A.N. this is my fic for rowan-greenleaf's "Ginny draws Draco" contest. Inspired by Red Jumpsuit Appartus' song Face Down. Happy reading!
Disclaimer. I disclaim, the characters, places, songs that may be used and the general idea of the story.
The face of my savior- chapter one
"Harry stop!" I yelled him as he swung at me again; I ducked to avoid the blow.
"Shut up, bitch!" he slurred at me in his drunken state and swung at me again, this time his hand clenched in a fist. He got me in the forehead.
I felt the blood trickle down the side of my head and the dizziness, but I still ran to the door of the deserted classroom. Wrong move. I didn't look behind me, Harry- the- fucked- up- teen- Potter used this to his advantage and tripped me. He started kicking me in the sides and the stomach. I gasped for breath; one more kick was going to send me strait to the little paradise called unconsciousness. He got his foot ready; I closed my eyes tightly waiting for the final blow of the night. It didn't come. I opened my eyes and saw him on the floor; he probably tripped, being drunk as hell. Run! My mind yelled at me and I obeyed. My legs carried me faster than the other times. I felt the tears steam from my eyes but didn't stop them from falling, on the contrary- I encouraged them. I jumped down a smaller flight of stairs, but as I landed by knees buckled. I waited for the impact with the cold stone floor. It never came. Instead I found myself captured by two strong arms. They weren't Harry's- that's for sure- they were more muscular and were gentler with me, unlike Harry who was venting his anger on me.
I felt that someone hugging me closer. The stranger was a man- or a boy- jugging by his toned figure. He started rocking me back and forth, whispering calming words in my ear. It helped, "Shhhh, don't worry Firefly, I'm here, you're okay now. Don't cry, Firefly, shhh, it'll be alright, everything will be just fine," I felt myself giving into the darkness, not the unconscious one- the calming darkness that brought sweet dreams with itself. I looked up to his face and whispered a faint, "Thank you," before letting my consciousness rest for the rest of the night. The last thing I saw was engraved in my memory- a pale oval face, with silvery-blond hair and blue-gray eyes.
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I woke up with the usual morning fog around my memory. Where am i? This place was so unfamiliar. It had one bed –on which I was laying- a night stand, an armchair and a fireplace, with the embers dieing down. How did I get here? All I remember was that I escaped from Harry and almost fell down the stairs… then what? I sat up, waiting for the slight headache to cease. I looked around and found a scroll of parchment laying on the nigh stand. I carefully took and unrolled it, reading its content, written in an elegant script.
Firefly,
You are in the Room of Requirement now, since I have no access to the Gryffindor tower. I fixed you up, you had three broken ribs, and some cuts on your face. How did you get those, Firefly? Who did it to you? Who would want to hurt a beautiful being like you? I'm sorry that I left you like that, but this is the safest place for you right now. Rest, Firefly, its Sunday, you have plenty of time to sleep.
I'll see you soon,
Dragon
So it wasn't just a dream. Somebody really care for me and saved me last night. A warm feeling of gratitude spread inside me. The corners of my mouth turned upwards into a real smile, something I haven't done in a while. I looked at my hand me down watch and sighed- it was only eight in the morning. I lay back down and tried to recall Dragon's face. It all seemed very vague. Somehow my thoughts wandered to Harry and how this hell has started.
Last year, my fifth his sixth also the year he defeated Voldemort, we dated, we were happy, he smiled and treated me like a princess. But after the war… he changed. For the worst. I think that he finally wrapped his mind around how many people died for him. Like any other angst-y teen he turned to alcohol. I didn't like the new Harry- I didn't love the monster he became. One day I told him I wanted to break up. He yelled at me but otherwise didn't do anything. That night I was out wandering around the castle –like I do every Saturday night- and saw him. He was drunker than usual and yelled at me for being a piece of shit and hit me. Slimy bastard liked it and continued. I fought as best as I could and even hexed him several times. All I did was to anger him more.
This happened a month ago, he has been venting his anger on me. Well at least when he could find me. Memories of our good times together invaded my mind as I fell asleep in a, thankfully, dreamless slumber.
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It's been two weeks since Dragon saved me and I have constantly felt his eyes on me, watching my back. It's been two happy weeks, I became more like the care free Ginny. I even hexed Harry- he blamed Malfoy for it. Oh well Malfoy could take care of himself. I was currently trying to remember Dragons face. Unsuccessfully. I groaned and took out my sketchbook and a muggle pen. I closed my eyes and pictured my savior. Well what I saw of him. I felt my hand make circular motions and concentrated harder. After about twenty minutes my hand stopped and opened my eyes. Looking at the paper my jaw dropped. I wanted to draw my savior not Draco Malfoy. I groaned and ripped the page, crumpled it and threw it behind me, concentrating harder.
A throat cleared behind me. I whirled around and asked, "What?"
Draco Malfoy just stood there and smirked at me, "Why did you draw me, Firefly?" he asked holding the sketch next to his face. My eyes widened in surprise. One word came to my mind. Fuck no! Ok so these are maybe two words- so sue me! "Cat got your tongue, Firefly?"
"No it di- what did you call me?" a thought came to mind. He did have blond hair… and silvery-blue eyes… and- oh my God! My subconscious was right.
His smirk widened. I opened my mouth and started rambling, "You are him! And then you… and … Harry! And the Room of Requirement! And… and… and-" I pointed at him. He laughed. Draco MALFOY actually LAUGHED! The nerve of that guy!
"Glad to see you're not as thick as your brother, Firefly." He smirked, "Oh and I'll be keeping this," he waved the sketch in front of my face and walked towards the door.
"Hey wait a minute!" I jumped and half-walked, half-ran to catch up with him.
He turned around and said, "See you around, Firefly." THE NERVE OF THAT GUY!!
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Here you have the first chapter of the story! Hope you enjoyed!
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