A/N: DRACO IN LEATHER! I can't believe I'm doing
this....
Chapter Eleven
Leather, Lust, and Love
Ginny was struggling to stay awake the next morning
at breakfast. She hadn't gotten much sleep at all, considering when she
had finally started to drop off her mother had come in, woken her up, and
said that she and Mr. Weasley were heading back to London to discuss the
"Slytherin" incident. "You might need to come later," Mrs. Weasley had
told her, "to tell the Aurors who and what to look for."
She was definitely not looking
forward to that. At the moment, getting up and pouring herself a glass
of orange juice seemed horrendous task. Sighing, she stirred her oatmeal
around the bowl and looked up.
It was nearly ten and Draco
still had not come down. When Ginny commented on this, both Fred and George
lapsed into giggles.
"Probably trying to get the
pink out of his hair," George said, trying to control himself.
"Pink?" Ginny repeated.
Fred and George told them of
how they changed the pillows on Charlie's bed with one of theirs from their
joke shop. When Draco finally did come down into the kitchen, everyone
but Ginny was laughing hysterically.
Ginny was relieved to see that
his hair was its normal color.
Then she noticed something else.
His clothes. He was wearing leather. Black leather pants, regular
black shirt, and a leather jacket over that. Ginny couldn't help but stare
at his trousers. How did he managed to fit into them? They were obviously
Charlie's clothes, and Charlie had a very slim waist compared to Draco.
The leather was so tight it looked like another layer of skin.
Everyone had stopped laughing
and stared at Draco. He smirked at them all, and walked over to Ginny.
"Here's your necklace," he said, leaning down and draping the chain with
the Locator Ring around her neck.
Ginny suddenly didn't feel so
tired anymore. In fact, her heart pounded harder and her blood seemed to
rush faster. Draco had always been incredibly sexy, and she didn't think
it was possible for him to be any more appealing. She had been wrong. It
took all her self control to keep herself from grabbing his waist and kissing
him in front of everyone.
Draco was immensely satisfied
to see the look of both horror, shock, and anger on the remaining Weasleys'
faces. They obviously did not like the way Ginny was staring at him.
"Where did you find these?"
Ginny finally squeaked, and ran a finger down the arm of his jacket.
"In the dresser in my room,"
Draco answered breezily. "I figured since I didn't have any clothes to
wear, I would just borrow these. Hope you don't mind."
"Of course we mind," Ron snapped,
the first one to voice his feelings. "Those aren't yours - you could've
asked us first."
"Oh, I guess I should've," Draco
said, sitting down (How can he sit in those tight pants? Ginny wondered)
in the chair beside her. "How rude of me. I probably should have asked
to wear something that probably cost enough money to keep your family fed
for a year."
There was a loud scrap of chairs
across the floor as Fred and George both leaped from their seats. They
each grabbed the front of Draco's leather jacket and yanked him up as well,
then shoved him against the wall.
"Stop," Ginny said firmly, standing
up and trying to pry her brothers' fingers from Draco's collar. "You guys
know he's just trying to get to you. Just ignore him." She shot Draco a
glance that showed how annoyed she was with what he had said. He half smirked,
half grinned at hre.
"Get out of our house," Fred
said as he slowly let go of him. "You've worn out your stay."
"Let's go for a walk," Ginny
said, grabbing Draco's hand. She led him outside before she spoke again.
"Draco, honestly. Don't you think you could at least try to be nice?"
"I did try," Draco insisted,
pulling his hand from hers and walking slightly behind her. "Where are
we going?"
"For a walk, I told you," she
said. "I think we could use some time away from everybody, don't you?"
Draco frowned. He felt uneasy,
and he wans't sure why. Slytherin would've noticed he was gone by now,
and probably the first place he'd look was Ginny's house. So why hadn't
he come yet?
They walked for a few minutes
in silence. Draco was beginning to feel warm, considering he had on black
leather and it was very sunny out. "I don't want to walk anymore," he said,
and sat on a big rock nearby.
Ginny joined him, smiling. "You're
just like a baby," she told him. "'I don't want to walk anymore'. Honestly,
you sound like a two-year-old."
"It's hot," Draco complained.
Ginny's smile softened, and
she moved closer to him. "Then take off your jacket," she whispered, and
slid her hands underneath it. Gently she let it fall down his arms and
onto the ground, forgotten, as he turned to kiss her.
Once more all Ginny cared about
was Draco. The feeling of his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his
hands traveling up her back, around her shoulders, through her hair. She
gripped his shoulders and kissed him harder. Somehow, him being in leather
just made her want him more than she ever had. She pressed herself closer
to him, feeling his cool skin warm as he touched her. Tilting her head
back so he could kiss her neck, she opened her eyes and looked at the sky.
When she was with Draco, nothing mattered. Not even Slytherin. It didn't
matter that she could die tomorrow, as long as she had time with him, to
hold him.
Reluctantly, the moment had
to end. Draco, as always, was the one to break it off and move away. "We
should get back," he said emotionlessly as he put his jacket back on.
Ginny nodded and bit her lip.
Does he love me? she wondered for the fiftieth time. I can't
tell. I can't read him. One minute I think he does, the next minute he's
all cold and I'm not sure.
She held his hand the
whole way back, and they walked slowly. Neither of them spoke, but Ginny
felt like it was one of the nicest walks she'd ever had.
All the peace and serenity vanished
as soon as they walked into the house.
They came in through the back
door, which led into the kitchen, and found it a mess. The table had been
overturned, and most of the chairs had been battered to pieces. Pots and
pans were strewn over the floor along with various sorts of food items.
"Oh God," Ginny said, dropping
Draco's hand and jumping over a bashed up chair. She ran into the dining
room to find it in orderly condition. Draco right behind her, she then
dashed into the family room. It, too, was in ruins.
But she also found her three
brothers, Harry, and Hermione. They were chained to the wall.
Ron was the first one to see
her. "Ginny!" he cried.
They weren't the only ones in
the room. Ginny saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and Salazar
Slytherin came into the room. Ginny swallowed a cry of fear, and felt Draco
stiffen behind her.
"Hello again, Virginia," Slytherin
said, smiling slightly. "I was hoping I would find you here."
No one said a thing.
"Draco," Slytherin continued,
looking over Ginny's shoulder. "I am willing to forgive you, since I am
feeling unusually merciful at the moment, if you kill her right now. In
front of her family and friends. With this."
Slytherin reached into his robes
and produced a dagger with a sharp blade about a foot long. He tossed it
to Draco, the blade narrowly missing Ginny's face, who caught it.
Ginny was not afraid that Draco
would kill her. She turned to him, watching him inspect the dagger closely.
Kill Slytherin, she pleaded. Throw the knife at him. Kill him.
"Won't it be wonderful
to watch her die?" Slytherin said in a soft, persuasive tone. "Avada Kedrava
is so quick, there is no pleasure in it. You can't watch the person die.
Using that dagger you can watch them slowly sink to the floor in agony,
blood spilling everywhere . . ."
"Stop!" Hermione cried suddenly,
moving and rattling the chains that kept her bound to the wall.
Slytherin ignored her and kept
his eyes, which were bright with an insane light, on Draco. "Do it," he
continued softly. "Kill her."
Draco looked up slowly, and
stared at Ginny. She could not read his expression, and for a moment she
felt fear grip her heart. He's going to do it, she thought wildly.
He really is going to kill me.
He moved his gaze to
Slytherin. Then he said lightly, "No thanks."
And he heaved the dagger at
him.
What happened next was a very
big blur for Ginny. She remembered the look of shock on Slytherin's face,
and then a moment later it turned to triumph. In the blink of an eye, the
dagger had gone from sailing through the air to lodged in the wall behind
Slytherin, who had dodged it in the last moment.
He stared at Draco, an odd look
of glee on his face. "Say goodbye," he whispered.
At first, Ginny thought that
meant he was going to kill Draco. Before she could even begin to think
any longer, Slytherin whirled and grabbed the knife from the wall. Then,
it gripped in his hand, he strode over to her and Draco. Neither Ginny
nor Draco could've prepared themselves in time, and Slytherin raised the
knife and then plunged it into the middle of Ginny's chest, just below
her collar bone.
Her eyes went wide, and Slytherin
stepped back from her, grinning triumphantly. She heard her brothers screaming
her name, she heard the chains rattling, and she heard Hermione begin to
sob. All she felt was the searing pain of the knife in her chest. It was
so intense it she couldn't think. Her hands fluttered up to the knife handle,
and found it sticky with her warm blood.
Blood . . . it was everywhere
. . . in the tips of her hair, on the front of her shirt, dribbling from
her mouth down her chin, on her hands . . .
And slowly, Ginny sunk to her
knees, blinking to try and get the red from her vision. My blood,
she thought, so much of my blood. So much . . . .
A/N: Ooooooh, I know it's a cliffie, I just couldn't
resist ending the chapter here!!!!!! But before you go and flame me, think
for a minute. Would I really let Ginny die? I dunno . . . maybe . . . anyway,
I would really LOVE reviews and perhaps the next chapter shall come out
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