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CHAPTER 3 Telling Lies
"Hey," Ginny greeted Harry.
He skidded to a stop in front of her. "You studying?"
"Uh-huh. Just needed some fresh air," she lied.
"Right," he said, distractedly. "How's that coming."
"Good, I guess. I've just been studying the hardest in the subjects I'm good at. The ones I'll really need when I leave here."
"Uh-huh." He looked around the hall, as if making sure they were alone. "I've been wanting to ask
you this, but I haven't had the chance."
She prepared herself for another lie. Why does he have to even ask me about Malfoy? Shouldn't he trust me
enough to automatically assume Draco's lying?
"Do you have a date for the dance?"
Ginny's eyes widened. "The dance?"
"You know, the Yule Ball."
"Oh, right." She was immediately relieved.
"Uh, do you?"
"Um, I do, actually. I'm sorry."
Harry nodded quickly, and looked as if he couldn't decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. "Okay then."
"I thought you would be going with Teraysa Topkins." The fourth year girl had been hanging all over Harry and he didn't seem to mind one bit.
"Oh, well, um, I hadn't planned on it, but . . ."
Ginny could tell he was lying. The only reason he had asked her to the dance was for information about Malfoy. "Thanks for asking, though." There was an awkward silence. "I better go back."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Hey Ginny?"
She turned around slowly. "Hm?"
"There's not anything . . . I mean, you haven't . . . well, Malfoy was saying that-"
"I know," she interrupted, shaking her head and praying he wouldn't ask anymore questions.
"He was lying right?"
"There's nothing between me and Malfoy." Her face was burning and she could only focus on the hem of her robe. She was positive that the small kiss Draco had planted on her forehead was standing out now, visible like her own personal scarlet letter.
"Nothing?" Harry's voice was growing louder.
She was a miserable liar.
"As in nothing, at this very moment, or nothing in general?"
"I have to go study, Harry."
"No! Wait!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. "I need to know."
"No, you don't."
"Ginny!"
"Let go of me please."
"I'm sorry," he pleaded, loosening his grasp on her arm, but not letting go. "Tell me."
"I don't see how it's any of your business what I do," she snapped crossly.
"I got a week of detention with Filch for fighting with him because I thought he was lying!" he sputtered. "I had to clean the loos without magic!"
"I'm sorry, but Harry, a kiss is nothing," Ginny explained with faux patience. "Like you've never kissed someone who meant nothing to you."
Harry looked taken back and she was instantly sorry she had taken such a cheap shot. No matter what he said now, he probably had actually liked Cho when he kissed her.
"I have to go study." She yanked herself out of his grasp and darted back into the library.
"Ginny wait!"
Instantly every pair of eyes in the library was fixed on her. She nearly dove into her seat and ignored the looks of her classmates.
"Ginny!" Harry's voice called out again.
"Out, out, out!" Madam Pince shrieked, making her way to the table with a murderous look in her eyes. "I do not have time for a lover's spat!"
"I'm sorry," Ginny stammered. "It's not-"
"Out!" she demanded, pointed towards the door.
Ginny scooped her books and parchment into her bag, and stomped out the door her face flaming. "Thanks a lot," she hissed as they entered the hall.
"I just wanted to talk to you," Harry sputtered. "I didn't mean to get you kicked out."
"I was studying for my O.W.L.s!"
"Where are you going?"
"I guess I'll go eat now," she snapped. "Since I can't study!"
"Hey!" Harry grabbed hold of her arm and stopped her mid-stride.
"Harry let go of me," Ginny commanded. "I don't want to talk to you right now!"
"Ginny," his voice dropped several notches, "I'm just worried about you. He's evil."
"You sound like Ron," she muttered, attempting to pry his fingers off her wrists.
"Come on, I mean, have you two ever even talked before?"
"It's none of your business!" she exploded. "Why do you even care? Why are you suddenly so interested in me? If I want to go to the dance with him I will! You can't stop me!"
"You're going to the dance with him?"
"Let go!"
Harry's grip on her wrists suddenly tighten. "He's got you under the controlling curse, doesn't he?"
"Now you really sound like Ron," she shouted, shaking her arms and even kicking at him.
"Look at you," Harry said slowly, his eyes wide. "This isn't you."
"You don't even know me!" she exploded. "You know Ron! I am not Ron. You have no idea about me!"
"But," he sputtered, "but I do! I have spent time with your family, I got you out of that Chamber-"
"Yeah, yeah," she growled. "I am not exactly my family. I was eleven when you got me out of there. That's not who I am. I'm not the little girl you can keep saving. I don't need to be saved!"
Harry pulled her closer. "I think I should take you to Madam Pomfrey. No, Dumbledore. He'll know what to do."
"Nothing is wrong with me! Now let go of me. You're hurting me!"
The doors of the Great Hall swung open. "Let go of her Potter."
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