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Ginny took a sip of her hot chocolate, slowly, savoring the taste of it. Placing the mug at her bedside table, she laid back down on the bed. Petrified of the haunting silence all around her, she picked up the remote control for the Muggle television off her night table and switched it on. She started watching the flashing images of various people on the television. It was all blurred because she was not seeing any of the things they were saying to each other. These were cultured, sophisticated, and mature people who didn't get themselves in all kinds of mess. They were intelligent. She wasn't.
If she had been, she never would have associated with the likes of Draco Malfoy. If she had been intelligent, she never would have gotten pregnant. If she would have been intelligent, she never would have let him past her tough exterior, all over again, and slept with him. Most of all, if she were intelligent, then she wouldn't be sitting here recalling every hurt moment she had experienced at the hands of Draco.
The alarm rang. Ginny turned it off but continued to lie in her bed. Why was she so tired? Maybe she
wouldn't have been, if she hadn't cried herself to sleep until about two o'clock in the morning. Maybe she
wouldn't have been if she hadn't woken up with Draco on the night of her engagement to another man.
"I won't think about this today," she said softly to the empty silence. "I would just die if I did."
But she did, didn't she?
~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~
"I can never love you! I DON'T love people. What makes you think you're any different from all the other
girls?" Draco said. He flung her body away from him, pushing her away as she tried desperately to hang
on.
~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
Tears started running down her face. How was she ever going to deal with this? How could she want him and hate him so much at the same time? How was she ever going to live?
How was she ever going to face Richard or her family? Or anyone? It had taken so long to get over him and their past. And now, when everything was going in the right sort of a direction, he had to come and ruin everything.
~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~
The next morning sun was shining through her dormitory windows. It was always fun to wake up to a bright sunny day. Ginny stretched lazily, as a small yawn escaped her lips. She was about to smile, when it suddenly dawned on her what a mess she was. She was pregnant in her sixth year with no qualifications to back her.
And the man responsible for her present condition was getting engaged. She had promised herself that she
wouldn't think of him anymore, but nowadays her thoughts seemed to have developed a mind of their own.
"That bastard!" was all she could say in a frail, cracking voice.
Ginny suddenly became aware of the time. If she didn't hurry up and get out of bed, she would miss breakfast. She
could care less about how she looked; after all, the love of her life was gone. He didn't love her. Trying to keep
that out of her mind, she threw a baggy sweater on and a pleated skirt under her robes.
Ginny went to her desk in hopes of finding her desk in some sort of semblance of order. The house elves always cleaned
up after her. However, it seemed like they'd missed her desk as it was still cluttered with the books thrown in
every direction in the all consuming fury that had taken over her the previous night.
Her room was a mess. Her desk was a mess. You could hardly find a place to step on. Everything had been thrown or
broken or ripped to shreds. "How am I going to find anything in here?" She left her dormitory five minutes
later without her Transfiguration book.
Harry and Ron were already having breakfast, their heads close together and talking in hushed voices. Hermione was probably off to check something in the library .The chatter halted when Ginny sat down in front of them.
She greeted them "Good morning," in the calmest voice she could muster.
"Good morning," said Harry and Ron together.
They were looking at her in a strange sort of way. "Is there anything wrong, guys?"
"No, not really," answered Harry. "Are you feeling OK?"
"Yes, of course!" lied Ginny. "Don't I always?"
Harry and Ron exchanged disapproving looks. "Alright, Ginny, we know that there is something bothering you," started Ron, "You can tell us."
"Yes," added Harry "We might be able to help."
"I am sorry that you are worried, but there is nothing to be worried about!"
Harry looked shocked. He had known her for a long time, and he could tell when she was lying and when there was something wrong. At that moment, everything was wrong and, boy, was the youngest Weasley lying. But how could she lie to his face like that? All he wanted was to help. "Then why are your eyes red and puffy?"
"I just got something in my eye so I was rubbing it to get it out!" Ginny started to get defensive. She
hadn't had the best night, nor the most perfect morning and an inquisitive brother and his friend were not on her
`I want to tolerate them' list.
Both Harry and Ron knew that Ginny wasn't being honest. Even if she did get something in one of her eyes that still didn't explain why they were both red. Ron was about to open his mouth , but Harry stamped hard on his foot and he closed it so fast that he bit his tongue.
"Why aren't you eating, Ginny?" asked Harry.
"I'm just not hungry right now," she answered.
Ron looked at her quizzically. "Oh, bloody hell! Do you realize that you've been saying that ever since?" But Harry cut him off again. They both knew what the reason Ginny was acting was; they just wanted her to say it herself.
"Harry, Ron," she said turning her head to face each of them in turn, "I am perfectly fine! Now I wish
you two would stop arguing with me!"
Ginny reached in front of her and grabbed a powdered donut. "See? I am eating," she said while stuffing as much of the donut in her mouth as would fit and pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
"OK. You convinced us," Ron said, trying to look like he actually believed what he had just said, "but I want you to know that we are always here for you."
"Thanks for being there for me," said Ginny, "I wouldn't know what to do without you. Today however,
I think I need to be left alone".
They were leaving the Great Hall when, Ginny shot a cold look over to the Slytherin table just in time to see Draco
with a girl on each of his legs. One of them was Pansy. The other one was a 6th year from Slytherin she didn't
know. I hate him. He's such a bastard, Ginny thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~~end of flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~
But she couldn't do that either. She couldn't do anything with him. He was messing the peace that Ginny had
finally achieved in life. And now she'd ruined everything with Richard by leaving the party early. "That's
it. I'm going to ask him what it is that he wants," she said to the silence again.
What did he want from her? Her love had survived the turmoil all those years ago. She couldn't survive this.
a/n- Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Why they slept together, under what circumstances- it'll all come in good time. Untill next chapter, taklia.
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