A/N Hmm, my reviewers are split between "Draco is a betraying freak!" and
"I know it was a spell, a curse, something! He's innocent!" (I have
reviewers? OMG there's a first!!!) Okay, half of you are right, and the
other half is half right. Right? Hmmm. I'm not quite sure how it will go,
but we'll see.....
I've never gotten reviews that said I was a good writer. Thanks to: *big gasp of breath* Adria, Stormyfire, Jen922, Kay (though I disagree about the comment on Draco^_~), Elenya, Lady-Nimoe, and the last always cuts off, but it was signed Kels. THANK YOU ALL!!! And, just for you, I will do something I've never done before *drum roll* ...... *HUGGLES!* I'm not the *huggles* type of person but Skittles is out and she's hyper, and talking in third person!
And now, more angst.... (Romance later!) And some minor swearing. Sorry, folks, but I gotta get the point across....and this is unbelievably short, and I apologize!!!
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"Ginny." The word rang through Draco's head like it was the chime from a mile-wide bell. Over, over, over, her name echoed, until Draco tried to ignore it and keep dreaming.
He succeeded.
Slipping back into unconsciousness, he dreamt of basilisks' deadly stares; his father beating him; his mother sobbing; Ginny.
"Ginny." Once more, like a brutal blow, a criminal crucible, a tantalizing temptation, the name, the girl, the power flashed through his mind. Uttering a hoarse cry, he sat up in the Slytherin Dormitories.
"Ginny." This time the word was spoken by the boy, and he jumped from bed, slipping on his robes.
"Draco? What're you doing?" Goyle asked drowsily.
"Shut up," Draco snarled, and Goyle fell back to sleep with an earsplitting snore. Draco grabbed his wand and tiptoed down to the common rooms.
Slipping out of the only place he could call home for six years wasn't easy. He had to dodge Filch twice and Mrs. Norris a dozen times more. Once he was on the grounds, he crouched low in the shadows of the school and of the Forbidden Forest.
"Ginny." Draco tried to shut his internal ears to no avail. It rang until he was standing at the edge of the place he had had nightmares about since his first journey there in his first year. The chiming stopped abruptly.
No one knew what had happened that day, when he bolted away from the hooded figure they had encountered. And it wasn't exactly an "AAAARG;" it was more of a cry of anguish. It had been Quirell, of course; with Voldemort. Since birth, Lucius Malfoy had hounded Draco about the ways of the Dark Side, about how great and powerful Voldemort was, about how Harry Potter was an enemy.
In his terror, Draco had thought he had finally come from him. That was the stretched-thin logic of an eleven-year-old at work. So he had bolted, Fang with him, leaving Harry Potter to stand up and be the man. Oh, well. That was the cost of his life.
With a resounding step, Draco plunged, as Ginny had done, into the brush and trees.
"Ginny." The name once more deafened Draco, multiplied tenfold from the last one. Draco walked on.
Progressing into a run, Draco let his feet think for him. After what seemed like hours, he caught a glimpse of the girl his subconscious would not let him forget.
It came in a flash of auburn, coming from twenty paces ahead. Draco stopped in his tracks. Was it she? The figure looked asleep, or perhaps knocked out. Half of the tree was blocking his view and he could not see her face.
"Ginny," he whispered, taking one step and then another, cautiously, carefully. Then he was in front of her.
A black eye darkened the porcelain skin that Draco had fallen in love with. So did the blood, coming steadily from her temple, streaking down her cheek and catching in the trail of a tear, shed from her soft, beautiful eyes.
Slowly, as if in a trance, Draco pulled his wand from his robes. "Enervate," he whispered, once it was pointed at the girl. With a jolt, Virginia Weasley woke up.
"What the hell?" she screeched, breaking the perfection Draco had viewed seconds earlier. "You," hissed the girl, once her eyes had lain upon her savior.
"What happened?" Draco asked, frozen.
"Don't play stupid, Malfoy. I don't buy it." Draco came to his senses and knelt, burning through the ropes with his wand. "Quit it," she snapped. "I don't want your pity." Once the ropes fell from her, she struggled to stand. Once steadily on her feet, she spit in Draco's face. He absently wiped it away.
"I hate you," she said. The she promptly turned on her heel and ran away through the forest.
Draco didn't hear her anger or see her wish for vengeance. He was still deafened by her name, and blinded by her beauty. He was left senseless as he watched her leave. Only when her words and actions sunk in was he pierced through with pain.
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A/N (again) Hmm, have I kept up the tradition of cliffhangers? *blushes as head shrinks* Thanks for the reviews. I'm getting up the next chap ay-sap. Reviews welcome. Flames used for marshmallows. ^_~
I've never gotten reviews that said I was a good writer. Thanks to: *big gasp of breath* Adria, Stormyfire, Jen922, Kay (though I disagree about the comment on Draco^_~), Elenya, Lady-Nimoe, and the last always cuts off, but it was signed Kels. THANK YOU ALL!!! And, just for you, I will do something I've never done before *drum roll* ...... *HUGGLES!* I'm not the *huggles* type of person but Skittles is out and she's hyper, and talking in third person!
And now, more angst.... (Romance later!) And some minor swearing. Sorry, folks, but I gotta get the point across....and this is unbelievably short, and I apologize!!!
~^~
"Ginny." The word rang through Draco's head like it was the chime from a mile-wide bell. Over, over, over, her name echoed, until Draco tried to ignore it and keep dreaming.
He succeeded.
Slipping back into unconsciousness, he dreamt of basilisks' deadly stares; his father beating him; his mother sobbing; Ginny.
"Ginny." Once more, like a brutal blow, a criminal crucible, a tantalizing temptation, the name, the girl, the power flashed through his mind. Uttering a hoarse cry, he sat up in the Slytherin Dormitories.
"Ginny." This time the word was spoken by the boy, and he jumped from bed, slipping on his robes.
"Draco? What're you doing?" Goyle asked drowsily.
"Shut up," Draco snarled, and Goyle fell back to sleep with an earsplitting snore. Draco grabbed his wand and tiptoed down to the common rooms.
Slipping out of the only place he could call home for six years wasn't easy. He had to dodge Filch twice and Mrs. Norris a dozen times more. Once he was on the grounds, he crouched low in the shadows of the school and of the Forbidden Forest.
"Ginny." Draco tried to shut his internal ears to no avail. It rang until he was standing at the edge of the place he had had nightmares about since his first journey there in his first year. The chiming stopped abruptly.
No one knew what had happened that day, when he bolted away from the hooded figure they had encountered. And it wasn't exactly an "AAAARG;" it was more of a cry of anguish. It had been Quirell, of course; with Voldemort. Since birth, Lucius Malfoy had hounded Draco about the ways of the Dark Side, about how great and powerful Voldemort was, about how Harry Potter was an enemy.
In his terror, Draco had thought he had finally come from him. That was the stretched-thin logic of an eleven-year-old at work. So he had bolted, Fang with him, leaving Harry Potter to stand up and be the man. Oh, well. That was the cost of his life.
With a resounding step, Draco plunged, as Ginny had done, into the brush and trees.
"Ginny." The name once more deafened Draco, multiplied tenfold from the last one. Draco walked on.
Progressing into a run, Draco let his feet think for him. After what seemed like hours, he caught a glimpse of the girl his subconscious would not let him forget.
It came in a flash of auburn, coming from twenty paces ahead. Draco stopped in his tracks. Was it she? The figure looked asleep, or perhaps knocked out. Half of the tree was blocking his view and he could not see her face.
"Ginny," he whispered, taking one step and then another, cautiously, carefully. Then he was in front of her.
A black eye darkened the porcelain skin that Draco had fallen in love with. So did the blood, coming steadily from her temple, streaking down her cheek and catching in the trail of a tear, shed from her soft, beautiful eyes.
Slowly, as if in a trance, Draco pulled his wand from his robes. "Enervate," he whispered, once it was pointed at the girl. With a jolt, Virginia Weasley woke up.
"What the hell?" she screeched, breaking the perfection Draco had viewed seconds earlier. "You," hissed the girl, once her eyes had lain upon her savior.
"What happened?" Draco asked, frozen.
"Don't play stupid, Malfoy. I don't buy it." Draco came to his senses and knelt, burning through the ropes with his wand. "Quit it," she snapped. "I don't want your pity." Once the ropes fell from her, she struggled to stand. Once steadily on her feet, she spit in Draco's face. He absently wiped it away.
"I hate you," she said. The she promptly turned on her heel and ran away through the forest.
Draco didn't hear her anger or see her wish for vengeance. He was still deafened by her name, and blinded by her beauty. He was left senseless as he watched her leave. Only when her words and actions sunk in was he pierced through with pain.
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A/N (again) Hmm, have I kept up the tradition of cliffhangers? *blushes as head shrinks* Thanks for the reviews. I'm getting up the next chap ay-sap. Reviews welcome. Flames used for marshmallows. ^_~