Chapter Four:
Ginny was laying peacefully on the blanket by the lake. She was looking up at the sky, watching the clouds roll by and almost felt her self foating along with them. Movement coming from the corner of her eye caused her to sit up and turn.
"Draco?" Ginny said.
Draco was just standing there, not saying anything, or making any effort to. He simply stared at her, then started walking away. Curious, Ginny followed him. She stopped mid step when she saw he was entering the Forbidden Forest. Draco turned, stared longingly at her, then continued. Ginny followed, intrigued.
"Where are we going?" Ginny asked, noticing how dark it was under the canopy of trees.
No reply.
Ginny followed Draco deep into the forest, constantly looking around at the sudden movements in the trees. That's when she noticed Draco was gone.
"Draco!" Ginny screamed, frightened. "Come back!"
Chills ran down Ginny's spine, and then she heard it. The deep breathing of the shadow. Ginny's heart beat quickened, and she backed away from the shadow, looming ahead of her.
"No!" Ginny screamed, closing her eyes.
Ginny's eyes flew open, and looked around the room. She was safe in her bed. It was just a dream. A few feet above her was a dark mist. It moved slowly to the dreamcatcher, then seemed to have been sucked into it.
Draco, heartbeat also racing, had woken up from a similar dream. All he remembered was that Ginny was there, and an unseen enemy.
Draco ran his hand through his hair, and got out of bed. It was nearly dawn, and he wanted to take a long shower. He let the hot water run over his body, calming his nerves. He couldn't understand why he'd dream about Ginny. He came to the conclusion that he was spending way too much time with her. He'd have to spend his free time somehwere other than the hidden cove.
Changing into his robes he swept down the corridors and entered the Great Hall. It seemed almost pointless to sit and eat. As of late, Draco hadn't had the energy to do anything. He found himself just existing, taking up space. He had no friends, he found it dull to harass Harry. The only thing he took pleasure in was Quidditch, and matches wouldn't start for another month.
Draco was seriously thinking of going to Madam Pompfrey and asking for some sort of draught that would fix things, but decided against it. She'd probably ask questions as to why he was feeling like this. He didn't want to tell her it was because he thought his Father was laying in some ditch somewhere, dead, and all because he followed a mad lunatic. Didn't want to tell her he thought the Death Eaters would torture his mother. Definatley didn't want to tell her the rumors spreading in the darker circles of the wizarding world.
Draco looked across the Hall and his eyes fell on Ginny Weasley. He found himself looking at her a lot lately. There was something about her. He felt that he could tell her problems to her. Something about her was screaming, "I care! I'll make you forget your problems!"
That was another reason he couldn't be around her any more. He almost spilled the beans at their last encounter. He seriously thought she wanted to be his friend...but friends don't yell, "Don't come back!"
Draco got up and left for class, the dream from the night before completely gone from memory.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked meekly.
It had been a week since her last dream, and she knew she should get the dream catcher down and examin it, but since she hadn't had another dream she thought she was cured. She was now in the Gryffindor common room, trying to work out her latest potions assignment.
"Hmm?" Hermione was looking in some book.
"I need to ask a question about a potions assignment."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ginny, but could you ask one of the boys? I'm really busy...or you could wait 'til I'm done."
Ginny walked towards Harry and Ron and beseeched help. Both Harry and Ron had forgotten everything they learned in potions last year, and couldn't offer help. It was pointless to ask Mary. She'd say that potions wasn't until next Tuesday, and it being a Saturday night, why bother?
Ginny decided on going to the library and trying to find the answers there. Hermione did it all the time, why wouldn't the library offer up its secrets to her? The library was nearly empty, except a few seventh years studying for their N.E.W.T.'s. Ginny walked towards the section on potions, pulled a few books, then headed for an empty chair.
She began reading from the worn pages that were stained with an array of potoins ingredients. She turned the pages thinking the next one would hold the answers, but it was pointless. She slammed the last book shut and felt like screaming, but knew she'd only get kicked out. That's when she looked up and saw him .
He entered the library and upon seeing her, he stopped. Draco almost gave the impression that he was about to bolt the other way and not look back, when he decided against it and headed towards the shelves of books.
"Why not?" Ginny sighed, getting up from her seat and heading towards Draco.
Ginny walked slowly towards him. He was ignoring her by keeping his eyes on a book he just pulled from the shelf. It seemed Ginny would have to make the first move.
"Um, Draco?" Ginny barely whispered. She cleared her throat, and started over. "Draco?"
He closed the book in irritation then looked down at her. "Yes?"
"I was wondering...that is if you're not busy," Ginny kept her eyes on the floor. "Could you help me with my potions assignment?"
"Why don't you go ask Hermione HeadGirl or famous Harry Potter?" He questioned, burning his eyes into her turned down head.
Ginny gave no reply.
"What, they wouldn't?" Draco began to laugh. "Tough luck when you find out who your friends are...or aren't." And he opened the book, thinking he had gotten rid of her.
"They were busy." Ginny said, a little anger showing.
"If a friend asked me for help, I'd give it to them." Draco commented, still reading the book.
"What friends?" Ginny regretted saying it. She could almost feel the firey anger coming from him.
He turned towards her, and for a moment Ginny thought he was going to hit her, but he didn't. In a flash he was completely cool, as if nothing had happened. Ginny almost believe she imagined it...but it was too real.
"I thought you were my friend?" He sneered, looking her over.
"I want to be." Ginny tried smiling.
Draco rolled his eyes then began to walk towards the tables. He turned at the end of the stack of books, and stared at her. "Well?" Ginny jumped, then followed him towards the table she was sitting at before.
"Ok, what's your assignment?" He asked.
"It's right here." Ginny pulled out a piece of parchment and Draco read the many questions that were written upon it.
For the next hour Draco helped her find the answers to the questions. She refused to take the answers point blank, and Draco, giving in, showed her which books to look in. The odd pair got many strange looks from the surrounding students, and whispers ensued, but Draco and Ginny took no notice. Ginny even dared to crack a couple jokes through their study session, and Draco even laughed at one.
"Thanks, Draco. If you need any help with Muggle Studies, just tell me." Draco snorted, and watched Ginny grab her things and head out the door.
"What are you doing?" Seamus asked Ginny, following her out into the hall.
"I'm walking." Ginny stated the obvious.
"Ginny, you were talking to Malfoy." Seamus said through gritted teeth. "I don't think Ron would appreciate that."
"Well then Ron should have helped me with Potions." Ginny walked further ahead of Seamus, but he wasn't giving up.
"Ginny, Malfoy is no more helpful than a feather against a Mountain Troll. He always has a hidden agenda...always." Seamus walked off.
Ginny was fuming. How dare he accuse Malfoy of using her in any way. She couldn't believe how closed minded some of these people were. She stomped the rest of the way to the Gryffindor common room and ran into Ron.
"Ginny, what's this I hear about your date with Malfoy?" Ron asked, amusment in his eyes. "I told Parvati it had to be a misunderstanding."
"Draco," Ginny stressed his first name, "helped me with my Potions assignment--you know, the one you wouldn't help me with?"
"Ginny, I don't want you to talk to him any more!" Ron yelled, causing those in the room to turn and notice the two.
"You can't tell me what to do!" Ginny yelled back.
"I just did!"
"I'll do what I please!"
"Ginny, his Dad is a Death Eater!" By now, everyone knew who they were arguing about, and even Harry looked on in wonderment.
"That doesn't mean he is too." Ginny said quietly.
"Apples don't fall far from the tree." Ron quoted.
Ginny's face fumed with anger, and she pushed past Ron and headed towards her room.
"I'm not finished!" He yelled, which was followed by the slamming of a door.
Ron looked around the room and everyone began to look busy with something.
"I think you should leave her alone." Harry said, coming up to him.
"Harry, she was talking with Malfoy...you know, the son of the man who slipped Riddle's diary into her book!" Ron made it sound as if the whole world had gone mad, and he was the only sane one.
"Yeah, but Malfoy hasn't tried to pull anything...maybe he's changed."
"Yeah, uh huh, changed." Ron stormed off towards his room and gave his door an all mighty heave, rivaling Ginny.
(A/N: Ok, I made a special effort to correct my spelling. I'm using a computer that was given to me and word doesn't have a spell checker. I had grown quite reliant on spell checker. I love you guys who've reviewed my story. I thank you all for your wonderful comments and hope that you'll e- mail me if you have any ideas as to where you think the story should head. I know what I want to happen in the end, it's just getting there that's the trouble. If you think I've written any of the characters out of character please let me know.
Oh, and please, take the time to read my other story, The Prophecy. That's the story that started me writing HP fan fic. thanks whole bunches!)
Ginny was laying peacefully on the blanket by the lake. She was looking up at the sky, watching the clouds roll by and almost felt her self foating along with them. Movement coming from the corner of her eye caused her to sit up and turn.
"Draco?" Ginny said.
Draco was just standing there, not saying anything, or making any effort to. He simply stared at her, then started walking away. Curious, Ginny followed him. She stopped mid step when she saw he was entering the Forbidden Forest. Draco turned, stared longingly at her, then continued. Ginny followed, intrigued.
"Where are we going?" Ginny asked, noticing how dark it was under the canopy of trees.
No reply.
Ginny followed Draco deep into the forest, constantly looking around at the sudden movements in the trees. That's when she noticed Draco was gone.
"Draco!" Ginny screamed, frightened. "Come back!"
Chills ran down Ginny's spine, and then she heard it. The deep breathing of the shadow. Ginny's heart beat quickened, and she backed away from the shadow, looming ahead of her.
"No!" Ginny screamed, closing her eyes.
Ginny's eyes flew open, and looked around the room. She was safe in her bed. It was just a dream. A few feet above her was a dark mist. It moved slowly to the dreamcatcher, then seemed to have been sucked into it.
Draco, heartbeat also racing, had woken up from a similar dream. All he remembered was that Ginny was there, and an unseen enemy.
Draco ran his hand through his hair, and got out of bed. It was nearly dawn, and he wanted to take a long shower. He let the hot water run over his body, calming his nerves. He couldn't understand why he'd dream about Ginny. He came to the conclusion that he was spending way too much time with her. He'd have to spend his free time somehwere other than the hidden cove.
Changing into his robes he swept down the corridors and entered the Great Hall. It seemed almost pointless to sit and eat. As of late, Draco hadn't had the energy to do anything. He found himself just existing, taking up space. He had no friends, he found it dull to harass Harry. The only thing he took pleasure in was Quidditch, and matches wouldn't start for another month.
Draco was seriously thinking of going to Madam Pompfrey and asking for some sort of draught that would fix things, but decided against it. She'd probably ask questions as to why he was feeling like this. He didn't want to tell her it was because he thought his Father was laying in some ditch somewhere, dead, and all because he followed a mad lunatic. Didn't want to tell her he thought the Death Eaters would torture his mother. Definatley didn't want to tell her the rumors spreading in the darker circles of the wizarding world.
Draco looked across the Hall and his eyes fell on Ginny Weasley. He found himself looking at her a lot lately. There was something about her. He felt that he could tell her problems to her. Something about her was screaming, "I care! I'll make you forget your problems!"
That was another reason he couldn't be around her any more. He almost spilled the beans at their last encounter. He seriously thought she wanted to be his friend...but friends don't yell, "Don't come back!"
Draco got up and left for class, the dream from the night before completely gone from memory.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked meekly.
It had been a week since her last dream, and she knew she should get the dream catcher down and examin it, but since she hadn't had another dream she thought she was cured. She was now in the Gryffindor common room, trying to work out her latest potions assignment.
"Hmm?" Hermione was looking in some book.
"I need to ask a question about a potions assignment."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ginny, but could you ask one of the boys? I'm really busy...or you could wait 'til I'm done."
Ginny walked towards Harry and Ron and beseeched help. Both Harry and Ron had forgotten everything they learned in potions last year, and couldn't offer help. It was pointless to ask Mary. She'd say that potions wasn't until next Tuesday, and it being a Saturday night, why bother?
Ginny decided on going to the library and trying to find the answers there. Hermione did it all the time, why wouldn't the library offer up its secrets to her? The library was nearly empty, except a few seventh years studying for their N.E.W.T.'s. Ginny walked towards the section on potions, pulled a few books, then headed for an empty chair.
She began reading from the worn pages that were stained with an array of potoins ingredients. She turned the pages thinking the next one would hold the answers, but it was pointless. She slammed the last book shut and felt like screaming, but knew she'd only get kicked out. That's when she looked up and saw him .
He entered the library and upon seeing her, he stopped. Draco almost gave the impression that he was about to bolt the other way and not look back, when he decided against it and headed towards the shelves of books.
"Why not?" Ginny sighed, getting up from her seat and heading towards Draco.
Ginny walked slowly towards him. He was ignoring her by keeping his eyes on a book he just pulled from the shelf. It seemed Ginny would have to make the first move.
"Um, Draco?" Ginny barely whispered. She cleared her throat, and started over. "Draco?"
He closed the book in irritation then looked down at her. "Yes?"
"I was wondering...that is if you're not busy," Ginny kept her eyes on the floor. "Could you help me with my potions assignment?"
"Why don't you go ask Hermione HeadGirl or famous Harry Potter?" He questioned, burning his eyes into her turned down head.
Ginny gave no reply.
"What, they wouldn't?" Draco began to laugh. "Tough luck when you find out who your friends are...or aren't." And he opened the book, thinking he had gotten rid of her.
"They were busy." Ginny said, a little anger showing.
"If a friend asked me for help, I'd give it to them." Draco commented, still reading the book.
"What friends?" Ginny regretted saying it. She could almost feel the firey anger coming from him.
He turned towards her, and for a moment Ginny thought he was going to hit her, but he didn't. In a flash he was completely cool, as if nothing had happened. Ginny almost believe she imagined it...but it was too real.
"I thought you were my friend?" He sneered, looking her over.
"I want to be." Ginny tried smiling.
Draco rolled his eyes then began to walk towards the tables. He turned at the end of the stack of books, and stared at her. "Well?" Ginny jumped, then followed him towards the table she was sitting at before.
"Ok, what's your assignment?" He asked.
"It's right here." Ginny pulled out a piece of parchment and Draco read the many questions that were written upon it.
For the next hour Draco helped her find the answers to the questions. She refused to take the answers point blank, and Draco, giving in, showed her which books to look in. The odd pair got many strange looks from the surrounding students, and whispers ensued, but Draco and Ginny took no notice. Ginny even dared to crack a couple jokes through their study session, and Draco even laughed at one.
"Thanks, Draco. If you need any help with Muggle Studies, just tell me." Draco snorted, and watched Ginny grab her things and head out the door.
"What are you doing?" Seamus asked Ginny, following her out into the hall.
"I'm walking." Ginny stated the obvious.
"Ginny, you were talking to Malfoy." Seamus said through gritted teeth. "I don't think Ron would appreciate that."
"Well then Ron should have helped me with Potions." Ginny walked further ahead of Seamus, but he wasn't giving up.
"Ginny, Malfoy is no more helpful than a feather against a Mountain Troll. He always has a hidden agenda...always." Seamus walked off.
Ginny was fuming. How dare he accuse Malfoy of using her in any way. She couldn't believe how closed minded some of these people were. She stomped the rest of the way to the Gryffindor common room and ran into Ron.
"Ginny, what's this I hear about your date with Malfoy?" Ron asked, amusment in his eyes. "I told Parvati it had to be a misunderstanding."
"Draco," Ginny stressed his first name, "helped me with my Potions assignment--you know, the one you wouldn't help me with?"
"Ginny, I don't want you to talk to him any more!" Ron yelled, causing those in the room to turn and notice the two.
"You can't tell me what to do!" Ginny yelled back.
"I just did!"
"I'll do what I please!"
"Ginny, his Dad is a Death Eater!" By now, everyone knew who they were arguing about, and even Harry looked on in wonderment.
"That doesn't mean he is too." Ginny said quietly.
"Apples don't fall far from the tree." Ron quoted.
Ginny's face fumed with anger, and she pushed past Ron and headed towards her room.
"I'm not finished!" He yelled, which was followed by the slamming of a door.
Ron looked around the room and everyone began to look busy with something.
"I think you should leave her alone." Harry said, coming up to him.
"Harry, she was talking with Malfoy...you know, the son of the man who slipped Riddle's diary into her book!" Ron made it sound as if the whole world had gone mad, and he was the only sane one.
"Yeah, but Malfoy hasn't tried to pull anything...maybe he's changed."
"Yeah, uh huh, changed." Ron stormed off towards his room and gave his door an all mighty heave, rivaling Ginny.
(A/N: Ok, I made a special effort to correct my spelling. I'm using a computer that was given to me and word doesn't have a spell checker. I had grown quite reliant on spell checker. I love you guys who've reviewed my story. I thank you all for your wonderful comments and hope that you'll e- mail me if you have any ideas as to where you think the story should head. I know what I want to happen in the end, it's just getting there that's the trouble. If you think I've written any of the characters out of character please let me know.
Oh, and please, take the time to read my other story, The Prophecy. That's the story that started me writing HP fan fic. thanks whole bunches!)