Chapter 4 : Chapter 4
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Disclaimer: no way in hell am I good enough to own Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling, but the plot and a select few character are mine. Cheers!
Summary: Ginny has been hiding the truth for most of her life. When she is drawn to a certain blonde haired Slytherin she realises she is not alone, but is it true, or just another well spun lie?
Ginny walked into the Potions Classroom later that night for detention, not surprised at all that Blaise was already there. Snape had not yet arrived, leaving Ginny no way to escape from the persistence that was Blaise Zabini.
“I’m really sorry Gin, I shouldn’t have done it,” Blaise told Ginny desperately as soon as she walked in the door. “It ill never happen again, I promise!” Blaise smiled sheepishly. “Okay, maybe it will... but I’ll make sure it’s not in Potions,” he told her truthfully.
Ginny looked at him carefully, trying to see whether what he was saying was the truth. The big smile and the previous guilty expression told her that Blaise was telling the truth.
“You owe me big,” she told him, after leaving him in suspense for another minute, there was no need to shorten his punishment just because he was good at apologising.
Blaise grinned as Snape at her just as entered the room. Snape looked at the two students before him, not showing any emotion, leaving them in suspense. Ginny and Blaise stood nervously, wanting to know what their task would be.
“You are to clean the cauldrons over there,” Snape told them, motioning towards a corner in the room, “and alphabetise all the contents on those six shelves,” he added, pointing towards the opposite corner. Just after he had given them their assignment Draco Malfoy walked into the room, looking as smug as ever. “Ah, you’re late,” Snape told him dryly.
Ginny looked at Malfoy in shock and horror, while Blaise smirked at his friend knowingly. “I’m sorry sir, I was held up,” Draco told Snape sincerely as he walked to stand in line with Blaise and Ginny in front of the professor.
Snape nodded at him before turning back to Blaise and Ginny, who both still had their eyes on the blonde boy next to them.
“I will be in my office marking papers, Mr. Malfoy will oversee the work and make sure it’s done,” Snape told them candidly before he turned and walked out of the room and in the direction of his office.
All three of them knew exactly what he was doing, Snape knew full well that within seconds the two Slytherin boys would have cleaned the pots and alphabetised the shelves, leaving them to do whatever they please for the rest of the night until they could leave the room. Ginny shook her head, understanding an aspect of the situation that the two boys didn’t, Snape was forcing Ginny and Malfoy into the same room together, almost alone, where they had to talk or ignore one another. Ginny was more inclined to ignoring to blonde Slytherin.
“I’m going to go grab some food from the kitchens, want me to bring you back something?” Blaise asked the other two occupants in the room.
Ginny shook her head and walked over to the bookshelves, picking out a text book she had not yet read. She sat down at her usual desk as Blaise left the room, leaving Ginny alone with Malfoy. Ginny focused on the book in front of her but was having a hard time, she read through the first sentence six times before it sunk in. Ginny was onto the second sentence when she heard Malfoy move over and fill the seat next to her. This time it took eleven tries before the sentence made sense.
“Are you going to ignore me all night?” Draco asked, rather amused at how Ginny was acting.
Ginny took a deep breath in before speaking, making sure her voice was level. “That’s the plan,” she told him simply, continuing to stare at the page in front of her, having given up on actually reading any of it.
Draco reached over and shut the book, forcing Ginny to look up at him angrily as she tried to push his hand away so she could start reading again. “I was reading that!” she told him heatedly, not able to move his hand from on top of the book.
“What was it about?” Draco asked her, smirking.
Ginny hit a blank, unable to remember what even the first two sentences had said. “Potions,” she finally told him weakly. She stared at Draco’s smirk, which grew with her answer before standing and walking as far away from him as she could.
She soon heard him slowly stand from his seat and follow her from a distance.
“You can’t avoid me this whole time,” Draco told her simply.
Ginny spun around, glaring at him. “Watch me,” she said before she turned and continued to walk away, before reaching the wall.
“You don’t need to avoid me,” Draco told her, stopping his chase and leaning back on one of the benches casually.
Ginny turned to him and rolled her eyes at him. “I have every need to avoid you,” she told him acidly as she thought of the other afternoon when she had meant to thank him.
Draco took a deep breath, folding his arms across his chest casually, before speaking again. “Do not tell me that you don’t act different in public than you do in private,” Draco told her simply.
“No, I won’t begin to, but my public attitude isn’t a cold hearted bastard,” she told him angrily, walking away from the wall to lean only a few benches away from Draco.
“It’s the way it needs to be,” Draco said sadly. Ginny looked at him curiously, his head now down, eyes closed in remorse, shaking his head. “I thought you of all people would understand the need to put on an act in order to please people, in order to not raise suspicion,” Draco added, looking up at her again, the smirk gone from his beautiful lips, replaced with a sad smile.
“What would make you think that?” she asked him, standing from her spot and moving closer again, now leaning on the bench opposite Draco, only one meter away from him.
He smirked. “You act as if you hadn’t a care in the world, yet when no one is paying attention you get this look on your face...” he told her, reaching up as if to stroke her cheek from far away. “It’s the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her.
“Why do you think that is?” she asked him, very interested in his theories, also just wanting to hear him talk to her this way some more.
He smiled at her sweetly. “Now I don’t think I need to mention that, we both know the exact cause,” he told her, standing so that he was right in front of her. “Though, there are not many who notice what affect it plays on you,” he told her, reaching out and stroking her cheek just as he had motioned to before.
“You notice,” she said, moving closer to him, moving into his touch.
“You intrigue me Ginevra Weasley,” Draco told her, a sweet smile playing on his graceful lips, and Ginny fought the urge to reach out and touch them. Ginny felt a surge of warmth through her at the use of her name, she looked up from him lips and into his eyes, lifting her hand to cup his cheek.
“You confuse me, Draco Malfoy,” she told him softly, a small smile reaching her lips.
“I really do like it when you smile,” Draco told her as he leaned down towards her, gently pulling her face to his. “It really is quite a beautiful sight,” he informed her and Ginny closed her eyes as she leaned forward to meet his lips.
The door slammed open and in walked Blaise Zabini carrying a bag full of food from the House Elves. “I bought everything I could carry!” he yelled as he turned to close the door, not yet having seen how close the two were.
Ginny and Draco jumped from one another as if the other had the plague. Ginny quickly walked back to her seat, while Draco stood in his spot glaring at his best friend.
“What?” Blaise asked innocently as he placed the food on the nearest bench.
“You really do have brilliant timing Blaise,” Draco told him, trying to hide his obvious emotions. Blaise looked from Draco to the now retreating and embarrassed Ginny who had her back to them.
“Sorry,” Blaise whispered softly so only Draco could hear.
The next morning Ginny went down to breakfast with her brother, Harry and Hermione. She told herself it just happened to be a coincidence that they were walking out of the common room at the same time, nothing more to it. If Ginny was truthful with herself she would know that she wanted to know if Malfoy had reverted back to being cruel , and she was guaranteed to find out if she was with Ron and Harry, who couldn’t resist taking a pull at the blonde Slytherin.
They were in the Entrance Hall before she spotted him, standing outside the Great Hall talking to Blaise in a hushed voice. Their conversation ceased as the group got nearer and Blaise walked in to the Great Hall. Before Malfoy could follow Ron made some comment about his mother that Hermione hit him over the back of the head for while Malfoy turned and glared at the group, and in particular Ron.
“I’d watch your mouth, blood traitor, the Mudblood won’t be there to protect you all the time,” Malfoy snarled, referring to Hermione’s great ability with Charms, and Ron’s lack of skill. Ron was about to lunge forward before three sets of hands all reached out and stopped him.
“Calm down Ron,” Harry told him quietly as Malfoy stalked off into the Great Hall.
“You bought that on yourself you know,” Hermione told him knowingly as she shook her head at the boy.
The three of them walked into the Great Hall, but this time Ginny didn’t follow, she was too confused to think straight. She had understood what Draco had said the night before, but what she had trouble dealing with was which of his personalities was the act. Was it the kind and charming one that appeared mostly at night and in private, or the arrogantly cruel boy that appeared during the day. Ginny really hoped that it was the latter.
Ginny walked into Potions an hour later, not surprised to find Blaise already sitting at his seat with Draco next to him talking. Draco stood as soon as she entered the room, looking at her with interest as she took her seat next to Blaise. After she sat down she could still feel his eyes on the back of her neck, she turned to check that he was still looking, and was winked at by the blonde Slytherin. Ginny turned and tried to hide the smile that tugged at her lips as Blaise began talking. Ginny only half listened to Blaise’s endless chatter, that was until she heard the name of a certain Blonde Slytherin mentioned.
“Pardon?” she said, waking from her stupor.
“I just said I was glad Draco got assigned to our detention last night,” Blaise told her smirking, not missing her change in attitude at the mention of his name. “Weren’t you?”
“I suppose,” Ginny attempted to say impassively, trying to ignore the heat on her cheeks.
“Don’t pretend you don’t care,” Blaise told her smirking, playfully punching her shoulder. Ginny looked down at her book before her, attempting to ignore the boy next to her. “What?” he asked carefully, his smile starting to fade slightly. “I saw how you two were before I oh-so rudely interrupted,” Blaise encouraged her, leaning into her, giving her a playful nudge.
“It’s just...” Ginny started, but was stopped as Snape walked in the room and started class, Ginny had never been so happy to see the Potions Professor.
“This isn’t over,” Blaise told her quietly, not missing Ginny’s relief. Ginny shook her head and put all her energy and thought into making the potion at hand.
Ginny walked out of the Potions classroom an hour later and was pulled to the side out of the flow of traffic.
“Seriously, you couldn’t have just asked to speak to me after class?” Ginny asked Blaise sarcastically as she allowed herself to be pulled into the empty classroom.
“Would you have come?” Blaise asked her as he closed the door, smirking.
Ginny shrugged, pulling a face at the boy. “Probably dragging me here was your best option,” she told him, scrunching her nose.
“Are you going to talk or would you like me to ask embarrassing questions to get you started?” Blaise asked Ginny as he leant against the table next to where she was standing.
Ginny leant back to lean on the desk next to Blaise, rubbing her face with her right hand before talking. “It’s just...” she started but couldn’t seem to continue.
“Yup, that’s where you got up to before,” Blaise joked, trying to lighten and make her feel better about talking.
“Yeah,” Ginny admitted softly. “I’m not real good at the whole...” she tried to action with her hands. “I’m not so good at the whole talking thing,” she admitted finally.
“Really?” Blaise asked, grinning as he nudged her jokingly. “I’m shocked, I never would have known,” he added. Ginny rolled her eyes at him before putting her face in her hands in despair, not sure how she was going to say what she wanted. Blaise placed an encouraging arm around her shoulders and gave her a quick squeeze. “Just...just say anything and everything that you want to, I’ll listen to it all,” Blaise told her encouragingly. “Just let it flow out,” Blaise told her as he motioned the words flowing out with his hands over-dramatically.
Ginny nodded, smiling at the boy. “It’s just,” she started for the third time. “It’s just, I don’t get him,” Ginny told Blaise. “One minute he’s sweet and charming and...and perfect. But then the next minute he’s... he’s an arrogant arse who is the cruelest person I’ve ever met,” Ginny tried to explain. “The two personality thing confuses me, I mean, which is the real Draco? Is it the conceited bastard who comes out in public, or the endearing guy who takes my breath away?” she asked Blaise as she leaned forward again into her hands.
Blaise nodded knowingly before standing and pacing in front of Ginny. After a few laps he stopped, hands on hip and looked at Ginny meaningfully, Ginny who was now looking up at Blaise with interest.
“What?” she finally asked, for once unable to stand the silence.
Blaise nodded and stepped forward so he was standing directly in front of Ginny. “You cannot tell anyone,” Blaise told her seriously, Ginny nodded in response. Blaise took a deep breath before continuing. “Have you ever thought that Draco’s cruelness is just an act?” he asked and Ginny nodded slowly, she had considered that, but she didn’t know why. “There are reasons for it Ginny,” Blaise told her.
“What reasons?” she asked him.
Blaise went to stay, raising his hand before letting it fall. “I can’t tell you that,” Blaise told her sadly. “But...I can tell you that it’s something big. If Draco isn’t seen to act in such a way, the safety of himself as well as others will be at stake,” Blaise told her and Ginny nodded, knowing not to push him any further. “Don’t think for a second that the Draco that you... that you care about is the act, because that Draco is my best friend... and he deserves a little happiness,” Blaise told Ginny seriously.
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