Slytherin Pride

Thoughts

Ginny's POV

I walked into the Great Hall and slipped silently over to the Gryffindor table, sneaking up behind Harry. I quickly covered his eyes and he jumped, then he took a deep breath in through his nose. "Hmm... lavender scent and perfume I bought Gin last week...Could it possibly be Gin?" I laughed and uncovered his eyes. I plopped down beside him and he immediately gave me a kiss, gently biting my bottom lip. I smirked and parted my teeth and lips allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. I pulled back eventually and I smiled as he gazed into my eyes. Ron, who was sitting across from us actually stopped eating for once to take time to make a disgusted face. I glanced over at the door to see if Hermione was back but instead, Malfoy entered. I knew he was a jerk but he had been fairly decent to me...sorta. I've always kind of idolized him. Just his hair alone is a brilliance that hasn't yet been discovered. And then there's his eyes...endless orbs that were storm gray with different shades of blasting silver. They tell a different story at each glance. He looked so elegant, and I felt like crying looking at his eyes now. He looked like he just needed to...be loved. To be important to someone. If Harry's arm hadn't been around me, I don't know if I would've stayed in my seat. He looked so ill, I wanted nothing more at the moment than to brush his layered beach blonde hair out of his eyes and comfort him maybe a short kiss to go along with hugging him. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. 'Ginny!!! Get a hold of yourself!! You have the Boy Who Lived hugging you! Malfoy...isn't going to happen...Why should it?' I was continually shaking my head now. Harry looked over. "Love, are you ok?" I nodded. "Yeah, yeah, just fine, trying to clear my thoughts." I suddenly felt ready to puke, the panic rose in my stomach. The great hall suddenly started shrinking into a little box that I was stuck in. My thoughts became more life-like and so I stood up and rushed out of the hall. 'Ok Gin, you need to calm down don't let the attack get the best of you'. I was now taking the stairs two at a time trying to get to my dorm. I burst in the door and rushed to a corner and pulled my knees up to my chest and started to silently cry. Panic attacks suck like jinxes. But it's even worse when the cause of them are your thoughts. 'Deep breathes, in, then slowly out' I kept repeating the calming methods my mother always talked about. I over think even more than Mione..."That's not okay," I whispered out loud horrified. But even my small jokes couldn't stop the voice screaming, "Draco!!!"

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