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Chapter 5: Chances Taken Part A
Sighing, Ginny closed the door behind her. It had been a long night at the bar with a drunken group demanding more Fire whiskey every minute.
Not to mention Malfoy making up some ridiculous story about knowing where Harry was.
Well, maybe it wasn't ridiculous. Malfoy hadn't even told her where he thought Harry was so it might be reasonable. But it may still be a lie.
Oh, who was she kidding? The thought just kept slipping away from her as she dearly wished for it not to be true. Harry was dead and she just had to face it.
No matter how hard it was to believe.
THE NEXT DAY . . .
"Ginny!" there was an impatient knock on the door. "Gin! Come on Ginny, let me in! There is something bothering you and I want to know what!" when there was still non answer or sign of movement from inside the apartment, Hermione reached into her pocket for her wand. "Ginny if you do not open the door this instant, I swear I will blast it off its hinges…!"
"Then you'd have to buy me a new door!" The red-haired girl stood in the now-open doorway with an amused look on her face. "Why do you always have to come over at the crack of dawn?" Ginny said, leading the way into her apartment.
Shocked, Hermione pointed to the clock on the wall. "It's 9:00 am!" she said, sitting down on the couch. "And, I want to talk to you. You didn't even answer when I floored you this morning."
"I would of if it had been at a civilized hour! Remember, I was up all night at the bar." Ginny took a seat in the armchair opposite her friend.
Hermione took a deep breath, "Sorry," she exhaled. "But, seriously, what's wrong?"
Ginny sighed and looked away. "Nothing. I'm absolutely fine." However, she then mumbled an incoherent sentence which Hermione could of sworn had included the words 'Malfoy', 'Harry', 'lies' and 'useless waste of space'.
Hermione pursed her lips, like she does every other time that she's frustrated. For some reason, Ginny noticed with a smirk, this happened a lot around Ron. Even if they were engaged, neither had stopped bickering towards the other.
"You're not okay," Hermione said gently. "Did something happen last night?" the engaged girl wasn't put off a bit with the arrogant shrug from Ginny. "Was it something to do with . . . Harry?"
Hermione had stumbled over her words for a bit in the sentence. It wasn't, Ginny reminded herself, just a sore topic for her to discuss. Hermione and Ron, Being Harry's best friends had also had a lot o trouble adjusting to the predicament.
Sadly, Ginny nodded. "Yeah," she said with regret. "Malfoy decide to join my company for a little while. Something about knowing where Harry was. Stupid. I actually, almost for a second, believed he might be telling the truth." She hung her head.
Sniffling and blinking back tears, went across the room to give her distraught friend a comforting hug. "Oh, Ginny. I know it's hard. But even if Harry wasn't dead, he knows where we all are. Why wouldn't he come to see us?" the older girl sighed, but then brightened. "However . . ."
Ginny looked up. There was an unusual sparkle in Hermione's eye. Almost as if something, or someone, had done the most spectacular thing, such as written a 4000 page book.
"What?" Ginny asked "What's got you so happy?"
Hermione bit her lip, "Well, why not give Malfoy a chance? We don't lose anything by finding out what he has to say. After all, the whole country was looking for a year and no one ever found Harry's body. It's worth a shot.
Rolling her eyes, Ginny nodded. Secretly, she had thought the same thing, but didn't want to be let down once more. "Alright," she agreed. "I'll go and find Malfoy now shall I? He should be at work.
Everyone knew where Draco Malfoy worked. It was an office in the Law Enforcement Department at the Ministry of Magic. He worked five cubicles away from Hermione.
Ginny flooed to her father's office to find no one there, but it didn't bother her. She wasn't here to play happy families. Walking straight to an elevator, she got off at the right floor and headed to the offices.
Finding Malfoy in Cubicle 10, she stalked in and sat in the seat opposite his.
Ignoring the bewildered expression on Malfoy's face, she got to the point. "So? Where is Harry then?" she didn't want to be in this slime ball's presence for longer than necessary.
Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "Why should I tell you for free? I'm surprised you haven't figured it out for yourself."
Her patience wearing thin, Ginny took a deep breath. "What do want me to do Malfoy?"
Then he leant foreword and said the most surprising thing he could ever have said. If he had told Ginny he was going to cut off his own head, she wouldn't have been any more surprised. In fact, she probably would have been less surprised.
Malfoy lent foreword and said, with complete seriousness, "Get Hermione granger to tell me that she loves me. And for her to mean it."
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