Okay, so what does Malfoy think of the kiss? Well, here is his own private thoughts that aren't so private because we are reading them. . . .ahem, anyways. This chapter might seem a little angst-y, but don't worry! Things will be as mellow as a mellon in the next few chapters. Heh, always wanted to say that. . . .
Malfoy stormed into the castle, incensed at what had happened only a few moments earlier. Why had he done that? It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense at the moment. Deep in miserable thoughts, he glanced up to find himself in the Slytherin common room without any knowledge of walking there. Muttering the password under his breath, he hastily made his way to his dorm.
Thankful that no one was in there, he locked the door and threw himself on his bed facedown. What was wrong with him? Kissing the Weaselette? Was he out of his mind? This wasn't like him. Not at all. He could still feel her lips on his, her hands playing with the tips of his hair.
This is crazy! He thought frantically to himself. I can't do this! We hate each other! We always have and always will! Didn't feel like hate to me, a smug voice whispered in the back of his mind. Shut up! He snarled, furious with himself. Is talking to yourself the first sign of insanity? He mused absently.
The pale haired teenager suddenly stood up and walked over to the wall and punched it hard. The skin broke and the nerves in his hands went on a frenzy. His whole hand became numb for one horrible second and then the pain came. Nothing like what the so-called 'Dark Lord' had done to him the previous two years of course, but terrible nonetheless.
He gritted his teeth and bore the pain almost gladly. Anything to take his thoughts off her. She was poison to him. Nothing good would ever come of this. The thought of what his father would say made him laugh out loud. It was not a happy laugh, or even a cruel one. It was the laugh of one knowing he was on the verge of insanity and it was all because of a stupid teenage girl. A very beautiful, smart, strong, stupid teenage girl.
Life is too cruel sometimes. Oh, Malfoy can take the Dark Lord. He can take having to kill Dumbledore. He can take his father being given the Dementor's kiss. He can take his mother wasting away in her bed from depression. He can take all those things, but the one thing he cannot take. . . .is Ginevra Weasley.
Ginny didn't know how long she sat there, replaying the whole thing over and over in her mind. She just couldn't understand it. She had kissedMalfoy!Malfoy! The smell of him still lingered, exhilarating her senses. No! I can't do this. She had to get away from there or she would go mad.
Hurrying back to the castle with her head down, she hoped her cheeks wasn't flushed or that there was any other tell tale signs that something had happened. Not looking where she was going, she ran into someone as she was making her way down the corridor towards the Gryffindor common room. Looking up, she almost wailed as she realized who it was.
"Ginny? What are you doing? Why do you look like you've seen a boggart?" Harry asked her in a concerned tone. It became too much and she pushed past him, tears trailing down her face as she ran away from him. One look at her face and the Fat Lady opened without a word. Ginny ran up the stairs to the girl's dorm, ignoring all the stares she was receiving from the other Gryffindors in the common room.
She didn't come out from her room all day. Hermonie tried to come in and talk to her, but quickly ran back out, a few hexes smashing into the wall where she had stood. Harry started getting a little angry at Ginny's actions. Why is she acting so unreasonable lately? I know she has a temper, but what did I do to set her off this time?
Monday morning, Ginny reluctantly sat up in her bed, the curtains firmly closed to give her some privacy. What was she going to do? She couldn't face them! Especially not him. . . .
What if he was telling all his friends about it? The thought horrified her and almost sent her scurrying back under the covers. But no. She was a Gryffindor! And Gryffindors do not run away from life's challenges. Especially not Ginny.
She slowly got up and pulled her clothes on numbly, her mind on distant things. After a last look in the mirror, she calmly walked down the stairs to the common room and strolled out, seemingly oblivious to all the confused stares. As she was making her way down the corridor to the Great Hall, Harry caught up to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Ginny, I have to talk to you. . . ." The red haired teenager stopped suddenly, causing Harry to stumble a little and drop his arms off her shoulders.
"I need to talk to you too Harry," she told him in a cool voice. He opened his mouth to say something, but she raised a hand to ward it off. "I just wanted to say that I'm breaking up with you. Have a good day," she finished before strolling on down the hall, leaving him standing there with his mouth hanging open.
Ginny glided into the Great Hall, carefully keeping her eyes from straying over to the Slytherin table. Ignoring the whispers, she gracefully sat down at her table and started eating her breakfast as if nothing was wrong. A few moments later, Ron stormed into the hall and sat down beside her.
"What are you thinking Ginny? Breaking up with Harry? What is going on with you? Why are you acting so unreasonable?" he demanded after pausing to take a deep breath. Ginny just continued eating her meal slowly, a carefully blank look on her face. She had observed Malfoy enough to know how to keep her emotions from showing. Ugh! There he was again, showing up in her thoughts at the most unexpected and inopportune times. . . .
Ron gaped at her, unable to believe that she was just ignoring him. Him! Her favorite youngest brother, who is still older than her, and whose name is also Ronald!
(A/N just so it's not confusing, this means that there is only one brother who is both the youngest boy and whose name is Ronald. And he is her favorite out of the one. Just a little Ron irony for ya)
"Ginny. . . ." he started, but was forced to wait when Ginny held up a slender hand to ward off his words. After a few seconds of torture for Ron, she finally finished her meal and turned towards him.
"Ron, I am sick and tired of you and Harry trying to run my life. I am my own woman, and therefore can make whatever decisions I choose to make. You have no right to come barging in here like that, and demand a reason for me breaking up with Harry. But, I will still give you a few. One, he lied to me. Two, we just don't love each other anymore. And three, I'm tired of feeling like a third wheel to your exclusive group. The Golden Trio is called that for a reason. I just happen to not be one of the trio. Now, if you will excuse me, I have somewhere else to be," she told him calmly.
Elegantly standing up from the table, she glided out of the hall, leaving Ron standing there with his mouth still open much like Harry had been when she told him she was dumping him.
Malfoy silently watched the show from the other side of the hall. His eyes narrowed as he attempted to understand what they were saying. Muttering a quick hearing enhancement charm, he managed to hear most of her words. A thoughtful look came over his face as he watched her glide out, leaving Potter's sidekick standing there like a fish out of water.
Just what is Harry's secret? You might find out in the next few chapters! Or not. . . .you'll just have to read and find out! Hehehe ;D
Next Chapter: More insanity of course! And, a little rulebreaking for our favorite snake and lioness! Oh, the horrors never cease. . . .