Author: Diamond Tears
Feedback: Please!!!
Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
(shamless self-promotion ) Hey, are you a Draco/Ginny fan and/or writer or even an artist?? Join my Yahoo! group... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/(shamless self-promtion )
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The Gryffindor common room was in an uproar. The Prefects had dissapeared into their dorms to talk about the news in secret and so the first years were sitting on the floor, listening to the older children speculate. Ginny had come out to see what the problem was and Elani had grabbed the end of her robe, fear written across her face.
"Ginny! The Dementors had escaped from Azkaban."
Ginny had reassured her, before hurrying off to find Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were sitting in the corner beside the prefects door, speaking in hushed tones. Ginny knelt beside them, listening for a moment before Hermione noticed her.
"Ginny, where were you during dinner?"
"I wasn't hungry, what happened?"
"They sent Dumbledore an owl during dinner to tell him that the dementors have escaped Azkaban!"
Harry looked slightly pale, "We thought if would happen after I saw Voldermort, end of our fourth year."
"I don't understand." Ginny whispered.
Harry shook his head, "Voldermort was going to get the dementors on his side, but they never followed him."
Ginny sat back. It had been her second year when the dementors had been at Hogwarts. The year that Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had dressed up like Demetors during Harry's Quidditch game. Ginny shook herself mentally, Malfoy, call him Malfoy. And why was she thinking about him anyway? He didn't have anything to do with anything.
"Let's go to the library, where we can discuss this in peace." Harry said softly.
Hermione nodded, "Let's."
She took Harry's hand and stood, Ron followed suit. "Why not come with us, Gin?"
They climbed out of the portrait hole and walked down the hall towards the library. It was dark and empty, Madam Pince having already left for the night. Ginny led them into the back, to the small table she used so often to study. They settled around it, Hermione sitting as close to Harry as she could get.
"What are we going to do?" She whispered.
Harry looked nervous, "Well, the demetors are out there, the Ministry should take care of them."
"But Harry," Hermione said softly, "What if they are out killing muggles? And what about the prisoners?"
Ginny folded her arms and watched Ron shake his head, "Not our problem." He said.
"Ron!"
"No, Hermione, he's right, we are here, and they are out there, this isn't our problem."
A silky voice came from the shadows, "That's where your wrong."
Ginny felt her insides tighen and her heart jump into her throat. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the sound of Harry's chair scrapping the floor. Harry was standing, Ron with him, looking past her. Ginny didn't move to see him, but she didn't have to. He was at her shoulder, his hands tucked into his robe.
"This is our problem, Potter."
"Get out of here Malfoy."
"But there are things you should know, weren't you wondering what took those demetors so long?"
"Yes." Harry said softly.
"Well, you can blame the Malfoys for that, or rather my father."
Draco slammed his hand down onto the table, watching Ginny jump. When his hand drew back an envelope sat there, and he waited as Hermione reached out and took it. She began to pull out the contents and look through them, her face growing pale. She handed the papers to Harry and Ron before looking at Draco.
"Those are from Muggle newspapers."
"Yes."
"The demetors?"
"Yes."
"They've been hunting Muggles." Harry said stiffly.
"Very good, Potter." Draco sneered, turning.
Ginny looked at the papers spread out on the table. All kinds of bodies being found, all over the muggle world. Draco was leaving, his robes flying behind him. Harry and Ron were sitting down again, comforting Hermione. Ginny rose and started after Draco. She could see him, walking slowly down the hall, hands at his sides.
"Malfoy!"
He stopped, but didn't turn. "Leave me alone."
Ginny changed her tone. "I'm sorry, Draco."
He turned around, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Ginny felt her breath catch in her throat. She didn't know if it was from fear or the fact that he was so gorgeous. He started to walk towards her.
"Why are you sorry? It was my fault." His voice was soft. Not the Draco she knew.
"I had no right to say those things about your famliy, or assume them about you." She looked down, not watching as he crossed to her.
"Yes, you did." His voice was almost in her ear. "I almost proved them to be true."
She shuddered. "How did you know, about those poor muggles?"
"Mother sent me the owl, she found the papers in my father's office."
Draco turned away, as if not wanting to talk about his family. He leaned against the wall, watching her. She wasn't moving, her head still down, her hair spilling over her shoulders. Then she was reaching into her bag, feeling around for something.
"I have something for you." She said softly.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "A hex?" He guessed.
"No." There was a slight smile in her voice.
"Then what is it?" The smirk was back on his face.
She pulled out a roll of parchment, "You can do whatever you want with it. I shouldn't have done it in the first place."
She held it out to him, trying to avoid looking at him. She watched him reach for it, his pale hand almost touching hers as he took it. Shivers ran down her spine. The roll was light, tied with a light pink ribbon. Ginny ran her hand along the strap of her bag, suddenly feeling as though she shouldn't have given it to him. She turned and walked away, picking up her pace the farther away she got.
"Good night Draco." She said softly, almost to herself.
He was staring down at the parchment, as if afraid to open it. But then he tore off the ribbon, letting it flutter to the ground. It was the drawing. The one from last year, the library. He looked at it, as if seeing it for the first time. At the bottom of the page was a little note, written in her smooth script.
//Draco,
This is yours, I shouldn't have drawn it, I'm sorry.
I know you don't want to be friends with me,
but maybe now we can stop being enemies.
Ginny//
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A/N: *sigh* I love Not-Evil!Draco... :)
And all the reviewers: You guys rock!!!!!! Thank for reviewing!!! I've gotten 40!!! woohoo!!
You want to review?? how sweet of you!!
Feedback: Please!!!
Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
(shamless self-promotion ) Hey, are you a Draco/Ginny fan and/or writer or even an artist?? Join my Yahoo! group... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/(shamless self-promtion )
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The Gryffindor common room was in an uproar. The Prefects had dissapeared into their dorms to talk about the news in secret and so the first years were sitting on the floor, listening to the older children speculate. Ginny had come out to see what the problem was and Elani had grabbed the end of her robe, fear written across her face.
"Ginny! The Dementors had escaped from Azkaban."
Ginny had reassured her, before hurrying off to find Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were sitting in the corner beside the prefects door, speaking in hushed tones. Ginny knelt beside them, listening for a moment before Hermione noticed her.
"Ginny, where were you during dinner?"
"I wasn't hungry, what happened?"
"They sent Dumbledore an owl during dinner to tell him that the dementors have escaped Azkaban!"
Harry looked slightly pale, "We thought if would happen after I saw Voldermort, end of our fourth year."
"I don't understand." Ginny whispered.
Harry shook his head, "Voldermort was going to get the dementors on his side, but they never followed him."
Ginny sat back. It had been her second year when the dementors had been at Hogwarts. The year that Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had dressed up like Demetors during Harry's Quidditch game. Ginny shook herself mentally, Malfoy, call him Malfoy. And why was she thinking about him anyway? He didn't have anything to do with anything.
"Let's go to the library, where we can discuss this in peace." Harry said softly.
Hermione nodded, "Let's."
She took Harry's hand and stood, Ron followed suit. "Why not come with us, Gin?"
They climbed out of the portrait hole and walked down the hall towards the library. It was dark and empty, Madam Pince having already left for the night. Ginny led them into the back, to the small table she used so often to study. They settled around it, Hermione sitting as close to Harry as she could get.
"What are we going to do?" She whispered.
Harry looked nervous, "Well, the demetors are out there, the Ministry should take care of them."
"But Harry," Hermione said softly, "What if they are out killing muggles? And what about the prisoners?"
Ginny folded her arms and watched Ron shake his head, "Not our problem." He said.
"Ron!"
"No, Hermione, he's right, we are here, and they are out there, this isn't our problem."
A silky voice came from the shadows, "That's where your wrong."
Ginny felt her insides tighen and her heart jump into her throat. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the sound of Harry's chair scrapping the floor. Harry was standing, Ron with him, looking past her. Ginny didn't move to see him, but she didn't have to. He was at her shoulder, his hands tucked into his robe.
"This is our problem, Potter."
"Get out of here Malfoy."
"But there are things you should know, weren't you wondering what took those demetors so long?"
"Yes." Harry said softly.
"Well, you can blame the Malfoys for that, or rather my father."
Draco slammed his hand down onto the table, watching Ginny jump. When his hand drew back an envelope sat there, and he waited as Hermione reached out and took it. She began to pull out the contents and look through them, her face growing pale. She handed the papers to Harry and Ron before looking at Draco.
"Those are from Muggle newspapers."
"Yes."
"The demetors?"
"Yes."
"They've been hunting Muggles." Harry said stiffly.
"Very good, Potter." Draco sneered, turning.
Ginny looked at the papers spread out on the table. All kinds of bodies being found, all over the muggle world. Draco was leaving, his robes flying behind him. Harry and Ron were sitting down again, comforting Hermione. Ginny rose and started after Draco. She could see him, walking slowly down the hall, hands at his sides.
"Malfoy!"
He stopped, but didn't turn. "Leave me alone."
Ginny changed her tone. "I'm sorry, Draco."
He turned around, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Ginny felt her breath catch in her throat. She didn't know if it was from fear or the fact that he was so gorgeous. He started to walk towards her.
"Why are you sorry? It was my fault." His voice was soft. Not the Draco she knew.
"I had no right to say those things about your famliy, or assume them about you." She looked down, not watching as he crossed to her.
"Yes, you did." His voice was almost in her ear. "I almost proved them to be true."
She shuddered. "How did you know, about those poor muggles?"
"Mother sent me the owl, she found the papers in my father's office."
Draco turned away, as if not wanting to talk about his family. He leaned against the wall, watching her. She wasn't moving, her head still down, her hair spilling over her shoulders. Then she was reaching into her bag, feeling around for something.
"I have something for you." She said softly.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "A hex?" He guessed.
"No." There was a slight smile in her voice.
"Then what is it?" The smirk was back on his face.
She pulled out a roll of parchment, "You can do whatever you want with it. I shouldn't have done it in the first place."
She held it out to him, trying to avoid looking at him. She watched him reach for it, his pale hand almost touching hers as he took it. Shivers ran down her spine. The roll was light, tied with a light pink ribbon. Ginny ran her hand along the strap of her bag, suddenly feeling as though she shouldn't have given it to him. She turned and walked away, picking up her pace the farther away she got.
"Good night Draco." She said softly, almost to herself.
He was staring down at the parchment, as if afraid to open it. But then he tore off the ribbon, letting it flutter to the ground. It was the drawing. The one from last year, the library. He looked at it, as if seeing it for the first time. At the bottom of the page was a little note, written in her smooth script.
//Draco,
This is yours, I shouldn't have drawn it, I'm sorry.
I know you don't want to be friends with me,
but maybe now we can stop being enemies.
Ginny//
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A/N: *sigh* I love Not-Evil!Draco... :)
And all the reviewers: You guys rock!!!!!! Thank for reviewing!!! I've gotten 40!!! woohoo!!
You want to review?? how sweet of you!!