He was standing outside, who wouldn't be on a day like this? It was gorgeous, and would have been sweltering hot had it not been for the presence of the cool spring breeze.
He was standing, leaning against an oak tree, not far from where Ginny was. He was mostly covered in the shadows of the tree, but the few rays of light that managed to grace his skin made him appear nothing but ethereal.
Ginny was suddenly filled with a sudden longing for him. To reach out and touch him would be heaven. She couldn't touch him though. She could never be with him. He wasn't what anyone would call "her type". Meaning he was rich, powerful, and no doubt incredibly evil.
She followed the trail that led from his eyes to—
To her. Ginny felt a surge of jealously flare up inside of her. Followed by an immense wave of guilt. Merlin knows she loved Hermione, but how could she not realize that Malfoy was head over heels for her? She was too caught up in Ginny's brother. The thought of them together was cute and sickening to Ginny all at the same time. It made her happy that her brother was happy…it was just…
Hermione was all about Ron, and damn the rest of the world. She should be so lucky as to have someone like Malfoy pining for her.
Ginny sighed and sat down on the steps that led up to the castle. She watched as Malfoy slowly turned away, looked back once more and headed up for the school.
How ironic. Malfoy in love with Hermione and Ginny in love with Malfoy. Ginny held her breath as the object of her every desires walked passed her.
Come on…it's not too late…
"Malfoy." She barely heard herself say the name, but the boy stopped and turned around to face her. Ginny stood and closed the gap between them. "Maybe…sometime this summer we could…I dunno…hang out or something, you know? I mean before…" Ginny let the sentence die in the air and watched Malfoy's face.
He didn't laugh. He didn't smirk, or scorn, or do anything characteristically Malfoyish. He simply looked at Ginny, glanced down to the lake and replied: "I don't think so, Weasley…thanks for the offer though."
Ginny nodded in a haze as Malfoy departed. She wandered around the grounds for awhile, not aware of where her feet were taking her or what she was doing until there was a scream and Ginny was splashed with water.
"Ginny!"
"Ginny! What the bloody hell did you do that for!" Her brother asked her wildly. Ginny looked from him to Hermione, who was trying to use the giant rocks to pull herself out of the lake.
He hit the water two split seconds later.
Well…Ginny was a bit P.Oed, you think? I know I said there wasn't going to be a sequel to this, but this is it, just because a long time ago I thought it would be ironic if a Gryffindor was pining for a Slytherin who was pining for a Gryffindor. Ta ta then
