Right Kind of Wrong
Disclaimer: All original characters in this fic belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended and I'm not making any money off of them. The lyrics are from "Right Kind of Wrong" sung by LeAnn Rimes. The fic is named after the song since my inspiration was obtained from hearing it. Anything you don't recognize is mine, so hands off! However…if someone wants to use something, I might be willing to grant permission…ASSUMING they ask!
A/N: I'm sorry if my characters seem OOC but that's really my decision since this is my story…so please don't get on my case about that. There will be explanations later! *grins* Anyway, I hope you like it, and please review with any corrections or suggestions you might wanna tell me. Blatant praise is accepted too! :-P I'll take flames too…no matter how stupid they really are in the long run, but hey, whatever, it's your prerogative. Bye!
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Ginny Weasley had a secret…
Deep…very.
Dark…perhaps.
Complicated…heck, yeah.
In fact, this particular secret could confuse some of the greatest psychiatric minds of the wizarding or muggle world…not to mention poor Ginny. It was a very…contradicting secret…to say the least. How was it that the mere thought of it could fill her mind with dread at the precise moment her heart leaped for joy?
Ginny sighed and thought about how this all started…
***Flashback***
"What?!" shrieked Ginny, "How can I possibly be failing Potions?!"
Professor Snape sighed, obviously annoyed, "You tell me, Weasley."
Ginny could stand there, stammering in shock as Professor Snape continued in his cold, heartless voice with his usual dose of sarcasm.
"Perhaps it might have something to do with the fact that you insist on doodling Potter's name and daydreaming about him, rather than actually paying attention?"
Ginny blushed and looked at the floor, but didn't bother denying her crush on Harry.
"I would suggest, Weasley, that you find some way to bring your grade up…or risk retaking this course next year. Needless to say, I'm sure we both wouldn't want that to happen…now would we?"
"N-no, sir," Ginny whispered, struggling to keep her tears from falling.
With his normal curt voice, Snape said, "You're dismissed."
Ginny turned around quickly, clutching her books to her chest tightly as she hurried out of the room so that Professor Snape wouldn't see her tears and think that she was weak. Granted, he most likely already thought that, but there was no use giving him a reason to confirm his thoughts.
As she rushed out of the Potions classroom into the hallway, not paying attention to where she was going, she abruptly crashed into something…or rather someone. Her books fell to the floor (seeing as how she dropped them from shock). She immediately bent down to pick them up, not bothering to look and see who she crashed into, muttering "Sorry." She reached out to grab her Potions book, but another pair of hands beat her to it.
"Yeah…I'm sure you are," came a sickenly familiar drawl.
Ginny's heart stopped and her movements froze as she recognized the sound of that voice. Slowly - as though she dared not to, but her body was betraying her - she lifted her eyes. Ginny momentarily stopped breathing as she found herself staring into the cold ice-gray eyes that belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy. After a second, she forced herself to talk.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked, slightly surprised at how composed her voice sounded, as she stood up with her books gathered in her arms…with the exception of her Potions book…which conveniently enough, Draco was holding.
"Needed to talk to Professor Snape," he said simply.
"Oh," Ginny replied, "well…um…would you mind giving me my textbook back? I don't fancy seeing Snape's reaction if I lost it."
Draco merely raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and handed her the book as he brushed past her.
Ginny stood for a moment, recollecting herself from the events of the past five minutes. Then, she slowly started making her way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, when a voice stopped her.
"Weasley, wait!"
Normally, Ginny would have kept going upon hearing Draco's voice but, this time something in his voice willed her to stop and see what he had to say. She turned around to face him as he made his way toward her. As he neared her, she looked into his eyes and, surprisingly, found that he seemed to be fighting a battle of sorts carefully hidden behind the usual cold exterior. Ginny thought for a moment…
Wow…his eyes really are quite gorgeous…wonder why I never really noticed them before, she thought. She attempted to look further into the depths of his eyes…but Draco suddenly seemed to notice what she was doing and quickly looked away. After a few seconds, he looked back into her eyes…but this time…the coldness was back. As Draco began to talk, Ginny quickly willed herself to remember this…so that she could look back upon it later and figure out what was going on with him…
"Look…um…I…uh…overheard your conversation with Snape."
Ginny merely raised her eyebrows and said, "And this is of interest to you…why?"
"If you want…I'll help you out…tutor you or something…"
Ginny suddenly realized the true meaning of shock upon hearing his words. Her jaw hung open as she stared at Draco with a mixture of confusion and disbelief written all over her face. She blurted out, "Are you sure?? I mean…uh…why would you do that? Why would you want to do that??"
Draco smirked, "Haven't you ever heard the saying, `Don't look a gift hippogriff in the mouth'?" Ginny blushed a little, but Draco continued. "Look…you don't have to accept my help if you don't want to…but, the offer is still there, okay?" He turned to leave, but, this time…Ginny interrupted him.
"What's the catch?"
"Catch?"
"Yeah…catch…I mean… you're a Malfoy; you don't do things if there's nothing in it for you."
He looked back at her and thought for a second before replying, "There's no catch…but, assuming you say yes, there are a few…conditions…just to be safe."
"What are the conditions?"
"One…absolutely no one finds out about this. Two…in public, we act as we normally would and basically kill each other. And three," he paused for a second, with a grin on his face and then continued, "you can't fall in love with me."
Ginny laughed genuinely at his joke. Draco seemed a little bit surprised that she not only understood his joke but actually liked it. Ginny smiled and said, "I think I can agree to those terms." But then, she held out her hand…
Draco appeared to be a taken aback by her gesture of partnership…of friendship. After a second, he took her hand and said…
"Okay, meet me outside your common room at 9?"
"Yeah…okay."
Then Draco did yet another thing completely uncharacteristic of himself…he smiled. Not a smirk…but a real smile…one that lit up his whole face. Then, he turned around and headed back to his common room…forgetting about talking to Professor Snape.
Ginny stood where she was… as she had so many times that day…and again tried to compose herself. After a little while…she smiled…realizing exactly what had just occurred between her and Draco - the start of a new beginning.
"Oy…" she muttered, shaking her head, as she walked back to Gryffindor with her head full of confusing, ambivalent and…weird…thoughts.
***End Flashback***
"Ginny? Hello, are you there?"
Ginny blinked a couple of times and said, "Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sorry, Hermione."
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I was just…thinking."
"Oh," Hermione raised her eyebrows, apparently not convinced, "and I assume that you just didn't realize you were staring at Malfoy."
"I…uh…what?"
Hermione laughed, "You've been staring at Malfoy since I came in, maybe even before that."
"No, I haven't. I was…uh…staring…um…."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Can it, Ginny. You just better not let Ron and Harry see you making googly eyes at him."
"I was not making googly eyes at him!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Right," laughed Hermione, "tell it to the judge." Ginny only stared at her. Hermione glanced at the door to see Ron and Harry come in, "They're here. You do know that I expect full details from you later, right?"
"Hey, Hermione," Harry said as he sat down next to her, "what are you girls up to?"
Hermione smirked and said, "None of your business. It was girl talk."
"What do you girls talk about when we're gone?" Ron asked.
Ginny answered, "Nothing you wanna know about."
"No, come on! Seriously, I wanna know!" Ron begged, "Please?"
"Okay, fine. If you really wanna know…"
This time Harry joined in with Ron and they both shouted, "Yes!"
Ginny turned to Hermione, "What do you think, Herm?"
"Hmm…I'm not sure they deserve to know just now."
"So, we should make them work for it?"
"Oh, yeah…you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yup!"
Ron and Harry listened to the girls with increasing panic. Finally, Harry worked up the courage to ask, "Uh…what exactly are you girls gonna make us do to find out?"
Hermione explained, "Well, boys. The term "Girl Talk" and its connotations are highly classified and only females are allowed to know what it means."
Ginny joined in, "So, basically, the day you two become friends with Malfoy…is the day we'll tell you what we talk about behind your backs."
Ron looked confused, "But…we'll never become friends with…Malfoy."
Ginny only smiled innocently and said, "Exactly," as she grabbed her books and left the Great Hall.
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I know all about,
About your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
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When she passed through the entrance into the hallway a thought popped into her head, "Exactly…" Only this time…it had an entirely different meaning.
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