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Chapter 8: Just Draco

"Class is dismissed," Professor McGonagall announced to the class.

Ginny was glad that her final class of the week was over with and stood up along with everyone else. She walked out of the classroom with an excited look on her face and headed towards the girl's lavatory.

Ginny had been seeing Draco privately for more than 4 months now. Every Friday night they would sneak into the girl's lavatory-the one nobody ever used anymore due to Moaning Myrtle-to do "stuff". Most of the time they'd just make-out but Ginny would sometimes let Draco "venture".

They kept their relationship private so that there wouldn't be mutiny. They didn't want their friends turning against them for fraternizing with the so-called enemy.

It was early December when Ginny climbed the stairs towards the girl's bathroom but when she opened the door she didn't see anyone. Not even Moaning Myrtle. She continued to look around worried what could've happened to him when a paper, just like the one she had sent to him, hit her on the head. She opened it and it read its self aloud in a tone that said 'I'm Sorry' but it was weak. It almost sounded like there was a slight bit of excitement in its voice.

Ginny,

Sorry I couldn't make it tonight. I have something I've got to do.

Draco

'What could he possibly have to do that's so much more important then me? Why was the note so short? Why was he excited about not seeing me? And what's with the signature? Just Draco. No love, Draco or I'm sorry, Draco or even a sincerely, Draco! All it said was just Draco.What's going on?' Ginny thought.

As Ginny thought more and more about what he possibly could be doing she got angrier and angrier with him. Not only did she grow angry but being angry with him made her sad.

She tried to push all the terrible thoughts of what Draco possibly could be doing she had thought of out of her mind. 'He's probably just tied up with homework. I mean loads of people do their homework on a Friday evening. Right?'