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Chapter 3

"It's Okay to Cry"

"You keep crying, crying, crying,

till you can not see at all,

and you keep crying, crying, crying,

till you cannot breathe at all.

What do you do when your alone?

What do you do when no ones home?

What do you do when your alone?

Outta control now, on your own."

-Sugarcult "Crying"

Ginny slowly opened her eyes. She was still in the hospital wing, but Draco had left. Madam Pompfrey skittered into the room.

"Miss Weasley, I see your awake. Let me take off your bandages and you can be on your way," she stated as she took the bandages off Ginny's head. "Okay, you can go now," she added while she walked out the hospital wing.

Ginny got up out of her bed and walked out the door. Her knees still ached when she walked, and there were a few bruises here and there. Ginny sighed. She was still thinking about what happened last night. "I wonder what Draco thought about it?" Ginny thought to herself while climbing up the steps to the Gryffindor common room. "He's probably really mad," Ginny answered. She hoped he wasn't. Ginny was starting to like Draco a lot, she didn't want him to go back to hating her again. She hated the Malfoy-Weasley rivalry. Weren't they allowed to think for themselves? Maybe not all Malfoys were the same. Sure, he looked like a Malfoy, acted like a Malfoy and hated mudbloods like a Malfoy, but what if all that was just his image? I mean, it was how he was brought up, to hate anyone who wasn't pure blood, and to show as little emotion as possible. When Ginny looked at Draco the other night, she saw another side of him that she had never seen before. It was the real Draco Malfoy, not the one influenced by his family. And there was something about that Draco Malfoy, that made him irresistible.

Before Ginny knew it, she was in front of the portrait leading into the Gryffindor common room. "Werewolf fangs," Ginny muttered under her breath as she walked through the portrait of the fat lady. Inside she saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron obviously waiting on her.

"GINNY!" Hermione screamed as the ran up the her and gave her a huge hug,"You had us all so worried!"

"You really took a hit from that bludger didn't you?" Ron asked looking at the bruise on the top of Ginny's forehead.

"Yeah, I wasn't paying attention," Ginny said while looking down at her feet.

"It's okay Ginny, you scored a ton of points before you got hit. Your a great chaser. Plus, we won anyway," Harry announced grinning as he said so. He was glad Ginny was okay. He had been up all night thinking about her. What if she didn't recover? It would be his fault, slaving her so hard, and pressuring her. He was glad she was okay.

"We did?" Ginny asked a lighter note in her voice. "Yes," she thought to herself,"now Harry wouldn't be to bad at practices."

"Yeah, but we still have a lot of work to do if we are going to bring home the Qudditch Cup this year," Harry added. Ginny sighed. She should have known..

"Well, I'm going to go upstairs to change for breakfast. I'll see you guys in the great hall," she called out after her as she walked up the stairs to her room. She changed out of her clothes and put on her fresh, clean robes. She fixed her hair up magically and made her way back downstairs. As she walked out of the common room, her stomach growled. She hadn't really thought about how hungry she had been. Just as she was about to walk around the corner, she heard someone yell,"Get out of my, Malfoy."

Ginny froze. She wanted to know what was happening. She looked around the corner and saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron standing in front of Draco. Ron looked extremely close to Draco. Draco's eyes were narrowed.

"Why? So you, the boy who lived, and his little mudblood girlfriend can go talk to everyone else about me?" Draco growled.

"Don't talk about my friends that way," Ron said threateningly through clinched teeth.

"You don't seem to have a problem talking about me and my family, Weasley," Draco snapped. His eyes were stone cold, and the sparkle that Ginny had saw in them last night had vanished.

"There's a lot to talk about,"Ron sneered. Ginny gasped. She couldn't believe Ron had said that!

Malfoy slammed Ron up against the wall, holding him by his neck. "WHAT DID YOU SAY!" Draco screamed. Hermione gasped and stepped away. Harry snapped his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at Malfoy's throat.

"Let him go," Harry growled. Draco dropped Ron to the ground.

"I'm glad not all the Weasleys are like you," he spat at Ron, before storming off.

Ginny stood there, not believing what she just heard. Was he talking about Ginny when he said that?

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron snapped.

"I don't know," Harry answered him quietly. He was thinking about that too. The only person he could think of was Ginny, but didn't they hate each other? He couldn't be talking about Ginny, could he?

Ginny walked up to them and said, "Hey guys, what are you all doing just standing out here?" She didn't want them to know she had just saw that. They might question her about something.

"Nothing, Malfoy was just bothering us," Ron answered walking into the Great Hall. They were late, and the food was already out, ready to be eaten. Ron ran to the tables and started to fill his plate.

"I'm so starving!" Ron spitted while stuffing his mouth with food, receiving nasty glares from Hermione along the way. Ginny laughed quietly to herself.

Harry was still thinking about what Malfoy had said. He watched as Malfoy talked to Goyle at the Slytherin table. He could have been talking about Fred, George, or Percy, but that seemed so unlikely. He despised Fred and George for all the pranks they had played on him, and Percy for giving him so many detentions when he was a Prefect. It had to be Ginny...

"Harwy are you gonna eawt that?" Ron asked, trying to make out words between gulps of food.

"No, you can have it," Harry replied hanging him his Trecle Tart.

Malfoy glanced over at the Gryffindor table. There was Weasley stuffing his face again, and Potter just staring blankly at Ginny. Why was he looking at Ginny anyway? Draco glanced over at her. She was talking to Hermione about something. He smiled. He was glad that Ginny wasn't like her brothers. She actually gave him a chance, and didn't just judge him by his parents decisions. That was something nobody had done to him before, and he loved it.

Ginny tried to listen as Hermione explained something that happened in the Daily Prophet, but she couldn't concentrate. She kept thinking about Draco. Did he really mean what he said? Was he glad that Ginny didn't just judge him by what others say? Did he actually like talking to her? It seemed so unreal for Ginny Weasley to even consider liking Draco Malfoy, but that was all she could think about. The way his eyes sparkled when he looked at her, the way he strutted down the halls, the way he actually was when others weren't judging him on every move he made...

Ginny suddenly heard a loud boom coming from the Slytherin table. She turned around just to see Draco slam a plate to the floor. He jumped up and ran for the door of the Great Hall, pushing people out of his way as he did so.

"What happened?" Hermione asked, looking concerned.

"Probably just found out he couldn't be a Death Eater or something," Ron muttered, returning his gaze to his plate.

"That's not funny Ron," Ginny snapped,"Just because Draco's parents are Death Eaters doesn't mean he wants to be one too!"

With that, she grabbed her stuff and stormed out the door. The nerve of him! How could he say something like that, when so clearly, something had made Draco upset?

Ginny marched her way to the common room. While she was passing an empty classroom, she heard someone crying. She slowly stepped back and put her ear up to the door.

Someone was clearly crying in the classroom,. They were sobbing and coughing from so many tears. Suddenly, Ginny heard a loud crash. Obviously someone was mad and had threw something on the floor.

"Should I go in?" Ginny thought. She was curious about who it was inside. Not knowing who it was killing her, and she needed to find out.

She slowly creaked open the door. There inside was Draco Malfoy, clutching a piece of parchment in his shaking hand and holding on to the side of the desk with the other.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Draco screamed as he saw Ginny walk in.

"Malfoy are you ok-"

"GET OUT!" He screamed trying to hold back his tears. He had just let Ginny Weasley see him cry.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Ginny said on the verge of tears. How could she had been so stupid as to walk into a room someone was crying in?

Just as she was about to walk out the door Draco whispered, "My mother died."

"Draco I'm so sor-"

"It's okay," he cut her off.

"Are you going to be alright?" Ginny asked walking over to Malfoy.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My mum probably didn't care for me that much anyway. But, I don't know, Malfoy's never show affection to each other. She wouldn't really ever hug me or anything, but there were ways she showed her, I guess, love. Like this one time, when my Dad was about to do something horrible, she sent me to my room and told me to not come out no matter what I heard. She told me she didn't want me to get hurt. That's how we showed our love, we took care of each other. That's why when I overheard your brother saying something about my family today, I freaked out. You just don't let someone talk about your family like that. It's the only think I've ever known to do." Malfoy choked, holding back his tears. Draco slowly slid down the desk and sat down.

Ginny sat down beside him. "I can't say I know how you feel," Ginny started,"because that's never happened to me before. But, I do know how bad it hurts to lose the one thing that means so much to you, that you feel like is your own. One time I had this great broom that my mom had bought me. It was perfect. I never have loved something so much as I loved that broom. And then one day, I went outside to go ride it, and Ron was sitting there, with it in pieces in his hand. He had flew it and messed it up. I know this might sound stupid, but I cried for hours. I never have really owned anything of my own. It hurt so much to lose the one thing that I treasured the most, even if it was a silly broom. "

"So your comparing your broken broomstick to my mum's death?" Draco chuckled lightly, while sniffing his nose.

"Not like that!" Ginny smiled." I wouldn't expect you to get it."

"I get it perfectly," Draco smiled slightly. He sniffed again.

Ginny sighed. "You know, It's okay to cry,"she spoke softly looking into Draco's gray eyes.

"Malfoy's don't cry," Draco sniffed, gazing back at her.

"But this Malfoy can." Ginny whispered.

A small tear trickled down Draco's cheek. You don't show emotion in his family, and that was his one weakness. No one had ever witnessed him cry, but right now he couldn't help but sob. Ginny made it seem like everything was alright.

Tears started to pour down Draco's face and land on the floor. The letter he had received from his father still shook in his hand. Ginny reached over and hugged Draco. He buried his head into her shoulder. So there, in the middle of the empty classroom, Draco Malfoy cried onto Ginny Weasley's arms, until he couldn't cry anymore.

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Ginny stared at the dark wall above her head. She couldn't get to sleep, though she was wore out. Today had been a long day. Her classes weren't hard, but she couldn't help but think of Draco all day. Of how he cried in her arms, how he told her all those things, how he held her hand as they walked out the door..

She sighed and rolled over. Malfoy had let Ginny witness something that was so important for him to keep hidden. He was ashamed of every tear that fell from his gray eyes, but yet he had sobbed in her arms. Ginny felt so touched that he would let her help him, when it was so hard for him to open up. Her heart lept whenever he had smiled slightly at her in the halls as he passed, or when their eyes met. It was like she could read everything about him by looking into his cold, gray eyes. When he looked at her they sparkled and softened. They no longer looked so threatening, so cold..

A tear slid silently down Ginny's face, as she drifted off to sleep..

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Malfoy pulled back the covers on his four-poster bed. Everyone else was asleep, but he had been sitting by the common room fire, thinking about what had happened earlier that day. He felt something for Ginny that he had never felt before, not even his family. He not only wanted to protect her, but make her feel happy, and loved. This was so new to him.

He slowly slipped his feet onto the bed, and pulled the covers over his face. He watched the curtains surroundings his bed blow softly. Right now all he wanted was to see Ginny's face again. Why was he thinking about her like this? Wasn't she still just a Weasley, that hated him along with her six brothers? No, she was different. She showed him kindness, and didn't look at him as a piece of scum. She respected him for who he was inside, not for what he acted like when he was trying to stand up to his father's reputation. He loved the way Ginny flew threw the air on her broom, the way she smirked at him whenever he walked by, the way she always had a comeback for everything he said. She didn't let him run all over her, she took control. She stood up for herself, unlike a bunch of other people that had been with him. He loved everything about her...

A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but I didn't want to ruin the mood by adding any more events in it! You can look for the 4th chapter soon ;). I will get it in as soon as I can. Remember to review!