Facing Fear
Chapter 8 Dealing With the Unknown
Draco skidded to a halt and took in the scene before him.
Potter was unconscious on the floor, Granger was helping the male Weasley to his feet, and Ginny, well, Ginny was looking very tense.
She mouthed angrily at him. "What are you doing here!?"
He only glared at her, and then straightened his robes, preparing to criticize Granger and Weasley as best he could.
"What happened? Did Potter and Weasley get into a fight over Granger?"
Hermione finally acknowledged Malfoy with a harsh tone.
"Get over yourself Malfoy. They did not get in a fight."
"Shouldn't you be off shining your Head Boy badge?" Ron asked sarcastically, finally finding enough courage to speak.
"No Weasley, I'd much rather be taking points away from you." He added, without even so much as a smirk. He let his eyes wander from Ron, to Hermione, and finally to Ginny. "And as Head Boy, I have a right to know what happened."
Ron snorted.
"You know perfectly well what happened, Dra- uh, Malfoy." Ginny broke in, faltering a bit when remembering how to address him around her brother. "They know who I am, it's not a secret any longer. Three vampires were following them, so I killed the demons, and they saw."
All three were looking very confused.
"What are you talking about Ginny?" Ron asked, his voice beginning to rise. "What does Malfoy have to do with any of this?"
Ginny let her gaze fall on Draco before answering the question. He made eye contact with her, and she saw the flash of anger, but also a different kind of emotion. A sort of lust or satisfied glance, as he acknowledged that she had done it. She had saved lives and put her powers to good use.
"Everything." She finally answered, her voice no more than a whisper.
Ginny hung her head and walked over to Harry. She inspected him, conveniently avoiding Ron's fuming glare. She knew it was coming.
"I am the Slayer Ron." She said, keeping her eyes on the peaceful Harry. "The Chosen One. Here to protect you all from a type of evil that roams the earth. I have power."
She leaned over Harry and took his wrist, checking his pulse. It was normal.
"And Malfoy, well, Malfoy is my Watcher. He trains and prepares me for the things I must fight."
She eventually looked up at the other three. Ron was standing straight as a board, his neck and ears blood red, and his mouth moving slowly, although no words were to be heard. Hermione was staring at Ginny in a strange way, as though trying to see weather or not she was dangerous, and Draco was leaning against a stone statue, his hands tucked into his pockets, an uncaring scowl drawn across his face.
"Should I use some kind of spell to bring Harry back to earth?" Ginny asked, directing her question at Hermione.
"Better not."
Draco had answered her instead. "It's best to let him come around on his own time. Using magic to wake him might cause a concussion."
"A what?" Ginny asked.
"It's a term that muggles use." Hermione answered. She was giving Malfoy a strange look. "A medical term. In other words, it could cause him a lot of brain damage."
Ron, who had previously been unable to voice his rage, seemed to be coming around.
"Why would you trust Malfoy?" Ron asked Hermione and Ginny. "Wouldn't he like nothing better than to see Harry dead?"
Ginny glared along with Draco.
"Well Weasley, if you want to permanently injure you're fainting friend here, go right on ahead and use a spell to wake him." Draco said sarcastically.
Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione stopped him.
"Malfoy's right." She said with a sigh. "He'll come around soon enough."
"Yeah well he didn't faint." Ron threw in, wanting to get the last word in. "He got knocked unconscious by that bloody vampire while trying to save me."
"Seems to me he has to save your arse all the time." Malfoy drawled. "Except this time he failed and your sister won."
Ron couldn't think of anything to say to that. Instead he stomped off, using a charm to float Harry horizontally in front of them.
Hermione turned to Ginny before following. "I want you to know that I think that you are very special Ginny. I wish you would have told us sooner, but I guess I understand."
Ginny smiled and nodded. "Good-night Hermione."
"You are coming to bed soon?" She asked. Ginny was reminded of her mother.
"Soon."
Hermione smiled and followed a steaming Ron up the stairs.
~*~*~*~*~
Ginny turned to face Draco. She was surprised to find him already by her side.
"Come on." He said, taking her by the arm. "Filch could come out at anytime, and it would be hard to explain why I'm walking around with you during the middle of the night."
"You could tell him that you like my company." Ginny said with a hint of sarcasm.
"That would be a lie." Draco smirked.
He led her down into the dungeon and into their private room. Ginny remembered the vial of potent sleeping draft that rested on the bookshelf. There were so many unexplained things that she wanted to ask him, but was afraid to do so.
She started off with the easiest one.
"How did you know I ran into those vampires?"
Draco let go of her arm as they entered the room. He diverted his eyes away, and began busying himself with organizing the table full of books and notes.
"I didn't know." He simply answered.
"But you came running up like the world was about to end." Ginny persisted. "You knew there were vampires in the castle didn't you?"
"I heard some noise. I was just out for a night patrol."
"Oh."
Ginny wasn't convinced. Something inside of her knew that he was lying.
And he was supposed to be the one she could trust. Instead he was keeping secrets, lying, hiding things like vials of sleeping drafts, and avoiding her questioning stares. What was going on? And why was he holding her back? Fighting those vampires tonight proved that she was ready to go out and finish off the rest that terrorized Hogsmeade. Dusting three vampires after only a few months of training was pretty dang good she thought. So, why did her Watcher want her to stay cooped up in her dorm at night?
Frustrated, Ginny turned and left without another word to Draco. She tried to make her way out of the dungeon, and lit her wand to see. She soon found that she was again hopelessly lost. She didn't do well trying to navigate at night. When she came to another dead end, she slumped against the moist dungeon wall, and slid down until she felt the cold floor underneath her. She breathed deeply and took control over her emotions. She wasn't going to cry over a little thing like this. She had been lost in the halls of Hogwarts many times before.
Unexpectedly, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She extinguished her wand and crouched still in the shadows. The figure passed her, and she knew without a doubt that it was Draco.
"Hey!" She hissed.
He spun around and peered into the darkness.
Ginny remembered that he didn't have the same keen eyesight as she herself had. She stepped out and lit her wand again.
"It's just me."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm lost."
"What a surprise."
"Shut up."
"You're such a nuisance."
Ginny sighed and pushed him out of her way.
"Fine, I'll just try and find my way out by myself."
"I never offered to help you in the first place."
"Right, because that would be the polite thing to do."
Draco shrugged. "I've never been one to be polite to Weasley dirt like you."
"Watch your mouth. Don't forget that I can kick your arse from here to the moon."
Draco looked down on her, an evil grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He walked forward, pushing her further into the dark corner.
"I've been 'watching your mouth' for a while now." He said, tilting his head to the side and surveying her with greedy eyes. "And I really like it.."
He brought his mouth hard down onto hers, and leaned forward, ramming her into the wall, his body crushing hers.
Ginny felt his hot breath on her, and every place they touched his skin seemed to burn into hers like fire. He ran his fingers through her hair, tugging through and pulling all the knots. She could feel the small pricks of pain as her hair was yanked, and she prepared to play rough.
His lips pried at hers. His tongue pushed anxiously, searching for entry. Ginny held her mouth firm purposefully, only to have him pinch her side. She gasped and he used the opportunity to slip inside her lips.
As soon as their tongues collided Ginny felt a hot surge of pleasure pierce her. She was shaking, Draco was taking over and winning. He moved her to him, kissing with fire. His hands began slowly inching under her shirt, and Ginny heard the distant echoing counsel in her head. He would take advantage of her. Why did it have to feel so good?
Gripping her hands around his wrists, she yanked his meddling hands away, and with great effort, tore away from the ardent kiss.
"Enough." She said weakly. His touch had left a strange feebleness in her.
Draco's eyes burned into her own. He had a winning smirk on his face as he leaned in for more.
She turned away and repeated her warning.
"That's enough! You've had your fun."
Draco's smirk if anything, broadened. "Are you trying to tell me you didn't find that fun?" He whispered in her ear.
Ginny didn't answer.
"I know you did. No one has ever made you feel that way have they?"
No answer.
"You want more just as badly as I do, don't you?"
"Just take me back upstairs." She whispered.
"Only if you do me a favor."
Ginny looked up, waiting for his request.
"Meet me for dinner this Saturday."
Ginny hadn't been expecting that.
"In the training room. It will be nice."
She searched his expression, wondering if he was leading her on, but found nothing but true hopefulness there.
"Okay." She muttered.
"What's that?"
"I said okay! Now take me upstairs before I change my mind!"
He smiled and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "You won't be disappointed."
"Stop that."
He turned with a grin and motioned for her to follow. And after turning down many dark passages, she finally saw the stairs leading up into the Entrance Hall.
"Don't forget now." Draco's voice cut through the darkness. "Seven o'clock on Saturday."
"Right." Ginny murmured.
"Deal?"
Ginny hesitated.
"Deal.." She ran up the stairs and out of sight.
Little did Ginny know that Draco had made a deal just like that a short while ago. With her worst enemy..
A/N:
Hope everyone likes it!
Thanks to:
Guardian Storm Demon: Thanks again! Oh, and don't be so sure that they will kiss and make up.although they did kiss in this chapter. Lol. Loved the review!
Dragon's Angel
Luna Writer: Sorry I confused you!
Bess
Opal star: I want to know what happens too! I'm not so sure that even I know yet! Hehe
Molly: Lol. You got your snogs! Thanks!
Melanie Pointe: Aw, thanks!
Butterfly kisses: Sorry, I love suspense! Thanks for the sweet review!
Darkshadows: more about Cain is coming soon! Thanks!
Chapter 8 Dealing With the Unknown
Draco skidded to a halt and took in the scene before him.
Potter was unconscious on the floor, Granger was helping the male Weasley to his feet, and Ginny, well, Ginny was looking very tense.
She mouthed angrily at him. "What are you doing here!?"
He only glared at her, and then straightened his robes, preparing to criticize Granger and Weasley as best he could.
"What happened? Did Potter and Weasley get into a fight over Granger?"
Hermione finally acknowledged Malfoy with a harsh tone.
"Get over yourself Malfoy. They did not get in a fight."
"Shouldn't you be off shining your Head Boy badge?" Ron asked sarcastically, finally finding enough courage to speak.
"No Weasley, I'd much rather be taking points away from you." He added, without even so much as a smirk. He let his eyes wander from Ron, to Hermione, and finally to Ginny. "And as Head Boy, I have a right to know what happened."
Ron snorted.
"You know perfectly well what happened, Dra- uh, Malfoy." Ginny broke in, faltering a bit when remembering how to address him around her brother. "They know who I am, it's not a secret any longer. Three vampires were following them, so I killed the demons, and they saw."
All three were looking very confused.
"What are you talking about Ginny?" Ron asked, his voice beginning to rise. "What does Malfoy have to do with any of this?"
Ginny let her gaze fall on Draco before answering the question. He made eye contact with her, and she saw the flash of anger, but also a different kind of emotion. A sort of lust or satisfied glance, as he acknowledged that she had done it. She had saved lives and put her powers to good use.
"Everything." She finally answered, her voice no more than a whisper.
Ginny hung her head and walked over to Harry. She inspected him, conveniently avoiding Ron's fuming glare. She knew it was coming.
"I am the Slayer Ron." She said, keeping her eyes on the peaceful Harry. "The Chosen One. Here to protect you all from a type of evil that roams the earth. I have power."
She leaned over Harry and took his wrist, checking his pulse. It was normal.
"And Malfoy, well, Malfoy is my Watcher. He trains and prepares me for the things I must fight."
She eventually looked up at the other three. Ron was standing straight as a board, his neck and ears blood red, and his mouth moving slowly, although no words were to be heard. Hermione was staring at Ginny in a strange way, as though trying to see weather or not she was dangerous, and Draco was leaning against a stone statue, his hands tucked into his pockets, an uncaring scowl drawn across his face.
"Should I use some kind of spell to bring Harry back to earth?" Ginny asked, directing her question at Hermione.
"Better not."
Draco had answered her instead. "It's best to let him come around on his own time. Using magic to wake him might cause a concussion."
"A what?" Ginny asked.
"It's a term that muggles use." Hermione answered. She was giving Malfoy a strange look. "A medical term. In other words, it could cause him a lot of brain damage."
Ron, who had previously been unable to voice his rage, seemed to be coming around.
"Why would you trust Malfoy?" Ron asked Hermione and Ginny. "Wouldn't he like nothing better than to see Harry dead?"
Ginny glared along with Draco.
"Well Weasley, if you want to permanently injure you're fainting friend here, go right on ahead and use a spell to wake him." Draco said sarcastically.
Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione stopped him.
"Malfoy's right." She said with a sigh. "He'll come around soon enough."
"Yeah well he didn't faint." Ron threw in, wanting to get the last word in. "He got knocked unconscious by that bloody vampire while trying to save me."
"Seems to me he has to save your arse all the time." Malfoy drawled. "Except this time he failed and your sister won."
Ron couldn't think of anything to say to that. Instead he stomped off, using a charm to float Harry horizontally in front of them.
Hermione turned to Ginny before following. "I want you to know that I think that you are very special Ginny. I wish you would have told us sooner, but I guess I understand."
Ginny smiled and nodded. "Good-night Hermione."
"You are coming to bed soon?" She asked. Ginny was reminded of her mother.
"Soon."
Hermione smiled and followed a steaming Ron up the stairs.
~*~*~*~*~
Ginny turned to face Draco. She was surprised to find him already by her side.
"Come on." He said, taking her by the arm. "Filch could come out at anytime, and it would be hard to explain why I'm walking around with you during the middle of the night."
"You could tell him that you like my company." Ginny said with a hint of sarcasm.
"That would be a lie." Draco smirked.
He led her down into the dungeon and into their private room. Ginny remembered the vial of potent sleeping draft that rested on the bookshelf. There were so many unexplained things that she wanted to ask him, but was afraid to do so.
She started off with the easiest one.
"How did you know I ran into those vampires?"
Draco let go of her arm as they entered the room. He diverted his eyes away, and began busying himself with organizing the table full of books and notes.
"I didn't know." He simply answered.
"But you came running up like the world was about to end." Ginny persisted. "You knew there were vampires in the castle didn't you?"
"I heard some noise. I was just out for a night patrol."
"Oh."
Ginny wasn't convinced. Something inside of her knew that he was lying.
And he was supposed to be the one she could trust. Instead he was keeping secrets, lying, hiding things like vials of sleeping drafts, and avoiding her questioning stares. What was going on? And why was he holding her back? Fighting those vampires tonight proved that she was ready to go out and finish off the rest that terrorized Hogsmeade. Dusting three vampires after only a few months of training was pretty dang good she thought. So, why did her Watcher want her to stay cooped up in her dorm at night?
Frustrated, Ginny turned and left without another word to Draco. She tried to make her way out of the dungeon, and lit her wand to see. She soon found that she was again hopelessly lost. She didn't do well trying to navigate at night. When she came to another dead end, she slumped against the moist dungeon wall, and slid down until she felt the cold floor underneath her. She breathed deeply and took control over her emotions. She wasn't going to cry over a little thing like this. She had been lost in the halls of Hogwarts many times before.
Unexpectedly, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She extinguished her wand and crouched still in the shadows. The figure passed her, and she knew without a doubt that it was Draco.
"Hey!" She hissed.
He spun around and peered into the darkness.
Ginny remembered that he didn't have the same keen eyesight as she herself had. She stepped out and lit her wand again.
"It's just me."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm lost."
"What a surprise."
"Shut up."
"You're such a nuisance."
Ginny sighed and pushed him out of her way.
"Fine, I'll just try and find my way out by myself."
"I never offered to help you in the first place."
"Right, because that would be the polite thing to do."
Draco shrugged. "I've never been one to be polite to Weasley dirt like you."
"Watch your mouth. Don't forget that I can kick your arse from here to the moon."
Draco looked down on her, an evil grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He walked forward, pushing her further into the dark corner.
"I've been 'watching your mouth' for a while now." He said, tilting his head to the side and surveying her with greedy eyes. "And I really like it.."
He brought his mouth hard down onto hers, and leaned forward, ramming her into the wall, his body crushing hers.
Ginny felt his hot breath on her, and every place they touched his skin seemed to burn into hers like fire. He ran his fingers through her hair, tugging through and pulling all the knots. She could feel the small pricks of pain as her hair was yanked, and she prepared to play rough.
His lips pried at hers. His tongue pushed anxiously, searching for entry. Ginny held her mouth firm purposefully, only to have him pinch her side. She gasped and he used the opportunity to slip inside her lips.
As soon as their tongues collided Ginny felt a hot surge of pleasure pierce her. She was shaking, Draco was taking over and winning. He moved her to him, kissing with fire. His hands began slowly inching under her shirt, and Ginny heard the distant echoing counsel in her head. He would take advantage of her. Why did it have to feel so good?
Gripping her hands around his wrists, she yanked his meddling hands away, and with great effort, tore away from the ardent kiss.
"Enough." She said weakly. His touch had left a strange feebleness in her.
Draco's eyes burned into her own. He had a winning smirk on his face as he leaned in for more.
She turned away and repeated her warning.
"That's enough! You've had your fun."
Draco's smirk if anything, broadened. "Are you trying to tell me you didn't find that fun?" He whispered in her ear.
Ginny didn't answer.
"I know you did. No one has ever made you feel that way have they?"
No answer.
"You want more just as badly as I do, don't you?"
"Just take me back upstairs." She whispered.
"Only if you do me a favor."
Ginny looked up, waiting for his request.
"Meet me for dinner this Saturday."
Ginny hadn't been expecting that.
"In the training room. It will be nice."
She searched his expression, wondering if he was leading her on, but found nothing but true hopefulness there.
"Okay." She muttered.
"What's that?"
"I said okay! Now take me upstairs before I change my mind!"
He smiled and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "You won't be disappointed."
"Stop that."
He turned with a grin and motioned for her to follow. And after turning down many dark passages, she finally saw the stairs leading up into the Entrance Hall.
"Don't forget now." Draco's voice cut through the darkness. "Seven o'clock on Saturday."
"Right." Ginny murmured.
"Deal?"
Ginny hesitated.
"Deal.." She ran up the stairs and out of sight.
Little did Ginny know that Draco had made a deal just like that a short while ago. With her worst enemy..
A/N:
Hope everyone likes it!
Thanks to:
Guardian Storm Demon: Thanks again! Oh, and don't be so sure that they will kiss and make up.although they did kiss in this chapter. Lol. Loved the review!
Dragon's Angel
Luna Writer: Sorry I confused you!
Bess
Opal star: I want to know what happens too! I'm not so sure that even I know yet! Hehe
Molly: Lol. You got your snogs! Thanks!
Melanie Pointe: Aw, thanks!
Butterfly kisses: Sorry, I love suspense! Thanks for the sweet review!
Darkshadows: more about Cain is coming soon! Thanks!