Hi everyone! I was trying to put this up earlier, but then I realized I coudn't because ffn had problems again. I hope it doesn't happen as much. Oh, and thanks Joyce for being such a good beta- your help is greatly appreciated! Anyway, I'm sorry for the delay of this chapter and expect the next one in a week or so! Please remember to review!
Oh yeah, I'm sorry for any typos, grammar mistakes, that stuff- i just don't have enough time to go back and check it over. If anyone wants to help, send me an email at adelswiftrider@hotmail.com. I'm also sorry if the chapters are too short- i'm working on making them longer ok?
On to the story!!
Dealing with Danger
by: Adel Swiftrider
"Ginny! Where have you been?" Harry demanded to know when she approached the team.
"I had something to do," she answered evenly. Harry glowered at her.
Thankfully, Madame Hooch blew her whistle to get their attention. "Now that Miss Weasley is here , we can start the game." The two captains stepped forward and shook hands. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and everyone ascended quickly into the air.
Ginny zoomed around and hit the bludgers towards the Ravenclaw players. Her broom, or rather Draco's broom, was quite fast- giving her an advantage.
Mabel was among the many students in the crowd. She cheered with the Gryffindors silently whenever they scored. She watched Ginny with excitement.
Suddenly, both bludgers had launched towards Ginny. She saw the one coming from the front, but she wasn't prepared for the one behind her. As she knocked the other aside, the one in back collided squarely with her skull in a sickening thud. The impact threw her off the broom and she fell headfirst towards the ground. But then she started to slow down in mid-air and she landed hard, but not as hard as anticipated.
Mabel had no idea what she'd done. When Ginny began to fall, the little girl had began to chant some sort of spell. Mabel didn't know what it did, but she was certain it was what caused Ginny to slow down.
The Gryffindor players landed quickly to get to their fallen player. Harry got there first- all events from the previous week forgotten as he cradled her limp body.
"Ginny," he croaked hoarsely, "Ginny!" She was unresponsive. He felt blood gushing from the back of her head.
Draco arrived, unsure of what was going on. When he saw Harry carrying Ginny off the field, he became alarmed. He rapidly cut over to Harry. "What happened?" he asked.
"It's none of your concern." Harry tried to push Draco aside. Draco stepped in front of him, preventing passage.
"She's my girlfriend. I deserve to know," Draco said in a low voice so only Harry could hear him. Harry remained silent so Draco did the only other thing left. He punched Harry.
Draco took Ginny
from a shocked Harry whose eye was beginning to swell as a result from
the blow. Briskly, Draco carried Ginny inside.
"No! Don't hurt me! Please!!!" A young girl, her face streaming with tears, was led to the middle of a chalk drawn circle surrounded by masked Death Eaters.
"Be silent!" A Death Eater stepped forward. "Tie her." The girl was bound to a wooden post, the wind blowing wildly into her hair.
It became deathly quiet all of a sudden.
"Master...," the same hushed tone echoed through the gathered Death Eaters.
"Is this the girl?" He hissed, extending a pale hand to touch her wildly blowing raven black hair.
"Yes master," a Death Eater to her side confirmed.
"Excellent...." He reached up and touched her face. "Soon.., your power, will be my power..." Suddenly he leaned in and bit her neck, drawing blood.
"AAAHH!!" she screamed in agony.
"AAAHH!!" Ginny's eyes flew open as she sat straight up in the Infirmary bed she'd been placed on.
Madame Pompfrey scuttled in to her room. "What?" she asked, alarmed. She looked around the room to see if anything was astray. The only thing she saw was a very shook up Ginny and an undisturbed, sleeping Malfoy at her side.
"Um...it was nothing," Ginny lied, "I just thought I saw something."
Madame Pompfrey clucked in disapproval before leaving the room.
Ginny, who'd caught sight of Draco, gently shook him awake.
He awoke a little bit later- sleep deprivation evident in his eyes. "Ginny," he said slowly, "How are you?"
"Fine," she answered.
"Sure?" he asked, looking a little more alert. "You look funny with that bandage on your head. Like the Mojo Jojo monkey from that muggle show- PowerFluff girls or something like that."
Ginny looked surprised. "You watch that show?"
"Mabel used to make me when we were stuck at her house over the summer," he answered, looking down at his shoes.
"I thought you hated muggles." Ginny looked at him curiously.
"I do. But they do have some things that are entertaining- in their weird, muggle way," Draco answered, shrugging.
Ginny giggled. "So how long have I been here anyway?"
"Three days," he replied, "You were hit quite hard by that bludger."
Now she remembered what had happened. She fignered her bandage slowly. "Is Harry still mad at me?"
"I wouldn't say mad...," Draco trailed. Seeing the confused look on her face, he hastily added, 'He's dropped by a few times to check up on you. Ron and Hermione were here earlier, too. Oh," he reached in his robe pocket and pulled out a small package, "Mabel wanted me to give you this."
She slowly took the package in her hands, wondering what it could be. It was solid and rectangular to her senses so she guessed it was a book. Quickly, she unwrapped the gift and stared in wonder. "A Talking Writer..." She turned to Draco. "These are so expensive!"
He shrugged. "Malfoys are rich." He loked over the book admiringly. "This is one of the latest models," he remarked, "Choice of color, font, size, and it's voice guarded. Only you can open it unless you program it to do otherwise."
"This is wonderful! I'll have to give Mabel a thank-you note." She fingered the gift. The book was colored entirely in green dragon hide and was bordered with gold scales. The Flourish and Blotts store insignia was inlaid on the back left hand corner.
"Draco?" she suddenly asked. "What do you know about Death Eater rituals?"
He hadn't been expecting a question like that since it was so far off from the topic of her new gift. He regained his composure quickly and answered. "Well, most of them have to be performed at certan times of the year according to the phasses of the moon, planetary alignments, that sort of thing. Som ecall for sacrifices. All of them are for power. He scowled. "Father wanted me to get the Mark. As early as this Christmas."
Ginny frowned. "You're not going to go through with it, are you?"
Draco shrugged. "It's quite likely. Especially since Father's so determined to make me the youngest Death Eater ever. If things were my way, I'd wait."
"So you want the mark?" she asked.
"In a way, yes," he replied, sounding aloof and distant. He glared at her disapproving look. 'I was raised by a Death Eater. It's the only way I know how to live. You can't just renounce the values you were raised with."He turned away, refusing to look at her.
"What if...," she paused hesitantly, "What if there was someone to help you?"
He turned and looked her in the eye. He saw faithfulness, courage, and most of all, love.
"I can't," he refused,
"I can't." He pulled away from her. "You don't deserve someone like me.
You deserve better." He looked up at the clock.
"I have to go. Get better soon."
"Draco wait," Ginny pleaded. "Does this mean we're breaking up?"
Refusing to look her in the eye, her nodded. "I think it would be the best for both of us. We'll just pretend nothing ever happened." He turned and exited quickly.
Tears gathered in
Ginny's eyes. "But I love you," she whispered to the silence. She
sat there, crying to herself and eventually fell asleep.
The young girl was alive, but barely. Her head was hanging forward while the only thing holding her up were her bound, bleeding arms. The only indication of her consciousness was her shallow breathing,
The largest cloaked figure stepped away from the girl, blood glistening on his lips. He pulled his cloak off to reveal his identity. "Master.." All the Death Eaters bowed respectfully.
"I am finally
back!" He tuend and Ginny could see his face. Voldemort. He cackled evilly
as the others present turned and smiled triumphantly.
Ginny's woke up abruptly. She lay still for a while, thinking of the dream. Finally, she reached for her Talking-Writer.
"Open," she commanded. My dreams are definitely not normal. I need to keep track of them and research more about dark rituals."
"Dear Journal,"
she began. She then proceeded to describe her dreams in detail for the
rest of the afternoon.
"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione crept up behind Ron in the Gryffindor Common Room. He was facing the fire, thinking intently.
"Ron?" She waved her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his trance.
He looked up at her. "I was just thinking. Ginny with Draco- it just doesn't seem possible."
"Ron, she's a big girl now. She can make her own decisions. Even if we don't exactly approve," Hermione argued.
"If Malfoy so much as hurts her feelings, it'll be my fist in his face," Ron growled.
Hermione shook her head. Then a sly smile slowly formed on her lips. 'I know something that'll take your mind off things," she whispered in his ear seductively. "Come."
The two disappeared
somewhere off in the Hogwarts castle, doing what most young couples do.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
It has come to my attention that your son has been seeing
the youngest
Weasley child. I believe that she is trying to get
information
about our Lord from him. I would advise you to put
a stop to their
relationship as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy's malicious grin grew as she attached themessage to her owl, Hades, and sent him off to the Malfoy Manor.
Soon you'll be
mine...
"The Mackled Malaclaw is a highly unlucky...," the teacher droned on as Ginny immersed herself in thinking about her dreams. For the past few days, Ginny had been unalbe to sleep for fear of her quickly intensifying dreams.
Draco watched her from the other side of the room, concerned. Even with the cover up spells, he could see the dark circles under Ginny's eyes. He shook off his worry and returned his attention to the teacher.
As she wandered off to her next class, she tried to identify the girl in her dreams. There were plenty of students with black hair like in her dream, but none seemed particularly outstanding. She'd guessed that the girl was fourteen in her dream, so she'd be a fourth year.
Ginny took carefully under considereration that it could be someone from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang as well.
"Ginny!" Ron drew her aside after searching desperately for her.
"Yes?" she asked, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Listen...," he started, shifting on his feet nervously," About Malfoy and that, I just want to let you know..." He looked into her expectant eyes. "I'm alright with you seeing him."
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Too late Ron," she answered, "There's nothing there anymore." She turned on her heel and left a surprised Ron gaping after her.
The topic of Draco still bothered her. They'd only been separated for a week, but to Ginny it had felt like years. And they still had to work on their project.
Ginny shook off
her thoughts and proceeded to go to Divinations.
Later that evening, Ginny had to meet Drao in the library to do some more work on their project.
As they sat across from each other, reading their reference books, the lights suddenly went out and they were left in darkness. A few shrieks were heard and Madame Pince tried to calm everyone down.
It was pitch black. Ginny tried the Lumos spell, but it was ineffective. Hearing something thud behind her, she jumped out of her seat and next to Draco.
Draco, who'd remained unaffected by the lack of lighting, was surprised when two arms wrapped around him. It was Ginny- he could tell by her sweet smell and small figure which was trembling with fear.
"D-D-D-Draco, I'm scared," Ginny told him.
"It's just the dark," he answered. "There's nothing there."
"Wrong!" A rough voice growled. Suddenly Ginny was pulled from Draco. She found her mouth being covered with a cloth and she promptly passed out.
"Father?" Draco whispered.
"You should know better that to consort with these types of girls," Lucius scolded fiercely, "Let this teach you a lesson."
Draco tried to feel around but there was nothing there. Then the lights came back on.
There was only one
problem. Ginny was missing.
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