Also, I don’t own Harry Potter.
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Breathless and pink cheeked, Ginny skipped down the stairs of Draco’s block of flats. She smoothed her hair in the hall before braving the outside world. She was still smiling. She bit her bottom lip, and tried to think about something foul to bring her mood down just a bit… nothing worked. Oh, but it would be so obvious to everyone! She shook her head and tried to calm herself down.
It had been such a wonderful afternoon…
A dark eyed Draco in a pale blue button up greeted her at the door. His hand immediately went to her hair, and he drew her into his flat with his lips and talented fingers. Tea had been offered between kisses, and she had declined.
“Where did you hide?”
“France for awhile, then America. My bank account was available to me, as the goblins don’t give information to the Ministry for any reason, so it wasn’t difficult to travel.”
“What’s America like?”
“Big. Everything is big. And loud.”
“I’d like to go there sometime.”
“We’ll go. It’ll be better fun with company.”
They grinned at each other as they realized they’d just made future plans.
“How long can you stay?” he asked.
“An hour or two. Any longer and I’ll be missed.”
He murmured, “Excellent,” and pushed her down into the couch cushions.
Finally feeling like she could keep her happiness in check without giving the game away, she pushed open the door. The day was cold and miserable. The sky was grey and drizzling freezing rain; such an absolute contrast to her current mood.
She chuckled at her thoughts, pulled her hood up, and set off down the street.
She became aware of footsteps behind her, and then a bitterly resentful voice, “Malfoy, huh?”
She whirled, and just like that, her good mood vanished. “Harry?”
“You were with Malfoy?”
She turned around again, and walked quickly. But he didn’t take the hint, and caught up to her.
“Malfoy, Ginny? Really?”
“Yes, Harry,” she said scathingly, “I was with Draco.”
He made a loud scoffing noise, and continued to stomp after her.
“Were you following me?” The Bat Bogey Hex sounded like a damn good idea right about now.
“I came to see you. I just wanted to talk… and then I saw you sneak out of the Three Broomsticks—“
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Harry. What I do isn’t your business anymore. We’ve broken up.”
“That’s what I came to talk to you about!”
Ginny turned on him, “Look, and please listen… I’m really sorry that I hurt you. I never wanted to do that, but Harry,” and she struggled to say it, “I just don’t—“
“You don’t love me.”
She could not look at him, but she shook her head in agreement.
“But you love Draco?”
“I like him. A lot. And I want to see where it goes.”
“But you won’t see where it goes with me?”
“We saw where it went, Harry.”
She started up the street again, hoping that this hellish conversation would be over soon, because he was making her feel like she was the most ungrateful bitch in the entire world. The boy saves her life, and the entire wizarding world, and she, the biggest bitch since Anaxarete, can’t find it within herself to love him.
“Please, Ginny, I just don’t understand!”
And though she didn’t want to say it, really didn’t want to say it, the words tumbled from her mouth, “Fine! When Draco kisses me,” Harry flinched, “I feel like I’m on fire. I never felt like that with you, and it’s not your fault, or my fault, it just is. I think I could love Draco, and I was always trying to fall in love with you. It just never happened.”
He looked so broken and so close to the verge of tears. She shrugged helplessly and began to cry, “I’m sorry, Harry.”
He nodded woodenly, and without a word, apparated away.
Ginny shut her eyes and hugged herself, feeling the cold and the rain acutely now. She absolutely bloody refused to feel guilty for liking Draco. It was no one’s fault, it was just… fate. Destiny, or some rot. She tried to make herself believe it.
She ambled slowly back to Hogwarts, getting soaked to the skin, but not caring in her current state of mind. It was really unfair that she could go from giddy to wrecked in only five minutes.
She dripped through the corridors of the school, all the way back to her dormitory where there was an owl waiting for her. She cast a quick drying spell, and gave the little grey owl a treat. The seal on the envelope was the Malfoy family crest, and it made her grin gently. She’d only just left him!
He’d written:
I’m going soft, Weasley. I miss you already. When’s the next Hogsmeade weekend?
Her giddiness came back, word by word. She clutched the parchment to her heart in a hopelessly silly gesture, and sighed happily, all thoughts of Harry pushed from her mind.
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A/N: Anaxarete is a woman from Greek Mythology who refused the advances of a man who loved her, and he later killed himself on her doorstep. She was still unmoved by his love, and Aphrodite turned Anaxarete to stone. Cheerful imagery, eh?
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