***A few things to say before we get to anything. First off is that I don't like this chapter. In my opinion it sucks but you don't have to agree because then what little ego I have will be crushed. But then again flame me if you must. Next off this is a short chapter. I wrote, deleted, and then rewrote it too many times to have counted. So you're left with...this. Third and most lastly if anyone wants to beta this crap I'd be much obliged. Right now I'm working on this and trying to start on my sequel. If anyone is interested let me know. Hmm....***
Ginny groaned but didn't say a word. He wasn't paying attention to her sound of annoyance as his quill scratched over and over the parchment. The words have been scratched out and rewritten a hundred times again. Each time he thinks they're too cheesy yet at the same time it is the truth.
"Stupid," he mumbled under his breath and crossed it out. Writing a bit more brought a smile to his face. "Better."
It continued with his quill scratching the paper and him talking to himself until Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She shoved her chair back and reaching over she snatched the paper from his hands. Instantly he reached for it back. Seeing it settled in her hands made his stomach churn.
"Virginia," his voice held a threat. She simply rolled her eyes and dropped her eyes to the messy parchment.
"What is this?" she asked after reading a few lines. A chuckle escaped her lips. "You wrote a poem?"
He threw a scowl at her and tried reaching for it again. She being wise to it moved it just in time. Laughing again she scooted her chair a bit away before going back to it. Draco felt mortified as she laughed at every verse of his poem. It's not even just a poem. No his sick twisted self wanted some torture and decided he wanted to write a love poem.
Finally, her eyes lifted and drifted to his. Brown met with grey for a second where there was no bitterness. He almost thought they were at amends. Instead she burst his bubble when she laughed right into his face. Her vicious tiny hands that used to be held into his own crumpled up the parchment and threw it back into his face.
"I feel sorry for what ever girl you wrote that for. She has no idea what kind of possessive prick you are."
She stood and after throwing her bag over her shoulder got up and left the library. He knew he was supposed to follow her. Right now though his male pride is smashed. Here he had been pouring out his heart, or at least what was left of it, and she smashed on it again.
It had been for her. The words had been plain and simple yet she had laughed at him. Nothing could have made him feel smaller. Maybe, if she had known that she was the inspiration, but he's not about to let her know about that. He's going to be even more tightlipped.
"Damn you Virginia."
After some fighting with himself he pushed up from the table and grabbing his things chased after her. He didn't have to go to find her. Actually, he almost colliding into the back of her. She threw him a look before her head peered around the corner again. Draco smirked at the back of Ginny's spying head.
"Granger," he whispered upon recognizing one voice. She's crying. The other he assumed belonged to Potter. He was speaking softly and comfortingly.
"Hmm," she muttered still watching the oblivious couple.
"He's a prat. If he was smart he'd know just how perfect you are." Draco rolled his eyes to the back of his head.
"Potter," he spat. Ginny turned her head to him but didn't say a word. He lifted an eyebrow at her questioning her look. She looks as if she wants to say something but rather annoy him with a stare instead.
"What?" he whispered the annoyance obvious in his voice.
"Look," she ordered and moved slightly so he could look without being detected. Grumbling under his breath from being ordered around he still did as he was told.
"No shit," he hissed at the scene before him. It was definitely Granger but the other guy was no Harry Potter. The guy who had his hands on her hips and whispering softly to her was not her boyfriend. Hell, the other guy isn't even her other best friend. In fact the guy in question is Draco's best friend.
"Can't you keep your friends away?" He turned his head slowly to show her how insane he thought her question to be.
"What was that Weasley? Do you think I sent Blaise to sic Granger?"
"I wouldn't put it past you." He fought past the snort that wanted to escape.
"And why the hell is that? It's not my fault your friends have broken up." Ginny's face turned red. Oh no! He's pissed her off yet again. Now comes the harsh words and the right hook.
"Harry and Hermione have not broken up! You're friend is just spouting off lies upsetting her. All Slytherins are low like that!" He moved swiftly for his spot and grabbing her shoulders pulled her down the hall. She struggled but they had to get a safe distance away so they could both yell.
"And what are you bloody Grryfindorfs? Pure and innocent are we Ginny? Tell me then! Tell me then how long it was before you shagged your lowly Slytherin boyfriend?!" Her face turned from bright red to pale ghostly white. It made his heart drop into his stomach where it churned in his stomach acid. Had she really? He couldn't take that! A lot of things he's had to take. She's kissed another guy and allowed him to touch her and spill his heart out. Did she really though...did she?
"That is-n-none of your business Malfoy," she managed to stutter out.
"Weasley," he said with a warning edge to his voice.
"Malfoy," she spat right back with the same cold venom in her voice.
He couldn't believe this. In the background he was sure the portal to another dimension was just closing. In this one Virginia Weasley would not sleep around. Not on him. Then again who did he think he was fooling? The guy in question is her boyfriend, and she would be crazy to sleep with any one other than him. Still Draco felt incredibly hurt, jealous, and way too many other emotions racing throughout him to comprehend.
This was the same exact feeling he had when he spoke those hateful words to Ginny months ago. They were so overwhelming he couldn't have stopped even if had cut off his tongue and sewed his lips shut. Nothing could stop those words he regrets so much these days. If he couldn't then what makes him think he can now?
"You-did-what?" She stared up at him not showing any sorts of emotions. Here he is fighting things he doesn't even know the names of, and she is stoned face. Not fair in the least bit!
"What is it to you Malfoy? What Jonathon and I do together is none of your business! He is my boyfriend, and if I want to shag him then I will." Draco felt all the blood leave his face. Ginny must have saw it as well because a small smug smile came to her lips.
"That was low," he breathed clenching his jaw.
"Low? Why?" He shifted his eyes around before they fell to hers again.
"Because..." he trailed off. No matter how much he wanted to the words wouldn't roll from his lips. Why couldn't he tell her the truth. Draco Bloody Malfoy was hurt and jealous. It's the plain and simple truth, and he hated it.
"Cat got your tongue?" she smirked.
Then it happened in an instant. She was pinned against the wall and his body just like his dream. Even her tiny hands were grasping onto his sweater and her heart was pounding against his chest. He couldn't believe that his dream was coming to life.
"Watch your words Virginia. You don't want a pissed off Malfoy following you."
"Don't I get that regardless," she asked struggling for breath. His hands fisted on the wall beside her head. Why is that a few words placed together to compose a sentence from her can make his blood boil?
"Can you feel me Weasley," he sneered. "Can you feel my eyes on you when you walk away? Or is it that you feel my breath on your neck when you're in the library studying? Think about me a lot too do you? Am I there too? Am I the one you think about when you're with the prat? Is it me that you're with Virginia? Or is it really that too super for Slytherin boyfriend of yours?"
"Draco," she said calmly looking at him with now a regained breath. "You are-" She paused making him wait with baited breath. His heart has never beaten so fast.
"Delusional," she finished and slipped from his hold left again. People walking away from him isn't something new and normally he wouldn't care. Every time he sees her back facing him it stings a bit more than the last time. How many more times is he going to be able to handle it before it's too much? How much is too much?
***The poem is going to be in a future chapter. I don't own and I don't know where I found it but it fits perfectly. Remember that these are my out of character characters. I tried to get my little sister to write a love poem. She writes poetry and is the brain child. Anyway she said she can't write love poems because that something she's never experienced. SO?! Anyway please R/R...Thanks Karnikiss.***