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... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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The owl was almost reluctant to give up the note. It hooted and ruffled it's feathers.
Draco glared at the small bird and it almost glared back as it hopped into his hand. It
dropped the roll of parchment and bit at his fingers before spreading it's wings and
flying away. Draco scowled as he opened the note.
"Malfoy,
I've been wanting to talk to you as well.
I'll be there.
G.W."
He let himself feel a little bit of relief, at least she was coming. Maybe she didn't really
want to hear what he was going to say, but she was at least coming to talk to him. He
tossed the parchment into the fire and watched it burn slowly. The sound of wings
beating caused him to look away.
His mother's brown owl was flapping through his window, a letter in it's talons. The owl
dropped it and hooted softly as it landed on his shoulder. He tore off the seal of his
family and hurried to read the letter. The brown owl hooted again and pinched his
shoulder with her talons.
Draco shook open the letter and then reached up to stroke the birds feathers.
"Dearest Draco,
I know this doesn't come at a good time. But I know you've been wondering what's
going on. Your father has gone to meet with the other death eaters. He left right after
Halloween, he's been gone almost a month. They are coming, Draco. They are
gathering the Dementors and they are coming. I don't know what they are looking
for, but they're combing the countryside looking for it. They have plans to raid Diagon
Alley and other places like that. If what they can't find what they want, you know where
they'll be going next.
With all my love,
Mother"
The brown owl hooted again, and flew off. Draco read the letter through again and
then threw it into the fire. He knew that if the Death Eaters couldn't find what they
wanted out in the Wizarding world they would come to Hogwarts. And then nothing
would stop them from collecting their own. Many of the 7th years Slytherins were
already death eaters, like Crabbe and Goyle. And with others, like Draco, it was only a
matter of taking the oaths and the mark. Some of the younger ones would be taken as
well, and then they would finish their "schooling" with the death eaters.
Draco began pacing back and forth. He father had locked himself away in his study for
days on end during the summer. He had muttered stuff under his breath about the rising
of Lord Voldermort. And this timing fit. Some, like his father weren't trusted because of his
history with Voldermort. But the newer breed of witches and wizards were almost ready
to take their places beside their parents.
And what better way to start the new reign of terror than with the capture of Hogwarts
and the murder of some of the greatest witches and wizards the world had ever seen.
Draco stopped as the tall clock sounded the hour. The snake moved around the face
of the clock and then hissed 10 times.
Draco swore under his breath. He grabbed his cloak and ran down the dorm stairs and
through the common room. He ran down the hallway and then crossed to the stairs
leading up to the owlery. He took them two at a time and when he got to the top
Ginny was closing the door behind her, leaving.
"Ginny." He whispered.
Her expression was chilly, "You're late."
"And sorry. I didn't mean to be late."
Ginny didn't seem to believe him. She turned and opened the door to the owlery
again. She went inside and set down her bookbag. Then she stood and waited for him
to speak. He didn't. He stood still, catching his breath. He looked at her and finally she
glanced away, still seeming angry. He bent at the waist and rested his hands on his
bent knees, head down.
Her voice was steady. "What's going on, Malfoy?"
He stood up in surprise, "And we seemed so familiar the other night."
"The other night was a mistake." She looked up for his reaction.
Draco was expressionless, "A mistake you'd let me make again."
He stepped forward and ran his hand up her arm. She pulled away, her expression
wary. Draco lifted his eyebrows and then stepped back. He covered whatever his
feeling were with a sneer.
"Perhaps not." He said softly
"Don't play games with me." She snapped. "Tell me what you brought me here to tell
me."
Draco was surprised, but he didn't show it. "Very well."
He moved away and stood by a window, leaning back against the stone ledge.
"The Death Eaters are planning something." He said flatly.
"Oh."
Ginny's expression changed, something like disappointment flashed across her feature
and then she seemed to relax a little. She crossed her arms over her middle and looked
as if she had been caught by surprise.
"They are gathering support and looking for something. What I don't know."
"Something to bring Voldermort back, I'm sure." The name rolled off her tongue with
notable disdain.
"Of course." Draco answered. "They are searching everywhere, however. Diagon Alley is
one of the best places to hide things, of course there are others."
"I'm sure Heromine can do some book work on that."
Ginny began to pace and her forehead crinkled with thought as she moved across the
floor. She was deep in thought until something made her head jerk up. She looked at
Draco with a look of sheer confusion. Then it melted into caution. She straightened and
looked him right in the eyes.
"Why are you telling me this?" She asked.
"Because." He answered slyly.
"That's not an answer."
"What were you expecting Weasley?"
"Not this," She answered honestly.
Draco smirked and pushed away from the wall. "Goodnight." He said pleasantly.
Ginny stood rooted to the floor, her eyes on the window. She tried to push away her
growing disappointment.
"Goodnight Malfoy."
Something in her voice struck a nerve. He stopped. His hand was on the door and in his
mind he was screaming to just pull it open and walk out. It was obvious she didn't want
to hear what he had originally wanted to tell her. But his hand won't obey. He couldn't
keep himself from turning around and looking at her.
Her back was to him. Her long red hair was a wave against the black of her cloak. She
was standing completely still, staring out at the stars.
"Did you really think it was a mistake?"
The question was out before he could stop himself. His hand flew to his mouth, but he
smoothly moved it through his hair as she turned to look at him. Something like hope
was in her eyes and Draco felt his mouth go dry. What was he getting himself into.
"It depends." She said softly. "Is this a game to you?"
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A/N: hey look! that didn't take months!! go me! :) I hope this was okay... I know it still isn't
that long... I'm sorry about that...
Boost my ego... hit the pretty little button...
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... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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The owl was almost reluctant to give up the note. It hooted and ruffled it's feathers.
Draco glared at the small bird and it almost glared back as it hopped into his hand. It
dropped the roll of parchment and bit at his fingers before spreading it's wings and
flying away. Draco scowled as he opened the note.
"Malfoy,
I've been wanting to talk to you as well.
I'll be there.
G.W."
He let himself feel a little bit of relief, at least she was coming. Maybe she didn't really
want to hear what he was going to say, but she was at least coming to talk to him. He
tossed the parchment into the fire and watched it burn slowly. The sound of wings
beating caused him to look away.
His mother's brown owl was flapping through his window, a letter in it's talons. The owl
dropped it and hooted softly as it landed on his shoulder. He tore off the seal of his
family and hurried to read the letter. The brown owl hooted again and pinched his
shoulder with her talons.
Draco shook open the letter and then reached up to stroke the birds feathers.
"Dearest Draco,
I know this doesn't come at a good time. But I know you've been wondering what's
going on. Your father has gone to meet with the other death eaters. He left right after
Halloween, he's been gone almost a month. They are coming, Draco. They are
gathering the Dementors and they are coming. I don't know what they are looking
for, but they're combing the countryside looking for it. They have plans to raid Diagon
Alley and other places like that. If what they can't find what they want, you know where
they'll be going next.
With all my love,
Mother"
The brown owl hooted again, and flew off. Draco read the letter through again and
then threw it into the fire. He knew that if the Death Eaters couldn't find what they
wanted out in the Wizarding world they would come to Hogwarts. And then nothing
would stop them from collecting their own. Many of the 7th years Slytherins were
already death eaters, like Crabbe and Goyle. And with others, like Draco, it was only a
matter of taking the oaths and the mark. Some of the younger ones would be taken as
well, and then they would finish their "schooling" with the death eaters.
Draco began pacing back and forth. He father had locked himself away in his study for
days on end during the summer. He had muttered stuff under his breath about the rising
of Lord Voldermort. And this timing fit. Some, like his father weren't trusted because of his
history with Voldermort. But the newer breed of witches and wizards were almost ready
to take their places beside their parents.
And what better way to start the new reign of terror than with the capture of Hogwarts
and the murder of some of the greatest witches and wizards the world had ever seen.
Draco stopped as the tall clock sounded the hour. The snake moved around the face
of the clock and then hissed 10 times.
Draco swore under his breath. He grabbed his cloak and ran down the dorm stairs and
through the common room. He ran down the hallway and then crossed to the stairs
leading up to the owlery. He took them two at a time and when he got to the top
Ginny was closing the door behind her, leaving.
"Ginny." He whispered.
Her expression was chilly, "You're late."
"And sorry. I didn't mean to be late."
Ginny didn't seem to believe him. She turned and opened the door to the owlery
again. She went inside and set down her bookbag. Then she stood and waited for him
to speak. He didn't. He stood still, catching his breath. He looked at her and finally she
glanced away, still seeming angry. He bent at the waist and rested his hands on his
bent knees, head down.
Her voice was steady. "What's going on, Malfoy?"
He stood up in surprise, "And we seemed so familiar the other night."
"The other night was a mistake." She looked up for his reaction.
Draco was expressionless, "A mistake you'd let me make again."
He stepped forward and ran his hand up her arm. She pulled away, her expression
wary. Draco lifted his eyebrows and then stepped back. He covered whatever his
feeling were with a sneer.
"Perhaps not." He said softly
"Don't play games with me." She snapped. "Tell me what you brought me here to tell
me."
Draco was surprised, but he didn't show it. "Very well."
He moved away and stood by a window, leaning back against the stone ledge.
"The Death Eaters are planning something." He said flatly.
"Oh."
Ginny's expression changed, something like disappointment flashed across her feature
and then she seemed to relax a little. She crossed her arms over her middle and looked
as if she had been caught by surprise.
"They are gathering support and looking for something. What I don't know."
"Something to bring Voldermort back, I'm sure." The name rolled off her tongue with
notable disdain.
"Of course." Draco answered. "They are searching everywhere, however. Diagon Alley is
one of the best places to hide things, of course there are others."
"I'm sure Heromine can do some book work on that."
Ginny began to pace and her forehead crinkled with thought as she moved across the
floor. She was deep in thought until something made her head jerk up. She looked at
Draco with a look of sheer confusion. Then it melted into caution. She straightened and
looked him right in the eyes.
"Why are you telling me this?" She asked.
"Because." He answered slyly.
"That's not an answer."
"What were you expecting Weasley?"
"Not this," She answered honestly.
Draco smirked and pushed away from the wall. "Goodnight." He said pleasantly.
Ginny stood rooted to the floor, her eyes on the window. She tried to push away her
growing disappointment.
"Goodnight Malfoy."
Something in her voice struck a nerve. He stopped. His hand was on the door and in his
mind he was screaming to just pull it open and walk out. It was obvious she didn't want
to hear what he had originally wanted to tell her. But his hand won't obey. He couldn't
keep himself from turning around and looking at her.
Her back was to him. Her long red hair was a wave against the black of her cloak. She
was standing completely still, staring out at the stars.
"Did you really think it was a mistake?"
The question was out before he could stop himself. His hand flew to his mouth, but he
smoothly moved it through his hair as she turned to look at him. Something like hope
was in her eyes and Draco felt his mouth go dry. What was he getting himself into.
"It depends." She said softly. "Is this a game to you?"
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A/N: hey look! that didn't take months!! go me! :) I hope this was okay... I know it still isn't
that long... I'm sorry about that...
Boost my ego... hit the pretty little button...