Chapter 2
That night at the great hall, Ginny sat with Ron, Hermione and Harry. She was replaying the incident in the bathroom over and over again in her head. Draco had ridiculed Ginny many times and she loathed the mere thought of him. Especially after some of the cruel things he had done. Yet she still felt bad for him thinking about him crying in the girl's bathroom. She began to wonder again what could possibly make Draco Malfoy cry when her thoughts were interrupted…
"Ginny are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost! I mean, oohh you know," said Hermione. Ginny had been thinking whether or not she would tell them all, and came to one conclusion. She decided she would only tell what she saw if she went into the bathroom again and saw him in there. As for now she was going to keep her mouth shut.
"Hellooooo, earth to Ginny Weasley" said Ron teasingly.
"Oh" said Ginny snapping back to reality "Uummm nothing! I was just thinking about our Herbology lesson today, we changed a Tarle weed's color" unsure if this would convince them Ginny hesitated and then shoved a fork full of mashed potatoes into her mouth. Ron looked at her curiously and then shrugged it off. Meanwhile Hermione started to talk about how she had found that lesson quite useful and started to run off what each color was best used for. Ginny's lie had worked and they continued their meal as if nothing had happened.
Ginny continued to eat as her thoughts turned back to the incident. She wished she could find out what had been so bad to make Draco cry, when she realized she could ask someone. She got up quickly and ran out of the great hall leaving the others both confused and worried. She ran to the girl's bathroom again and stormed inside. The person she wanted to talk to was sitting on the top of a stall and humming.
"Myrtle I have to know why was that boy in here earlier, and what happened to him?" asked Ginny trying to appear caring. When what she really wanted to say was, "tell me what made Draco cry so badly so I can get him back the next time he makes fun of me."
Myrtle looked at her bewildered and flew off of the top of her stall and down face-to-face right in front of Ginny.
"If your so concerned, ask him because its not my place to tell" replied Myrtle with false sincerity in her voice.
Ginny, not knowing what else to say, turned and walked out of the bathroom.
Ginny despised Draco, and yet couldn't figure out why she was so interested in finding out what had been bothering him so. She assumed she was so fixated with the encounter because she could have never imagined that Draco was capable of crying, he just seemed too…, well there were a lot of things that told her that Draco wasn't capable of feelings, but the main one was that she had just never seen his face without that disgusting smirk on it.