Story Title: Stings Like Fire
Summary: Ginny, quite frankly, is tired of her life. Tired of Harry being such an ass nowadays, tired of Hermione acting like she knows everything in the world, and Ron's clumsiness and sureness in all the stupid, irreversible spells and hexes and jinxes he puts on her. Tired of being that good little girl…What happens when revenge takes a twist, and an unexpected person enters her life?
I'd like to thank Tarra (tar-ra)- little-munchkin-poo, blissful sin, Eve Granger, JADECOWAN, Nickel, and everybody else who reviews this fic almost every time I update. Without you guys I wouldn't get off my lazy ass and type, nor would I get better, which I have been… I hope you guys enjoy this fic!
And no, you guys, Draco and Ginny haven't 'screwed' yet. And they were a couple from practically the beginning of the story, you just couldn't fully see it yet. But Ginny's still as virgin as a virgin gets. Hehe.
He was in the shower when she woke up. Had she fallen asleep? Sheesh. A single thought ran through her head. She jotted something down, fast, and pulled on some different clothes, tossed the dress over a chair, pushed her feet into a pair of shoes and slipped out the door. She didn't know what she was doing, right then. She'd seen him around, seen him by Draco, seen him talking, talking, always to the Slytherins. And as she pushed her way into the Common Room and let her eyes sweep the comfy little space, her eyes found him. Raven black hair, ice blue eyes, alabaster skin. Blaise Zabini. She could trust him.
"Well, well, well. Hey, Red. What's got your knickers in a twist?" he smirked, his boyish glow overwhelming her. Tell, Tell. It's Draco's life.
"Blaise, you're Draco's best friend. Right?" she began, slightly uneasy.
He nodded, eyes scanning the room.
"Err… yep. Why?"
"You know about his Father and his childhood and all that rot, right?"
He straightened.
"First of all, it's not 'rot'. And second, yes, I do. And I assume he's entrusted you with that information as well?"
She nodded. He stared up at her, felt the fear radiate from her eyes.
"Let's find somewhere private," he murmured, standing and taking her hand loosely.
She followed him up to what she assumed was his room. Once there, he sat her on the bed, occupying himself by getting drinks as he wondered what she was doing here.
"So you've fallen in love with the prat?" he guessed, handing her a glass of butter beer. Her head snapped as she stared up at him. He shrugged.
"I'm good at this type of thing. I knew before it even happened you would be."
She shivered.
"Something horrible will happen, Blaise."
His eyebrows puckered.
"Is that right?"
She stared up at him, eyes clouded.
"He's in trouble. I'm in trouble. But he's gotten us both dug in, and I'm afraid it's a hopeless case to get us out again."
"Oh, come on. Will it really be that bad?"
She looked up at him again. He sat down beside her, sipping his drink.
"Alright, so maybe it will be that bad. Why don't you tell me what's going on?" he coaxed. Ginny held her glass tightly, clutching it hard into her hands. It was like she could see Draco's reflection, his stricken, weary face as he watched her sleep. She knew she had to tell. Someone else had to know. Just in case.
"I saw him, Blaise. I saw him again."
"Who? You saw who?" he asked, confused.
She looked over at him again.
"Voldemort. We saw him last night. He's going to kill Draco," she murmured. The drink he held sputtered from his mouth.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Draco, killed? By Voldemort? God, you sound like Potter, 'cept less joyous about it."
She didn't reply.
"Is there more?" he asked quietly. She nodded.
"There's a way around it."
"You got lucky, then."
"As if you could call it that," she muttered. He shrugged and pressed her on.
"So what's the way?"
She sighed.
"I'll have to have a baby, in nine months. By Harry Potter. Then I'll have to give it up, to Voldemort, so he can use it as some stupid weapon."
Blaise nodded.
"Aye, the weapon. I've heard 'bout it from me Father. It's supposed to have some effect on Muggle borns. I don't know if he's going for total abomination, but it sure sounds like something of the sort."
"That sounds really dangerous, not to mention scary. I know a lot of good people who're Muggle born."
He nodded again. There was silence.
"So that's all?"
She shrugged.
"I'm leaving soon, though. And it's just weird. It's like I have to get pregnant right away, and if I don't, Draco and I will die. I would never be able to bear the guilt of that. Even in the after life."
"The guilt of what?"
"The guilt of letting Draco down. Of letting him die. It would tear me apart," she finished softly. He looked down at her, eyes warm around the edges.
"Aye, so you love him then?"
Ginny nodded slowly, then it quickened the harder she thought about it.
"I do, as much as I try to tell myself I don't. I really do."
"You really do care about him, and I respect that. I assume, that since you love him, you'll be there for Christmas, right?"
"Yes, I will," she sighed.
"And for the Yule Ball, right?"
"Yep."
"Right, then. I might be able to help you out, here and there."
She looked up at him.
"How?"
He shrugged, then looked down at her, and forced a tiny smile.
"He's my best friend, and I know you're special to him, even if he has trouble admitting. And I honestly, don't want either of you to die, especially that way. But if it's what you have to do to keep you both alive, I'll be here to guide you along the way, Ginny. I'm now, permanently adopting you, sheltering you beneath my wing."
Ginny looked up at him and couldn't help but smile. He smiled back. And then she frowned.
"But how do I know this isn't some type of ploy to - "
"Sweets, I don't reach for your end of the table," he interrupted smugly.
"Beg your pardon?" she asked, looking up at him. He sighed, but laughed, closing his eyes.
"I don't bat for your side, dearest."
"So you're - "
" - gay, yes, I know."
There was more silence. He laughed again, and she gave a meek, squeaky laugh. He patted her shoulder, looking at the clock.
"You should go pack, Red. We're leaving by nightfall, you know."
She ducked her head and tilted it to the side.
"Have you even begun to pack?"
She grinned sheepishly.
"Nope."
"You'd better get crackin'! And you know where to find me," he said, winking as he led her to the door.
"Thank you, Blaise."
"You're so welcome, Gin," he said, reaching out and patting her shoulder slightly. She laughed and turned to walk back down the hall. As she went, he knew she'd be as big of a help to Draco as burden to his life.
There was a tiny peck at the door. He nearly jumped at the sound erupting the silence of his room, but growled quietly.
"Come in," he called roughly, leaning back to check his trunk. The door squealed gently as the person approached, the clicking gentle as it swung shut. A small hand swept over his shoulder, soft fingers curling around his neck. He turned, hands curling around soft skin at the nape of another neck, only to jump back into his skin as he stared into icy eyes.
"Blaise!" he cried, bumping into his trunk and sending a pair of khaki slacks sliding into the floor. Blaise cackled.
"Thought I was the redhead, didn't you," he snickered. Draco growled deep in his throat again.
"You scared the shit out of me."
"Your face scares the shit out of me."
"Shut your own before I shut it for you."
"Tut tut, wouldn't want to ruin your Christmas without me."
"Ah, yes, it would make Mother upset."
"Yes, think of the parentals." He rolled his eyes and snuggled himself into an armchair, resting his feet on the coffee table before him. Draco turned from him and picked up the slacks, tossing them gently back into his overflowing trunk. Blaise tilted his chin toward it.
"Over packed much?"
He gave a low huff in reply.
"Come on, Draco. Don't be so rough 'round the edges. I didn't come here to socialize, you know. You shouldn't think that everyone who enters to converse with you is going to steal something from you. Besides, you aren't fooling me for shit. I've known you too long for that."
Draco shrugged. Then, snapping his trunk gently, he turned.
"So what are you here for, Blaise?"
"What, can I not come see you wiggle your ass around in private? Or do I have to pay to see it in public?"
Draco snorted.
"The only time you'll ever see my ass 'wiggle' is when you're lying on the ground peering up through two black eyes while I walk away."
"Ouch. You wound me," he replied, sniffling.
"I bet. So, tell me. What's your reason? Nobody like you suddenly gets friendly. Haven't you some helpless Gryffindor to shag? Like that Colin Creevey kid?"
Blaise's eyes darkened slightly, lusting over. Draco had the caution to step back, shifting his trunk slightly to shield himself.
"Colin's off packing to leave too."
"Oh, right. My mistake. Are you seeing him over Christmas?"
Blaise's cheeks rouged.
"That's none of your business. Your business is that Ginny came to have a word with me."
"Did she?"
He nodded. Draco reemerged from behind his trunk, and occupied the seat across from him, reaching forward to grab a mug of coffee from the earlier parts of morning.
"What did she say?"
Now he shrugged. Draco eyed him suspiciously.
"Tell me, Blaise."
He lifted one shoulder.
"She came to fill me in."
"Fill you in about what?"
"I would've known had you came and told me."
"I haven't really had much to tell, nonetheless any time to tell anyone anything."
"Ah, I'll believe you there. As I've heard it, it only happened last night."
Draco looked up.
"She told you about that?"
"By the looks of it, she had to tell someone."
"And that someone just had to be you," he groaned. Blaise shrugged.
"She can trust me. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean shit. Both you and I know I'm trustworthy as hell; it's in my bloodline to do so."
Draco nodded.
"So it is. What did she tell you?"
"That she has to have a baby by Potter, and that she's scared of Voldemort and all this stuff," he said, purposely neglecting to tell him the other things she'd said. But Draco knew better than that. Blaise was being too happy, and the conversation was in shallow waters. He eyed him uneasily.
"What else did she say?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what else did she tell you that you're not telling me."
"What makes you think that?"
"I know you, Blaise. So tell me."
Blaise gave him a side glance, turning his head to stare at the fire. It licked the top of the mantle, barely, it's tongues leaping out to graze the brick and marble. He chewed his cheek nervously. Draco cleared his throat.
"She said she has to do what he told her. She said she couldn't bear the guilt of knowing she let you down. She said that as much as she tries to convince herself that she doesn't, she really loves you."
Draco gave him a heavy glare.
"Come on. What'd she really say?"
Blaise looked at him angrily. He'd been expecting this. Draco didn't know feelings.
"She really said that?"
"Of course she did," he said, rolling his eyes. "Because she knows you love her."
Draco went rigid.
"Don't tell me that!" he snapped angrily, fists clenching. Blaise sat back against the chair, eyes narrowing. He wasn't about to smile. Not when his best friend was being a complete and total jackass.
"Don't tell you what? That you really do feel? That you really do know love? You need to get over it. Grow up," he snorted.
Draco shook his head and crossed his arms.
"I don't know love. I'm not supposed to and I won't, because emotions tear a person down Blaise. Emotion… it eats you up," he whispered. Blaise shook his head tilting it to the side.
"But you do feel. And you do know emotion. And you do know love."
"I do not. And I won't."
"Ah, but you already do. God, Draco, get a hold of yourself! You already know it and you know that you like it."
"I don't know it, and I hate it. Shut up, would you? And even if I did know it, how would I?"
Blaise sniffed arrogantly, ignoring him.
"You know love in Ginny."
"What?"
"You keep saying you don't know love, but you do. You know it in Ginny. You know Ginny and you're fine with her, you tolerate her. You keep saying you don't know what love is, when you've known all along and been alright with it. You think I'm not making sense, but I am. Ginny is love. And you like it because you like her."
"How do you know how I feel about Ginny?"
"I know you, Draco. And I heard you say it, once. Granger was in the hallway, and you said, 'I think I'm in love with you,' or something, and Granger said 'You do?' and you said 'Yes, Granger, I really do love her' or something. I saw," he explained breathlessly. Draco sat back in his chair, staring.
"How could you've seen that? It was only us three."
Blaise shook his head and almost laughed.
"She ran past me. Ginny, I mean. She bumped into me and I, believe it or not, was coming back from the library after I met with Colin, and I had some books I had to take to McGonagall, and she hit me and I said, 'God woman, watch where the fuck you're going!'. You ran right past me without even knowing, and Granger passed me and asked which way she went and I pointed her in that direction," he said smugly. Draco scowled.
"So you knew all along and you never even mentioned it to anyone."
Blaise nodded.
"Why?"
He shrugged.
"For the same reason nobody knows I'm gay."
Draco nodded.
"So, we're keeping secrets for each other, hmm."
"Yup. But if I were you, I'd go see Ginny. She hasn't packed at all, and when I saw her she was in a right state. But, that's just me," he said with another shrug.
Draco nodded.
"Having fun?" came the robust drawl from the door, echoing into the room and through the empty bathroom. Ginny slowly looked up, brushing stray tears from her face. A picture of her parents lie in her lap, her fingers absently tracing their memorized features.
She shook her head and dropped the picture beside her, her hands gripping the cover softly.
"What's the matter? What's so bad that could keep you from packing for the best holiday ever?" he said, his voice rising temptingly.
She stared up at him pointedly, and he stared at her trunk. A few skirts lay folded at the bottom, some hygienic items, a hairbrush and two rolled up pairs of stockings. He used his toe to push it aside, plopping down on the side opposite the portrait's, brushing her back gently with his fingers.
Her voice cracked when she spoke.
"It's just that it's so freaky, Draco. All of a sudden, as soon as I figure out I'm trusting you and actually letting myself fall with you, everything crumbles away. I have to have a child, if not to give it up, for our lives. I'm only 16."
He nodded as she took a breath, plowing on.
"I don't even know what my parents will say when they find out. My mum always said that if I ever did something stupid like this, I'd be out like that," she said, snapping her fingers. He draped his arm around her shoulder carefully.
"I'm sorry. I got you into this, and if I could I'd get you out. It must really suck for you, but it'll suck for both of us if you don't. Plus, I'm really grateful that you took this stand to save me."
She looked up to find him staring at her. Then she began to cry again, the tears falling so hard it was like rain.
"I don't want to die! I don't want you to die! It would hurt so bad; you're the only person that actually knows where I'm coming from and what I'm talking about. I can't let you die!"
She nuzzled her face in his neck, her sobs muffled. He rubbed her back, gently, dragging his fingers up her spine.
"Shh, it's alright. It'll be alright, alright? Let's just pack, and we'll take a walk before we leave, okay? Let's just pack first."
She nodded weakly and stood up, taking the picture and snuggling it between two skirts. Taking her wand she pulled out a few pairs of jeans, some t-shirts, a few sweaters, a pair of shoes, and other things. One by one they arranged themselves inside the trunk, neatly fitting together until it snapped quietly and strapped itself together, standing on the red carpet like a vessel resting on the red sea.
Don't hold on
Go get strong
Well, don't you know
That there is no
Modern romance
He touched her arm and pulled her gently off the bed, flipping his wand at her. At once she was wearing a pair of low riding jeans and a tight t-shirt, a denim jacket pulled across herself. She hooked her hand idly into the crook of his arm, sniffling. He patted her hand. She attempted a smile.
Time
Time is gone
It stops, stops who it wants
Well, I was wrong
It never lasts
And there is no
Well, this is no
Modern romance
The doors opened to reveal snow, falling heavily around them. Ginny reached out a hand and caught a snowflake, awatery grin gracing her lips. Draco turned his head and looked across the hall; the doors on the opposite side were opened to reveal the road that their ride to Kings Cross would arrive at. It was empty. He sighed.
And time
Time is gone
It never lasts
Stops who it wants
Well, I was wrong
It never lasts
This is no
There is no
Modern romance
There is no modern romance
This is no...modern romance there is no, there is no...
"You don't have to talk."
"Good."
"Because there's not really a lot I want to know."
"Fine."
"So don't feel pressured into telling me anything."
"Alright."
There was a bit of quiet. They walked silently down the stairs and into the Northern Courtyard, cutting through it. Ginny made them stop at the fountain while she fished out a sickle, flipping it haphazardly into the freezing water where it landed with a tiny 'plop'. He watched as she closed her eyes and made her wish, her lips moving silently as she did so. Then she grabbed his hand delicately in hers and they continued to walk, their feet leaving marks in the snow. They were just passing the hedges in the garden when Ginny cleared her throat.
"So Blaise told you I talked to him, didn't he," she said pointedly. He gave a grim smile.
"Yep."
"And I suppose he told you everything that I told him."
"Mostly," he answered, lifting one shoulder and not meeting her eye.
"And Blaise wouldn't lie to you."
"Ah, the real question is, would you lie to Blaise?"
She blushed and turned away.
"Of course not. I wouldn't lie to anybody."
"Really," he said, plainly not believing her.
"Yes, really. I wouldn't."
"You promise?"
"I promise. I would not lie to anyone."
"I'm going to keep your word on that."
"Well you do that, if it makes your pompous ass content."
"Well maybe it does."
"Well, that's fine. I don't care."
They walked in silence for a few minutes. He kept side-glancing at Ginny, just to make sure she was ok. She was taking all this so badly… but then again, she did have to have a baby…
"So - "
"Draco, I don't think I can do this," she interrupted loudly, her face swelling as tears poured from her already-puffy eyes. "I just don't think I can handle it."
He looked at her stupidly.
"What?"
She sat down on a bench in the yard, the frozen lake glistening before them and stared out at it with leaking eyes.
"I don't know. The way my mum always talked about it - how much it hurts, how hard it is - it's so dangerous, and my father always used to make fun of us because he was a man and didn't have to have children… God, I'm freaking out - I don't know if I'll make it to get pregnant and have a baby."
This all came out in a rush of words that was so fast he thought he'd misheard her. He knelt before her, taking her hands. Her face was red and puffy, her lips wobbling and cracked.
"No, no, no. Listen to me. Are you listening to me? You're not listening to me," he said in a sing-song voice.
She turned her head to face him, her eyes pouring tears.
"You're strong, Ginny. I know you are. You remember when I was in fourth year and you fell off your broom around the second story of Ravenclaw tower because that git Neville accidentally jinxed you? You got up and walked away from that, not even wailing or making a big deal. You hadto've at least had abroken leg, and you walked right back into the school. That's strong, and painful. You lived through that; you can live through child birthing."
She smiled delicately.
"I used a numbing spell."
"Bollocks. You used guts. Besides, you're ruining my point."
"The one at the top of your head?" (A/N: dunce cap, folks... piece it together)
"What? No, the one I'm trying to - hey, that's not cool."
She let out a gurgled giggle and shook her head. He scoffed.
"Come on, Ginny. You're tough, and I know you know it."
She sniffled again. He grabbed her chin, gently, turning her head to face him.
"Agree with me. You're tough - you can do this. I can help you. Blaise can help you. Doctors can help you. You can do this. We can do this."
She looked at him and smiled, nodding.
"Alright, then. Let's get up and go back 'round the castle."
He helped her stand up, and she began to brush herself off, finally groaning.
"What?" he said, inquiring her loud noise. Her lips rumpled and she huffed loudly, turning around.
"When I sat on that damn bench, I sat in snow. It was cold. It melted. I got fucking water on my fucking pants," she wailed. He laughed and grabbed her arm, and walked her along the grass. Halfway along the yard she tripped and fell on her knees, the dirt below the snow muddying up her knees. She howled loudly, wailing again. There were animal noises coming from the front drive, noises mingled and answering her howls. He helped her up from the ground and let her brush herself off angrily, still sniffling gently as she wiped her very red nose.
"Oh, I'm a mess," she said, very sullenly, motioning to her face and then the wet splotches on her jeans.
He walked toward her, smirking slightly.
"Don't worry, Ginny. My mother'll love you, no matter what you look like. You're beautiful."
"You're lying," she said flatly. He chuckled.
"If you say so."
"Well I do. And I also say that I look like a wreck, even though you insist upon saying I'm 'beautiful'. You're definitely lying."
He chucked her playfully in the arm, wrapping it around her shoulders as he slowly budged her forward until she was walking at a snail-like pace. Halfway there, she stopped again.
"What will we tell your mother?" she said, suddenly panicking. He sighed and pulled her forward again, and shrugged.
"We won't."
She looked back up at him.
"What?"
He turned his head to look at her, then directed his vision back to the pathway.
"We just won't tell her. I hate stressing my mother out, and I don't want to add to her trouble now that my Father is loose and on the run. She likes you, and I just want to make her happy, especially for Christmas."
"But it's still about a month until Christmas," she pointed out, pressing herself against his side for warmth.
"True. But I just want to cheer her up, some."
She nodded in agreement.
"Right. So we're not going to tell anyone?" she clarified.
"Right. Wouldn't want your brother becoming more of a twat than he already is."
She laughed.
"I don't know; I think that'd be hard."
He snorted, loudly.
"Ah, no, he seems to outdo himself every time, I tell you."
"Now, now, be nice to Ron - it wouldn't do any good to me to save your life if you're already dead," she clucked. They rounded some hedges and stepped onto the cobblestone walk, cutting around the fountain and entering the Northern Courtyard again, the benches growling gently as they shook the layering snow off of them. There was a low, long whistle that echoed through the empty space, filling her ears. They stopped, suddenly, and Draco answered back with the same whistle, the sound dizzying her as it swirled around her and she felt herself swoon, slightly, as if she was drowsy. Draco reached for her hand again and squeezed it tightly, the cold touch jerking her back awake.
"Come on, they're here," he announced in a low, manly rumble. She yawned.
"They're here? Already? Won't I get to say goodbye to my brother?" she asked, panicking again. He chuckled.
"He'll be at the doors, don't worry. Wouldn't want you to leave without saying goodbye to brother dearest. Wasn't he the one who gave you that awful gash across your head?" he reminded her angrily.
She turned her head to face away.
"I just have to get him to pass on a message to my brothers. I forgot to owl them and all, so I figured something's better than nothing."
"How're you going to make him remember?"
She shrugged and grinned roguishly.
"Memory charm. He'll remember; he'll also remember that if he doesn't pass it on, he'll relive all the horrible things I've done to him over the years."
He shuddered and smirked.
"You wicked, wicked girl. Almost makes me feel remorse for the bloke."
She looked up at him in shock. He glared back down at her.
"I said 'almost'."
She giggled and they stepped out into the hall, staring down the opposite steps at the carriage that was to send them off. It was one of the school's carriages, the thestrals coated in deep red instead of their usual black. They stamped their hooves impatiently, eyes rolling around as the steam that issued from their mouths clouded around their heads.
"So these'll take us to King's Cross?" she asked, still surveying. He shrugged.
"It's not like it's a long ride or anything. Just a couple minutes. I'm assuming Blaise is already out here. Oh, look, there he is. Standing by your brother."
"Where?" she asked, turning in the direction he nodded. He rolled his eyes and pointed over her shoulder.
"There. See, beside those people putting up the trunks? See the one in the black? That's Blaise."
She watched as they loaded the racks, house elves scurrying to strap them onto the tops. Blaise stood near the back of a carriage, chatting carelessly with Ron, who seemed very interested in him. Once or twice she caught Blaise giving him a lustful - was it lustful- glance, the heat smoldering in his eyes. Draco grabbed her hand and they descended the few stairs, walking over slowly as the ground turned to slush before their eyes.
"'Ain't safe fer the roads if they got snow's on 'em," a wizard with patched robes and a worn-looking hat said. Hagrid hobbled precariously over, beady black eyes sweeping over the five of them.
"This here's Nuncy. He's ter drive yer out ter the Cross. Ever'body else's already gone," he informed them. Ginny gave a forced smile and nodded to him.
"How do you do?" she said politely, struggling to keep her smile on her face. The man gave her a heated gaze, eyes sweeping wantonly over her body. Draco cleared his throat and watched in hidden amusement as the man's neck barely snapped as he looked up at him. He shook his head stiffly, and the man backed down slowly.
"Yes, hello," he regarded coldly, before gently taking Ginny's arm and leading her away. She scoffed in disgust and clung to it as he led them over to where Blaise and Ron were standing.
"Hey," Blaise said, smiling warmly at Ginny and smirking at Draco. Ron tore his gaze away from Blaise to glare distastefully at Draco, before settling his fidgety sister with a sheepish smile and nod. She sniffed and turned her attention back to Blaise, who took this exchange in with interest.
"Hey, Blaise," she said cheerfully, her eyes twinkling.
"Ah, somebody's cheered up some. Hey, Gin. Draco."
He nodded at Draco who grinned back, still holding onto Ginny. Ron sat on the outskirts of the three of them, his eyes gaining a glassy look as he wobbled, back and forth, on the balls of his feet. Draco's eyebrows puckered deeply - what the hell- before he looked down and saw Ginny's mouth moving silently, her eyes boring into his. He elbowed her in the ribs as the redheaded boy began to whimper, very quietly, and his bottom lip began to tremble. She stopped and ducked her head, lip shoved out as she pouted.
"All righ' ov'r here?" Hagrid bellowed happily as he advanced upon the group. Ron grinned weakly and Ginny lifted the corner of her mouth, shrugging a shoulder. Blaise and Draco just looked up at him, glaring.
"Are we ready to go yet?" Draco said, his voice more civil. Hagrid glared backdown at him, and nodded.
"Aye, he's ready ter go. Just load up the carriage, and you'll be off," he said.
"Right," Blaise said cheerily, turning his gaze to Ginny and Draco. "Well. You heard him! Let's go!"
Ron turned to Ginny as she began to walk with Draco, reaching out and grasping her sleeve gently.
"Ginny - " he began quietly.
"Goodbye, Ronald," she interrupted coldly, pulling her arm away.
"Come on, Ginny, don't - "
"I do believe I said goodbye," she said in a low, deadly voice. He ducked his head again, pulling his hand back to his chest. "Don't forget my message," she called over her shoulder, regaining her warmth as Draco helped her up into the carriage. Blaise turned to Ron, his lustiness returning as his eyes swept over him obviously again.
"Right, Weasel. See you round. Happy holidays!" he said, grinning. Ron whimpered and stepped back as Blaise jogged to the open door, stepping up and launching himself into the carriage. The door clicked shut, gently, behind them, and then everything was quiet. As the dark set in and the carriage began to pull away he felt the pain in his chest, the pain of seeing his sister break away. Even though he knew he'd see her very, very, soon, he couldn't help but feel like he hadn't known her lately, and would never see that cheery, bubbly, can-do-everything-won't-back-down-brave-as-shit-cartwheels-and-butterflies baby sister, and feel hurt.
Right. God, this chapter sucks ass, and I'm sorry. It's 12 pages! Hope you liked it, and I'm working on it a lot lately, plus I've got so many ideas my grades are dropping bad since I've been working on it in school too. Review like the wind, ladies and gents, and I'll see what I can do for thee!
This chapter's song is called 'Modern Romance' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, from the album 'Fever To Tell'. Once again, I do not own Harry Potter or anything related, because if I did, I'd buy some new sweaters for V-Day and hopehopehope that Travis ever saw something in me. HP and its belongings belong to the Queen and Ruler of All, beloved J.K. Rowling with her Warner Bros. Inc. companions. Toodles.