Gaining Memories
A/N: *squee* Happy Holidays everyone! Hope you have a nice christmas and a happy new year! Little note; I'm not happy about this chapter, so if it sucks ... well that's tough luck.
Chapter 7 - And always will be
Tried to focus my attention
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After that tongue incident, Ginny wouldn't come out of her dorm the next day. Hermione gave up hope of pulling her out of it, so Ginny stayed in the whole day, missing all of her classes. It wasn't really that bad, her tongue had grew back over the night - it hurts like hell as she predicted - but it wasn't even half the size as it once was. The thought of going to classes without a bloody tongue, did not cross her mind as a must-do thing.
Ginny pouted to herself and tried to stick out her mini tongue out of her mouth. A small pink `thing' crawled out of her lips, mocking her. She poked it with her finger, getting a painful shock as she did so.
"Fish nof funny!" Ginny managed to say with her mini tongue. As her vocabulary was suddenly very limited, Ginny gave up hope of figuring out how to say; I hate Parkinson.
Just then, an eagle tapped against the window next to her bed. She recognized it as Draco's eagle. Quickly hopping out of her bed and opening the little window, she let the eagle fly in. The brown eagle dropped her a letter and flew circles above her head. Ginny grabbed the letter, which said; Ginny.
Really, she can't even have a moments piece before Draco comes in being all over her and stuff. Sometimes he could act like a real lovesick puppy that he literally was a lovesick puppy. Ginny sighed and teared the letter open. She did not expected to get an invitation out of it.
She picked it up and exanimate it. Her name was written in green big letters so she supposed it was hers. Opening the invitation, Ginny quickly read it.
It was an invitation of an upcoming ball here at Hogwarts. Only students 6th and above were allowed to go, but 5th and 4th could come too if they were asked by a 6th or 7th. Ginny smiled inspite of herself, Draco had a little note attached to it that said;
Next week I will lead you in the Great Hall. (And somehow avoid your brother while he secretly throws mashed potatoes at me behind my back)
Ginny placed the card on her nightstand and sighed again. She would love to go to the ball, but the only dress robe she had, was the same she used at the Yule Ball. It didn't really appealed to her to use the same dress robe she had two years ago. The pains of having absolutely no money. Throwing all thoughts aside, Ginny picked up her real letter and started reading right away.
Dear Ginny,
I didn't see you at breakfast today. So I assume you didn't got the message Dumbledore said about the ball we are having in a week. Since I'm a 6th year, I'm asking you to be with me at the ball. Refuse - and you will regret it.
Seriously, you're coming with me. I had to fight off Pansy Parkinson of my lap as she literally started to drool on it when she heard about the ball. If you refuse - I'll go insane.
Pushing that aside, Parkinson also let something else slip out of her mouth. If I'm correct she said something about `girl weasel' and `no bloody tongue' and last `with my Slytherin prince'. Does this somehow revolves around you? I'm at a lost, write me back.
Love, Draco.
Ginny didn't know what do to; smile or frown? Did he already figured it out what happened to her? No, or else he wouldn't have send a letter. She didn't want any trouble so it's best to keep her mouth shut about Parkinson - she will be taken care of in a matter of time.
Ginny flipped the letter and started writing on the backside, too lazy to grab a new parchment.
Mornin' Draco
Everything's okay, I'm just feeling a little sick today. I don't think I'm going to the ball, I don't have any dress robes to wear - don't you dare buy me one - so unless I grew some money trees, I will not go until further notice.
Kisses, Ginny
She frowned at her own letter. Such a terrible ly indeed, and a standard letter to boot. Where the hell did that come from? I will not go until further notice? Ginny scoffed at herself and tied the letter to the eagle's leg.
She grinned as a thought came up in her mind. "Be sure to `accidentally' poop on Pansy Parkinson's head, will you do that for me?" The eagle did not reply and flew out of the window.
It seemed, the day after that, the eagle did not poop on Parkinson's head, which greatly let down a hopeful Ginny. But the eagle did landed on her head, causing a commotion in the Hall. Ginny only wished she would have been there to witness it.
Rather than going back to all of her classes now that her tongue had fully grown back over the night, she pleaded Hermione one more time to leave her in so she could have a long weekend. Hermione did only agree when Ginny said she would make some extra homework. She huffed at herself, like she would do that.
She rolled out of her bed and slowly strolled down to the common room. It was kind of peaceful now that no one was running around, screaming about N.E.W.T.S or O.W.L.S like they always did. She jumped onto a sofa and watched the fire going higher in the fireplace.
"What to do," she mumbled to herself, her legs childishly dangling from the sofa. It was around noon and there was really nothing to do, except maybe go to the boy's dormitory and find some serious blackmail material.
That would do.
Ginny stood up and calmly walked up the stairs that lead to the boy's dorms. She took a left to the 6th years and walked into the dorm.
Ginny grinned as she could pick out Ron's bed the best; it was untucked and had a trunk in front of it that said; R.W. How obviously. She hopped her way to the bed and pulled on his trunk, opening it and searching trough his dump.
She did not expected to see books. As in reading books, as in amnesia books? Ginny frowned and took one book out that was rather large. It said;
Find your reality back - by a stomp on your head.
She took another one; Amnesia is all in your head. And another one; Believing another life. Ginny found another dozen books in her brother's trunk about having Amnesia and how to deal with it. Then, at the bottom of his trunk were notes with his handwriting (how can she forget such ugly and large handwriting?). Ginny took the notes and saw how her brother was plotting.
How her brother was plotting to get Draco Malfoy's memory back.
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"Hey Ginny. Ready to go?" asked Draco, while he shooed away a Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw who were talking to him and extended his arm.
"Who were they?" Ginny asked, walking slowly towards Draco. He was wearing his expensive black dress robes.
"I don't know, some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw kid that want me to write a column for them. Other than that, want to go?"
Ginny sighed and hooked her arm with his, trying to settle her thoughts. A week ago she had found out the little plan her brother was plotting against Draco. It was then that she noticed how random students were throwing all kinds of things at his head.
She had been furious at her brother, but did not blow up her cover. She wanted to see how long her brother would continue this stupid plan of his before he leave it be. Just a few days ago, she had discovered that Pansy Parkinson was in this plan too.
Ron came up with the plan to throw things at Draco.
Parkinson came up with the idea to award a student 20 Galleons if they succeeded to get Draco's memory back.
Ginny thought both were absolutely crazy. Did they wanted Draco to have his memory back that bad? It's not like she wanted it back that bad. But did she even wanted his memory back?
Ginny sighed again and walked out of the Great Hall with her partner to the fields.
She had told Draco that she couldn't find a dress robe and would only go to the ball, if they were going to dance outside, not inside.
It was a really weird question, but Draco eventually came around to agree with it. So Ginny was being led outside, in her old dress robes to dance with Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy.
What Ginny didn't know is that Draco arranged a spot on the field so that it was blooming with red roses and other colorful flowers. There was a little white table in the center with two white chairs. On the table there was a single white rose on it with a note attached to it.
All the way down to the scene Ginny couldn't help but smile at all the work Draco had done for her. Draco reached the table first and pulled the chair out for her, like a real gentleman should do.
Ginny smiled and took a seat. He took the seat opposite of her and grinned.
"Do you like it?" he asked casually.
Ginny who just noticed the pair of candles floating above them nodded her head in awe. "Yes, I like it. It's so beautiful, thank you."
Draco nodded his head and pointed at the single white rose on the table. Ginny took the card and read aloud.
"Just because you grew sick of red roses." Chuckled Ginny and put the card back on the table. She said another small thank you before she noticed the little platform that was build to dance.
Draco, noticing where she was looking, stood up and took out his hand. "Care to dance?" he asked, giving a little flick with his wand so that music could be heard.
She took his head and let herself be twirled up onto the platform. They waltzed onto a slow tune that came out of nowhere. In the middle of the night, two complete opposites danced with each other.
Ginny would care less if a meteor hid Ron right in front of her eyes, she only cared about those silver orbs that were beaming down at her. The way he looked at her made her feel warm and safe, the way he held her made her feel like she was on a cloud, the way how he leaned down to kiss her made her forget about her surroundings.
As time around her stopped and she only had eyes for him, she realized something. Something that was in front of her the whole time.
Yes, history has been written. Ginny Weasley has fallen for Draco Malfoy.
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