A/N: Okay, here is Chapter Three : Misunderstood, which is up before Christmas albiet by only a few hours.
Goodnight and Go
Chapter Three: Misunderstood
Ginny ran back to Slytherin letting the tears fall. When she tried to use the password to get into the Common Room, the portrait informed her that to her dismay, the password had been changed. Ginny slumped down against the wall, letting more tears fall. It was then that a seventh year Slytherin, Nathan Wilson approached.
He eyed up the littlest Weasley, and remembering her performance the night before, approached. Ginny watched Nathan cautiously – she didn't trust Slytherins.
"Well if it isn't the littlest Weasley," he sneered, "You know I really enjoyed your little routine last night, but I could do with an encore viewing, in private."
"Dream on," Ginny said pitifully in between tears.
"I don't think so," Nathan said as he slowly advanced towards Ginny who had nowhere to go. "You see, I always get my way."
"Spoilt Slytherin," Ginny said quietly.
"I heard that," Nathan said, now closing in on Ginny. He pushed her hard against the wall and was about to lean in for a kiss when Ginny was saved.
Coming out of the Portrait Hole was Draco and Blaise who were laughing about something. Catching sight of Nathan, Blaise frowned and went to walk away when he noticed that it was Ginny that he was with. Draco saw the tears on Ginny's face and noticed that Blaise had too. He gripped his wand tightly in his hand, preparing for Blaise to loose his temper, which he did in record time.
Roughly, Blaise grabbed Nathan and pushed him against the opposite wall. He drew his hand back and punched Nathan repeatedly in the face. Then sent him in the other direction with a kick in the stomach. Nathan shakily stood to his feet, his lip bleeding, while smirking he said, "Does she like it rough too Zabini?"
Blaise launched himself at Nathan again, punching him to the floor and pulling out his wand. With his wand pointed directly at Nathan's throat, he said dangerously, "Watch yourself Wilson, that's twice you've been at the mercy of us in two days. I wouldn't make it a habit."
Blaise stood to his feet and went over to Ginny who was now being comforted by Draco who was trying his best to calm her, although not really knowing what to do. Blaise put his arm around her and led her towards the Portrait Hole and was about to escort her inside when Nathan decided to get the last work in.
"So the Weasel's little sister is Zabini's latest bitch. Enjoy it while it lasts."
Blaise ignored Nathan's comments and led Ginny inside and towards his Head Boy suite, with Draco Malfoy following in tow.
"Well it all started when I walked into the Common Room in this," Ginny said gesturing to her attire. "I didn't realise at the time, but for some reason Blaise you had Malfoy's quidditch jumper in your closet and Ron just jumped to conclusion. He said I was Slytherin's bitch and I was like questioning that statement and well it was obvious what he thought. So I came to see you and I ran into Nathan and you know the rest," Ginny finished as she sat with Blaise and Draco.
"I'm sorry Gin," Blaise said softly as he held her hand.
"Why?" Ginny asked genuinely confused, "It's not your fault!"
"But maybe if I hadn't provoked him so much the maybe-"
"I asked you to do that Blaise, it's not like you did it off your own bat!"
"Yeah but I got a bit carried away. I basically insinuated that we were going to shag in a broom closet and we had already practised for it before!"
"Whoa Blaise," Draco interrupted, "Nice man, I didn't know you could work girls that fast!"
"We haven't shagged idiot!" Blaise said indignantly, "Ginny's not like the others."
"Merlin Blaise, that sounds like so cliché," Ginny said, "But thanks!"
"Weasley what did you do to him?" Draco asked, "He used to be a, well, a man!"
"And it's Weasley with the quaffle," Dean Thomas said as he commentated the first Quidditch match of the season – Slytherin versus Gryffindor. "And she dodges past a bludger aimed at her by Wilson, and she's heading toward goal, and YES! Zabini misses yet again and Ginny Weasley adds another ten points to Gryffindor! 180 – 20 to Gryffindor in the first quidditch match of the season!"
Out on the pitch, Ginny smirked at Blaise after scoring yet another goal. He really wasn't on form today having missed 18 shots at goal, 15 from her alone. Blaise glared back at her, probably letting his pride get in the way; after all, she was beating him so far.
From the stands, Hermione watched Ginny's and Blaise's antics through her binoculars. Frowning as Ginny blew him a kiss and flew off she glanced towards Harry who was scowling at Blaise and talking to one of the Gryffindor beaters will gesturing towards him. From what she could see, Hermione could tell there was trouble coming.
"And it's Vane with the quaffle," Dean Thomas continued, "And she heads towards goal and NO! The quaffle has been intercepted by Kent and it's Kent now with the quaffle heading towards the goalposts and now Madam Hooch interferes with a deliberate foul on Kent by Sloper the beater who appears to have hit Kent with his bludger bat. And what's this? Blaise Zabini, the Slytherin keeper has been injured!"
Hermione quickly focused her binoculars to the ground where sure enough Blaise lay on the ground looking suspiciously unconscious. Hermione then noticed a red blob that could only be Ginny shooting down towards Blaise!
"I can now confirm that Blaise Zabini has been sent to the hospital wing with an injury most likely caused by a bludger hit. Now it's Kent still with the quaffle taking a free shot which is caught yet again by Ron Weasley! And the score remains 180 – 20 to Gryffindor!"
"And Potter's on the move. Has he seen the snitch? And Malfoy's hot on his tail and they're both approaching the ground, Potter with a slight edge. And he has the snitch!"
Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor stands as they thought they had won the game. But cheers also erupted from the Slytherin stands as they too thought they had won the game!
"Malfoy has the snitch!" Dean shouted sounding more annoyed than happy, "So it's Gryffindor 180 and Slytherin 170!"
Ginny Weasley was not a happy woman. Her face was grim and determined a frown set upon her face. She stormed into the Gryffindor changing rooms slamming the door behind her.
"Merlin Ginny, watch it!" Harry said staring blankly at her. "What's the-"
"Fuck you Harry," Ginny said obviously not interested in what he had to say, "And fuck you too Ron. Actually fuck all of you! Did you honestly think you pull a stunt like that and I wouldn't notice? It wasn't just coincidence that Blaise was hit by a bludger when Madam Hooch was at the other end of the pitch dealing with a deliberate foul planned by all of you!"
"Ginny," Harry said slowly, "Don't you think you're overacting just a tad?"
"No I am not!" Ginny bellowed, "You don't get it do you? You could have seriously injured him! You better thank your lucky stars that Madam Pomfrey can heal basically anything otherwise I would not be impressed!"
"I don't think you're exactly impressed right now," Ron muttered under his breath, earning chuckles (which were quickly disguised as coughs) from the rest of his team mates.
"I heard that!" Ginny shouted again, her face redder than her hair, "You know, what you did to Blaise was something Slytherin would have done. But did you Ron get hit intentionally by a bludger while Madam Hooch wasn't looking? Did you Harry? Did any of you?"
Silence met Ginny's question. Harry stood defiantly with Ron by his side who was looking at his feet. The rest of the team glanced around the room with mock interest, all of them avoiding the question.
"Well?" Ginny asked, "The answers no right? Cos you're all feeling like shit now that you've realised what you did was stupid and Slytherin-like. Well guess what, I don't give a fuck! I quit!"
Draco lay on the couch fast asleep dreaming of a wonderful thing. Long shapely legs, perfect hourglass figure, vibrant red hair and –
A loud banging on the wall awoke Draco and he somewhat angrily got up and opened the portrait hole. Standing there was Ginny Weasley, eyes red from crying but still looking ever as perfect as she did in his dream. Without warning Ginny launched herself into Draco's arm, almost knocking him over.
"Had another fight I take," Draco said in a somewhat bored voice as this had been happening for the last month.
Ginny nodded softly, still crying her heart out. Almost reluctantly Draco pulled away from Ginny and led her to the couch.
"Here, sit down," Draco said trying not to do something stupid like kiss her, "I'll be back in a second I just have to use the bathroom."
"Close call Draco," Draco said quietly to himself as he splashed water on his face. Cursing under his breath due to the nature of his dream, Draco angrily thought to himself:
You were not dreaming of a Weasley!
Because Hogwarts is full of red headed girls with her figure!
Shut up why don't you?
You like her don't you?
No!
What? You don't like the way she flips her hair over her shoulder? You don't like it when she laughs and throws her head back ever so softly?
And the way she walks, it's moving, so beauti – Wait! I told you to shut up!
You like a Weasley, you like a Weasley!
Piss off!
Draco, we've been through this before, you cannot tell yourself to shut up and piss off, you get that enough from the Gryffindors. Now, we must discuss just what you are going to do about your painfully obvious fascination for –
"Fuck off!" Draco yelled angrily.
Realising that he had been in the bathroom for a while, Draco turned and pushed the door open making a crash as he knocked something over. Draco turned to his left and right looking to find what he had knocked over. It was only when he looked down, and saw Ginny Weasley knocked out on the floor did he realise that she had been the 'something' he had knocked over, or perhaps more accurately, out.
Oh smart one Draco! But I don't think you quite understand the concept of knocking her off her feet. You see it's only figurative language! You don't actually do it!
Draco actually growled, like a, well and animal, a dog lets say and anyway it must have been real enough because Ginny awoke with a start and jumped to her feet, looking around for the source of the growl.
"What just made that noise?" Ginny asked Draco curiously, "It sounded like a growl."
"Oh, uh, that was just, my uh, my, my – owl!" Draco said quickly and then felt somewhat stupid when he realised he had said owl.
A growling owl Draco? Nice touch! Way to impress her with the intelligence!
Draco's fist clenched at his side and Ginny, noticing his rather white knuckles commented, "A growling owl? Whatever you say. Are you okay, you look a little tense?"
"I'm fine," Draco ground out through gritted teeth.
"Sure you are. Um, by the way, how did I end up with a pounding head?"
"Oh I knocked you out," Draco said usefully.
Yes Draco your charm and chivalry is excellence!
"Gee thanks Draco," Ginny said sarcastically, "You surprise me with your gentlemanlike manners!"
"It was an accident," Draco blurted out not wanting Ginny to be angry, "I mean, I just opened the door and I hear a really loud thud, like the time when peeves knocked over that massive cabinet full of books on-"
"What are trying to tell me?" Ginny asked, "That I need to loose weight?"
Nice work again Draco, you're just too good at this!
"No no, not at all. I do not think you're fat at all."
"Was that supposed to sound sarcastic?" Ginny asked.
Yes Draco was that supposed to sound sarcastic?
"Will you please just shut up?" Draco yelled finally fed up.
"Trust me, a simple please be quite would have sufficed!" Ginny huffed angrily.
"No! I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the-"
"Let me guess, the growling owl right? What is it with you today?"
"Nothing, so how come you and Blaise had another fight?"
"The usual, we're both pissed off with each other! This whole Gryffindor Slytherin thing really isn't working. And after the quidditch fiasco, I don't know, maybe we should just be friends?"
"Uh Ginny, you should be telling this to Blaise, not me," Draco said realising that 1) he had said something not stupid or insulting and 2) Ginny was dumping Blaise!
"And maybe Blaise," Ginny said slowly as she surveyed Blaise, "Maybe we're just you know better suited as friends?"
"Are you dumping me?" Blaise asked in an amused voice.
"You better believe it," Ginny said smiling as she realised Blaise wasn't mad.
"Dumped by a Gryffindor. My ego has taken a blow Ginny, it may never recover!"
"Oh but it was such a hard choice to make Blaise," Ginny simpered, "But I had to put your safety before any relationship with you!"
"Oh and the ego is up and running. Friends it is then?" Blaise said, smiling.
"Very good ones, I hope. But you know what the funny thing is?" Ginny asked.
"Oh you mean apart from being dumped by a younger, Weasley, Gryffindor?" Blaise asked sarcastically.
"My brother and well Gryffindor are probably happier about this than we are. Depressing much? All I'm going to get is 'I told you so' times ten every day!"
"Whereas in Slytherin they don't give a fuck!" Blaise exclaimed.
Ginny and Blaise smiled at each other, and Ginny couldn't help but feel happy, she was at peace with like the school right?
She's dumping him, Draco thought to himself
You sound happy
Do not!
No, excited is more the word I think. I mean you get to show Ginny your great wooing abilities!
Do you ever shut up?
What do you think idiot?
I think that you –
"Oi Draco!" Blaise shouted from the other side of the portrait hole, "She dumped me!"
"I know, she told me!" Draco she shouted back.
"I know, she told me that she told you that she was going to tell me it was over!" Blaise shouted.
"Oh okay," Draco yelled, "Are you okay?"
"Fine! How about you?"
"Fine too!"
"Draco, why are we shouting?"
"I don't know!"
"You haven't opened the portrait hole for me!"
"You never asked!"
A few minutes later, when Draco and Blaise had actually used their brains and were both inside the room, sitting on the couch in Draco's suite, discussing the lack of women in their lives.
"I just cannot believe that you Blaise Harry Zabini got dumped!" Draco exclaimed for what seemed like the tenth time, "By a Gryffindor nonetheless!
"Hey! You know not to use my full name in conversation! Please do not remind that share names with a Gryffindor whom I despise!" Blaise said indignantly.
"What? You don't like Potty? I thought you would have been proud to share names with the Golden Boy of Gryffindor?" Draco asked sarcastically.
"Look, I can't help the fact that when my mother was younger she had a rabbit called Harry and ever since she's had a fixation with that name!"
"You're named after a rabbit?" Draco asked incredulously, trying not to laugh.
"I thought I had told you," Blaise said crestfallen, and Draco was sure he heard Blaise whine.
"I'm going to call you Blaise Bunny or bunny Blaise or something alike! By the way, did you just whine?"
"Me? Whine? No Draco that was just the owl!"
"Shut it Bunny Blaise!"
A/N 2: Okay, um please can you guys review? I'd really appreciate it. If there's any suggestions on anything for me, please do leave a comment. Chapter four will probably be a week away. Also, to all of you reading have a merry merry Christmas. I'm in NZ so it's only like 1hr 30mins away! Thanks for reading!