A/N: Ameria, I tend to write Cho as a bad character becuase in the books Harry likes her instead of Ginny and I'm usually a Harry/Ginny fan. So, Sorry if my Cho more man than J. K. Rowlings'. As for Ginny, I disagree with you. Over the years not yet written by J. K. , Ginny has grown extremely fond of Harry and loves him more than anything. And about the dance in the fourth book, it's not like Harry rejected her, but she had to go with soemone else because he asked first. I'm sure if it were any other circumstance, she would be quite upset if Harry went with someone else. I know you told me beforehand not to take affense, but how can I not? That is how I see the characters.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except Fealty.
LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE STRONG
Chapter Thirteen: And Everyone Lived Gratified Ever After
"I'm so sorry, Gregory," Fealty told him, sympathetically. "I guess you could try to win her back."
"No," Goyle muttered. "Ginny loves him, not me. If he wants her too, then they should be together."
"That's a very mature attitude," Fealty complimented. "I'm very impressed how you changed your life around."
Goyle just lowered his head and shrugged.
"You know, Goyle," Fealty began, "when I was your age, I was friends with a guy named Lucius. I did everything he ever asked me to, but I was completely under-appreciated. I finally realized that I could be my own man and I didn't have to do what he said anymore."
"Are you tryin' to tell me somethin' 'bout Malfoy?" Goyle asked.
"Catch on quickly, don't you?" Fealty smiled.
"You sayin' 'cause I'm not as dumb, I don't have to hang with Malfoy?" Goyle asked, thinking about it.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Fealty told him. "I think it's time you became your own man."
"Without Ginny, what d'I have to go to?" Goyle demanded.
"Don't worry, Gregory," Fealty said kindly. "I have a feeling that everything is going to work out just fine."
Goyle shrugged, leaving the room. He wasn't sure if his visit there had done any good. Usually, he came out with some sort of insight. There was the idea of leaving Malfoy. After all, what was so great about Malfoy? It seemed to Goyle that Malfoy was just a Marvolio from Twelfth Night, a Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice (before he liked Elizabeth, of course), or a Prince Humperdink from The Princess Bride. Malfoy wasn't worth anyone's time. Fealty was right. Goyle needed to be his own man.
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"Where've you been?" Malfoy demanded as Goyle entered the Slytherin common room. "Off with your girlfriend again? Honestly, Goyle, you worry me. Have you been using my advice with her?"
"No," Goyle said, walking up to where Malfoy lay on the couch.
"C'mon, Goyle," Malfoy muttered. "Take advantage of my knowledge. I know these things."
"You don't know!" Goyle blurted.
"What?" Malfoy shouted, sitting up. "What did you say?"
"You don't know nothing 'bout Ginny," Goyle grumbled.
"Ginny?" Malfoy repeated. "You have been wasting your time with a Weasley?"
Malfoy seemed beyond belief. Crabbe sat nervously looking from Goyle to Malfoy.
"You don't know nothing 'bout her," Goyle said.
Malfoy just glared and said, "Have you gone mad, you stupid lug!"
"I ain't mad and I ain't stupid!" Goyle exclaimed.
"You 'ain't'?" Malfoy scoffed.
"Have you read Shakespeare and Austen?" Goyle asked. "I have."
"Shakespeare and Austen?" Malfoy repeated. "Who the heck are they?"
"Great authors!" Goyle replied.
"I knew when I saw you reading that stupid muggle crap, that you were sure to go down hill," Malfoy spat at him. "Fine! Spend your time with that Weasley scum, but don't you come crawling back to me!"
"I won't!" Goyle promised.
"Get out of my sight, mugglelover!" Malfoy yelled.
"No problem," Goyle grumbled, walking off.
"Tell your repugnant girlfriend that you two deserve each other," Malfoy called after him.
Goyle stopped and balled his fists. Anger rose up in him. Quickly, he sprinted over to Malfoy and laid him out with one punch across his pointed face. All who were lingering in Slytherin common stared with shock. Crabbe knelt down and tried to revive Malfoy. Goyle just walked off.
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Goyle was shunned by Slytherins and called to Dumbledore's office to discuss what happened. He was surprised how understanding Dumbledore was about the whole thing, especially when Goyle told him about Malfoy insulting Ginny. Goyle was assigned detention to, as Dumbledore put it, "satisfy the rules." Goyle didn't mind detention. It was worth it.
After a couple hours cleaning the trophy room, Goyle went to the library and picked out a nice book. He had a strange happy feeling about the situation with Malfoy.
"What are you reading?"
Goyle lowered his book and looked at the cute redhead who stood before him. It was interesting how Goyle use to seek Ginny in the library and now it was her finding him there.
"Called 'All I Have to Give'," Goyle told her, looking back at the book. "Ever read it?"
"I don't believe I have," Ginny admitted, sitting next to him on a small reading bench. "Tell me about it."
"'Bout a man who gives all and saves the life of a girl," Goyle explained. "But she likes this other guy who's really charmin' and the first guy's not."
"That's very sad," Ginny commented. "I hope it ends better."
Goyle just nodded, afraid to look at her. He kept wondering if he should ask questions like, "So, you and Harry Potter, huh?" or "I guess you're with the man of your dreams, aren't you?" Of course, the pain of the subject prevented him from uttering such words. At the moment, Goyle just wanted Ginny to leave so he could attempt to think of something else. No such luck.
"So, I heard about Malfoy," Ginny said nervously. "Tough luck."
"Not much," was Goyle's reply. "I was sick of him."
Ginny cracked a small smile.
"Why did you punch him?" she asked.
Goyle just shrugged. He knew why, but felt stupid telling Ginny that the whole thing was about her, especially now that she was with Potter.
"I'm glad you did punch him," Ginny giggled, scooting closer to him, "though I am a pacifist."
Goyle put down his book and cracked his knuckles as a nervous habit. He had never had Ginny so close to him, except when they were dancing. What Goyle would give for it to be before Christmas again, back before Potter ruined everything. Goyle wanted so badly to hold Ginny in his arms, but she was another man's girl now.
Goyle stood up and began to walk away.
"Where're you going?" Ginny asked.
Goyle just shrugged as he kept walking toward the exit of the library.
"Goyle...I mean, Greg," Ginny blurted. "I'm not with Harry."
Goyle turned around to look at her. He couldn't believe what he had heard. Ginny was now standing, looking quite nervous. She glanced about the room for help. Goyle didn't understand.
"Why?" he asked. "You love him and he loves you."
"Well..I just..well," Ginny sputtered, finding it hard to say something. "I thought I loved him, but I didn't."
Goyle raised an eyebrow, still confused. Ginny continued to avoid Goyle's eyes nervously. Suddenly, Goyle saw a tear glimmer in her beautiful brown eyes.
Ginny slowly walked up to Goyle, saying, "I have been confused for so long, I didn't know what I wanted or who I loved. When Harry kissed me, I felt different. It was like he wasn't the one I had wanted to be there with. I wanted you to be there."
"What?" Goyle demanded in shock.
"Greg, I love you," She said, throwing her arms around him and starting crying into his robes.
Goyle held her close, still unable to react. Finally, he pulled away and looked down at her. Ginny clutched Goyle's robes with her delicate hands and pulled him toward her. Her eyes remained starring up into his until their lips met. Suddenly, everything Goyle had ever heard or known finally made sense. It was like the cloud of confusion had broken up to let the light of love and understanding shine down on him. And Ginny was the one to make it all possible.
The End
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except Fealty.
LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE STRONG
Chapter Thirteen: And Everyone Lived Gratified Ever After
"I'm so sorry, Gregory," Fealty told him, sympathetically. "I guess you could try to win her back."
"No," Goyle muttered. "Ginny loves him, not me. If he wants her too, then they should be together."
"That's a very mature attitude," Fealty complimented. "I'm very impressed how you changed your life around."
Goyle just lowered his head and shrugged.
"You know, Goyle," Fealty began, "when I was your age, I was friends with a guy named Lucius. I did everything he ever asked me to, but I was completely under-appreciated. I finally realized that I could be my own man and I didn't have to do what he said anymore."
"Are you tryin' to tell me somethin' 'bout Malfoy?" Goyle asked.
"Catch on quickly, don't you?" Fealty smiled.
"You sayin' 'cause I'm not as dumb, I don't have to hang with Malfoy?" Goyle asked, thinking about it.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Fealty told him. "I think it's time you became your own man."
"Without Ginny, what d'I have to go to?" Goyle demanded.
"Don't worry, Gregory," Fealty said kindly. "I have a feeling that everything is going to work out just fine."
Goyle shrugged, leaving the room. He wasn't sure if his visit there had done any good. Usually, he came out with some sort of insight. There was the idea of leaving Malfoy. After all, what was so great about Malfoy? It seemed to Goyle that Malfoy was just a Marvolio from Twelfth Night, a Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice (before he liked Elizabeth, of course), or a Prince Humperdink from The Princess Bride. Malfoy wasn't worth anyone's time. Fealty was right. Goyle needed to be his own man.
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"Where've you been?" Malfoy demanded as Goyle entered the Slytherin common room. "Off with your girlfriend again? Honestly, Goyle, you worry me. Have you been using my advice with her?"
"No," Goyle said, walking up to where Malfoy lay on the couch.
"C'mon, Goyle," Malfoy muttered. "Take advantage of my knowledge. I know these things."
"You don't know!" Goyle blurted.
"What?" Malfoy shouted, sitting up. "What did you say?"
"You don't know nothing 'bout Ginny," Goyle grumbled.
"Ginny?" Malfoy repeated. "You have been wasting your time with a Weasley?"
Malfoy seemed beyond belief. Crabbe sat nervously looking from Goyle to Malfoy.
"You don't know nothing 'bout her," Goyle said.
Malfoy just glared and said, "Have you gone mad, you stupid lug!"
"I ain't mad and I ain't stupid!" Goyle exclaimed.
"You 'ain't'?" Malfoy scoffed.
"Have you read Shakespeare and Austen?" Goyle asked. "I have."
"Shakespeare and Austen?" Malfoy repeated. "Who the heck are they?"
"Great authors!" Goyle replied.
"I knew when I saw you reading that stupid muggle crap, that you were sure to go down hill," Malfoy spat at him. "Fine! Spend your time with that Weasley scum, but don't you come crawling back to me!"
"I won't!" Goyle promised.
"Get out of my sight, mugglelover!" Malfoy yelled.
"No problem," Goyle grumbled, walking off.
"Tell your repugnant girlfriend that you two deserve each other," Malfoy called after him.
Goyle stopped and balled his fists. Anger rose up in him. Quickly, he sprinted over to Malfoy and laid him out with one punch across his pointed face. All who were lingering in Slytherin common stared with shock. Crabbe knelt down and tried to revive Malfoy. Goyle just walked off.
************
Goyle was shunned by Slytherins and called to Dumbledore's office to discuss what happened. He was surprised how understanding Dumbledore was about the whole thing, especially when Goyle told him about Malfoy insulting Ginny. Goyle was assigned detention to, as Dumbledore put it, "satisfy the rules." Goyle didn't mind detention. It was worth it.
After a couple hours cleaning the trophy room, Goyle went to the library and picked out a nice book. He had a strange happy feeling about the situation with Malfoy.
"What are you reading?"
Goyle lowered his book and looked at the cute redhead who stood before him. It was interesting how Goyle use to seek Ginny in the library and now it was her finding him there.
"Called 'All I Have to Give'," Goyle told her, looking back at the book. "Ever read it?"
"I don't believe I have," Ginny admitted, sitting next to him on a small reading bench. "Tell me about it."
"'Bout a man who gives all and saves the life of a girl," Goyle explained. "But she likes this other guy who's really charmin' and the first guy's not."
"That's very sad," Ginny commented. "I hope it ends better."
Goyle just nodded, afraid to look at her. He kept wondering if he should ask questions like, "So, you and Harry Potter, huh?" or "I guess you're with the man of your dreams, aren't you?" Of course, the pain of the subject prevented him from uttering such words. At the moment, Goyle just wanted Ginny to leave so he could attempt to think of something else. No such luck.
"So, I heard about Malfoy," Ginny said nervously. "Tough luck."
"Not much," was Goyle's reply. "I was sick of him."
Ginny cracked a small smile.
"Why did you punch him?" she asked.
Goyle just shrugged. He knew why, but felt stupid telling Ginny that the whole thing was about her, especially now that she was with Potter.
"I'm glad you did punch him," Ginny giggled, scooting closer to him, "though I am a pacifist."
Goyle put down his book and cracked his knuckles as a nervous habit. He had never had Ginny so close to him, except when they were dancing. What Goyle would give for it to be before Christmas again, back before Potter ruined everything. Goyle wanted so badly to hold Ginny in his arms, but she was another man's girl now.
Goyle stood up and began to walk away.
"Where're you going?" Ginny asked.
Goyle just shrugged as he kept walking toward the exit of the library.
"Goyle...I mean, Greg," Ginny blurted. "I'm not with Harry."
Goyle turned around to look at her. He couldn't believe what he had heard. Ginny was now standing, looking quite nervous. She glanced about the room for help. Goyle didn't understand.
"Why?" he asked. "You love him and he loves you."
"Well..I just..well," Ginny sputtered, finding it hard to say something. "I thought I loved him, but I didn't."
Goyle raised an eyebrow, still confused. Ginny continued to avoid Goyle's eyes nervously. Suddenly, Goyle saw a tear glimmer in her beautiful brown eyes.
Ginny slowly walked up to Goyle, saying, "I have been confused for so long, I didn't know what I wanted or who I loved. When Harry kissed me, I felt different. It was like he wasn't the one I had wanted to be there with. I wanted you to be there."
"What?" Goyle demanded in shock.
"Greg, I love you," She said, throwing her arms around him and starting crying into his robes.
Goyle held her close, still unable to react. Finally, he pulled away and looked down at her. Ginny clutched Goyle's robes with her delicate hands and pulled him toward her. Her eyes remained starring up into his until their lips met. Suddenly, everything Goyle had ever heard or known finally made sense. It was like the cloud of confusion had broken up to let the light of love and understanding shine down on him. And Ginny was the one to make it all possible.
The End