Ginevra's house.

A lot of things in the world just never would be great. Nothing was perfect, ever, and people couldn't be either. Ginevra knew this well, as she was far from it and so was the one person who she had fallen for two years previous. He was far from it, actually. He always pushed her away, told her she was stupid and critizied every move she made. Still, something about it just kept her drawn in. When it came to trust, she did trust Darren. Ginevra had a catch with how or how she didn't trust people. In a way, yes, she was very trustworthy, but in others she was not. Anyone would be trustworthy in Darren's eyes, as he didn't trust anyone- not even her; even if she had parially convinced herself otherwise. To get Ginevra's full trust you had to be Ginevra herself. To get the next level of trust down you had to be Darren, an inch below Topher. After that was when it came down to the two things that seperated her from being very trustworthy to not ever. For some, she would tell them simple things that she was asked. Others she wouldn't ever say anything that was personal. People like Scorpius never asked anything and fully stayed away, so in a way he would have been trusted if it came down to having to talk to someone. There was just always a limit. If you pushed it, you would never find out one thing. If you didn't, you had a chance. Everything was just complicated to view from how she managed things.

Shrugging, Darren had obliviously forgotten that he was once forced, in a way, to be a Death Eater as well. Until Voldemort was killed, he had no choice- being a Riddle and all. Afterwards was the only time when he did. It was the same for Scor, as he had to be as long as his family was still alive and loyal to the force. Knowing he was right, it still didn't worry her. She knew she was able to protect herself. "You really think they're going to use Scor to get to me, don't you?" she chimed, shaking her head. Even if it was plasible, he clearly had a low view on all Malfoys, not just Sue. The point where he had caught her slightly was the 'if not just for mine' because for the boy in front of her, she would do nearly anything. Her throat had felt a lump, and she had avoided answering the part in general. It worked out better that way. The upside of the whole thing was she didn't think he was aware using himself in any sentence to get her to cooperate always worked, instead of just sometimes. She clearly saw this as a positive thing, aside from a negative.

"It wont be the first time." she pointed out, having gone to more than one dance with him in the past, even if it wasn't the Yule Ball. In a way, you could count the only other Yule Ball though, as she had spent most of her time with him, and if he hadn't been a contestant himself, she would have most likely gone with him in the first place. Fully aware that the comment probably wouldn't leave him with unnarrowed eyes, she was comfortable with just looking at him. Any smart-ass like comment always had an amusing reaction. Rolling her dark eyes and letting out a sigh, she couldn't believe he still had a problem with eye contact. With anyone who wasn't Darren, Topher or Scorpius, she did as well, but seriously? Him having troubles towards her? It wasn't something she would ever get either. It had been one of the things she had just never asked him about, as the answer was probably something she didn't want to hear; Ginevra wasn't aware that he didn't know the answer himself. So, asking or not, a difference wouldnt' have been made. Ignoring his annoyance with her, she continued on. "Since when do I not tell you my business! It's only you who never tells me. Hypocrite." she muttered the last part out under her breath, obviously not pleased.

...And one month later xD

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Trust wasn't exactly something Darren was good at, it wasn't something he understood. He couldn't exactly understand how you could trust someone else when they could make so many mistakes. He hadn't to this date trusted anyone, and he doubted he would. Even Ginevra really. She had made stupid decisions before too. Of course, there was still a level of which you should doubt someone. Gin was just stupid, but he doubted that she ever would betray him. People like Sue you could never trust, only fools would. And Although Darren didn't think Scorpius was the same as Suzannah, he knew that Scorpius was, like other Malfoys, a coward. And cowards could be easily manipulated. Ginevra didn't understand that, she was far too credulous.

"You obviously don't learn from your past mistakes," Darren remarked with a scowl, obviously remembring an event before that had led her to being kidnapped by Ne'os (he reminded me of that ). He had then, been there to go 'rescue' her, but now he wasn't. He had always been worried about what stupid acts she could probably be doing at Hogwarts, getting herself in danger. And it wasn't a comfort to know that she hadn't grown even a little more logical. "And yes, I do think they could use Scorpius to get to you. Thats what the Death Eaters have been doing these days," he informed her, referring to the recent kidnappings of students. Being in the inner circle had its merits, he was included in most of the plans. And he knew that the Death Eaters used specific student Death Eaters to get to major targets in Hogwarts. Exactly whom they were, Darren had unfortunately, not been told. Still you could never be too careful. "However, I guess that, since it is your business, it doesn't concern me does it? You may do as you like, your not one to listen to people anyways," he said with a very irritated tone, sort of giving up on the whole thing. There was no point in arguing with her, all he could do really was just hope that she wouldn't join the kidnapped students.

He understood what she was implying with her comment, and predictably, his expression became one of severe annoyance. Scowling, he looked back at her with narrowed eyes. "Its not the same thing," Darren replied, though he knew it kind of was. Both him and Scorpius had of course, been forced into the Death Eaters. Darren had always held a personal dislike for any of her guy friends, and usually invented reasons to hate them. Though he would never admit it, he was far to possesive of her. Her next comment didn't help his irritation with her, and he really was just quite near to storming out of her house. "You really love to argue don't you," he groaned. She was right, and wrong. She often didn't tell him her business, though he couldn't at this time remember an example. Not that she would admit it anyways.

.. and with the wrong account!

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Ginevra didn't consider a lot of her past mistakes. Each and every time that something went a way that wasn't neccesarily the saftest made her grow as a person. It also always caused Darren to appear, which she never would argue with. She loved just having his company, even if he was cruel to her most days. It was the comfort in knowing that you weren't alone, which she hadn't had since he graduated and disappeared, saying he would never be seeing her again. Thank lord that was a lie, seeing as he was here right now in front of her. Just one apperance gave her hope, which he would personally probably call her pathetic for, but it wasn't something she planned on sharing therefore nothing would come out of it comment wise. Decided to refrain from rolling her eyes, Ginevra merely sighed out.

"If you don't remember I got out of those ropes myself, without you're help." pointing this out was the truth. Leaving out the fact that she hadn't had her wand taken away from her, that wasn't real important information to give out at this point in time. Shaking her head, she wasn't the type to listen to people- people meant everybody, and everybody were people she cared less about. Even if Darren didn't notice it, there was quite often times where she did listen to what he told her to do, even if only partly. Hiding the fact that it hit a sensetive nerve when he said it wasn't really his problem, she wanted it to be. A bad thing about Ginevra, which you could say was a flaw actually, was the fact that she would be reckless just to see him. She didn't care about her, so if it caused him to come around it was possible she would make something happen. Just to keep her safe, though, if he didn't show up it would never be too drastic. She wasn't completley drastic, she was just hopefully in love and attached to the one friendship she managed to have going for her. Having always had to keep her emotional side inside, Ginevra knew Darren hated it, so this wasn't something he would be aware of unless he was around the few times she just let it flood out- which he had been for the one when he arrived. Thankfully she had gathered it up now that time moved on.

Having her own blue eyes narrow towards his brown ones, it was as if some contest was going on. "Oh just admit it, both situations are the exact same. What are you, jealous or something?!" throwing it out there, she doubted he would ever be jealous in the first place when it came to her, but she thought trying it out may bring out an interesting reply. Knowing Darren, it would just be a roll of the eyes though. She never got anything out of him that she wanted too, therefore her mind didn't think they even existed- even if feelings did, very very hidden underneath on his part. "I don't love too, but you sure make it easy to not be able to stop." she informed him, shrugging her shoulders and eyeing him with exhaustion.

She was probably quite right, she could have possibly escaped herself, without his help. After all, there were only a couple junior death eaters there, and althought Ginevra didn't look like it, she was quite a talented witch. "Your welcome, glad to see your so thankful," he replied dryly, sighing at her thanklessness. She had probably been glad he had come to rescue her, even if she didn't need it. However, this was all quite beside the point he was trying to make. "Though your kind of missing the point. If you hadn't acted that stupidly, you wouldn't of ended up in that situation, thats what I meant" he explained. "And yet again, your doing that same thing. I'm just giving you simple advice, if you don't want to take it, then don't. Im growing tired of this needless arguing." It wasn't like she was the type of person to listen to anyone, even if it was just logical advice. Well thats how Darren thought of it anyway. Still, he would be glad to have the argument come to an end, he hadn't come here to argue after all - though he didn't exactly know why he had even come here. It had been a stupid thing to do from the start. After all, perhaps she had forgotten about him, or would of eventually. He actually knew the reason though, he had just convinced himself otherwise. He knew he had just wanted to see her and talk to her. It was really selfish, but he was no hero, and had never claimed to be one.

It was a fair question, to be honest. And Darren found himself inwardly asking himself if he was jealous after all. It was always a problem with him, he didn't think that being in a relationship with her would help at all, it would just put her in more danger. He wanted her to move on, and forget about him, and at the same time he didn't want it, and for this reason he generally disliked all of her guy friends. He was just far too protective, or perhaps possessive would be more suitable really, as he sort of knew that Scorpius would actually do no harm to her. He was just a cowardly Malfoy after all.What really annoyed him was that he couldn't even lie to her. He was generally a good liar, as he didn't show emotions much, but of all people, she could always tell he was lying or not. She was usually also the person he found he had to lie to the most. " Of course I'm not jealous," he said, scowling. He found himself looking away from her as he replied, feeling uncomfortable lying directly to her. He wasn't actually sure if he was jealous of Scorpius or not, whether it was jealousy or just plain irritation didn't really matter, as he wasn't going to admit either one. Rolling his eyes now, they were always like that, bickering with each other constantly, not pointlessly, but each thinking they themselves were right.

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Ginevra shrugged, as she was thankful, but even if she said it aloud to him she most likely wouldn’t be believed. She was never believed by Darren for some unknown reason, when out of the two of them she was the one who told the truth more often. Weird how that happened, wasn’t it? She thought so. ”I’m not taking it. I’m going with Scorp, unless you can give me a real reason as to why I shouldn’t. We both know he’s not going to touch me.” she wanted him to just say it, say that he loved her, but he wouldn’t, she knew that. Ginevra wasn’t even sure if he did love her, as he wouldn’t ever give her hints towards it. He did everything to go against it. Her mind was the only thing that kept her believing it was possible. Why? Hell only knew. It looked like she was going to the dance with him; therefore she wouldn’t have to cancel, since she had said yes and all. This was the downside of Darren not being at Hogwarts any longer; she couldn’t simply tell him that he was going with her, no questions asked like she would have in the past. Oh how she missed that, even if when she did there was an argument before him typically agreeing just to shut her up. Not arguing on her reply, she had simply told him what was happening, and asked him one last question that would either get a response or not. It wasn’t going too if she was correct, therefore it was a closing of an argument he wanted to end.

Eyes widening, she couldn’t believe that he had given the most obvious sign away for anybody who was lying: looking away after replying. ”You’re jealous.” she stated, her eyebrows pulling together in slight confusion. How could he possibly be jealous? She had known that she wouldn’t get an answer, therefore just repeating it had occurred, allowing her to process what she thought was the impossible. Darren Riddle didn’t get jealous, especially not over people like her. Pausing, she shook her head. He wouldn’t want to argue, and there was no doubt about it that he would object to her even just stating it. Deciding to take one for the team, she sighed out and bit her tongue. ”Ha.” she started, her tone slightly acidic. ”Who am I kidding? You don’t get jealous, and you don’t even care about me.” she paused once more, not looking at him while she said this, but the wall behind him. Her tone was now bland as ever. ”You almost got me there.” Finishing, she folded her hands on her lap and seconds later looked down to where he was sitting, staying silent.

Darren usually was less truthful to Ginevra than she was to him, but, in his opinion, this was mainly because she asked far more questions than he did, forcing him to lie more than he would like to. Ginevra was nosy, she couldn't deny that, though Darren could probably be accused of the same thing. "Fine, go ahead," Darren replied, ending the argument. This was how most arguments between them ended, with him ending it. Ginevra just didn't do that, she would just keep arguing. Unlike him, she didn't seem to get tired of it. Though really, he didn't have any real solid argument as to why she shouldn't go with Scorpius, he just didn't want her to, and had so far just made up everything. Indeed, they both knew that Scorpius was harmless, quite the opposite of his sister, Suzannah. "Have fun. But just remember that even if he's not going to do anything to you, the others might," he said, referring to Scorpius's friends, who were no doubt much more like Sue than him.

Unsurprisingly, she had caught his lie, as usual. Though he knew that she knew, he still was never going to admit it. Turning to look at her, he was rather surprised to see her expression, rather than what he'd thought, was rather confused. He frowned as the tone of her voice completely changed. He was about to disagree with her, say that he actually did care for her, because that was the truth. But he wouldn't. He just didn't think it was good for them both to be anything more than friends, definately not her. Never before had he so missed the times where they had just been friends at Hogwarts. Their relationship had not been complicated at all then. Sighing inwardly, he looked at her, trying to keep his tone and expression emotionless. " Finally you understand that," he said in a cold voice. He leaned forward and looked out the window, clearly, he had been here for far longer than he realized. "Its getting dark, I should go." he said, not really wanting to stay there for much longer.

Ginevra knew that she shouldn't have let her hopes go skyrocketing up in the slightest way. She was so dependant on getting SOMETHING, anything out of Darren one day that had to do with actually giving a damn about her that she did, even with the knowledge that nothing would ever come out, as he didn't care. No. He cared. He had to care. He was just being Darren, and he was just hiding it. That had to be what was going on- what had always been going on. Nothing was wrong, she just had to believe in it all. Fighting with herself to believe the best in Darren, like always, the blonde took a deep breathe to enhale what sanity she could possible manage to gather from the air around her. Ginevra managed to compose a pretty casual face while this all went on in her head for a brief few minutes, which wasn't in the least bit surprising because a) this happened quite often when she was around him and b) she was one hell of an actress when she wanted to be, even without trying or having the knowledge she was allowing herself to do it. There were only a few points, like when Darren showed up at her door, where she was too weak and emotional to do such things. Some may beg to differ, but it did take some talent to get a lie past Darren. He knew not to believe everything under the sun, even if it came lightly in a breeze. Deciding not to comment, Ginevra looked away from him towards the kitchen, really only to let out a frown so that it wouldn't as she turned back. Not sure if he saw, she was near one hundred percent sure that he hadn't.

A kick to the gut was what she received for not replying. He was cold and direct about telling her straight-up what she didn't want to believe: that he didn't care. She was being tortured inside by the mad love she had for this twisted man in front of her. Nothing could stop what she thought, and the determination she had to just be with him was crazy. She did question why he put up with it, but in all honestly, he didn't. Darren always rejected her, or had when she used to make attempts to him that proved they should be together, which lead her to eventually giving up. It was still evident that she loved him, though, it just had never been shown from the only other person who mattered in the whole case- Darren himself, the proclaimed love-less, emotionless and cold-hearted guy. She didn't see him that way, and never would. Ginevra didn't have it in her, not after seeing the sides of him that she had. He had saved her back a few years which had caused them to meet, and it had been him that made her strong again, that got her to built up some dignity that she had been throwing down the drain with how she took on things. She was ashamed and embarrassed on how she used to be, so clingy nearly (though she still was clingy in the sense that she couldn't just let Darren leave her forever), now independant as ever. Looking outside, they both had done it. Still recovering, she barely could push out her words, as she was forcing them out. She had to make it hurt more, as she was sure he would never say it, but instead get angry. Why was she causing herself pain? it was what she did. Ginevra constantly made herself hurt just so that she could feel alive. "Just tell me that you love me. Darren, you know you do. I know you do. You know I love you, and just.. please." eyebrows furrowed more than ever, she didn't look at him this whole time, but her hands, which were still folded in her lap. Swallowing back the huge lump she had in her throat, a new one just formed, ready to brace herself for the anger that he was going to give her for even trying to get him to say what 'wasn't' true, which she was starting to doubt, but wouldn't let herself completley.

Ginevra was really far to stubborn for her own good. She would deny the truth no matter how obvious it became. Everyone at Hogwarts, friend or foe, agreed about one thing about Darren, that he was not an emotional person. In fact, most people would say he had no emotion at all. Ginevra, however, was the only one who saw it differently. She would always insist that he was capable of love, which was too some extent, true. And really, he did care about her - and about his other friends too, though to a lesser extent -, and she knew that. Why else had he come here after all? Mainly, it was to see her again, to see that she was safe. Because although he would never admit it, he missed most of his friends from Hogwarts a lot, her most of all - despite her being annoying and stubborn nearly all the time. Still, he had to make her believe that he didn't care for her, perhaps that would make her forget him and move on. He did not think that she would, she was far too stubborn, but it was worth a try. Darren was aware that he was being cruel, and he knew thats what she probably thought of him, but she didn't understand at all. She didn't know, or care, about the long term consequences.

Hearing what she said, he turned away from the window sharply and looked at her, raising his eyebrows. He was surprised by her being so direct. Usually she would try to get something out of him to know that he cared for her, but never ask it directly. Luckily, she was looking away from him, he always found it harder to lie when they had eye contact, and she usually knew he was lying then. But now she was looking down at her hands, and Darren did feel quite sorry for her. This had been all his fault really, and now he needed to fix it. But if she had looked up then, she might have seen the truth of it from his eyes and expression. But Darren changed it quickly, setting a blank mask its place. "Well you think wrong then, Ginevra," he said, making sure to pronounce her full name. "You were always a good friend, but I'm sorry, thats all you ever were to me," he replied in a flat tone. He got up from the chair, and looked away from her. "I'm sorry, I think I should leave now, its getting way to late," he muttered. He was sick and tired of all of it now. All of the lying and pretending, and he just wanted to get out of it all.

Ginevra Malenki had only been one to favor emotions once in her lifetime, and that had been before her life took a turn for the worst in more than one way. After all of the tramatic events occured, she lost the happiness she had so often leaned towards. Now, instead, she found herself angry or sad, though mostly angry. All she could show was hate for the most part, which had been why she wasn't afraid to go at Christebelle back when she had been the champion bragging too much. Ginevra wasn't afraid to admit she was glad that it hadnt' been followed thorugh with too, as in her opinion she wouldn't have represented their house well at all. Ever since Darren had left Hogwarts after graduating from his last year, she had felt the same flat line emotions. Right now, now that he was here with her, she felt a different part of her come to life, one that she forgot could exist. It was as if there was a switch that turned on automatically, without her having to think a thing about it. If only he were to feel what she didi. That's what Ginevra kept thinking to herself, following it up with a sigh time after time again.

One thing that Ginevra knew about Darren was that whenever things got into an awkward, tough or unlikable situation, he left. It was as easy as that. She really saw it as running away. What else could it possibly be, anyways? You were supposed to "keep it going when the goings get tough" or at least her dad had told her several times before that was what she should do. And she felt that Darren should do the same. Though it wasn't like what she thought mattered. Because if it did, things would be a whole lot dififerent. The blonde withheld herself from thinking much about it, because if she did there would be thoughts that would make her want to frown even more than Darren was making her. "You're still calling me, Ginevra." she replied, her eyebrows furrowed and her voice a little more stern. He didn't call her by her full name when things were okay, he only called her by her full name if he was angry, annoyed or hiding something. His voice didn't indicate that he was angry or annoyed, as she was the one person who could sure get his tone to change when he felt one of those two emotions boiling through him. "Darren Riddle. Be a man and stay. Be a friend and actually tell me what I deserve to hear. Goddammit!" keeping her voice realitively normal volume wise, she only rose it slightly, though not enough to call her a screamer. Her tone was what could confuse some. It seemed to be a mixture of anger, exhaustion and sadness. Keeping her eyes on him, she didn't have the face of a happy girl.

Darren paused at the door and turned to give her a cool look, raising his eyebrows as she told him to 'be a friend and tell her what she deserved to hear. She was driving him mad now, he just needed - and wanted- to get away from her now. And yet he found he couldn't. She sounded angry, but he could tell she was sad as well. And it was all his fault, so how could he leave her like that?!. He wished she would understand. Why was it that she always had to make things harder for herself and him? "Be a friend? You don't want me as a friend Ginevra," he told her coldly, still using her full name. It sounded odd, even to him, to call her that. But he maintained the cold tone in his voice, perhaps hoping it would mask the sadness in his tone. Darren knew he wasn't behaving as a friend, but he was hoping that perhaps it would be easier for her if she didn't know his feelings. "You want something I can't give you. I'm sorry about that. But thats.. just the way it is. .." he continued, his voice drifting off as he turned back towards the door, his hand on the handle. It made him quite sad, being friends with Gin had been so easy, and had it not become so conplicated they would have still been able to be friends even now. They had gotten along so well then, he remembered. They might of had the odd argument, well okay they argued everyday, but there was no tension between them. It was all friendly arguments then, just them disagreeing about something or another. Being around her then had been so easy, so natural. Unlike now - now he found it uncomfortable to be around her.

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