It's One Crazy Love Story!

Chapter 9

Ginny

After class, I headed down to the quidditch pitch. I was in a foul mood- again. I had seen Ron after Arithmancy and he had given me a weird look.

At that moment, I had been trying to open the door, by pulling it really hard. I landed on my seat and ended making a huge fool of myself, as usual. Ron just walked past me and then said, "Look, Ginny. You push the door." Then he demonstrated it a few times, as if I was crazy, which was the impression I left on him after the incident in the library with the plant.

He told Hermione and Harry, I am sure, but they didn't believe him. They just thought he was overreacting.

I was worried about Draco's quidditch practice; I didn't know what excuse to go there with. I knew if the Slytherins saw me, I would be dead and word would reach my brothers ear. This time, he wouldn't just think I a little emotional over the grief of my brother, but that I had gone insane.

On top of all this, I had so much homework I felt like I was going to collapse.

I made my way to the quidditch pitch, trying to think of something.

As I went to the stands, I spied Harry and our team making their way across the pitch.

I didn't know what they were doing there, so I jumped down off the stands and walked over to them.

Hermione was with them and as soon as she saw me, she asked, "What are you doing here, Ginny?"

Everyone turned around and looked at me. Ron looked like he was seeing things, because I had just suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

I gulped and said, "I thought we had practice."

It was such a random explanation, but for reason it seemed like the perfect one. Harry didn't even notice that I wasn't with the team, or even wearing my robes. He was arguing with Malfoy, said, "Ha! See, even Ginny saw our name on the pitch-booking list. We're supposed to be here, you're not."

I sighed with relief, but Draco looked at me, a question in his eyes, when the feeling of dread filled my bones again.

"I don't care what she saw, all right, Potter?" he sneered. "I booked the pitch and I've got Professor Snape's note to prove it." He then whipped out a piece of parchment and read, "'I, professor Severus Snape, give permission to the Slytherin quidditch team to practice on Tuesday at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. That should be enough for you, Potter."

Draco and Harry kept on arguing, when I heard voices walk past the pitch.

I sighed with horror, could my day get any worse?! Sam, Padma and Luna were walking past when they noticed me standing out on the pitch, with the rest of the Gryffindors.

They came up to me and Sam said, "I knew that was you, Gin! I can recognize that red hair of yours anywhere!"

I groaned inwardly and thanked my ancestors for the grief they were giving to this day. Why couldn't I have brown hair like everybody else? I mean brown blended in nicely with the crowd, unlike red. Even though my hair wasn't that red, it was still red to me and I loathed it at times.

I flashed a smile and said, "Yes."

"I thought you were studying," accused Luna. "I didn't know you were watching Harry and Malfoy fight."

We had moved a little bit away from all the fighting, although now Rona and Flint were fighting. Malfoy stood two metres away from us, 'fixing' his shows.

I snorted, like I believed him. For one thing, his shoe was perfectly fine.

"Well, I'm studying the absence of the brain in teenage boys," I said.

My friends laughed and then suddenly Padma went, "I know what it is!"

I glanced around and saw Malfoy still fixing his shoes. I knew he was smirking and listening to our conversation. I felt like kicking him, but he was too far away.

"What?" I asked, scared.

"You came here to see Flint!" she said, giggling.

My mouth was open in horror and behind Luna I could see that Malfoy was done with his shoe, and was looking at me accusingly. Oh great, I thought. Isn't this just splendid.

Draco had one eyebrow up, as if waiting to see how I would 'weasel' my way out of this one, if you do pardon the expression.

"I..." I stuttered. Not for the first time in my life, I was stuck- AGAIN!

Sam laughed, "Come on, Ginny! You told us how you have a great big crush on Flint and how you think he's so cute and all."

I felt like screaming. I mean it was like everyone was out there to get me.

Dracos smirked behind Luna and then with one final look at me, he walked away.

I was dead; I was so dead. I don't even know how possessive Malfoy can get, or whether we're boyfriend and girlfriend but I could definitely read the look on his face.

I felt like kicking myself, or rather my friends.

"Still, Ginny," said Padma, being blunt. "I thought you were studying, I didn't expect to find you here."

I shrugged, seeing the hurt looks on my friends' faces. I knew that I had ditched them for the past few days, but it was crucial. I would rather eat rat's tails than hang out with Draco Malfoy.

I sighed and glanced over at the Gryffindors and Slytherins. It seemed that they had reached some sort of a decision, so I left my friends there and went to go look.

"Hey, Ginny," said Hermione as I walked closer.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, it seems as if there was a misunderstanding. Both the teams booked the pitch and neither of them is going to leave. So they both have to practice on the pitch today," she explained. "But there'll be a barrier in the middle of the pitch dividing it, so that none of the players can go to the other side and nobody can see anything on the other side of the barrier."

I nodded; it made sense to me. "Are you going to watch us practice?" I asked

She shrugged, "I have to, Harry and Ron dragged me down here."

Hermione sat down in the middle of the pitch, so they could watch both sides practice.

I was still on the team, but had been promoted to chaser, which I loved. I changed into my robes and then started practicing.

Near the end, I took a break and sat down beside Hermione watching both teams practice. I looked for Draco on the other side of the barrier.

It wasn't that hard, actually. He was the tallest, being six and was the nicest looking.

I had never noticed this before, but he was nicely built as well. We had taken our robes off, considering the heat and were playing in trousers and shirts.

He was muscular and had big biceps, but not so big that they looked too big. He had a long neck and for some crazy reason, I wanted to hug him.

I shook my head. Did I just say I wanted to hug Draco Malfoy? It must be hanging around with him a lot.

Hermione nudged me. I looked up and saw that it was dark.

We made our way to our common room and did the rest of our homework.

Harry and the rest of the team came in and started their homework. About half an hour after they arrived, I heard Ron telling Harry something about Malfoy.

My eras pricked up immediately and I pretended to continue to write my essay.

"...heard Crabbe tell Flint that Malfoy and Luna were going out. I did see them together on the quidditch pitch together, today," said Ron.

I was so shocked that I jumped up and went, "What?!"

Everyone was staring at me and I could see that a lot of people were annoyed that I had interrupted their studying.

I did the only thing I could think of then. I started crying, hysterically.

Hermione came up to me and hugged me. "Shhh, Ginny. It's ok."

I tried saying that I needed to go to bed, but it came out all muffled because of the crying. "Bed!" I said, making it sound like Fred.

Ron looked at me with his mouth open, looking as if he understood something.

He rushed up to me and said, "It's ok, Ginny. Fred's ok."

I said, "Bed! I want to go to bed!"

"I want to see Fred too, Ginny, but he's not feeling good," said Ron, seriously.

I tried to get out of the awkward hug he had me in, but I couldn't. I could see everyone's faces filled with sympathy.

"She misses Fred so much," explained Lavender to Parvati.

"You know if my family was ruined like hers, I would go insane too if I were her too," whispered Parvati to the whole common room.

I screamed and cried, trying to tell people I wasn't crazy, but no one listened.

Hermione, Parvati and Lavender helped me to my dormitory and helped me into bed.

"Shhh, Ginny," said Hermione. "It'll be all right. I'll talk to your mother, it's ok."

I didn't try to get out of bed; I just closed my eyes fell into a drowsy sleep.

A few hours later, I suddenly woke up, feeling something pulling me.

I didn't know what it was, but I just went without struggling. God knew; I didn't need to make a fool out myself any further.

But I was mad. I was going to explode any second. You would too if you had to face what I had to face today.

By brother and the whole common room thought I was going insane over the grief of my missing and brain damaged brothers. My so-called boyfriend thought I had a crush on Marcus Flint and he was cheating on me for Luna Lovegood! My friends thought I was lying and hiding from them, to see Flint. I was also mad at Luna for some reason.

I walked outside, with the force pulling me out all the way. I finally stopped in front of the lake and saw someone's back facing me, facing the lake.

Draco Malfoy turned and smirked at me. "Hello Ginny."

I opened my mouth to scream but he kissed me really fast, seeing the way I was staring at me.

I pushed him back and said, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

He sneered, "What does it look like I'm doing. Trying to kiss you."

I pushed him farther away from and said, "I can see that! You're trying to kiss me in the middle of the night?!"

He came closer and started rubbing my shoulders. Here I was wearing no less than a pair of a shorts and tank top and all Draco could think about was his career as a masseur?!

"I thought it'd be a good time to try that spell," he said. "I wanted to see if you came to me or not."

I snorted, "Of course I came. I had to."

He shook his head ever so slightly, his eyes drinking me in. "I didn't tell you before, but you do have a choice. The spell just compels you to decide then and there whether you want to come, because the force of it isn't that strong. If you didn't want to come to me, then you didn't have to. You wanted to so that's why you came. If you want to, you are pulled towards that person and no one can stand in your way."

I looked at him strangely. I wanted to come to him? What was this about? That meant that I could've stayed in bed?! I turned on my heel to go but he grabbed my hand.

I sighed and he said, "Where are you going?"

"Back to bed, you prat!" I struggled trying to wiggle my hand out of his. I couldn't though, on account of how strong he was. Thinking of that made me think of how big his biceps were, which made me think of hugging him.

I felt a little colour rushing to my cheeks, but thankfully it didn't get too serious.

He just stared at me, as is he was daring me to stay outside with him.

"I'm going to be in so much trouble!" I said. "I'm outside in my shorts and bare feet. If someone sees us, we're both dead."

"Sometimes you should take risks," he said, holding me to him.

Oh great, just what I was hoping for. To be hugged by him standing outside in my shorts.

A part of me struggled, but another different new part wanted to just stay holding him.

His big arms wrapped around me. He was much taller than me, so I just rested my head on his chest feeling his heart beat. I put my arms (shorter than his, of course) around his torso.

It was the craziest thing. I mean, I think aliens may have possessed me. I would have never gotten out of bed, after hours and gone strolling out here to snog with Draco Malfoy. Yup, definitely, I'm pretty sure something was wrong with me.

I mean here I was, hugging the man (is he a man? He's only seventeen) that I was supposed to hate all my life.

But even though, a large part of me was horrified and surprised by my behaviour, I could help but like it.

It was nice to be hugged by somebody who didn't think you were crazy, or always underestimated you, or thought you were a baby, or a practical joker.

I snuggled into his shirt and his strong aroma wafted up my nose. He smelled so sweet, or maybe his clothes did.

I didn't know what was happening to me, but a part of me was falling in love with Draco Malfoy.

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After few minutes of holding her close to me, I let go. For someone who was yelling at me a few minutes ago, she seemed pretty sad.

"What wrong?" I asked her.

She shook her head and just hugged me again. I was surprised but I hugged her back, resting my head on hers.

Her hot red hair was tied into a ponytail and it spelled like some exotic fruit. It was nice just to have her hug me like without looking at me with hatred, expectations of being perfect, and fear of my power.

She just looked at me like I was just another person. It didn't matter to her that I was a Slytherin or who my father was. She just hugged me.

After another few minutes, she let go of me and stared at me for a minute.

I couldn't read what was in her eyes. They seemed guarded tonight, not even letting me in.

That was when we started kissing. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her closely to me. It was long and passionate, but eventually we had to breathe again.

She was gasping for air and so was I. She had a little smile on her lips and she turned to leave.

I watched her until she disappeared into the mist, making sure she got back all right.

I made my way to my common room, my head full of strange thoughts.

It whirled around until I stopped to think of my plan. I was mistaken; she wasn't doing anything to me. She was truly in love with me, even though I had never heard her say it.

But she had wanted to come to me tonight, so that meant she must like me a lot, for her subconscious to bring her to me.

I suddenly remembered an incident this afternoon. I heard her friends talking to her about being in love with Marcus Flint.

I wasn't sure how to go about this revelation. It would of course affect my plan, but I didn't know how.

I rubbed my temples as walked up the stairs to my dormitory. My head hurt from thinking of the plan, something that had never happened before.

I didn't feel like thinking of what to do and what not to do. I was tired so as soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.