This one was also going to be a song fic to Here Is Gone by The Goo Goo
Dolls. Again I lost interest very quickly.maybe I'll stop writing song
fics, haha.
~ADELA H
It was a cold night, and odd for it was still summer. The lights from the castle shimmered against the pitch black of the surrounding forest, and the stars shimmered on the depths of the lake. There was no wind, causing the trees to stand tall and straight, guarding the waters.
Ginny Weasley, tear stained and exhausted, was running from the castle. The lake was her destination and as she neared it she began to strip from her Hogwart's robe. She caught a sudden chill as she dropped the cloak, but she continued running until she could smell the waters so strongly, she knew she was close. The water lapping against the shore caught her ears and she took her shoes and socks off. The water felt cool against her skin, and she stood there, her arms wrapped around her self, the water falling from her eyes to lake below.
Going further and further out into the water felt so good. The water was washing away everything she had just been through and everything she wanted to forget. Her mind was clearing, but she still went further until the water came up to her knees. Goose bumps formed on her arms, but she went further until the water came to her waist. Further she went, though a small wind picked up and tangled her hair, until the water came to her shoulders.
The sound was shut out, like someone had flipped a switch. Everything was dark, but she could feel the water surround her, embrace her. The last thing she remembered was that she wanted to breath, but there was no air to be had.
~*~*~
"What does she bloody think she's doing?" Draco yelled as he pulled the girl from the lake.
Dragging her by her shoulders was tough, especially when your own clothes were soaking wet and dragging you down. They cleared the water and Draco laid her down by the discarded pair of shoes and socks. He ran to the cloak a few feet away then came back and placed it over her. Was she breathing? He didn't know. He didn't even know what to do in times like these. He came out here to get away from Crabbe and Goyle, and didn't expect to find a girl drowning in the lake.
The aforementioned girl suddenly began coughing up water and she turned over on her side. Was she crying? Draco asked himself as he heard faint whimpering sounds. She better be crying for joy that she's still alive. If I hadn't been there to save her arse.
"You're welcome." Draco said.
The girl quickly sat up and looked at Draco. She did look horrible with her hair hanging around her face, soaking wet. But the way her clothes clung to her body wasn't at all displeasing.
"Excuse me?" Ginny asked.
"You're welcome for saving your life. You'd be dead if I hadn't come along."
"Well maybe if you would have kept your pointy nose in your own business, I would be dead."
Draco was taken aback by this remark. He knew the girl was a Gryffindor, her House colors were all over her robes and clothes. Weren't Gryffindor's supposed to be brave and loyal? Not dumb and suicidal.
"Fine, go back, this time I'll just sit back and watch."
"Why don't you just leave me alone?"
"I know you-you're Weasley's little sister." Draco's eyes lit up with recognition. "What, did Potter offend you in some way? Did he not compliment you on your looks? Oh, now that's something to kill yourself over." Draco snorted.
Ginny dug her hand into her pocket and brought out her wand, but before she could utter a word Draco snatched it from her hands
"Look, Weasley, I suggest you take yourself back up to the castle and clean up.
~ADELA H
It was a cold night, and odd for it was still summer. The lights from the castle shimmered against the pitch black of the surrounding forest, and the stars shimmered on the depths of the lake. There was no wind, causing the trees to stand tall and straight, guarding the waters.
Ginny Weasley, tear stained and exhausted, was running from the castle. The lake was her destination and as she neared it she began to strip from her Hogwart's robe. She caught a sudden chill as she dropped the cloak, but she continued running until she could smell the waters so strongly, she knew she was close. The water lapping against the shore caught her ears and she took her shoes and socks off. The water felt cool against her skin, and she stood there, her arms wrapped around her self, the water falling from her eyes to lake below.
Going further and further out into the water felt so good. The water was washing away everything she had just been through and everything she wanted to forget. Her mind was clearing, but she still went further until the water came up to her knees. Goose bumps formed on her arms, but she went further until the water came to her waist. Further she went, though a small wind picked up and tangled her hair, until the water came to her shoulders.
The sound was shut out, like someone had flipped a switch. Everything was dark, but she could feel the water surround her, embrace her. The last thing she remembered was that she wanted to breath, but there was no air to be had.
~*~*~
"What does she bloody think she's doing?" Draco yelled as he pulled the girl from the lake.
Dragging her by her shoulders was tough, especially when your own clothes were soaking wet and dragging you down. They cleared the water and Draco laid her down by the discarded pair of shoes and socks. He ran to the cloak a few feet away then came back and placed it over her. Was she breathing? He didn't know. He didn't even know what to do in times like these. He came out here to get away from Crabbe and Goyle, and didn't expect to find a girl drowning in the lake.
The aforementioned girl suddenly began coughing up water and she turned over on her side. Was she crying? Draco asked himself as he heard faint whimpering sounds. She better be crying for joy that she's still alive. If I hadn't been there to save her arse.
"You're welcome." Draco said.
The girl quickly sat up and looked at Draco. She did look horrible with her hair hanging around her face, soaking wet. But the way her clothes clung to her body wasn't at all displeasing.
"Excuse me?" Ginny asked.
"You're welcome for saving your life. You'd be dead if I hadn't come along."
"Well maybe if you would have kept your pointy nose in your own business, I would be dead."
Draco was taken aback by this remark. He knew the girl was a Gryffindor, her House colors were all over her robes and clothes. Weren't Gryffindor's supposed to be brave and loyal? Not dumb and suicidal.
"Fine, go back, this time I'll just sit back and watch."
"Why don't you just leave me alone?"
"I know you-you're Weasley's little sister." Draco's eyes lit up with recognition. "What, did Potter offend you in some way? Did he not compliment you on your looks? Oh, now that's something to kill yourself over." Draco snorted.
Ginny dug her hand into her pocket and brought out her wand, but before she could utter a word Draco snatched it from her hands
"Look, Weasley, I suggest you take yourself back up to the castle and clean up.