Disclaimer: ::sigh:: If only these characters were mine..
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my crazy english/literature teacher, who in her own strange way inspired me to write this.
A/N: Chapter 9! Wow, I can't believe I've actually gotten this far! Oh, and to my reviewers, you guys are awesome! Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about all of those great reviews. Keep the thoughts coming!
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 9 Arguments
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Draco couldn't believe how stubborn that girl could be. She refused to eat any of the food he had brought her, she was constantly glaring at him, and she argued with him about everything.
"What is the matter with you? Get ready and let's go!" he demanded.
She looked up, eminent anger shining on her face.
"What's the matter with me?!" she asked in a sardonic tone. "I'll tell you what's the matter with me Malfoy! I saved your life, and then you repay me by kidnapping me, kissing me, and telling me that I'm going to have to live my life in constant fear of being found by Voldemort!"
"Damnit Ginny! You know very well that half of that isn't true! You didn't save my life! I would have been fine on my own! But no!! You have to run in there and screw everything up!"
"So you wanted to become a Death Eater? Wanted to have Voldemort in complete control over your life? Wanted to turn out like your father!?" she shot back.
"What if I did Weasley?" he walked towards her, his eyes not moving from hers. She began to back up against the wall. "What if I didn't mind? What if I wanted to become one?"
She took a deep, frightened breath.
"Then why didn't you stay with them? Why did you run away?"
Draco was inches away from her. He frowned but didn't answer her question. He didn't know if he ever would. Hell, he didn't know what he was doing. Draco pulled up the sleeve on his right arm, to revel the now dim mark that had shone so brightly the night before. He saw Ginny shiver as he thrust his arm in her face.
"Do you see this Weasley?"
She looked at it, a shocked look on her face.
"Yes" she finally answered, timidly.
"What makes you think that I'm not being controlled by it?" he asked threateningly
"I never said anything about you being controlled by it."
"But if I am, that could make me even more dangerous couldn't it?"
"What are you trying to get at?!" she asked, her fears beginning to overwhelm her.
"What I'm trying to say Weasley, is that you have no idea what happened between Voldemort, my father, and I. I could be under control of this mark right now! Or you know what? I could be kidnapping you because that's what Voldemort told me to do, and I want to become one of his 'faithful followers'!" he dropped his arm, and moved even closer to her.
"Well which one is it?" she whispered. "Are you under the curse of the mark, or are you doing this on purpose, for yourself and for Voldemort?"
He looked deep into her eyes. The fire that had been there the night before had burnt out. Her eyes had become full of fear and hurt emotions, any trace of happiness gone. And it was all his fault. He sighed and took her chin into his hand. She winced, as though afraid at the prospect of having a true Death Eater touching her. But he wasn't a Death Eater. He hated Voldemort and his father with more of a vengeance than could be imagined. And it didn't feel as though he were being controlled by that forsaken mark on his arm. No the truth of the matter was, that he was simply scared. Scared for himself, and surprisingly enough, scared for Weasley. He just knew that Hogwarts wasn't the place to be. His father had known that Dumbledore was getting older, losing his strength to fight.
"Neither." He finally said. "I'm not being controlled by the mark, and I'm not a Death Eater. I am not like my father."
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As Ginny gazed into the eyes of a boy, who was much to young to have to go through the things he had experienced, she saw what he was thinking. Saw the worry, anger, hate, and many other things she couldn't determine. And for some reason she believed his answer. But what did it matter? He had still kidnapped her, without a reasonable explanation. She jerked her chin out of his grasp and took on a new determination.
"So are you planning on living in a hotel the rest of your life? In the muggle world of all places!? I thought your family hated muggles."
"We do." He responded carelessly.
"Then what do you have planned for your future? My future? Because we can't forget that you're in control here, that I can't live my own life anymore." She said sarcastically.
"I'm so glad you've finally figured that out." He replied. "It took you long enough."
"Just because I figured it out, doesn't mean I've excepted it." She replied haughtily. "Now if you'll kindly step aside so that I may go wash my face.
He looked at her, that old smirk of amusement beginning to break through.
"Sure thing Weasley." He said as he moved away.
She stopped and turned to face him.
"It's Ginny. My name is Ginny. If I'm going to have to spend so much time with you, I at least want to hear my first name."
"I don't know," he said, as if thinking hard about it. He smirked at her. "Using your first name could cause me to want to kiss you again."
"Oh don't worry about that." She responded. "Because it's not going to happen." And for the first time in a long while she smiled, even if it was a bit more of a smirk.
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Harry looked out of Dumbledore's office window. A pale pink and orange was beginning to shine through, the first hints of morning. It was going to be a beautiful day, but Harry didn't see the beauty in it. He felt alone, and nauseous, even though he wasn't hungry, and Hermione, Ron, and Dumbledore were still in the room. But Harry didn't see them. Didn't notice the tears in Hermione's eyes, the anguish on Ron's face, or the way Dumbledore was staring at him, a mix of sorrow and pity displayed in his expression.
"I don't know why Voldemort had Draco Malfoy out there last night," Dumbledore said sadly. "And I don't know what happened. I'm terribly sorry that Ginny had to be involved, that she had to run for her life. But Voldemort I'm sure saw her and he will be looking for them both now. I will do my best to bring Ginny home, but it could be hard. I am old and weary, and my bones aren't as reliable as in younger years."
"I know why Ginny had to be involved." Ron said, anger growing in his voice. "That piece of- piece of dirt- Malfoy did it to her! He probably kidnapped her to bring her to Voldemort! He's following in the footsteps of his father! Becoming a faithful Death Eater, he-"
"Ron!" Dumbledore interrupted. "That just doesn't make any since, if he had wanted to turn Ginny over to Voldemort, he could have done so very easily! But he didn't, I watched the map and I saw him helping her, and then they left Hogwarts grounds together, Voldemort running after them." He paused.
"No Mr. Weasley, I don't think Draco is working for Voldemort. He stunned his own father, and that would have been enough for them to kill him, without a second thought."
"Do you think Malfoy will bring Ginny back once he thinks they're safe Professor?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know. I just don't know."
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Ginny carefully walked into her room's bathroom, she had thought her ankle was sprained, but she was able to walk on in now. Of course she didn't know that Draco had put a healing spell on it. She glanced at herself in the mirror. That's when she realized she had none of what she called her "necessities". Her hair was wind-blown and knotty, she had no shampoo, brush, toothbrush, or make-up. The type of things no girl can live without. Not to mention she had no change of clothes! She was still in her navy low-cut sweater and worn jeans that she had thrown on after the quidditch match.
"Ugh!" she yelled. She stormed out of the bathroom to face Draco.
"How do you think I'm gonna survive without all my stuff!?"
Malfoy looked at her as if she were crazy.
"What are you talking about?"
Ginny huffed, thoroughly frustrated. 'Boys! Of course he wouldn't know what I'm talking about!'
"Look at me! I'm a wreck!"
He looked her over, very meticulously, and Ginny felt her cheeks turn red.
"Stop! I don't want you looking at me anymore!"
He smirked, and finally brought his eyes up to her face. Ginny glared at him, trying with all her might to keep from going over there and smacking him. He sighed and brought out his wand.
"I'll perform the cleaning spell on you, and then we'll go out and buy you some different clothes." He waved his wand, and instantly Ginny felt refreshed. Her clothes smelled like they had just been washed, and as she ran her hand through her hair it was soft and silky to her touch.
"Thanks." She muttered unwillingly.
"Can we go now?"
"I suppose." She muttered again. She turned to walk to the door, passed through the kitchenette, but froze at the sight before her. Malfoy stopped abruptly behind her, and almost tripped. He cursed and glared at Ginny.
"What now!?" he said angrily
Ginny stared at the object on the little table in the corner of the kitchenette. Why hadn't she noticed that telephone the night before!?
TBC
A/N: okey. hmm what do you all think? I promise to get the plot moving along soon :o)
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my crazy english/literature teacher, who in her own strange way inspired me to write this.
A/N: Chapter 9! Wow, I can't believe I've actually gotten this far! Oh, and to my reviewers, you guys are awesome! Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about all of those great reviews. Keep the thoughts coming!
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 9 Arguments
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Draco couldn't believe how stubborn that girl could be. She refused to eat any of the food he had brought her, she was constantly glaring at him, and she argued with him about everything.
"What is the matter with you? Get ready and let's go!" he demanded.
She looked up, eminent anger shining on her face.
"What's the matter with me?!" she asked in a sardonic tone. "I'll tell you what's the matter with me Malfoy! I saved your life, and then you repay me by kidnapping me, kissing me, and telling me that I'm going to have to live my life in constant fear of being found by Voldemort!"
"Damnit Ginny! You know very well that half of that isn't true! You didn't save my life! I would have been fine on my own! But no!! You have to run in there and screw everything up!"
"So you wanted to become a Death Eater? Wanted to have Voldemort in complete control over your life? Wanted to turn out like your father!?" she shot back.
"What if I did Weasley?" he walked towards her, his eyes not moving from hers. She began to back up against the wall. "What if I didn't mind? What if I wanted to become one?"
She took a deep, frightened breath.
"Then why didn't you stay with them? Why did you run away?"
Draco was inches away from her. He frowned but didn't answer her question. He didn't know if he ever would. Hell, he didn't know what he was doing. Draco pulled up the sleeve on his right arm, to revel the now dim mark that had shone so brightly the night before. He saw Ginny shiver as he thrust his arm in her face.
"Do you see this Weasley?"
She looked at it, a shocked look on her face.
"Yes" she finally answered, timidly.
"What makes you think that I'm not being controlled by it?" he asked threateningly
"I never said anything about you being controlled by it."
"But if I am, that could make me even more dangerous couldn't it?"
"What are you trying to get at?!" she asked, her fears beginning to overwhelm her.
"What I'm trying to say Weasley, is that you have no idea what happened between Voldemort, my father, and I. I could be under control of this mark right now! Or you know what? I could be kidnapping you because that's what Voldemort told me to do, and I want to become one of his 'faithful followers'!" he dropped his arm, and moved even closer to her.
"Well which one is it?" she whispered. "Are you under the curse of the mark, or are you doing this on purpose, for yourself and for Voldemort?"
He looked deep into her eyes. The fire that had been there the night before had burnt out. Her eyes had become full of fear and hurt emotions, any trace of happiness gone. And it was all his fault. He sighed and took her chin into his hand. She winced, as though afraid at the prospect of having a true Death Eater touching her. But he wasn't a Death Eater. He hated Voldemort and his father with more of a vengeance than could be imagined. And it didn't feel as though he were being controlled by that forsaken mark on his arm. No the truth of the matter was, that he was simply scared. Scared for himself, and surprisingly enough, scared for Weasley. He just knew that Hogwarts wasn't the place to be. His father had known that Dumbledore was getting older, losing his strength to fight.
"Neither." He finally said. "I'm not being controlled by the mark, and I'm not a Death Eater. I am not like my father."
******
As Ginny gazed into the eyes of a boy, who was much to young to have to go through the things he had experienced, she saw what he was thinking. Saw the worry, anger, hate, and many other things she couldn't determine. And for some reason she believed his answer. But what did it matter? He had still kidnapped her, without a reasonable explanation. She jerked her chin out of his grasp and took on a new determination.
"So are you planning on living in a hotel the rest of your life? In the muggle world of all places!? I thought your family hated muggles."
"We do." He responded carelessly.
"Then what do you have planned for your future? My future? Because we can't forget that you're in control here, that I can't live my own life anymore." She said sarcastically.
"I'm so glad you've finally figured that out." He replied. "It took you long enough."
"Just because I figured it out, doesn't mean I've excepted it." She replied haughtily. "Now if you'll kindly step aside so that I may go wash my face.
He looked at her, that old smirk of amusement beginning to break through.
"Sure thing Weasley." He said as he moved away.
She stopped and turned to face him.
"It's Ginny. My name is Ginny. If I'm going to have to spend so much time with you, I at least want to hear my first name."
"I don't know," he said, as if thinking hard about it. He smirked at her. "Using your first name could cause me to want to kiss you again."
"Oh don't worry about that." She responded. "Because it's not going to happen." And for the first time in a long while she smiled, even if it was a bit more of a smirk.
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Harry looked out of Dumbledore's office window. A pale pink and orange was beginning to shine through, the first hints of morning. It was going to be a beautiful day, but Harry didn't see the beauty in it. He felt alone, and nauseous, even though he wasn't hungry, and Hermione, Ron, and Dumbledore were still in the room. But Harry didn't see them. Didn't notice the tears in Hermione's eyes, the anguish on Ron's face, or the way Dumbledore was staring at him, a mix of sorrow and pity displayed in his expression.
"I don't know why Voldemort had Draco Malfoy out there last night," Dumbledore said sadly. "And I don't know what happened. I'm terribly sorry that Ginny had to be involved, that she had to run for her life. But Voldemort I'm sure saw her and he will be looking for them both now. I will do my best to bring Ginny home, but it could be hard. I am old and weary, and my bones aren't as reliable as in younger years."
"I know why Ginny had to be involved." Ron said, anger growing in his voice. "That piece of- piece of dirt- Malfoy did it to her! He probably kidnapped her to bring her to Voldemort! He's following in the footsteps of his father! Becoming a faithful Death Eater, he-"
"Ron!" Dumbledore interrupted. "That just doesn't make any since, if he had wanted to turn Ginny over to Voldemort, he could have done so very easily! But he didn't, I watched the map and I saw him helping her, and then they left Hogwarts grounds together, Voldemort running after them." He paused.
"No Mr. Weasley, I don't think Draco is working for Voldemort. He stunned his own father, and that would have been enough for them to kill him, without a second thought."
"Do you think Malfoy will bring Ginny back once he thinks they're safe Professor?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know. I just don't know."
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Ginny carefully walked into her room's bathroom, she had thought her ankle was sprained, but she was able to walk on in now. Of course she didn't know that Draco had put a healing spell on it. She glanced at herself in the mirror. That's when she realized she had none of what she called her "necessities". Her hair was wind-blown and knotty, she had no shampoo, brush, toothbrush, or make-up. The type of things no girl can live without. Not to mention she had no change of clothes! She was still in her navy low-cut sweater and worn jeans that she had thrown on after the quidditch match.
"Ugh!" she yelled. She stormed out of the bathroom to face Draco.
"How do you think I'm gonna survive without all my stuff!?"
Malfoy looked at her as if she were crazy.
"What are you talking about?"
Ginny huffed, thoroughly frustrated. 'Boys! Of course he wouldn't know what I'm talking about!'
"Look at me! I'm a wreck!"
He looked her over, very meticulously, and Ginny felt her cheeks turn red.
"Stop! I don't want you looking at me anymore!"
He smirked, and finally brought his eyes up to her face. Ginny glared at him, trying with all her might to keep from going over there and smacking him. He sighed and brought out his wand.
"I'll perform the cleaning spell on you, and then we'll go out and buy you some different clothes." He waved his wand, and instantly Ginny felt refreshed. Her clothes smelled like they had just been washed, and as she ran her hand through her hair it was soft and silky to her touch.
"Thanks." She muttered unwillingly.
"Can we go now?"
"I suppose." She muttered again. She turned to walk to the door, passed through the kitchenette, but froze at the sight before her. Malfoy stopped abruptly behind her, and almost tripped. He cursed and glared at Ginny.
"What now!?" he said angrily
Ginny stared at the object on the little table in the corner of the kitchenette. Why hadn't she noticed that telephone the night before!?
TBC
A/N: okey. hmm what do you all think? I promise to get the plot moving along soon :o)