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... :(
*cough*GO HERE!!!!*cough* http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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The portrait of the "Fat Lady" swung shut behind her and Ginny closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and let the sounds of the common room fade from her mind. The Gryffindor's hadn't been in such an uproar since they won the Qudditch cup in Harry's third year. Only this time it wasn't because they were celebrating.
The first years were up in arms, some crying, others yelling, none of them understanding the news. Several second and third year students were following Hemione around, helping her calm the first years. Harry and Ron had retreated to the boy's dorm to talk about the Dementors and as soon as Ginny had stepped into the common room Elani had thrown her arms around her and cried.
Ginny opened her eyes and headed down the stairs. The news was surprising, and all the students were talking about it. Portrait holes opened and sound poured out into the hallways, words echoing all around her. She made to the Great Hall and stood outside the door, watching the house elves work. They were clearing away the dishes from breakfast, sweeping up parchement from the morning's owl post.
"What are you doing out here, Weasley?"
Ginny jumped and turned, "Thinking, you?"
Draco pulled away from the wall and walked to her side. "Looking for you."
"Why?" Ginny turned back to watch the house elves, her heart pounding suddenly.
"Elani came to the Slytherin common room and insisted I help her find you."
Ginny stared at him. He smirked.
"She stood outside and fought with Pansy until I came out."
Ginny looked at him in surprise, worry flowing through her voice. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah, I sent her back to Granger, told her I would find you."
Ginny shook her head, trying to clear away the thoughts. "Thank you."
Draco shrugged smoothly. The house elves were fading into the walls, the Great Hall sparkling with clean dishes. The tables were covered in tablecloths of the house colors and a large "Hogwarts" banner was hung above the teachers table. Carved pumpkins lined the tables and the floor, their wide tooth grins slightly disturbing.
"Are you upset about it?" Draco raised his hand, as if speaking about the entire world.
"No, Ron and I were staying for the holidays anyways. But poor Elani..." She trailed off.
"Dumbledore is right. It's safer for us all, here. Not out there where Dementors are killing left and right."
"I know. He's doing this to protect us." Ginny turned around, "I'd better get back."
Draco nodded, "Tell Granger the Prefects are meeting just before lunch. She needs to be there."
Ginny nodded, heading back towards the Gryffindor Tower. She climbed the stairs and stood outside the portrait hole. She was scared. In her mind she saw Ron's face, so pale that his freckles seemed to have dissapeared into his skin. She could still see Hermione, reaching for Harry's hand and she could feel the cold silence that had followed Dumbledore's words. Then the explosion of hundreds of voices.
"Sweetie? Are you gonna go in, or are you just gonna stand there?" The Fat Lady was smiling at her.
"I think I'll go in," Ginny said softly, muttering the password.
"Ginny!" Elani ran across the common room, hugging Ginny as hard as she could. "We didn't know where you were!"
Ginny smoothed Elani's hair with one hand, "I know, Draco told me."
Elani let her go and beamed, "I knew he would."
Ginny took Elani's hand and headed back towards Hermione, her mind wandering around Draco. He was walking down the hall, towards the Slytherin common room, his hands jammed into his pockets. His mind was a whirl, wondering if this had something to do with his father and the Death Eaters and Voldermort. Then he said to himself, Of course it does. Events were covered in the stench of the Dark Lord. And his father was probably out in the thick of it.
Draco's hand reached for his upper arm. A spot that would eventually bear the mark of Voldermort. No matter what Draco wanted, his father would force the dark mark onto him. He was the son of a Malfoy. The only son of Lucius Malfoy. He had to follow in the family footsteps. Honor the Malfoy name.
His mother had already bought him more time than Crabbe or Goyle had. They took their marks the end of fifth year. Draco shook his head, clearing away the fog that was settling. There was more to this than met the eye. That was why Dumbledore was keeping them at Hogwarts. There had to be something. Another piece that he was missing. If only he could find it.
Draco checked his watch and cursed under his breath, he was about to be late for the Prefect meeting. Turning, he headed back the way he came to the Great Hall. Hermione was already standing there, with the Prefect from Hufflepuff. The Ravenclaw prefect was no where in sight. Hermione looked at him with considerable disdain, wondering what Elani or Ginny saw him.
Ginny knew exactly what Elani saw in him. He was smart, funny and he was nice to her and mean to the rest of the world. Her hands braided Elani's hair, her mind a million miles away. What was he doing? What was he thinking? And why did she get the feeling that he knew more than he was saying?
She scolded herself. This was something for Harry to take care of, he was the hero. He would solve the puzzle at the last second and everything would turn out all right. Like it always had, like it always would. In that way everything stayed the same, Harry would always save the day and he would always thwart what Voldermort had up his sleeve.
So why was she so scared?
She finished Elani's braid, twisting the end of it around her finger, the smooth blond strands like silk against her skin. Ginny wondered if Draco's hair was as soft, then she shook off the thought. She stood up and glanced at her watch seeing it was almost time for the feast. Ron and Harry were whispering in the corner beside the fire place, Ron's face pale and Harry's green eyes flashing. Elani was looking up at her, watching.
"Do you love him?"
Ginny smiled, "I never loved Harry."
"I didn't mean Harry."
"Who did you mean?"
"I meant Draco," Elani's voice was soft.
Ginny looked at Harry for a moment longer, her mind spinning. Love Draco? Of all the crazy things for Elani to think, that took the prize. But why wouldn't her mouth just open and scream out the word that was bouncing around inside her? *No* Of course she didn't love him. She couldn't. It was insane, it was outrageus. But she couldn't deny it. She looked at Elani.
"I don't know."
"How can you not know?"
"I shouldn't love him. I don't want to. But I can't stop myself."
"So you do?" Hope was coloring her voice.
"I might." Ginny clarified. Elani looked dissapointed, "What would it matter anyway?"
"He likes you." Elani answered, as if it was obvious.
"He's a Malfoy, he doesn't like any one."
"Except you."
Ginny looked away.
"He talks about you all the time." Elani pressed.
"When do you talk to him?"
"After lunch some days, when your in Charms."
Ginny nodded, but didn't answer.
"He likes you, he always asks questions, he wants to know how you feel about him."
"What do you tell him?" Ginny's heart wouldn't be still.
"That I don't know, but that I'll ask." There was a pause.
"And what will you tell him now?" Ginny finally looked down at her.
Elani smiled, "That there is hope."
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All right... :) What does everyone think?? That one was a lot longer than the last one... :)
and next is what happens on Halloween night... woohoo!! :)
"Gimme an R-E-V-I-E-W!! What's that spell?? REVIEW!!" -- Cheerleader!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... :(
*cough*GO HERE!!!!*cough* http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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The portrait of the "Fat Lady" swung shut behind her and Ginny closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and let the sounds of the common room fade from her mind. The Gryffindor's hadn't been in such an uproar since they won the Qudditch cup in Harry's third year. Only this time it wasn't because they were celebrating.
The first years were up in arms, some crying, others yelling, none of them understanding the news. Several second and third year students were following Hemione around, helping her calm the first years. Harry and Ron had retreated to the boy's dorm to talk about the Dementors and as soon as Ginny had stepped into the common room Elani had thrown her arms around her and cried.
Ginny opened her eyes and headed down the stairs. The news was surprising, and all the students were talking about it. Portrait holes opened and sound poured out into the hallways, words echoing all around her. She made to the Great Hall and stood outside the door, watching the house elves work. They were clearing away the dishes from breakfast, sweeping up parchement from the morning's owl post.
"What are you doing out here, Weasley?"
Ginny jumped and turned, "Thinking, you?"
Draco pulled away from the wall and walked to her side. "Looking for you."
"Why?" Ginny turned back to watch the house elves, her heart pounding suddenly.
"Elani came to the Slytherin common room and insisted I help her find you."
Ginny stared at him. He smirked.
"She stood outside and fought with Pansy until I came out."
Ginny looked at him in surprise, worry flowing through her voice. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah, I sent her back to Granger, told her I would find you."
Ginny shook her head, trying to clear away the thoughts. "Thank you."
Draco shrugged smoothly. The house elves were fading into the walls, the Great Hall sparkling with clean dishes. The tables were covered in tablecloths of the house colors and a large "Hogwarts" banner was hung above the teachers table. Carved pumpkins lined the tables and the floor, their wide tooth grins slightly disturbing.
"Are you upset about it?" Draco raised his hand, as if speaking about the entire world.
"No, Ron and I were staying for the holidays anyways. But poor Elani..." She trailed off.
"Dumbledore is right. It's safer for us all, here. Not out there where Dementors are killing left and right."
"I know. He's doing this to protect us." Ginny turned around, "I'd better get back."
Draco nodded, "Tell Granger the Prefects are meeting just before lunch. She needs to be there."
Ginny nodded, heading back towards the Gryffindor Tower. She climbed the stairs and stood outside the portrait hole. She was scared. In her mind she saw Ron's face, so pale that his freckles seemed to have dissapeared into his skin. She could still see Hermione, reaching for Harry's hand and she could feel the cold silence that had followed Dumbledore's words. Then the explosion of hundreds of voices.
"Sweetie? Are you gonna go in, or are you just gonna stand there?" The Fat Lady was smiling at her.
"I think I'll go in," Ginny said softly, muttering the password.
"Ginny!" Elani ran across the common room, hugging Ginny as hard as she could. "We didn't know where you were!"
Ginny smoothed Elani's hair with one hand, "I know, Draco told me."
Elani let her go and beamed, "I knew he would."
Ginny took Elani's hand and headed back towards Hermione, her mind wandering around Draco. He was walking down the hall, towards the Slytherin common room, his hands jammed into his pockets. His mind was a whirl, wondering if this had something to do with his father and the Death Eaters and Voldermort. Then he said to himself, Of course it does. Events were covered in the stench of the Dark Lord. And his father was probably out in the thick of it.
Draco's hand reached for his upper arm. A spot that would eventually bear the mark of Voldermort. No matter what Draco wanted, his father would force the dark mark onto him. He was the son of a Malfoy. The only son of Lucius Malfoy. He had to follow in the family footsteps. Honor the Malfoy name.
His mother had already bought him more time than Crabbe or Goyle had. They took their marks the end of fifth year. Draco shook his head, clearing away the fog that was settling. There was more to this than met the eye. That was why Dumbledore was keeping them at Hogwarts. There had to be something. Another piece that he was missing. If only he could find it.
Draco checked his watch and cursed under his breath, he was about to be late for the Prefect meeting. Turning, he headed back the way he came to the Great Hall. Hermione was already standing there, with the Prefect from Hufflepuff. The Ravenclaw prefect was no where in sight. Hermione looked at him with considerable disdain, wondering what Elani or Ginny saw him.
Ginny knew exactly what Elani saw in him. He was smart, funny and he was nice to her and mean to the rest of the world. Her hands braided Elani's hair, her mind a million miles away. What was he doing? What was he thinking? And why did she get the feeling that he knew more than he was saying?
She scolded herself. This was something for Harry to take care of, he was the hero. He would solve the puzzle at the last second and everything would turn out all right. Like it always had, like it always would. In that way everything stayed the same, Harry would always save the day and he would always thwart what Voldermort had up his sleeve.
So why was she so scared?
She finished Elani's braid, twisting the end of it around her finger, the smooth blond strands like silk against her skin. Ginny wondered if Draco's hair was as soft, then she shook off the thought. She stood up and glanced at her watch seeing it was almost time for the feast. Ron and Harry were whispering in the corner beside the fire place, Ron's face pale and Harry's green eyes flashing. Elani was looking up at her, watching.
"Do you love him?"
Ginny smiled, "I never loved Harry."
"I didn't mean Harry."
"Who did you mean?"
"I meant Draco," Elani's voice was soft.
Ginny looked at Harry for a moment longer, her mind spinning. Love Draco? Of all the crazy things for Elani to think, that took the prize. But why wouldn't her mouth just open and scream out the word that was bouncing around inside her? *No* Of course she didn't love him. She couldn't. It was insane, it was outrageus. But she couldn't deny it. She looked at Elani.
"I don't know."
"How can you not know?"
"I shouldn't love him. I don't want to. But I can't stop myself."
"So you do?" Hope was coloring her voice.
"I might." Ginny clarified. Elani looked dissapointed, "What would it matter anyway?"
"He likes you." Elani answered, as if it was obvious.
"He's a Malfoy, he doesn't like any one."
"Except you."
Ginny looked away.
"He talks about you all the time." Elani pressed.
"When do you talk to him?"
"After lunch some days, when your in Charms."
Ginny nodded, but didn't answer.
"He likes you, he always asks questions, he wants to know how you feel about him."
"What do you tell him?" Ginny's heart wouldn't be still.
"That I don't know, but that I'll ask." There was a pause.
"And what will you tell him now?" Ginny finally looked down at her.
Elani smiled, "That there is hope."
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All right... :) What does everyone think?? That one was a lot longer than the last one... :)
and next is what happens on Halloween night... woohoo!! :)
"Gimme an R-E-V-I-E-W!! What's that spell?? REVIEW!!" -- Cheerleader!Diamond Tears