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Chapter Eleven – Secrets

"Speaking"

Thinking

Draco took in a deep breath. No expression was the hardest expression to read.

"Why are you angry with me, Ginny?" He asked.

Ginny let out a sigh. "I'm not angry with you, Draco." She then began to close the door.

Draco pushed on the door to stop it from closing. "Then what's wrong?" he asked.

Ginny wanted to forgive and forget but because he was pressing the issue, her anger flared up. "What's it matter to you, I'm just a servant."

Draco frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"I heard what you said to your friends at Diagon Alley."

Draco understood what Ginny meant now and got angry himself. "You were ears dropping."

"Not, intentionally!" Ginny retorted.

"Still, it was a private conversation!"

"And you were talking about me!"

"And it's none of your business what I tell my friends!"

Ginny fell silent. Draco regretted what he had said the second he heard it come out of his mouth.

"No, it's not my business," Ginny whispered and before Draco could say anything she closed her door.

Draco scrunched his hands into fists before storming off to his room.

I know I don't have the right to be angry with him and I was prepared to let it go, but I don't know why my anger came back again. I know that he would have reasons for not telling his friends about me and I would like to respect that, but just the thought of what he said makes me so sad and angry.

And I'm even angrier with myself because I know I don't have a right to be angry with him. It's not like I'm telling my whole family about him. I'm mad at myself because I'm being so unreasonable. But I also can't help but wonder why he didn't tell his friends about me.

Is he embarrassed by me? Is it because I'm not pretty, or not smart? Is it because I'm not dressed in a presentable fashion? Do I not have the proper manners? Or is it because I have red hair? I know he doesn't know I'm a Weasley but could it be possible that be was born to hate Weasley's. Does he see me as a Weasley? Could it be possible that even if he doesn't know that I'm a Weasley I could still embarrass him? Is it destined that Weasley's and Malfoy's cannot be together. Does he think I'm not good enough for him?

I'm so confused. I don't know what to think. I am not below him. Wesley's are not below Malfoy's. Then why do I feel that I am? Why would he say that about me?

So I said she was a servant. It's not like I meant it like that. I was in a hurry to make an excuse. She wouldn't understand. I just don't want Blaise and Bell to know about her. I don't want them to meet her and tell them about Hogwarts and what we do. I don't want them to know who she is. What she means to me. It's embarrassing. I must show the minimum amount of emotions.

But Ginny's different. I can't explain it. I know I treat her differently and I don't want my friends to see that. I'm a Slytherin. I treat everyone with some degree of coldness, even Blaise and Bell sometimes. But not with her. I can't with her.

I know what people at Hogwarts say about us. Cruel, evil menaces. Descendant's of Deatheaters and worshiper's of Voldemort. What would Ginny think? Would she look at me with disgust like the Gryffindors? Fear me like the Hufflepuffs? Or ignore me like the Ravenclaws? I'm not ashamed of what I do at Hogwart's but Ginny's so innocent and kind hearted. I know she would disapprove of what I do. I once wished that she could attend Hogwarts and be with me, but I don't want that now. And whenever I think that, I feel so ashamed, so selfish. I'm not the kind of person she thinks I am. Would she fear the me that Hogwarts sees?

Dinner that night was deathly quiet with a thick air of gloominess. Though Ginny and Draco sat opposite to each other, their eyes never met. Food was rolled around the plate while Narcissa and Lucius looked on in confusion. When dinner finished, Draco headed to the Library while Ginny went to her room, both going in opposite directions.

Ginny lay in bed late at night staring up at the ceiling. She had no way of settling down and couldn't get to sleep. After hours of tossing and turning, she got up and decided to get a glass of warm milk hoping it would help. Being as quiet as she could, she tip toed down the stairs to the kitchen. Lighting only one candle, Ginny fumbled around to find the milk and a mug.

There was a creak of the door and Ginny froze. She slowly turned around and took hold of the candle holder.

"Who's there?" She squeaked out.

"It's me."

Ginny moved the candle to the direction of the voice and indeed it was Draco. He was at the counter preparing some candles and after lighting them, the kitchen was bathed in a light warm glow.

Ginny put her candle down and turned back to her milk facing away from Draco. She felt very uncomfortable. She could feel him staring at her back and it made her very self conscious. Trying to concentrate on what she was doing, she found a small pot and poured some milk in it. She then placed it on the stove which automatically turned on when it sensed there was a pot.

Draco had taken some cookies from a jar and placed them on a plate, then on the table that stood in the middle of the room. He sat in a seat with his hands clasped and placed on top of the table. Ginny was leaning on the bench next to the stove and looking down at her slippers. Only sounds of the milk simmering could be heard.

When the milk looked warmed through, Ginny grabbed the handle ready to pour it into cups but forgot that it was a metal handle. She released a small yelp of pain and took her hand away from the handle. Draco shot up from his seat and grabbed Ginny's hand. He took her to the sink immediately and ran cold water over it. Grabbing a kitchen towel, he patted it dry and tried to examine it in the dim light. Ginny snatched her hand back and looked at it herself.

"It's fine," she said coldly.

Feeling the awkwardness, Draco went back to the stove and wrapped the towel around the handle before pouring the milk into two mugs. Ginny had already taken a seat so he sat opposite of her and handed her a mug. They sat in silence for a while before Ginny decided to speak.

"Why?" she asked and looked up at him.

Draco looked at her for a second before diverted his gaze. "I don't know," he answered quietly.

"You do know," Ginny whispered. "You just don't want to tell me."

Draco looked back at her angrily. "You couldn't possibly know why because you don't know how I think," he spat.

"No, I don't know how you think and that's why I don't understand." Ginny squeezed the mug in her hand until her knuckles turned white.

A tear trickled down her cheek but she wiped it away quickly. Draco didn't miss it.

"You know what," Ginny said as she stood up. "Don't tell me. I don't care anymore. I guess I'm just one of the many secrets that you have." Ginny then headed for the door and left the kitchen leaving Draco alone.

Ginny went home the next morning without saying a single word to Draco. She merely took her belongings and quietly left via her portkey. Draco heard her leaving that morning but remained in his own room because there was no use going out to see her. She wouldn't talk to him anyways and he wouldn't know what to say. So instead he stayed in his room and packed a small suitcase to take to Blaise's place.

Stepping out of the fire place, Draco had the chance to brush the powder off his robes before being embraced tightly. He was slightly surprised but once he realized it was Bell, he relaxed.

Bell released Draco and looked over to where Blaise was standing with a smirk on his face.

"Did you get a hello like that too?" Draco asked with a smile.

"Pretty much, though I did choke slightly."

Bell hit Blaise playfully on the arm while grinning. "Can't I be happy to see my two very best friends?"

"You can," Blaise answered, "But don't over do it when we get back to Hogwarts. I have a reputation to uphold you know." And with that he pretended to brush dust off his shirt.

Bell picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it at his head. Luckily Blaise had quick reflexes and ducked just in time for it to graze his hair.

"Hey," Blaise protested while patting his hair, "I have people to see."

"I'll fix it right up for you then," Bell said mischievously and began to run after him.

Blaise quickly grabbed one of Draco's bags and began running with Bell hot on his trail. Draco followed at his own pace so he could look around. Draco found his bag at the front door of a room and assumed this would be where he's staying. Upon opening the door he found Blaise wrestling with Bell's hands trying to stop her fingers from further messing up his hair. Bell noticed Draco standing there so she took her hands back.

"I'll be in my room unpacking," She said while walking past Draco.

"See you later," Draco replied before picking up his bag off the floor and dumping it onto the bed.

Blaise was using one of the mirrors hanging off the walls to fix his hair. "I swear that girl is mad. Do you think we could send her into the factory for a refund?"

Draco laughed. "I'd keep her just to annoy you."

"Great mate you are. So how long are you staying for?"

"I have to get back by Friday."

"Got plans?"

"Yeah."

"With who?"

"A Friend."

Blaise turned away from the mirror and looked at his friend. Draco was taking some things out of his bag and placing them in the drawer beside the bed.

"What kind of friend?" Blaise asked curiously.

"A Good friend," Draco answered, deliberately leaving out details.

"How good?"

"Very good. Now what's with all the questions?" Draco wondered out loud.

"What's with all the secrets?"

The door opened at that moment and Bell stepped inside. "So, what are we doing today?" She said with a smile.

The three decided to bunk together that night and sleep on mattresses on the floor in the same room. There was a lot of talking and laughing until late into the night. Luckily the rooms were soundproof or the whole house would have been kept up. Bell was the first to doze off and then Blaise fell asleep not long after that.

Draco lay on his back and looked out of the big floor to ceiling window. Bell had begged them not to close the blinds because she was deathly scared of the dark and wanted the moon to provide some cool tranquil light. Draco pulled out his pocket watch from his pajama pocket and ran his thumb over the smooth back surface.

"Want to trade?"

Draco turned his head and saw Blaise looking at him from the mattress next to him. Without waiting for an answer, Blaise took the watch from Draco's hands and handed his own one over.

They examined each other's watches for a while silently.

"Nice," Draco answered.

Blaise pressed a button on Draco's watch and the back compartment sprang open. He turned it around and examined the picture hidden there.

"She looks nice too," Blaise said while showing Draco the photo.

Draco remained quiet while he handed Blaise's watch back and took his own one into his hands again. Looking at the photo, Draco forgot that Blaise was awake and looking at him curiously.

"Who is she?" Blaise finally asked even though he knew that the chances of Draco answering truthfully were slim. He waited for a while and when he thought there would be no answer, Draco spoke.

"My Fiancé," Draco whispered.

Blaise was shocked. Because of the answer or because Draco even bothered to answer he couldn't decide. "Never knew you had one," He commented.

"I never told you." Draco closed the watch and put it back into his pocket before releasing a big sigh.

"Her name's Ginny Laurel," Draco said with a tone of sweet reminisce. "I've known that she's my Fiancé ever since I was six years old and we've met up every Saturday since then to develop our relationship."

"Sounds nice," Blaise answered with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Draco turned his head and looked at Blaise curiously. Blaise could feel Draco looking at him and decided to explain.

"Her name is Arianna and she lives in Scotland. We were engaged even before I was born and as for developing our relationship, I could count on one hand the amount of times I've met her."

Draco could just imagine how that must be like. It had taken a few years for him to accept Ginny and that was with the help of meeting ever week.

"You're lucky, Draco," Blaise said suddenly. "You get to know who you're spending the rest of your life with."

With that said, Blaise rolled on to his side presumably to go to sleep and Draco decided that he too should get some rest.

End of Chapter Eleven. Thank you for reading and I hope you review.

Sorry, no individual thanks this time cause I'm kind of in a hurry and wanted to give you guys this chapter as soon as I could. Hope it wasn't a confusing chapter because I changed how I wrote the different POV's. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and hope you enjoyed the chapter.