All Harry Potter Characters don't belong to me.
The Source - Chapter Twenty
"Speaking"
<Thinking>
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Draco had finished patrolling the halls and was making his way back to his room. When he entered his room Ginny was already there, sitting in the chair next to his bed and reading a piece of parchment. She looked up and their eyes met. Ginny smiled.
"How was Head Boy duty?" she asked happily. Draco raised an eyebrow. She never asks about such insignificant matters.
"Fine," he said casually.
Draco walked over to his drawer and was getting things ready to have a shower. He was rummaging through his clothes when Ginny spoke.
"Malfoy, why did you stick up for me today?" she asked. Draco was still shuffling through his clothes.
"What are you talking about, Weasley? I haven't seen you all day so how could I stick up for you. Not that I would anyway," he said half-heartedly.
"What about in the Library when Hermione approached you?" Ginny stated. Draco stopped what he was doing and turned around with a deep frown.
<She was not supposed to know about that> he though grumpily and was growing angry.
"You were spying on me again weren't you?" he said and then slammed the drawer shut. Ginny winced. "Just because I know you're the Source doesn't give you the right to know about everything in my life, Weasley," Draco continued yelling. "I don't care if you go around snooping on everyone else but I find you very annoying. Stop being a pest and give me some privacy will you."
He was really glaring at Ginny now and she could see the rage in his eyes. Ginny was on the verge of tears but hid it very well. She just put on a stone face.
"I wasn't deliberately spying on you, Malfoy," she said quietly. She then got up and placed a piece of parchment on his desk. "I was just collecting this from the Library. I place one under every table in there; I didn't mean to know about your conversation with Hermione."
Ginny couldn't look into Draco's eyes and was instead looking at some books, which were on the side. Draco was still mad and strode to the table to snatch up the piece of paper. He looked over it and saw that it was written like a role-play of exactly what he and Hermione had talked about in the Library.
Draco Malfoy: What do you want, Granger?
Hermione Granger: I came here to give you a warning, Malfoy. You better not do anything to Ginny or else you'll regret it
Draco Malfoy: I don't know what you're talking about, Granger. What has the Little Weasley got to do with me?
The parchment continued on with their whole conversation written out. He looked at Ginny who still had her head down. She took a deep breath and spoke again.
"It's a spell I cast on parchments so that it writes down what anyone near it says. It's the only way I can know what secret things are happening around the school," Ginny explained, now looking at Draco. "I stick them everywhere, even on walls, where I make them invisible. I was collecting them and reading through them when I came across this one. I wasn't deliberately spying on you, Malfoy, and I just wanted to say thank you." Ginny then quickly grabbed her bag and ran out of the room.
Draco was torn between running after her and remaining angry. He had not wanted Weasley to know that he had defended her. Letting anyone know he actually did something nice was what he always avoided, which was why he blew up at her. By the time Draco had regained his senses she had left ages ago so there was no use chasing after her. He ended up sitting in the chair all night holding the empty medicine bottle while thinking about Ginny and trying to sort out the feelings he has for her. More like trying to deny he has feelings for her.
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Ginny was running as fast as she could. Twisting and turning around halls until she reached a particular wall. She tapped a rhythm on the wall and a golden door appeared. She yanked it open and stepped in. The door closed behind her and materialised back into the stonewall pattern. Ginny was in the Holy Passage of Character.
The long rectangular room was lit brightly and had a gold and cream colour co-ordination. The room contained 6 full-length mirrors, three on each side of the room. In the middle of the room there was an extravagant fountain, spraying clear, glittery water. Behind the fountain there was a small platform that was covered in golden silk sheets and piled full of soft cream cushions.
The mirrors in the room all portrayed a different characteristic of a person. There were six mirrors in total: Truth, Comfort, Dreams, Hate, Denial and Love.
Truth always told what was true in one's mind.
Comfort made you feel better with nice words.
Dreams would speak what one wished and hoped will happen.
Hate voiced the loath a person had within them.
Denial would help deny any painful truths.
And Love would remind a person of what they truly loved.
Ginny went to sit down on the soft silk sheets and leaned back onto a big comfy cushion. She reached out to her right and picked up a piece of chocolate from a small table filled with fruits and sweets. She popped the chocolate into her mouth and then walked over to the Mirror of Comfort. The mirror was on the wall to her left and was covered by a curtain. Ginny pulled a rope on the side, which opened the curtain to reveal a mirror. The mirror had a gold, hand-carved frame and the word 'Comfort' was inscribed on the top. Next to it hung the mirror of Truth and after that was the mirror of Dreams. On the opposite wall hung the mirrors of Love, Hate and Denial
Ginny looked into the mirror of comfort and saw her own reflection.
"Looking good, Ginny, dear," the reflection said back, "Have another chocolate. They're 99% fat free."
Ginny saw herself smiling at the mirror's antics but a tear rolled down her face and ruined the happy image. She turned her back on the mirror and the tears were flowing heavily down her cheek now.
All the curtains covering the mirrors magically opened and the mirror of Truth spoke,
[He hates me. Not because I'm a Weasley but because if what I do,] said her reflection. Ginny cried harder. The reflection from the mirror of Dreams called out from the end of the room,
[I wish the pain would go away]
[Get a grip, Ginny. So what if Malfoy hates you. He's Malfoy, he's always hated you,] said the reflection of Hate.
[You do what you do for your family, Ginny. Nothing matters more than them,] said her reflection of Love.
All the voices were making Ginny confused so she lifted her wand and closed all the curtains so that mirrors were all covered.
Ginny breathed in deeply and then walked out of the room. What all of the mirrors said was true because they each reflected a different part of her.
The Mirrors in the room had helped to clearly show Ginny what she felt, especially what the mirror of Love had said. You do what you do for your family, Ginny. Nothing matters more than them. She knew what to do now.
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Draco couldn't concentrate for the whole day because Ginny was always on his mind. He had yelled at her and now he felt terrible.
<Not that she's important or anything,> he kept telling himself. But it didn't help ease his mind or heart.
It was finally nightfall and Draco was waiting patiently in his room for Ginny to arrive. One hour. Two hours. Three hours. He waited and waited but she never came. At first he was worried that she wasn't coming because she was still mad at him but towards the last hour he grew angry with her for making him wait.
The portrait creaked open and Draco glared at Ginny entering. She glared back and walked to his desk to put her book bag down. She rummaged through it and took out a vial filled with red liquid. She threw it at him and he caught it easily.
"What's this, Weasley?" Draco asked.
"Your new medicine," Ginny replied coldly.
"What happened to my old one?" he asked curiously.
"I changed it," she said.
Draco eyed the vile and looked at it cautiously. Ginny crossed her arms and was giving him a death glare.
"If you're worried I'm going to poison you, you don't have to. Just because I make a living off other people's secrets it doesn't mean I'm morally corrupt enough to enjoy murdering someone."
Draco inwardly cringed at her sharp words. She was obviously still very mad about what he said last night so he got up from his chair and walked towards her. He extended his arms a bit and was going to hug her but Ginny moved away to pick up her bag and sling it over her shoulder. Draco felt rejected.
"Look, Malfoy," Ginny huffed. "You're medicine is different because I spent the whole day creating a new one which can prevent your attacks for a whole week. So just drink it and then I won't have to come back for another week." Ginny turned quickly on her heel to head out but Draco reached out and pulled her back.
"Weasley, why are you doing this? Is it because of what I said last night?" he asked, sounding very apologetic. Ginny snatched her arm back and turned to glare at him.
"The world doesn't always evolve around you, Malfoy. What I do isn't necessarily because of you. I'm actually going away with Madame Pomfrey to St. Mungo's soon, so I won't be around for a few days. That's why I changed your medicine."
"So this medicine is only for this week then," he said hopefully.
"No, you'll be drinking this from now on so I won't have to come here every night. I wouldn't want to invade your privacy," Ginny said, deliberately emphasizing the last few words. Draco got angry.
"Hey, I'm sorry about what I said last night, alright? What more do you want me to do?" he yelled.
"No, you are not sorry," Ginny yelled back, "so don't say it when you don't mean it. I don't want you to do anything either, Malfoy. I just don't want to come here every night to waste my time on you." Draco was furious now. He was trying to make things better and she just had to make it difficult.
"Fine, Weasley, Just get my cure done quickly then I wouldn't have to see you ever again." Ginny had her hands clenched in anger.
"Fine, I'll get it made as soon as possible then I'll be rid of you for good," she yelled.
Ginny then stormed out of the room steaming. After she had left, Draco roughly pulled the lid off the vial and downed the medicine quickly. He then threw the bottle against the wall and it smashed into little pieces.
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Ginny was true to her word and the following day she left with Madam Pomfrey to go to St. Mungo's for some more proficient work experience.
Draco watched through his common room window as Ginny walked away from the school with Madam Pomfrey. He cursed her for making him feel so hopeless. He hardly ever apologized, and when he did last night, she just threw it back at him like it was nothing.
<Well you're also nothing, Weasley. You mean nothing to me,> he tried to convince himself. And it worked, but only for a very short time.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a hand being placed on his shoulder. He looked up and found that it belonged to Felicity Lateris.
"Hi, Draco," she said sweetly.
"Hey," Draco answered gloomily.
Felicity ignored his depressing tone and just continued with what she wanted to do: ask him out.
"You know, there's this party tonight on level two in an old classroom, and I was wondering if you would like to go. With me," she asked nervously. Draco sighed tiredly.
"Sure, whatever," he answered nonchalantly. Felicity was ecstatic. She wanted to scream and jump up high but restrained herself.
"Cool," she said with strained calmness. "I'll meet you here tonight at 10 then."
Draco just nodded and Felicity went skipping away with joy.
<Stubborn, irritating and incomprehensible Weasley,> Draco thought grumpily. <I miss you already>
End of Chapter Twenty. Thanks for reading and I Hope you Review.
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