AN: Fred and George! Yay! But when shall Snape, my love, come in? He's second to Draco in my heart, you know. But not in that way. No. And to the people who thought that Ginny would hear what Draco had said in the last chapter: You didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you? Some questions I felt like answering: next chapter you find out why Ginny and Oliver broke up (not only about Draco, either), Hermione will not be in this story (she might later *maybe*, but now there seems to be no point…), Draco and Ginny have not actually been single all this time (Ginny was with Wood - and likely others - and I did mention Draco's girlfriends in chapter one, I think…) and, well…that's about it, I guess.
---Chapter Three---
Annoying Family Members and Serious Conversations
Six days after Draco's visit, Ginny woke up. And by the next day, she was going insane.
"I'm fine, mum. Could you just-stop that!" Ginny swatted Molly's hand away from her hair.
"I'm sorry dear, I'm just…worried about you." Ginny's face softened, but didn't have time to reply before the door opened. Again.
"Brought you flowers, Sister dearest," crooned George.
"They're pink too, just like you hate them," said Fred, grinning happily. Ginny groaned.
"Not you guys too! Can everyone just…go home or something?"
"But dear Sister! How can you say such things! We brought you a present!" said George, shoving a parcel in her face. Ginny looked at the twins suspiciously, and then turned her stare to the package. It was a dark purple box, and Ginny was, frankly, terrified to open it. You couldn't blame her, really. Who isn't scared of a package coming from Fred and George?
"It's the newest thing from WWW! We call them Bubbling Beauty Bath Soap! You can give them to someone, well, I guess someone you don't like, and when they put them in the bath…" Fred trailed off and George picked up excitedly.
"They…bubble. But not just any bubbles! In exactly ten hours, their skin will bubble!
"Fred and George! What a horrible thing to sell to people! I refuse to let you market those!"
"But Mum! They're perfect! They only last two minutes anyway!" one of them argued.
"Sounds interesting. Why ten hours?" asked Ron, who had been standing in the doorway. Fred spun around to answer him eagerly.
"Well, we're betting that they'll be around people ten hours after they have a bath-"
"Ron! Don't encourage your brothers! Fred and George, if I ever see any of you with something like that again-" Molly was interrupted by her husband, who had also just arrived.
"Molly, don't give them a hard time. You know how successful an idea like this can be," he said to his wife. She stood, hands on hips, obviously ready to give him a piece of her mind.
"Arthur Weasley, don't you undermine me!" she told him loudly and dangerously. Then Ginny screamed.
"Get OUT! All of you!" she got out of bed and began to tug two random brothers out of the room by the collar.
"Ginny, dear, you shouldn't be out of bed! Why, the doctor said-"
"You too, Mum! I need to be alone right now! You're all driving me mad! OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT!" Ginny yelled.
She shoved everyone out the door and closed it quickly. Resting her head on the back of the door, she sighed. She loved her family; she really did, but sometimes…
There was a knock on the door.
"I'm really sorry, Mum, but please go home!"
"It's Dr. Parkinson, Ms. Weasley."
Ginny opened the door. "Sorry, Pansy, it's just my family can be…"
"Overbearing?" Pansy suggested.
"Yeah," Ginny replied.
"Ginny, I'm going to get right to the point. I need to talk to you," said Pansy, who looked away nervously.
"About what, Pansy?" asked Ginny impatiently.
"I know it's not my place, but I thought he'd use this situation of an excuse of sorts. But he came once and didn't come back. So I feel I need to take this into my own hands. Ginny," she took a breath, "Draco has been a good friend of mine for years-"
Ginny interrupted. "Pansy, please don't talk to me about this. I really don't-"
"No, let me finish. Draco has been a good friend of mine for years, and I am sick of seeing him so depressed all the time! If your never going to go back to him, at least tell him that so he can move on! Give him some closure…please, Ginny. You don't know what it's been like for him. He's never really been able to give up on you. He'll never take any chances at happiness if he thinks that you might come back someday. He tries to hide how he feels from everyone, but I've known him forever…" Pansy looked at Ginny earnestly, clearly expecting some reaction.
"I don't know what to say. He never…I mean all those pictures…in the papers and mags…" Ginny said quietly. "Are you sure he feels the same way? I mean, it's been what, eight, nine, years? How could he feel the same? It's Draco Malfoy we're talking about…he doesn't have one girl, Pansy-"
"Ugh! I can't take it anymore! Your both unbearably blind, stupid, and stubborn! How you'd ever work out is beyond me!" Pansy threw up her hands dramatically, opened the door and stormed out.
Ginny thought about what Pansy had said for a long time. When she finally fell asleep, her mind was still in turmoil. What should she do? What could she do?
**
Oliver Wood woke in the morning and got ready to go see Ginny for the first time since she had woken. He was, to be honest, a nervous wreck. After she had roused from her coma, Oliver had carefully avoided St. Mungo's. I guess you could say that he was embarrassed for Ginny to know how much he still loved her, even though she didn't feel the same. I guess you could also say he had realized how he must look to everyone, which would be the lovesick bloke that he was. And, it would be very different to take care of a newly awakened Ginny rather than a sleeping one. Especially since she had been 'sleeping' because of him. And the fact that she will probably want to know what he had wanted to talk to her about eight days ago at his Quidditch practice.
He arrived at St. Mungo's in another hour, and nervously paced the hallway outside. It was oddly quiet, as he had expected the usual hustle and bustle of the Weasley family now that Ginny was awake. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, he heard voices inside.
"You don't know what it's been like for him. He tries to hide it from everyone, but I've known him forever…" a voice said sadly. Who was Ginny talking to? Who were they talking about?
"I don't know what to say." He knew this as Ginny's voice. "He never…I mean all those pictures…in the papers and mags…are you sure he feels the same way? I mean, it's been what, eight, nine, years? How could he feel the same? It's Draco Malfoy we're talking about…he doesn't have one girl, Pansy-" Draco Malfoy? What?
"Ugh! I can't take it anymore! Your both unbearably blind, stupid, and stubborn! How you'd ever work out is beyond me!"
Then the door opened and out came Dr. Parkinson, who had not seen his and slammed the door hard. She huffed, sucked in a breath and spun around.
"Mr. Wood?" she questioned, probably nearly as surprised as he was.
The confusion and anger must have shown on his face, as she seemed to know that he had overheard. When he didn't answer, she said to him, "Join me for some tea, Oliver. I have some things to discuss with you."
And he went with her. When they got to her office, she asked him to sit in the chair across from her desk while she conjured some tea. Then she sat.
"So how much of our conversation did you hear?" she asked quietly over her cup.
"Just about from the part where you tried to tell my fiancé that Draco Malfoy was in love with her. And that she loved him."
"From what I understood, Mr. Wood, Ginny broke off your engagement, didn't she?"
Oliver looked at his hands. He'd forgotten that little detail.
"I see. Mr. Wood…Ginny and Draco go way back. They dated in Hogwarts, not openly with the war going on, but I believe they really cared for one another. Ginny broke it off in the end of his seventh year, and they both never really got over each other." She paused at the expressions flitting across his face. "I'm sorry, Oliver, but I see that Ginny never told you any of this. Maybe you should be speaking to her." She stood to leave, and Oliver didn't stop her. He needed some time to think. Then he'd speak to Ginny.
AN: I keep making up random plot twists on the spot. Must…stop... I can never stick to the original plan! Ugh! As always, thanks to reviewers, I always appreciate compliments ;) and criticism. If you feel that this story is just going downhill, like I do, please let me know. Seriously.