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Chapter Six

As I read, I thought about the day. Suddenly, I remembered a potions essay from Snape. I did not want to study again with Draco just yet, I was still a little mad. Instead, I decided to go to the library. Getting up I turned to Draco, who was still reading.

"I'll be back," I told him.

"Alright," he said smiling up at me as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary today.

I walked out of the common room and down the hall toward the library. I walked slowly, I was in no hurry. When I reached the library, I walked up and down the rows of books looking for Dragon's Tongues and Frog Eyes: A Complete Guide to Potion Making by Harold Van Garcho when I heard muffled sobs. I searched for the source, and soon found it. A couple of rows away, Ginny Weasley was leaning against a wall, shoulders shaking, and sobbing almost silently.

"Ginny," I said comfortingly, "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it here, everyone can hear and it is already embarrassing enough," Ginny said.

"Oh, you poor girl," I said hugging Ginny. "Let's go to my common room."

We walked out of the library and back toward my common room in silence. When we entered, I sat Ginny down on the couch and I sat next to her.

"Oh, you poor thing," I exclaimed, hugging her again. "You just cry; you can tell me when you are ready." We sat like that for a few minutes. As we sat, I looked around the room; I noticed Draco was still here. When I caught his eye, I put a finger to my lips, signaling him to be quiet. He nodded and went back to reading, turning the pages slowly so he wouldn't make a sound.

Finally, Ginny pulled away. She was read to talk. She took a deep breath and began. "Today is my birthday."

"Yes and happy birthday," I said, just now remembering that it was in fact her birthday and immediately felt bad, because I had not gotten her any thing.

"Thanks," Ginny sniffled. "Anyways," she continued," Harry gave me a present, being my boyfriend and all." I was confused. He remembered her birthday, why was she freaking out like that?

"And the problem is," I said, raising my eyebrows.

"The problem is the present he got me. He got me parchment! When I opened the present I started yelling at him, 'what you think my family is so poor we can't even afford parchment?' I was so stupid. Harry got mad too and we argued. It was only after I had stormed off to the library that I realized it was self-correcting parchment." At this, Ginny began crying again.

"It's all right Ginny. Harry will understand," I said soothingly. "Him or Ron would have done the same thing any day. Except, they are so thick, they would have never realized the difference." At this, Ginny giggled.

"You're right, especially R-" She stopped mid-sentence as she looked up and saw Draco watching now. "What are you doing her? Go away," she yelled.

"It's his common room also," I said matter-o-factly.

"Why are you defending him," Ginny turned back to me. I looked to Draco for help, I was in a tight spot. Draco offered no help, instead, he got up.

"I am going to my room," he said. He walked up the stairs and went into his room and shut the door.

"What's going on that I don't know about," Ginny said, sensing peculiar. I sighed, it would be no use lying Ginny, she was too smart.

"Draco isn't mean," I said. I then told her everything, excluding most of the kissing.

"Wow," said Ginny when I had finished.

"You can't tell anyone, not even Ron or Harry. What am I saying? Especially not Ron or Harry," I said quickly.

"Yeah, if I told Harry he would put me in a mental hospital. And if I told Ron, he'd do the same, then kill Malfoy, because he would think there was a slight chance it was true," Ginny laughed. These words were not meant to make me feel guilty, but they did, extremely guilty.

"He really likes me that much," I asked.

"Yeah, but he says you never want to do anything other than talk. Ron is so thick! The second he said that, I knew something was up. He is still convinced you are madly in love with him," Ginny shook her head, rolling her eyes at her brother's stupidity.

"I feel so bad," I said.

"I do too, I mean I figured something was off, but I did not want to say anything."
"I should break up with him, it isn't right."

"Break up with who? Ron or Malfoy?"

"Ron."

"NO, it would break his heart!"

"So you want me to continue cheating on him which would break his heart even more if he found out? I am not breaking up with Draco! I mean, come on! There is no competition there! Plus I can never think of Ron in a romantic way, I have and will always consider him as a friend, nothing more.

"Whatever, you do whatever you want, just remember, I had nothing to do with what you decide, ok?" Ginny said. "So Draco is nice to you is he? Why would he be nice all the sudden?" Ginny and I spent the rest of the evening trying to answer that question that had been nagging at the back of my mind for a long time. We tried very hard, but failed to come up with an answer that made sense.