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Chapter Six: The first flower

It had been many months now since Blaise had found his love's life scattered about on the floor. She had ruined her life, he had no words of how much he hated her. But he couldn't do anything about it, because Draco would never allow it. Ginny always smiled when she saw Pansy and Blaise hiding in a dark corner, away from the sun.

"It still burns…" He heard her whisper from beside him.

"It'll be OK, love, someday perhaps." Blaise whispered to her. The sun didn't hurt her, because Draco had given her a ring, just similar to the ones he and Ginny had. But if she looked straight at the sun she would collapse. She wasn't as strong as Draco and Ginny, but they had sources for their strengths. Ginny had Voldemort, and Draco had Ginny, who was remarkably much stronger than him. He had accepted that Ginny loved the horrible beast. Blaise couldn't understand why, and Draco couldn't either, because he had no good explanation.

"Why aren't you talking, Blaise?" Pansy asked him.

He looked up at the willow tree and tightened his jacket around him, "I have nothing to say." The spring was yet cold.

He lay down, his head resting on Pansy's arm. Something white between all the green at his side caught his attention. He plucked the daisy, and held it up. It was a small yellow sun with white rays of light shining out of it. So pretty and bright.

"For you." He said to Pansy as he sat up to face her.

A smile graced her white face, "Thank you, it's beautiful, just as you are." She kissed him and looked at the daisy. A shadow wiped of the smile and a red tear rolled down her porcelein cheek. "It's perfect."

"The first flower is always perfect. Un-touched and innocent." Blaise muttered. The oak doors of Hogwarts opened and students came running out into the sun, chatting about how dull their lesson was and practising charms on each other. Last out was a couple, hand in-hand, faces emotionless, and bodies gliding elegantly down the stairs. One could hardly see that they were even walking.

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"There they are. Should we say hello?" Ginny asked Draco.

Draco sighed, "Better leave them alone, they haven't been able to have a descent conversation with any of us since that fateful night." He knew that it was wrong of him to forgive Ginny so quick, but he loved her above anything else. He could only hope that she loved him more than she loved Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"Why do you keep bringing that up? Why does it bother you? I gave her eternal life, you should be thrilled, Draco!" She released his arm and stepped infront of him. "You're so childish."

Draco couldn't see that one coming. "What is childish about being angry because my friend was taken away from mortality by the only one I love?"

Ginny gave him a 'hmpf' and turned on her heel, walking over to Millicent and some other girls from Slytherin. Now that he was alone, he set direction for Blaise and Pansy.

The look on Pansy's face was heartbreaking. Her smile was broken when she saw Draco.

"Hey," Draco sat down infront of them. "How's everything?"

"Better. What's with her?" Blaise asked.

Draco glanced over his shoulder at Ginny, who was ignoring him. "We had a little argument."

"I don't even wanna know what about. How come you haven't talked to us lately?" Blaise said, in a try of making conversation.

Draco looked down and mumbled something.

"Couldn't make out the words, a little higher please." Pansy said all of a sudden. It sounded like a demand.

He sighed, "I thought you guys were mad at me." Pansy snorted.

"Not at you, my prince, but at your devil woman." Pansy whispered so that Ginny wouldn't hear. She had good hearing, and it was very annoying sometimes.

"Prince?" Draco asked with a smirk.

Pansy smiled at him, "Yes, I saw you behind her, trying to get away. You tried to help me, but to no use. Haven't I told you? You looked just like a prince in a fairytale, and Ginny was the dominant villain that caused the sad ending." Draco had to smile when she stroke his cheek, she wasn't mad at him after all.

"No, you haven't. I cannot recall everything, just your eyes and your silent prayers." He whispered.

Pansy held up a flower, it was a daisy, "Isn't it beautiful? Blaise found it, it has to be the first one this year." Draco wasn't looking at the flower, he was looking at Pansy. She was so different. A flower had never meant anything to her before, but now it seemingly meant the whole world.

He nodded, "Perfect." Pansy's eyes darted up at him.

"Yes, it's perfect."

They stared at each other for a moment, the sorrow in her pale green eyes was overwhelming, had she not gotten used to this form of living yet? Or dying for that matter?

Blaise waved a hand infront of their faces, "Anybody there?" Draco snapped out of it and lowered his gaze to the ground. Pansy was still looking at him, but he didn't want to see the pain anymore, maybe he shouldn't have come to them.

"Don't be sad, Draco, we're still your friends, don't worry about that. But never come to us with that bloody nosferatu dangling onto your robes. And if you do by some accident, then do not think that it is you we are mad at, because it will be her unless you give us any reason to hate you." Pansy was odd, she never spoke like that before. He nodded and gave her a hug, his eyes searching for the biting marks on her neck as he drew away. She was hiding her neck with her beautiful hair, it was like silk on her perfect shoulders. "Don't expect to be spending too much time with us if you are going to hang around her, Draco. Just a little warning, darling." Pansy and Blaise got up and left.

Draco just stood there, all by himself beneath the blooming willow. The daisy was lying on the ground where she had been sitting, she had forgotten it.

"I have to give it to her." Draco muttered and reached for it. He ran after them, they had gone in the direction of the forbidden forest, so into the bushes he ran.

He could see them now, they were sitting on a bench just outside the forest where the huge trees cast their shadow. Blaise was resting his head on her lap, and she was stroking his hair. Blaise could prize himself lucky to have her love, and Pansy could prize herself lucky for having his love. 'Darn it, she even has mine.' Draco thought as he was only a couple of feet from them. He loved her for being the friend that she was too him, no more.

"Here, you forgot your flower, Pansy." He gave it to her and started walking away from them.

"Thank you, my prince." He heard her say. The corner of his mouth twitched into a little smile, he couldn't help it.

"You are very welcome." Draco said as he turned around and gave them a little wave.

Pansy wasn't smiling now, but looking at something next to Draco.

"Didn't you say that we were best of not talking to them?" Said the flawless voice of his favourite poison.

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'How can he do this to me? Shut me out, argue with me… He's not that sweet Draco he used to be… Am I getting on his nerves or something?'

Ginny walked in the footsteps of Draco, leading her over to where Pansy and Blaise were sitting. She felt rage bubble up inside of her, didn't he just tell her that she should stay away from them for a while? Weren't they supposedly mad at them?

"Thank you, my prince." Ginny heard Pansy say to Draco.

"You are very welcome." She could see the grin on his face when Pansy called him her prince. He wasn't getting away with this.

"Didn't you say that we were best of not talking to them?" She said with a taste of bitterness in her voice. Draco turned around and stopped.

Draco just nodded, "I did, but I guess I was wrong. About me at least, but not about you. You better not talk to them. It's you who did it." Ginny didn't give any sign of emotion, she kept her face neutral.

"Don't you come here and tell me that they're just mad at me! You were in on it too, dear prince. So shove a sock in it, Malfoy!" She had never called him Malfoy, at least not when she had been together with him. Maybe she had called him Mr Malfoy, but that was something different.

Draco had a smirk on his face, his eyes were so careless to what she said. He had blocked her out now, she couldn't read his mind.

Ginny did something completely out of the blue, she slapped him. And after that she kissed him.

Draco grabbed her and pulled her close to him, he didn't let her go. "What's wrong? Can't you tell me? I've told you every single secret I have, and to be quite frank, they could make a book. But what have you ever told me, dear beloved?" He whispered softly into her ear. She felt overwhelmed that he even cared enough to ask, so this had to mean that he still loved her.

She didn't say anything, but she broke into tears. Blood was running down her face, because vampires bleed when they cry. They say that you can kill a vampire by hurting it's feelings, they can bleed the last drop of blood they have in their bodies if they don't stop. But the thing about making a vampire cry is that you have to be sure where their soft spots are, and Ginny's was Draco and his love.

'I would die if you left me for Pansy, love, so I hope you never do so…' She thought and looked at Draco. "Would you?"

He shook his head and smiled, "Never, darling. I'm forever yours. But… I want to know why you do all this. Why did you hurt Pansy?" His gaze was piercing her skin at the moment, the stare was too much. She couldn't tell him why she made Pansy a vampire, she would betray her master. And who in their right mind would betray a master like the one she had?

"It was Him, he made me do it! I hope you understand, and I hope you wont seek him. Have you got the slightest clue of what he might do if he finds out I told you?" Ginny was shaking her head, tears flowing and her brain racing, thoughts running through her head. Why did she ever agree to His proposal?

"I wont seek him out, not if you tell me why you were supposed to take Pansy's mortal life."

Draco's curiousity wouldn't do him any good, at least not in the future.

"I will tell you later, just shut up right now, would you?" She whispered between her sobs. Blood was on her robes, she couldn't deny that this was not how she wanted anyone to see her, but at least Draco wasn't mad at her anymore, and she had delayed the truth once more. But she had also let go of something. She had let go of her careless attitude, there was something in her chest that felt like it was beating, though she knew it was her imagination.

Draco stroke her cheek, taking away some of the blood. Other students were coming to see what was happening, and quite a few was shocked when they saw Ginny all splattered in blood. Draco didn't notice them, but Ginny just cried even harder and ran to the forest.

"Ginny! He might be in there!" And Draco run after. Ginny knew her Lord was nowhere near the castle to be found at the moment, so she felt absolutely no fear as she sprinted and stumbled over the tree roots and bushes. Thoughts were lost and memories all gone. Her life was a blur and everything about her was nothing. All nothing.

She fell on the soft grass, covered with leaves in autumn shades, though the summer was only just arriving. Ginny smelled the sweet smell of the forest, of innocence and un-touched living things, and they were all around her. They were under her, they were over her, shielding her from the sun, they were on every side of her lifeless body, and she couldn't do them justice by far. In their warmth and safety she was again a human being, alive and in love. Broken and torn into pieces like no one else had ever been.

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A/N: So, I just want to say thank you to those who have reviewed, it's great that you like it! I will post the next chapter very soon, and so I guess it would be nice if you all could step by and review;) Thanks again,

Monica