A/N: Please R/R
" Draco." Ginny whispered to him. Shivers went up his spine, as he struggled to not look at her. She bent over, trying to get eye contact, but he wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't show his emotions to her.
" What's going on?" she asked.
" What are you talking about?" Draco asked, his voice not convincing at all.
Ginny's eyes flashed with anger.
" You know what I'm talking about." He didn't answer.
" I still have no idea what happened that night, " Ginny continued, biting her lip. "And what's more, you're avoiding me."
Draco closed his eyes, which were barely visible under his bent head. He opened them again, and looked directly into Ginny's eyes. Ginny felt a tremor of hurt go through her. His eyes held no emotion. No love, no hurt, not even anger. It was like nothing had happened between them.
" What happened that night? Nothing. Someone played a joke on you, and I happened to be there. I saved your ass, nothing to it. And as for why I'm avoiding you? What reason do I have to follow you around, Weasley?" he spat sharply, his tone emanating a sense of hostility. Trembling in utter confusion and rage, Ginny took a step back, so very hurt.
" So, it's like nothing ever happened?" Ginny asked, her voice silently pleading.
" No, nothing ever happened." He sneered. With that, he stalked off, leaving Ginny there in the empty, drafty corridor, tears running down her cheeks.
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He wanted to die. How could he have hurt her like that? He had to. It was all for the best, he reminded himself. If only she knew… If only she knew.
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He threw in the last sorrowful item he had into his trunk. The walls around the room were empty, very much like his heart. The day was a cold bitter one. It suited him well.
" So, mate, I guess this is it." Blaise Zabini muttered, sounding very happy.
" Yea." Draco mumbled. He dragged his trunk down the stairs, and out of the cold, dark, Slytherin dungeons. So, this was the last day of his life. People were chattering excitedly, talk about new jobs and such. Some were crying, claiming that they would miss each other. Draco did nothing. He walked out of the castle without another moment to waste. As he got in the boat, gently rocking across the water, he looked back at the magnificent castle, never to return. He felt sorrowful. This place had given him happiness, and now, he was leaving.
' Be strong! It's just a stupid castle.' He tried to remind himself.
All too soon, the boat reached the edge of the lake, and students piled out, scurrying toward the Hogwarts Express. With a slight nod, he grabbed his trunk and made his way toward the scarlet steam engine, not looking back.
A flash of red caught his eye. He stopped in his tracks, watching the little red-head laugh with her friends, calling ' Goodbye!' and ' I'll see you next year!' He stared at her, his heart thumping painfully. She whirled around, looking directly at him. She walked over, her expression cool and as if she didn't care.
" So, guess this is the last time for you, eh?" she muttered, examining her finger nails. Draco merely nodded, not able to speak.
" Going to be like daddy are you? A nasty little death eater?" she snarled. Draco felt a part of his heart rip. She glared at him, secretly pleading him to say no. He found his voice and replied.
" Maybe. Yes." He answered curtly. Ginny pursed her lips tightly, her fist clenched, trying so desperately to hold back her tears. Nodding as best she could, she stomped away, her walking unstable. He was going to become one of them. After she had asked him not to. He didn't love her. She walked away for the last time, taking with her, Draco's heart.
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Draco smiled insanely all the way back home on the train. Yes, he was smiling. How wonderfully funny it was that he loved Ginny. How funny it was that he hurt her. How funny it was that he didn't have a heart any longer. How funny it was that it was torn apart by the Weasley. Yes, funny, isn't it? Insanely funny. So, funny, it hurt. It hurt like hell. It hurt more than anything imaginable. It hurt so much, he couldn't feel it. He couldn't breathe. Yes, it was hysterically funny. Ha. Draco kept smiling, reaching up to wipe something off his face.
"Ha, my eyes are raining…" Draco murmured, his voice cracking. Without another word, he threw his head back and laughed like a maniac, so deeply hurt, like nothing would ever, ever be ok. He was crazy. He was nothing without Ginny.
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" Young Malfoy, step forward"
Draco Malfoy stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear. Death eaters shot glances at him, wondering if he was crazy. Just a few days ago, this boy had been glaring at the Dark Lord.
" Why, are you so happy boy?" the man asked, slightly suspicious.
" Because this is the day I join you, my lord, to punish those below us." His smile never faltered, so perfect, it seemed fake. So perfect, it seemed like a smile of a maniac. He relaxed, knowing he did not lie, although not telling the truth either; he had gone somewhat mental.
" I see you have seen how good it is that you join me." He said.
Draco bowed in reply, his father sneering slightly. He had no idea what had made him son act this way, but surely it would earn him points from the Dark Lord.
" Now, let the ceremony begin."
Voldemort reached over to take Draco's arm, pushing up his sleeve to reveal his perfect skin.
" Look into my eyes." Draco did as he was told, his cold gray ones looking into the equally cold red ones of Voldemort. Slowly, the pupils of Draco's eyes shrank to nothing, so that they were a pool of gray. There was an odd ringing in Draco's ears, and he found it highly annoying.
Never breaking contact, Voldemort took his thumb, and pressed it onto Draco's arm. There was immense pain, but Draco did not cry out. It burned as the smoke rose from the area where Voldemort's thumb was placed.
Draco made no sound, only a slight hiss as the mark burned. Voldemort removed his thumb, and broke the trance. After Draco's pupils came to their normal size, he clutched his arm, his face screwed up in a pained expression.
" Now, my boy, you are my servant." Voldemort said, he eyes glowing redder than usual. Evil was on it's way to victory.
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A/N: R/R
