I own nothing, I am merely a user of the supreme goodness that are the Harry Potter series, by the
lovely jK Rowling. :o)
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Chapter 9
Geray sat alone in her room with a book in her hand. Arithmacy. She stared at the pages, and
started to jot things down with her quill as quickly as possible. Professor Dumbledore was to give
her a exam on it today. He said she was rapidly moving along, and in such a short amount of
time.
"Hello dear" He said as he stood in the doorway of her room. She turned and looked at the kind
old man, and gracefully got up and walked to him, curtsying when she got there. "No need my
dear" He said as he went to the desk and placed a piece of parchment there. "There is your exam.
After this one, you'll be able to start with all sorts of normal classes for people your age." He said
with a smile. She eagerly sat down, and started writing rapidly across the page. In less then five
minutes she was done, and handed the papers to Dumbledore.
"Did I do well sir?" She asked sweetly
"Perfect..." Dumbledore said with shock "Just like all of the other ones." He walked out of her
room without saying another word, simply staring at the pages.
Geray lay back on her bed, and stared out at the falling snow outside. 'How?' she asked herself
as she fell into a sleep.
*~*~*
"Ron?" Said a groggy Hermione. He ran from the other side of the room and stood over her,
looking down into her honey eyes.
"Morning" he said with a goofy smile.
"What on Earth happened?"
"You nearly passed out in the common room after choking, and, you were babbling about
something. Madam Pomfrey did some tests on you while you were sleeping, and there is no
brain damage, so she kinda doesn't know what's wrong with you." He said rather quickly
"What do you mean she doesn't know what's wrong with me!" She said sitting up in her bed.
"She....I don't know..."he said with a sigh
"So...how long am I stuck here?" She asked with a heavy heart.
"Don't know....probably 'til she figures it out"
"Great" She murmured
"Is there anything I could get you?" He asked, trying to be of some help.
"Um.....a book?" She said smiling at him
"How did I know"
"You're good like that" She said smiling. Ron got up and left the room. He was helping her, and
anything he could do for Hermione right now, well, that was good. At least until she said
something that bothered him....
*~*~*
~I know what's wrong with you~ said the tauntingly evil voice that echoed through Hermione's
mind ~And I can help too, all you have to do is serve me~ it said slickly
'Don't you think I've seen these sorts of movies before?' Hermione thought to the thing in her
mind 'I am muggle-born, I know what will happen. I'll say yes, and I'll become your faithful
servant, murder all of my friends, and eventually bring destruction onto Hogwarts
~I shouldn't have picked the smartest witch in the class....~ Said the voice, under it's breath, that
is, if a singular voice as breath....
'Besides, I consider myself a good person.' Hermione though smugly
~Really?~ It asked cynically
'Yes!' She exclaimed. The voice had insulted her. She was starting to loathe it even more.
~What about the time you ran away from home when you were seven because your parents
wouldn't buy you that new school dress?~
'How did you know about that?' She asked in shock. Not that it was the worst thing in the world
to do, but the fact that a voice in her head knew, well, that was just odd.
~I'm in your head Miss on top of the class. Some people, just no common sense~ The voice
though exasperated
'Excuse yourself! I have a ton of common sense!'
~The how come you didn't figure that since I'm in your brain, I can see all of the things that have
ever been processed by your brain. Oh, and what about the time you needed money so badly that
you stole it from the jar in your parents room?~
Hermione didn't think a word. It was just borrowing!
~You deary dear, you are a lot more evil then even you can think. What about all of those times
you have broken the rules for Ron, and Harry?~
'But we were doing the right thing!!!'
~But whether your doing the right thing or not, it is a sin to go against the rules.~
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" Hermione screamed out-loud just as Ron walked into the room
holding a giant bok in his hands.
"Hermione? Are you feeling alright?" He asked, giving her an odd look
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Er....I brought your book" He said raising an eyebrow, and pushing the book over to her. He
didn't want to get to close, for fear she may rip his arm off.
She mumbled something as she took it in her hands.
"It's Hogwarts, A History. I thought it was your favorite, so I brought it down along with your
Ancient Runes book, and Arithmacy. I thought you might want to do something, or, yeah..." He
said slumping into the chair beside her, his long gangly legs sticking out all over the place.
"Thanks, I guess...."
"Hermione, are you sure you're alright?" He said leaning forward, and looking into her frightened
eyes.
"Um......" She though for a moment. Telling Ron would make her seem weak, she couldn't be a
helpless little girl in front of him. She was the only girl in the dream team of Harry and Co, and
she was automatically thought of as weak for being that way. How could she expose the truth on
that even more? "Nothing"
"Are you sure?"
"Er.......yes..." She said looking down at her hands, as she wrung them around.
"Do you want me to stay here?" He asked, hoping the answer would be yes
"Um....well, no Ron, go help Harry"
"With what?" He asked confused
"With the whole Geray thing....shit!"
"What Geray thing!" He asked feeling completely left out.
"Well...um..nothing, nothing at all, just go talk to him, I...Oh I feel a faint coming on!" She said
satirically
She fell back onto her bed, in an extremely dramatic position, and opened one eye to look at him.
He was standing above her, with his arms crossed, and an eyebrow cocked up. He sighed and
smiled, then turned and left the room.
*~*~*
Harry sat in the Library with his head in his hands. There was nothing in the whole damn place
that had any information that helped. So far he knew this. She was first taught by some sort of
Dark Wizard, and, her father's name was the same as the Father of Salazar Slytherin. Also, when
she first woke, she had wanted to know where North Castle was, and Hogwarts was supposedly
North Castle. And in the Book Draco had read, it said North Castle was Sytherin's castle.
It seemed to be, that she was related to Salazar Slytherin. But that wasn't possible. How could
somebody so good, be related to a jerk like that?
"Hey" said a voice from across the Library.
Harry Looked up, and pushed a piece of jet black hair from in front of his eyes. He snapped the
book shut, that was nestled in-between his Indian style legs in one of the comfy chairs in the back.
Ron came walking towards hm acting as if nothing had ever happened between them.
"First of all" He said as he sat down across from harry in another chair, " I would like to
apologize for being such a git the past few days. It was just..."
"What?"
"Well....I was on my way to ask Hermione out, and, well I thought you knew I liked her...and"
"I did."
"Yes, well, I thought that if you knew I liked her, and she liked Draco, and all of that crazy stuff,
that would try to keep Draco away from her, A, because he's evil, and B, because I liked
Hermione, and I know Draco likes her as well" He said letting out a giant breath of air, after
saying that all quite fast
"Well...I would have, but Dumbledore wanted us to work on this..project...see..and..." Harry said
being very uncomfortable, seeing that he wasn't supposed to tell him anything about it, but it was
Ron.... " Ok, here it is, don't tell Dumbledore I told you though. Do you remember that thing
that was brought into his office when we were having that prefects meeting?"
"Yeah..."
"Well...see...It had a person in it"
"Eww, how old was that thing!! Ewww" He said shuddering and squishing his face
"No, see, the person wasn't dead." Ron looked at Harry for a moment, then he continued. "See,
she had been put to sleep, you know, like that Sleeping Beauty story?"
"You mean the story of Bertha the Brute that some silly Wizards turned into a 'fairy tale' to get
rich?"
"Um...yeah...tell me about that one later..." Harry said confused
"Sure" Ron said off handedly
"Ok, well, she was in their, and Flitwick woke her from this primitive charm, and see, there was,
and well, she woke up..."
"Really?"
"Yeah..her name is Geray, she was the one we had with us the other day and yeah..."
"So, what are you doing about it?"
"Well, see, she said she was the first witch ever, and well, she had some really cool powers, and
well, it was just, yeah, and, yeah"
"Could you vague that up a bit?"
"Shut it"
After a moment of silence between the two, "Are we ok again?" Ron asked looking at Harry.
"Of course. I never wanted to be mad at you in the first place, but I guess you have two good
reasons to be mad at me" He said letting his head hang.
"I forgive you, none of it was your fault, nobody ever wants to disobey Dumbldore"
"Wait, don't we do it all of the time?"
"Yeah...well, I still forgive you" Ron said grining
"Ok, good." Harry said with a smile.
"Ok, now that I know what's been going on with you, I should tell you what's been going on with
me..." He said, a little bit ashamed for not letting Harry know about Hermione.
"What?" He said looking eager to know
"Well....Hermione is in the hospital wing"
"What!?!" He said jumping up from his seat, and starting to exit the room
"Wait Harry! Wait!!!!" He screamed grabbing his friends shoulder. "Listen to me, please" He said
looking into Harry's eyes. He could see how worried about her he was, "We'll walk and talk"
*~*~*
Draco sat alone in his common room. Outside he could see the snow. Falling...quietly...not a
sound....just, falling. He closed his eyes and let the bright light outside glow on his eye lids. He
sighed, and breathed heavily. Who was he? Who is Draco Malfoy, actually, what was Draco
Malfoy. He barely deserved to be considered a real person. His past was nought but tears, and
unhappiness. What happened? Where was his heart, his soul, his own mind? Had they been
taken, was he just a pawn? He didn't know anymore, He didn't know anything anymore. It had
been too long under his fathers tight hand, and now, he didn't know who he was. Was he really
anything?
He buried his head in his hands, and let a single cold tear fall down his cheek for his lost soul.
*~*~*
Geray sat in her room staring out onto the grounds, completely bored. There was a forest out
there, she could go do something there, and nobody would see her. She got up off of her bed,
and went to the wardrobe in her room She pulled a thick, gray fur lined cloak, and she swung it
over her shoulders. She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, and picked up a pair of gloves
as well, and placed them on her hands. She left the room with the invisibility cloak over her, and
walked down the stairs and finally out onto the snow covered grounds.
*~*~*
Draco, still in the cold common room alone, started to look out the window again, and saw a few
imprints into the snow. As if somebody had walked on it already. But then, he saw some more,
as if a person was walking, and couldn't be seen. Geray.
Now, there was someone as lost as him. She didn't know where she was, or anything about
anything anymore. It was as if her past was worthless, and somehow, Draco felt his was too. In a
quick instant he grabbed his black cloak, and ran down to meet her.
*~*~*
'Maybe I could find Quicksilver' Geray thought to herself as she walked along in the cold. She
trudged along a bit more until she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She gasped and spun around,
grabbing her attacker by the throat.
"Whoa!!" Yelled Draco has he fell backwards into the snow.
"Oh!" She said, as she dropped the cloak to the ground, and ran to help him up. "Oh dear, I am
ever so sorry" She said, leaning forward, and offering him a hand. He looked up at her with his
cold eyes, then smiled a smirk, and took her hand.
"Nice reaction" He said brushing some snow off of him.
"I am so sorry Draco" She said, helping brush some off of his shoulder.
"It's ok" He said a little sternly, holding up his hand. She stopped and back away, holding herself
very inwardly. "You should put that back on" He said coldly, glancing at the cloak on the ground
"Oh!" She said, dropping to the ground, and grabbing it, and through it over her. "Thank you"
Said a voice from nowhere. "I'm going to take a walk in the woods, would you like to come
along?" She asked sweetly
"Um..." Draco really didn't like the Forbidden Forest. Day or Night.
"You don't have to if your frightened" her voice said sweetly. Draco immediately took this as an
insult, and felt his bravery was under questioning.
"Of course I'm coming!" He said striding forward.
"Oh, well, maybe you should put this on as well, since I don't think that students are supposed to
be in there"
"Then how come you get to be going?" He asked her sharply, and crossing his arms, and leaning
back a bit.
"Well" She said, poking her face through the cloak, so it floated in mid-air "This used to all be
mine, and I know that forest better then the Groundskeeper" A smile floated across her face, and
a sparkle glimmered in her eyes, as she poked her face back in, and opened up the cloak for Draco
to get under as well. He stepped under, and they started walking. Draco felt much more safe now
that Geray was with him. Silly as that may be, but she must have known the grounds well, they
were hers.
They made their way into the depths of the forest, and she took the cloak off of them.
"I doubt they'll be able to see this far in" She said smiling at Draco, who was frantically looking
around. He looked back her way, and smiled, a tiny smile, as well.
They walked on, side by side, Draco looking back and forth quickly from side to side, and Geray
simply hopping over fallen logs covered with perfect white snow, and rivers frozen with the
winters cold. She grabbed at an icicle, and sucked on the end of it. Draco watched her, intrigued
at her internal beauty. She was a pure person, and her beauty was truly all emanating from her
heart.
"Where are we going?" He asked her as she hopped up onto a rock, and spun around on her toes,
then jumped back off.
"On a journey back into my memory" She said quietly, glancing off to the side, then falling into
him, and looking right into is eyes, centimeters from them. He backed up a bit, shocked from her
falling into him, and brushed himself off again. She laughed as she turned swiftly, her hair spinning
around her body, and then following her, as if it were a separate entity. She took flouncing steps,
her tiny feet, leaving odd patterns of prints in the snow. Draco simply walked behind her,
muttering about how cold it was, and kept his shoulders hunched, and his hands in his pockets.
Geray suddenly stopped, and Draco bumped into her back. She turned swiftly "Where is your
happiness?" She asked inquisitively.
Draco, shocked at the nature of the question, shrugged his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows.
"You aren't enjoying yourself" She said looking into his cold eyes. Then she gasped, and backed
quickly away from him. A shocked expression came across her face, as she stumbled backwards,
and fell into the snow. Draco, seeing this, went to help her up, and offered her a hand,
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!" She screamed.
Draco backed away in shock because of her odd reaction. She started to try to find a way up
with her hands behind her, but she never broke eye contact with Draco's cold steel. She
scrambled to her feet, and ran off, deeper into the forest, leaving Draco standing in the forest
alone in a clearing filled with snow, soft snow, falling around him, as he realized how lost he was
without her guidance.
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A few things, for those of you who have been reading this, I'm not truly back, I just needed to
write something different for once. Another thing, I had made Draco too nice before. He isn't
nice. He a jerk, and a person just can't change that quickly, so, I tried to bring back some of his
normal coldness, but I left some sort of feeling in there as well.
Another thing. For those who have read my previous chapters, I can't spell, I would like to
apologize, and please forgive me. I will not have as many typos ever again.
Stupid Mr. Gunnar, he gotten me and symbolism freakifyed, so, I started putting it in my own
writing. Curses.
Anywhoo, I shall stop blabbing now, and let you get on with the review. Thank you for picking
this story bac up, even after so long. :o)
~Grem
lovely jK Rowling. :o)
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Chapter 9
Geray sat alone in her room with a book in her hand. Arithmacy. She stared at the pages, and
started to jot things down with her quill as quickly as possible. Professor Dumbledore was to give
her a exam on it today. He said she was rapidly moving along, and in such a short amount of
time.
"Hello dear" He said as he stood in the doorway of her room. She turned and looked at the kind
old man, and gracefully got up and walked to him, curtsying when she got there. "No need my
dear" He said as he went to the desk and placed a piece of parchment there. "There is your exam.
After this one, you'll be able to start with all sorts of normal classes for people your age." He said
with a smile. She eagerly sat down, and started writing rapidly across the page. In less then five
minutes she was done, and handed the papers to Dumbledore.
"Did I do well sir?" She asked sweetly
"Perfect..." Dumbledore said with shock "Just like all of the other ones." He walked out of her
room without saying another word, simply staring at the pages.
Geray lay back on her bed, and stared out at the falling snow outside. 'How?' she asked herself
as she fell into a sleep.
*~*~*
"Ron?" Said a groggy Hermione. He ran from the other side of the room and stood over her,
looking down into her honey eyes.
"Morning" he said with a goofy smile.
"What on Earth happened?"
"You nearly passed out in the common room after choking, and, you were babbling about
something. Madam Pomfrey did some tests on you while you were sleeping, and there is no
brain damage, so she kinda doesn't know what's wrong with you." He said rather quickly
"What do you mean she doesn't know what's wrong with me!" She said sitting up in her bed.
"She....I don't know..."he said with a sigh
"So...how long am I stuck here?" She asked with a heavy heart.
"Don't know....probably 'til she figures it out"
"Great" She murmured
"Is there anything I could get you?" He asked, trying to be of some help.
"Um.....a book?" She said smiling at him
"How did I know"
"You're good like that" She said smiling. Ron got up and left the room. He was helping her, and
anything he could do for Hermione right now, well, that was good. At least until she said
something that bothered him....
*~*~*
~I know what's wrong with you~ said the tauntingly evil voice that echoed through Hermione's
mind ~And I can help too, all you have to do is serve me~ it said slickly
'Don't you think I've seen these sorts of movies before?' Hermione thought to the thing in her
mind 'I am muggle-born, I know what will happen. I'll say yes, and I'll become your faithful
servant, murder all of my friends, and eventually bring destruction onto Hogwarts
~I shouldn't have picked the smartest witch in the class....~ Said the voice, under it's breath, that
is, if a singular voice as breath....
'Besides, I consider myself a good person.' Hermione though smugly
~Really?~ It asked cynically
'Yes!' She exclaimed. The voice had insulted her. She was starting to loathe it even more.
~What about the time you ran away from home when you were seven because your parents
wouldn't buy you that new school dress?~
'How did you know about that?' She asked in shock. Not that it was the worst thing in the world
to do, but the fact that a voice in her head knew, well, that was just odd.
~I'm in your head Miss on top of the class. Some people, just no common sense~ The voice
though exasperated
'Excuse yourself! I have a ton of common sense!'
~The how come you didn't figure that since I'm in your brain, I can see all of the things that have
ever been processed by your brain. Oh, and what about the time you needed money so badly that
you stole it from the jar in your parents room?~
Hermione didn't think a word. It was just borrowing!
~You deary dear, you are a lot more evil then even you can think. What about all of those times
you have broken the rules for Ron, and Harry?~
'But we were doing the right thing!!!'
~But whether your doing the right thing or not, it is a sin to go against the rules.~
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" Hermione screamed out-loud just as Ron walked into the room
holding a giant bok in his hands.
"Hermione? Are you feeling alright?" He asked, giving her an odd look
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Er....I brought your book" He said raising an eyebrow, and pushing the book over to her. He
didn't want to get to close, for fear she may rip his arm off.
She mumbled something as she took it in her hands.
"It's Hogwarts, A History. I thought it was your favorite, so I brought it down along with your
Ancient Runes book, and Arithmacy. I thought you might want to do something, or, yeah..." He
said slumping into the chair beside her, his long gangly legs sticking out all over the place.
"Thanks, I guess...."
"Hermione, are you sure you're alright?" He said leaning forward, and looking into her frightened
eyes.
"Um......" She though for a moment. Telling Ron would make her seem weak, she couldn't be a
helpless little girl in front of him. She was the only girl in the dream team of Harry and Co, and
she was automatically thought of as weak for being that way. How could she expose the truth on
that even more? "Nothing"
"Are you sure?"
"Er.......yes..." She said looking down at her hands, as she wrung them around.
"Do you want me to stay here?" He asked, hoping the answer would be yes
"Um....well, no Ron, go help Harry"
"With what?" He asked confused
"With the whole Geray thing....shit!"
"What Geray thing!" He asked feeling completely left out.
"Well...um..nothing, nothing at all, just go talk to him, I...Oh I feel a faint coming on!" She said
satirically
She fell back onto her bed, in an extremely dramatic position, and opened one eye to look at him.
He was standing above her, with his arms crossed, and an eyebrow cocked up. He sighed and
smiled, then turned and left the room.
*~*~*
Harry sat in the Library with his head in his hands. There was nothing in the whole damn place
that had any information that helped. So far he knew this. She was first taught by some sort of
Dark Wizard, and, her father's name was the same as the Father of Salazar Slytherin. Also, when
she first woke, she had wanted to know where North Castle was, and Hogwarts was supposedly
North Castle. And in the Book Draco had read, it said North Castle was Sytherin's castle.
It seemed to be, that she was related to Salazar Slytherin. But that wasn't possible. How could
somebody so good, be related to a jerk like that?
"Hey" said a voice from across the Library.
Harry Looked up, and pushed a piece of jet black hair from in front of his eyes. He snapped the
book shut, that was nestled in-between his Indian style legs in one of the comfy chairs in the back.
Ron came walking towards hm acting as if nothing had ever happened between them.
"First of all" He said as he sat down across from harry in another chair, " I would like to
apologize for being such a git the past few days. It was just..."
"What?"
"Well....I was on my way to ask Hermione out, and, well I thought you knew I liked her...and"
"I did."
"Yes, well, I thought that if you knew I liked her, and she liked Draco, and all of that crazy stuff,
that would try to keep Draco away from her, A, because he's evil, and B, because I liked
Hermione, and I know Draco likes her as well" He said letting out a giant breath of air, after
saying that all quite fast
"Well...I would have, but Dumbledore wanted us to work on this..project...see..and..." Harry said
being very uncomfortable, seeing that he wasn't supposed to tell him anything about it, but it was
Ron.... " Ok, here it is, don't tell Dumbledore I told you though. Do you remember that thing
that was brought into his office when we were having that prefects meeting?"
"Yeah..."
"Well...see...It had a person in it"
"Eww, how old was that thing!! Ewww" He said shuddering and squishing his face
"No, see, the person wasn't dead." Ron looked at Harry for a moment, then he continued. "See,
she had been put to sleep, you know, like that Sleeping Beauty story?"
"You mean the story of Bertha the Brute that some silly Wizards turned into a 'fairy tale' to get
rich?"
"Um...yeah...tell me about that one later..." Harry said confused
"Sure" Ron said off handedly
"Ok, well, she was in their, and Flitwick woke her from this primitive charm, and see, there was,
and well, she woke up..."
"Really?"
"Yeah..her name is Geray, she was the one we had with us the other day and yeah..."
"So, what are you doing about it?"
"Well, see, she said she was the first witch ever, and well, she had some really cool powers, and
well, it was just, yeah, and, yeah"
"Could you vague that up a bit?"
"Shut it"
After a moment of silence between the two, "Are we ok again?" Ron asked looking at Harry.
"Of course. I never wanted to be mad at you in the first place, but I guess you have two good
reasons to be mad at me" He said letting his head hang.
"I forgive you, none of it was your fault, nobody ever wants to disobey Dumbldore"
"Wait, don't we do it all of the time?"
"Yeah...well, I still forgive you" Ron said grining
"Ok, good." Harry said with a smile.
"Ok, now that I know what's been going on with you, I should tell you what's been going on with
me..." He said, a little bit ashamed for not letting Harry know about Hermione.
"What?" He said looking eager to know
"Well....Hermione is in the hospital wing"
"What!?!" He said jumping up from his seat, and starting to exit the room
"Wait Harry! Wait!!!!" He screamed grabbing his friends shoulder. "Listen to me, please" He said
looking into Harry's eyes. He could see how worried about her he was, "We'll walk and talk"
*~*~*
Draco sat alone in his common room. Outside he could see the snow. Falling...quietly...not a
sound....just, falling. He closed his eyes and let the bright light outside glow on his eye lids. He
sighed, and breathed heavily. Who was he? Who is Draco Malfoy, actually, what was Draco
Malfoy. He barely deserved to be considered a real person. His past was nought but tears, and
unhappiness. What happened? Where was his heart, his soul, his own mind? Had they been
taken, was he just a pawn? He didn't know anymore, He didn't know anything anymore. It had
been too long under his fathers tight hand, and now, he didn't know who he was. Was he really
anything?
He buried his head in his hands, and let a single cold tear fall down his cheek for his lost soul.
*~*~*
Geray sat in her room staring out onto the grounds, completely bored. There was a forest out
there, she could go do something there, and nobody would see her. She got up off of her bed,
and went to the wardrobe in her room She pulled a thick, gray fur lined cloak, and she swung it
over her shoulders. She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, and picked up a pair of gloves
as well, and placed them on her hands. She left the room with the invisibility cloak over her, and
walked down the stairs and finally out onto the snow covered grounds.
*~*~*
Draco, still in the cold common room alone, started to look out the window again, and saw a few
imprints into the snow. As if somebody had walked on it already. But then, he saw some more,
as if a person was walking, and couldn't be seen. Geray.
Now, there was someone as lost as him. She didn't know where she was, or anything about
anything anymore. It was as if her past was worthless, and somehow, Draco felt his was too. In a
quick instant he grabbed his black cloak, and ran down to meet her.
*~*~*
'Maybe I could find Quicksilver' Geray thought to herself as she walked along in the cold. She
trudged along a bit more until she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She gasped and spun around,
grabbing her attacker by the throat.
"Whoa!!" Yelled Draco has he fell backwards into the snow.
"Oh!" She said, as she dropped the cloak to the ground, and ran to help him up. "Oh dear, I am
ever so sorry" She said, leaning forward, and offering him a hand. He looked up at her with his
cold eyes, then smiled a smirk, and took her hand.
"Nice reaction" He said brushing some snow off of him.
"I am so sorry Draco" She said, helping brush some off of his shoulder.
"It's ok" He said a little sternly, holding up his hand. She stopped and back away, holding herself
very inwardly. "You should put that back on" He said coldly, glancing at the cloak on the ground
"Oh!" She said, dropping to the ground, and grabbing it, and through it over her. "Thank you"
Said a voice from nowhere. "I'm going to take a walk in the woods, would you like to come
along?" She asked sweetly
"Um..." Draco really didn't like the Forbidden Forest. Day or Night.
"You don't have to if your frightened" her voice said sweetly. Draco immediately took this as an
insult, and felt his bravery was under questioning.
"Of course I'm coming!" He said striding forward.
"Oh, well, maybe you should put this on as well, since I don't think that students are supposed to
be in there"
"Then how come you get to be going?" He asked her sharply, and crossing his arms, and leaning
back a bit.
"Well" She said, poking her face through the cloak, so it floated in mid-air "This used to all be
mine, and I know that forest better then the Groundskeeper" A smile floated across her face, and
a sparkle glimmered in her eyes, as she poked her face back in, and opened up the cloak for Draco
to get under as well. He stepped under, and they started walking. Draco felt much more safe now
that Geray was with him. Silly as that may be, but she must have known the grounds well, they
were hers.
They made their way into the depths of the forest, and she took the cloak off of them.
"I doubt they'll be able to see this far in" She said smiling at Draco, who was frantically looking
around. He looked back her way, and smiled, a tiny smile, as well.
They walked on, side by side, Draco looking back and forth quickly from side to side, and Geray
simply hopping over fallen logs covered with perfect white snow, and rivers frozen with the
winters cold. She grabbed at an icicle, and sucked on the end of it. Draco watched her, intrigued
at her internal beauty. She was a pure person, and her beauty was truly all emanating from her
heart.
"Where are we going?" He asked her as she hopped up onto a rock, and spun around on her toes,
then jumped back off.
"On a journey back into my memory" She said quietly, glancing off to the side, then falling into
him, and looking right into is eyes, centimeters from them. He backed up a bit, shocked from her
falling into him, and brushed himself off again. She laughed as she turned swiftly, her hair spinning
around her body, and then following her, as if it were a separate entity. She took flouncing steps,
her tiny feet, leaving odd patterns of prints in the snow. Draco simply walked behind her,
muttering about how cold it was, and kept his shoulders hunched, and his hands in his pockets.
Geray suddenly stopped, and Draco bumped into her back. She turned swiftly "Where is your
happiness?" She asked inquisitively.
Draco, shocked at the nature of the question, shrugged his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows.
"You aren't enjoying yourself" She said looking into his cold eyes. Then she gasped, and backed
quickly away from him. A shocked expression came across her face, as she stumbled backwards,
and fell into the snow. Draco, seeing this, went to help her up, and offered her a hand,
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!" She screamed.
Draco backed away in shock because of her odd reaction. She started to try to find a way up
with her hands behind her, but she never broke eye contact with Draco's cold steel. She
scrambled to her feet, and ran off, deeper into the forest, leaving Draco standing in the forest
alone in a clearing filled with snow, soft snow, falling around him, as he realized how lost he was
without her guidance.
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A few things, for those of you who have been reading this, I'm not truly back, I just needed to
write something different for once. Another thing, I had made Draco too nice before. He isn't
nice. He a jerk, and a person just can't change that quickly, so, I tried to bring back some of his
normal coldness, but I left some sort of feeling in there as well.
Another thing. For those who have read my previous chapters, I can't spell, I would like to
apologize, and please forgive me. I will not have as many typos ever again.
Stupid Mr. Gunnar, he gotten me and symbolism freakifyed, so, I started putting it in my own
writing. Curses.
Anywhoo, I shall stop blabbing now, and let you get on with the review. Thank you for picking
this story bac up, even after so long. :o)
~Grem
