The next two days went by quickly. I was a little less sad for some reason. I got along with everyone and actually talked to people, which was a big improvement for me at the time. On the last night of summer, me, Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat outside looking at the stars and talking about the upcoming year. None of us knew what was going to happen. Now that I have gone through everything, I just wish I could go back. Go back to the time when I knew everything, well, the things I needed to know. When I was younger everything was so much easier. It was either black or white. But then somehow…gray came into play. Gray-what I've known my whole life to be wrong, but did anyway, and felt so right. The hours we spent that night…oh I wish I could've sat there forever. I was with the people I loved. I felt right.
I woke up the next day to an empty silent room. Obviously Hermione had already gotten up. So slowly and somberly I got out of bed, put on some clothes, and left my bedroom. As I walked down the stairs, Harry came racing behind me and said a quick, "Hi Ginny" and cut in front of me heading towards the kitchen. As he turned a corner, I saw a piece of parchment grasped tightly in his hand. Mildly interested, I hurried my steps a little, walked into the kitchen, and took in the scene in front of me.
Harry and Ron were looking at the paper (which looked like a letter) with awe, while Hermione, who was sitting across from Ron, rolled her eyes as she ate her breakfast. Sitting down next to her, I quietly whispered, "Who's the letter from?" Hermione gave a sarcastic laugh.
"That Heather girl. I don't even know why Harry is obsessing over her. She wasn't even that pretty." Hermione said not careful to keep her voice down. Harry and Ron looked up from the letter and were speechless. Finally, Harry got out some words.
"Hermione! How in the world can you say that! She was...how do you say…hot." He said as Ron nodded his head urgently at his side. Hermione turned her focus to Ron and gave him the evil eye at which Ron's face paled and he stuttered, "But you are much more pretty honey." All of us laughed, though luckily, no one could tell mine was a fake laugh.
That Heather girl. That STUPID Heather girl. I hated her. She was taking Harry away from me. I would never have a chance with him now! He was so infatuated with that little- Okay, I'm sorry, but at the time I was outraged.
After breakfast, we got all of our things into the car. I was in my room packing all my last minute items when it happened. I was putting my journal in my backpack when all of a sudden I hear this pop. I turned around and standing there looking very confused was-
"Draco!" she nearly yelled, "What are you-" I put my hand over her mouth and looked around her small room. I had no idea why I was at the Weasley house. I had been in my room thinking…oh no. I realized then that the last thought going through my mind had been, "Oh great I'm going to have to see Ginny again." Yes…Ginny. It was weird thinking of her as Ginny and not Weaselette. After a few moments I took my hand off her mouth and she looked at me terrified and awkward. A few seconds later she broke the silence…
"Draco? Umm…what are you doing here?" I didn't want to say that I had been thinking about her so I made up a quick lie, "I don't know. I'm new at the apparating thing. Well I better go." But right as I was about to apparate to King's Cross Station she said, "Want a ride?" To be honest, I really did want a ride. I didn't want to be alone at the moment. But I knew what I had to say.
"No that's okay. I-I don't think your brother or any of your family for that matter would like it. I'll see you on the train. Goodbye Weas-Ginny." And with that I gave her a small, weak smile and left.
I stood there for a moment, still shocked about what had just happened. I thought about the incident and then hit my forehead hard with the palm of my hand. Why did I have to be sooooo stupid! I heaved a great sigh and picked up my bag with all my stuff to do on the train. I looked once more at my room, and left closing the door behind me.
"What's eating you Ginny?" Harry asked as we walked into King's Cross Station. I tried to hide my smile. He was caring about me. That felt good. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I knew I couldn't. No one could know. Draco and I's relationship was a secret. Hey, maybe I was kidding myself. We probably didn't have a relationship…or so I thought.
"Oh, nothing. This whole different house thing, I-I don't know. I hope I don't go to Slytherin." I said trying to hold back the truth. Harry looked in my eyes, and I could tell he knew I was lying. I didn't want people worried about me, for I knew they would automatically if I told them what was really bothering me. Nevertheless, he smiled and patted me on the back saying, "Don't worry Gin. You'll be fine no matter what house you go to." Sure Harry, whatever you say, I thought to myself as we walked into Platform 9 ¾.
