Harry had just said that his life would be too dangerous for her. And she had run off crying. This, on top of the fact that Dumbledore had died, pushed her over the edge.
She was later found, rocking back and forth on the edge of the lake. A strong hand helped her up, and onto the Hogwarts Express.
She didn't even care whose hand it was, she just followed it blindly, not seeing a thing beyond the mask of her tears. When she reached the train, she jumped at the sudden noise of a closing door, and realised for the first time where she was.
She wiped away her tears, and looked at the compartment. At the moment it was empty, but there were five trunks on the side of the compartment. She recognised the most battered one as hers right away, but had trouble knowing whom the other ones belonged to.
Right now though, she didn't care if they were Voldemort's she just was thankful that they had helped her. After a while of rocking back and forth, holding in tears, she fell asleep, still waiting for the train to fill up and start heading home.
Almost two hours later, a sudden noise woke her up. She could instantly sense, somehow, that the train was full, but she didn't care. She just sat up and moved next to the window, starting to think about how she would thank the person who had helped her to avoid confrontation with the whole school after what Harry had said.
When the door opened, Ginny didn't look straight away, she waited until the compartment filled up, before suddenly turning around to face the person who had helped her and was greeted with the sight of… Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini. In other words, all of the Slytherin sixth year boys she loathed.
Malfoy sat across from her, his pale blond hair almost glowing in the dim light of the train. Crabbe and Goyle sat near the door, on either seat, and Zabini was sitting right next to her.
'Hello Ginerva.' Said the voice she hated so much. 'I hope you are feeling better, when I last saw you, you were crying so hard you couldn't even see me.' At this he gave his trademark smirk, and the room erupted in laughter.
'Thanks, Ferret,' Ginny replied, feeling suddenly self-conscious. 'But I would rather if you had left me in a compartment not filled entirely with perfect victims for the Bat Bogey hex.' Her words were met with withdrawals, from everyone except Malfoy. They all knew how good she was with that hex.
'Well, Ginerva,' said Malfoy, 'I would rather if you don't try to, after all, your wand is an essential ingredient to that, and I wouldn't want you to wear yourself out trying to do it without your wand.' He smirked again, as Ginny's eyes widened with understanding. He had taken her wand!
'Now, if you don't mind, I think I would rather have a peaceful trip, and so would my,' Malfoy paused for a moment, looking around the compartment, making sure Ginny saw all of their wands at the ready. 'Companions.' Another smirk. Ginny wanted to punch that smirk clean off his face, and maybe give him permanent brain damage too… But she thought against it.
'So please be quiet, and we will all leave you alone.' Ginny turned away instantly, and looked out of the window, doing her best to ignore the stares she knew she was receiving from all of the Slytherins. She knew that, although she was a Gryffindor, they were doing their best to ignore her.
While she ignored them easily, she started to get bored, so she translated what Harry had told her had been the first song he had ever heard the sorting hat sing, into Spanish. She had just finished translating it when it became obvious that all the Slytherins were getting bored as well, and she began to feel wary.
Ginny had just decided to turn and yell at them to stop staring at her, when the door burst open. Harry walked in, and glanced around the compartment. At first, he didn't see Ginny, as she was hidden behind Zabini's well-muscled body. As soon as he did see her though, he began to walk towards her.
But as soon as he took a step inside the compartment, all of the Slytherin boys stood up, and blocked him, their wands raised. He faltered, and hesitantly raised his wand as well.
'Let her go Malfoy,' He said in a dangerous voice. 'Or I will curse you into next century.' He stood in his stance; ready for the duel he believed to be about to happen.
'I don't think I will,' Malfoy replied, his voice low and dangerous, at the same time as it being snide, like his usual comments. 'I think I will have some more fun with her. Besides,' he said with a smirk, 'she doesn't want to see someone who made her cry for ages, that is, before I rescued her.' The room erupted with laughter.
Harry's jaw dropped, before he scowled around the room and stalked off, knowing he can't take all four of them on, when he was all alone.
Ginny drew her knees onto the seat with her, and hugged them to her chest, while she rocked back and forth, crying again. Draco sighed as he sat down, which all of the Slytherins took as a cue to sit down as well.
'Ginerva, you do realise the situation you are in,' Malfoy said in an exasperated voice, as if he had spent a year trying to teach her just that and she still didn't know. 'Don't you?'
'I thought we were going to go on a picnic,' Ginny said, sarcastically. 'And pick wildflowers.' She rolled her eyes and turned away from the boy, his grey eyes were starting to scare her.
'Sarcasm,' Malfoy said, as Crabbe and Goyle left the room with a flick of Malfoy's wrist, 'will get you nowhere.' He then left the room, hurling something slim and glittering to Zabini. 'Guard her, we have business to take care of.' And then he closed and locked the door, walking off in the direction Harry had.
Zabini moved to the other seat, and stretched out, putting the key in his pocket. The smooth black skin around his mouth was wrinkled in a frown. Ginny couldn't help but notice that all of his black skin was extremely smooth, and she almost felt as if she needed to run her hands around it.
He flexed the muscles on his arms for a moment, warning her in his own way, before gently closing his eyes. Ginny soon heard him snoring slightly, and realised he was asleep.
She waited a few minutes, making sure he was truly asleep, before heading over and trying the door. She almost swore out loud when she felt it was locked. She notices the keyhole, and decided to see if she could get out. She tiptoed towards Zabini, and carefully reached out to his pocket.
The moment she had a single finger inside it, his hand grabbed her slender wrist, and squeezed tightly.
'I'm not sure you'd want to do that.' He said calmly, his eyes still closed. He let go of Ginny's wrist, and as she backed away to be as far away from him as possible, she saw that a thick red line encircled her wrist. She looked out of the window, and cried, for several minutes before curling up and trying to go back to sleep.
When the door opened again, Ginny was peacefully sleeping, while Zabini was sitting across from her, where he could watch the door and Ginny. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle filed into the room, and took their places, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of the door, and Malfoy right next to Ginny.
Ginny slept on, and the four sixteen-year-old boys quietly talked, so as not to wake her up. For a while after they finished, they all sat, in silence, watching the redhead sleeping. When they finally snapped out of their trances, the two gorillas by the door began reading comic books, while Zabini started on his summer homework. But Malfoy never took his eyes of the peacefully sleeping girl with curly red hair.
When the lunch trolley reached them, Malfoy bought them all everything he could fit inside their compartment. The moment the compartment door closed, however, Ginny woke up with a little jump. When she realised who was sitting next to her, she almost disappeared into the wall.
'Chocolate Frog?' Malfoy asked her, holding out a blue packet. She shook her head, and he shrugged, opened the packet, and ate it himself. After that he began offering her sweet after sweet, but she continually refused, until he finally threw a packet of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans at her.
'For parselmouths sake,' he said, exasperated, 'it's not poisoned or anything!' Ginny stared tentatively at the box, and finally picked out a yellow one, carefully nibbling on the edge of it. It turned out to be popcorn, and she ate it, hungrily.
When she had finished the box, she looked up to see Malfoy smirking at her. She shivered.
After a moment of calmly regarding the redhead, Malfoy flicked his wrist, motioning for all of his companions to leave him for the rest of the trip. They all took their bags and left for one of the always empty compartments next door.
'Why wont you let me leave?' Ginny found herself asking all of a sudden.
'Because,' he replied, 'I know some things about you that you don't, or barely, know of yourself.' He smirked, and the way he said what he did, with a sinking heart, Ginny realised something was off.
'Leave me alone Malfoy.' She said as calmly as she could, but she knew her voice was shaking. Malfoy just shook his head, and looked straight into her pale brown eyes.
'Draco, to you.' He replied simply.
'Fine then, leave me alone, Draco.' Again Draco shook his head, his grey eyes seemed to be laughing.
'I'm afraid I can't do that Ginny.' He said calmly, in expert control of his voice. 'You see, I happened to be talking to a certain… teacher at this school, who seemed to have nothing better to do during a whole lesson than to rant about how what the stars said shouldn't involve her.
'You see, the other day, in Divination, Firenze told everyone about how the stars were aligning in a similar formation to fifteen years ago. And he said how the only difference was that it was more feminine, and not of the same family. I think he also muttered something about a small animal…
'Ring any bells? A prophecy has been made of you, and, my dear, the prophecy involves winning the war. I must tell you, I was quite surprised, but I soon realised what it meant. After all, I was the witness. Yes Ginny, he said it all to me, after that very same lesson.
'When lives are on the line,
And evils line is oh so fine,
A girl will rise above,
More white than the whitest dove,
With fire at her hand she strikes,
Although against she heritage she fights.
She grew to know, a different name,
And now both names mean the same,
But when the world is in its gloom,
Her enemies shall meet their doom.'
A/N Ok, ok, hope you enjoyed, new chapter should be up REAL soon… soz to my fans about deleting my last stories, but I really couldn't find a way to fix the blocks. And I am not sure how this one will turn out, so, if this is in a big block, please tell me, and then I will only be able to post on another computer. P.S, I probably wont be able to re-write those stories, but I will try, and also will write more, maybe less often if this one is in a huge block… Ok, please review and tell me what you think, thank you SO much for taking the time to read. I will give you cookies for reading. hands out huge chocolate-chip cookies and more so for those who review.
