Exchange Trip

Chapter 18- The Blue Room

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"We're stuck in this…. Um…. Room," Ginny said looking around. This room was odd. It was mostly blue (hence the name the "Blue Room"). It had blue couches and a blue fireplace (with real blue fire!) and a blue book case. Ginny might have enjoyed it, if she wasn't stuck in it with her ex-boyfriend.

"Yeah, I guess we are," Draco said, also looking around the room. He grabbed an interesting looking book, "Famous Quidditch Stars of the 1800's" (a/n sorry to those of you who read "Quidditch Through the Ages", I'm not sure if the book matches up, but I don't own it, sorry), then sat down on the couch and began reading. A few minutes later Ginny sat down on the couch as well.

After about ten minutes of sitting on the couch doing nothing, Ginny said, "Draco can we talk? Not about us, I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about that yet. But something, anything"

"Ok…. Did you get me the Quidditch book?"

"I was going to get you a Quidditch book, the one you received actually, but I wasn't sure weather or not to, and before I could decide it was stolen."

"Oh, I almost gave you that ring, but then we broke up and the ring was stolen too." It took a minute or two but then Ginny and Draco got it.

"Blaise," they both said at once.

"And Jess," Ginny said.

"They're really pushing it," Draco said. "Why would they think that that was ok?"

"Maybe they thought they were helping. You never know."

"Helping? Helping by making me freak on Christmas Eve because I couldn't find that ring? Helping by interfering with our relationship? Helping by forcing us to be together while we were fighting, which I found annoying because you wouldn't apologize and I didn't know what to say to you? You call that helping?"

"I didn't apologize to you? Excuse me. I wasn't in the wrong, I didn't jump to conclusions, thank you very much."

"Oh, I was in the wrong then? I'm always in the wrong. With your brother, you, Potter, your family, even Blaise. It's not my fault. This wasn't my fault."

"It certainly wasn't mine. So if you're implying that it is your wrong. Yes, wrong again. Draco did you ever consider that maybe the reason that you're always considered wrong is because you're always in the wrong. I don't false accuse people, you do, you always do, you always will." With that Ginny got up from the couch grabbed a book off the shelf went to the furthest corner from Draco, sat down, and began to read.

'Who does she think she is?' Draco thought. 'Maybe I am wrong about this, but if anybody false accuses people it's her brother, Potter, Granger, and that gang. She used to think that I was some Death Eater guy, didn't she?' Draco thought back to when they were on the plane.

Flashback

"Malfoy, I never said that I hate you. I don't hate people I don't know. I hate what you stand for. What your father stands for, what Voldemort stands for."

"What exactly do I stand for Red?"

"You know, the whole, I'm an evil git and I worship the dark arts, and Voldemort, or the support of Voldemort."

"I don't stand for Voldemort, I never have. Ok, maybe when I was little, but ever since I've been old enough to know better I've always chosen the light side over dark."

"Then why keep up the charade?"

"Why? Because, my father would have my head if I didn't. I would be disowned, and loose all the fortune I need to help out. And maybe bribe the Ministry to the good side, like helping orphans." Ginny laughed.

"Helping orphans? How does that fit into your dream job?"

"It doesn't. But if there's another Potter out there that's an orphan, we need to keep them hole don't we?"

"Yes," Ginny said. "What is your dream job?"

"Professional Quidditch player."

End flashback

She didn't ever think he was death eatery, she thought that's what he stood for. 'I'm not apologizing. I don't do that. She has to. But boy do I miss her. Miss talking to her, miss knowing that she was there for me, miss her knowing that I can joke about things like her brother, miss her…. Kisses'

Ginny looked out the window it was dark. 'How long is Blaise going to keep us there. Did he really think that this would help us? He knows Draco, he knows me. We don't apologize easily. How could he think that this would work out? Besides I'm hungry, isn't it dinner time?'

Just as Ginny thought that dinner appeared on the blue coffee table. Draco looked up from his book, saw the meal and grabbed a plate. Ginny went over grabbed a plate and sat on the blue loveseat. She began eating, determined not to look at Draco for at all. She felt him looking at her, was that a good thing?

"What do you want?" Ginny snapped.

"Nothing," Draco said, then he mumbled "From you."

"Fine. If I can't help you refrain from staring at me, it gives me the heeby geebys." Draco snickered. He never laughed anymore. He hadn't laughed since he broke up with Ginny. He wondered that if he couldn't bear to live without her why he didn't just get back together with her. Maybe it was because he was afraid of rejection, afraid that she didn't like him anymore. Then what would he do?

Why does she have to be so stubborn? Could she at least in the smallest way show him that she still cared? It wasn't that hard, was it?

Draco got up, tried of having inner battles, and began to walk over the loveseat when all of a sudden the coffee table came to live and began biting and scratching Draco's clothes and legs and arms.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Draco screamed in pain. For about a minute Ginny sat in surprise and awe. She finally got up and transfigured the coffee table into a toilet paper roll and shoved it into the nearest wastebasket.

"Are you ok?"

"Fine, fine," Draco said. "Actually, no I'm not. I'm bleeding I have a headache, I can't live without you, it's tearing me apart and I'm sorry." Ginny looked at him in disbelief. Did he seriously just say that?

"What?" Ginny said, still in disbelief.

"I'm sorry," Draco said. He back got up, walked over to her, pulled her up, and kissed her right then and there.

"I'm sorry too, Draco," Ginny said after they were done.

"Let's see if we can get out of this place."

They went over to the door and found that it was unlocked. They opened the door and something possessed Ginny to look up. Then she saw it, mistletoe.