Rumors delve deeper; Romeo and Juliet back together.
An anonymous source working in Transportation Regulation Department had confirmed last night that the world's recent most eligible bachelor was known apparating from his classy apartment complex to Daily Prophet's fiery columnist, Ginny Weasley's home. The ministry was notified of this action because Draco Malfoy was slightly splinched while apparating, leaving behind part of his pinkie toenail.
Ministry officials waited by Draco Malfoy's place over an hour until he returned.
Further information will be released after verifications and confirmation.
-Daily Prophet, Elaina Jones.
Oh, you think you can post ruthless tabloid thinking that I would have no idea? Trust me, I may be straight out offensive and tempered, but I'm not STUPID. I learn from my mistakes. For instance, the last time I told myself I needed a break; there was yet another laughable tale about Draco Malfoy and me in the newspaper.
The thing I hate about newspapers is that they tend to twist everything, saying they're giving you the truth when in reality, they are feeding your stories; stories like the tortoise and the hare or Cinderella.
Here I am, trying to give the public the real news, the real stories but I'm overpowered, aren't I.
I really thought I can make a difference. I really truly thought I can.
I thought I can trust this newspaper now and trust that they are indeed more intent on giving you the truth instead of taking away your money.
But I guess I can't, huh.
Must I really sneak into my own work building dead at night to find that the front page contains the most outrageous story about my life? Must I really stay up until three o'clock rewriting my original column?
This is pathetic. I've never been so disappointed in my life.
Elaina Jones, please, check your sources.
I will confirm it right now, publicly.
If Draco Malfoy and I were dating, I'd tell you.
Because I am a real newspaper woman.
I am a woman of truth.
And from this day on, I will further cancel my subscriptions of the Daily Prophet. Seen the new Quibbler lately?
-Ginny Weasley, Daily Prophet.
"Ginny?" Rose's head popped into her office the next morning.
"What's up."
"Um… Penelope… she wants to see you." Rose said nervously.
Ginny looked up from her papers and dropped her quill. "Is she…"
"It doesn't look too bright, Ginny."
Ginny sighed and stood up, passing Rose on the way. "Good luck!" she heard Rose call from behind her.
Knock knock
"Come in." Penelope's voice was sharp and cold.
"Damn." Ginny turned the doorknob slowly. "Hey, Penny. Nice haircut."
"Thank you. Sit. Tea?"
"No thanks."
"Look, Ginny, we have a problem."
"Yes…?"
"Your column today…"
"It was nice, wasn't it? Considering I was writing it very late into the night." Ginny asked.
"No, it wasn't. How many times do I have to warn you, Ginny! You need to control your anger. Take it out on anyone- you have our permission, but you KNOW you can't personally attack fellow CO-WORKERS."
"It's not like they haven't harassed me…"
"That's beside the point, Ginny. You shot Elaina Jones down."
"She deserved it."
"The first article a few days back wasn't from her. It was written by an anonymous source. At least Miss Jones had the nerves to write her name. Can't you at least respect that?"
"No, she wasn't brave enough, she was stupid enough…"
"GINNY!" Penelope cried out.
"PENELOPE!"
"This isn't a time to be playing around, Weasley. This is your third offense. I can't do anything in my power this time to keep you from getting fir-"
"You can't fire me. You know that." Ginny said suddenly, her eyes growing icy.
"I'm sorry, Ginny. It's not in my hands anymore. It's up to the ministry now and you know how much they adore you."
"You can't do this, Penny… Our deal… I could tell everyone about you and Percy…"
"I don't want it to happen, you should know. It's ruining me too, but I can't do anything about it, Ginny… look what your obnoxious temper have done now. Both our lives are ruined."
"Oh, don't be using that with me. You know damn well that I don't care if your life is over. You know I hate your guts."
"Thank you. How very indirect of you." Penelope said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry for being a Weasley, Penelope. Think of it this way; at least you got to shag one of them… seen Percy recently?" Ginny replied, challenging her bitter sarcasm.
"GINNY!"
"Trust me on this, Clearwater… there is no way in bloody hell that I will EVER be sorry about ANYTHING that I've ever written."
"You're so impossibly stubborn! I'm trying to let your step down with dignity but look at you! You say Draco Malfoy has an ego?"
"Yeah, yeah, I do. Is that a problem? At least I know how to speak the truth."
"The truth? Then why don't you just admit that you're obstinate, ridiculously self centered and incredibly difficult?"
"And why don't you just admit that you don't have an ounce of self esteem and you let ministry official step over you like a dirty doormat and you actually fell in love with that git of a brother of mine?"
"Get out."
"Gladly. I quit."
"Too bad we end in such a bad note. You were already fired long before you entered this room, Miss Weasley." Penelope said sharply.
Ginny smirked at her before opening the door. "And you were a helpless tramp long before you entered this room. Clean up your hair a bit more, Clearwater. Contrary to your beliefs, I doubt my dear brother would like it so unruly."
Ginny slammed the door extra hard and could hear the sound of a glass vase shattering inside the walls.
OOOOOOOOOO
"Egotistical? Self centered?" Ginny muttered, swearing as she dropped the box on her toes.
"Fired, weren't you, Weasley?"
Ginny whipped around to find a long missed Draco Malfoy at her doorframe once more.
"My doorway missed you, Malfoy. However, I haven't much."
"And that's the attitude that gets you fired, ladies and gentlemen. Ironic; I liked this morning's column the most so far."
"Oh?"
"Elaina Jones is probably the most annoying girl in the world."
"At least we have something in common."
"Ah, thrilled. Do you need help with that?" Draco asked, pointing at her overstuffed cardboard box.
"Yes."
"Scourgify. Locomotor boxes." Immediately, the boxes floated gently behind Draco.
"I could have done that myself." Ginny told him as she followed him out the door.
"Yeah? Well why didn't you?" he asked, stopping momentarily.
Ginny shrugged and gave one fleetering gaze into her office.
"I'm going to miss this."
Draco grinned. "I am too. Come on."
"I'm REALLY going to miss this." Ginny said, trudging behind him, however, mostly because she had nothing better to do.
They walked in surprising peace along the Daily Prophet headquarters but stopped when they reached the shiny glass doors.
"No way." Ginny whispered, spying the cameras and reporters waiting.
"What a perfect day to come visit my ex, eh?" Draco muttered. Ginny laughed unconsciously.
"LOOK! It's them! THEY'RE TOGETHER!" one of the reporters shouted. The white lights soon blinded them as a mob of reporters ran for them.
Quickly, Draco grabbed Ginny's hand and Ginny didn't even have to wonder what he was doing because almost seemed like a daily ritual now. Her guts squirmed as she felt herself being sucked into a tube with Draco Malfoy at her side.
By gods, did she hate apparating.
OOOOOOOOOO
"Hog's Head?" Ginny asked.
"Best place; these old fools probably don't even know who we are." Draco muttered, pointing at the quiet and musty atmosphere. "Butterbeer?"
"In the bottle, please." Ginny sighed.
"I know." Said Draco, nodding at the bartender.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. You know everything about me. Stalker."
"Me? Stalk you? Pffft." Draco leaned back in his chair and scratched his chest. "I can't lower myself THAT low."
"You know, I was thinking the same thing."
"Really? Tell me- what do you have that I don't?"
"A brain."
"Oh, that was very clever. Should I be writing that one down?"
"Shut it."
"Shut what?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Your filthy mouth."
"OH? You mean the one that you've kissed?"
"HAH! If I ever kissed you, the world has come to an end and my BUTTER BEER WOULD BE HERE." She said, glaring at the bartender who looked back at her with equal tension.
"Then I guess we should start packing over to Saturn because the world is over. Remember my birthday party?" Draco asked.
"Oh, you mean THAT? That doesn't count. You kissed ME."
"And YOU kissed BACK."
"No. I would never do that." Ginny said, shaking her head.
"Why are you so terrified of admitting that you've kissed me? It's just a kiss. It means nothing."
"Oh? OH? So you ARE a heartless brute after all. A kiss means nothing? HAH! And you come along telling me all sorts of funny stories that you love me?" Ginny cried out, grabbing the butter beer from the edge of the table.
"They weren't exactly funny."
"You don't know what love is. Love is nonexistent for you. If kissing is meaningless to you, so is love."
"Look- it's not like you even kissed ME. You said so yourself, even though I think otherwise, if you didn't kiss me back, then why are you getting so defensive about it? Are you saying that it DID mean something?"
"No! Stop overanalyzing everything!" Ginny cried out.
"And suddenly, Draco Malfoy is the overanalyzer."
"Not, suddenly, no. You've always been like this."
"Okay, well, then tell me this. On a scale of one to ten, how good was the kiss? Out of curiosity?" Draco asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very good with negative numbers."
"Oh, I forgot, you're not very good with numbers, period. Setting the record for the worst possible Arithmacy OWL testing grade?"
"Arthmacy has nothing to do with this, Malfoy. At least I don't have a reputation for being a death eater."
"Former death eater, excuse you."
Ginny stood up. "HAH! I'm SORRY about that, then. I won't make the same mistake ever again."
"Sit down, Weasley. How difficult can you get? For the past two weeks, I've been nothing but nice to you."
"No, for the past two weeks, you've been nothing to me."
"Is this how you treat all the men who come confessing that they love you? No wonder you're single. I always wondered why, I mean, you're pretty, smart, and hilarious. Myestery solved."
"Good work, detective. Can I go now?" Ginny spat back.
"No, sit down, Weasley." Draco said in the most intensely calm voice.
"Ooh, was that the voice you used when you went around killing hundreds of innocent souls as a death eater?"
"Actually, yes." He said, matching the tone of her voice. "Sometimes I wonder why I ever bothered to tell you I love you."
"It goes well with all the other meaningless things you say."
Draco pushed his hair back and took a deep breath. "You can call me names and you can accuse me of being a death eater, but you just CAN'T accuse me of not knowing what love is. Frankly, I think it's YOU who needs to learn."
"Learn WHAT? Learn from you about love? Please, that's like learning how to do the avada kedavra from a first year."
"I may have been a philandering and arrogant git but I never met someone who could challenge me like you have. I never met someone who could challenge me and win like you have. I never met someone as blind and obstinate like you. Every single men you've ever dated had taken advantage of you."
"Oh look, here comes the 'I know you love me' speech."
"You know yourself that you are the most bothersome woman in the face of the planet. Why don't you do something about it? You can't hide from the fact that I was probably the longest relationship you've ever had in years."
"That's not true…"
"I don't know why I even bother with you. But you intrigue me. You are just too interesting."
"Flattered."
"I don't care if you write crap about me in your columns. I never did. The only reason why I came into that office two weeks ago is because I wanted to meet you in person. I was bored."
"Yeah, killing lives endlessly could get redundant."
"If you forget the fact that I was once a death eater for a second, and if you forget that fact that my name is Draco Malfoy, I can humbly say that I've never treated a woman as well as I've treated you the past couple of weeks."
Ginny took another sip of her butterbeer. "But in reality, you WERE a death eater and you ARE Draco Malfoy."
"And YOU are Ginny Weasley but yet, I can't stop thinking about you. I DO love you. YOU are just plain scared of me. Actually, you're scared of men, period."
"Me? You're very funny."
"And so are you. I know this isn't getting me anywhere because your ego is just too grand, but if you can just open your eyes for a second… I don't want to hurt you again like I did on my birthday."
"You never hurt me…"
"You're scared of giving into me."
Ginny gaped and stood up again, scoffing. "And you were telling me about MY ego a second ago?"
Draco pushed his hair back once more and let out one last quivering breath.
"Answer me one question, then, Weasley. Why did you kiss me back? If you were still your same stubborn self back then, you wouldn't have." He retorted, his eyes boring into her.
She sighed. "I'll admit, Malfoy, that you destroyed my esteem and dignity that day. You did crush me but I'm back." Her eyes began to fog up as she took a step sideways away from the table. "I will admit to you that I've been hurt before but I won't let it happen again. I know that if I ever, EVER lose my mind and start something with you, I'll be hurt again in a heartbeat." She grabbed her purse.
"Why are you so sure of that?" Draco asked timidly.
"BECAUSE! YOU! You're the world's richest man alive. Why else would you bend down for someone like me? A commoner? Unemployed? Why else would the richest and the most arrogant man alive take steps down for me? To hurt me. To ridicule me. To humiliate me."
"So all this time, you were scared this was some sick joke?"
He waited there for what seemed like hours for her to answer him. All she did was stand there, staring off out the dusty windows of the bar. The other customers around them didn't matter anymore.
She nodded.
Draco smiled and stepped closer to her. There were tears just brimming the edge of her eyes. In one swift move, he held her in his arms, her body seeming to melt at his warm touch.
An old witch in the corner began to weep.
He let go of her and leaned closer, her face just a centimeter away. He sensed her squirming and slightly hesitant; her eyes shut tightly closed.
Draco smirked. "Scared?"
Ginny opened her eyes retorted with a grin, grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back toward her.
"I'm not scared to kiss you, Malfoy." She whispered. "And I never was." She said before pushing his head down and connecting his lips to hers. Her body molded in almost perfectly into his, her delicate arms wrapped gingerly around his neck and his own arms holding her waist protectively; lovingly. They were like two puzzle pieces put together into one. Slowly, her arms dropped down his torso and his hands slid off her hips and their fingers intertwined.
Draco pulled back, tugging Ginny's bottom lip slightly and looking intently into her eyes.
"You love me, don't you." He whispered.
"The closest thing to love that I will ever feel for you is hate."
He smiled and captured her lips into his once more.
His addiction.
Love.
A force so strong that it has powers to bind a man and woman (or woman and woman or man and man) together for eternity, where they are virtually blind to every other aspect of their lives.
Basically… love doesn't exist.
Because the new fad nowadays are money, power, strength, and work.
How can love exist?
Nowadays, women are in "love" with a man's money (or vice versa). They are in "love with their strength and their height in the social ladder in this atrocious and god forsaken government.
I find true love to be on the streets. Two people, barely passing by with barely any money but content and happy with their spouse. That is love. When the richest wizard in this world falls a bit behind on the social ladder to stay behind with a struggling, poor girl.
That is love.
OOOOOOOOOO
Oooooh, danggggggg.
That little italic thing in the end is from the first chapter. Remember?
Well, so, I guess this is the last chapter or something? Maybe an epilogue?
I don't know.
I'm so confused.
I'm like barely alive as I write this chapter, I barely know what happened.
I'm going to post this chapter anyways and read it another time and figure it all out.
I hope you all enjoyed!
How'd you like the end, then? Do you think it was too abrupt?
Oh, wow, I can't think straight at all.
I need more sleep.
Bye, guys!
