Here's another quick update! It's not very long, but it's a good one. Hope you like! I think I'll write even more tonight!
Chapter 2
Ginny cried herself to sleep. She awoke the next morning and all she wanted to do was pull the covers over her head and cry some more. That would make her pathetic and she refused to be so pathetic she couldn't get out of bed the next morning.
Harry didn't want her.
"Well that's fine," Ginny said throwing the covers off her and got out of bed. It might still hurt and she didn't know if she'd ever get over him, but she'd be damned if she'd let Harry know it.
Besides, wasn't that how she got him in the first place? By pretending she was over him? She'd do the same again and then who knows what would happen. He could crawl on his knees begging her to take him back…the image made her smile. Or, he truly meant what he said and they were over. Either way she was going to go on and pretend it didn't matter. That Harry didn't matter.
She took a long hot shower, hoping to rinse away all the hurt and negative feelings away. It didn't matter. She wouldn't let Harry see the hurt he had caused her. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She took her time getting dressed, making sure she looked good as she picked out her favorite skirt and blouse. Her skirt was starch white and flowed freely around her knees and her blouse was emerald green, a color that always looked good on her. She also refused to think of Harry's eyes which matched her blouse.
She put on a touch of make-up, dabbed on her perfume and walked out of her room with her chin held high. She was to meet her family at the hospital wing since Ron would be leaving for St. Mungo's shortly and she didn't know if Harry was going to be there. If so then she would handle it.
Ginny skipped down the stairs and crossed the common room leading out to the portrait door. She was passing the couch when the figures on it made her stop and turn. Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach at the sight of a sleeping Harry, along with a sleeping Hermione. Harry was sitting on the couch with his feet stretched out and his head resting on the back of the couch. His hands were folded on his chest and they moved up and down as he breathed slowly and deeply.
Hermione was curled up next to him, with her legs tucked under her and her head had found its way to his shoulder. One arm was linked around his, something that Ginny noticed Hermione did a lot with Harry. The constant grabbing of his arm silently annoyed her, especially when they were still dating.
If it was any other couple or any other person she would have found the sight touching. But it was Harry and Hermione and the sight made her sick to her stomach. A part of her was always scared that something other than friendship would happened between them. Harry was close to her and told her things he never even told her…his girlfriend. She always tried to ignore it but deep down it stung to know her boyfriend confided to another girl.
Not being able to look at the sight anymore, she turned around and headed out of the common room. She took deep breaths as she made her way to the hospital wing, she would not let it upset her. Harry was old news, she didn't need him anymore. But what if he came back?
Hope. There was always hope and she could wait. Surely there wasn't another guy out there better than Harry. "Of course there isn't."
"Talking to yourself, Red?"
Ginny gasped and spun around to see Draco Malfoy lurking in the corner of the corridor. He was on crutches and he limped his way over to her. "Draco," she said placing a hand on her heart. "You scared me to death."
"Well, next time you find yourself talking to yourself…remind yourself you are alone and end the conversation." He gave her a smirk. "Then you might have seen me a mile away."
Ginny scowled at him. "Aren't you suppose to be in the hospital wing?"
"I'm making a run for it," he said turning his head to eye the corridor that led to the hospital. "Madame Pompfrey is driving me barking mad. Besides, I'm fine."
Guilty spread through her as she eyed his leg. "Does it hurt much?"
"Not when I'm duped up on potions. So yeah it hurts."
"Why don't you take the potions?"
"Because it makes me drowsy and I wouldn't have been able to plan my escape." Draco looked her up and down and couldn't help but notice how…fresh she looked this morning. Maybe Potter put the red in her rosy cheeks. Then all of the sudden, a quick flash of jealously swept through him so fast he almost didn't feel it. Almost. He scowled at the idea of being jealous of Harry Potter over the Weasley's youngest. Absolutely not. He refused to go there. "I gotta go."
"Wait," she said placing a hand on his arm before he could stalk off.
"What?" he said harshly hating the fact that her touch sent a tingle up his arm.
Ginny took her hand away. "I…I never thanked you…for pushing me out of the way. I should be the one in crutches."
"I wouldn't make such a deal about it," he said with a shrug. "It was just a reflex."
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "You're making it difficult for me to thank you."
"I don't need it," he said roughly. "I don't need…"
"Malfoy!"
Draco winced at the sound of Severus' angry voice coming down the corridor. "Severus, you can't possibly expect me to go back to that…"
"I expect you to do as your told," he said as he glared at him. "Poppy has yet to release you and you are not ready to leave. Now move it."
"You are treating me like a child," he muttered as he limped off and then glared at Ginny when she tried to muffle a giggle. "Think this is funny?"
Ginny cleared her throat. "Er…no. Of course not."
"Miss Weasley, I suggest you hurry ahead to the hospital wing," Snape said. "They are about to move your brother."
"Oh," she said completely forgetting that she was there to see Ron off. "Thank you."
Draco watched her run off ahead of him and couldn't help but admire the view. She did have a rather nice backside.
"Interesting."
"Huh?" he asked looking up at Snape. "What's interesting?"
"You. Flirting with a Weasley." He smirked. "It's the last thing I would have expected."
"Me?" he sputtered. "Flirting with Ginny? Don't be ridiculous."
"I didn't realize you were on a first name basis."
He let out a sigh. "What would you expect me to call her?"
"If my memories are clear you use to call her a lot of vile things."
"Yeah. Well, I was young and stupid." Draco cursed softly as he picked up his pace, but Snape kept up with him. He hated being crippled. "This conversation is ridiculous. I'm not attracted to Ginny Weasley."
"Did I say that?" he asked casually opening the door for him. "I didn't say that."
"Well…good!" And with that said he limped into the room, ignoring the nurse's yells and protests at him as he made a beeline straight to his bed. When he walked past Ron's bed which was surrounded by Mediwitches and family, he was determined not to look over there. But of course he did and of course his eyes found Ginny who was looking right back at him. Cursing himself he threw down his crutches and angrily jerked himself into bed. "What does a guy have to do to get some painkillers over here?!"