Slytherin Pride

Seperated

The next week past, and classes started up again, or I started attending them again. Hermione started nurturing me back to health, though it was a rather slow process, but other than that I don't talk to Mione. She is nice, giving me help in class. Tutoring me. But it's not the same. I barely see Draco. He showed up to classes but never even glances up at me. I nudge him, slide him notes. But he never acknowledged them. I stopped yesterday, and his eyes almost strayed to me in a questioning look, but they stopped just before they could find mine. He seemed more professional. He was getting his reputation back. Hoyle lightened up to him, while Blaise was still far beyond an acquaintance level. He started to become more like his old self. He would jeer at Harry and Ron. And trip Neville. He would still talk to Luna and hermione, but never interacting more than a simple "hey." "Hi." "Good." "Fine, thanks." Then he would be off again. Hermione looked so upset one day she stormed into her dorm without doing her homework. I got better in my healthy. I was aloud to play quidditch again, but not as lead chaser, they were still subbing me out. I didn't cry anymore. The first few days after Draco stopped talking to me I cried none stop, but that just made me look weak and frail in his eyes. It was a whole month after Christmas, and we still hadn't even locked eyes. I figured we were through. And it was the most traumatizing thought that has ever sprouted in my mind. "This...this can't happen..." Neville looked up questionably from his Herbology journal. "I'm sorry Neville...I have to go somewhere. I completely forgot...I'm sorry-" he stopped me by giving me a sad smile. "I'm glad you finally remembered. Then he stood and walked off without another word. I strolled up to the Griffendore tower and marched over to the couch where hermione sat, curled doing her homework. She glanced up but then turned back to her astronomy essay. "Hermione. I need your help. I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I need your help to get Draco back." She faintly smiled and shrugged. I sighed and snatched her quill away. "Now Ginny...I'm not in the mood!" I just faintly smiled and shrugged not meeting her eyes, mimicking what she just did to me. "Ginny. I accept your apology, but Draco is going to a lot more persuading. You scared him to death. And he's barely hanging on without someone he loves dearly trying to kill herself for a false reason. It's going to take a lot more than sorry. In the mean time. Accio quill! It zoomed out of my hand and back into hers. She didn't look up again.

My eyes started to tear up again, I had gotten the ability to cry back, but now I am so overwhelmed they spill out more than they need too. Ron noticed, so did Harry, but Draco not Mione seemed to notice. I wish I could restart this whole year over. There would be no Draco. No fights with hermione. Hell I wish I could start my fucking life over. Fred would still be there. So would Percy. And lip in and Harry's parents, but no everything had to be messed up. I went back up into the dormitory and just sat, but eventually brought out my old sketch pad, the one Fred got me for Christmas. Draco always said I was an elaborate drawer. So, I began to draw the scene where me and Draco first kissed. In the potions closet, covered in broken glass. I started with pencil but then switched to a muggle ink pen, black ink. I made each shard and scratched shadows on each of our hairs. I drew his red and white shirt perfectly. And my ripped tie and sweater were pretty decent as well. I took three hours to do just the faces. Getting every detail right. Making each incline of Draco's cheekbones highlighted. There was a knock at eight o'clock sharp and hermione stepped in. "You missed dinner." I had to hold myself back from giving a retort. "Oh did I? Time must've got the best of me. Thanks for telling me. I'll go down to the kitchens later." She just sighed but I could tell that answer satisfied her. "Homework time?" I shook my head. "I got it. I finished my essay yesterday." She walked closer. "Then what if so important you can't look up at me, oh my..." Her breath was literally taken away. She traced her hand lightly over the carefully drawn wooden walls and the shining glass vials. Then her fingers stopped on our, now perfected, tear stained faces. "This was that night. The first time you kissed him. Right?" I nodded slightly as I sifted my hand to Sade the cobblestone floor. "Ginny I never knew you could draw." I shrugged and capped my pen. "I picked it up. Do you think Draco will like it?" She smiled, although she was supposed to be being stern. "I would love it. Add a note and actually apologize. Stop with the scraps of parchment. He reads them every night and cries over not being able to touch you. So stop making him feel bad and confront him. He thinks you gave up. That was the pint of him distancing himself. So it would give you time to catch up. Not fall farther behind. I looked up into her eyes. They were burned with wisdom, and they seemed to leak it as she let a tear fall. "I would love that picture. I would do more than forgive you. I would forgive myself too." I sighed and let the first full smile in a month in a half spread across my face. He might forgive me, it might not be too late. I twiddled with the muggle pen and wondered how they were made. They seemed very complex objects, but were able o do so little. She then started to work, casting small spells on the pen. I conjured a jinxing charm, and a color distorter. I was about to shove it back in my small desk I was assigned when I realized this could be a gift too. I castes one last spell on it, making it voice activated. I sang softly. And then I clicked the cap. My voice replayed softly, it sounded beautiful. I nearly made hermione cry. "Your really trying aren't you." I laughed and let a tear slide down my face. "More than anything at the moment."

Did you like it? Comment and vote and follow but please keep reading:)