A/N - So, so sorry! I know I promised fast updates, but, well, things don't go like we want them to, lol. I have a full-time job now, so I don't get much time for myself, let alone write. But yeah, I typed this out in like, half an hour, but I think I caught all the mistakes. If not, sorry. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Thank you so much for all the reviews, guys! THANK YOU SO MUCH! Yes, I want to get my point across. But, seriously. If not for all your encouragement, I would not be able to go on. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated; flames too, but I don't pay much attention to these, if you're aiming to put me down. Anyway, you asked for the confrontation between Ginny/Draco and Ronnie, here it is! Next chapter, you will get Hermione's POV, and the "OMG, WHY is she with Adam?!?!1111" question shall be answered. =P Please review!
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Someday We'll be Together - Diana Ross and the Supremes
My love is yours, baby
Oh, right from the start
You, you, you posses my soul now honey
And I know, I know you own my heart
And I wanna say:
Someday we'll be together
Some sweet day we'll be together
Yes we will, yes we will
Someday (tell everybody) we'll be together
Yes we will, yes we will
Chapter 10: Confrontations and Penises
"Malfoy! Concentrate!" Harry barked, flying past Draco, who was clutching his shoulder painfully. The Bludger had hit him when he wasn't paying attention, too concerned with his own worrying thoughts to take heed to Harry.
"I need a time-out!" He hollered.
"What for? You're perfectly fine!"
Draco flew closer so he could talk to Harry quietly. "I need a break, Potter. I can't even think straight, let alone play."
"What happened?"
"Me and Ginny are going to talk to Ron today."
"That's not my problem. What if there was a real match and-"
"Look, Harry," Draco interrupted softly but firmly, looking around once. "Let me off today. Just for today."
"Fine," Harry shook his head after considering it for a few seconds, eyeing his friend shrewdly. "You owe me."
Draco nodded, before zooming down and landing. The rest of the team was looking at Harry curiously.
"He has something to do," Harry stated. "Move it, everyone. We'll never beat Puddlemere at this rate!"
"WHAT?!"
Harry grinned. "Oh, I didn't tell you? We're playing Puddlemere. In two weeks."
Oliver looked ready to throttle him. "Two weeks? What are you, crazy?"
"Sorry…It was impromptu, really. I knew myself early this morning."
"And now Malfoy leaves us," Wood scowled. "Great."
"It's just for today; he has stuff on his mind."
"So do I, can I leave?" Jess cut in sarcastically.
"Uh…no," Harry cleared his throat, guiding his broom away. "Come on everyone, let's get back to work."
"Yeah, move it people," Oliver proclaimed, returning to his post. "We need to train."
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"Mate, what the hell's wrong with you?" Ron actually stopped chewing, a sight to behold, to eye his blonde-haired friend, who was fidgeting nervously. At this question, the rest of the table turned their heads to look at Draco, who started to get irritated.
He sighed, rolling his eyes. "I just don't feel too good."
He pushed his chair back and left the room, massaging his temples.
"You'll be the end of me, Ginny," he muttered to himself angrily as he sat down on the living room couch.
Some time later, while he was still twiddling his thumbs and glancing at the clock, Hermione joined him.
"Hi," she greeted, smiling, plopping down beside him.
He grunted in reply.
"When's she coming?"
Silence, and then, "What?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Not what, Sherlock. Ginny; when's she coming?"
"Wait," the blonde looked confused. "Who the bloody hell's Sherlock?"
"A Muggle author," she waved a hand. "So tell me, when-"
"She's five minutes late," he growled, glaring at the clock.
"She'll get here."
"I hope not," he groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Ron'll kill me."
"It's been nice knowing you," she patted his shoulder sympathetically, trying not to laugh.
Draco paused, and then lifted his head and glowered at her. "Thanks, Granger. You're very encouraging."
"I try," she said, accentuating her reply with another firm pat on his shoulder before getting back up and heading to the library.
"You spend entirely too much time in there, you know," Draco called after her, shaking his head. "It's not healthy."
"What's going on?" Harry asked, appearing in the doorway.
"Enough questions, for Merlin's sake," Draco snapped. "I'm going crazy here…"
"Okay," Harry lifted his shoulders. "Where's Hermione?"
"I thought I said-never mind. In the library."
"Good luck, mate," Harry grinned at him before disappearing into the library. Hermione was flipping through a book, standing in front of a shelf. Harry walked up quietly behind her, his hands clasped behind his back as he leaned in close to her ear.
"Hi," he whispered, and Hermione jumped, the book almost toppling out of her grasp before Harry held it steady and handed it back to her.
"Harry!" She gasped, turning around, her eyes wide. "You frightened me!"
"Sorry," he smiled, and then glanced down at the title of the book. "What are you up to?" He asked, glancing down at the book in her hands.
"Just reading," she said uneasily, realizing how close they stood together. She tried to slip out sideways, but Harry reached out an arm and gripped the shelf so she couldn't go away.
Hermione looked up at him warningly. "Harry, not here."
"Not here what?" He asked innocently, his free hand moving to mimic his other arm, effectively trapping her.
"The other night was a mistake," she said firmly, ignoring him, and held the book tightly to her chest.
"You don't mean that," he said softly, his eyebrows drawing together gently. "Come on; don't tell me you didn't feel anything…"
"I'm not allowed to feel anything when I'm with you," she replied flatly. "I'm with Adam."
Harry's eyes flared. "Stop throwing him in my face. Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You don't even care about him."
"And how would you know that?" She bit back indignantly, drawing herself up. "Besides, that's not even the point. He's my boyfriend."
"And you two aren't even that serious."
"Yes, we are," she denied, although a bit unconvincingly.
"Does he make you feel good?" He asked, his fingers brushing against her waist as he leaned closer.
Hermione's breath caught. "N-Yes."
"Are you happy with him?"
"Yes," she said, her pride not allowing her to say otherwise.
Harry raised his eyebrows, leaning his face closer to hers as his eyes bore into hers. "So why is it that every time he tries to kiss you, you practically flinch away from him?"
Hermione's mouth opened but nothing came out. For once, she was speechless. And then suddenly she frowned, and opened her mouth again in attempt to throw the ball back at him, but Ron's voice suddenly burst out.
"WHAT?!"
Harry paled. "I suppose Ginny's here."
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"I told you this was a bad idea," Draco muttered under his breath to Ginny before grimacing at Ron's murderous look. "Listen, mate-"
"Listen nothing," Ron fumed from his place in the armchair. "What-when did this happen?"
Draco and Ginny exchanged a fearful glance.
Ron crossed his arms, his ears now as red as his hair. "Well?"
"About seven months now," she said in a small voice, clasping her hands tightly in her lap. She winced when her response provoked another "WHAT?!" from her brother. "Ron, calm down," she said firmly.
"Like hell I will," Ron snarled. "I can't believe-"
"I'm a big girl now; I can handle myself. And what do you have against Draco anyway? He's your friend, isn't he?"
"I'll tell you what I have against him," he snapped. "He's a womanizer!"
"Hey now," Draco glowered at him. "I care about your sister, Weasley."
Ginny placed a hand on her boyfriend's arm. "Ron, you have to understand. Draco's my choice, okay? And he's your friend," she repeated. "I thought you would be more understanding than this-no, let me finish. You used to look out for me when I was younger-now too, of course, and I appreciate it-, but being over-protective now won't do anything. I'm not telling you about Draco and me so you'd have a say in this; I'm telling you just so you'd know and not be kept in the dark. I don't want you treating him differently because of this either." She reached out across the couch so she could grasp her brother's forearm, looking at him pleadingly. "Please, Ron? It would really mean so much to me if you accept this."
Ron hated that look. He could never say no to his sister when she looked at him like that. His shoulders slumped in defeat, and he sighed deeply. "I'll try."
"That's all I ask," Ginny smiled, kissing his cheek. "You're the best, Ron."
He managed a weak smile before looking at Draco, serious again. "Mate, I'll only say this once: You make her cry, I'll make you cry."
Draco grinned at him. "Sure."
"I'm serious."
He nodded, slightly mockingly. "Yes, sir."
"Malfoy, I'm serious," Ron growled. "You treat her right."
"I always treat her right," Draco put an arm around Ginny. "Don't I, love?"
"He does," Ginny nodded, smiling.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Spare me." He got up, sighing. "I think I'm going to lie down, I have a headache. It was good seeing you again, Gin." He embraced his sister. "For Merlin's sake, be careful," he muttered in her ear so only she'd hear, before pulling away.
* * *
"Hello?"
"Hi, is Ginny there?"
"Um, no, she's gone out actually," Abby spoke into the phone, having the distinct impression that she knew who it was, and was uneasy.
"Wait…Is this Abby?"
Shit. "Um, yes," she said, banging her fist against her forehead soundlessly. "Hi, Seamus." It must've been her accent…there was that slight French twist to it.
"Hey," he replied, and involuntarily, Abby felt a flutter in her stomach, but blamed it on the baby. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm okay. You know. And you?"
"Fine, thanks. I didn't know you were Ginny's new roommate."
"Well…yeah." She said awkwardly. "Listen…I'm sorry about the other day."
She remembered it all too well: When Seamus had dropped by last week and asked her out yet again, and she'd snapped at him to leave her alone. She'd seen the raw hurt in his eyes, but it was too late to take it back, and she was too ashamed of herself to actually face him to apologize. He hadn't made another appearance ever since, and Abby had to admit she kind of missed having him around, however much she tried to ignore the feeling.
"I was kind of cranky…"
"What? Oh," he said, and she could almost see him shrug. "It's alright."
"No, it's not," she sighed, rubbing her stomach, realizing she was going to make a big mistake, in her opinion anyway, when she opened her mouth next. "How can I make it up to you?"
Seamus hesitated. "It's okay, Abby, really," he said nonchalantly, but Abby could hear the almost hidden note of dejection in his voice. Who could blame the poor guy? With all her rejections, it was a wonder he didn't just hang up when he figured out who she was.
She ignored him. "Is your offer for dinner still standing?"
"I-yes, of course," he said with some surprise. "You-you seriously want to go?"
"Sure." Abby smiled despite herself. Going on a date with Seamus suddenly didn't seem that bad at all. There's no harm in a little fun, is there? "Is seven o'clock, Saturday fine?"
"Perfect."
"I'll see you soon then."
Seamus whooped after hanging up, pumping his fist in the air.
"What, did you win the lottery or something?" Julie asked, smirking as she came in.
"Better," he grinned. "Abby actually asked me out."
"After rejecting you several million times?"
Seamus nodded. "Women are strange, aren't they?"
"Do I have a penis?"
Seamus paused and stared at her. "Do you-what?"
"Do I have a penis?"
His eyes flicked to her skirt fearfully. "I don't know, do you?"
"No," she rolled her eyes.
"…I don't get it."
Julie looked thoughtful. "You know, I lost track of where I was going with this. So yeah, I don't get it either."
"Women are…strange…"
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