~*~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 13
Draco barely dragged himself out of bed the next morning. He had stayed up for the remainder of the night thinking about Ginny. It was hard not to think about her.
What had started out as a pleasant dream, though, had ended in a nightmare.
He had been lying in bed, staring at the canopy above his head, when the door creaked open. He had expected to see Allie enter the room, like she had the night of her murder, but Ginny walked in instead. Her red hair flowed gently down her back, contrasting brilliantly with her long, white nightgown. She looked like an angel.
"Oy Ferret," She whispered, her eyes twinkling in the glowing light of the fire.
"Oy Weasel," He said, smiling as she lay down beside him. She planted a soft kiss on his mouth and he closed his eyes, taking comfort in her soft, full lips.
"I like your hair all unruly," She breathed, playing with the blonde hair that was falling in front of his eyes.
"I'll keep that in mind," He said softly, bringing his lips down to meet hers. He smiled when a moan rose in Ginny's throat.
"Stop doing that," Ginny said quietly, pushing him gently off of her.
"Doing what??"
"Stop making me love you," She smiled and leaned over, crushing her lips to his. He was surprised by the hunger in her kiss, but he smiled, wrapping an arm around her back.
That's when the door slammed open, Lucious Malfoy standing in the doorway, wand raised.
"Thank you for making it easy, boy. The Dark Lord shall be pleased."
He didn't know what was going on, but suddenly a thick, green light flashed in front of his eyes, blinding him. When the light flickered away, he realized that Ginny had gone limp in his arms. His father had killed her…just like he had killed Allison.
When he finally rolled out of bed, he realized that everything in that dream could happen if Lucious ever found out about he and Ginny. Sighing, he dressed quickly, his robes wrinkled and unruly. He didn't bother combing his hair and the thought of gelling it didn't even cross his mind.
He walked slowly towards the Great Hall, not wanting to see anyone except Ginny. He had to tell her about his dream. When he got to the doors to the hall, he met Ginny, who was flanked by Granger, Potter and her brother. When they saw him, they all smiled before leaving him and Ginny alone.
"Oy Ferret," Ginny said, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiled halfheartedly, snaking a protective arm around her waist.
"Morning," He mumbled. Ginny didn't seem to notice that he sounded as though he had just come from a funeral.
She smiled up at him, her gentle, brown gaze eyeing his disorderly hair.
"I like your hair all unruly," She said softly, running a hand through his blonde hair. He shivered, slowly withdrawing his arm from her waist.
She had said that in his dream.
"Um…I…er…I gotta go," He mentally slapped himself on the forehead as he walked to the Slytherin table, taking his seat. You don't stutter, Draco! No Malfoy ever stutters!
Sighing, he put his head down on the tabletop, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the annoying voices of his housemates. He took comfort in the peace…that last for about three seconds.
"DRAKIE!!"
His head shot off the table when the unbelievably loud shriek rose from the seat next to him.
"What?" He asked, glaring at Pansy. Was she blind or something? Couldn't she see that he didn't want to talk to anyone??
"Drakie, I wanted to know if you were going to Hogsmeade on Saturday."
He sighed. It didn't surprise him that that was what Pansy had wanted to talk about. What had he expected anyway? Having a conversation about something meaningful would be way beyond her intelligence level. Wait…Pansy and intelligence in the same sentence. Ha! He chuckled softly at that.
"Drakie, you didn't answer my question!" The annoying girl persisted. He sighed.
"I don't know, Parkinson. What difference does it make to you?"
Pansy simply grinned, "I want you to take me."
He smirked, looking over at Ginny and catching her eye. She smiled. "Sorry, Parkinson, but I'm going with someone else."
"Oh, really, and who would that be??"
He didn't bother answering. He simply stood up and motioned for Ginny to follow him into the hallway, knowing Pansy was too thick to notice that he was gone.
While Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch and broomsticks, Ginny sat quietly, eating her breakfast in silence. She couldn't shake the image of those cold, black eyes from her head. They were haunting…familiarly haunting. She knew them, but her mind refused to name them. Blimey, it was aggravating.
She hid it well, though. Hermione kept reading from a thick tome titled A Guide to Medieval Sorcery and the two older boys kept chattering on about the latest Firebolt model, none of them suspecting that she was at the edge of an emotional breakdown.
Those cold, black pits were making her nutters.
It was then that she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She turned around, meeting a soft gray gaze. She smiled, sighing in relief that the eyes belonged to Draco. She half expected to meet the icy gaze that was plaguing her mind.
Draco was standing and he motioned for her to join him in the hallway. She gladly complied, leaving her seat at the Gryffindor table. She doubted anyone noticed her departure, being as they were all enthralled in one thing or another.
He was leaning casually against a wall, his arms crossed across his chest. A ghost of a smile was lingering on his face, but she knew it wasn't a true smile.
Something was bothering him.
"Couldn't keep away, could you?" She said playfully, hoping that that would make him chuckle, smirk…anything!!
His lips fell to a frown, "I had a dream last night."
"I'm assuming it was a bad dream," She said softly.
"Bloody hell, Ginny, why else would I be telling you??" He snapped, making her wince. So he'd only confide in her if things were terrible?
" I didn't mean it like that, Gin…I'm sorry." He said softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand, "It's just that I've felt cold since I woke up from that bloody dream. I feel like my body has been turned to ice."
"Draco, what happened in the dream?"
He hesitated, his eyes falling to the ground. For a long minute, Ginny thought he wasn't going to answer, but he finally looked up to meet her gaze. His eyes were full of emotion…full of sadness and pain.
"You died, Gin. You died just like Allie."
A/N- Hate me now, lol. How will Ginny react?? *Overdramatic gasp* Stay tuned for the next chapter, which will probably be a bit darker. I don't know yet…still gotta write it J
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