Nothing belongs to me.
LXXXVII: Obsession
I'm sorry. Two words, seven letters, one apostrophe. It was these two words, seven letters, and one apostrophe that haunted her days and nights for the last week.
True, yes, there was nothing remotely astonishing about these words. It was the fact that Draco Malfoy had said them…to her… Draco Malfoy apologizing to Ginny Weasley…
No one else seemed to understand (or care about) the reason for this.
But Ginny did. Perfectly.
It was obviously some new level of the never ending game played by their families: mind screwing.
Well, one point for Malfoy, because it was working.
Yeah, it was safe to say that Ginny Weasley was being mind screwed. You could even say that she was obsessed with deciphering the hidden meaning in his seemingly innocent words – and Malfoy himself.
All her conversations with Dean that week centered on the subject of Malfoy and during mealtimes, she wouldn't hesitate to sneak a peek at the Slytherin table. In class, her mind would wander dangerously and often, when she was supposed to be doing homework or studying for O.W.L.S., Ginny would find herself listing every possible thing Malfoy could have meant by his apology.
It wasn't until she was considering asking her brother for his opinion on Draco's – Malfoy's, Malfoy's eyes that Ginny realized just how bad this thing had become.
So bad…she got butterflies in her stomach just thinking of the smirking Slytherin…
Something drastic would be needed to be done.