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Chapter 12: Interrogations

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.."

"Ginny, take a fucking chill pill!" Stephanie yelled, stopping her friend in the middle of the hallway.

Ginny felt horrible, because of what happened, and was also afraid of what was to come. 'What would Ron say to her? I mean, she had warned a Malfoy! That's just not something a Weasley does.' "I am so bloody sorry for being worried! Excuse me for actually caring about your cousin!" Ginny snapped back.

Stephanie sighed. "The prat deserved what he got. And I do care about him," she argued, "but what he did to you wasn't right."

"Maybe. I don't know...it's just, what is everyone going to say to me, huh? I helped out Malfoy! I am not supposed to help him, I'm supposed to help Harry or my brother...not him!" Ginny said helplessly.

"Gin, it will be ok. Nobody will question you about your actions," Stephanie assured.

Ginny stared at her like she was crazy. "Um, hello, are we forgetting Ron?"

Stephanie smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry, but anyone besides him won't, because they know better. You.."

"Yes, but there's Harry and Hermione as well," Ginny interrupted.

"Ok, whatever." Stephanie rolled her eyes. "The point is, is that you don't have to answer to them. Ginny, you are your own person, and it's time to stop acting like the little sister."

Ginny thought about this. Stephanie was right, she was tired of being the little girl who's life was controlled by the trio. "You know, I think this is the only sense you've ever made your entire life."

Stephanie snorted. "Yeah and every other thing I've ever told you." She turned serious. "Ginny, what if Draco asks you why you warned him?"

Ginny looked scared again. "You think he'll ask me?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, you never know what's going through that warped brain of his."

"Well, what am I going to say if he asks me?"

"Pssh, I don't bloody know what you should say. But I know for a fact that you shouldn't tell him the truth."

"And what do you think the truth is?" asked Ginny, curiously.

"I think you care about my cousin way to much. Maybe even more than me, come to think of it." Stephanie said. "Look, if he asks you, all you have to do is lie to him."

"Steph, you know I can't lie worth a shit," Ginny whined.

"Well, he doesn't know that," Stephanie replied.

Walking into the common room, Ginny came face to face with Ron and Harry. Hermione seemed confused as to what she should do, so she sat on the couch near the roaring fire.

Ginny sighed. "See, this is the reason I stayed out so late. I don't have time for you interrogations, because I'm tired and I want to go to sleep."

Ron and Harry looked shocked at her boldness. "Ginny, we only wanted to know why you helped out Malfoy," Harry spoke out.

She turned to him and acted surprised. "Oh, really? I never would've guessed."

"Yeah, Gin, that's all." Ron said, oblivious.

Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes at his stupidity.

"That's all? That's all! Ron, don't be stupid, I don't have to answer to you!" She turned to Harry. "Or you either for that matter. I don't need anybody questioning my actions, I am not a little girl!" she cried.

Ron's face had become flushed at the word stupid. "Hey, I am not stupid! And what kind of Weasley are you anyway? Helping out a bloody Malfoy!" he screamed.

Hermione and Harry winced at this. All of the Weasleys had very bad tempers and Ginny was known for having the worst.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Ginny yelled, clenching her fists at her sides. "You think that just because I might have saved somebody's life, that makes me a bad person?" she demanded.

"Ginny, it was a Malf..." Harry trailed off as Hermione shook her head, clearly a warning that said 'leave it alone.'

Ron's face now resembled a tomato and Ginny seemed to be trying not to beat the shit out of his now tomato face.

"Ginny, you know that a Weasley wouldn't ever do what you just did," Ron replied, shaking with anger. "You shouldn't have helped that stupid little ferret."

"Oh, so you are telling me that the right thing to do is to let him fall to his death?"

"Yes!" he screamed angrily, not thinking clearly.

"Ron!" Hermione intercepted, "No matter what he has done to us in the past, or even what he does to us in the future, it is not enough to sentence him to death."

"How can you take up for someone like that? He's probably a Death Eater, Mione!"

"I am not taking up for him, Ron. I am just merely stating that we shouldn't wish death upon someone."

"Well we do," Harry said quietly.

The other three turned their attention to him. "We wish death upon Voldemort, right?" he asked quietly.

Ron winced at the name and the two girls remained quiet. "Ron, why are you mad at Ginny for helping someone? I mean at least he isn't Voldermort...and bloody hell would you stop wincing at his name?"

"Harry, you don't understand. The Weasleys and Malfoys have never gotten along and never will!" He pointed to his sister. "And her helping him out, shows how immature she really is."

Ginny began to quiver, anger radiating off her in waves. "You have no right to call me immature. If anything, it's you that's immature! 'Ohh, Gin, you can't hang out with Stephanie because she's an evil Slytherin and, ohh you can't save someone's life,' she mimicked him. "No, you aren't immature... you.. are.. just. PLAIN. STUPID!"

"Yes, because I'm the one who saved Malfoy's sorry ass," Ron said sarcastically, burning up with anger.

"I didn't save him!" Ginny yelled.

"Sure you didn't." Ron smirked. "You know, I think we should tell mum and dad about this and see how they feel."

Ginny screamed, "I don't bloody care! You go right ahead and do that, but I am not about to feel bad for almost saving someone's life."

Seamus came bounding down the stairs in his pajamas. "Hey, what's going on? It's 3:00 in the morning," he smiled sleepily, "Hey, are you still celebrating? Everyone went to bed like two hours ago. I didn't know you were this excited that we won the match."

Hermione gave Seamus a small smile and grabbed Ginny's arm. "Come on, Gin, we should go get some sleep, we do have classes tomorrow."

Ron tried to say good night to his girlfriend, but she ignored him.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" Seamus asked, confused.

2 DAYS LATER:

Draco groaned as he opened his eyes. His head was pounding and he could feel the throbbing pressure on his skull. Memories of the quidditch match flashed through his mind. 'Why did Weasley warn me? Wouldn't she have loved to see me fall to my death?'

"Oh good, you're awake."

Draco jumped and was surprised to find his cousin sitting in a chair next to his bed. He scowled at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came to see how my favorite cousin was doing...you know, you don't look to good," she said, smirking slightly.

"Yeah and I don't feel so good either."

Stephanie seemed shocked. "Did Draco Malfoy just admit that he didn't look good? Do my ears decieve me?" She put her hand up to his forehead and he pushed it away. "Sorry, I wanted to know if you had a fever, because you're acting downright strange."

He tuned out her talking. He couldn't get over the fact that a Weasley helped a Malfoy. Why did she do it?

"Why did she do what?" Stephanie broke him from his thoughts.

He blinked. "What?"

"You said, 'why did she do that,' and I asked you, 'why did she do what?"

"Nothing...I didn't mean to talk out loud," he replied, running a hand through his hair.

Stephanie smirked. "Is Drakie thinking of Ginny?"

"No," he snorted.

"Whatever."

Draco paused. Stephanie and Weasley were good friends and they definitely would've talked about the events of...wait how long ago was it?

"Steph, how long have I been out?"

"Two days."

"Oh."

A few minutes went by and then the girl became annoyed at the silence. "Draco, why don't you just ask me?"

He was brought out of his thoughts again. "What?"

She sighed. "I said, 'why don't you just ask me."

He wanted to ask her, but then she might think something of it. Another three minutes of silence passed and his curiosity got the best of him. "Ok, why did she do it?"

Stephanie smiled at her success. "You mean, why did Ginny warn you?"

He nodded.

"I don't know."

He looked at her with disbelief. "You don't know?"

"Well I do, but I think that you should ask her yourself," she smirked evilly.

He cocked an eyebrow. "What are you up to?"

She smiled. "Nothing."

"You are related to the Malfoys. We are evil, which means you are evil, which means you are up to something," he drawled.

She growled at him. "I am not evil, and I'm nothing like the Malfoys, and never will be."

"You're right," She looked at him with shock once again, "but you're still up to something," he replied.

"Think what you want," she said, acting bored.

"I will."

"Fine."

"Fine." He smirked.

"Ugh, whatever. Like I said, if you want to know why she did it, all you have to do is ask her."

"Maybe I will."

"Good."

"Alright."

"Ok, I am going to go to class now," Stephanie said, getting her things together. "Are you getting out today?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen Pomfrey yet. Shouldn't she have been in here by now?"

"Yeah, I guess. Do you want me to get her on my way out?"

"Yeah, I 'm already tired of this shitty hospital wing."

Stephanie left his room and walked towards Madame Pomfrey's office. Knocking on the door she was surprised to see her best friend open it. "Ginny! What are you doing in here?"

Ginny lifted up her bloodied hand to her friend and Stephanie gasped, "What happened?"

"I knocked acid onto my hand."

Stephanie knew she was lying. "Ginny, what really happened?" she asked her knowingly.

"I took my anger out on the wall," Ginny admitted, laughing bitterly.

Stephanie's eyes widened. "Now why would you do something as stupid as that?"

"Actually, I was aiming for Ron and he moved."

"Oh, well, that's a better answer," Stephanie joked. "So, what did he do this time? Call you a slut, threaten to blackmail you, or ask you about my cousin again?"

"None of the above," Ginny said. "He asked me if I was having sex with Malfoy."

Stephanie squeaked. "He what? Why, I thought he was the stupid one."

Ginny glared at her. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing." Stephanie smiled to herself. "What did he say exactly?"

"I don't really remember..something about if you save a Malfoy then you could be fucking him as well."

Her eyes widened. "He didn't!"

"Yes, he did."

"Ha, I didn't know he had it in him," Stephanie praised.

Ginny started to glare at her again.

"Hmm, anyway.. where is Madame Pomfrey?" Stephanie asked.

"She told me to wait here, because she had to go get the ointment for my hand. Why do you want to know?"

"Oh, umm, Draco woke up."

Ginny gasped. "He just now woke up?"

"Yeah."

"He was out for two days?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, maybe because I didn't want you to worry and plus you would drive me insane with all of your bloody nagging," Stephanie said.

Ginny scoffed. "I wouldn't have, so uhh, is he ok now?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about the dumbass, he'll be just fine," Stephanie claimed.

"Did he say anything about what happened the other day?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"He asked if I knew why you warned him."

"Well what did you say?" Ginny asked impatiently.

"I said that I didn't know, and that if he wanted to know, he should ask you himself."

"What?" Ginny asked with a shriek. "Why the hell did you say that?"

"Because you're the only one who can answer that question," Stephanie said slowly as if explaining to a child.

"You could've lied to him! You know that I can't lie to anyone!" Ginny protested.

"Draco doesn't know that."

Ginny pouted. "Fine, but I'm still mad at you."

"Okay," Stephanie replied, not believing a word she just said.

"Who the bloody hell is shrieking so damn loud?"

Stephanie and Ginny yelped at the sudden sound of Draco's voice.

He narrowed his icy eyes at Ginny. "Oh, it's you."

Ginny looked at him with hate filled eyes. "Yes, it's me," she spat out. "Ugh where the HELL is Madame Pomfrey?"

"Well Ginny.. I'm so sorry, but I do have to get going, don't want to be late for class," Stephanie said, waving her potions kit in the air.

"No, please don't..." Ginny started, but she was already gone.

Draco smirked at her and she sighed, "Would you stop smirking at me? It is the most annoying thing in the world."

"Well that makes it even better then," he said, leaning against the door post.

This scene was all to familiar for Ginny's liking. She started to walk through the door, but Draco grabbed her arm. She slowly brought her eyes down to his hand and back up to his face. His eyes seemed different somehow, lighter than usual.

Draco titled his head to the side and gave her a curious stare. "Why did you warn me, Weasley?"

"I don't know," she replied in a whisper.

He searched her eyes. "You do know."

"I don't." She pulled her arm away, but held eye contact.

"You are a very confusing girl." Draco shook his head. "I practically jumped you a week ago and now you almost save my life. Why do you do that?"

It was her turn to be confused. "Do what?" Ginny asked.

"Save a person that you hate."

Ginny looked him straight in the eye. "It doesn't matter who you are, or what you are, or even what person you will become. You don't deserve to die because of a game," she explained quietly.

"It doesn't matter who you are, or what you are, or even what person you will become ou don't deserve to die because of a game

"Isn't that what this is, anyway? A game?" Draco asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"This war, between good and evil, Voldemort and Potter, black and white. You and me," he added softly. "We are all pawns in this little world...nothing more."

Ginny shook her head violenty. "You're wrong. I am no pawn. I fight for what I believe in, but I'm not a slave to anyone or anything," she said with passion. "You choose who you want to be, no one else can do it for you."

"Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Weasley, there you are," Madame Pomfrey said, breaking off their conversation. "Mr. Malfoy, you should be on your way to class by now," she scolded. "And Miss. Weasley, here is the antidote for your hand." She handed her a small veil of green liquid. "Just drink it and that should clear it right up."

"Thank you," Ginny replied and found that Malfoy had already gone. Drinking the liquid and throwing it into the bin, she headed to Potions.

Hello people! I know that wasn't enough d/g, but I am not about to rush into anything..I already have this story all figured out. I hope you loved this chapter..I made it a little longer than the last one!

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