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A/N: I really have no idea were this story is going! Anyhoot, I like this chapter, and I hope you all do too!
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 7 A Matter of Trust
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Malfoy grabbed Ginny's hand as the cab pulled up in front of a hotel. She dug her fingernails into his palm, in payment for that little stunt he pulled in the car.
"This un's a nice hotel," Pete said. "Affordable too."
"Thanks." Malfoy said as he handed Pete some money.
He pulled Ginny roughly out of the cab and into the hotel's lobby. The place seemed nice enough, not a first class hotel, but good enough anyway. Not that Ginny was cared what the hotel looked like; she was still racking her brain for a way to get out.
"We need a room." Malfoy said to the man at the desk.
"Excuse me!?" Ginny said. "Sorry sir, he means two rooms."
"One room."
"Two rooms!"
Draco smirked at Ginny. Why couldn't she bring herself to kill him?
"Fine, two rooms." He finally said.
The desk clerk gave them a look that said, 'you've got to be kidding me.' But then went on like nothing was out of the ordinary.
"What name shall I put down for the rooms?" he asked.
"D- uh, Derek- Clemens." Malfoy said, after faltering for a second.
"Uh huh." The clerk gave him an unbelieving look, but told him the price, and Malfoy paid.
Malfoy took the keys, and steered Ginny away.
"Derek Clemens?" Ginny said, trying to keep from laughing.
"What? Do you think I'm going to put my real name down?"
"Well anything's better than Draco Malfoy anyway." Ginny said smugly.
"And your new name," he went on as if Ginny hadn't said anything. "Will be Gertrude- uh Gertrude Cox."
"Aha. No." She said bluntly. "My name is Ginny Weasley, and I'm not going along with all this crap."
Malfoy just ignored her.
"Here's our rooms." He said.
They had reached room number, 113 and 115, which was next to it.
"Here's your key." He handed her the key that said 113 on it. Ginny gaped at him.
"You're giving me the key?"
"Well why shouldn't I Weasley? It's your room. You were the one who demanded two rooms in the first place. I would have been just fine with one." He smiled that obnoxious smirk that made him look even hotter.
She blushed, which made her even angrier and more embarrassed.
"I don't even want to be here! I want to be in my own dormitory back at Hogwarts!"
"Shut Up! I thought you had realized by now that isn't possible!" He said. "Would you please just take your key and go before you wake everyone up!"
"It's not like having a key is going to do me any good. You don't trust me, you'll lock me in." She replied angrily.
"Oh but I do trust you Weasley! You know better than to try anything stupid by now don't you?" Malfoy said in a threatening voice.
Ginny thought this over for a moment. She should try and make Malfoy believe that she was frightened of him. She could probably use that to her advantage. She looked at Malfoy and gulped, and put on her best frightened face. It worked. He smirked again and thrust the key into her hand.
"Hope you sleep well." He laughed as he unlocked his own door.
Ginny could not understand how he could take this so lightly. It was like he was enjoying all of it. Ginny didn't see anything funny about this situation. Voldemort was hunting them down at this moment, and Malfoy acted like he could care less. What in the hell was going on?
Ginny decided she could care less. This was her chance. A chance to get away. If Malfoy had kept his word, and hadn't put any spells on the door, then she might be able to make it. 'I trust you Weasley. Ha! What a moron.' But Ginny wouldn't think about what could happen to her if Malfoy caught her. Or worse, if Voldemort caught her.
She now looked around her room. It had two double beds, with cheap blankets on them, a bathroom, which had a nice sized tub, and a small kitchenette. She stared at the clock on the dresser. It was a little past one in the morning. She would wait thirty minutes, and then make her escape. Ginny pressed her ear up against the wall that divided her and Malfoy's rooms. She listened for a while, as she heard him moving around, and then there was silence. He must have gone to bed. The silence in Ginny's own room was becoming unbearable. The clock ticked slowly on, as it had all night. Tick tock tick tock. Finally the clock's large hand pushed itself, ever so slowly, onto the six. It was finally 1:30. Ginny pressed her ear up against the wall once more, and heard nothing. She quietly walked to the door, and gingerly touched the knob. Nothing happened. No alarm went off. Well, what had she been expecting? She turned it, and felt the door slide open. Malfoy hadn't locked it! Her heart leapt with joy, as she slid the door open a bit wider, squeezed through, and turned around to silently close it.
That's when she felt it. That's when she knew something was wrong. She froze, still facing the door, her hand still on the knob as she closed it.
"Well, well, well."
Ginny whipped around. There was Malfoy, sitting in an overstuffed chair, diagonally across from her. She wouldn't have been able to see him if she had peered out of her door first.
"Nice try Weasley."
He looked totally relaxed. As if he had been planning to spend the night out in the hall. He leaned back casually in the chair, his legs stretched out into the walkway, and studied Ginny.
"I thought you trusted me." Ginny finally said.
"I lied."
"Yes you do that very well."
"Thank you." He took it as a compliment. "You see Weasley, I'm not a very trusting person."
Ginny stood there for a moment. 'Run!' her brain screamed. That's what she did. But she knew it was hopeless. Even as she set off, running as fast as her ankle would allow, she saw Malfoy out of the corner of her eye jump out of his seat. He had her in a matter of seconds. He took out his wand, still holding onto Ginny, and pointed it at her door. It swung open and he dragged her inside with him, turned around, and locked the door, and stuck the wand into the back pocket of his jeans. Ginny rested her eyes on the wand. She had to get it. Malfoy shoved her up against the wall.
"I don't like it when people don't do what I say." He said through gritted teeth.
"You do take after your father." She replied. Oops. Bad timing. Malfoy's face turned red. She had yet to see him this angry.
"Don't you ever compare me to my father!"
Ginny lost all of her courage. She was really scared now. The only glimmer of hope left was to get that wand.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. Malfoy looked at her unbelievingly. "I'm sorry." She said again. Malfoy dropped his hands to his side, and looked down, saying nothing. Ginny walked towards him. 'What am I doing?!' She stood in front of him, and took his chin in her hand. She looked into his startled eyes for a moment, before bringing her face up to his. She traced his lips with her finger, whispering things she herself couldn't even understand. He just stared at her, unmoving, watching and waiting. Finally he wrapped her up in his arms, and their mouths came together. Ginny sighed, as her emotions ran wild. She moved her hands down his back, and she felt what she had forgotten about. The wand. Draco deepened the kiss as she grasped the wand in her hand. Why did he make her feel this way? Why was she hesitating and allowing this to last longer? A silent tear rolled down her cheek as she kept her eyes shut tight. She breathed him in, and all her thoughts were blocked. She could think of nothing but him. No spells came to her mind. She dropped the wand, and pushed him away. But he would have none of that.
"Let me kiss you." He whispered into her ear. He began planting a trial of kisses down her neck.
"No. Please just let me be." she pushed him away again. He stepped back. Onto the wand. He looked down and saw it.
"Oh, I get it now. This is what it was all about." He said as he picked up the wand.
Ginny felt bad. Maybe that had been her original plan. She couldn't remember. But what did it matter? She had used him to get to the wand. So what? He had kidnapped her! But why did that kiss feel so good?
"See, I can use people to get what I want too. We do have something in common." She replied, as she watched him become angry once again. But to her surprise, he didn't say anything. Just turned around and strode out, slamming the door behind him.
Ginny ran over to the door, and turned the doorknob. It wouldn't budge. She heard Malfoy's voice from the other side of the door.
"It's locked this time Weasley. Sweet dreams."
Ginny sank to the cold floor and cried.
******
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the first year boy, whose name was Jimmy, all sat staring at Dumbledore. Harry had just finished telling him everything, including what Jimmy had told Hermione. Dumbledore stared striaght ahead, a glaze in his eyes. Harry could tell that Dumbledore was not himself. There was something else wrong.
"Professor?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore didn't move or speak. Just continued staring at nothing.
Finally he spoke, breaking the silence.
"Harry, did I ever tell you the reason why they say that I am the one wizard Voldemorts afraid of?"
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, they were gawking at Dumbledore. 'What does that have to do with Ginny?' Harry wondered.
TBC
A/N: Sorry this one's so short! Don't hate me! Review!
A/N: I really have no idea were this story is going! Anyhoot, I like this chapter, and I hope you all do too!
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 7 A Matter of Trust
******
Malfoy grabbed Ginny's hand as the cab pulled up in front of a hotel. She dug her fingernails into his palm, in payment for that little stunt he pulled in the car.
"This un's a nice hotel," Pete said. "Affordable too."
"Thanks." Malfoy said as he handed Pete some money.
He pulled Ginny roughly out of the cab and into the hotel's lobby. The place seemed nice enough, not a first class hotel, but good enough anyway. Not that Ginny was cared what the hotel looked like; she was still racking her brain for a way to get out.
"We need a room." Malfoy said to the man at the desk.
"Excuse me!?" Ginny said. "Sorry sir, he means two rooms."
"One room."
"Two rooms!"
Draco smirked at Ginny. Why couldn't she bring herself to kill him?
"Fine, two rooms." He finally said.
The desk clerk gave them a look that said, 'you've got to be kidding me.' But then went on like nothing was out of the ordinary.
"What name shall I put down for the rooms?" he asked.
"D- uh, Derek- Clemens." Malfoy said, after faltering for a second.
"Uh huh." The clerk gave him an unbelieving look, but told him the price, and Malfoy paid.
Malfoy took the keys, and steered Ginny away.
"Derek Clemens?" Ginny said, trying to keep from laughing.
"What? Do you think I'm going to put my real name down?"
"Well anything's better than Draco Malfoy anyway." Ginny said smugly.
"And your new name," he went on as if Ginny hadn't said anything. "Will be Gertrude- uh Gertrude Cox."
"Aha. No." She said bluntly. "My name is Ginny Weasley, and I'm not going along with all this crap."
Malfoy just ignored her.
"Here's our rooms." He said.
They had reached room number, 113 and 115, which was next to it.
"Here's your key." He handed her the key that said 113 on it. Ginny gaped at him.
"You're giving me the key?"
"Well why shouldn't I Weasley? It's your room. You were the one who demanded two rooms in the first place. I would have been just fine with one." He smiled that obnoxious smirk that made him look even hotter.
She blushed, which made her even angrier and more embarrassed.
"I don't even want to be here! I want to be in my own dormitory back at Hogwarts!"
"Shut Up! I thought you had realized by now that isn't possible!" He said. "Would you please just take your key and go before you wake everyone up!"
"It's not like having a key is going to do me any good. You don't trust me, you'll lock me in." She replied angrily.
"Oh but I do trust you Weasley! You know better than to try anything stupid by now don't you?" Malfoy said in a threatening voice.
Ginny thought this over for a moment. She should try and make Malfoy believe that she was frightened of him. She could probably use that to her advantage. She looked at Malfoy and gulped, and put on her best frightened face. It worked. He smirked again and thrust the key into her hand.
"Hope you sleep well." He laughed as he unlocked his own door.
Ginny could not understand how he could take this so lightly. It was like he was enjoying all of it. Ginny didn't see anything funny about this situation. Voldemort was hunting them down at this moment, and Malfoy acted like he could care less. What in the hell was going on?
Ginny decided she could care less. This was her chance. A chance to get away. If Malfoy had kept his word, and hadn't put any spells on the door, then she might be able to make it. 'I trust you Weasley. Ha! What a moron.' But Ginny wouldn't think about what could happen to her if Malfoy caught her. Or worse, if Voldemort caught her.
She now looked around her room. It had two double beds, with cheap blankets on them, a bathroom, which had a nice sized tub, and a small kitchenette. She stared at the clock on the dresser. It was a little past one in the morning. She would wait thirty minutes, and then make her escape. Ginny pressed her ear up against the wall that divided her and Malfoy's rooms. She listened for a while, as she heard him moving around, and then there was silence. He must have gone to bed. The silence in Ginny's own room was becoming unbearable. The clock ticked slowly on, as it had all night. Tick tock tick tock. Finally the clock's large hand pushed itself, ever so slowly, onto the six. It was finally 1:30. Ginny pressed her ear up against the wall once more, and heard nothing. She quietly walked to the door, and gingerly touched the knob. Nothing happened. No alarm went off. Well, what had she been expecting? She turned it, and felt the door slide open. Malfoy hadn't locked it! Her heart leapt with joy, as she slid the door open a bit wider, squeezed through, and turned around to silently close it.
That's when she felt it. That's when she knew something was wrong. She froze, still facing the door, her hand still on the knob as she closed it.
"Well, well, well."
Ginny whipped around. There was Malfoy, sitting in an overstuffed chair, diagonally across from her. She wouldn't have been able to see him if she had peered out of her door first.
"Nice try Weasley."
He looked totally relaxed. As if he had been planning to spend the night out in the hall. He leaned back casually in the chair, his legs stretched out into the walkway, and studied Ginny.
"I thought you trusted me." Ginny finally said.
"I lied."
"Yes you do that very well."
"Thank you." He took it as a compliment. "You see Weasley, I'm not a very trusting person."
Ginny stood there for a moment. 'Run!' her brain screamed. That's what she did. But she knew it was hopeless. Even as she set off, running as fast as her ankle would allow, she saw Malfoy out of the corner of her eye jump out of his seat. He had her in a matter of seconds. He took out his wand, still holding onto Ginny, and pointed it at her door. It swung open and he dragged her inside with him, turned around, and locked the door, and stuck the wand into the back pocket of his jeans. Ginny rested her eyes on the wand. She had to get it. Malfoy shoved her up against the wall.
"I don't like it when people don't do what I say." He said through gritted teeth.
"You do take after your father." She replied. Oops. Bad timing. Malfoy's face turned red. She had yet to see him this angry.
"Don't you ever compare me to my father!"
Ginny lost all of her courage. She was really scared now. The only glimmer of hope left was to get that wand.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. Malfoy looked at her unbelievingly. "I'm sorry." She said again. Malfoy dropped his hands to his side, and looked down, saying nothing. Ginny walked towards him. 'What am I doing?!' She stood in front of him, and took his chin in her hand. She looked into his startled eyes for a moment, before bringing her face up to his. She traced his lips with her finger, whispering things she herself couldn't even understand. He just stared at her, unmoving, watching and waiting. Finally he wrapped her up in his arms, and their mouths came together. Ginny sighed, as her emotions ran wild. She moved her hands down his back, and she felt what she had forgotten about. The wand. Draco deepened the kiss as she grasped the wand in her hand. Why did he make her feel this way? Why was she hesitating and allowing this to last longer? A silent tear rolled down her cheek as she kept her eyes shut tight. She breathed him in, and all her thoughts were blocked. She could think of nothing but him. No spells came to her mind. She dropped the wand, and pushed him away. But he would have none of that.
"Let me kiss you." He whispered into her ear. He began planting a trial of kisses down her neck.
"No. Please just let me be." she pushed him away again. He stepped back. Onto the wand. He looked down and saw it.
"Oh, I get it now. This is what it was all about." He said as he picked up the wand.
Ginny felt bad. Maybe that had been her original plan. She couldn't remember. But what did it matter? She had used him to get to the wand. So what? He had kidnapped her! But why did that kiss feel so good?
"See, I can use people to get what I want too. We do have something in common." She replied, as she watched him become angry once again. But to her surprise, he didn't say anything. Just turned around and strode out, slamming the door behind him.
Ginny ran over to the door, and turned the doorknob. It wouldn't budge. She heard Malfoy's voice from the other side of the door.
"It's locked this time Weasley. Sweet dreams."
Ginny sank to the cold floor and cried.
******
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the first year boy, whose name was Jimmy, all sat staring at Dumbledore. Harry had just finished telling him everything, including what Jimmy had told Hermione. Dumbledore stared striaght ahead, a glaze in his eyes. Harry could tell that Dumbledore was not himself. There was something else wrong.
"Professor?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore didn't move or speak. Just continued staring at nothing.
Finally he spoke, breaking the silence.
"Harry, did I ever tell you the reason why they say that I am the one wizard Voldemorts afraid of?"
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, they were gawking at Dumbledore. 'What does that have to do with Ginny?' Harry wondered.
TBC
A/N: Sorry this one's so short! Don't hate me! Review!