Chapter 15: Sorry Good For Nothing Heart

Ginny ran into the Gryffindor Common room, right past Ron, Harry, and Hermione, eyes watering once again as she dashed up the stairs to the girls' dorms.

Harry turned to Hermione and rubbing his arm said, "Perhaps it would be wise to go check on her, you think?"

Hermione gave him a quizzical look and replied, "We don't even know what's wrong. For all we know, she's just got something in her eye…"

"Are you serious, Hermione? She just ran in here on the verge of tears and you think she's just got a speck of dust in her eyes?" Ron asked, giving Hermione a look.

"Well it's not my place to just run up there and start badgering her! The best thing to do is to just let her cry it out. She'll be fine in a little bit."

"Whatever you say Hermione…" Harry mumbled as he sat down on the couch, occasionally glancing at the Girls' door.

But Ginny was not okay. She would not be fine after a good cry. Her head ached, her eyes stung, and she was pretty sure she just did the dumbest thing of her life. Why did she have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't she have at least show a little class and listen to him and THEN stepped all over his sorry good for nothing heart. But it hadn't been Draco Malfoy's heart she had wounded. She was pretty sure he didn't have one at this point. No, it had simply been her own. With ever attempt to look calm and unaffected, it had been like she had grabbed a knife and stabbed herself.

Ginny crawled to the end of her bed and pulled out a black cloak of rich fabric and covered herself as she cried herself to sleep. She would just have to do a better job of it all tomorrow morning….

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Upon awaking, Ginny's eyes landed on the massive amount of red on her bed. Her eyes quickly snapped open and realized that it wasn't blood, or ugly sweaters from mum, but in fact, batches of roses and red ribbon. She was lying in a pile of red roses for some reason and she could not, for the life of her, figure out what they were doing there. But quickly this thought was answered with the entering of Dobby struggling with a particularly large bundle of red roses.

"Dobby, what are you doing with those? And why are there already some on my bed?" Ginny asked, rubbing her sore head. She really should refrain from crying before bed. It makes you feel like crap afterwards.

"Good morning Miss Weasley! Dobby is only doing what Sir asked him to. Dobby is to deliver these to you, Miss Weasley," Dobby beamed as he threw the flowers onto the bed. This explained why they were all scattered about.

"That doesn't explain why all these are here, Dobby."

"Oh, excuse me Miss Weasley. Why, I was told to bring these to you from Master Malfoy. You know, you shouldn't associate with him, Miss Weasley, he's bad news…" Dobby began as he tried to gather the flowers into a pile.

"Yes… So I've been told. But don't worry Dobby, I'm not associated myself with him anymore. Now take these back to him." Ginny replied covering her eyes and shaking her head. She did not have the patience to deal with him herself.

"But, Miss Weasley, I was told to give these to you…"

"Fine. Then Give me half and give the rest back to him."

"Are you sure Miss Weasl…."

"YES DOBBY!" Ginny yelled as she picked up half of her pile and threw them into the fire. She gathered up the black cloak, accidentally catching some of the roses with it, and threw it in the trunk. The remaining few she ripped to shreds, stuck them in a piece of parchment, and stormed down the stairs to the common room.

"Harry I need to borrow your owl," Ginny simply said as she walked up to a half away boy.

"'lright, but what for?" Harry responded while he yawned.

"Just need to return something to someone…"

"Is it important?" Harry called after Ginny as she walked towards the door.

"No… just someone's heart on a stick, hopefully," Ginny mumbled to herself as she slammed the portrait shut.

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Draco was sitting in the Great Hall, eating a nice stack of pancakes with a side of bacon, if you wish to know, when a white owl, resembling Potter's, came down and dropped him an envelope. Hand made out of a bit of parchment. He instantly lunged for it, and with a quick swipe of his fingers, the thing fell apart, emptying out a hand full of torn up red rose bits.

"Uh huh…" Draco sighed, as he swiped the red pile of mutilation off of his new pants.

Blaize, as he walked by and ruffled Draco's hair, grabbing a plate of eggs, asked curiously, "So not to pry or anything, but what's with the mess of red bits, man? Starting your own potpourri company?"

"Yes, you know, make my mark in this world, one good smelling home at a time…" Draco spoke, grinning at his friend. "Yeah… sent some flowers to someone, I guess they're allergic to roses…"

"So that means…" Blaize began with a wicked smile.

"I'll be sending more," Draco finished, crumpling up the parchment and tossing it at a first year as he made his way out.

"Try orchids this time!" Blaize laughed after him. A hand full of students looked his way, giving odd confused looks.

Blaize shrugged and said, "Black thumb. Can't keep a fake plant alive. I've heard Orchids are indestructible. A bit temperamental like him too…"

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Ginny sat on the dorm room floor, ripping roses she had picked out of her trunk to pieces in front of a blazing fire. When she finished with one, she would stick the whole clump into a bowl, pour something on top, and stick it by the fire. She would then pluck another rose, rip the head off viciously, and shred it viciously.

This, was a very odd sight to behold when Hermione first entered the room. "What, did that poor flower ever do to you? If this won't get my head ripped off, what are you doing Ginny?"

"Making potpourri," Ginny simply answered, as she cruelly tore some petals off.

"Oh! That's creative! Where did you get the flowers anyway?"

"Uhh…." Ginny began. How would she account for the flowers without mentioning Draco? "Uhh… Bella got some from some creepy 3rd year so she gave them to me. You know, if you want some, I can give you a baggie when I'm done…"

"That's nice of you. Well, glad you're not all sad anymore…" Hermione chirped as she closed the door.

"Sure you are…" Ginny mumbled as she threw the rest of the mess into the fire, the leaves instantly disintegrating into a fiery heap, and let the petals in the bowl dry.