~*~Green and Gold~*~
By Kellyanne
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good…oh, I mean…I own nothing *sheepish grin*
Chapter 4
"Hey, mum, would it be alright if I got a new robe for my birthday??" Ginny asked as she and Mrs. Weasley turned up a side alley. Diagon Alley was unbelievably crowded this afternoon, so they decided to use a short cut to the Leaky Cauldron.
"I don't see why not. With your father's new promotion, we have money for necessities and then some to spare," Mrs. Weasley chuckled, her pockets jingling with gold and silver.
They both jumped when they heard a crash.
Ginny looked around and saw that a garbage bin had been overturned. She laughed. They were afraid of garbage.
The two started walking again and Ginny let her thoughts wander to Harry. She felt so bad for him. He had to feel horrible about Cedric Diggory, especially since he hadn't been able to do anything.
Ginny was so deep in thought that she didn't noticed the shadow that had formed on the wall. She only turned around when she felt the warmth of a glowing wand.
Suddenly it was like she was watching from beside her attacker. The hair of the man was a silvery blonde and the eyes were like ice, hard and frozen to keep all emotions locked forever inside.
Lucious Malfoy.
"Cruciatus," Malfoy whispered. She saw herself wince in pain, her shoulder thrust backwards as though a hand had pushed it.
The same cold voice of Malfoy muttered something else.
She recognized it as a spell to petrify someone.
Her mum went as stiff as a board and fell hard to the ground.
Then Malfoy turned to her, the her that wasn't on the alley floor, and his cold eyes bore into her with a power that made her believe he could see her thoughts.
"He's coming for you."
Ginny sat up in bed, her eyes narrowing at the unwanted burst of sunlight.
Blimey, what a nightmare. But…it hadn't really been a nightmare…had it? It was what happened in the alley; only she saw it through the eyes of someone else. And she had seen Lucious Malfoy, but she hadn't really seen anyone that day in the alley.
Her head was pounding but she dragged herself out of bed. She looked grimly around the room, sadly noting that only one of the beds, besides hers, was filled. She knew it would be that way, but it still made her frown.
After Cedric Diggory was killed, his parents took his little sister out of Hogwarts. She had slept across from Ginny. Then Jasmine Patters transferred to a different wizarding school farther north, her parents fearing that Hogwarts was unsafe. Now the only other person in her room was Victoria Bramble and she was always in the library.
Sighing, Ginny walked out of the sleeping chamber and trudged down the stairs. She pushed through the portrait of the fat lady only to fall into the arms of everyone's favorite blonde.
He had woken up early, wanting to get to the Great Hall for breakfast before anyone else. Actually, he hadn't slept at all that night. His mind was too clouded.
He wanted to know why his father had attacked Ginny and her mother. It was nearly three in the morning when Draco actually sent a letter to his father, asking about what had happened. He lied in the letter, saying he had come across an old newspaper article in the Daily Prophet that told about the attack.
He had also been kept awake by thoughts of a certain redhead who he found beautiful and graceful, charming and illustrious and so damn marvelous. It wasn't just her face that kept his eyes from closing. It was also the fact that having feelings for her could be dangerous. His feelings could lead her into whatever trap his father might be setting.
Draco knew his father was setting up a trap for Ginny. He felt it in his bones, just like he did when his father was helping with the planning of what would lead to the death of Cedric Diggory.
Everyone thought that he had wanted an innocent guy to get killed. They all believed that he had helped his father bring the Dark Lord back. Some even believed that he, too, was part of the Dark Lord's inner circle.
That's another reason why it was too dangerous to be anywhere near Ginny. His reputation could ruin her…possible her entire family, even though most of it was false.
His eyes fell to the ground. Nobody would believe that he had intentions that weren't meant to harm any member of the Weasley clan.
He decided to stay as far away from Ginny as possible at that moment.
With eyes locked on the stone floor, he felt his body collide with something soft, something warm.
He looked up, his arm shooting out at the sight of a small body falling. His arm caught the girl around the waist and pulled her up against his chest.
Red hair blew into his face and his eyes were met with pools of chocolate. Ginny.
His first instinct was to smile, ask if she was all right after what had happened the night before.
But then he remembered what could happen if he was near her. How he could possibly be putting her life on the line…that's when his face grew hard, his eyes glazing over with a façade of false malice.
"Watch where you're going Weasley," He said, glaring.
The smile that had been forming on Ginny's lips was quickly turning into a frown. Then she met his glare with one of her own.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, ferret-boy??" She spat, unleashing the words from her mouth as if they were poison.
He raised his eyebrows as she pushed away from him and grabbed her wand, which had fallen from her pocket.
His lips threatened to form a smile, a true, heartfelt smile, so he did what he usually did to force smiles away: he insulted.
"Where's Potter, Weasel?" He asked, sneering. God, he hated doing this, but it was the only way to keep her away from him, away from danger.
The look that crossed her face couldn't even be named. Her eyes shrank to narrow slits and her lips pushed into a straight line that rivaled the same stern look of Professor McGonagall. Her hand whipped out and he felt her wand jabbing painfully into his chest.
"If you ever ask me about that git ever again, I swear you'll be wishing you had never crawled out of your family's sick, twisted gene pool!!" She whispered harshly through gritted teeth.
Withdrawing her wand, she spun on her heel and ran down the corridor towards the Great Hall.
He watched her round the corner before he rubbed his sore ribs.
Damn, she was feisty…and he liked it. It was going to be damn near impossible to stay away from her. But in staying away, he knew he'd fall…fall for a Weasley.
A/N- I got a pot full of plot on the stove…its almost done. A bit of it spilled into this chapter. Lol, anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Review or I won't write, lol. Actually, I will write, but I'll keep it to myself and get sad L