My Dirty Little Secret... Who has to Know?
Ginny knew fairy tales ended. Most of the time your heroine got her happily ever after, but she was growing more and more certain that this was not to be one of those times. This wasn't a time when the toad turns into a handsome prince who loves her forever. This wasn't going to be a time when the prince offers to give away everything just to have the pretty peasant girl. This wasn't going to be a time when a fairy godmother stepped in and handed her a ticket away from it all.
This was going to be a time when she got her heart broken.
She knew it from the moment Draco asked her to accompany him out to the veranda. This was not going to end well.
For a few moments before hand, dancing around the stunned congregation, she had entertained the idea that perhaps her prince had finally shown up.
But Draco's words had brought her world crashing back down to earth, where his family hated her family and they could never work.
She sat on the railing of the balcony like area, smiling shyly at him. He managed a smile.
"I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to the dance."
She nodded, "It's crossed my mind. There are other girls you could have asked that would piss Harry off more, though if you were trying to make a mortal enemy of my brother, I'd have to say you suceeded."
Draco chuckled, "That is a perk. The truth is... I like you."
"I don't believe it." GInny said, straightfaced.
"I didn't expect you to."
"You expect me to believe that you like me?"
"Well... yeah."
She paused, "Let's say that I did. How much?"
"What?"
"How much do you like me? Obviously enough to ruin your reputation and risk a smack on the hand by Daddy dearest."
Draco winced, "It's gonna be a lot worse than a slap on the hand, I assure you."
"But you can just lie," She continued, getting off the railing and approaching him. "Tell him you were using me. Isn't that what you Malfoys do? Use people til they run dry? Like Dobby?"
Draco scowled at her, "I had nothing to do with Dobby!"
"But you didn't stop it either."
"What are you, mental? I'd like to see my eighteenth birthday with all my limbs attached! You don't defy my father without some sort of backup plan."
"Aren't you defying him here?"
"Yeah, bu-" Draco shut his mouth but he had already said too much.
"I see. So you were planning to lie to him. Or is it me you're lying to?"
"Ginny, I-"
"Don't call me Ginny. You lost that privilage with my trust."
She started past him but he grabbed her arm. "Please, tell me how to fix this."
"You're a selfish little brat who doesn't care about anyone beside himself and how a select few who can get him in trouble."
"That's not who I am!" he hissed.
She pulled out of his grip and stepped past him. Her footsteps faltered and he heard her hair rustle across her back as she turned her head to say, "You really want to get a chance again?"
"Yes." He whispered. "More than you know, Gi-- Freckles."
There was a pause then she said, "Then prove me wrong. Show me you're not the man I think you are."
Then with a rustle of silk, she was gone and Draco was left alone with his treacherous thoughts.
(A/N: Kinda sad. I'll make up for it in a the next chapter, I promise.