Here we go, I'm really sorry. It has been appalling so far.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own the characters.

Years had passed since that encounter with Malfoy. Well, three to be precise, and Ginny, Regina still thought about it everyday. He did have emotions. It was near impossible to believe, but he did have them and he could show them. Ginny had not told a soul about the encounter. Not even Hermione. It was like a secret. One of the few she could keep to herself and she treasured these.

Malfoy had emotions.

So why did it matter so much? I mean obviously it didn't, so why did it? Her only guess was because it was so impossible to believe.

A knock at the door interrupted her train of thought.

Answering it, she saw it was Hermione.

'Oh Regina, thank to goodness, I was worried you wouldn't be in. You know. Oh know you don't. What could it be? Oh Gin…Regina, I don't know.'

'Hermione, you're talking crap. What's the matter?' Ginny asked feeling concerned.

Hermione suddenly stopped and went 'Oh nothing,' in a falsely cheerful voice, with an equally superficial smile. 'Nothing, it's fine. I'm sure.'

'What?'

'Oh Ginny, he's proposed.'

Ginny froze. Before bursting out with laughter. Sheer emotions of happiness seemed to bubble up inside her. He'd popped it. Finally! And it was going to be so amazing!

'Why are you laughing? Regina this is an emergency.'

'Oh because it's so funny. You are both absolutely useless. And the fact it's you as well! You! Hermione! The one who's never at a loss suddenly doesn't know what to say to the boyfriend she loves so much, who has just proposed to her! Come on this is like someone saying to me 'Regina you are a red head' and me stopping to think about it, before saying yes!'

'So you're saying…'

'I'm saying say yes to him Hermione! Come on, you can't keep my brother waiting like this. You love him, he loves you.'

'Yes I guess. OK. I'll got and see him now. But erm, Ginny…'

'It's Regina, Ginny died a long time ago.'

'Harry'll be at the wedding. I mean he is my friend, and Ron will want him to be his best man and you know, you two, I mean it's so complicated, and I mean, I want you to be there, and Ron will murder you if you don't come, but Harry will be there…Well that was nice, I'd best be off now thanks for the advice Ginny!' And she was gone.

'Bye Herms,' Ginny muttered to herself.

So their paths would cross again. The green. Those green green eyes. As green as Envy Herself was. Those beautiful green eyes. The eyes which many girls would kill to have, and the eyes which many girls would kill to be with. She would see him again.

'Ginny what do you want me to do? What? I'm sorry I just can't be with you. What will happen to you? Do you know? Anything could.'

'Harry I don't care what happens to me. Really I don't. Do you want me to just sit here waiting for you the whole time? I'm not ready to do that. I want to be with you. I want to be able to support you. I don't care what happens, it'll be worth it.'

'You don't get it. You just don't get it do you? I couldn't do it! I couldn't let you get hurt.'

'And why not? You just going to remain single for the rest of your life? Until You-Know-Who is dead? Are you stupid?'

'No I'm not.'

'Then what are you? What do you want Harry? Tell me what you want because I'm waiting. And guess what, I'm tired of waiting.'

Ginny was flustered. Her voice hurt from screaming so loudly and she was breathing heavily.

'I'm sorry.'

No you're not, she thought to herself. No you're not. People can't hide forever. People can't give other people up. You hurt them and you hurt yourself. Imagine becoming just a shell of yourself. You can't give people up forever, you can't run, and you can't be by yourself. People get lonely, you'll need someone. Becoming a recluse won't protect me.

But she didn't say this. She just turned and walked away.

Oh those eyes.

So what did you think? I thought this chapter was a little better, but it's still not great.