CHOICES are a small series of short stories completely unrelated to each
other. So far there are six stories, including this one, to the CHOICES
series. Please keep in mind at this moment I have no desire to write a
sequel for I am more then happy at how these stories have turned out. Thank
you and I hope to see you in the next CHOICES story.
AN: UH. Sorry for reloading this thing. I saw some error's on the beginning and wanted to fix them. Ahhhh a new chapter of choices. Really this fic is fast becoming a pet project of mine. Did you know quite a few of these were small part of other fics that I decided were stupid, boring, or would fit better in this category? Bet you didn't cause only Ms. Prongs and I knew that. *grins*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any related character. I am making no money off this work of fiction and don't claim to own it. No suing.
Choice six By Wyltk
Draco walked into the empty room slowly but to his surprise a small girl who was wrapped in only a blue shawl was already sitting there. Ginny Weasley. She was sitting by the window seat looking out at the empty sky. When she saw his candle flickering against the window she turned just as the candle was blown out. As his eyes slowly adjusted he found her backed against the window staring around wildly.
"Who's there?" she whispered curling herself into a tight ball by bringing her knees up to her chest shivering in the cold. There was cold fear behind her tone which echoed plainly in the small voice she used around almost everyone besides her immediate friends and family. Draco touched his wand to the candle setting it down on a near by table.
"It's only me." He spoke softly and she jumped and then relaxed smiling at him.
"Hello Draco." As she sifted he saw that her feet were bare with no signs of any shoes by her.
"What are you going with no shoes on this time of the year?!"
"I put a warming spell over them it just wore off." She spoke softly and her eyes had taken as far away look.
"We'll put another!" Draco whispered harshly. Amazed anew by his concern for the girl in front of him who had grown to become a friend all because of a stupid conversation with a house elf.
"I forgot my wand." she whispered laying her head on her knees. He rolled his eyes at her but brought out his wand and placed the spell over her feet and when she smiled he was glad he had found her. She was still shaking and considering that the spell only worked for small parts of the anatomy he felt compelled to slip off his cloak and wrap it around her. Which he did wrapping it around her shoulders without a word about it.
"Go back to bed. You're stupid for being out here without anything warmer on."
"Oh." She snuggled deeper into his cloak and smiled at him dully. She stared at the door and shuddered getting up.
"I have to go." she said desperately. He grabbed her hand and turned her towards him.
"What's wrong?" she shuddered and turned away.
"Please let me go-please." She begged and looked up at him as he grabbed her face in a firm, but soft, grip.
"Why did you except me so easily."
"Please don't." she begged him silently with her eyes and he stared at her.
"Why." He demanded in a tone that broke no argument. Again her eyes flickered to the door and she whispered low to low to actually tell what he had heard. But he had an ideal and that alone made him drop his hands in surprise. She ran away from him and had disappeared leaving him with his thoughts and what he thought he heard.
"I fell in love with you."
~*~
It was all around the school the next day. How Ginny Weasley was found in one of the lesser known hallways soaking wet and nearly frozen with nothing but her nightgown and a shawl. She was suffering from serve hypothermia and no one knew quite what had happened.
Draco went to visit her the night after he learned about her. She had been wide awake and when she saw him had scrambled away in fear. Her whole body shook and he saw her eyes fill with a deep fear.
"What happened after our talk, Ginny? You had no time to get wet by the time you left me and were found. Who did this to you?" asked Draco looking at her closely.
"No one it was nothing. Nothing happened, nothing! I did it myself. Leave me alone! I'll scream."
"But Ginny-"
She opened her mouth and Draco put a finger on her mouth and nodded. He slowly brought the covers up to her chin frightened at her white almost blue looking complexion.
The next morning the rumor around school was that she had died. And it became reality to quite a few people when they had a closed casket funeral for her on the grounds. A simple stone marking her grave at the edge of the forbidden forest and somehow, Draco couldn't stand to see the constant reminder of a crime to remain unavenged.
AN: So for questions. This one actually has a lot of dark hints added into it that seem like nothing important. Let's see. Let's start off about the house elf thing. What conversation with a house elf? What would make Ginny change her mind about him being horrible and even enough to fall in love with him? That is IF she was in love with him. You'll notice that I never said if that's what she really said that or not.
Now let's get to more about Ginny. How did she get wet? Now be smart and reread CAREFULLY if you're stumped on this. Do you really believe she did it herself? If so why? And if not who did? Draco? But why would he? No real motive. Someone else? But who? Who would hold a grudge against her? Or was it an accident? And is she really dead? I never said anyone seen her body. *grins evilly* I said a "Rumor". But she had a funeral. But then again it was closed casket and what better way to help Dumbledore then to be "Dead". But wouldn't that defeat the purpose of this entire fic?
Now can any of you figure out one of the major clues I left to answer some of these questions? (some being the key work) If you can I applaud you.
Wyltk - aka - Ms. Padfoot
AN: UH. Sorry for reloading this thing. I saw some error's on the beginning and wanted to fix them. Ahhhh a new chapter of choices. Really this fic is fast becoming a pet project of mine. Did you know quite a few of these were small part of other fics that I decided were stupid, boring, or would fit better in this category? Bet you didn't cause only Ms. Prongs and I knew that. *grins*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any related character. I am making no money off this work of fiction and don't claim to own it. No suing.
Choice six By Wyltk
Draco walked into the empty room slowly but to his surprise a small girl who was wrapped in only a blue shawl was already sitting there. Ginny Weasley. She was sitting by the window seat looking out at the empty sky. When she saw his candle flickering against the window she turned just as the candle was blown out. As his eyes slowly adjusted he found her backed against the window staring around wildly.
"Who's there?" she whispered curling herself into a tight ball by bringing her knees up to her chest shivering in the cold. There was cold fear behind her tone which echoed plainly in the small voice she used around almost everyone besides her immediate friends and family. Draco touched his wand to the candle setting it down on a near by table.
"It's only me." He spoke softly and she jumped and then relaxed smiling at him.
"Hello Draco." As she sifted he saw that her feet were bare with no signs of any shoes by her.
"What are you going with no shoes on this time of the year?!"
"I put a warming spell over them it just wore off." She spoke softly and her eyes had taken as far away look.
"We'll put another!" Draco whispered harshly. Amazed anew by his concern for the girl in front of him who had grown to become a friend all because of a stupid conversation with a house elf.
"I forgot my wand." she whispered laying her head on her knees. He rolled his eyes at her but brought out his wand and placed the spell over her feet and when she smiled he was glad he had found her. She was still shaking and considering that the spell only worked for small parts of the anatomy he felt compelled to slip off his cloak and wrap it around her. Which he did wrapping it around her shoulders without a word about it.
"Go back to bed. You're stupid for being out here without anything warmer on."
"Oh." She snuggled deeper into his cloak and smiled at him dully. She stared at the door and shuddered getting up.
"I have to go." she said desperately. He grabbed her hand and turned her towards him.
"What's wrong?" she shuddered and turned away.
"Please let me go-please." She begged and looked up at him as he grabbed her face in a firm, but soft, grip.
"Why did you except me so easily."
"Please don't." she begged him silently with her eyes and he stared at her.
"Why." He demanded in a tone that broke no argument. Again her eyes flickered to the door and she whispered low to low to actually tell what he had heard. But he had an ideal and that alone made him drop his hands in surprise. She ran away from him and had disappeared leaving him with his thoughts and what he thought he heard.
"I fell in love with you."
~*~
It was all around the school the next day. How Ginny Weasley was found in one of the lesser known hallways soaking wet and nearly frozen with nothing but her nightgown and a shawl. She was suffering from serve hypothermia and no one knew quite what had happened.
Draco went to visit her the night after he learned about her. She had been wide awake and when she saw him had scrambled away in fear. Her whole body shook and he saw her eyes fill with a deep fear.
"What happened after our talk, Ginny? You had no time to get wet by the time you left me and were found. Who did this to you?" asked Draco looking at her closely.
"No one it was nothing. Nothing happened, nothing! I did it myself. Leave me alone! I'll scream."
"But Ginny-"
She opened her mouth and Draco put a finger on her mouth and nodded. He slowly brought the covers up to her chin frightened at her white almost blue looking complexion.
The next morning the rumor around school was that she had died. And it became reality to quite a few people when they had a closed casket funeral for her on the grounds. A simple stone marking her grave at the edge of the forbidden forest and somehow, Draco couldn't stand to see the constant reminder of a crime to remain unavenged.
AN: So for questions. This one actually has a lot of dark hints added into it that seem like nothing important. Let's see. Let's start off about the house elf thing. What conversation with a house elf? What would make Ginny change her mind about him being horrible and even enough to fall in love with him? That is IF she was in love with him. You'll notice that I never said if that's what she really said that or not.
Now let's get to more about Ginny. How did she get wet? Now be smart and reread CAREFULLY if you're stumped on this. Do you really believe she did it herself? If so why? And if not who did? Draco? But why would he? No real motive. Someone else? But who? Who would hold a grudge against her? Or was it an accident? And is she really dead? I never said anyone seen her body. *grins evilly* I said a "Rumor". But she had a funeral. But then again it was closed casket and what better way to help Dumbledore then to be "Dead". But wouldn't that defeat the purpose of this entire fic?
Now can any of you figure out one of the major clues I left to answer some of these questions? (some being the key work) If you can I applaud you.
Wyltk - aka - Ms. Padfoot