Author's Note: This is my first published fan fiction. So I reckon a great dose of reviews might help. Forgive me if I've done some errors here. I am not that talented as you think, and I'm fallible like you do. Well, all of us are. Whatever. Just keep reading, ok? Just tell me when to stop all the idiocy coming out of my nerves.
This is dedicated to my friends Maricris and Kathleen (don't mistake her for J.K.R.). You two inspire me a lot. I also dedicate this to the Draco of my life. Hope he reads this someday. sniff
Anyway, as what I've said, this fanfic is based from the plot of Book 6. Hope you appreciate it.
Warning: May contain certain violence, only the author knows what. LOL.
Non-GD fans, just don't dare read this…Everyone else knows you'll just throw up… Just kiddin'…
There are a lot of mushy scenes here, but I swear that there are no torrid ones, for the young ones to bear… bats an eyelash
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. They're J.K. Rowling's, as you all know. Thanks to her, I do not have to face the trouble of inventing spells. I love her. Ugh. I mean I love her H.P.
CHAPTER I – The Dream
'What's the bloody hell wrong with you, Malfoy? Sod off!' Ginny Weasley screamed, tears now flowing from her eyes.
She tapped her hand against her skirt, muttering a spell under her breath. It stopped lifting by itself, as it did several minutes before; Draco had put a Skirt-Lifting Charm on her, to pull out another joke his fellow Slytherins would surely laugh about on lunchtime. He had been wondering what that freckled Weasel boy, who most unfortunately managed to have outdone his team last Quidditch season, would have to say if he sees his sister in total discomfiture.
'I'm not yet finished with you, Malfoy,' Ginny sobbed and then thrusting a glare at him, 'You better watch your step from now on. Let's see what happens.' She placed her wand inside her robes, and picked up her bag and the rolls of parchment that had splattered in the floor. A lot of fourth years stared at the two of them as they made their way out of the D.A.D.A classroom; several Slytherin girls tittered while the pug-nosed Pansy Parkinson stroked Draco's hair.
'Oh, look, a Weasley is frightening me,' Draco sneered, making a rude hand gesture to Ginny. He pushed away Pansy's hand that grazed on his hair, 'I'm trembling! Maybe she's going to call her Potty hero.' Crabbe and Goyle, who had grown twice the size that they had when they were on their first year, sniggered. Pansy threw back her black hair, and continued fidgeting with Draco's hair, wherein the owner does not even enjoy the idea that someone was toying around with his precious hair.
'Has my words toggled your nerves? Is it true then that you're going out with that insane Potter?', he rose from his seat, and glowered at her, his cold, gray eyes bulging out of their sockets, with a smell of disgust under his nose. Ginny, who has finished retrieving her things, glared at him once more.
'What we were up to or what we're doing in the present, I reckon, must not upset you, for it is our own business, and not yours.' Ginny retorted infuriately. She clutched her bag and her things, and headed towards the library, where she is to meet the 'object' of their useless conversation. She was now in high spirits and planned on telling Harry what Malfoy did to her, and what kind of retaliation that future Death Eater would get from him. She tossed her fiery red hair once more, on her adversary's face.
Draco was incensed. He could not just stand there watching his enemy walk away with a hint of victory. He sneered at her once more, 'Ah. I know what's got into your nerves. You're just with that prat because you want fame. Very good strategy, it is, Weasley, very good –'
Ginny was hurt by this. She has had enough.
Draco staggered and let out a squeal of pain.
'You –' he muttered.
Bats started flying in the corridor and started biting every inch of him. Ginny had just performed the Bat Bogey Hex, like what he did to Zacharias Smith in Hogwarts Express.
'I told you, Malfoy. Better get some brains, will you?' Ginny grinned, as Draco fought away the bats, and as some Slytherins rushed for Snape's aid. Several fourth-year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs laughed at his figure. She returned her wand inside her robes and headed briskly to the library, before the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher could give her detention.
To Ginny's disappointment, Harry have forgotten their 'meeting'. Instead, she sat down with Hermione Granger, and chewed the fat about what had happened to 'Moody's ferret'.
However, Hermione looked disgruntled upon hearing this.
'You should've ignored him. You're too lucky to have escaped detention. If Snape had caught you red-handed, he would give you agony you have never tasted before. After all, Malfoy is Snape's prat. He cannot stand seeing Malfoy –', her quill made more scratching noises as she continued her essay about "Dealing with Dementors", 'in any way, harmed.'
Ginny raised a brow.
'You talk as if you've had a detention with him, have you?'
Hermione ignored her, not looking up from her work.
There was a moment of silence when Madam Pince inspected the books they were reading on their table. Ginny pulled out twelve inches of parchment she had written on minutes before in the Common Room, and proceeded on her assignment about the properties of moonstone and hellebore.
Demelza, who had sat beside her, nudged her minutes later, saying she had to go to her Divination class. She nodded. She dashed towards the doorway to meet Seamus.
'Where's Harry?' Ginny queried, when the vulture-like librarian returned to her office to talk with Argus Filch.
'Well, I reckon he's in the courtyard, discussing something with –', Hermione's sentence was cut short, and suddenly avoided her eager eyes. Ginny finished it for her.
'Ron.'
Hermione had finished her essay, and started putting two rolls of parchment in her bag. She turned to her and bickered dully, 'Yeah, your insufferable git of a brother.'
'Hermione, could you –'
'No, Ginny.' said she, in a Hermione-ish tone.
Ginny knew that Hermione and Ron had had a little quarrel about the 'Krum' thing, whether Hermione had already snogged him or not. They had not even spoken to each other for a couple of days.
'Anyway, when will be the next Quidditch game?' Ginny said, changing the topic.
'I reckon it'll be a week from now.' Hermione said stiffly.
Suddenly, a huge book fell from the shelf of the Restricted Section.
Hermione stood up and headed to the shelf.
Ginny continued with her Potions essay.
'In producing the Draught of Peace, we use the magical properties of the third most vital ingredient, moonstone, wherein we must add a powdered form of it in the potion by stirring –'
Ginny suddenly paused, thinking about what Harry's up to. He has forgotten how important this meeting would be. 'He should've been here a lot of minutes later.', she thought. She was so excited to talk to him about what he did to Malfoy and their date on the next Hogsmeade holiday. They had been officially together after the previous Quidditch game after Ron gave them his unimportant permission.
She glanced at one of the windows that illuminated the Hogwarts library. There she could see the lucid heavens, twittering birds flying in V's.
She suddenly sees herself beside the school's lake with Harry, staring at the spot were the Durmstrang ship had emerged.
The water was peaceful, and she wondered what the infamous mer-people were up to. Not far away from the lake, she could see the Whomping Willow, which seemed to be sleeping, enjoying the gush of wind that sent its leaves flying in all sorts of directions. She rested her head on Harry's shoulder, who squeezed her hand lightly. The sun was setting and it was already getting dark. She stared at Harry once more, looked askance at his gentle features. His emerald eyes behind his glasses surveyed her at once. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Everything was peaceful, and they were enjoying the best time of their lives.
In a flash, two figures came out of the water surface, and headed towards them. She shook Harry, beckoning him to go. But Harry seemed to have ignored her. He continued to stare at the two figures. Frightened as she was, Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him with an enormous force but to no avail. Moments later, she saw one of the figure's countenances, as it had forced her away from Harry.
It was Malfoy's, wearing a pallid face, grinning at her wickedly.
What was the other figure's countenance, she didn't know, for she screamed at Harry all the time. Finally, he rose from his seat, his eyes filled with hatred.
'You will betray me, Ginny.'
And then, the dreadful Dark Mark appeared behind him.