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Chapter 6: Monde Imaginaire
"Why did you lie to me?" She asked him, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He didn't reply, only turned away from her, unable to bear the sadness resting in her eyes.
"Why did you leave me?" She asked again, tears flowing free from her eyes.
He didn't answer for a moment, then he turned to look at her. "I'm sorry." He said, his eyes full of shame and hurt.
Her tears subsided. "Promise you won't do it again." She softly murmured.
"I promise." He said, unintentionally meaning it.
Ginny's heart felt heavy as she threw herself onto her bed. She didn't know what was wrong with her, only that something was wrong-terribly wrong. She had been feeling horribly all day, from Malfoy pushing her down the stairs to Zambini-who barely ever bothered her-casting a spell on her books to run away from her. Her mood was now fowl and she needed to take her anger, frustration and shame on something. Seeing the huge bouquet of flowers on her dressing table, who would have a crush on her, it was probably a sick joke. She grabbed them, not caring that the thorns were piercing into her skin and she beat at the petals with her hairbrush. Hitting the rose petals until they were smooshed to crumples and wilted instantaneously in her hands.
"Bloody roses!" She shouted, in frustration, before pushing the window open and chucking them outside. "Get out of my face, you horrid things!"
Ginny sobbed and sobbed after, she hated the roses, she hated Harry, she hated Ron, she hated Hermione, she hated Malfoy, she hated Zambini, she hated Colin, she hated them all! Roses meant love, and there was not a thing Ginny Weasley despised more at the moment. Harry was the thing she knew that she could never have, and the pain of it over six years, torn through her heart, making it shatter every time he looked at her with those caring older brother eyes. She hated Ron, for treating her like a baby, for never listening to her, for never thinking about how she felt. Hermione was a know-it-all, thinking that if she helped Ron give discipline to her that Ron would make her his wife, the smarty pants know-it-all. She detested Malfoy for being such a jerk, for picking on people when they were poorer, when they were helpless and lost, for taking advantages of their weaknesses. She hated Zambini for having half the female population swoon over him, for being such a jerk with Malfoy and still feel wanted. She hated Colin for never being there, for always saying he will and not be there when she needed him. Where was he when she was thrown out the window? Where was he when Malfoy purposely pushed her down the stairs? Where was he when Zambini mocked her in front of everyone? At Quidditch practice, that's where! Flying on some stick with straw at the end throwing some balls around!
She was just a pathetic girl who could not help but be controlled everywhere! She was just a person who was not worthy of anyone's time! It was true, where was everyone when she was having a major breakdown? At the Great Hall eating! Even eating is more important then her. Nothing is worth it here, there is nothing left for her here, no one cared about her existence though they all pretend they do. Taking a deep breath, Ginny looked out the window. Five stories, six maybe, she was sure to die, it would work. At the climax of her meltdown, Ginny levitated herself up to the windowsill. She would get away, get away from them forever, and then they'll know. They'll know how important she was, how they failed time after time to understand her, how she could've been the ideal girlfriend, how she could've outwitted them all, how she would haunt them with these memories forever. Yes, it would succeed. Carefully, Ginny edged towards side, bit by bit.
But doubt took over, did she want to die? What if they were celebrating after she died? What if they had the time of their life? Shaking her head and clearing them of these foolish thoughts, Ginny spurred out of the moment, and started to edge back inside, yet with her mind mentally arguing with her, it was impossible to concentrate while standing on a 3 inch wide windowsill. Losing her balance, she started to fall, slow at first, but as she descended, it sped up, until everything passing her was a blur. She was going to die, she was never going to make people know of her existence.
Yet a rapid swoop of air, sent her sailing to a stop and once again, she found herself on a broom with it's owner. Looking up, she saw the silhouette of a man, with silvery blond hair and intense blue eyes with fragments of silver.
"Ginny," He started, his voice lucid and smooth. "I will show you that true love exist." He continued, voice determined.
Ginny's mouth open a bit in shock. It couldn't be, it was nearly impossible, not possible. Her worst enemy cannot save her two times in a row, it was just not possible. Without another word said between the two, the man flew his broom higher and slipped her inside her room slickly.
"Go to bed, Ginny." He commanded, not harshly, but caringly. "You need your rest. But drink this first, it'll make you feel better. Vanilla is a soft and pure substance, just like you." He handed her a bottle of milky blue liquid. Wordlessly, Ginny opened the bottle and took a sip from it, immediately, she felt her insides free itself from its trouble. She gulped down all of it quickly and her mind eased itself from all the worries she had that day. Her eyes growing heavy, she slipped into bed, and pulled the covers over her. The man leaned over and gently kissed her forehead before flying out her window of his broom.
It was ridiculous, Draco Malfoy-boy who picked on her, boy who was the most immature, boy who looked down on people because of their status- can not be the young man who saved her both the times, can not be her secret admirer. She was dreaming all this, this was just too good to be true. It wasn't long before fatigue took over her mind and she fell soundly asleep, unaware that she would be in another world just moments after…
"I must congratulate you, Blaise, for completing that potion so successfully!" Draco complimented, clicking glasses filled with high-class champagne with Blaise.
"Why, it's my honour, my dear friend." Blaise lucidly said, half sober.
"You know, this plan of yours is-as Weasley would say- bloody brilliant!" Draco imitated Ron's voice, both boys laughing joyfully.
"Oh, it was nothing. Although, I do admit, seeing the Weaslette back away from me and shout back to me was quite amusing." Blaise truthfully said.
"Yeah? She is quite a handful, did you see the numerous times she made Weasley boil like a kettle?" Draco asked, laughing at the memories of Ron's angry expressions.
"It was enjoyable indeed. Have you decided when to enter the 'monde imaginaire'?" Blaise asked curiously.
"After our celebration of the successful making of the potion." Draco dully explained.
"Ah…so you're savouring the moments before you must act prince charming for her to fall in love with you?" Blaise asked, entertained.
Draco shot him a slight glare. "Com'on! One last drink before I must be Mr. Perfect!"
"Alrighty!" Blaise replies, as the two smashes their glasses together. "Meanwhile you're gone, I'll do something about little miss. Friermen…" Blaise finished as he and Draco both smirked.
"Your highness, the queen has asked for you to dine with the royal guest now." A maid dressed in a classic servant's suit greeted Ginny.
"H-highness?" Ginny stumbles with her words.
"Yes, of course, your highness." The maid said.
"Who am I?" Ginny gasped, stepping back from the maid.
"The Princess, of course." The maid dully told Ginny.
"P-p-princess?" Ginny stuttered.
"Now stop being ridiculous now, your highness if you don't mind me saying, you must get dress now." The maid ushered Ginny behind a wide screen and started to dress her.
"I can dress myself!" Ginny protested.
"Don't be so daft now, you mustn't be late. The prince is waiting to dine with you, your highness." The maid scolded annoyed, as she tightened Ginny's corset, and forcing her into a petticoat.
"C-can't breath…" Ginny gasps.
"No can do, your highness, and besides, you've worn a corset before-" The maid started.
"I have?" Ginny asked, surprised.
"Every day at the palace yes." The maid dully responded.
Ginny didn't dare ask another question as a few other maids enter what was supposed to be her room and started to fix her hair in a fancy updo while the other tightened her corset more, straighten her petticoat, put jewellery on her and did her make-up. Ginny had never been bothered by so many people in her life, and in truth, the corset was crushing her rib cages.
When they finished getting her dressed, they allowed her to look at her reflection on the wall-sized mirror in her room as they gently and placidly placed the tiara over her head. The girl she saw in the mirror astounded her, it could not be her! The girl in the mirror looked like royalty…yet…it was her. Before she could manage to utter her word, she was lead out of the room and into the long and deserted corridors.
As she admired the engravings and tapestries in the hallway and the red velvet carpet on the floor, she was once again ushered to go at a faster pace to prevent herself from being late. The maids led her to intimidating huge wooden doors with real jewels melted into it, and as the doors slowly open. Sitting at the farthest end of the golden rectangular table sitting was the king and the queen in jewel embraced crowns talking with another king and queen. And besiding them, looking at me directly in the end with his intense gaze was Draco Malfoy with a crown on his head.
"That's the prince."
Yes, took me quite a while to update, but i was sorta having a bit of a writer's block. But now, i'm fully back on track and i would REALLY appreciate if you readers would review more...Anyways...it'll b quite a while before i update again, so i hope you savoured this chappy and btw, what do you think will happen next? Cheers;)