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Warning...Well here it comes. Remember the Cliche warning in the first chapter? Probably not, but it applies this chapter and coming chapters.
-----------------------Chapter 13: Of Closets and Questions
Draco was crushed after the Slytherin defeat, but he would not let it affect him. After all, they are only stupid Gryffindors and he made sure to let them know that. He was also a bit preoccupied about his task; he had not seen Ginny in a week. He knew better than to ask, since it would look suspicious. Why would the King of Slytherin care about a lowly Gryffindor and a penniless Weasley none-the-less?
It was another week before he saw Ginny. Draco was very relieved when he saw that she was well and looked much happier than he had seen her in a while. The bags were gone from under her eyes and she seemed almost bubbly. He knew he had to get going with his task, which he knew would prove to be very difficult. Draco needed a plan or a lucky incident.
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Ginny was more happy than she had been in a long time. She was finally rid of Tom. It had taken two weeks of spells and potions, but he was finally gone. She was practically skipping down the halls. Not that this was a good thing, Filch, the caretaker, was not very happy about the skipping. He gave her a scornful warning, but she didn't care, she had to refrain herself from saying something like 'yes, darling.' That was how happy she was. The only bad thing was that Ginny had a lot of homework to make up. So much that she had taken to skipping meals. She would sometimes grab something quickly, but she felt eternally hungry.
She was working on a Potions essay late one night, when she got really hungry.
"Who knew that writing about the effects of Cornish pixie stomach acid in a potion could make you hungry?" she said to Colin who was sorting through his newest batch of photographs.
"I know I didn't," he said laughing.
"I think I will head down to the kitchens."
"Okay, but be careful not to run into anyone, especially Filch. He will have you hanging by your toes in the dungeons before you can say 'You miserable grouch.'"
"Alright, I will be careful."
It was dark and quiet heading down to the kitchens. When Ginny got there the house-elves were as helpful as usual and gave her some delicious lasagna with key lime pie to finish it off. She left the kitchens feeling much better. Unfortunately, it did not last to long. As she rounded a corner, she ran into someone. Ginny felt her heart jump and hoped it was not Filch or Snape.
"What are you doing here Weasley?" sneered a familiar voice.
"I believe that would be none of you business, Malfoy," She answered coolly.
"Oh, I believe it is, for I am Head Boy and am on duty."
Just then, there was a meow and a flash of yellow eyes at the end of the corridor. It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat.
"Crap."
"Get in here," said Malfoy, pushing her into a closet and shoving himself in as well. Ginny was glad it was not a small closet, otherwise this might be rather awkward.
"Where did they go, my sweet?" said Filch to Mrs. Norris.
Ginny and Draco held their breath as Filch passed. They listened hard and figured that it was safe.
"That was close," Ginny breathed.
"Yeah," said Draco, trying to open the door. "Oh, no. It is locked."
"What? Alohomora!" Ginny said, trying to unlock the door.
"It is still locked."
"Great," said Ginny sitting back on the floor.
"I guess we are going to be stuck here for a while."
"You think?"
"No need to get snarky."
"Why are you in here anyway?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you are Head Boy, you wouldn't get in trouble."
"Damn, I forgot."
Ginny just laughed.
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Draco liked the sound of her laugh. He realized that this was the perfect incident to work on his task. He didn't know quite how to get her to trust him, but he knew he could find away. They were both quiet for quite a while. Draco was in deep thought on how to accomplish his task.
"I am bored," Ginny announced.
"Well, we could play a game," Draco suggesting, coming up with an idea.
"I never would have thought you were the game playing type," she laughed.
"Only when I am desperate."
"Alright, what do you want to play?"
"Um, I guess we could just ask each other questions."
"Like I ask you a question about yourself and then you ask me one?"
"Yeah."
"I guess that would be alright, although that really isn't a game, but no super personal questions, okay?"
"Sure. I will go first. If you were in different house, which would it be?"
"I am not sure," answered Ginny. "The Sorting Hat actually considered me for all houses. I guess I would probably be in Slytherin."
"I could see that."
"My turn. If you were a fruit, what fruit would you be?"
"What kind of question is that, Weasley?"
"A very meaningful one."
"I think I would be an…orange, because I am luscious and tangy," he smirked. Ginny just started laughing. "What? You don't think I am luscious?"
"I don't think I can answer that question without laughing."
"Fine."
And the game went on. Most of the questions were a bit silly, but Draco felt like he was finally gaining some of her trust. He found it hard not to say anything mean, but luckily, he mostly succeeded. One question though, was nagging at the back of his mind.
"Why were you acting so bizarre a few weeks ago?" he asked.
"You mean I don't normally act bizarre?"
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, but I believe that is too personal."
"Come on, I will let you ask one personal question of me."
"Nope."
"Please," Draco said, giving his best puppy-dog face. He was very disgusted with himself for it, but it was the only thing he could think of.
"Oh goodness, anything but that. Fine, I will tell you if you stop," she laughed.
"Alright, spill."
Draco saw her breathe nervously; apparently it was a rather touchy subject.
"I was kind of being possessed."
"Kind of? By who?"
"Tom Riddle. It was less of a possession, more of a him in my head taunting me day and night. I also believe he had something to do with my actions that night in detention. "
Draco was flabbergasted, something that rarely happened. Then he remembered that he was not supposed to know who Tom Riddle was.
"Who is Tom Riddle?"
"That is a complicated story, plus it is my turn now," Ginny said sadly. "Are you anything like you father?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you an evil bastard that grovels at the feet of Voldemort," she said simply. He saw her recoil a bit as he glared.
"What reason do you have to insult my father?"
"A very good one, now answer the question."
"A pathetic asinine Weasley has no right to insult my father!" he shouted, he whole plan going down the tube. "Especially when her father is a useless fool, who can't afford to feed his miserable distasteful family."
"Touché."
"I could say the same about you," snarled Draco remembering the incident in which she punched him. "I least I didn't punch anyone."
"You deserved it."
"I was just saying what I know to be true."
That seemed a breaking point from her. She slapped him this time, and she slapped him hard. Draco staggered from that and from the weight of her glare. If looks could kill, he would have been dead twice over.
"I think you have answered my question," she growled.
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Ginny was livid. She could not handle being in that closet a second longer with Malfoy the arrogant jerk. He was just like his father. Sure she had been a bit insensitive, but she didn't think itexcused his behavior. She was so intent on getting out she started to beat down the door. Three blows and she had it knocked off its hinges and she stomped out, right into Argus Filch.
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A/N: Well, there goes Chapter 13. Thanks to everyonefor reading. A special thank you to my thirteenth ever reviewer, who happens to be my twelfth ever reviewer, Apathetically Interested. Another special thank you to my fourteenth ever reviewer louey31! On another note, I think I am going to post the first chapter of my new story today...but I need to think of a name for it first.
---Perplexity
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louey31- Yep, Tom is a sap, but that doesn't mean he is not an evil, scarey dude!