Chapter 10 - Unwilling, Part I
Ginny wasn't quite sure what compelled her to check Hermione's room, but as the clock struck the hour, she snuck into the other girl's dormitory instead of meeting Draco as she was wont to do. She knew he wouldn't be there anyway. He hadn't come in the last two days and sent an owl that merely stated the improbability of him being there within the next several days.
She was nearly going mad from Draco's neglect. She couldn't fathom why he would avoid her. Granted, he wasn't entirely avoiding her but the quick snog around midnight hardly constituted a meeting. And certainly, they were unlike the initial few weeks when they would sit beside the fire for hours, sharing cookies, factoids, anecdotes, essentially their lives with one another.
With Harry and Ron complaining about Hermione's absence as well, Ginny knew it couldn't be a mere coincidence. And as she stood before Hermione's empty bed, a flurry of questions plagued her mind.
It was impossible.
But why would Hermione and Draco be meeting secretly in the middle of the night? And why couldn't either of them tell her what they were doing?
What perhaps stung her the most was Draco's unwillingness to trust her. She thought he had opened all the truths of his heart to her, just as she had done for him. But here was evidence to the contrary. At least, that was how she saw it as she stood there, in the dark, hardly realizing that the ever growing feeling of suspicion within her was rather proof that she hadn't given herself to him entirely. That she had already come to a conclusion before the evidence was actually set before her. That she didn't believe in him.
She hurried out of the room, not caring if she woke up Hermione's dormmates. She had to know. But even as her feet traced the steps from Gryffindor Tower to the dungeons, a part of her knew she should turn around, wait the night and see things for what they were in the light of day. She should show him that she trusted him. But that was the salt. She didn't completely trust him. Because even as she was falling for him, even as she felt herself pulling towards him by some sort of magical force, she thought of him as her family's enemy, her friends' nemesis, as a Slytherin and the son of a Death Eater. And only when he had given himself to her completely, only when she could with absolute certainty call him hers, could she grant him her love.
Ginny wasn't actually sure where she was headed. But it didn't matter. Her feet somehow led her unwillingly to the sight before her eyes. The door of the Potions classroom was only slightly ajar but enough for her to see Draco and Hermione fiercely kissing one another.
A/N: I apologize that this chapter was so short but the update will be quicker!