Hey, I'm back! And less than two hours later, too...wow. It's all because I received a very nice review
that said "more ASAP", so I obliged. See how happy reviews make me? They make my day. Honestly. So thank you
ever so much, Lynn-chan, you are fantastic!
I know these chapters are pretty short, I apologize. I'm swamped with stuff to do right now and tiny little
chaplettes are all I have time for. I promise they'll get longer as the story goes along. Anyway, here we go (again).
Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em and still too lazy to be funny in a disclaimer.
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Ginny whipped around, a panicked thumping in her chest. Through miles of corridor twisted a
scream that wrenched at her heart and twisted her insides into knots. Every kind of hurt and
loneliness and loss imaginable were threaded into that scream and beside it Ginny felt all her sadness
pale to nothing. Hesitating only a moment, she lifted her robes and ran down the corridor, following
the sound as best she could.
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Draco could've beaten himself senseless. Sure, none of his fellow Slytherins would have heard
that anguished cry since their lair had a permanent soundproofing ward on it, but that certainly didn't
account for what the rest of the castle heard. Hauling himself up from where his legs had deposited him
upon losing control, he stopped and cocked his head to one side. Footsteps! And not just footsteps,
but someone running for all they were worth. He cast about him quickly, looking for some secret cubbyhole
that could conceal him, but it was too late. The footsteps were upon him and he found himself staring
into the very surprised eyes of none other than Virginia Weasley. He had time for one thought before his
legs gave out again and he sat down hard on the floor.
"Fuck." he said
And the world winked out of existence.
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"He fainted."
She said the words aloud to make it more believable. It wasn't working.
"Draco Malfoy just fainted at the sight of me."
It still wasn't working. So she did the only thing that her curious mind and kind soul would let her do:
she walked over and poked him in the ribs with her toe. She immediately leaped back, terrified, then shook
her head ruefully. It wasn't as if he was actually the monster that had terrorized her dreams ever since
Ron had told her about the "damned evil git, Malfoy". She squatted down near his head and looked at the
nasty bump that was swelling on his temple.
"Hi." her voice came out in a most unbecoming squeak. She shook her head and began again:
"Hi....Malfoy. Umm, I'm not...really sure what happened and I know you can't hear me...but please, when you wake
up, don't think I did anything to you, because I promise I didn't...and, uh...to prove that I didn't, I'm going
to heal the bump on your head for you. Ok? So please, the next time you see me and you don't pass out, please
don't hurt me. Or Ron." she added belatedly.
With that she pulled out her wand and performed the customary swish and flick while muttering an incantation.
"Terve tempia!"
He didn't stir.
"Well...uh, Malfoy....that should do the trick...I'm really sorry I saw you fall down and I..uh...really hope
you don't remember you saw me. Ok, bye!"
On the last word she stood up quickly to go, still fearful of the infamous Malfoy, when a hand reached out
faster and paler than lightening and grabbed her arm. It pulled her painfully to her knees and forced her upper
body to twist around as another hand grabbed her chin and held her head in a vicelike grip. Ginny let out a
terrified shriek as she found herself facing a pair of very vivid, very angry grey eyes. Panicked, she twisted
and turned, trying to contort her arm free of its captor. The eyes still looked directly at her, now vaguely amused
and infinitely superior as he held her wrist effortlessly. It wasn't so much that it was Malfoy's eyes that created
this feeling of terror (although that WAS the cause for a lot of it) it was the fact that ANY pair of eyes were
looking directly at her, where no eye had looked in years and years. This previously unknown sensation caused her
to go into a frenzy as she kicked, punched, bit and scratched her way out of his grasp.
"Dammit!" Draco yelled, his emotions still running rampant. "What the hell was that all about? I just grabbed you
because I thought you were attacking me! For once I actually didn't do anything to hurt you!"
His eyes continued to bore into Ginny's head, causing her feet to become rooted to the spot in stark terror.
"Ever the silent little Weasel, aren't you? What's the matter? Is your family too stupid and illiterate to teach you
to speak properly?"
Draco felt a bit more composed now, picking on a Weasley always made him feel better.
She shook her head dumbly, trembling from head to toe, as she searched for a means of escape.
"It seems they are. Well. It does seem we live up to the name of 'Weasel'" he sneered, finally
breaking eye contact to examine the bleeding tooth marks in his forearm.
With his gaze finally removed from hers, Ginny found to her great relief that her feet had
remembered how to move. While his head was down and his attention was elsewhere, she gathered her robes and
positively flew back to Gryffindor tower.
that said "more ASAP", so I obliged. See how happy reviews make me? They make my day. Honestly. So thank you
ever so much, Lynn-chan, you are fantastic!
I know these chapters are pretty short, I apologize. I'm swamped with stuff to do right now and tiny little
chaplettes are all I have time for. I promise they'll get longer as the story goes along. Anyway, here we go (again).
Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em and still too lazy to be funny in a disclaimer.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Ginny whipped around, a panicked thumping in her chest. Through miles of corridor twisted a
scream that wrenched at her heart and twisted her insides into knots. Every kind of hurt and
loneliness and loss imaginable were threaded into that scream and beside it Ginny felt all her sadness
pale to nothing. Hesitating only a moment, she lifted her robes and ran down the corridor, following
the sound as best she could.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Draco could've beaten himself senseless. Sure, none of his fellow Slytherins would have heard
that anguished cry since their lair had a permanent soundproofing ward on it, but that certainly didn't
account for what the rest of the castle heard. Hauling himself up from where his legs had deposited him
upon losing control, he stopped and cocked his head to one side. Footsteps! And not just footsteps,
but someone running for all they were worth. He cast about him quickly, looking for some secret cubbyhole
that could conceal him, but it was too late. The footsteps were upon him and he found himself staring
into the very surprised eyes of none other than Virginia Weasley. He had time for one thought before his
legs gave out again and he sat down hard on the floor.
"Fuck." he said
And the world winked out of existence.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"He fainted."
She said the words aloud to make it more believable. It wasn't working.
"Draco Malfoy just fainted at the sight of me."
It still wasn't working. So she did the only thing that her curious mind and kind soul would let her do:
she walked over and poked him in the ribs with her toe. She immediately leaped back, terrified, then shook
her head ruefully. It wasn't as if he was actually the monster that had terrorized her dreams ever since
Ron had told her about the "damned evil git, Malfoy". She squatted down near his head and looked at the
nasty bump that was swelling on his temple.
"Hi." her voice came out in a most unbecoming squeak. She shook her head and began again:
"Hi....Malfoy. Umm, I'm not...really sure what happened and I know you can't hear me...but please, when you wake
up, don't think I did anything to you, because I promise I didn't...and, uh...to prove that I didn't, I'm going
to heal the bump on your head for you. Ok? So please, the next time you see me and you don't pass out, please
don't hurt me. Or Ron." she added belatedly.
With that she pulled out her wand and performed the customary swish and flick while muttering an incantation.
"Terve tempia!"
He didn't stir.
"Well...uh, Malfoy....that should do the trick...I'm really sorry I saw you fall down and I..uh...really hope
you don't remember you saw me. Ok, bye!"
On the last word she stood up quickly to go, still fearful of the infamous Malfoy, when a hand reached out
faster and paler than lightening and grabbed her arm. It pulled her painfully to her knees and forced her upper
body to twist around as another hand grabbed her chin and held her head in a vicelike grip. Ginny let out a
terrified shriek as she found herself facing a pair of very vivid, very angry grey eyes. Panicked, she twisted
and turned, trying to contort her arm free of its captor. The eyes still looked directly at her, now vaguely amused
and infinitely superior as he held her wrist effortlessly. It wasn't so much that it was Malfoy's eyes that created
this feeling of terror (although that WAS the cause for a lot of it) it was the fact that ANY pair of eyes were
looking directly at her, where no eye had looked in years and years. This previously unknown sensation caused her
to go into a frenzy as she kicked, punched, bit and scratched her way out of his grasp.
"Dammit!" Draco yelled, his emotions still running rampant. "What the hell was that all about? I just grabbed you
because I thought you were attacking me! For once I actually didn't do anything to hurt you!"
His eyes continued to bore into Ginny's head, causing her feet to become rooted to the spot in stark terror.
"Ever the silent little Weasel, aren't you? What's the matter? Is your family too stupid and illiterate to teach you
to speak properly?"
Draco felt a bit more composed now, picking on a Weasley always made him feel better.
She shook her head dumbly, trembling from head to toe, as she searched for a means of escape.
"It seems they are. Well. It does seem we live up to the name of 'Weasel'" he sneered, finally
breaking eye contact to examine the bleeding tooth marks in his forearm.
With his gaze finally removed from hers, Ginny found to her great relief that her feet had
remembered how to move. While his head was down and his attention was elsewhere, she gathered her robes and
positively flew back to Gryffindor tower.