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It would be a month tomorrow, Ginny knew because she still kept count. No notes, no glances, not a one. And it killed her, a little everyday. But tomorrow, would surely be the end of her. Especially once she told him. How in the world would she tell him? She couldn't even think of what would happen once she told her mother, oh Merlin, her mother! How could she defy her family this way? Why did she do that! Lord, help her, she was in deep!

It was nearing eleven and she was working on a Potion's essay, Hermione having just left her after giving some much needed help. Ginny knew why she was struggling lately, and it would be good to finally have someone to know why, but that also terrified her.

As she completed her last sentence, sleep crept up her toes, slowly taking her as she got into bed. Tomorrow was a big day, and she was thankful for a dreamless sleep.

Ginny was late, in more ways than one, but this morning was definitely not the day to miss a thing. Not that breakfast had even started yet. She ran to the owlry, she had the whole day planned out. If only courage could find her once more. She scribbled a note, asking Draco to meet her and tied it to a barn owl, silently wishing it would be more elegant. This was a Malfoy for Merlin's sake.

Her emotions were up in arms, what would she do, how would she ever get through this day? She walked to breakfast and nearly collided with at least five people on her way. The normal greetings were passed around, although Ginny made sure to avoid eye contact with Harry. The less Draco saw them talking to each other, the better. "Hermione, we are getting together tonight, right?" Ginny asked.

"Definitely, I am so curious as to what's been up with you lately!"

"Hold up, what do you mean? Ginny are you not eating again? Hermione, I wish you would tell me when these things happen, I mean I am the older brother I need to know these things! Ginny what exactly is wrong? Are you feeling alright? Do you need a tutor? I can help!" Ron said as he shared his breakfast with everyone.

"RON! Honestly, why am I with you? You can't even chew with your mouth CLOSED! And nothing is wrong with Ginny; we just haven't had a girl's night in eons!"

"Well jeeze, no need to bite my head off!"

"Are you kidding me?! When have I ever done anything…"

Ginny stopped listening to their argument as she saw the morning post start to arrive. Her stomach was in knots, what would she do? Was she ready to tell him? She knew she wasn't, she wanted to climb right back into bed and never crawl out again. Ginny couldn't look up, she couldn't breathe, nothing was circulating. And this was all over a letter! She wanted to grab it before he could get to it, tear it to shreds. Maybe she could cast a quick Incendio. That could lead to questions. Ginny couldn't handle anything else. She pondered over her choices, not ever realizing that Malfoy had already gotten, open, and read her letter. She felt ridiculous. Why would his opinion matter? He didn't matter.

But that didn't help the fact that she was still meeting with him later that day. She was quick to rush out of the Great Hall as the bell signaled for the start of classes, she was a woman on a mission, a mission that came in a few hours and she was definitely not going to be bombarded when she wasn't ready.

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Ginevra Weasley found herself crawling along the shadows, if she recalled correctly, Draco had a free period, and she was definitely not going to be questioned before she was good and ready. If she could only make it to McGonagall's classroom!

But, Fate had other plans, Ginny realized as she cringed at the sound of his voice.

"Oi, Weasley, if I fancied another go I'd tell you. I really don't need you stalking me," Malfoy drawled.

What did she say to that? Was there anything, she felt numb. How could the same person she was so intimate with be so cruel and spiteful toward her? She kept silent.

"Look, I have a free period that you are wasting at the moment, what the hell do you want from me?"

Ginny soon found her voice, "I explained everything in the letter. I want to meet you by the lake after lunch."

Her Gryffindor pride caught up to her as she turned sharply on her heel and made the rest of her trip, her head held high. Wow, maybe this wouldn't be too hard! Who was Ginny kidding, this would definitely be hard!

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"Weasley, did you hear me?" Snaped drawled, already knowing the answer. He glided along the desks until he reached the one he wanted, hers.

"I'm sorry professor," Ginny said, knowing an explanation would only lead to more humiliation.

"And are you just deaf or are you defiant?" he glowered.

"Neither, sir? I just, I just umm," She said wondering what type of excuse would help.

"As I thought, you are just too stupid to pay attention! DETENTION!" he hollered into her face as she involuntarily shook at his voice.

She tried to pay more attention for the rest of the class period. But that much was hard. If she could just listen! Just for the next 30 minutes! She pleaded with her ears to listen, but they didn't wish to do so, and she was highly aggravated. She lost a total of twenty-five points that class. And now was the worst part, she had to talk with him after class!

"Weasley! You are an embarrassment. Minerva should be ashamed! Letting the likes of you come into her house." He was bordering harassment Ginny thought as he went on, "You can't even pretend to be paying attention. More daft than your brother, are you?"

"With all due respect, sir, I apologized. It will not happen again!" she pleaded.

"You will serve detention with me during lunch. I have a meeting tonight. You may leave."