FIC: UNAVOIDABLE CIRCUMSTANCE
AUTHOR: Crystal Crofts ("crysybell")
crysybell@hotmail.com
RATING: Nothing high yet.but its definitely going to go that way
A/N: Ok I got an idea for this fic at 4am and had to write it out or I knew I'd forget it so give me a break! :-D Enjoy & R/R!!!!!! ..please ;-)
DISCLAIMER: The characters so far aren't mine they belong to the lady
who wrote those awesome HP books ...:-(
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She couldn't explain why they had been drawn together...Fate
maybe?...Destiny?... It was so hard to distinguish where one ended
and the other began. Each so easily mistaken for the other...
Whatever the reason, she knew it was right, they both knew... felt
it. It was only a memory now, a fleeting moment in the midst of many.
How hate is fickle...for that was the beginning of their existence
together. He didn't follow her, notice her or even acknowledge her
presence other than any other in amongst the crowd, for that matter,
neither did she. It was only when they were sided together in the
face of the true enemy...darkness...evil, that they were forced to
acknowledge each other's existence. Even then it was nothing special,
there was no particular like, but in working together, there was no
particular dislike either. At least that was something.
He admitted that she was not without, and in a way admired the ease
in which she lived her life. Day to day, from one minute to the next.
He had never had such luxury, his life being planned,
designated...forced upon him from the moment he was born. Such a
weight was held in the name bestowed on him that he was never really
given a chance to rise alone, before it held him down. Malfoy... He
was a deadweight... Draco.
In the beginning she had seen herself in the same light, but never
really appreciating what it was that she had. She saw her name...the
poverty in which she lived as a downfall, a weakness, the weight that
was holding her back from being herself...this was her weight. She
had never realised that it was that very thing that was holding her
up, keeping her head above water, so to speak. The blind love of her
so-called poverty stricken family was her strength, not her weakness.
Love in itself is a strength as they had both come to realise after
such a long time seeing it otherwise. Virginia, for so long she had
despised that name, refusing to respond to it and residing herself to
the name "Ginny"... it was simple... as was she.
Both were enrolled in an extra curricular stargazing activity. One
for profit, in gaining the extra marks he needed, and the other for
pleasure, in just taking it all in. However, though both with
different motives, they were there together. Not alone as such, in
fact there were at least thirteen other people present, all engaged
in the same task. Though unlike the others, who when it began to
cloud over slightly, retreated and began the long walk down the
hillside towards the warmth of the castle, the two remained. Draco
concentrating on the work at hand, struggling to make sense of the
universe while constantly jotting things down in his notebook. He did
at one stage glance over to the only other person remaining and
admired the girl who was lying comfortably along the ground, gazing at
the stars... without a worry in the world. Her only focus, it seemed,
being that which she was so blankly staring at.
It began to get cold on the hill peak on which they were sitting
atop, and with this, Draco decided to gather his things. He looked
over once again to the girl, who was only a year, if that, his junior.
As he moved towards her, intending on telling her to return to the
castle before it was too late with the ever-growing intensity of the
elements. Just in the time it took him to walk the small distance
between them, the sky turned a frightening shade of purple and a
distant rumbling of thunder could be heard as he watched several
bolts of lightning shoot across the sky before him. However, when he
reached her, he saw that though she had been staring at the stars so
light-heartedly at one point in the evening, she had fallen into a
deep sleep, and this is how he found her. He knew that now it was too
late to return to the castle before becoming soaked in the promising
rain, and as it was winter, they would surely catch their death of
cold. So he lifted the sleeping girl in his arms ever so carefully,
and carried her with ease to an over hang in a group of large rocks,
you could almost call it a cave... but it wasn't quite that. The
moment he placed her in their shelter the rain began... and with a
vengeance. It was at this moment however that he cursed to himself,
realising that in concentrating on the girl, he had absent-mindedly
left all of his notes and expensive equipment exposed to the
elements. He ran to retrieve them, returning soaked, and chilled to
the bone. In usual circumstances this wouldn't prove a problem, as he
would have performed a simple drying or warming charm to reverse the
effects. However, tonight they had been instructed not to bring their
wands along on the expedition. He was pondering this when he heard an
ear splitting "crack", and in an instant, before he had time to react
at all, the entire entrance to their shelter had caved in. Giant
stones which made it impossible to escape, stood intimidatingly
blocking their exit.
It was at that moment exactly that the girl decided to wake with a
start. She took in her surroundings, she had drifted of on the top of
a hill gazing at the stars, but when she woke, she was no longer
gazing at the sky, but at a hard surface of stone. It took a few
moments to register Draco standing not a metre and a half away from
her, dripping wet and pounding his fists furiously in vain against
yet another stone, as stone was all that she could see. Finally Draco
realised that there was once again another presence in the room
and turned to face a rather confused and startled Ginny. "Lightning!"
he almost shouted at her as he slid to the ground, his back against
the rock surface. "Are you alright?" he heard her voice, which had
instantly moved close to him but now seemed to be growing further and
further away. "What are you going on about? Don't be a stupid git."
he said with the corners of his mouth turning in what was almost a
smile...a smirk?...no a smile. Ginny gasped as he slumped forward as
if in a drunken slumber. But she knew that was not the case at all,
he was sweating profusely and yet he was so cold to the touch. This
was serious, he was in a bad way and it registered only then that he
only had her to help him...nobody knew where they were.
AUTHOR: Crystal Crofts ("crysybell")
crysybell@hotmail.com
RATING: Nothing high yet.but its definitely going to go that way
A/N: Ok I got an idea for this fic at 4am and had to write it out or I knew I'd forget it so give me a break! :-D Enjoy & R/R!!!!!! ..please ;-)
DISCLAIMER: The characters so far aren't mine they belong to the lady
who wrote those awesome HP books ...:-(
*************************
She couldn't explain why they had been drawn together...Fate
maybe?...Destiny?... It was so hard to distinguish where one ended
and the other began. Each so easily mistaken for the other...
Whatever the reason, she knew it was right, they both knew... felt
it. It was only a memory now, a fleeting moment in the midst of many.
How hate is fickle...for that was the beginning of their existence
together. He didn't follow her, notice her or even acknowledge her
presence other than any other in amongst the crowd, for that matter,
neither did she. It was only when they were sided together in the
face of the true enemy...darkness...evil, that they were forced to
acknowledge each other's existence. Even then it was nothing special,
there was no particular like, but in working together, there was no
particular dislike either. At least that was something.
He admitted that she was not without, and in a way admired the ease
in which she lived her life. Day to day, from one minute to the next.
He had never had such luxury, his life being planned,
designated...forced upon him from the moment he was born. Such a
weight was held in the name bestowed on him that he was never really
given a chance to rise alone, before it held him down. Malfoy... He
was a deadweight... Draco.
In the beginning she had seen herself in the same light, but never
really appreciating what it was that she had. She saw her name...the
poverty in which she lived as a downfall, a weakness, the weight that
was holding her back from being herself...this was her weight. She
had never realised that it was that very thing that was holding her
up, keeping her head above water, so to speak. The blind love of her
so-called poverty stricken family was her strength, not her weakness.
Love in itself is a strength as they had both come to realise after
such a long time seeing it otherwise. Virginia, for so long she had
despised that name, refusing to respond to it and residing herself to
the name "Ginny"... it was simple... as was she.
Both were enrolled in an extra curricular stargazing activity. One
for profit, in gaining the extra marks he needed, and the other for
pleasure, in just taking it all in. However, though both with
different motives, they were there together. Not alone as such, in
fact there were at least thirteen other people present, all engaged
in the same task. Though unlike the others, who when it began to
cloud over slightly, retreated and began the long walk down the
hillside towards the warmth of the castle, the two remained. Draco
concentrating on the work at hand, struggling to make sense of the
universe while constantly jotting things down in his notebook. He did
at one stage glance over to the only other person remaining and
admired the girl who was lying comfortably along the ground, gazing at
the stars... without a worry in the world. Her only focus, it seemed,
being that which she was so blankly staring at.
It began to get cold on the hill peak on which they were sitting
atop, and with this, Draco decided to gather his things. He looked
over once again to the girl, who was only a year, if that, his junior.
As he moved towards her, intending on telling her to return to the
castle before it was too late with the ever-growing intensity of the
elements. Just in the time it took him to walk the small distance
between them, the sky turned a frightening shade of purple and a
distant rumbling of thunder could be heard as he watched several
bolts of lightning shoot across the sky before him. However, when he
reached her, he saw that though she had been staring at the stars so
light-heartedly at one point in the evening, she had fallen into a
deep sleep, and this is how he found her. He knew that now it was too
late to return to the castle before becoming soaked in the promising
rain, and as it was winter, they would surely catch their death of
cold. So he lifted the sleeping girl in his arms ever so carefully,
and carried her with ease to an over hang in a group of large rocks,
you could almost call it a cave... but it wasn't quite that. The
moment he placed her in their shelter the rain began... and with a
vengeance. It was at this moment however that he cursed to himself,
realising that in concentrating on the girl, he had absent-mindedly
left all of his notes and expensive equipment exposed to the
elements. He ran to retrieve them, returning soaked, and chilled to
the bone. In usual circumstances this wouldn't prove a problem, as he
would have performed a simple drying or warming charm to reverse the
effects. However, tonight they had been instructed not to bring their
wands along on the expedition. He was pondering this when he heard an
ear splitting "crack", and in an instant, before he had time to react
at all, the entire entrance to their shelter had caved in. Giant
stones which made it impossible to escape, stood intimidatingly
blocking their exit.
It was at that moment exactly that the girl decided to wake with a
start. She took in her surroundings, she had drifted of on the top of
a hill gazing at the stars, but when she woke, she was no longer
gazing at the sky, but at a hard surface of stone. It took a few
moments to register Draco standing not a metre and a half away from
her, dripping wet and pounding his fists furiously in vain against
yet another stone, as stone was all that she could see. Finally Draco
realised that there was once again another presence in the room
and turned to face a rather confused and startled Ginny. "Lightning!"
he almost shouted at her as he slid to the ground, his back against
the rock surface. "Are you alright?" he heard her voice, which had
instantly moved close to him but now seemed to be growing further and
further away. "What are you going on about? Don't be a stupid git."
he said with the corners of his mouth turning in what was almost a
smile...a smirk?...no a smile. Ginny gasped as he slumped forward as
if in a drunken slumber. But she knew that was not the case at all,
he was sweating profusely and yet he was so cold to the touch. This
was serious, he was in a bad way and it registered only then that he
only had her to help him...nobody knew where they were.