A/N: This story is as if Hp and the HBP never happened. I wrote this story Christmas day, but I've been busy. So it's kind of sappy and weird but that's how I feel on x-mas. Enjoy it and please review?
Chapter 5
Ginny stumbled back on hearing his voice, this was how he had spoken to her on the night he had found her crying.
So gentle but firm. There was no hate in what he said, not in his voice nor words.
Flashback
Running never felt so good. Her long mahogany hair whipping against her back as her feet pounded on the pavement and tears fell from her eyes. Her pj pants were thin against the cold night air. The moon shone on the girl running far from anything, head bent down.
The Burrow was in the distance. She had just gotten home from School and already the family was ignoring her, instead they were discussing Potter and his stupid adventure and decision not to return to school. Harry needed help he was only 16, not yet even. Why did he have to act so grown up! Couldn't he just back away and plan his own secret attack rather than take off and go find it himself. Argh! All she wanted was a peaceful relationship with him. She just wanted to scream.
She entered the park in which she had come to. It was a muggle park but it had no difference. She liked how you could use the swing manually, meaning she could get her own speed and height. Not like the wizarding parks where the swings were enchanted to one speed and to reach a certain height. To ensure safety.. whatever.
Ginevra sat on a cold wooden bench staring into the black of the night. She watched as cars drove up and down the street. She cried over Harry Potter, and she cried over her family, she cried over her friends, over her life, the war, her world. "I wonder if they even know I've left the Burrow? Climbed out my window and ran. Probably not they could be talking about stupid Potter all night." She hissed to herself.
She looked pathetic in green pj bottoms and a red t-shirt that tugged on her upper body. She had saved up enough money to be able to buy such an outfit. From afar it looked like it was Christmas and she was crying over what she didn't get.
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A blonde walked out of his mansion with similar problems. Not once had his father congratulated him on his studies but instead on what the hell Potter did all year. He wasn't one to cry, instead he walked calmly to a park far from where anyone he knew could bother him. When he got there he looked at the back of a small red head pity herself in tears as she sat delicately on a bench.
Then he heard her hiss an angry statement to the air,"I wonder if they even know I've left the Burrow? Climbed out my window and ran. Probably not they could be talking about stupid Potter all night."
Then realization came over him and he smirked, it was Weasley. But he didn't feel the need to taunt her, instead he watched her tremble in her little outfit that looked far more ridiculous than anything he'd see one of his friends wear. He thought back and decided it was much better than hand-me-down robes from boys. Besides the shirt did show her great curves. He couldn't stand watching her fall apart when he wanted to do the exact same. With his hands in his pockets he walked towards her and around the bench.
"You need help just as much as I do Weasley."
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There was no hate on the word 'Weasley' but reassurance instead.
He took a seat beside her as she looked up she didn't see that Draco Malfoy from school. Instead she saw a guy who actually had a heart, she just found it hard to put Malfoy and Heart together. However it was the warmth of his cloak that he placed around her that helped her feel at ease. For feeling so small all the time, she had this feeling of hope that maybe she didn't always have to be the baby.
End of flashback
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He looked at her silky hair and beautifully built body. He was scared that she had changed. She seemed so far away but she was standing right here in front of him. It was confusing the way she could twist his heart without even realising she had done anything at all just like every nasty thing he meant to say came out so gentle and caring. He was completely different around the most clueless girl in his life.
He watched her back away and he just stood there casually, hands in his pockets. He seemed to do that a lot.
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'His hair is ruffled,' Ginny thought nervously. ' I can't stand it when his hair is ruffled. It's too tempting.'
She had to find a way out of here, he's not even supposed to be in her life. She's supposed to die alone and lonely. Suddenly she remembered her accident with the vase. Ginny crossed her arms (digging her nail into the palm of her hand to create a small cut, big enough to bleed), when a pretend shock of pain shot through her body. "Ow," she whimpered falsely. Malfoy crossed over to her with a look of worry on his face. The look on her face gave her a hard time not to laugh.
The feeling when he laid her hand in his palm, sent shivers through her body. The smell of his cologne wafted up her nose again, this time however, she looked away. "I'm going to get a band-aid Weasley. I WILL be right back." He gave her a look that parents give their kids when they're lying.
Ginny could feel her face heat up from her lie and that look he had just given her. But covered it up quickly by scowling. He raised his eyebrow then slowly walked towards the door. Ginny, leaning on the table, broke her act and asked him quickly, " Aren't you worried I'll leave?"
Malfoy looked at her skeptically, "No. I think you'll be fine." Then walked out the door.
When the door closed it gave a soft click as she rushed towards it. She tugged on the door knob but it wouldn't open. " Dammit Ginny, of course he locked it, probably put a silence charm on it to. Just cause you don't do magic doesn't mean he doesn't," she scolded herself.
The temperature seemed hotter than before. The thought of magic around her, suffocating her in this room is what did it. First she found it difficult to breath, then she began to turn red. Just the thought of the magical bindings, not letting her escape, taunting her. Even if she did have her wand with her it wouldn't have done any good. This just wasn't something she liked to do. It only took a minute before she collapsed.
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When Malfoy got back he saw her on the floor. He could've guessed that she had tried to get out, and at realising she was surrounded by magic she felt trapped. He rolled his eyes and quietly placed the band-aid on the cut in her palm. He could've guessed what had happened to her but he didn't need to, the necklace was still sitting peacefully around her neck. He felt guilty for entering her thoughts, it's just that she wasn't willing to talk. And by the look of her lying on the ground and her thoughts, he didn't think she had changed one bit, no matter how much she wanted to.
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She wasn't unconscious for long, or so she thought. When she got up she wasn't in the stiff smelling boardroom anymore, instead she was layed down on a very plush couch. She sat up and looked around. She knew this couch it was a replica of the ones in the lobby. But she wasn't in the lobby. 'Oh God, I'm in Malfoy's suite. This isn't good.'
"What's so bad about it Weasley, I Couldn't just leave you laying on a stiff carpet floor, unconscious." Ginny spun around to see Malfoy sitting casually on a bar stool looking at the window across from her. Ginny rolled her eyes. She had forgotten that he could read her thoughts.
For the first time she looked at his clothes. He didn't seemed bothered by the fact that he was wearing muggle clothing. She didn't think much of it at all either, he did, after all, look very sophisticated and handsome in them. He wore a pair of black jeans and a crimson red and white t-shirt. His hair was still messed up but Ginny tried to ignore that.
"Would you stop doing that? I don't know how you can do that but I would like to have at least some privacy you know." She grumbled to him.
" Then take the necklace off." He paused, "I really don't want you to hate me Weasley. You living with muggles on different land than Britain without a care about it. You know damn well that there's no one here for you and yet back home you have that overly populated family of yours and well, me." This time he looked her in the eyes.
Surprised at his little speach she fell silent and challenged him by looking directly into his eyes. Breaking the silence and tension, Ginny whispered just loud enough for him to hear, "First, why call me Weasley out loud yet call me Ginevra in your letter? Second it's so typical of you to hand me an enchanted neckless just to hear me think, thirdly, thanks for insulting my family, and fourthly I'm doing just fine moving on from the past, in fact, I was already starting to forget you people." Then she took in the last part and her eyes got wide, "I have you?...". It was barely a whisper.
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"You hungry?" he asked ignoring her question.
He jumped off the stool and headed towards the kitchen. He hadn't meant to tell her, it just came out with the rest of it. He didn't even know he was there for her. But lately he was starting to see that she had grown on him. Heck, even he thought he had forgotten her after she never came back from graduation. Then, he came here, six years later, to escape the screaming girls, and press, only to run into his heart.
Run into his heart? What was he, going soft? He never lost his heart to begin with. Then why was it that every time that girl walks into the room he feels more complete... 'Because your losing your mind you idiot' He scolded himself.
A minute later he returned with a glass of water. She wasn't laying on the couch anymore, instead she was standing by the wide window over-looking the city and the necklace had been thrown carelessly on the floor. He groaned "Weasley, I did not find that necklace at the dollar store."
" Then why bother buying it?" She sighed.
Malfoy ignored her and took a look out the window himself, taking a seat in a leather chair just to the right of the couch. Outside it was growing late and the sun was just beginning to set, leaving the town filled with the glow of orange/pink/red/and purple. Suddenly he remembered their evenings shared watching the sun set together before both departing their separate ways. They shared all kinds of secrets they wouldn't tell any of their friends, they were like each others diary. He recalled the way she danced about to music and talked excitedly about a party she was attending. Then he hadn't thought anything of it but he took a certain liking to it now.
She broke the peaceful silence filled with thoughts by exclaiming that she could see her apartment window from here.
"How nice Weasley. Youlive close to work." He drawled pretending to pay close attention to thenewspaper that lay on his coffee table.
"You drag me here unconscious because you don't want me to lay on a hard rug in a stuffy boardroom yet you continue to call me Weasley. Here I am trying to make a conversation and you seem more interested in the cover of that ruddy newspaper. And the reason I live close to work is because I can't apparate very well and I don't like the subway," she huffed.
Malfoy lifted his gaze, suddenly saying the word Ginny was much more easy on paper. "Okay Ginny, what would you like to do? Go for coffee perhaps? A walk in the park? Sit here and talk? Or how about lets read each others thoughts..." He smirked. He honestly had no idea what to do, people were always trying to entertain him, it was awkward having to try and entertain someone, especially when that someone was her.
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The sun had set and street lights were beginning to illuminate the streets. She turned her back to the window and took in the room she stood before. It was a typical suite, filled with gold and silver accents along rich wood counters and furniture matching the dark leathered seats.
She hated Malfoy and the stupid comment he had just said. Tomorrow was Saturday and she was already exhausted from this little evening with him. Oh she longed to get into open air and be able to breath. He had no right to bring her to his very impressive suite. Her apartment was not even half this size. She was surprised to feel tears spilling down from her eyes. She turned from Malfoy and headed directly for the door.
She didn't know whether to feel insulted or not at his comment, or why the hell she was even crying in the first place. But it didn't take her long to get from the suite to the lobby. She didn't bother saying bye to Malfoy when she left or even nod towards Diane who took the evening shift as receptionist.
Today was too much for her to handle, the magic, the conversation, the hurt. Ginny wasn't the strongest person she let everyone make her out to be. She made forgetting her whole past seem so easy but it had broken her heart to burn all the pictures and move on. She especially missed Ron, he looked so betrayed when she had left and she wanted nothing more than to make amends. Hermione was engaged to him now, at least that's what she had read. Harry's death had probably brought them closer together, and all those glances they had given each other in her fifth year.
When she opened the door to her apartment there was a letter sitting perfectly in the middle of her kitchen table. Hesitantly she lifted it up to see Ginny neatly scrawled over the surface. No one had a key to her apartment so she knew that it had to be from a witch or wizard. Her Hands began to shake nervously as she opened the envelope. She steadily pulled out an invitation to her brothers wedding, speaking of their relationship. Along with the card came a long letter from Hermione. Ginny couldn't decide whetherto breath or not. She wanted nothing more than to burn it all, but she was curious, of course she had no intention of accepting their invitation but she wanted to know what Ron had to say about all this, and what Hermione had to tell.
Falling onto her bed she decided to read it another day. She faced more than she needed to today. It was more than she could handle, all this moving on and in one day she was already turning around against her will. Whatever was happening she didn't like it. She didn't like seeing Malfoy(much less talking to him), nor an invitation to an event that carries everything from her past. She was sure to have nightmares tonight.
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