Disclaimer: I own nothing but the song that will PROBABLY be in this chapter. If it's not, I will make up another one to go into this chapter.
The looked at him for a moment, then started, "You don't want to know."
The words she spoke rung true in the air for a few moments, then disappeared from hearing, yet the words stayed in his mind. He knew what she had said was true, but he could not bring himself to speak.
"You know why though, so why do you ask? You have one yourself," Ginny said as she reached over and rolled up his arm to reveal the same tattoo that was on her arm. "You know what it means to wear one, so why do you force yourself to ask me?"
He was not sure what to say. Yes, he knew the meaning of the tattoo that was on her arm, but he wanted to hear it from her. What she had said had proven what he knew.
"But why give yourself to him?" He asked. He knew some of the things that Lord Voldemort did to the female deatheaters, yet they continued to serve him willingly. He did not know why they did this, he truly did not.
"Evil can be very tempting, Dragon. You probably know that, and you also know the answer to your own questions. If you ask questions to which the answers you already know, then you will never learn anything."
He was almost scared of Ginny, the way she spoke. Her voice was emotionless and cold, and it scared him to hear her like this. Her voice was always filled with joy and happiness, but now it was empty. This was why she had given herself to Voldemort. Because she didn't care anymore.
He could tell that she no longer cared. It was all for fun now, that was it. Life was a game, a game that no one could win. Yet she played that game, making up the rules as she went along. There was no point in the game anymore though. There was no beginning, nor any end. There was no way to beat the endless game that played people like pawns, the way people played one another.
She didn't care when the game was over, nor did she care about when it started. She cared not about the future, nor the past, yet she did not care about the present either. It was all a game... A game that, when you lost, you had to pay a large price. And everyone lost.
In all truth, she did not trust Draco. She did not want to trust him, either. Trusting him meant that she would have to give herself up. If she fell, he would have to help her back up. She didn't want to trust him.
She nearly flinched when she felt his tight embrace around her, and instinctively she returned it, which surprised him. He pulled back and tried to smile, but he found he could not. He slowly stood, and part of her wanted to stop him, but she did not.
She reminded herself that she didn't want to trust him. She didn't want to trust anyone. She had been hurt to many times to trust people now. No one knew how she had been hurt, but she had been, inside. She didn't want to hurt anymore, and that meant to stop trusting.
Draco looked back at her for a moment, before walking out of the girls dormitory. As he walked down the stairs, some of the girls gave him odd looks, while others tried to flirt with him, but he ignored any and all who acknowledge him in one way or another.
Why did I hug her? He asked himself. Part of him knew why. Part of that girl seemed to empty, no emotion at all. She seemed fully in control of her life, yet not in control of anything at the same time.
In a way, she was completely helpless against what was happening to her. Now that everything was set up, she could only go along with what would happen to her. He couldn't stand seeing that kind of helplessness happen to her, so he had wanted to comfort her, although he would not admit that to even himself. The thought of The Dragon comforting someone was absurd, even in his own mind.
He wanted her to trust him, and he wanted to trust her. It was insane in even his mind, but he found it true, although the reason to it eluded him. He felt that they somehow needed to trust one another. He shook the feeling off quickly. What was he thinking? He shook his head at himself. No, he didn't need to trust anyone!
Even if he would not admit it, if she needed help, he would help her. His instincts told him to, and at times that was all he had. He had to trust in himself, and he wanted her to be able to do the same thing.
The two simoutainously felt the burning sensation on their forearms. Ginny slowly got out of bed and put on her black, hooded robe, disappearing out of the castle with the others who were also followers. None were seen as they slipped into the forbidden forest and then appeared in a graveyard.
In the center of the graveyard, there stood Lord Voldemort himself, cloaked in the same black as the others were. Ginny took her place in the circle that was forming, her place beside Draco oddly enough. She couldn't see his face because of his mask, but she knew he was there all the same.
"We have a new addition to our group tonight," Voldemort hissed slowly, extending a hand towards Ginny, making a small, evil smile form on her lips. "Her whole family is, or was, in Gryfindor at Hogwarts, but she managed the honor of belonging in Slytherin. And she joins us here tonight for her initiation into my service. If she lives, then she will join us amongst this circle once more."
His voice was as cold as ice, running down Ginny's spine, yet somehow there was a comforting side to it. She could sense how cold it was around her, and how cold his voice was, yet she found nothing wrong with it.
"I would be honored to be in the service of milord," Ginny replied respectfully, sweeping a deep bow, making a cruel smile curl up onto Voldemorts lips.
The man in the center of the circle took his wand out and hissed a single word. "Crucio."
Ginny knew how she was expected to play this game, so she stood still as the pain racked through her body. She bit her lip, her fingernails making little, bloody, half moons in her palms. But she would not cry out, nor would she crumble to the floor.
After a good ten minutes, he muttered the counter curse, and she finally let her legs give out. She fell to the floor with a soft 'thump' sound, but Voldemort looked pleased.
"Very good Miss Weasley. You may join us, and take your place among the circle." His words slithered out of his mouth as he spoke as if he were a snake.
A smile crossed her lips as she slowly stood up, despite the intense pain that it caused her. Draco held out an arm and steadied her, and she did not stop him from doing so. But how did she knew he would not let her fall? She was indeed beginning to trust him.
Brave the heights as The Dragon soars
Hold onto reality as you watch him fly
You must grab on; must risk falling
Unless you don't want to reach the sky
The sky won't come down to you
You've got to reach up high
Or you'll never fly
Never be up high with the stars
You can't ride The Dragon without trust
You've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You might fall off; The Dragon will catch you
But you've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You'll never soar through the sky You've got to grab on...
You've got to grab on...
And reach the sky
They walked together back to Hogwarts, him still steadying her as they walked. Pain racked her body with every step, and she stumbled a few times, but Draco always caught her.
Dragons can be dangerous
Their eyes are cold; their touch harsh
Words can pierce the soul
But what is said isn't always the truth
Angry words are often careless
The Dragons fire is often hot
No one knows what lies ahead
You must take a chance; you've got to try
You can't ride The Dragon without trust
You've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You might fall off; The Dragon will catch you
But you've got to trust... You've got to trust...
Throw your worries away; no more tears
Let rain now be someone else's crying
No more time for fears like these
Grab on ...and if you fall
Let him catch you...Let him catch you...
He tucked her in when she laid in bed; she was already asleep. Draco looked down at her, his gray eyes at the moment soft, which was rare for him. He tore his gaze away from her and slowly made his way back to his own dorm room to sleep. As he fell into sleep, he wondered, Is she starting to trust me?
You can't ride The Dragon without trust
You've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You might fall off; The Dragon will catch you
But you've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You've got to trust... You've got to trust...
A/N: I FINALLY FOUND A PLACE TO PUT MY SONG! *So happy about that* I think it worked in well with the story. I didn't read it over, so it probably has some mistakes but I wanted to post it before Easter. ((It's only 11:03, so it's not Easter yet.)) Also, my friend Nicole wanted me to post, so I wouldn't have been able to until Monday if I hadn't posted now.
A/N2: This song helped me make a decision about if I should tell the guy I had a crush on if I did or not. I ended up having a friend tell him, and now we're going out. I was singing the song "Grab On" ((The song above)) during school for a few days before I told him, but now I'm glad I got someone to. Happy Easter and Passover and other holidays!
A/N3: This is my longest chapter yet! Four pages all together ^^
The looked at him for a moment, then started, "You don't want to know."
The words she spoke rung true in the air for a few moments, then disappeared from hearing, yet the words stayed in his mind. He knew what she had said was true, but he could not bring himself to speak.
"You know why though, so why do you ask? You have one yourself," Ginny said as she reached over and rolled up his arm to reveal the same tattoo that was on her arm. "You know what it means to wear one, so why do you force yourself to ask me?"
He was not sure what to say. Yes, he knew the meaning of the tattoo that was on her arm, but he wanted to hear it from her. What she had said had proven what he knew.
"But why give yourself to him?" He asked. He knew some of the things that Lord Voldemort did to the female deatheaters, yet they continued to serve him willingly. He did not know why they did this, he truly did not.
"Evil can be very tempting, Dragon. You probably know that, and you also know the answer to your own questions. If you ask questions to which the answers you already know, then you will never learn anything."
He was almost scared of Ginny, the way she spoke. Her voice was emotionless and cold, and it scared him to hear her like this. Her voice was always filled with joy and happiness, but now it was empty. This was why she had given herself to Voldemort. Because she didn't care anymore.
He could tell that she no longer cared. It was all for fun now, that was it. Life was a game, a game that no one could win. Yet she played that game, making up the rules as she went along. There was no point in the game anymore though. There was no beginning, nor any end. There was no way to beat the endless game that played people like pawns, the way people played one another.
She didn't care when the game was over, nor did she care about when it started. She cared not about the future, nor the past, yet she did not care about the present either. It was all a game... A game that, when you lost, you had to pay a large price. And everyone lost.
In all truth, she did not trust Draco. She did not want to trust him, either. Trusting him meant that she would have to give herself up. If she fell, he would have to help her back up. She didn't want to trust him.
She nearly flinched when she felt his tight embrace around her, and instinctively she returned it, which surprised him. He pulled back and tried to smile, but he found he could not. He slowly stood, and part of her wanted to stop him, but she did not.
She reminded herself that she didn't want to trust him. She didn't want to trust anyone. She had been hurt to many times to trust people now. No one knew how she had been hurt, but she had been, inside. She didn't want to hurt anymore, and that meant to stop trusting.
Draco looked back at her for a moment, before walking out of the girls dormitory. As he walked down the stairs, some of the girls gave him odd looks, while others tried to flirt with him, but he ignored any and all who acknowledge him in one way or another.
Why did I hug her? He asked himself. Part of him knew why. Part of that girl seemed to empty, no emotion at all. She seemed fully in control of her life, yet not in control of anything at the same time.
In a way, she was completely helpless against what was happening to her. Now that everything was set up, she could only go along with what would happen to her. He couldn't stand seeing that kind of helplessness happen to her, so he had wanted to comfort her, although he would not admit that to even himself. The thought of The Dragon comforting someone was absurd, even in his own mind.
He wanted her to trust him, and he wanted to trust her. It was insane in even his mind, but he found it true, although the reason to it eluded him. He felt that they somehow needed to trust one another. He shook the feeling off quickly. What was he thinking? He shook his head at himself. No, he didn't need to trust anyone!
Even if he would not admit it, if she needed help, he would help her. His instincts told him to, and at times that was all he had. He had to trust in himself, and he wanted her to be able to do the same thing.
The two simoutainously felt the burning sensation on their forearms. Ginny slowly got out of bed and put on her black, hooded robe, disappearing out of the castle with the others who were also followers. None were seen as they slipped into the forbidden forest and then appeared in a graveyard.
In the center of the graveyard, there stood Lord Voldemort himself, cloaked in the same black as the others were. Ginny took her place in the circle that was forming, her place beside Draco oddly enough. She couldn't see his face because of his mask, but she knew he was there all the same.
"We have a new addition to our group tonight," Voldemort hissed slowly, extending a hand towards Ginny, making a small, evil smile form on her lips. "Her whole family is, or was, in Gryfindor at Hogwarts, but she managed the honor of belonging in Slytherin. And she joins us here tonight for her initiation into my service. If she lives, then she will join us amongst this circle once more."
His voice was as cold as ice, running down Ginny's spine, yet somehow there was a comforting side to it. She could sense how cold it was around her, and how cold his voice was, yet she found nothing wrong with it.
"I would be honored to be in the service of milord," Ginny replied respectfully, sweeping a deep bow, making a cruel smile curl up onto Voldemorts lips.
The man in the center of the circle took his wand out and hissed a single word. "Crucio."
Ginny knew how she was expected to play this game, so she stood still as the pain racked through her body. She bit her lip, her fingernails making little, bloody, half moons in her palms. But she would not cry out, nor would she crumble to the floor.
After a good ten minutes, he muttered the counter curse, and she finally let her legs give out. She fell to the floor with a soft 'thump' sound, but Voldemort looked pleased.
"Very good Miss Weasley. You may join us, and take your place among the circle." His words slithered out of his mouth as he spoke as if he were a snake.
A smile crossed her lips as she slowly stood up, despite the intense pain that it caused her. Draco held out an arm and steadied her, and she did not stop him from doing so. But how did she knew he would not let her fall? She was indeed beginning to trust him.
Brave the heights as The Dragon soars
Hold onto reality as you watch him fly
You must grab on; must risk falling
Unless you don't want to reach the sky
The sky won't come down to you
You've got to reach up high
Or you'll never fly
Never be up high with the stars
You can't ride The Dragon without trust
You've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You might fall off; The Dragon will catch you
But you've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You'll never soar through the sky You've got to grab on...
You've got to grab on...
And reach the sky
They walked together back to Hogwarts, him still steadying her as they walked. Pain racked her body with every step, and she stumbled a few times, but Draco always caught her.
Dragons can be dangerous
Their eyes are cold; their touch harsh
Words can pierce the soul
But what is said isn't always the truth
Angry words are often careless
The Dragons fire is often hot
No one knows what lies ahead
You must take a chance; you've got to try
You can't ride The Dragon without trust
You've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You might fall off; The Dragon will catch you
But you've got to trust... You've got to trust...
Throw your worries away; no more tears
Let rain now be someone else's crying
No more time for fears like these
Grab on ...and if you fall
Let him catch you...Let him catch you...
He tucked her in when she laid in bed; she was already asleep. Draco looked down at her, his gray eyes at the moment soft, which was rare for him. He tore his gaze away from her and slowly made his way back to his own dorm room to sleep. As he fell into sleep, he wondered, Is she starting to trust me?
You can't ride The Dragon without trust
You've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You might fall off; The Dragon will catch you
But you've got to trust... You've got to trust...
You've got to trust... You've got to trust...
A/N: I FINALLY FOUND A PLACE TO PUT MY SONG! *So happy about that* I think it worked in well with the story. I didn't read it over, so it probably has some mistakes but I wanted to post it before Easter. ((It's only 11:03, so it's not Easter yet.)) Also, my friend Nicole wanted me to post, so I wouldn't have been able to until Monday if I hadn't posted now.
A/N2: This song helped me make a decision about if I should tell the guy I had a crush on if I did or not. I ended up having a friend tell him, and now we're going out. I was singing the song "Grab On" ((The song above)) during school for a few days before I told him, but now I'm glad I got someone to. Happy Easter and Passover and other holidays!
A/N3: This is my longest chapter yet! Four pages all together ^^