My Immortal
Chapter four: Sasha and Tom
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Harry Potter!
"You're my candle in the wind, and I'm your peace in a storm." A.M.
"Since you both seem to have such fascinations with closets, that is what you'll each be doing tonight. You'll have exactly two hours to clean every closet in this room without magic." Said Professor Snape, as he pointed at a bucket of soapy water and a pile of scrubbing rags. Draco sighed. The last thing he wanted was to be trapped in a room with the Weasle and having to clean wasn't helping at all. Glancing over at Weasle, he saw that she was starring at the closet in the back with a look he had never seen grace her face before. He almost wanted to say it was fear, but as soon as the look came it left, leaving him curious.
"Professor if were done, can we leave before the two hours?" Weasley asked, her eyes lifting with hope.
"You may Mrs. Weasley, but I do not think you'll be done before your time is up. Your detention begins now, and I'll be back in exactly two hours. Do try to keep out of each other, no matter how strong the urge is." Snape walked out with two looks of pure evil following him. They just stood there, until finally the Weasle spoke up.
"Listen Malfoy, let's just make this as painless as possible and get it done. I won't talk to you if you don't talk to me, I mean, if you can control the urge." Her eyes twinkled with laughter, and Malfoy raised an eyebrow, sitting on the edge of a desk.
"Tell me then, Weasle, when do you stop talking?" Asked Malfoy. He grinned as Ginny rolled her eyes, picking up the bucket of water and a scrubber. Walking over to one of the closets, she opened it and started scrubbing. Draco just sat there, wondering what to say and that never happened to him.
"Well, isn't this a sight, finally found what you were meant to do for a living, huh Wealse. Cleaning at my feet." He waited for her to take his bait, but she didn't. Instead he heard her softly chuckle.
"Wow Draco, you finally found what you were meant to do. Insulting people to make your pathetic self seem something more than a ferret, how great. Good going, seeing as no one had such high expectations for you in the first place." Malfoy felt his ears turn red, and watched as the Weasle picked up the bucket and moved onto the next closet. Turning his attention away, he noticed the closet in the back, and the memory of finding a distraught Ginny Weasley wouldn't leave his mind. Once again he couldn't keep his curiosity under control.
"Who's Tom Weasle?" For the first time since he had known her, she slowly turned on her knees, speechless. He saw the look return to her eyes, and watched her try to make it go away, but she was failing miserably. So he had hit a nerve.
"How.. Who… mmmh… Who told you about Tom?" Pushing himself off the desk, he walked over to a pillar and leaned on it, watching her. She looked so small sitting on the ground, her eyes wide with something between fear and shock.
"You did Weasle." Fear retreated from her eyes and was replaced with confusion as she stood.
"I never said a word to you about Tom." Her eyes held a cold edge, daring him to challenge her. Didn't matter, he liked a challenge.
"Well, you didn't mean to tell me, but how could I just ignore you when you were trapped in that closet. You were screaming like a werewolf, so I was bound to over hear something. So who is he, an ex boyfriend, or maybe a relative. He must be pretty important to scare you." Draco replied. Weasley stood there, arms crossed, watching him. Raising an eyebrow, Draco waited for her to say something. Eventually, she turned once again picking up the bucket, resuming her cleaning.
"Don't worry about it Malfoy, you couldn't handle the truth." She whispered, and he barley heard it. For the first time in his life, Malfoy left it alone. Something in her voice made his stomach turn, and he didn't like that. Picking up a scrubber, he went to work and was silent. It was going to be a long and interesting night.
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He actually left her alone about Tom, and she had never felt so relieved in her life. How could she be so stupid to let something slip, even though she didn't mean to. A long silence filled the air, and all Ginny heard was their scrubbing. Her hands hurt, and knees were turning red from being in the same position for such a long amount of time. Glancing at Malfoy, she found him scrubbing away, and was shocked to find he was actually doing a good job.
"Looks like I'm not the only one, who cleans, 'cause your doing a pretty good job Malfoy. Care to share your secret?" His gray eyes searched her face, and he turned away continuing his scrubbing.
"Don't worry about it Weasley, you couldn't handle the truth." Ginny felt an embarrassment at the fact that he had used her own words against her. Turning back to her cleaning, she felt as if they would never get done. Never in her life would have Ginny guessed that I took this much work just to clean six closets. But, as the minutes went by, they finally got all six closets cleaned with thirty minutes to spare. Washing the soap off her hands, she picked up her bag and turned to the door, getting ready to walk out. But, she turned looking Malfoy straight in the eyes. There was something important she had to say.
"You know what you said to me, about not knowing who I am? We'll I've been think, and your right, "Malfoy watched her with a surprised look, "I don't know who I am, but I promise I'll find out, and when I do, it will be my choice. I want have anyone tell me what I have to do, because I'm stronger than that. I guess that means I'm stronger than you." With that, she walked out leaving Malfoy standing there, not knowing what to do or say.
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"I guess that means I'm stronger than you." The words kept running through Draco's head, and he pulled his pillow closer to his face. Stupid Weasle, what did she know? Her life was always shelter; she's never felt any real pain. And he wasn't talking about the pain that hurt for a little while, but the pain that kept you up at night, wondering how you ever survived through it. Rolling onto his side, Draco felt a sharp pain go through his body. Looking down, in the moonlight he caught a glimpse of the faint scar. Great, it still hadn't healed, and his father had inflicted it upon him weeks before school. Sighing, he laid his head on his pillow, trying to ignore the pain. Ginny Weasley was a very complicated person indeed, but she had one major fear. His name was Tom, and Draco would figure out why he had such a hold on the youngest Weasle.
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A familiar burning awoke Ginny the next morning as she cleared the sleep from her eyes. Rubbing the back of her shoulder, she looked around realizing everyone else was gone. Glancing at her clock, it read 9:20. Great, only ten minutes to get to breakfast and her next class. Rushing she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and through on her school uniform.
The Great Hall was empty as she grabbed a piece of toast, and ran back out again. That's when it happened, the thing that the whole school would be talking about for the next week. As she running out of the doors, Ginny came in contact with someone and her newly buttered toast went flying right into the hair of Pansy Parkinson. Ginny stood, her mouth making a big O, as Pansy stood with a look of pure disgust. The jam was oozing its way down the size of her face, and Ginny started to laugh. Everyone stood watching the two, wondering what was going to happen, including a very curious Malfoy.
"You….You… mud blood lover! How dare you!" Ginny stopped laughing, her eyes narrowing into tiny slits. People started whispering as Ginny took a couple of steps towards Pansy.
"Parkinson I would shut up if I were you, unless you would like a nice pair of batwings to go with that pig face of yours." Ginny heard snickers, and Pansy turned a bright crimson red.
"Like a Wealey could ever do anything interesting. You about as bad as mudblood Granger, and that idiot brother of yours! Go crawl back of the shit house you came from!" Something inside Ginny snapped, and a deep anger that she couldn't identify came over her body. Before Ginny could stop herself, she was on top of Parkinson, pulling her hair with all her might. No matter how hard she tried, Ginny couldn't stop herself, she just kept going. Something inside her generated such anger, that it even frightened Ginny. Getting ready to punch Pansy, she felt someone pull her off, and turn her in their arms. Her dark eyes met with silver ones, and she struggled to get free.
"Weasley what has gotten into you?' Ginny slapped Malfoy as hard as she could, leaving a huge red mark across his pale skin.
"Your aren't allowed to have your hands on me." Her voice even scared her, coming out with such force and emoting, that it would even make Tom envious. Malfoy watched her, along with everyone else in silence. Ginny kept pushing, until she felt the the walls start to spin around her. She stopped fighting, only to grip Malfoy's arms with a strong hold. Her knees felt weak, and her head started pounding with such force that she was surprised it didn't spit in two.
"Weasley, are you okay?" His voice was loud, and she couldn't handle it. Everyone's voice in the hall way was too loud, and Ginny couldn't take it.
"Draco, I….gasp….. Can't breath!" No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get up a good breath. Darkness filled her vision, and the last thing she saw before it consumed her mind was his sliver eyes looking at hers with and emotion she had never seen from him.
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Ginny stood in a candle lit room filled with black and red roses. The beauty of it made her gasp, and she turned, to look around herself. That's when she noticed a woman looking into a mirror. fixing her hair. The young woman wore a long green dress, with a rose colored bodice. The sleeves spread down her sides, and were made of black lace. Her raven black hair was done up in a bun, with a few curls framing her white face, which held pale blue eyes.
"I hope it is everything you wished for my dear." A voice caught Ginny off guard, and she turned with the young woman. Ginny brought her hands to her mouth, suppressing a scream, as Tom Riddle stood smiling at the young woman. Only, this was not the Tom Ginny knew, this Tom was something else. Instead of black eyes, his eyes were a pale green, and held something Ginny never thought she would see in them. They held emotion, more precisely, love. The woman smiled and slowly walked up to him, placing her hands on the sides of his face. Ginny watched in horror as the girl placed a kiss on his lips, and turned back to the mirror, letting his hand linger on a rose necklace she wore.
"It is everything anyone could wish for my darling. However, I long to be with you outside of this room. I feel as if this is the only thing we will ever have, we'll never have something real." The woman turned, and placed her arm on Tom's shoulder, her eyes pleading with him.
"My dear, we will be able to be together I promise. I love you Sasha." The woman smiled once again, and hugged Tom. Tom placed his hand on the back of her head, holding her.
"I just want to be with you Tom." Ginny backed up as far as she could, watching the two holding each other. It was almost a sweet sight, something two lovers would share, but Ginny knew better than that. At that moment, Tom's eyes made contact with Ginny and he smiled.
"I promise we'll be together again my darling. I've picked out someone who matches your beauty, and she is already beginning to fade away. Before long she will be just a former shadow of herself." A gust of wind blew out the candles, and Ginny felt something or someone grabbing her by the wrist. Once again she felt herself falling into an endless dark nightmare.
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Her eyes felt as if they had pounds of sand on them, as she slowly tried to open them. As she finally forced them open, the room started spinning.
"You're finally awake!" A voice filled her ears, and Ginny closed her eyes, taking a couple of deep breaths. Opening them once again, she found the room had stopped spinning, and also found Harry, Hermione, and Ron sitting by her bed, watching her eagerly.
"Oh, Gin we were so worried about you." Ginny smiled at Hermione, and slowly pulled her tired body into a sitting position. Bringing her hands to her head, Ginny rubbed the sides of her temples.
"What happened?" Her voice was hoarse, and her throat throbbed with pain. Trying to remember what had happened before; she couldn't come up with anything.
"You kind of went crazy on Parkinson, and then fainted." Harry said, and the memories came flooding back into her mind. The fight with Parkinson, the weird feelings, and being in Draco Malfoy's arms. Opening her mouth to say something, she felt the side of her shoulder burning. Reaching her hand back to see what was wrong, she felt something rough, almost like a burn.
"Hermione, can you see what's on the back of my neck?" Hermione stood, and walked behind Ginny, grasping the neck of her gown. Ginny felt the cold material slid down her shoulder, and heard a scream erupt from Hermione.
"Hermione, what is it?" Ginny asked, and felt Hermione back away from her. Fear filled her stomach once again, and she watched as Harry and Ron stood to see what had scared Hermione so bad. Their gasps filled her ears, and she couldn't push the panic down any longer.
"Could someone please tell me what's going on!" Ginny asked, raising her voice a bit. No one answered and she heard whispers behind her. She felt another hand touch the burning spot on her shoulder, and pulled away.
"Harry, go get Dumbledore." Hermione's voice was argent, and Ginny turned around on the bed.
"What is going on?" Ginny yelled, watching Hermione and Ron share a scared look.
"Ginny we don't know." Ron's voice was low, and Ginny glanced between both of them. What was going on!
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Ajma: Thank you for the review! Yep, they like each other secretly, we know that!
Ravenclawroyalty: The nightmare was really difficult to write, and I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for the review!
FreeSpritSprite: Thanks for the review, and I liked the Draco and Pansy part too!
Thanks for all the reviews, and I hope this chapter is nice. There is a big twist for Ginny, and it want end well for her or Draco.