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Secret Affair: Love and Despair	By : InuOniShi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 11033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Secret Affair: Love and Despair
Chapter 9: No Time for Lies
Four long weeks had passed since Harry had put his foot down and refused to allow Ginny out of his sight. She had been able to see Draco, but only in public while Blaise and Xavia were around. It gave her a small feeling of contentment knowing that he was waiting for her, looking forward to when they could start seeing each other again. Colin had offered to be her excuse if Harry didn't let up soon.
She had refused when he first brought it up, not wanting to get him into her families bad graces, but as the days passed she found herself wanting more and more to ask if his offer was still on the table. Her nights were spent dreaming of Draco, leaving her flustered all day, her body worked up into a frenzy without a way to sedate it. She had tried taking care of the problem herself, which for a the first week had worked just fine, but eventually her self given orgasms did nothing to tame the burning need.
Today, Harry had insisted they studied during free hour in the room of requirement. She laid on the satin sheets of the bed with her work spread out around her. Her elbows ached from propping her up as she read over her assigned material. Harry had taken up the couch by the fire, books and parchment spread over the coffee table and floor around him. She didn't hear him move, startling when she noticed him standing at the foot of the bed.
“Are you interested in sex,” Harry asked suddenly.
She blinked staring at him flabbergasted, “what?”
He shifted uncomfortably, “I asked if you have ever been interested in having sex.”
Memories of Draco flashed in her mind. The feel of his warm strong hands running up and down her thighs. The way his lips would devour her as if she was a delicacy he couldn't get enough of. The feel of him inside her, filling her body as if he had been made to do just that. A huge blush spread over her cheeks when she realized she had been thinking about Draco in front of Harry.
He seemed to have taken her blush as an admission, “I only ask because, I've been thinking. We have been dating for almost a year and a half and I was... I thought... maybe we could...”
“Have sex,” she supplied without missing a beat.
“Uh, yeah,” his face flushed brightly, his emerald green eyes staring at the brown carpet under his feet.
Panic crept up her stomach to fill her chest. She had two options, allow him to have his way with her body and pray that he didn't notice her lack of hymen, or acted like a nervous virgin still clinging to her virginity. A part of her didn't want to have sex with Harry, wanting only to keep that kind of pleasure between her and Draco. The other part of her did want to in hopes that the man that could love her and give her what she wanted could make her feel the way Draco did.
“I mean,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “if you don't want to, I understand.”
“No, Harry,” Ginny sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, she touched his shoulder bringing his emerald eyes up from the floor, “I want to.”
“Really,” the shock was written plain on his face, “why haven't you said anything?”
“Why haven't you,” she shot back.
He stuttered for a moment, “I was worried. Ron is my best mate and I didn't want to upset him.”
Ginny held back the snort of disdain. She hated the fact that Harry always had to make sure what they did wouldn't upset Ron. She understood they were friends, but it wasn't like Ron was her father. He didn't control every aspect of her life. She was her own person free to make her own choices. Gritting her teeth she pushed the angry words into the back of her mind. Now would not be the time to argue over wither or not Ron had a say in what they did.
Silence settled around them, neither quite knowing what to say. Harry stepped forward and pushed his lips against her's, drawing her tongue into his mouth for a dance. His hands slid around her waist pulling her close to the edge and flush against his body. Ginny gasped in shock into his mouth. In their whole year and a half of dating, Harry had never been so forward, or so demanding. He had never touched her or kissed her like this.
She let her hands roam over his body. His body was toned, but no visible muscle had been built. Her fingers ran down over his flat stomach, skimmed the line of his jeans and slid around behind his back. He shivered under her touch. His shaky hand began to unbutton her shirt. Each button took him several tries as his nervous fingers fumbled and slipped. Victoriously, he pushed the troublesome fabric off her shoulders letting it pool around her waist.
His fingers brushed against bare skin as he attempted to unclasp her bra. Ginny easily unbuttoned his shirt, trying to push from her mind that no fire burned her body, no hot pressing need filled her being. Harry didn't seem to notice her distraction, too busy staring at her chest now free from it's confines. His lips easily encircled one nipple, pulling the soft nub into his mouth. A very soft breath escaped her at the shock of his warm mouth on her nipple.
One of his hands slipped under her skirt, pushing aside her underwear to let his fingertips trail across the pink folds. Ginny sucked in a breath, praying Harry wouldn't notice she wasn't wet. He didn't seem to, as he roughly pushed two fingers inside her. The sting of pain caused a yelp of surprise. Her hands fisted in the loose material of his shirt.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“It's okay.”
He began to move his fingers, helping bring her wetness to the surface, yet her body didn't yearn for his touch. Her unbelievable horniness the last several weeks was no where to be found. Closing her eyes she dredged up memories of Draco. Harry stepped back and undressed himself, letting his pants and boxers fall to the ground in a heap. Ginny stood and took off her skirt and underwear, turning back to the bed she grabbed her wand off the edge and with a single sweep all of her material piled neatly on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Another soft flick and the contraceptive charm tingled in her lower body. Dropping the small piece of wood she crawled onto the bed, turned and sat down waiting for Harry to follow suit. Her eyes travelled down his body stopping at his throbbing erection. His length nearly matched Draco's but his girth was slightly smaller. Pushing away the thought, she watched as he crawled after her.
He settled over top of her, caging her under him. His breath was hot on her neck, as his lips connected with her sensitive skin. She forced a moan, trying to get her body to respond to him. She felt the tip of him press against her. Her eyes glanced up uncertainly at Harry. Without warning he slammed into her, a moan falling from his lips at the pleasure of her warm walls enclosing around him.
He began to thrust, his movements jerky and uneven. Ginny conjured up an image of Draco, losing herself in her day dream as Harry continued to take his pleasure from her. She was shocked when Harry came quickly, leaving her unfinished and unsatisfied. He climbed off her, looking at the clock.
“We only have ten minutes to get to class,” he slid off the bed and dressed himself, “we should get going.”
“Yeah,” Ginny followed his lead, “I'll see you later then, okay?”
“Yeah,” he nodded and without another word he left the room.
Fully dressed she sat down on the couch in shock. Harry had just used her, claiming his pleasure without even thinking about her. It was wrong that Draco had been on her mind almost the whole time, but the whole thing between them felt wrong. A shiver of disgust travelled down her spine. Had she really just had sex with Harry? He was her boyfriend, she wasn't doing anything wrong by having sex with him and yet she felt as if she had cheated on Draco.
That was impossible. How could she have cheated on Draco when she was dating Harry? It wasn't like Draco meant anything more to her then just amazing sex, was it? Her breath caught in her throat and she buried her face in her hand. Tears stung her eyes as the realization dawned her. Like Xavia, trying to keep her emotions out of it had been useless, she was in love with a Slytherin. Not just any Slytherin, the Prince himself.
-X-
“So,” Dean scooted to the edge of his chair, keeping his voice in a whisper so no one else in the common room could hear, “how was it?”
“It was great,” Harry fumbled for the right words, a blush appear on his cheeks, “her body is amazing.”
“Give us more then that,” Seamus rolled his eyes.
“What more is there?”
“What all did you guys do,” Dean prompted.
“Not much,” he shifted nervously in his seat, “we didn't have much time. I just fingered her and then we had sex.”
“Well that sucks,” Seamus huffed, “was it good though? Was she wet and panting for you?”
Harry stumbled over his words, completely flustered by Seamus' ability to talk dirty, “when I fingered her, she wasn't,” a thoughtful look appeared on his face, “she actually cried out in pain.”
“How did you deal with the pain during sex,” Dean questioned.
“What pain,” his embarrassment gone, replaced by curiosity.
“Oh you know,” Seamus laughed, “when the hymen breaks. It happens during sex. How did you comfort her when that happened?”
“She didn't seem to be in pain,” Harry shook his head.
Dean's eyes widened, “oh man. She wasn't a virgin.”
“What,” Ron suddenly jumped in, having tried to stay out of the conversation.
Seamus nodded, “it is always painful for a girl during their first time. If there wasn't any pain, it means they have already had sex before.”
“That's not possible,” Harry shook his head, “she was for sure a virgin when we started dating. There is no way she could have lost her virginity to anyone but me.”
“I would ask her, mate,” Dean gave him a concerned look.
-X-
Colin, Xavia and Ginny sat comfortably on the sandy shores of a mock beach in the room of requirement. They were exhausted from the amount of swimming they done that morning. The afternoon soon warmed their bodies, drying the salty water that still lingered on their skin. Thoughts swarmed Ginny's mind, making her restless.
“Harry and I had sex yesterday,” the words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them.
“I have to say,” Xavia stared at her in shock, “that is not something I was expecting.”
“I wasn't either,” she rubbed her hands together, “we were in the room of requirement studying like usual and suddenly he asked me if I wanted to have sex. I didn't know what to do, so I said yes.”
“Did you at least enjoy it,” Xavia asked, ignoring the look Colin gave her.
“No. It was horrible. He just climbed on top of me, came and then left.”
Colin frowned, “he was a virgin. I mean, as a virgin myself, I have no clue how to please a woman.”
The girls chuckled, causing a blush to form on his cheeks.
“It's okay,” Xavia laid a hand on his shoulder, “at least you can admit it.”
“Besides that,” Colin shrugged off her hand with a huff and turned to Ginny, “something else must have happened. You sounded conflicted when you said you and Harry had sex.”
“I realized that I love Draco,” she murmured, just loud enough for them to hear.
“Well then,” Xavia stood and held out a hand for Ginny, “we will just have to find a way to get you two back together.”
“What,” Ginny stared at her confoundedly, ignoring the outstretched hand.
Colin laughed, “what she means to say is, Malfoy has been sulking around since the two of you were banned from each other, and it's high time that Harry, Ron and Hermione butt out of your business.”
“Your mum owled me,” Xavia grinned, “she told me that if I'm truly happy with Blaise then she supports me. I owled her back and told her how I was friends with Draco and you were friends with both Draco and Blaise too, and that Harry, Ron and Hermione were trying to keep you away from your friends. She returned my owl and told me that if we think Draco and Blaise are friend worthy, then she trusts our judgement and that Harry and Ron will get owls telling them to leave you alone, that you are a big girl and can pick your own friends.”
“You did that,” Ginny stared at her in shock, “for me?”
“Of course I did,” she smiled, “I'm your sister, and I found your brother's judgement wrong. I had to fix that at once.”
“So,” Colin stood up, dragging Ginny with him, “let's get you two back together.”
The three quickly put their clothes on over their bathing suits and left the enchanted room. Xavia excitedly led her friends down the hall towards their frequently used classroom in the dungeon.
“You planned this, didn't you,” Ginny watched her friends with weary eyes.
“Actually,” Xavia smiled, “I got the owl this morning.”
“I was the one that told the boys to meet you guys sometime in the afternoon,” Colin grinned, “I knew Xavia wouldn't let you two ditch me. So I had to take the matter into my own hands.”
“Then where are you going,” Ginny turned back to him.
“I'm going to go catch up with my friends.”
“He was excited, cause the girl he likes will be there,” Xavia winked at them over her shoulder.
Ginny laughed, “well, good luck!”
“Thanks,” he suddenly veered off toward the Entrance Hall, “I'm gonna need it.”
“So, do you think they are there,” Ginny asked uncertainly.
“Don't feel like you did something wrong, Gin. You are dating Harry, Draco was merely suppose to be a means of pleasure not love or relationship. You didn't cheat on him.”
“How do you always happen to know what I'm thinking,” she grumbled grumpily.
“It's obvious,” she shrugged, “you seem so uncertain, almost scared to see him again. Like this is going to change his mind and make him walk away. I really doubt that could ever happen. Unless of course you told him to take a hike.”
“Right,” she rolled her eyes, “as if he would go then. You know he does what he wants.”
“And that is the greatest part,” Xavia grinned, “cause like Blaise, he will fight for what he wants.”
“You are always so positive.”
“Not always,” she smiled softly, “but most often then not.”
“Is everything okay,” Ginny asked as then entered the class room, ignoring the two waiting males.
“It's almost April,” Xavia stated, “and we haven't found a family for me yet.”
“You know, it's just three months,” Ginny started.
“Three months is a long time for people on fixed incomes,” she shook her head, “it's alright, we will get it worked out.”
“Not to cut your conversation short,” Blaise slid up next to his girlfriend, wrapping her up in his arms, “why did we receive an owl from Creevey asking us to be here?”
“Because,” Xavia grinned, “Molly has given Ginny permission to ignore her brother's ruling.”
The smile that lit up Draco's face seemed slightly dull in comparison to some Ginny had seen before.
“We should let them have their alone time,” Blaise dragged Xavia from the room.
“Is something wrong,” Ginny turned to him when the door shut.
“Rumour is that Potter shagged you,” Draco's voice was even, not hinting at any emotion.
An embarrassed blush lit her cheeks, “we had sex yesterday.”
His back stiffened, his grey eyes darkening, “are you here then to see me, or because you want us to stop seeing each other?”
Her eyes widened, “Draco.”
“Don't,” he snipped, “just answer the question.”
“I didn't mean to hurt you,” she took a step forward and gently laid a hand on his cheek, “I want to see you, Draco.”
“Why, because Potter can't do for you what I do? Because you need release and you know I'm the only one that can give it to you?”
She shrunk back as if she had been struck, “that is not why I want to see you! Yes, sex with you is amazing and you make me feel things that I can't explain, but that isn't the only reason!”
“Then what is,” he demanded, his face devoid of emotion.
“Why are you doing this,” she demanded back, “so I messed up, so I made a mistake.”
“It was a mistake to sleep with your boyfriend,” his mask slipped and confusion filled his face.
“Yes,” she snapped, “it was a mistake. Because, you are the only one I want.”
“I'm the only one you want,” he rose an eyebrow, “it doesn't seem that way.”
“You are the only one I want! I never even thought of Harry in any of the ways that I think of you. Harry was the one that wanted to have sex with me, not the other way around. Because, I love you,” she slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening.
“What did you just say,” Draco stalked towards her.
Franticly she retreated until the wall kept her firmly in place. He placed both hands on either side of her body, trapping her. His scent filled her nose, his body pressed against her, heat bloomed inside her, threatening to overwhelm her.
“What did you just say,” he repeated when she refused to answer.
“You heard me,” her voice sounded meek.
“Say it again, why didn't you want to have sex with Potter?”
“Because,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down closer, she whispered into his ear, “I love you.”
He groaned, “again.”
Her heart seemed to soar, even though he hadn't said it back, she knew it was simply because he was basking in her admittance, “I love you.”
“God, Ginny,” he wrapped his hands under her bottom, pulling her feet off the floor.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her aching clit against his erection.
“I never thought I would ever hear you say that.”
“I never thought I would ever say it,” she offered.
His lips sought her's, kissing her with such passion it stole her breath. He missed her the last four weeks, desperately wanting her back in his arms as she was now. He wouldn't ruin his chance to have her before they spoke about what their feelings would mean as far as their relationship went. And have her he did, for the next several hours.
-X-
Xavia knocked softly before poking her head into the room, “are you ready to head back, Gin?”
“Yeah,” Ginny nodded, slipping out of Draco's lap.
“We haven't finished talking,” Draco grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
She gave him a bright smile, “we have plenty of time tomorrow to finish. There isn't much time till curfew.”
“I'll wait outside,” Xavia ducked back out the door.
“Ginny,” Draco's voice wavered, belying his nervousness, “I love you, too.”
Her smile widened, “thank you.”
“For what,” he gave her a sceptical look.
“I knew you felt the same for me, as I felt for you and I wasn't expecting you to voice it. So thank you, for telling me,” she leaned down and kiss him softly before turning to leave.
“Don't go back to Potter,” his tone sounded like a plea, except Malfoy's didn't plea.
Ginny stopped in her tracks completely shocked, “what do you mean?”
“Be mine Ginevra,” he stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, gently pressing a kiss against her neck.
She turned in his arms, “if I am yours, Draco, we will have it harder then Xavia and Blaise. Am I really worth it?”
“All of it and so much more,” he grinned before stealing another mind-numbing kiss.
“The question is,” Blaise cut in entering the classroom with Xavia, “is Draco worth fighting your family for.”
“Blaise,” Xavia smacked him.
Draco sent a glare over Ginny's head, his eyes burning holes into the darker boy's head.
“Yes,” Ginny didn't even hesitate, “of course he is.”
Startled he squeezed his arms around her tighter, burying his head into her crimson hair, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she squeezed back.
“As sweet as this all is,” Blaise rolled his eyes, “there is five minutes till curfew, I doubt Ginny and Xavia will make it on time.”
Xavia scuffed and kissed him, “you really don't know how fast we can run.”
Wicked grins set across both girls faces. Quickly, they said their goodbyes before racing down the hall towards their common room. Their footsteps echoed harshly in the silence, signalling their passing to anyone still lingering in the halls. They high fived each other when they made it to the common room with two minutes to spare.
“We do this too often,” Ginny giggled as she got back her breath.
“Well, if someone wouldn't stall,” Xavia wiggled her eyebrows.
“I wouldn't call that stalling per-say,” Ginny smirked.
Xavia spoke the password causing the Fat Lady's portrait to swing open. They were both equally shocked to find Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting on the common room couches, watching the portrait hole as if waiting for someone. Ron instantly waved them over, beckoning them to join their group.
“What's up,” Ginny asked casually as she plopped down on the couch across from the trio.
Xavia silently dropped herself down next to Ginny.
“Xavia,” Hermione began in a soft tone, “we all received letters today from Mrs. Weasley,” her eyes were hard, “she told us you wrote to her.”
“I did,” Xavia nodded.
“Why would you do that,” Ron practically screamed, jumping up from his seated position.
“Because Ginny deserved to chose her friends for herself. She isn't a baby any more Ronald, she is a woman that can make her own decisiosn in life.”
“Did you know she owled your mum,” Harry asked her softly, his tone held an odd note that both Xavia and Ginny couldn't place.
“I didn't,” Ginny shook her head, “she told me this morning.”
“We can't protect you if....”
“Protect me from what,” Ginny snapped, “just what do you think they are going to do to me? Torture me? Kill me? They aren't bad people!”
“Look at them,” Hermione jumped in, “they do nothing but lure in girls, sleep with them and break their hearts. They have treated us like garbage since we got here. What could they say or do that could make up for all of that?”
“Well, if breaking hearts were true,” Xavia scowled, “I would have been heart broken over six months ago. Everyone has a past, some of us have pasts we aren't quite proud of. As muggles often say, you never judge a book by it's cover. And quite frankly, you have only ever seen the surface of who Blaise and Draco are. If you never read the pages, how are you to know?”
“They are Slytherin scum! They are vile and cruel. They still insulted you in public even after you guys started seeing each other until the other month,” Ron snapped.
“It was an agreement we made,” Xavia crossed her arms.
“She couldn't exactly let people know she was seeing Blaise could she,” Ginny cut in, “with you lot like this, it would have made her life a living hell even if they were only just friends. Oh wait... you are!”
“Ginny,” Hermione gasped.
“It's true,” Ginny snapped, “she can't even be around you three any more without you guys saying some sort of scathing remark about Blaise or Draco. You guys sneer at her every time she comes bounding to the house table with a smile on her face because she had a great time with her boyfriend. You can't stand to see her happy!”
“That's not true,” Ron shook his head, “it's not that we aren't happy to see her happy its...”
“Who makes her happy,” Harry finished.
“Blaise is an amazing man! If you would just give him a chance,” Xavia grit her teeth, “they are willing to put aside their long standing hatred of you to make life easier on me, and yet you guys aren't willing to do the same!”
“As if they have,” Ron scuffed.
“How long has it been since the two of them have said something mean to you? How long has it been since they have gone out of their way to insult you? Name one instant this year that they have insulted you,” Xavia demanded.
“Well...”
“There was...”
“They did...”
“See,” Ginny jumped in cutting off their mumbled excuses, “they haven't insulted you directly all year.”
“One year isn't enough to undo the past six,” Hermione stubbornly stated.
“I'm a muggle-born,” Xavia pointed out, “which in fact, they used to call me mudblood all the time. Now I'm dating the best friend of the Prince of Slytherin, and friends with said Prince. Don't tell me people can't change.”
“What if he is using you,” Harry demanded.
“Oh yes,” Xavia rolled her eyes, “he is using me to ruin his reputation. He and Draco would have become outcasts of the Slytherin house if it weren't for their high standings. They get teased and picked on mercilessly by Slytherins that are bold enough to challenge them. They aren't exactly getting praised for befriending Gryffindors, and Blaise is getting the worst of it for dating one.”
Hermione frowned, “their house turned against them?”
“Of course they did,” Ginny laughed, “Blaise out right told the school he was with Xavia because he loved her. He openly admitted his feelings for a Gryffindor.”
“When they asked him later if he was just doing that to get down my pant, or if he was trying to use me to hurt you guys, he told them no, he was actually in love with me and wanted to be with me. Things in the Slytherin house have never been more chaotic,” Xavia sighed, “Draco also told the truth. That he was friends with us because he wanted to be.”
“I just don't understand,” Ron slammed himself back down on the couch, “why would you go behind our back and contact our mum?”
“Because you three weren't willing to listen,” she exclaimed, “you refused to even consider the option. You wrote off or ignored everything I said. I had no other choice.”
“We didn't ignore you,” Harry started.
“Don't,” Ginny stopped him, “tonight is the first time in four weeks that you guys have spoken to her, let alone even looked at her. Every time she entered the common room, you guys would run upstairs, or if you were in the library, you would come here. You never gave her chance or a choice.”
“So maybe we haven't been as open minded as we should have, but do you really blame us,” Hermione glanced between him, “they haven't apologised for the hell they have given us since the start of school. Even an apology won't cover all the hurt they caused.”
“And if they apologised, if they came up to you and said they were sorry,” Xavia started.
Ginny finished, “would you even believe them? Would you even give them a chance to?”
Silenced settled around them as the Trio thought on their words.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably, “I guess it's something we need to truly think about.”
“While you guys ponder this, Ginny and I are going to go to sleep,” Xavia stood dragging her friend up to their dorm.
“Wait, we still need to talk,” Harry called out.
“It can wait till tomorrow,” Ginny stated leaving no room for argument.
-X-
Ginny and Xavia sat leisurely under a tree near the lake. Sunday morning was a morning they both loved and hated. For they were out of classed for today, but expected to go back tomorrow. Their relaxation was interrupted by the Golden Trio. The three sat without invitation in front of them. Both girls shared a look of resignation before turning their eyes back to the unplanned interruption.
Ron began, “we need to speak with Ginny. Could you give us some alone time?”
“No,” Xavia shook her head, “anything you have to say to Ginny can be said around me. I'm just as much a part of this family as Harry and Hermione.”
“It really is a private matter,” Hermione cut it.
“She is staying,” Ginny stated calmly.
A sudden nervous tension filled the air.
“Gin,” Ron locked eyes with his sister, “Harry told me about Friday.”
Brown eyes widened in shock, “he did what?”
“I didn't actually tell him,” Harry cut it hurriedly, “I was actually talking to Seamus and Dean, he just happened to over hear.”
“You told Seamus and Dean,” Ginny clinched her jaw to keep her anger in check, it was no wonder Draco had heard a rumour.
“That's not the point,” he fumbled.
“What is the point, Potter,” Xavia snarled, glaring down her nose at him.
Shocked and nervous he blurted, “they told me you weren't a virgin,” gaining some composure he continued, “they were wrong, right, Ginny?”
All the colour drained from Ginny's face. She vaguely remembered worrying about such a thing several months ago, something she had pushed to the back of her mind and had almost forgotten. Fear ceased her throat, her mouth opened but no sound spilt forth.
“Hey, love,” Blaise greeted as he walked around the tree, unaware of what he had just walked into.
Xavia glanced up at him with worry filled eyes as Draco rounded the tree after him.
“What is going on here,” Draco asked as he noticed the fear stricken look on Ginny's face.
“It's none of your business, Malfoy,” Ron snapped.
Hermione's eyes widened as realization dawned on her, “please tell me I'm wrong.”
Ginny glanced at Hermione, noticing the girl's eyes were fixated on Draco.
“What are you talking about, Hermione,” Harry turned to his speechless friend.
“All the nights that Ginny was covering for Xavia, she wasn't just covering for Xavia,” Hermione offered, “they were covering for each other.”
“What are you saying,” Ron demanded, still not sure he understood.
“While Xavia was seeing Zabini, Ginny was seeing Malfoy.”
“That's not true,” Ron shook his head, “Ginny would never... not with Malfoy!”
“Ginny,” Harry called out to her, bringing her back from her thoughts, “is it true? Have you been seeing... Malfoy?”
“I,” she stumbled trying to find the words.
“How long,” Hermione asked, echoing the words Wyatt had used a month ago.
“Four months,” she stared them straight on, “I was only suppose to go to give Xavia a valid excuse for being away from Wyatt. Draco was there to do the same thing for Blaise, give him an excuse to tell his house mates.”
“So you shagged him,” Harry snapped, anger filling every nerve in his body.
“No,” she cried out, “it was just snogging at first.”
“If you are angry at anyone, Potter,” Draco moved forward, “it should be me. I'm the one that instigated it.”
“Why would you do that? What would you gain in bedding my sister,” Ron stood, shoving his red face into the blond's.
“Because, I wanted her, I couldn't get my mind off her, I had to have her and all of her. Because I love her, and I wanted her to love me too,” he stated evenly not backing down.
“You selfish Bastard,” Harry jumped to his feet, his fist landed squarely on Draco's left cheek.
The stunned boy was sent to the ground in a heap.
“Draco,” Ginny scrambled over to him and helped him back to his feet.
“Why couldn't you just let her go? She is mine,” Harry snapped.
“I'm not yours,” Ginny placed herself in front of Draco to keep him out of harms way, “can you even say you truly love me, Harry? You never spend time with me, you never ask me to come along with you guys. I'm always left alone. When did you ever ask me what I wanted, how I felt? When was I ever included in anything you ever did?”
“I was just trying to protect you,” Harry took a step towards her.
She took one back, placing her back flush against Draco, who wrapped a steadying arm around her waist, “I don't need protecting! I can protect myself! I'm a big girl! Now answer my question, do you really love me Harry? Or am I just convenient for you?”
“Of course I... love... you,” his voice trailed off, his large emerald eyes staring at the ground in confusion.
“But, how do you love me,” Ginny whispered, “where is the passion, the romance, the care and affection? Maybe you do love me, but you just aren't in love with me.”
“Even if I'm not in love with you,” he pushed away the thoughts, “why Malfoy? Why would you cheat on me and leave me believing you loved me?”
“Is that all you wanted from me,” Ginny questioned, “just to know that someone loved you?”
Angry she was avoiding his question he snapped, “why Malfoy? Why him?!”
“This isn't about him,” she cried, “it doesn't matter who he is! Even if I had cheated on you with someone else, anyone else. Would you really be worrying about who they were?”
“How can you say it doesn't matter,” Ron demanded, “he is Malfoy! He is the son of the bastard that slipped that book into your cauldron in first year! He is the one that tormented, teased, taunted, and ridiculed us for almost seven years!”
“Is that it,” she asked, “because for one, he isn't his father. It wasn't him who gave me the dairy. And for two, words are just words. We saw only what he wanted us to see. You just have to give him a chance! He isn't a bad person, he is just another person trying to cope with the hands he was dealt!”
“What book is he talking about,” Draco asked her, his warm breath against her neck caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.
“Your father,” she turned her head to look at him, “slipped a dairy into my cauldron in first year. I didn't know what it did at the time, but when I wrote into it, someone or something wrote back. I finally had someone to talk to about things I wanted to get off my chest. But, then the dairy started to possess me, and make me do all kinds of unmentionable things, like writing the warning on the castle wall. I got scared and trying to flush the book down a toilet, and before I could see if it actually worked, I ran away. Later I found out that Harry had it, and I had to get it back just in case whoever, or whatever was in the dairy told him what I had been doing. Turns out it was Tom Riddle, a broken piece of Voldemort's soul before he turned truly bitterly evil.”
“She almost died in the Chamber of Secrets,” Xavia whispered, “I remember sitting by her bedside, she was weak and so sick. It felt like years before she actually got better.”
“Don't act like you didn't know,” Ron snapped, “it was your father's fault, so obviously he told you!”
“No,” Draco stared him down, his face completely serious, “I had absolutely no clue what my father did. And I couldn't be more grateful that the bastard is in jail.”
“We aren't evil,” Blaise pushed up his shirt sleeve showing off his bare left arm, “our parents wanted us to be Death Eaters, but we didn't. We just wanted to be ourselves. To have our own lives no longer ruled over by men who thought it was okay to give a beating every now and again when we didn't do as well as they expected, or didn't act as 'evil' as they wanted. We never wanted any of this,” his voice was shaking in suppressed rage, “but, now that we are free from Voldemort and all of his Death Eater, we can finally be ourselves. Finally live the lives we want, and I'll be damned if you keep us away from the only two people that have ever truly made us happy.”
Xavia gently laid a hand on his arm and smiled brightly up at him, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he smiled at her, grateful that with just that simple touch she had been able to calm him.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her close to his body. He buried his face into her neck and hair breathing in her scent, letting it calm him further.
“Don't think I'm blind, Potter,” Draco connected his eyes with the silent boy, “I saw how bad fighting Voldemort's efforts to end your life year after year was. I saw how much you wanted to escape, how much you didn't want to be the boy-who-lived. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I didn't want to be a Malfoy? As much as it's nice to be rich, I didn't grow up in the best of house holds. My father would slap my mother and I around, not often, but often enough. I did what I did to make sure he stayed happy. Because if he wasn't happy, my mother and I suffered.”
“You never told me that,” Ginny's voice held a hint of sadness.
“What is there to tell? My father was a bastard,” he shrugged, gently tightening his arm around her, “things happened. But, it doesn't matter cause he is gone now. I know that even with that truth out in the open it doesn't stem the hurt or pain I caused anyone. But, when I was hurting, when I was drowning in my sorrow of my horrible life, I pushed it on other people. Because it pleased my father, and because I was angry. Down right angry.”
“You aren't the only person, Harry, that got dealt a bad hand upon birth,” Xavia untangled herself from Blaise and turned back to the group, “you shouldn't be the only one that gets to deal with all the crap in whatever way you wish. You can't expect Ginny to hang around when you rather be out hanging out with your friends. That when you had a date planned, you would cancel even last minute if your friends suddenly wanted to make plans. You can't leave Ginny behind and expect her to stay in a loveless relationship. Draco makes her happy, he is good for her, and good to her. He gives her his undivided attention, he actively seeks her out. He treats her like she should be treated. Just because you are the boy that killed Voldemort, doesn't mean you get to be treated like a King for the rest of your life forcing everyone around you to be walked on by your overly inflated ego.”
“Just because I wasn't the perfect doting boyfriend doesn't excuse her from cheating on me. If she didn't want to be with me, she could have broke it off at any time,” he snarled.
“Xavia and I are both readily able to admit that we didn't go about things the way we should have. But, I can't say I regret it, because I don't,” Ginny told him truthfully, “but, I am sorry that I hurt you.”
“I'm owling mum,” Ron cut in, “and don't you think for a second that she is going to be okay with this.”
“I'll owl her myself,” Ginny butted back in, “I'm a big girl, I can take care of my own self. But, no matter what you three say or do, you can't and won't make me stop seeing Draco.”
“So you two would pick them,” Hermione whispered sadly, “over us?”
“Why do we have to choose,” she asked seriously, “why can't you guys to give them a chance instead of holding on to all of this hatred, this mistrust? If you would just sit down and talk with them, civilly, things would be so much better. I don't think you guys will ever be friends, but at least some of this animosity could be put behind us.”
“Right,” Harry laughed mirthlessly, “because I'm going to talk to the bastard that stole my girlfriend.”
“He didn't steal anything,” Ginny snapped, “I went to him willingly.”
Harry's eyes connected with her's and she found herself shocked with the amount of anger and hurt that lay inside the emerald depths.
“I'm sorry,” she bowed her head, “I really am. I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to help Xavia be happy. But, in the end, it worked out the way it was suppose to.”
“Do you really believe that,” Ron demanded, “because no one in our family is going to accept this. No one is going to be okay with this.”
“And if they can't be,” Xavia stepped forward, “then really, just how perfect of a family do you really have? Because family means being happy for them no matter who they choose to date, or what they choose to do in life. If you can't be happy for her, or at least let her just simply be happy, then you should take a step back and distance yourself for a while and see just how happy you are without your sister in your life.”
Ron's eyes widened, “did you just tell me to bug off?”
“Yes,” Xavia yelled, “now go. And don't talk to us until you are willing to listen and maybe understand.”
The trio left, their angry glares still pinned upon them as they wound their way back up to the castle.
“I've never heard you yell before,” Blaise said thoughtfully, as he sat down with his back against the tree.
“She doesn't yell often,” Ginny pulled Draco over towards Blaise, gently encouraged him to sit beside his friend before taking a seat in his lap, “only when she get really angry, and even then it takes quite a bit.”
Xavia gently sat in between Blaise's stretched out legs, resting her head against his chest, “I don't like to yell. But, they were beginning to get ridiculous. Harry was hurt, yes, but he wasn't hurt because he was in love with Ginny and lost her to someone else. It was because someone had taken the one person he thought he could never possibly lose their undivided devotion. He just wanted someone to love him, no matter what happened and no matter what he did. He just wanted to know there was someone there at the end of the day who was his.”
Silence settled over them, as they simply sat and enjoyed the day. Hell was waiting for them back in the castle, that much they could be sure of, but for now they could just simply enjoy the calm before the storm.
Draco broke the silence, “what do you think your mum will say when you owl her?”
Ginny looked up into his eyes, “I'm hoping she will say that I'm grown up enough to make my own choices. Best case scenario means you might have to visit the burrow over summer break, worst case scenario would mean that she would demand I stop seeing you and we would have to keep our relationship a secret.”
“Are you sure your mum would want me there,” Draco asked curiously.
“If she lets me continue seeing you, she would want to know you. I mean, I am her little girl after all and what mother doesn't want to make sure the boy her daughter is seeing is good for her or not?”
“Oh goody,” he sounded sarcastic, “absolutely no pressure there.”
“You will do fine,” Blaise rolled his eyes, “Mrs. Weasley will be able to see just how happy Ginny is with you and everything would be better. Because then her brother couldn't say anything to try and stop you two from being together.”
“You realize,” Xavia sat up a little and gave him a mischievous smile, “she will ask you to come over too.”
“After all,” Ginny grinned, “Xavia is like a daughter to my mother, too.”
“On second thought,” he joked good naturedly.
“Oh no you don't,” Xavia shifted on to her knees, placing both hands on either sides of his legs and leaned forward till her face was mere centimetres apart, “you aren't getting away that easy.”
“Who said I would want to,” he grinned wickedly before dipping his head and capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
Ginny giggled and rolled her eyes at the happy couple. She wasn't sure how much longer the trio would actually give her space, so it was best to enjoy being able to be out in the open with Draco while she could. Draco reached out, using his left hand he gently turned her to face him. As if reading her mind, he dipped down and kissed her just as passionately as Blaise was kissing Xavia.
The two couples stayed outside enjoying the spring weather until dinner time rolled around. Hand in hand, the couples trekked their way back to the school. Each in turn wondering just what laid in wait for them behind the closed Great Hall doors. Just outside the doors, the couples shared in a gentle kiss before pushing into the room and making their way to their respective tables.
Just as the girls took their usual seat near Colin, Dean's cutting tone bore down upon them, “so we have not only one traitor, but two?”
“Being with Draco,” Ginny glanced at him with a cool indifferent look on her face, “does not make me a traitor. Like it doesn't make Xavia a traitor to be with Blaise.”
“You two are kidding yourselves if you think they want anything more then a shag,” Seamus snapped.
Xavia hummed, “sure they do. They want multiple, not just one. I mean, only one shag in six months? That's a little far-fetched to me.”
“Six months,” Neville gawked, “you have been seeing Zabini for six months?”
“Yes,” she shrugged, piling food onto her plate, “we began seeing each other in September.”
“But you were dating that Hufflepuff,” his voice hardened filling with anger.
“Who are you to judge me,” Xavia glared at him, “I said my peace. I apologised for my actions. We still remain friends. It's none of anyone's business what I do or do not do.”
“I started seeing Draco four months ago,” Ginny cut in before any of the boys could reply, “while I was still dating Harry.”
Her omission seemed to shock the three into silence. The girls turned back to their food, trying to ignore the scathing looks that were coming from all around and just focus on their meal.
“So,” Colin gently broke the tension, “are you and Malfoy official now?”
“Yes,” Ginny smiled brightly, “he asked me yesterday.”
“Are you gonna tell your mum,” he asked curiously.
“After dinner I'm going to owl her. I think I need some time to compose my thoughts and figure out what it is exactly that I'm going to say.”
“Wanna help,” Xavia asked, “she is gonna need support in this.”
“Sure,” he grinned, “we can go to the room and sit down in front of the fire.”
Ginny smiled, “thank you guys. I didn't think... I don't think I can do this alone.”
“That's what we are here for,” Colin told her firmly, “to help each other.”
~£~
Mum,
I know that lately you have been receiving a lot of owls, from Xavia and Ron. But, I thought that maybe it was my turn to explain what is actually happening. Because if I don't say anything and Ron owls you, things will get out of hand. I'm not sure exactly what either of them have told you, but I'm going to be truthful even though I'm sure it might upset you.
Almost two months into school I found out that Xavia was secretly seeing Blaise Zabini, he is a seventh year Slytherin and best friends with Draco Malfoy. At first I was angry with her, because she was dating Wyatt and cheating on him with someone I thought was a total jerk. But, she explained why she was seeing him, because he was amazing to her, because he actually saw her, actually cared about knowing who she was. I have never seen her as happy as she is with Blaise. He truly brings out the best in her.
She continued to date Wyatt, because she was worried that if Blaise thought she wanted a serious relationship that he would leave. After all, Blaise and Draco had a reputation for simple one time flings. I knew she felt guilty for holding on to Wyatt, since she knew she didn't love him long before Blaise stepped into the picture. But, she didn't want to hurt him by leaving, and yet she didn't want to give up the happiness she found with Blaise.
Because she was still seeing Wyatt, she needed someone to cover for her. And since she is like my sister, I was more then willing to do so if it meant she was happy. I went to drop her off to Blaise, and Draco was surprisingly there. Blaise begged me to spend the time with Draco so that he wouldn't complain about being bored. Even though Draco has made life difficult over the years, I knew that if Blaise was good enough for Xavia, that obviously Draco wasn't as bad as we had thought him to be.
And he really isn't, mum. He is just an ordinary boy who just happened to be born into a family who followed Voldemort. He just wanted to be a normal kid, and now that his father is in jail he can be. He isn't the same boy that tormented us over the years. He actually smiles and laughs and has a great sense of humour. He is kind, and yet at the same time, he holds back. Because he still has a reputation in this place that he feels he has to uphold himself to.
At the time, I was still dating Harry, but there was just something about him. I wanted to know him. I wanted to see who he really was. And he opened up to me, in a way I never thought anyone ever would. He treated me like a normal person, he didn't baby me, he didn't treat me like a fragile doll that would break with the softest of touches. He became to me, what Blaise was to Xavia.
I started seeing Draco four months ago. And I feel guilty about how much this must hurt Harry, I just can't find it in myself to regret my actions. I'm in love with Draco. And I know he is in love with me, too. He told me so himself, he even told Ron, Hermione and Harry. I don't expect you to understand, actually I expect you to be disappointed, because you raised me better then this. But, please don't ban me from seeing him. I don't want to have to go back to sneaking around to see him till I'm seventeen.
I hope you aren't to upset with me. I love you, mum.
Love,
Ginny
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