Chapter 4
A Weather Phenomena (Subtitles- An Icy Summertime Mixture or CatalinaRose is running out of goofy weather reports.)
Disclaimer ( that pretty much sums it up right there.
A\Ns-Yes, its chapter 4\of It Depends on the Weather. Technically, I was gonna update my other stories, and possibly write a new poem before I updated this again, but I got lots of reviews (does Happy Lots of Reviews Dance) asking for an update, so here I am, a full two weeks ahead of schedule. Thank yous, Kudos, and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans to those of you who reviewed. I will be more than happy to send owls to anyone who wants to know when I update, but you gotta leave your email addresses! (Grins N Giggles) For any of you still reading this, here "CHAPTER FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"So?" Fred asked Madame Promfrey impatiently as she cast a spell on Draco that monitored his heart beat. "Mr. Weasley!" muttered Madame Promfrey her voice impatient, and very obviously distracted. "Why are you still here? I am attempting.to save a students life!" She bustled quickly off to her storing cabinet to get a heart strengthening potion for Draco. George came out from behind a curtain, his hand wrapped up quite well by Susan Bones, who was apprenticing under Madame Promfrey. Fred looked at him. "Did you hear her say anything about Malfoy?" George shook his head. "No more than you did. I tried to ask her, but she told me quite sharply that now was not the time for questions. I was hoping it wasn't that serious." "I better go get Gin." Fred said slowly, feeling a certain dread at how he knew his sister would react. "I need to go see Ang-" George began, stopping himself quickly at the reflexive look on Fred's face. "I mean, I need to go.to the bathroom." "Yea." Fred agreed listlessly. For a while there, talking about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and then in the anticipation and dread of the search for Draco, things had seemed back to normal between the two brothers. But now, at the very almost mention of Angelina's name, the betrayal and misery that had been hovering around Fred for over a week returned. The boy swallowed hard. His last thoughts on the matter of his brother occurred as he slowly climbed the stairs to the Gryfindor tower. It had felt good to forget, even for that short amount of time. Perhaps one day he would be able to think about 'Lina without a heavy heart. Perhaps one day he would even be over the whole ordeal. Fred knew that right now this was just talk, a distraction and not a real occurrence. But until that day, he told himself, I have to forgive him-them, both anyway. These were the words to his mother.to his brothers.himself.and Ginny. As difficult as it was not to think about his problem, he then pushed it out of his mind. The major trouble of now lay in the hearts of a dying boy and a hurt yet currently blissfully oblivious girl. George found Angelina in the dormitory, talking to Katie Bell, six large green shopping bags between them. He walked over to the two of them and quickly explained the dire situation, both pairs of eyes growing steadily bigger with the details. "Oh poor Draco!" exclaimed Angelina. "And Poor you and Poor Ginny!!" She looked tearful, and lightly kissed the bandage on his hand. She then grabbed at her purse. "Your going back down there aren't you? I'll go with you. Those poor kids!" George held out a hand to stop her. "No 'Lina I don't think that's a good idea." He said slowly. "Why on earth not?" Demanded Angelina George, having kissed her cheek, was already headed back out the door. "Several reasons." He called back. "Madame P. is already going postal over the no visitor thing. There's nothing you can do there right now. And.Fred's down there." Angelina sank back down on the couch. "Still having a hard time is he?" she asked softly. "Alright. I'll stay here with Katie. My love to Draco and Gin." George nodded, and was out the door, and Angelina turned to Katie, very teary. "I know I shouldn't be thinking about me.during all of this..." she sniffed. "But it's so.hard." Katie listened, her eyes concerned. "I mean, I could never -never regret.choosing George." Her eyes, though still teary, lit up ever so slightly just mentioning his name. "But Fred is very very dear, and I truly thought that we cared for each other and could never hurt one another. I NEVER WANTED TO HURT HIM." The tears spilled over in earnest this time and she paused for a moment before continuing, tears still coursing down her cheeks. "But I love George, Katie. So much that it hurts sometimes, and makes me dizzy." She began to sob into her friends shoulder. "I'm a horrible terrible person and I don't deserve either of them." She cried. Katie quickly masked her own feelings and switched into concerned friend mode. "You are not a horrible person 'Lina. You're human. Fred understands that, even though it hurts right now. And every thing will work out I promise." Angelina gave her friend a hug. "You and Fred should hook up." She said with a small smile. "Your both too sweet for words." For a split moment, all of Katie's feelings were evident on her face, but quickly masked before Angelina could read them. Katie laughed softly. "You know he want be ready for that for a long time." She paused thoughtfully. "And he'll never be ready for me." A long moment went by. "Do you think Draco will be alright Katie?" "Sure he will be." Fred found Ginny in the Gryfindor Common Room with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, playing Exploding Snap. "Ginny?" "Fred!" She looked up at his face and the color slowly began to ebb from hers. He sat down at her feet and took both her hands, partly to comfort her, partly to hold her down if need be. "Gin.George and I.we found Malfoy." He stopped, unsure of how to explain the particulars to her, and then decided to let Malfoy do that, if.no, when he could. He picked back up, his voice growing more and more regretful. "Ginny he tried to.kill himself." Ginny sat suddenly stark straight, her face gray. "Suicide." she whispered in a voice devoid of emotion, making no attempt to move. Fred attempted to give her a hug, but she would have none of it. "He's in the hospital wing." Said Fred finally. "You want me to take you down there?" Ginny shook her head slightly. "Excuse me." She said finally, attempting to get up, "I think I'm going to be sick." She swallowed convulsively. Fred gripped her hands more tightly. "No you aren't." he told her soothingly. "Now go wash your face and come down to the hospital wing." "Ok." She replied woodenly. She climbed the stairs toward the dormitory, and Fred turned back towards Ron, Harry and Hermione, who were starring at him, aghast at what they had heard. "Make sure she comes will you?" He asked them as he went back out the common room door.
Fifteen minutes later Ginny walked the passageways down to the hospital wing, he knees shaking slightly. Both Fred and George were sitting around a bed at the far end, talking in quiet voices. Madame Promfrey, though she had to wait a good hour more before she could do anything else for the young victim, continued to give the intruders sharp disapproving looks. It was then that Ginny got close enough to see Draco. He was lying there, on sheets that were as white as his face (with the exception of his cheeks, which were a crimson feverish color.) taking breaths that were so faint they could not be measured without the help of the strange object Madame Promfrey had hooked up to him. He looked smaller than normal, unusually young, and very frail, hardly the image of the boy who had broken her heart only a day before. Indeed, Draco looked so.well.dead.that something inside of Ginny snapped. She finished her trek to the far end of the hospital room at a run, rage, passion and grief burning in her brown eyes. Upon reaching his bedside, she flung herself on top of him and began to hit at him. "I hate you!" she cried, "you're nothing but a coward. A stupid coward! Sui- " She cut off her last sentence, the tears coming at a rush. "I hate you!" Fred had sat in shock for a few seconds at his sister's sudden outburst. It had already been established that Ginny tended to 'feel' things, even more strongly than the average person, but an outburst of this magnitude was very unlike her. The moment he reclaimed his wits he pulled her off the prone boy, her arms still hitting out at air. For a moment, this attack had not seemed to affect Draco, for good or for ill. He lay there, just like always. Ginny clung to Fred, afraid, sobbing into his robes. "I hate him. I hate him." She whimpered.
"He's awful." Fred told her "A bloody git." Agreed George, coming over and laying a hand on his sisters shoulder. "Insufferable." "And ugly too." Ginny's tears continued. "I love him." "I know." Fred whispered. "Do you think Madam Promfrey.will be.able to save him?" Ginny choked out. "Hell yes." Said George, stronger than he felt. "Of course." Fred told her. And that was when it happened. A soft beeping noise filled the room, growing steadily louder. And Ginny didn't need to hear everyone else in the wing fall silent, or feel Fred and George tense up, or see Madame Promfrey run out of her office to know what had happened. Draco's heart had stopped. (A\N- And I thought, why not end it here.but I was afraid, so I continue on.) Madame Promfrey, skilled MediWitch that she was, magiced the curtain around Draco closed, with out missing a beat. The three Weasleys sat outside it, with bated breath. Occasionally Ginny whimpered, but that was the only sound besides the beeping. Every second it continued built up on their minds. Ginny felt sure that if something didn't happen right that second she was going to spontaneously combust. That was when the beeping suddenly ceased, and Madame Promfrey came back out, looking slightly triumphant. " I think he's going to make it. We won't know until tomorrow of course, but," she smiled reassuringly at the three teens. "Things are looking up." Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was still lost in his own little world of agony, darkness and confusion. ~*~*~*~*~*~*Flash Back~*~**~*~~*
He had gone out to the grounds after breakfast, to the break he knew existed, (his father had put it there after all) knowing what he was going to do. Being pushed around by his father had driven him there, but the way Ginny looked at breakfast had been the last straw. It took him only moments to cast the spell, "Cruacius kcommah" This spell was an old and (obviously) deadly form of the Cruacius curse. It was twice as painful, but had not been given the title of "unforgivable." Because it lacked the title, it had been popular for a while during Voldemort's reign of Terror, but died out almost completely b\c it had a tendency to kill both the caster and the receiver, and could not be used to find out information. Draco stood looking at the hammock for a moment, thinking of Ginny, and of how he would never have his own life, because he would never be out from under his father's (and therefore the Dark Lord's) thumb. Then he dove into the hammock. The result was immediate, the pain immeasurable. It was as if Draco had suddenly been sliced open, and then thrown into Molten lava. He moaned, but did not know it. Tears streamed down his cheeks but he could not feel them. Then the world went black, but the pain only grew stronger. The fire was now joined with ice, but not to give relief. It was a sharp ice, biting at him, icicles forcing there was down through his veins, stabbing at his heart. He screamed, but there was no one around to hear him. He'd spend another hour like this before George and Fred found him. 60 more minutes before they'd banish the Cruacius part of the curse, and allow him to slip into blessed oblivion. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~* And now Draco was slowly coming back. Most of the fire had left him, leaving him with a low-grade fever only, but the ice was still there, and though it was slowly beginning to ebb, it was still plenty painful. He felt a tight pressure on his hand, and was surprised to find that instead of adding to the pain, it continued to push it away. Though he still could not see, he knew without a doubt that it was Ginny. Maybe, just maybe, something would work out for him after all.
A\N---and that's the end of chapter 4. Hope you enjoyed it. It's come to my attention this thing isn't formatting right, so I hope you guys can read this. Please read and review and let me know what you think! (I didn't leave anything out did I?) See you in two weeks. (Cough) Plugs-If you want more Draco\Ginny, check out Whatever you Want More of a R\Hr or H\Hr person? Try Borrowed Hearts. (Both can be found on my page ( ) For something different, try the original novel, "The Musketeers" by angel, who can be found in my fav. Authors.
Much Love and MORE!
~CR~
A Weather Phenomena (Subtitles- An Icy Summertime Mixture or CatalinaRose is running out of goofy weather reports.)
Disclaimer ( that pretty much sums it up right there.
A\Ns-Yes, its chapter 4\of It Depends on the Weather. Technically, I was gonna update my other stories, and possibly write a new poem before I updated this again, but I got lots of reviews (does Happy Lots of Reviews Dance) asking for an update, so here I am, a full two weeks ahead of schedule. Thank yous, Kudos, and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans to those of you who reviewed. I will be more than happy to send owls to anyone who wants to know when I update, but you gotta leave your email addresses! (Grins N Giggles) For any of you still reading this, here "CHAPTER FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"So?" Fred asked Madame Promfrey impatiently as she cast a spell on Draco that monitored his heart beat. "Mr. Weasley!" muttered Madame Promfrey her voice impatient, and very obviously distracted. "Why are you still here? I am attempting.to save a students life!" She bustled quickly off to her storing cabinet to get a heart strengthening potion for Draco. George came out from behind a curtain, his hand wrapped up quite well by Susan Bones, who was apprenticing under Madame Promfrey. Fred looked at him. "Did you hear her say anything about Malfoy?" George shook his head. "No more than you did. I tried to ask her, but she told me quite sharply that now was not the time for questions. I was hoping it wasn't that serious." "I better go get Gin." Fred said slowly, feeling a certain dread at how he knew his sister would react. "I need to go see Ang-" George began, stopping himself quickly at the reflexive look on Fred's face. "I mean, I need to go.to the bathroom." "Yea." Fred agreed listlessly. For a while there, talking about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and then in the anticipation and dread of the search for Draco, things had seemed back to normal between the two brothers. But now, at the very almost mention of Angelina's name, the betrayal and misery that had been hovering around Fred for over a week returned. The boy swallowed hard. His last thoughts on the matter of his brother occurred as he slowly climbed the stairs to the Gryfindor tower. It had felt good to forget, even for that short amount of time. Perhaps one day he would be able to think about 'Lina without a heavy heart. Perhaps one day he would even be over the whole ordeal. Fred knew that right now this was just talk, a distraction and not a real occurrence. But until that day, he told himself, I have to forgive him-them, both anyway. These were the words to his mother.to his brothers.himself.and Ginny. As difficult as it was not to think about his problem, he then pushed it out of his mind. The major trouble of now lay in the hearts of a dying boy and a hurt yet currently blissfully oblivious girl. George found Angelina in the dormitory, talking to Katie Bell, six large green shopping bags between them. He walked over to the two of them and quickly explained the dire situation, both pairs of eyes growing steadily bigger with the details. "Oh poor Draco!" exclaimed Angelina. "And Poor you and Poor Ginny!!" She looked tearful, and lightly kissed the bandage on his hand. She then grabbed at her purse. "Your going back down there aren't you? I'll go with you. Those poor kids!" George held out a hand to stop her. "No 'Lina I don't think that's a good idea." He said slowly. "Why on earth not?" Demanded Angelina George, having kissed her cheek, was already headed back out the door. "Several reasons." He called back. "Madame P. is already going postal over the no visitor thing. There's nothing you can do there right now. And.Fred's down there." Angelina sank back down on the couch. "Still having a hard time is he?" she asked softly. "Alright. I'll stay here with Katie. My love to Draco and Gin." George nodded, and was out the door, and Angelina turned to Katie, very teary. "I know I shouldn't be thinking about me.during all of this..." she sniffed. "But it's so.hard." Katie listened, her eyes concerned. "I mean, I could never -never regret.choosing George." Her eyes, though still teary, lit up ever so slightly just mentioning his name. "But Fred is very very dear, and I truly thought that we cared for each other and could never hurt one another. I NEVER WANTED TO HURT HIM." The tears spilled over in earnest this time and she paused for a moment before continuing, tears still coursing down her cheeks. "But I love George, Katie. So much that it hurts sometimes, and makes me dizzy." She began to sob into her friends shoulder. "I'm a horrible terrible person and I don't deserve either of them." She cried. Katie quickly masked her own feelings and switched into concerned friend mode. "You are not a horrible person 'Lina. You're human. Fred understands that, even though it hurts right now. And every thing will work out I promise." Angelina gave her friend a hug. "You and Fred should hook up." She said with a small smile. "Your both too sweet for words." For a split moment, all of Katie's feelings were evident on her face, but quickly masked before Angelina could read them. Katie laughed softly. "You know he want be ready for that for a long time." She paused thoughtfully. "And he'll never be ready for me." A long moment went by. "Do you think Draco will be alright Katie?" "Sure he will be." Fred found Ginny in the Gryfindor Common Room with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, playing Exploding Snap. "Ginny?" "Fred!" She looked up at his face and the color slowly began to ebb from hers. He sat down at her feet and took both her hands, partly to comfort her, partly to hold her down if need be. "Gin.George and I.we found Malfoy." He stopped, unsure of how to explain the particulars to her, and then decided to let Malfoy do that, if.no, when he could. He picked back up, his voice growing more and more regretful. "Ginny he tried to.kill himself." Ginny sat suddenly stark straight, her face gray. "Suicide." she whispered in a voice devoid of emotion, making no attempt to move. Fred attempted to give her a hug, but she would have none of it. "He's in the hospital wing." Said Fred finally. "You want me to take you down there?" Ginny shook her head slightly. "Excuse me." She said finally, attempting to get up, "I think I'm going to be sick." She swallowed convulsively. Fred gripped her hands more tightly. "No you aren't." he told her soothingly. "Now go wash your face and come down to the hospital wing." "Ok." She replied woodenly. She climbed the stairs toward the dormitory, and Fred turned back towards Ron, Harry and Hermione, who were starring at him, aghast at what they had heard. "Make sure she comes will you?" He asked them as he went back out the common room door.
Fifteen minutes later Ginny walked the passageways down to the hospital wing, he knees shaking slightly. Both Fred and George were sitting around a bed at the far end, talking in quiet voices. Madame Promfrey, though she had to wait a good hour more before she could do anything else for the young victim, continued to give the intruders sharp disapproving looks. It was then that Ginny got close enough to see Draco. He was lying there, on sheets that were as white as his face (with the exception of his cheeks, which were a crimson feverish color.) taking breaths that were so faint they could not be measured without the help of the strange object Madame Promfrey had hooked up to him. He looked smaller than normal, unusually young, and very frail, hardly the image of the boy who had broken her heart only a day before. Indeed, Draco looked so.well.dead.that something inside of Ginny snapped. She finished her trek to the far end of the hospital room at a run, rage, passion and grief burning in her brown eyes. Upon reaching his bedside, she flung herself on top of him and began to hit at him. "I hate you!" she cried, "you're nothing but a coward. A stupid coward! Sui- " She cut off her last sentence, the tears coming at a rush. "I hate you!" Fred had sat in shock for a few seconds at his sister's sudden outburst. It had already been established that Ginny tended to 'feel' things, even more strongly than the average person, but an outburst of this magnitude was very unlike her. The moment he reclaimed his wits he pulled her off the prone boy, her arms still hitting out at air. For a moment, this attack had not seemed to affect Draco, for good or for ill. He lay there, just like always. Ginny clung to Fred, afraid, sobbing into his robes. "I hate him. I hate him." She whimpered.
"He's awful." Fred told her "A bloody git." Agreed George, coming over and laying a hand on his sisters shoulder. "Insufferable." "And ugly too." Ginny's tears continued. "I love him." "I know." Fred whispered. "Do you think Madam Promfrey.will be.able to save him?" Ginny choked out. "Hell yes." Said George, stronger than he felt. "Of course." Fred told her. And that was when it happened. A soft beeping noise filled the room, growing steadily louder. And Ginny didn't need to hear everyone else in the wing fall silent, or feel Fred and George tense up, or see Madame Promfrey run out of her office to know what had happened. Draco's heart had stopped. (A\N- And I thought, why not end it here.but I was afraid, so I continue on.) Madame Promfrey, skilled MediWitch that she was, magiced the curtain around Draco closed, with out missing a beat. The three Weasleys sat outside it, with bated breath. Occasionally Ginny whimpered, but that was the only sound besides the beeping. Every second it continued built up on their minds. Ginny felt sure that if something didn't happen right that second she was going to spontaneously combust. That was when the beeping suddenly ceased, and Madame Promfrey came back out, looking slightly triumphant. " I think he's going to make it. We won't know until tomorrow of course, but," she smiled reassuringly at the three teens. "Things are looking up." Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was still lost in his own little world of agony, darkness and confusion. ~*~*~*~*~*~*Flash Back~*~**~*~~*
He had gone out to the grounds after breakfast, to the break he knew existed, (his father had put it there after all) knowing what he was going to do. Being pushed around by his father had driven him there, but the way Ginny looked at breakfast had been the last straw. It took him only moments to cast the spell, "Cruacius kcommah" This spell was an old and (obviously) deadly form of the Cruacius curse. It was twice as painful, but had not been given the title of "unforgivable." Because it lacked the title, it had been popular for a while during Voldemort's reign of Terror, but died out almost completely b\c it had a tendency to kill both the caster and the receiver, and could not be used to find out information. Draco stood looking at the hammock for a moment, thinking of Ginny, and of how he would never have his own life, because he would never be out from under his father's (and therefore the Dark Lord's) thumb. Then he dove into the hammock. The result was immediate, the pain immeasurable. It was as if Draco had suddenly been sliced open, and then thrown into Molten lava. He moaned, but did not know it. Tears streamed down his cheeks but he could not feel them. Then the world went black, but the pain only grew stronger. The fire was now joined with ice, but not to give relief. It was a sharp ice, biting at him, icicles forcing there was down through his veins, stabbing at his heart. He screamed, but there was no one around to hear him. He'd spend another hour like this before George and Fred found him. 60 more minutes before they'd banish the Cruacius part of the curse, and allow him to slip into blessed oblivion. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~* And now Draco was slowly coming back. Most of the fire had left him, leaving him with a low-grade fever only, but the ice was still there, and though it was slowly beginning to ebb, it was still plenty painful. He felt a tight pressure on his hand, and was surprised to find that instead of adding to the pain, it continued to push it away. Though he still could not see, he knew without a doubt that it was Ginny. Maybe, just maybe, something would work out for him after all.
A\N---and that's the end of chapter 4. Hope you enjoyed it. It's come to my attention this thing isn't formatting right, so I hope you guys can read this. Please read and review and let me know what you think! (I didn't leave anything out did I?) See you in two weeks. (Cough) Plugs-If you want more Draco\Ginny, check out Whatever you Want More of a R\Hr or H\Hr person? Try Borrowed Hearts. (Both can be found on my page ( ) For something different, try the original novel, "The Musketeers" by angel, who can be found in my fav. Authors.
Much Love and MORE!
~CR~