Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - I am not a billionaire.
This is a sort of companion piece to 'One Kiss A Year'. I love DracoxGinny so I felt I'd do one for them. I recently watched Harry POtter and the Chamber of Secrets and got a review for 'OKAY' so I was inspired.
Note: I do not believe that Ginny sent Harry the singing VAlentines. I think it is too obvious. I think Fred and George sent it as they seemed to know the words very well afterwards so please don't question it if you review.
Chamber of Secrets
Draco Malfoy, Second Year, 31st October, 1992
I remove my hand from the wall, scraping my knuckles along the rough sandstone, my eyes still fixed on the red words.
'Enemies of the heir, beware.' I smirk. I pick up my lantern, turning away and start walking towards the dormitory. I creep slowly, not wanting to catch the attention of any teachers.
A sob fills the corridor and I wince, veering off towards the noise. I open the cleaning closet, seeing a small person hunched up in a ball.
"Do you want me to get caught?" I growl, and she looks up. First, I notice her red-rimmed eyes and the tear-tracks on her face. Then I see her hair. "Another Weasley."
She chokes on another sob and I force a hand over her mouth. She struggles, her small hand pulling mine away and I feel something rub onto my own hand. I hold my hand under the light, red streaks lining where she had clawed it.
I grab her hands, turning them over in the light.
"What is this?" I ask, my eyes wide. "Did you...?" She gasps, pulling her hands away from mine and burying her hands in her jumper.
I close the door behind me and sit away from her. "What did you do?"
She sobs again and I wince. "Shut up." I snap and she gasps silently. "Did you kill Mrs Norris?"
Silence.
"If you were your brother, you'd be yelling at me." I sneer. "I don't what I prefer – anger management boy or heir of slytherin."
She shakes her head. "It wasn't me." She rasps. "At least, I don't think it was."
"Right. I'm still going with your brother." She keeps crying. I grab her arm, pull her up and slowly drag her to the nearest bathroom. She stares at me. "This is for my own good." I warn her, turning the tap and filling the sink with warm water.
I put her hands in, scrubbing them roughly with my own. The water turns red, and she continues to shake.
"How can you not be sure if you did it?" I ask her, using fresh water to clean her face.
"I can't remember anything. I just found the message and the blood on my hands." She nearly starts to cry again.
"If I get caught, you're going down with me." I almost yell.
She shuts up. "If you can't remember, it wasn't you." I tell her, releasing her face and impulsively press a kiss to her forehead before shoving out her the room. "I won't tell anyone if you don't." I say to her. "But if you do..."
I leave before I finish, not bothering to watch her go away. We head in opposite directions, and even as I creep away from the bathroom I can hear her stumbling away.
Ginny Weasley, First Year, 14th February, 1993
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad." The dwarf barks. "His hair is as dark as a blackboard." Malfoy's eyes flick tauntingly to mine. "I wish he was mine, he's really divine; the hero who conquered the Dark Lord."
Harry finishes gathering his bag up and runs, while I step out of the queue and hide, knowing everyone thinks I sent the Valentine.
As Malfoy stalks past, I grab his robe and he turns.
"I didn't do it." I whisper and he nods.
"I know." He replies, confused.
"Not that. The Valentine. I didn't send it." He raises an eyebrow, forcing my hands off his robe.
"Why are you talking to me?" he grimaces, moving away.
"Thank you." I say, quietly and he sneers. I'm silent and he's silent.
"The others?" he mutters and I freeze, still unable to remember.
"I can't remember." He laughs in disbelief.
"Not a good sign." He sneers. "How many of these blackouts are you having?"
I don't reply.
"I always knew the Weasley's would go mad. I thought Weasley would be first."
"Which Weasley?" I murmur. "Do you even know our names?"
He says nothing.
"I'm Ginny." I say softly, as he picks up his bag. We stare at each other, so unfamiliar with one another that I feel awkward.
"What's the thank you for?" he says slowly, ready to walk away.
"For not telling anyone." I reach up and kiss him quickly on the cheek, before I turn away from him and further embarrassments. I hear him murmur a quiet insult after me, and I run, away from everything.
Thanks for reading. If you haven't read 'One Kiss A Year' it's not necessary but I would love it if you did. Please review.
~Artjuice/Bexx
