Public Apology

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

I, Ginevra Weasley would sincerely like to apologize for rude and offensive writings on my article that you did not deserve. It was very wrong of me and it will never ever happen again. I will never speak to you again personally and I will never see you again.

Throughout the course of our 'relationship,' I've discovered that you indeed are a man of no heart and extreme arrogance up your arse, but I've also learned that this is how you are and how you were born and I can't do anything about it. I've learned that you pick up the ladies in this manner and that whoever you pick up was well meant for you.

I, however, am not.

We, Mr. Malfoy, are polar opposites. You are rich and I am poor. The ministry loves you and it hates me. You are a blond and I am a red head. You are a Slytherin and I am a Gryffindor. You are nonchalant and I have a short temper.

We were never meant to be. And I'm sorry. I really truly am sorry that I was so juvenile to not accept that and to accept who you are as a person and a being. I am sorry that I continuously brought you down for being who you really are.

From me, now, you will no longer ever hear about Draco Malfoy again.

If you are still part of his fan club, go on and feel free to support it and recruit now.

I know I'm not joining, but I won't say anything about it. If you really truly love him, then, you really truly love him, even though he'll never love you back, you can always dream of Prince Charming, no? Let's face it. He's handsome, smart, rich, and he'll meet you at work every day.

So he's a free man and he always was and you are now welcome to take him away into your fantasy land where Prince Charmings are actually charming.

Thank you for the flowers you've bought for me and left on my desk in the morning.

Thank you for the beautiful gown you bought for me that I will return to you.

Thank you for bringing me home when I was drunk and bringing me hangover potion.

Thank you for the food you've bought for me even though I didn't take it graciously.

Thank you for the patience you've held with me that I didn't deserve at all and I hope, Mr. Malfoy, that you have a wonderful life, filled with love and happiness.

One can only hope, right?

-Ginny Weasley, Daily Prophet.

Ginny sighed and stuck her toes on the ground again. She pushed off, feeling suddenly light headed and feeling the world around her change and blur. Slowly, her senses came back to her and she sighed again. Her toes collided with the floor and she pushed again… around and around she spun in her comfortable leather chair until her dizziness got to the best of her and she let out one final sigh.

She was bored out of her mind.

Where is Draco Malfoy when you need that bloody git?

She felt her head collide with her wooden desk and simultaneously banged it, hoping that this could at least amuse her for a few painful minutes.

She was waiting for something, but for some reason, she couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

She didn't know that boredom to this extent existed.

I spy something brown and hard.

Desk.

Good job!

I spy something long and green and soft

Quill

Ni-ice.

I spy something fun and leather.

Chair

I spy something bored

Me.

Ginny dropped her head and began to bang it all over again across the wooden surface. It actually wasn't too bad when you were this bored.

"Trying to get rid of all those brain cells?" A voice drawled from the doorway.

Silently, Ginny grinned. Malfoy.

"Because at least my head can afford to lose some, Mal-"

Ginny's smile evaporated as she saw Terry standing there, chuckling to himself.

"Touche, Gin. Suave." Terry said.

She let out a small, pursed smile. "You know me. Slick Gin. What'cha doing, Terry?"

"Nothing much. I got pretty bored."

"Join the club."

"Thought I'd see you. It's always fun."

"I'm touched, really." Ginny sighed. "Do you want to go somewhere?" He gave her a shifty glance. Ginny blushed and looked down. "You know, as… friends…"

"Oh yeah! Sure! How's dinner later tonight?"

"Dinner? Are you sure that's friendly enough for you?" She asked, perhaps seductively.

It was Terry's turn to blush. "I can bring… Jane, if you want…"

"Oh, well then I can bring Draco then?" Ginny asked.

Terry didn't seem to catch her extreme sarcasm as he struggled and mumbled something along the lines of "I guess" and "joking…"

"Terry, if you've been keeping up with the news, you'd know that Malfoy and I had 'broken up.'"

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Shame… you two were pretty cute together."

"HAH!" Ginny couldn't help it. You can't blame her.

"Well, how's dinner anyways, just the three of us?"

Ginny faked the most hideous smile she'd ever faked before. "Lovely."

"Great! I'll tell Jane."

He disappeared and Ginny shrank into her seat.

Just the three of us? What are we? Some sort of a three-some?

Ginny kicked the leg of her desk very hard, the tips of her toes numbing, and bolted up to get ready, to make sure that under no circumstances, she was going to be prettier than Jane…

OOOOOOOOOO

She carried a paper bag that was almost as light as a feather. It only took a few steps up two flights of stairs until she had reached her destination: Number 712 London Flats. She could tell by the exterior that the door had just gotten work done and the walls were newly papered.

Knock knock.

At least I have the manners to knock instead of apparate.

"Who is it?" asked a sleepy voice.

"It's me."

"Who?"

"Me." Ginny replied.

"…"

"…"

"Are you that stalker again? Because for the last goddamn time, I'm not going to sign your bra with your lipstick. How many times do I have to tell you? You're only freaking 16 years old! You're still a minor! Go do your homework or something."

"Malfoy, it's me, Ginny."

Immediately, the door opened and Ginny stared at a disheveled Draco, standing limply with his right hand on the doorknob and his hair tossed around, almost to compete with Harry Potter's.

"You look ready to kill, Malfoy, as always." Ginny commented fairly brightly.

"As do you, as always, ma'am."

"Are you going to let me in?"

"I'm actually deciding which answer would be most witty and clever for you."

"Wrong choice, then, Malfoy."

"My bad, it sounded better in my head."

"Yes, well how trustworthy can that be?"

"For the past decades, I've found it actually very reliable, thank you."

"I can see that, now, I guess. Looking at the state of you. Have you been mourning our break up?"

"Of course, I probably cleaned off about three cartons of vanilla and chocolate ice cream last night watching soap operas on muggle television."

"Depressing."

"Much so, Jenny broke up with Drake because she actually liked Tommy who was already deeply in love with- well what do you know?- Jane."

"What a horrid life you live, Malfoy, having to watch your own humiliating life story unfold on air, huh?"

"Dreadful, I'd have to say I'm in desperate search for a girl now."

"You'll always have your stalker."

"Ah, well, when there's a world full of hotter and less freaky chicks around, I tend to go for the better ones, usually. That's what normal people do."

"Cut the crap, Malfoy. I've just come to give you back the dress."

"Because I just LOVE playing dress up, right?"

"I won't be surprised if you did, but that's not my reason."

"Well, what is it then?"

"I- it's too expensive. I can't keep this out of a non-existent relationship."

"Why don't you sell it then?"

"I'm not going to do that! Unless you want the money back."

"No thanks."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Look, if you're making me keep this as a symbol for our connection, I'll throw it away if I have to."

"Suits me."

Ginny groaned. "Malfoy, you don't understand!"

"Enlighten me."

"I don't want to keep this anymore okay? I want everything between us to be cleared off."

"Well I can't do anything with it so why not just throw it away? Burn it. Then it's REALLY gone."

"I'm not going to BURN any dress, okay? Nonetheless, a SILK one."

"Fine."

"Take it back, Malfoy. Now."

"Who died and made you king?"

"Who died and crawled up your arse?"

"Who died and crawled up YOUR arse?" Draco retorted.

"Oh, very mature, Malfoy."

"M if for Malfoy. M is for mature."

"Oh, grow up, Malfoy. You're being unreasonable right now. All I'm asking is for you to take this ruddy dress back so that I, personally, don't feel obligated or obliged to you."

"Well, you're being very unreasonable as well. What do you want me to do with a dress? Discover my true sexual orientations?"

"I have to meet Terry for dinner by seven and it's already four. If you make me late…"

"OHO! You're not as bad as I thought you'd be! Already making plans? I thought it'd take you a few days to manage that."

"Think again, Malfoy, because you missed out on the real me."

"And YOU missed out on the real me too." Draco said huskily, causing a glare from Ginny.

"This IS the real you. Obnoxious and immature."

"And THIS is the real you. Controlling, unreasonable, and selfish."

"I'M selfish? I'm talking to Draco Malfoy right now."

"And I'M talking to the woman who wants to break up a couple just so that she can have the guy all to herself. Tell me, how did you manage to get him to yourself tonight? Nag him?"

"I did NOT!"

"Force him?"

"No!"

"Or are you two… not alone?" Draco asked suggestively.

"What? We're going as a date. We're supposed to… to…"

Suddenly, Ginny broke her number one rule and broke down in front of Draco Malfoy.

"The THREE of us! THE THREE OF US! HE WANTS THE THREE OF US TO GO!"

"I was invited?"

Ginny began to sob even harder and she fell onto her knees, head in her hands, shaking.

"NO! HIM, ME, AND JANE. JANE! WHY- IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE… TOTALLY DEFEATS THE PURPOSE…" Ginny cried.

Draco stood awkwardly above her, watching her spazzing figure on the ground, wondering what normal men do in this situation and what above average men like him did.

The normal man: Would walk over to the girl and crouch down and calm her down and lend her a shoulder. Relax her and tell her about the plans of world peace.

The above average man: Would stand awkwardly for a bit longer and then when she began to stain the carpet with her tears, he'd step into action and tell her about world peace.

The Draco man: Would…

Draco began walking, rather quickly to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and poured the water into the cup. He trudged back to his living room where Ginny was at, crouched down and poked her.

"Here, eat this." He conjured chocolate from the tip of his wand and set it next to the water.

He watched her engulf the chocolate and watched her until she finished the last drop of water.

"Thanks." She muttered softly.

"Now, take a look at this." He said, shoving that morning's newspaper under her.

It was her column…

I will never speak to you again personally and I will never see you again.

Ginny looked tearfully up at Draco and suddenly wondered what she was doing here. She had no right… he could, if he wanted to, just re-establish the contract now…

"I recommend, Weasley, that you take that dress of yours and just leave before I take advantage of this. You know damn well that the dress was a gift from me and to turn it down is rather rude. Our relationship… you can never really clean it off, Weasley. You're going to come back to me and you know it. You know that you and Terry will never work. But I'll give you a chance right now to walk away. Take good use of it." Draco said, neither coldly nor calmly.

She grabbed her belongings and Draco handed her another bar of chocolate.

"Pompous fool." She muttered at him, taking the chocolate.

"Sarcastic bitch." He replied.

"Self-centered jerk."

Draco smiled. "I second that."

She finally slipped on her left shoe and turned the brass doorknob.

"I won't ever be seeing you again, Malfoy. Mark my words."

Slowly closing the door, Draco smirked and waved. "See ya."

OOOOOOOOOO

I don't know how good this chapter is. I had writers block and I had NO idea what to do for this chapter. Draco wasn't even going to show up but most of you wouldn't have liked that.

One question:

Do you want me to tell you what happens during dinner with Terry and Jane in the next chapter or shall we just skip it? Or shall we skip it but do you want like a small flash back of it or something? Or do you have any other suggestions?

I hope you guys liked this;

THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! Especially answering my questionnaire! You'll all be credited next chapter.

-youngwriter56