If He Only Knew (Drinny)

A Very Angry Ron

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Two days later

Ginny's POV

What the hell did Malfoy do to Ron?! Don't get me wrong, it is highly appreciated, it's not as though I could do it myself. Well... I could but over the holidays I can't use magic and the rest of the time, mum wouldn't be there to tell me off in person. You probably think it would be better that way, (it probably is), however I do not want a howler.

What's the most shocking to me however is the fact that, MALFOY DIDN'T EVEN GET DETENTION!! How I have no idea, I'm guessing it was on behalf of Snape.

"Hey, Ginny." Harry says, as he pulls out the chair beside mine.

"Hi." Knowing what he is going to say next I continue. "There is no indication that he's going to wake up today by the way."

"Oh..." Is all his reply is.

"I better go tell Hermione. See you in a bit." I say looking for any excuse to leave, I still like Harry it's just that... I can't explain it. All I know is I don't want to be around him now.

"Oh okay. Ginny... before you go, I just wanted to ask. What is going on between you and Malfoy?" I stare at him stunned, why the hell would he even care?

"Why do you want to know?"

"You're my best friend's little sister, which means you're like my own sister." He said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Heat is poring out of me. What is wrong with him?! I've liked him for four years now, and yet all he can see is a helpless little girl, who in order to survive relies on others. I am not that girl.

"I'm not just Ron's little sister, I don't need him to protect me." I proclaimed.

"Ginny, there are things we can't control in life and yours is the fact that you need your brothers it's nothing to be ashamed about..."

"No, you're wrong. I don't need protection. You might not see it now, but I am not that girl in the chamber of secrets anymore. I've changed, how dare you sit there, acting as though you now everyone and everything. You don't Potter, and you most certainly don't know me at all. I am not that little girl, I am not weak." I finish.

"Ginny, I think I know you more than you think." I had had enough by this time, grabbing my wand from my pocket, aiming my wand at him and striking with my infamous bat bogey hex.

I storm out the door. Triumph plastered across my face in an illuminating smile.

"Very well executed Weasley, and on Potter himself, hat's off to you." Malfoy said from his bidding spot in the shadows.

I roll my eyes, yet I cannot help but keep the smile on my face. "Shut up Malfoy...how long have you been there?"

"Long enough to hear you're own one way conversation with your brother." He smirked.

Oh god. I had indeed been speaking to Ron, however I did obviously not get a reply. I had fumed over how much it was unfair, about what he had set in place. I had to sit down to calm myself for a bit and that's when Harry had sauntered in.

"I did want to punch Potter, for what he said. But I know you don't need protection as you said, and you're not just Weasley's little sister to me. Quite frankly I don't recognize you because of him, which indeed is better for both of us."

"True. Thanks Malfoy." I say pushing his shoulder.

We start walking, I don't know to where or when we even started, but oh well, the sooner I get back the sooner I have to face Hermione. She's a nightmare, when she's obsessing about Ron.

"Weasley I've been meaning to speak to you. In acknowledgement of the other day."

I look away. Don't let it show that it gets to you. My face rumbles in my head. So I look back at him and his steely gaze.

"How's you're head? I forgot to ask." I breathe a sigh of relief, maybe it would be better for the both of us if we just forget the kiss happened.

"It's doing much better, thanks." I smile crookedly at him.

****Months Later*****

In the stadium we sit. Each in our separate houses, with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang at the front. I seek out Malfoy in the Slytherin crowd, looking completely and utterly bored. He won't be able to see me, I'm occupying the seat behind the enormous banner. That says team Potter.

I still care for Harry,  (Not nearly as much as I used to) we made amends a while back. That maze is gigantic, he's been gone for what feels like a century. Until someone catches a glimpse of him. As they shout his name, I can't see a thing. The music from the instruments filling my eardrums like water filling a lake. I edge my way to the end of the row, only to see Harry on the ground, slumped over  vulnerable as can be over the body of Cedric Diggory. Tears pour out of Harry as he cries for the boy who lost his life. Dumbledore prises Harry off of Cedric as Amos (Cedric's father) comes forward screaming his morning for all of Hogwarts to hear.

But who could blame him. His son was his everything, the crowd is as silent as the night. No one utters a word. Yet when Dumbledore disappears with Snape, presumably to catch up to Mad- Eye and Harry. The crowd Greenwood with panic, everyone is rushing either to pry and be nosy or running from the maze, scared for their lives.

I stare shocked. Amos is a great friend of our fathers, we saw Cedric adleast once a year at gatherings. I want to just say something to commemorate his death, other than just to walk away.

A person steps in front of me obscuring my view, Draco.

"Don't look." He says as he guides me away, and takes me by the hand.

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