Ginny and Her Mood Swings
Summary of chapter:
Ginny's anger has had its turn, so now it's laughter who takes over Ginny and Malfoy's conversation.
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"WHAT?" I yelled louder than before.
"They shouldn't have had this type of affect on you. They should have been what's the word I'm looking for…ah yes, lighter."
"Lighter? LIGHTER! WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIGHTER?"
"By lighter I meant-"
"WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SPEAKING LIKE THIS TOPIC IS A NORMAL PART OF A CONVERSATION?" His coolness was starting to get on my nerves. "WELL JUST SO YOU KNOW, THIS IS NOT A TOPIC OF A NORMAL CONVERSATION!"
"Ginny, calm down-"
"YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN? HAVE YOU GONE INSANE?"
"You know what? I think that I actually have gone insane."
I was surprised by his words, but that didn't keep me from commenting. "Got that right."
"I think it's time that I should explain about these dreams that you've been having."
"No really, I was just waiting until I was dead." My voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I don't need sarcastic remarks ok?" I knew that he was waiting for me to respond.
"Fine," I muttered reluctantly.
"Why don't we sit down? I think you'd be better off like that."
"I'm only sitting because I don't want to stand." I murmured.
I walked shortly to the tree that rested a couple of yards before the lake. I sat down right at the trunk and leaned against it. Malfoy sat in front of me cross-legged. The moon shined behind him, illuminating his blonde hair, and some of the moon's light was reflected in his almost silver eyes. He took a big sigh before speaking.
"The dreams started near October, right?" What a dumb question.
"You should know you're the cause of it." My voice was bitter.
"I'll take that as a yes. Ginny, the purpose of you having these dreams was so you could help me. I didn't want to waltz up to you out of no where, because one I knew that you'd hex me, like before," I smiled at this. "And two because everyone would think that I've gone insane."
"You already are." I muttered.
He ignored my words and continued. "I wanted help from someone who was close to her, someone she would actually listen to."
"Who are you talking about Malfoy?"
"That's not important now, but I promise that I will tell you. During the summer, my father was teaching me that dreams can have a very powerful affect on people. He taught me how to invade dreams, how to influence the dreamer, and things like that. So when school started, I saw you hanging out with her and heard that you two were like best friends to each other so I thought you'd be the person she'd listen to."
"Is this going somewhere?" I really need to learn to be patient.
"With the dreams, I thought that I'd be able to influence you to talk to me. You did, but not the way I expected. Instead of becoming something like friends, we just insulted each other. I didn't know if the dreams had worked at that point, but now I knew that they did, since I never insulted you directly and vice versa. Is anything of this making sense?"
"Partially. So let me get it straight. Over the summer you learned how to interfere with dreams, so when you got here, you invaded mine, so we could become friends?"
"Technically, yes."
"That is the stupidest excuse I've ever heard!" I exclaimed with a smile on my face, why a smile, I'm not sure.
"It's true!" He fought back with a laugh.
"So, who is it that you wanted me to talk to in the first place and why?" I questioned after my laughs died down.
"I'll answer the why first. It's just that, so say it simply, I like her. I like her more than a Slytherin should."
"The infamous Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, fancies a Gryffindor?" My eyes were wide.
"Yes,"
If I was laughing before, I was in hysterics now. It just cracked me up; knowing that Draco Malfoy, son of Death Eater, heir to the Malfoy fortune, fancied on a Gryffindor. It was just too funny.
"It is not funny!" He cried as my laughter rose.
After about rolling on the ground for five minutes of nonstop laughing, I simmered down to giggles. Eventually, I quieted down after I regained my breath.
"You like a Gryffindor?" He nodded. "Who?"
"Well, now that you laughed at that, I'm not sure if I want you to know." His voice was serious.
"Oh come on tell me! You can't just leave me hanging. I mean you went through all that work, right?" I pleaded because I just had to know.
"Fine, but you have to promise not to laugh."
"I swear." I agreed as I held my right hand up.
His voice was muffled, to the point that I couldn't hear him. "What did you say?" I questioned him only to get a murmured response that I couldn't make out. "You're gonna have to speak louder Malfoy." He sighed before he responded.
Author's Note: What's up my dedicated readers? Truth be told, I'm not sure if you guys are as dedicated to me as I personally hope. Anyways, back to the point. As you can see, Ginny has gotten her anger out, finally. And what is this new side to Mr. Malfoy? It's kind of short, but I just wanted to fit the next part of their conversation in the next chapter. Oh yeah, and I just had to leave a wonderful cliffhanger, don't you just love them? I know I don't like them, as far as reading, but writing it, now that's different. Remember that your reviews make me feel very loved and special, so R&R. And just so everybody knows, flamers are welcomed, though I hope the flamers contain constructive criticism, but other than that your compliments are taken to heart, 3.