Tales from the Cell
Chapter 2
A/n: Wow, great response for the first chapter. +happy+ :D Lol, anyways, the last chapter was short and there were a few typos. I'm going to fix that this time _ Hope you like this chapter as much as the last. Also, sorry for the delay. Strep throat does that._
"Draco...don't do this again. You've been in here for five months. You're hallucinating. Just sign the papers and let's get it over with." Ginny looked away, unable to hold the tears.
"Just hear me out. Luc-"
"No! Draco! Sign the papers so I can get out of this infernal place!" Ginny's eyes were filled with sadness and rage.
"But...I......" Draco stopped. He stared at the pen and the papers for a long time.
He gently took the pen from Ginny's trembling hand. Ginny winced as his cold flesh touched her own. He had been so warm. So loving.
His signature was sloppy, but it would do.
"I love you. I love her...Tell her I love her," Draco looked away, burying his face in his hands.
Ginny wanted so badly to reach out. She wanted so badly to cry with him. To hold him and feel his warmth. But his warmth was gone. He was a murderer. She quickly collected the papers and stormed away, never looking back.
*
"Mommy! You're home!" A small, strawberry blonde headed girl ran up the door as Ginny stepped in.
Ginny held her daughter in her arms, hurriedly wiping away the tears. She finally pulled Isabelle away, looking into her eyes that mirrored her own.
"Oh, Isa. We're going to be ok now. We're going to be ok, alright, Isa- baby?" Ginny held back tears as her daughter lifted her hands to Ginny's cheeks.
"We've always been ok, mommy," the little girl smiled and ran to get her pictures from the kitchen. Ginny sighed and straightened herself, smiling at the woman who ran the "Little Witches Academy." When Isabelle returned, Ginny took her hand and together they walked home.
*
As Ginny prepared dinner, simple spaghetti, a face popped up in her fire place.
"Hey Ginny...How ya' been?" The strikingly handsome face of Harry Potter stuck out of the flames.
Ginny tried to ignore him. She stirred the spaghetti, rougher then normal.
"Ginny, come on. It's been sixth months. You have to talk to me," Harry chuckled. Big mistake.
"How dare you? How dare you enter my home and act like everything is alright, Harry? You ruined my life. You ruined Isabelle's. You ruined Draco's...." Ginny turned, her wand pointed towards the image of Harry.
"Oh, Draco, the Deatheater." Harry shook his head, his emerald eyes closing.
"Don't you ever speak to me again," and with that, Ginny doused the flames, and the image of Harry.
Leaving the stove on "auto", Ginny slumped into a chair, burying her face in her hands.
*
She hadn't always loved Draco as much as she did now. Sure, she and her buddies, a year younger, had swooned over his handsome features. But she had never loved him.
Until that one day, when she had gotten detention for staying out at Hogsmead too late. Snape had found her and sentenced her to detention the very next night, scrubbing floors with no magical help.
After an hour of scraping slime from the walls of the dungeons, Ginny had started to hear things. Shouts, stomps, slamming. Finally, the figures of Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy emerged through the doorway.
"You, Mr. Malfoy, can help Ms. Weasley here with the sludge. Have fun." With that, Snape turned and slammed the door.
Draco stood, speechless. He finally turned to Ginny, frowning. His arms crossed and he leaned against the wall, looking away from her.
"Get cleaning, Weasley."
Ginny said nothing. Draco snorted and turned throwing his hands up.
"Fine, get us both in trouble. I'm sure Snape would love the excuse, 'I didn't clean because I was being a b-'" He stopped mid sentence. The toothbrush had suddenly flown across the room and smacked him straight in the back of the head. Slowly he turned, his hands lowering to his hips.
"Did you just throw that-" But again he was cut off when Ginny stood and held up her hands.
"Get cleaning, Malfoy......"
*
"Hermione, you know I want to go, but if he is there, neither me nor Isabelle will be attending." Ginny sat before Hermione, discussing the wedding arrangements.
"Oh, Ginny! Harry is Ron's best friend, you're his sister. He cannot choose..." Hermione sighed, trailing off.
"Harry Potter has caused my daughter and I to live a cursed life. Never will my daughter know her father, never will I sleep in a warm bed with him at my side. He was good, Hermione. He left that life. How would you feel? How could you live?" Tears rolled down her cheeks as Hermione stood, walking to her and kneeling beside her.
"I couldn't live if anyone took Ron away. I have no idea how you deal with your grief, but if you don't come, what will that show? That you are a recluse old witch? Come now Ginny. Don't come for Harry, come for me, for Ron, for..." Hermione looked up, tilting her head, "Your mother would have wanted you to be at his wedding."
Ginny dropped from the chair beside Hermione, sobs racking her body. Hermione embraced the fallen girl and rocked with her.
*
Harry Potter sat back in his chair, trying to block out the stack of papers on his desk. Trials, trials and more trials. It just never ended.
Leaning forward again he picked up a large, white envelope and slowly removed its contents for the tenth time that night.
Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger invite you to witness their...
He stopped reading it and threw it on the desk. Would he even go? Ginny would be there, she was Hermione's Maid of Honor. She would be there with that sweet little girl of hers, what was her name? Annabelle? Elizabeth?
Shaking his head he thought of what he had done wrong. He hadn't liked her in school, not until he had come to aid for Dumbledore after graduation. She was awesomely beautiful in her seventh year. But, she was taken....Draco Malfoy. Phft, why him? He was evil, his father had killed her mother..........He thought he had done the right thing, Draco had killed someone. What if he had turned on Ginny and.....Eliza...Elisa. ?
Deep inside he knew the truth. Draco would never have harmed either of them. Harry knew this, but he had to do what was right. He had to protect Ginny and show her what she had missed when accepting that Deatheater....
Silently, the gaunt frame of Harry James Potter rose and slowly carried itself out the door and through the hall.
A/n: o_o I finished. XD It's been too long since I put this out and I'll be faster for the next chapter. Uhm, yes I made Harry kinda evil, but I hate him. XD He deserves it. Ego crazy monkey is what he'll turn out to be, let me tell you.... The next chapter will be the wedding. :D Fun shtuff will happen and it will end in a cliff hanger. ;) Please Review!!!
Chapter 2
A/n: Wow, great response for the first chapter. +happy+ :D Lol, anyways, the last chapter was short and there were a few typos. I'm going to fix that this time _ Hope you like this chapter as much as the last. Also, sorry for the delay. Strep throat does that._
"Draco...don't do this again. You've been in here for five months. You're hallucinating. Just sign the papers and let's get it over with." Ginny looked away, unable to hold the tears.
"Just hear me out. Luc-"
"No! Draco! Sign the papers so I can get out of this infernal place!" Ginny's eyes were filled with sadness and rage.
"But...I......" Draco stopped. He stared at the pen and the papers for a long time.
He gently took the pen from Ginny's trembling hand. Ginny winced as his cold flesh touched her own. He had been so warm. So loving.
His signature was sloppy, but it would do.
"I love you. I love her...Tell her I love her," Draco looked away, burying his face in his hands.
Ginny wanted so badly to reach out. She wanted so badly to cry with him. To hold him and feel his warmth. But his warmth was gone. He was a murderer. She quickly collected the papers and stormed away, never looking back.
*
"Mommy! You're home!" A small, strawberry blonde headed girl ran up the door as Ginny stepped in.
Ginny held her daughter in her arms, hurriedly wiping away the tears. She finally pulled Isabelle away, looking into her eyes that mirrored her own.
"Oh, Isa. We're going to be ok now. We're going to be ok, alright, Isa- baby?" Ginny held back tears as her daughter lifted her hands to Ginny's cheeks.
"We've always been ok, mommy," the little girl smiled and ran to get her pictures from the kitchen. Ginny sighed and straightened herself, smiling at the woman who ran the "Little Witches Academy." When Isabelle returned, Ginny took her hand and together they walked home.
*
As Ginny prepared dinner, simple spaghetti, a face popped up in her fire place.
"Hey Ginny...How ya' been?" The strikingly handsome face of Harry Potter stuck out of the flames.
Ginny tried to ignore him. She stirred the spaghetti, rougher then normal.
"Ginny, come on. It's been sixth months. You have to talk to me," Harry chuckled. Big mistake.
"How dare you? How dare you enter my home and act like everything is alright, Harry? You ruined my life. You ruined Isabelle's. You ruined Draco's...." Ginny turned, her wand pointed towards the image of Harry.
"Oh, Draco, the Deatheater." Harry shook his head, his emerald eyes closing.
"Don't you ever speak to me again," and with that, Ginny doused the flames, and the image of Harry.
Leaving the stove on "auto", Ginny slumped into a chair, burying her face in her hands.
*
She hadn't always loved Draco as much as she did now. Sure, she and her buddies, a year younger, had swooned over his handsome features. But she had never loved him.
Until that one day, when she had gotten detention for staying out at Hogsmead too late. Snape had found her and sentenced her to detention the very next night, scrubbing floors with no magical help.
After an hour of scraping slime from the walls of the dungeons, Ginny had started to hear things. Shouts, stomps, slamming. Finally, the figures of Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy emerged through the doorway.
"You, Mr. Malfoy, can help Ms. Weasley here with the sludge. Have fun." With that, Snape turned and slammed the door.
Draco stood, speechless. He finally turned to Ginny, frowning. His arms crossed and he leaned against the wall, looking away from her.
"Get cleaning, Weasley."
Ginny said nothing. Draco snorted and turned throwing his hands up.
"Fine, get us both in trouble. I'm sure Snape would love the excuse, 'I didn't clean because I was being a b-'" He stopped mid sentence. The toothbrush had suddenly flown across the room and smacked him straight in the back of the head. Slowly he turned, his hands lowering to his hips.
"Did you just throw that-" But again he was cut off when Ginny stood and held up her hands.
"Get cleaning, Malfoy......"
*
"Hermione, you know I want to go, but if he is there, neither me nor Isabelle will be attending." Ginny sat before Hermione, discussing the wedding arrangements.
"Oh, Ginny! Harry is Ron's best friend, you're his sister. He cannot choose..." Hermione sighed, trailing off.
"Harry Potter has caused my daughter and I to live a cursed life. Never will my daughter know her father, never will I sleep in a warm bed with him at my side. He was good, Hermione. He left that life. How would you feel? How could you live?" Tears rolled down her cheeks as Hermione stood, walking to her and kneeling beside her.
"I couldn't live if anyone took Ron away. I have no idea how you deal with your grief, but if you don't come, what will that show? That you are a recluse old witch? Come now Ginny. Don't come for Harry, come for me, for Ron, for..." Hermione looked up, tilting her head, "Your mother would have wanted you to be at his wedding."
Ginny dropped from the chair beside Hermione, sobs racking her body. Hermione embraced the fallen girl and rocked with her.
*
Harry Potter sat back in his chair, trying to block out the stack of papers on his desk. Trials, trials and more trials. It just never ended.
Leaning forward again he picked up a large, white envelope and slowly removed its contents for the tenth time that night.
Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger invite you to witness their...
He stopped reading it and threw it on the desk. Would he even go? Ginny would be there, she was Hermione's Maid of Honor. She would be there with that sweet little girl of hers, what was her name? Annabelle? Elizabeth?
Shaking his head he thought of what he had done wrong. He hadn't liked her in school, not until he had come to aid for Dumbledore after graduation. She was awesomely beautiful in her seventh year. But, she was taken....Draco Malfoy. Phft, why him? He was evil, his father had killed her mother..........He thought he had done the right thing, Draco had killed someone. What if he had turned on Ginny and.....Eliza...Elisa. ?
Deep inside he knew the truth. Draco would never have harmed either of them. Harry knew this, but he had to do what was right. He had to protect Ginny and show her what she had missed when accepting that Deatheater....
Silently, the gaunt frame of Harry James Potter rose and slowly carried itself out the door and through the hall.
A/n: o_o I finished. XD It's been too long since I put this out and I'll be faster for the next chapter. Uhm, yes I made Harry kinda evil, but I hate him. XD He deserves it. Ego crazy monkey is what he'll turn out to be, let me tell you.... The next chapter will be the wedding. :D Fun shtuff will happen and it will end in a cliff hanger. ;) Please Review!!!