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Against Her Will By Aradia Violet~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~
Breathe some faith into my chest
Lay me down, I need the rest
Ever since the sky turned grey
I've waited for the perfect day
~Roxette
Chapter Two: A Rescuer~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~
Draco Malfoy was running like he'd never run before. His breath came out as gasps, his cloak flapping around his legs. Would he make it on time?
As soon as he got off the horseless carriage, he set off for the Forbidden Forest with only one thought in his mind. To find her, before it was too late.
She'd sent him an owl a week before, telling him what she was planning to do. Immediately he had replied, saying that she must never ever do something like that, and that she would regret for the rest of her life, if there were anything left of it by then. But she'd seemed so determined, no matter what he said. However, the fact that she'd told him when and where this event was going to take place, brightened the little hope he had left. Maybe she wanted him to come rescue her?
Suddenly a shrill scream cut through the silence. Draco whirled around, trying to locate the sound. He squinted towards the sinking sun, and saw a tiny shape being sent into the air. She was being held by the boughs connected to an enormous tree. It was a rare and old tree, almost extinct, known as the Whomping Willow. The girl, or so Draco assumed, according to how high the voice had been, was still shrieking, but the sound had lost some of its strength. He faltered for a moment, thinking about whether he should go help the poor girl or continue in the opposite direction, which he was going in the first place. He cursed the gods for putting him in such a dilemma and with a sigh he hurried to the grand tree, fumbling with his wand.
When he was within reach of the Willow, the girl was only a limp, bloody body, not trying to struggle at all. Draco had only time to hope she was not dead before two massive boughs hit him in the face and stomach. He was thrown many meters back, and landed with a thud on the grass. The blow had busted his lip, which started to bleed.
The Willow creaked with anger. Draco feverishly found his wand, searching his brain for any spell that might work, but it felt as though a fog was obstructing from thinking clear. That damned Willow!
Desperately, he cried out the only spell that came to mind. He remembered learning it in the Defence Against the Dark Arts last year, but he hadn't been practicing in it since then. Fortunately, the spell had worked, and a chill wind flew out from the tip of the wand, surrounding the Willow, which shivered slightly and let its boughs sag.
Feeling somewhat proud of himself, Draco hurried to catch the falling girl from the enchanted Willow, at least five meters above, as he wondered how on earth he had got himself into this. A beated-up Malfoy was way out of character, but then again; Malfoy's always lend a hand if that could give them some glory. And rescuing this faire maiden from the dangerous tree, like a knight in shining armour, would definitely give him some credit.
"Ouch." The girl had landed on top of his head instead of his arms, which made him fall over as well. He felt his breath being squeezed out of his lungs when he hit the ground. After taking some steady breaths, he carefully placed the girl's head on his lap, removing the hair that covered her face.
When he saw whom it was, his heart suddenly stopped beating for a second. The person he'd risked his life for, was Ginny Weasley! Daughter of a crazy Muggle-lover, whose wallet housed nothing but moths. Draco would greatly preferred to leave her, but he found out that that probably would have been the same as letting her die.
She was full of scratches and wounds, making her slight body red with blood. Draco once more raised his wand, mumbling "cleanoisum." Slowly Ginny's pale skin emerged, exposing hundreds of freckles.
She'd long deep-red eyelashes, and eyebrows in the same colour. The way her brows curved, made her seem so wondering and innocent. Draco had never noticed this before, surely because he'd never actually looked at her. To him Ginny had just been the little sister to that git Ron Weasley. He became aware of her little, round mouth. It was half-opened and it reminded him of a mussel. He kept gazing at her, lost in thoughts.
Suddenly her face yanked, giving her an expression of pain. She let out a weak moan, trying to open her eyes.
"Harry?" she said dimly.
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A/N: One meter is quite the same as three feet.
I don't think this story's going to be as 'soapy' as I imagined, but I hope you'll like it anyway=)
And thank you for reviewing; it warms my heart:)
I haven't put it out earlier cuz I couldn't get into ffnet at all=(So now I've had plenty of time making the next chapter…
And thanks to Francesca and Anne Marie. You're great!