching everyone at the table by surprise. Hermione's mouth fell open in shock.
"Ginny?" she asked, "Are you here?"
"Hm?" Ginny blinked and seemed to come back to herself. "Yeah-Yeah. I'm fine."
Hermione smiled sympathetically at Ginny. "Do you want to go check up on Harry and Ron?"
"Okay."
*
In the hospital wing, Harry was still asleep, but Ron was rifling irritable through an old issue of 'Quidditch Today'.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Like I'm reading to get out of here." Ron threw down the magazine. "Madam Pomfrey won't let me go until tonight."
Harry rolled over. "For gods sake, Ron, either shut up or quit complaining."
Hermione squealed and jumped. "Sorry," she said sheepishly in Harry's direction and in response to his puzzled look, "I thought you were asleep."
By now, Ron could see the opportunity to argue and was jumping on it. "But Harry," he whined, "neither of us has been at Quidditch practice for two weeks now."
Ginny stared at the corner of Harry's bed, where she was sitting. She shook her head. "Professor Dumbledore cancelled Quidditch, at least for a while. No one thinks that it's appropriate."
Harry sat up and hugged Ginny tightly. "I'm really sorry." He whispered. When he drew back, he kissed her gently on the forehead.
*
Ginny wasn't listening to Professor Binns' lecture. She was thinking about what Professor Dumbledore had told her the previous day. As she thought about it, though, it ceased making very little sense and began making no sense at all. Fifteen minutes later, she was walking through the door of the Headmaster's office.
She gasped. Lucius Malfoy turned around to face her.
"Hello, Miss Weasley." He said, quietly.
Professor Dumbledore looked at Ginny. Understanding flashed through his sparkling eyes. "I seem to be out of parchment." He said, rifling around on his desk. He walked out of his office, presumably on his way to the library.
Ginny sat down opposite Lucius Malfoy. She could barely look at him. "Why?" She whispered. She dragged her eyes up to meet his. His were confused. Her heart tightened. He had Draco's eyes. Without knowing what she was doing, she leaned in quickly, and kissed him. Gently and fleetingly. He drew back immediately, but his eyes were warm.
When he spoke, his voice was oddly husky. "I am not my son."
TBC
Padfoot-Black2: It will be an actual romance, but the married thing will be dealt with. Thanks a lot!
Chapter Two
Disgusted with the idea of sleep, Ginny climbed gingerly out of bed as to not wake the other girls in the dormitory. She hunched down next to her trunk.
"Lumos!" she whispered, and she opened the trunk. After digging through several layers of robes and other possessions, she found what she was seeking. She detached the picture from the bottom with some difficulty. "Nox!" she muttered. She climbed back into bed.
Sitting cross-legged on the bad, Ginny gazed at the photo by moonlight. The tears came back with a vengeance.
*
The next morning at breakfast, Ginny's eyes were red and swollen. Hermione could tell her friend hadn't slept at all. Ginny's eyes darted to Draco's vacant seat at the Slytherin table.
Flashback
Ginny glanced at Draco across the Great Hall. He winked at her. After the obligatory teasing from Harry and Ron, she motioned to Draco and left the Great Hall. He caught up with her outside of the Transfiguration classroom.
Draco cupped Ginny's face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. Force built up behind the kiss until Ginny was pushed into the classroom and against the wall.
The sound of a throat clearing made Ginny freeze.
"Ginny Weasley!" Professor McGonagall hissed.
Ginny wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Sorry, Professor!" She giggled, as Draco nearly fell over from laughter. They exited the room, still laughing, but they distinctly heard McGonagall muttering.
"Weasley and Malfoy! Honestly, there is a point when inter-House relationships have gone too far!"
End Flashback
Ginny giggled out loud at the memory, catching everyone at the table by surprise. Hermione's mouth fell open in shock.
"Ginny?" she asked, "Are you here?"
"Hm?" Ginny blinked and seemed to come back to herself. "Yeah-Yeah. I'm fine."
Hermione smiled sympathetically at Ginny. "Do you want to go check up on Harry and Ron?"
"Okay."
*
In the hospital wing, Harry was still asleep, but Ron was rifling irritable through an old issue of 'Quidditch Today'.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Like I'm reading to get out of here." Ron threw down the magazine. "Madam Pomfrey won't let me go until tonight."
Harry rolled over. "For gods sake, Ron, either shut up or quit complaining."
Hermione squealed and jumped. "Sorry," she said sheepishly in Harry's direction and in response to his puzzled look, "I thought you were asleep."
By now, Ron could see the opportunity to argue and was jumping on it. "But Harry," he whined, "neither of us has been at Quidditch practice for two weeks now."
Ginny stared at the corner of Harry's bed, where she was sitting. She shook her head. "Professor Dumbledore cancelled Quidditch, at least for a while. No one thinks that it's appropriate."
Harry sat up and hugged Ginny tightly. "I'm really sorry." He whispered. When he drew back, he kissed her gently on the forehead.
*
Ginny wasn't listening to Professor Binns' lecture. She was thinking about what Professor Dumbledore had told her the previous day. As she thought about it, though, it ceased making very little sense and began making no sense at all. Fifteen minutes later, she was walking through the door of the Headmaster's office.
She gasped. Lucius Malfoy turned around to face her.
"Hello, Miss Weasley." He said, quietly.
Professor Dumbledore looked at Ginny. Understanding flashed through his sparkling eyes. "I seem to be out of parchment." He said, rifling around on his desk. He walked out of his office, presumably on his way to the library.
Ginny sat down opposite Lucius Malfoy. She could barely look at him. "Why?" She whispered. She dragged her eyes up to meet his. His were confused. Her heart tightened. He had Draco's eyes. Without knowing what she was doing, she leaned in quickly, and kissed him. Gently and fleetingly. He drew back immediately, but his eyes were warm.
When he spoke, his voice was oddly husky. "I am not my son."
TBC
