1: Slow Dancing In A Burning Room

She was tired. She was scared. She felt so very alone.

"Mom? Dad? I'm sorry, I don't know what I've done, but I am so sorry. Please, just let me out. Please…"

She was crouched with her cheek against the door, small shoulders shaking with pain. A muttered spell jerked the door, bruising her delicate face.

"Please! I'm begging you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I was born, sorry that I am me, I don't know, I'm just sorry. Please, please, please…"

Molly Weasley's voice floated through the door, "Ginny dear, we are so glad that you know that you are wrong. It's lovely to hear your apologies, but your father and I think it would be best if you stay in there for a bit longer. You may forget what you've done if we let you out too soon."

She clung to that lifeline, her nails scrabbling at the door as she wept in desperation. "Mum, please! I won't forget, I promise. I want to come out, please let me out!"

Short footsteps echoed away, she could picture the plump figure and face to which those footfalls belonged. She slumped to the floor, knowing that they wouldn't come back until the morning. Curling into a small ball, she let the demons of the night overpower her mind.

"Let me die. Please, let me die. If there is someone listening, stop my heart… please."

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He sighed, letting his fingers wander up and down the back of his lover; so content, so warm, so loved.

"Mon amour?" [My love]

His lover stirred, his beautiful hazel eyes cloudy with sleep as his lids parted. He hummed a response, low in his throat.

"Rien… I don't know why I woke you. Sorry." [Nothing]

A chuckle echoed in the chamber, "I love you Draco, but try not to wake me. You know I'm crabby if I don't get enough sleep."

He smiled, a slow sensual smile, reserved only for his lover. His lovers' hand smoothed his hair and his lips touched his temple, "Lets go back to sleep."

"Je vous aime aussi Blaise." [I love you too]

Bodies entwined as the lovers drifted slowly back into slumber.

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Ginevra felt her heart flutter as her mother held her in a tight hug, brushing her hair back affectionately. "Write to us every week Ginny. Don't forget my dear."

Get away from me, don't touch me, Merlin, please don't touch me.

"I will Mum, I won't forget." A smile lightened her face.

"Bye, Gin-Bug." Her Dad enveloped her in a hold that felt more like suffocation than a farewell. Ron, Harry and Hermione were already on their way to the train, she itched to join them in their escape.

"Bye Dad, miss you already." She hurried to her baggage, throwing it on her back and turned to smile one last time at her parents before she walked to the train. She measured her pace, so she didn't' look as if she was running away. Once they were out of view she pummeled her way through the crowd to the first empty compartment she could find. Slamming the door shut, she turned her back and slid down to the floor. Her legs felt like they had melded to the floor. The smile plastered to her face crumpled into a grimace of pain. Tears flowed down her face and she bit her fist to muffle the sounds of her violent weeping.

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Blaise stared at the crowd of Hogwarts students impassively. Hearts were breaking as he walked along the train platform, heading towards his best mate and lover. He smiled inwardly as he caught sight of a man with a form as familiar to him as his own. He would never get tired of looking at him. "Draco," He greeted, "Find us a compartment yet?"

"No. I saw Pansy and Daphne in one, but I didn't feel like joining them when Terence and Goyle were present as well." His lovers' icy eyes shone with amusement and slight nausea.

"Sweet Merlin, let's find our own carriage then." Blaise's tone of voice was dispassionate, but his eyes twinkled back.

The two Slytherin's strode onto the train, glancing in compartments. Their robes billowed behind them, leaving a trail of their mixed cologne's and giggling females. Blaise wrenched a compartment open and stepped inside, followed closely by Draco. Blaise paused his second step in mid-air as he realized it would come into contact with a small bundle of robes in the middle of the compartment floor.

"Draco, stop, I think this carriage is occupied." His hand pushed lightly at the center of Draco's chest.

The pitiful mound of second hand robes shifted then shaped itself around a thin body as Ginevra stood. "No, you can have it. I'll just get my things."

"Why were you lying on the floor Weasley?" Draco asked neutrally. Blaise looked at his lover with surprise.

This is the girl Weasley?

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Ginevra woke quickly as the door slid open. She froze, slightly confused and scared.

Dear Merlin. They've come on the train to take me back home.

A voice that sounded like chocolate, if a voice could, spoke, "… I think this carriage is occupied."

She rose and spoke quietly, unsure of what to say as she stared at the two men before her. "No, you can have it. I'll just get my things."

Two pairs of eyes stared at her curiously, one pair was a blue so beautifully light that they were almost clear and the other pair was deep green, the color of forests forever vibrant. Their hair flowed around their faces, platinum blonde and raven black. Their skin glowed, pale white and rich tan. Her heart ached as she studied them. They both stood at 6'3, their bodies so alike they could have been twins. Well muscled, yet still lean, their long limbs moved with grace that years of Quidditch training entitled.

Another voice, deep and sure spoke, "Why were you lying on the floor Weasley?"

She curled into herself, "It doesn't matter does it. Just let me get my things and I'll leave."

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Draco looked at her carefully. Lustrous locks of deep red shielded most of her face from his view. Pale skin, too pale. Judging from the muggle clothes beneath, he imagined that she had possessed more curves in the past. It was her eyes that riveted him. Well, the one eye he could see. Gorgeous doe eyes, chocolate brown, so innocent and sweet. Yet, as he stared, hidden was so much more. He knew that look.

What depth of pain have you suffered Weasley, to make you look like this?