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... or lack thereof
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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Ginny's heart leapt into her throat as the Slytherins swept down on her. Hands grabbed
at her bag and her cloak. Their cruel laughter filled her ears as her heart shook with
fear. She tried to fight them off, grabbing and scratching anything she could get her
hands on. Blond hair and white teeth flashed in the moonlight as they circled her on
their brooms.
She was screaming. Her eyes closed and tears slipped between her eyelids and down
her cheeks. Some one's hand met with her back and she fell to her knees, crossing her
arms in front of her. Suddenly everything stopped. The hands, the wind and the
laughter. Ginny tried to collect her thoughts. It had been Crabbe and Goyle. She had
heard them, seen them. Every inch of her trembled.
"Ginny?"
It was Draco's voice, soft and gentle. His hands were on her shoulders, lifting her to her
feet. She stood, her eyes down. Had he been there to? Had he helped them? Or had
he stopped them? He was whispering softly to her. She turned around, looking up into
his perfect face. He was sneering at her.
"Having fun yet?"
Crabbe and Goyle both chuckled and Draco followed suit, the sound sending chills
down Ginny's spine. She turned back, pulling her wrists out of Draco's hands. She ran
towards the castle doors, her heart pounding wildly. But Draco was expecting it and
easily caught her, his arm going around her waist.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Draco, please."
He didn't answer, but turned with her so they were facing Crabbe and Goyle. Each was
holding their broom at their sides. Their expressions matched perfectly. The cruelty beat
down at her and she trembled in spite of Draco's body pressed up against hers.
"What shall we do with her?"
Ginny's chin rested on his shoulder as he held her, facing him, on the front of his broom.
Crabbe and Goyle were flying just ahead of them, laughing and talking in hushed
tones. They were just a few feet off the ground, but fear crept through her and she
unconsciously held onto Draco.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Be happy, what we agreed on is much better than what they originally wanted with
you."
"You didn't answer me." Her voice was soft, but still shaking with fear.
It pulled at his heart strings. "I don't have to answer to you."
Draco pulled up on the broom handle and Ginny gasped as the ground tumbled away
from her. Draco chuckled softly, his breath soft on her cheek. She shivered, the hand
that crept around his waist tightening it's grip.
"I can't believe you're afraid of heights."
"Shut up, Draco. As of now I officially hate you."
"Break my heart." He drawled sarcastically.
She closed her eyes as they climbed higher and finally slowed to a stop. Draco carefully
flew into the largest of the goal posts and pulled her arms from around him. He carefully
pushed off the broom and into the hoop. Ginny felt the tears press against her eyes and
clung to the cold metal of the hoop. She looked at Draco, her eyes full of tears.
"Draco, don't leave me up here. Please."
He flew closer until his nose was pressed against hers, "Don't beg Virginia, it just isn't you."
"Draco, please. I'm scared."
A sudden blast of wind rushed past her as Crabbe flew through the hoop on his broom.
Draco smiled wickedly as Ginny screamed. Then he pressed his forehead to her own.
"Don't worry, maybe Harry will rescue you."
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Oh god!! This is scary... Ginny is stuck, in the middle of the night, on the hoop in the
Quidditch pitch... wow... I hope everyone likes this chapter... More as soon as I can
manage it... if anyone has any requests and/or suggestions just e-mail me
(webmistress@ratherpoetic.com) or leave it in a review...
Leave me feedback, since chocolate would melt in the mail...
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... or lack thereof
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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Ginny's heart leapt into her throat as the Slytherins swept down on her. Hands grabbed
at her bag and her cloak. Their cruel laughter filled her ears as her heart shook with
fear. She tried to fight them off, grabbing and scratching anything she could get her
hands on. Blond hair and white teeth flashed in the moonlight as they circled her on
their brooms.
She was screaming. Her eyes closed and tears slipped between her eyelids and down
her cheeks. Some one's hand met with her back and she fell to her knees, crossing her
arms in front of her. Suddenly everything stopped. The hands, the wind and the
laughter. Ginny tried to collect her thoughts. It had been Crabbe and Goyle. She had
heard them, seen them. Every inch of her trembled.
"Ginny?"
It was Draco's voice, soft and gentle. His hands were on her shoulders, lifting her to her
feet. She stood, her eyes down. Had he been there to? Had he helped them? Or had
he stopped them? He was whispering softly to her. She turned around, looking up into
his perfect face. He was sneering at her.
"Having fun yet?"
Crabbe and Goyle both chuckled and Draco followed suit, the sound sending chills
down Ginny's spine. She turned back, pulling her wrists out of Draco's hands. She ran
towards the castle doors, her heart pounding wildly. But Draco was expecting it and
easily caught her, his arm going around her waist.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Draco, please."
He didn't answer, but turned with her so they were facing Crabbe and Goyle. Each was
holding their broom at their sides. Their expressions matched perfectly. The cruelty beat
down at her and she trembled in spite of Draco's body pressed up against hers.
"What shall we do with her?"
Ginny's chin rested on his shoulder as he held her, facing him, on the front of his broom.
Crabbe and Goyle were flying just ahead of them, laughing and talking in hushed
tones. They were just a few feet off the ground, but fear crept through her and she
unconsciously held onto Draco.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Be happy, what we agreed on is much better than what they originally wanted with
you."
"You didn't answer me." Her voice was soft, but still shaking with fear.
It pulled at his heart strings. "I don't have to answer to you."
Draco pulled up on the broom handle and Ginny gasped as the ground tumbled away
from her. Draco chuckled softly, his breath soft on her cheek. She shivered, the hand
that crept around his waist tightening it's grip.
"I can't believe you're afraid of heights."
"Shut up, Draco. As of now I officially hate you."
"Break my heart." He drawled sarcastically.
She closed her eyes as they climbed higher and finally slowed to a stop. Draco carefully
flew into the largest of the goal posts and pulled her arms from around him. He carefully
pushed off the broom and into the hoop. Ginny felt the tears press against her eyes and
clung to the cold metal of the hoop. She looked at Draco, her eyes full of tears.
"Draco, don't leave me up here. Please."
He flew closer until his nose was pressed against hers, "Don't beg Virginia, it just isn't you."
"Draco, please. I'm scared."
A sudden blast of wind rushed past her as Crabbe flew through the hoop on his broom.
Draco smiled wickedly as Ginny screamed. Then he pressed his forehead to her own.
"Don't worry, maybe Harry will rescue you."
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Oh god!! This is scary... Ginny is stuck, in the middle of the night, on the hoop in the
Quidditch pitch... wow... I hope everyone likes this chapter... More as soon as I can
manage it... if anyone has any requests and/or suggestions just e-mail me
(webmistress@ratherpoetic.com) or leave it in a review...
Leave me feedback, since chocolate would melt in the mail...