Slytherin Pride

Pain being released.

Ginny's POV
It was half way through lunch when he sprinted away, struggling to breathe. I was eating my pasta salad and sandwiches, moaning slightly as the sweet and savory bites made extra saliva collect in my mouth. Mione was going on and on about homework, Ron stared blankly at nothing and Harry was staring at me, but averting his eyes when I looked in his direction. Probably because I was actually talking and like socializing with them again. Mcgonagall started laughing at what prof. Sprout had just said. Ron smirked, and I kicked him under the table trying to not snicker. He always made up sex scenes for why the teachers were laughing. He never told them around hermione though. Harry caught me and Ron's poor attempts to not smile and he flashed a small grin himself. Mione stopped and looked at up, a little scared. "Why are you lot smiling? Is it my hair? My clothes?!" I burst out laughing. "Nothing to do with you...just..." I tried calm myself but Ron was already red and Harry was cracking up. Hermione gave a small confused smile and shrugged. Neville walked in the hall and sat down. He had a tattered book with him. I shrugged. I saw Draco looking in this direction. At first, I thought he might actually be looking at me, but instead I saw his eyes trail and follow Neville. They tailed down his uniform until they got to his hands, where the book was being held. He choked on pasta and stood up so abruptly glasses of juice spilt. He turned paler than I thought possible and he locked eyes with me for the smallest amount of time, if you hadn't been so deaf rarely longing for it, it would've gone unnoticed. But it didn't. He then fled the room knocking over book bags and my drinks. He didn't speak. I had a feeling he couldn't form words. The teachers didn't notice except for Snape who eyes me suspiciously then smirked and looked away. I did something so unexpected, I gasped at my own action. I hit the table so hard it splintered at the corner. I groaned and screamed "WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME! I-I mean...um..." And rushed out after him. Which was the fucking craziest thing I could've done at the moment. He'd probably hex me. We haven't talked in almost two months. But somehow this seemed like the perfect time to hand him a new moving picture of us, the drawing, with the singing pen. It seemed as though anyone other time would be too late. Being pulled out of the hallway seemed really awkward and they changed the password to the Slytherin common room so I can't talk to him in there, which is where he now spends all of his free time. I bolted after him, suddenly more intently focused of finding him than my own heart rate, which was probably going an unhealthy speed. He had stopped the weirdest spot. Right outside the room of requirement. Not going for inside, but pacing as if trying to decide. He looked warily at me. "I didn't go in because assumed you would come." Even in his panicked state he sounded smug and brisk, as if he had known this all along. Anger boiled inside of me. Yes I needed him. I was depressed without his grip around my middle at night. Yes he was my revolving world and everything else but, I've survived. I'm not helpless. I shoved him against the wall, pushing all the air out he finally regained, leaving him winded. I hit him squarely in the jaw which made my fist ache, and made his jaw bleed. "Don't you ever...just assume...you blasted...slimy slithering creature!" He looked into my eyes, with nothing but worry and lust. He then lends in and kissed me, so longingly I did the next most unexpected thing, cry. Not an abandoned I hate myself, self pity cry. A joyful happy cry, full of everything in my chest being released at once. We slowly sunk down into the floor, not breaking the kiss, just like the very first time in the potions lab. He heaved and more than air flowed out of his parted lips; sorrow, depression, sadness, tired but not being able to sleep. They all came pouring out after being locked up for what I assumed was a month and a half. He broke away but didn't move his face away, and he didn't let my face go either. "But I'm YOUR slimy slithering creature." I nodded as he gently wiped my tears away. He smiled slightly, his eyes full of pain. I pushed my handful of things into his lap, they suddenly didn't matter anymore, more like tokens instead of gifts to persuade him. By the looks of things he wasn't in a state to be left alone again. And I'm not planning on doing so. He looked down and laughed. "What are these Weasley? Tokens for my reconsideration?!" I groaned and playfully pushed his arms off me. He pulled out the picture first. The smile melted away. "O-h my god...you truly looked ready to die..." The picture I had given him was of us falling from the sky. He had his hands wrapped around me but I was twisted so I was underneath him. I mouthed the words I love you and the squeeze my eyes shut. I looked away so I wouldn't cry, but he looked like he no longer cared. His eyes filled with tears. But they didn't spill out. He grabbed the next thing, the drawing. He wiped his eyes and gasped smiling. "Merlin it's beautiful!" I smiled too slightly. Every potion vial glinted and the shading was precise, making our mouth look as though they were moving. His fingers gently traced down the dusty floors and the shattered glass, looking deep in thought. He then pulled out the last thing but I closed his fingers around it. "Don't open it yet. Wait till your feeling down or need it. It'll be more effective that way."

He laughed slightly and kissed my forehead. "I'll try."

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