A/N: I am so sorry, I had a big case of writers block! Anyways, I hope you
like this chapter, I know it's short but
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Chapter Six
::I didn't know::
At lunch, I excluded myself from the people around me. I roamed the halls of the castle thinking of fights Lucius and me had. Each one involved Fists, knives, swords, axes, chairs. anything to cause death, to me, mind you. As I stood in one particular corridor, my mind traveled to one fight we had. I was fourteen. I was still a coward but I was slowly building up the courage to face him. The one night that I had been foolish and thought I could take him on was the night that I made a pack to myself. I would kill him one day. Anyways, I had confronted Lucius in his study one night.
"Lucius." I said standing in the doorway.
He hardly looked up and said, "What the hell do you want?"
"I am telling her. I am going to tell her everything. Like the time at the lake, the time she wasn't home, the time you threw me down the stairs. I will tell her everything and you can't stop me from doing it." Mother was out at the time and it was stupid of me to confront him before I told her but hey, I was 14.
"You think so eh?" He got up and glanced at me. I slowly nodded my head. An evil grin crawled across his face. He drew his sword out of its holder. I was wearing a white shirt at the time and my leather pants that I over wore when I was 14. He held it with both hands and snarled at me.
Lucius did a kind of turn and I felt the cold sword cut into my chest. In my mind, I blocked out the pain but my arms flung across my chest. I looked at my hands they were now covered in my own blood. My eyes traveled up towards Lucius.
"You will not tell Narcissa about any of this or else I will kill you next time," Lucius said grinning and he told me to leave before I got blood on his bearskin rug.
I walked back to my room with my chest burning. I flumped down on my bed and grabbed my wand. I had some learning in medical spells but I didn't know enough for it not to scar. I healed my chest and took my silver bed sheets off my bed and through them in a basket to be washed. I then changed my shirt and didn't go near Lucius for weeks. I was determined to stay out of trouble.
I ran into a wall as my thoughts shifted to the present. I heard someone giggle behind me and I slowly turned around. It was she. I smiled and walked over to her.
"Have you been following me?" I asked.
"Only for the past twenty minutes, you didn't look like you knew where you were going. What were you thinking about?" Ginny asked.
"I. you," I lied.
She smiled, "I'm sure you were."
"Ginny, I have to tell you something," I began.
"What's that?" she inquired.
"I've had a hard life and I need to tell someone about it," I said.
"*You've* had a hard life." Ginny gave a little laugh, "I doubt that."
"I have!" I shouted.
"Oh yea, rich Draco Malfoy has had the hardest life in the world! Making fun of the poor with an in-door pool and a hot tub," Ginny complained.
"Oh and I suppose having parents that care about you is tough too!" I yelled back.
"You don't know what it's like to be poor without any extra money to do things you want to do!" Ginny shouted.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO GET BEATEN BY YOUR FATHER!" I shouted without thinking.
"Oh Draco. I - didn't know," Ginny frowned and went quiet.
"Of course you didn't know! No one knew! If I told anyone, I would get beat even worse! My own mother doesn't know!" I yelled, "You're the first one I've told," I said softly.
Ginny had tears in her eyes. She moved towards me, put her arms around my neck, and rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
End of Chapter
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Chapter Six
::I didn't know::
At lunch, I excluded myself from the people around me. I roamed the halls of the castle thinking of fights Lucius and me had. Each one involved Fists, knives, swords, axes, chairs. anything to cause death, to me, mind you. As I stood in one particular corridor, my mind traveled to one fight we had. I was fourteen. I was still a coward but I was slowly building up the courage to face him. The one night that I had been foolish and thought I could take him on was the night that I made a pack to myself. I would kill him one day. Anyways, I had confronted Lucius in his study one night.
"Lucius." I said standing in the doorway.
He hardly looked up and said, "What the hell do you want?"
"I am telling her. I am going to tell her everything. Like the time at the lake, the time she wasn't home, the time you threw me down the stairs. I will tell her everything and you can't stop me from doing it." Mother was out at the time and it was stupid of me to confront him before I told her but hey, I was 14.
"You think so eh?" He got up and glanced at me. I slowly nodded my head. An evil grin crawled across his face. He drew his sword out of its holder. I was wearing a white shirt at the time and my leather pants that I over wore when I was 14. He held it with both hands and snarled at me.
Lucius did a kind of turn and I felt the cold sword cut into my chest. In my mind, I blocked out the pain but my arms flung across my chest. I looked at my hands they were now covered in my own blood. My eyes traveled up towards Lucius.
"You will not tell Narcissa about any of this or else I will kill you next time," Lucius said grinning and he told me to leave before I got blood on his bearskin rug.
I walked back to my room with my chest burning. I flumped down on my bed and grabbed my wand. I had some learning in medical spells but I didn't know enough for it not to scar. I healed my chest and took my silver bed sheets off my bed and through them in a basket to be washed. I then changed my shirt and didn't go near Lucius for weeks. I was determined to stay out of trouble.
I ran into a wall as my thoughts shifted to the present. I heard someone giggle behind me and I slowly turned around. It was she. I smiled and walked over to her.
"Have you been following me?" I asked.
"Only for the past twenty minutes, you didn't look like you knew where you were going. What were you thinking about?" Ginny asked.
"I. you," I lied.
She smiled, "I'm sure you were."
"Ginny, I have to tell you something," I began.
"What's that?" she inquired.
"I've had a hard life and I need to tell someone about it," I said.
"*You've* had a hard life." Ginny gave a little laugh, "I doubt that."
"I have!" I shouted.
"Oh yea, rich Draco Malfoy has had the hardest life in the world! Making fun of the poor with an in-door pool and a hot tub," Ginny complained.
"Oh and I suppose having parents that care about you is tough too!" I yelled back.
"You don't know what it's like to be poor without any extra money to do things you want to do!" Ginny shouted.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO GET BEATEN BY YOUR FATHER!" I shouted without thinking.
"Oh Draco. I - didn't know," Ginny frowned and went quiet.
"Of course you didn't know! No one knew! If I told anyone, I would get beat even worse! My own mother doesn't know!" I yelled, "You're the first one I've told," I said softly.
Ginny had tears in her eyes. She moved towards me, put her arms around my neck, and rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
End of Chapter