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In Trouble
Ginny screamed as loud and as shrilly as she could without shattering her vocal chords. She continued for a few minutes, before rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling of her four-poster. In one swift movement, she grabbed the pillow again, smothered her face, and screamed profanities that would make your mother's hair curl.
"FUCK SHIT BITCH DAMN HELL CRAP-" she went on for another few minutes before giving her voice box a rest, for she would surely have laryngitis by tomorrow. Ginny removed the pillow in order to breath, and swept in a large gust of air. She started to whine, which turned into a sort of strangled cry, if anything.
"I can't believe I just kissed Draco Malfoy! What the hell was I thinking? WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?" she screamed into the pillow again. "But I don't like him. I can't. I won't. I hate him. He's my brother's mortal enemy."
Ginny turned about yet again and buried her face into her pillow. She closed her eyes, willing back tears of anger. She was angry with herself for even thinking of kissing that ferret. The little bastard.
She'd have to "break up" with him. That was the only way she would come out unscathed or without feelings for him. If she waited a bit longer to break up with him, then she might develop feelings for him. It was much safer to get out while she still could.
Ginny swung her legs around the side of her bed and sat there for a moment, gripping the edges of the bed until her knuckles turned white
"Damn Malfoy," she muttered. But do I want it back to normal? She asked herself. "Hell yeah!" she was quick to answer…too quick.
Ginny groaned before standing up. She sulked out of her dormitory and into the common room, where Ron was sitting on the couch, staring into the fire. Harry and Hermione were curled up in a huge squishy armchair, whispering in each other's ears and kissing every so often.
"Ron," Ginny said quietly. Dusk was falling upon them, casting lights across the common room floor, dancing in free-form patterns of blues, purples, and oranges.
He said nothing. He just sat and stared into the fire, his face expressionless. Ginny swerved around the couch and sat next to him. He barely noticed she was there. His eyes momentarily flickered to her, but that was it. Ginny turned to him and gave him a hug from the side, and STILL no reaction.
"Ron, I love you. I'd never do anything to hurt you," she whispered on the verge of tears.
"I love you too, Gin," he rasped. "But why? Why you? Why Malfoy? I just want you to be happy. I'll back off. I'll be nice to your boyfriends, just not Malfoy. Please, Gin-Gin. Not him." They sat in silence for a moment.
"I'm sorry Ron. I mean, I knew you would get mad when you heard, but I didn't realize-I guess I didn't realize you'd be so…so…" Ginny trailed off and they sat in silence for another few moments.
"Please, Gin? Dump him? I'd do anything."
"I'll try, Ron, but I'm not making any promises."
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Draco Malfoy paced the confines of his dormitory. His hands were entwined together behind his back as his eyes concentrated solely on the floor.
"Damn Weasley," he spat. "Bloody fucking woman. If Potter hadn't weaseled about when we were talking, none of this mess would've happened!" He groaned out of anger, falling onto his bed and running his hands through his hair, for the umpteenth time that day. "It's not like I even like her!" There was a flicker of doubt in his mind, which he quickly pushed away. "Of course I don't like her! She's a…She's a…" but the words were lost on Draco's tongue. He found it challenging to insult Ginny Weasley.
Ginny Weasley.
He let that sink in for a moment. He found it hard to insult Ginny Weasley. It wouldn't be as hard to believe if it weren't a Weasley. Of course, Ginny was a nice girl, pretty face, rather smart, but her family are the Weasleys: the poorest, lowliest, foulest family in Britain.
But Draco couldn't stop feeling her lips on his.
Draco rested his elbows on his knees and sighed heavily. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"It's open," he uttered slowly.
"What's up, mate? You sound like you're on death row," the familiar voice of Blaise Zabini echoed through the room. "Ginny got you down already?" Blaise took his nearby desk chair and straddled it, resting his arms across the back of it.
"No, it's…" Draco sighed. "You're my mate, right? You can keep a secret?"
"Depends," Blaise responded, "how juicy is it?"
"Do you know how gay that sounded? Almost like one of those wretched Patil's." Blaise rolled his eyes and lobbed a nearby pillow at his head.
"Anyways, what's this big secret?" he asked nonchalantly, thought it was obvious he wanted to know what Draco had to say.
"I-well…" Draco sighed again. "Me and Ginny Weasley aren't dating."
"But you guys were practically making out in the Entrance Hall!" he exclaimed, a bug-eyed expression plastered across his face.
"Yea, that's what's got me so confused…we're pretending to date so I can get Parkinson off my back. She was great at first, but now she's just so damn annoying now. But since we kissed today…" Draco trailed off. "Of course I always hated the Weasleys, but I forget every reason why when I think of Ginny. If you ask me, she's the only one in the family that turned out right."
Blaise looked lost in thought for a moment. "Why don't you tell her you love her?"
"Because I don't!" Draco exclaimed. Blaise rolled his eyes.
"They say step one of falling in love is denial," Blaise responded. Draco closed his eyes for a minute, breathing deeply and letting his mind wander. He couldn't help but think how much he hated being seventeen.
"I hate you, Zabini. I mean, I really don't like the girl. I'm serious," Draco responded, once again overcome with that flicker of doubt. Blaise tried to maintain a straight face but it broke into a smirk.
"Well maybe I could talk to her for you," no sooner had these words escaped Blaise's mouth did Draco give a loud snort.
"What would that do?" Draco asked. "Please, enlighten me."
Blaise rolled his eyes and smirked. "It's obvious she's smitten with you. Open your eyes, Malfoy."
Before Draco could answer, there was another round of knuckle raps on the door. "Bloody people!" he exclaimed to himself. "Leave me alone, will ya!" Draco sat up slowly and made his way towards the door.
"Mr. popularity, are you?" Blaise sneered jokingly.
"Oh shut up will you, you bloody-" Draco countered as he opened the door, but stopped short, surprised to see Ginny standing in his doorway.
"Hi Draco," she greeted, peering around the door to see Blaise. "Blaise." Blaise nodded in greeting.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to hide his curiosity.
"Come to shag him, have you? Don't worry, I was just leaving," Blaise responded innocently, though Draco was glaring at him.
"Zabini," Draco warned. Blaise gave a little chuckle. Ginny slipped into the room and Draco slammed the door shut, still staring at Blaise. "Bloody bastard," he muttered.
"Blaise, you can stay…I won't be long," Ginny responded.
"So then, why are you here?" Draco asked again.
"Well, I-" Ginny thought for a moment. "I guess I just need to tell you something."
"I'm listening," Blaise said, teetering his chair forward so it was resting on only two legs.
"Blaise!" Ginny and Draco exclaimed in unison. Blaise rolled his eyes, and did nothing more.
"My brother was-I've never seen him like this before. He was just-" Ginny rubbed her tired eyes-"He wouldn't move, he would only speak in a raspy tone. It scared me." Draco nodded absently. "I think it might be best if we-er-" she looked over to Blaise cautiously.
"He knows," Draco explained. Ginny nodded in understanding.
"If we break off our deal. I can't put my brother through this. I love him." Ginny stumbled over her words.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself. "Whatever." Ginny was taken aback by his nonchalance, but quickly brushed it off.
"Back to old ways, then?" Ginny asked. Draco smirked.
"Yea," he stuck out his hand for Ginny to shake. Once they had done that, Draco pushed her in the direction of his door. "Now get out of my room," he replied with a hint of joking to his voice. Ginny smiled to herself before closing the door softly behind her. Back to normal was definitely the way she wanted things.
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The next morning, Sunday, the whole school had heard of Ginny and Draco's supposed break-up.
"One day!" A seventh year Ravenclaw exclaimed as Ginny passed her by. "One bloody day!"
Ginny sat down next to Ron at the Gryffindor table. "Harry, Hermione, Ron," she respectfully nodded to each of them. They nodded back, then diving into their previous conversations. Ron took a moment to look Ginny's way. She looked up from her plate and their eyes met. He smiled softly at her. She smiled back.
"Thanks Gin. I love you, you know," he said, pulling her into a soft hug.
"Ron, one: we're in public and two: I can't breathe." Ron looked slightly taken aback but brushed it off, and began talking with Harry and Hermione again. Ginny sighed and began playing with her food. She had knots forming in her stomach ever since she went to bed the night before. She didn't know why. She brushed it off at first as her time of the month, but realized that couldn't have possibly been it, as she had just had it a week ago. She went to Madam Pomfrey who suggested it was only nerves. She had given her a potion to settle her stomach, but it hasn't yet worked.
"Ginny," Harry called, bringing her back to reality. "Earth to Ginny?" Ginny snapped up and realized that Harry had been trying to call her.
"Yeah?" she asked, almost no emotion to her tone.
"You alright, you look a bit off," he asked, concern lacing his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just nerves," she responded, not only trying to convince him, but to convince herself. She realized the knots in her stomach weren't just nerves. She just wished it wasn't so.
Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table, "Blaise," Draco snarled angrily, slapping his hand on the table making the dishes around them clatter.
"What, Malfoy?" Blaise retorted, standing up and looking Draco fiercely in the eyes. Blaise rarely ever got angry, but when he did, there would be hell to pay. "Just because you're being a wuss and won't admit to yourself that you love the fucking Weasley, you're getting angry at me?"
"I do not love her," Draco repeated from the previous night, through gritted teeth. His fists were unconsciously clenching and unclenching under the table.
"You keep telling yourself that! But don't expect me to help you when you come crawling, wanting her back!" Blaise shouted. Blaise then stormed from the Slytherin table. Draco slammed his fist on the table again. By this time, the whole Hall had fell deadly silent. Draco cursed to himself and ran after Blaise. They caught up in the Entrance Hall, so they were still visible. They could not be heard as well, but they looked about to fly off the rocket when Blaise socked Draco right in the jaw. He stumbled a bit, clutching his jaw. He retaliated, punching Blaise square in the face. Blaise just got even angrier and completely went psycho on Draco. Ginny was horrified when he slump to the ground, as a battle between her heart and her mind raged.
Help him, her heart surged.
If you do, your brother's gonna get pissed! Her mind reminded her.
Don't care about Ron! You love Draco, don't you?
No you don't! You hate that slimy little ferret! Her mind argued.
That's what you think, but what do you know?
Everything, I'm her mind.
Eventually, her heart had won the battle and she flew up form her seat, ready to help him.
"Are you ok?" she asked him, as she landed on her knees beside him. She picked his head up, and examined the tiny bruises. Ginny conjured a damp cloth and began pressing it to his lip.
"Dab Zabeny," Draco tried to say, but the cloth prevented him from making any sense. "Fucbing libble bitch, thibks he knows eberyting."
"Stop talking. You'll make your lip swell even more." Ginny lifted off the cloth and examined it. She cringed slightly, and Draco tried his best to frown.
"Dat bwad?" he asked. Ginny nodded.
"Seems like you won't be snogging Parkinson for quite awhile," she joked.
"Har-bwoody-ha!" he said sarcastically. Ginny pushed back a lock of hair, and lifted his head with her forearm.
"You are one bloody dolt, you know that? Don't you know never to get into a fight with Zabini?" Ginny asked him, dabbing at the small cuts on his face.
"I do now," he said, cringing with the pain of his lip. Madam Pomfrey bustled up to them, as well as a few other teachers.
"Back off Miss Weasley," she said. Ginny stepped backwards as two teachers helped him up, and began guiding him towards the hospital wing. Ginny clutched the bloody cloth in her hand, and began wringing it.
Ginny Weasley, you're in trouble.
A/N: all I need to update is Ronnie Baby and I'm done! Yay!! I don't think that one's going too good. None of my stories are. I've been having an off week, so all my writing has been screwed up, HP and non-HP. Whatever.
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