Rated PG13 for Language:D/G Post Hogwarts/PostWar Fic- Harry killed Voldemort but was killed himself during the war. Ginny is left behind and has to struggles physically as well as internally with her love and hate. Draco is a leading darkwizard fated to deal with the greatest betrayal, when he finally realizes how she felt all this time, its too late. There really is only a thin line between love and hate.
Disclaimer: I'm just mucking around again...anyone tired of these disclaimers? I sure am...
A/N: I'm TRYING to get the dratted action in...*glares at the keyboard...* Hmmm, maybe this chapter? Sorry it's out a day late, I was trying to post it yesterday but every time I was on, I got the thing that said the server was busy so to try loading it later... -'-
**Evenstar-Thanks! ^-^ I'm glad it isn't boring you!* Tabby-Sorry about the prolonged wait...Ack, what can I say? I'm one of the idiots?* Roriemee-and-Reimiki: Thanks for the encouragement, I'll try not to rush it! ^-~**
*?*?*
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
-Linkin Park in One Step Closer
*?*?*
Draco leaned against one of the shelves in the library, and stared at her. Charis was sitting in one of the armchairs near the window, with a book in hand. She hadn't looked up, but she had one hand out as if she was waiting for him to give her back her wand...He raised an eyebrow. So...She took that time to explore the library...Without permission... Are you a spy? You haven't been acting like one, most stay in the shadows and try not to draw attention to themselves, but that incident with Pansy...You actually drew more attention to yourself whether you wanted to or not... But then again Lucius always said, "Draco, the ways of the best is to do what is unexpected..."
"Give you back your wand?" Draco smirked waiting for her to look up, but she didn't. "How do you expect me to do such a thing, when you haven't shown a reason for us to trust that you're not a spy for Dumbledore?" He glared at her figure, bent over a book, almost as if she wasn't listening. He was getting annoyed, she hadn't made the usual mistakes when hearing an accusation... "Are you bloody listening?!" he snapped.
"Well...Have I ever given you a reason that I was a spy for Dumbledore?" Charis replied, but still didn't look up. What was that tremble in her sentence? He narrowed his eyes, and then he saw something else...She's rigid...Why would she be so uptight right now? Is she really a spy? He took out his own wand, and pondered on whether on not he should bring Blaise into the room. Should I tell Blaise to get his arse in here? No, shes unarmed... She wouldn't be a match even if she was armed...
"If I give you back your wand, will you leave? You have no business being here," he drawled.
"No...I have no where else to go..." Charis said barely above a whisper.
Ok, this was getting ridiculous! She's going to explain some things or she's going to die. "Evans, look I don't know what you're playing at but sodding face me, when you're talking to me! And why would I care if you had no where else to go? Why-were-you-following-me-that-night." His patience fraying, he bit off each word glaring at the girl he hadn't been able to kill.
Watching her so closely, he was surprised when she looked up...She had been crying.
*?*?*
-From here on italics are Ginny's thoughts-
Ginny sat in the chair stiffly as he questioned her. She could tell Draco was getting impatient and she hated herself for acting so weak. Get a hold of yourself Weasley, you already thought he was dead anyways! So what's the big deal that he isn't? You're here on a mission so brace up. By the way you're acting you're playing right into his accusations! If you don't want him to kill you stop this instance. She strengthened her grip on the book she was holding, and bit the inside of her lip. Say something, and look up, right now you don't even know if he's pointing his bloody wand at you! Damn it, Weasley, Percy is DEAD. The man in that room, was not Percy, because...Because Percy would NEVER sabotage his own mission team, killing his own brothers...He wouldn't! She felt tears sneaking out of her eyes, and falling into the pages of the book.
"If I give you back your wand, will you leave? You have no business being here."
"No...I have no where else to go..." Ginny whispered. I can't go back. How can I face everyone, knowing I had been inside Malfoy's house and yet I couldn't kill him? That I couldn't even attack him before coming back? Drat, I hadn't thought that the fainting act would bring this complication...And how can I face them knowing, that my own brother...Was the one leaking information.... Most of them don't trust me as it is...Ever since I started this killing...Why didn't I die in the war? Why?
"Evans, look I don't know what you're playing at but sodding face me, when you're talking to me! And why would I care if you had no where else to go? Why-were-you-following-me-that-night." Well this is it I guess, if I don't look up right now, my mission's ruined. She looked up at the wizard who seemed to blend into the shadows, even as his own attributes were stark differences with darkness, with his pale hair, and emerald/silvery eyes. Why is he so sodding unreadable! Why won't he let some emotions surface. She looked up at Draco, hating him for being there...For being the reason, she knew Percy had betrayed them...For killing Harry... She glared at him, and with her left hand, she reached inside her robe, and took out a small throwing dagger. With small, precise, practiced movements, she threw the dagger at the young wizard who had become her foe.
Rumors were confirmed when, without looking down he caught it with one hand, and was able to slip it into his pocket. Drat...There goes...My position...Better say something stupid before he kills you...Damn it Percy be useful, this anger... "How-DARE-YOU-SAY-THAT-I'M-WORKING-FOR-DUMBLEDORE," she said, her voice becoming softer with each word, because she knew if she used a louder voice it would crack. "Work with a person, who had killed....Who had killed...My family...My fiancé?" Irritatingly, the room had already gone beyond blurriness, and her throat was stopping. To think I'm going to have to work with you...to gain your trust...Even after it was because of you my family was killed...Why couldn't you have just died at birth Draco Malfoy!?! "Do you know what its like to be protected by...by...someone you cared for and would give your life for...And then realize he was throwing his own life away...for you...? And to know that he wasn't coming back... Do you KNOW how it feels...-" she gasped for a breath... "How it feels...to know someone in your own family had...betrayed the trust of everyone...?..How it feels...to be the last one...Alive....In this cursed world...From everyone you cared for? Do you even know?" she gave into the convulsions, and let it out, as sobs racked her body. She was ready to die, but surprisingly, Malfoy just stood there...Watching her, and not saying anything. So damn hard to read...Get a hold of yourself Weasel...Remember? He called you Weasel...Well weasel this...you slimy git!
She stood up in her frustration and anger, glaring at the silent enemy. Then winced as she knew she had stood up too fast...Oh no not again... Her sight blacked out, and she felt everything rush to her head as she fought to hold on...Until she could keep control... "And for you-to-say..I'm working with...him...Why do you think I have...no where to go?..."She gasped for air, and grabbed a side of the table, as she tried to wait for this to end, her sight to come back... "That night...I was ...trying to forget...Forget, everything...And seeing someone...Who had looked...like...like him....When he walked away from me...I followed...Something I was unable to do...That night he left...Do..you...know–" she struggled and fell.
(A/N: What Ginny has, is not a made up disease or w/e. ^-^ I'm not sure if it's a disease but I think it links to sickle cell anemia, where factors also help if your nutrition is bad too... Like when someone stands up and everything goes black, and it feels like the person's going to faint...Hmm well, it's happened to me so I know it's not farfetched. ^-~)
*?*?*
Ginny woke up in the same bed, she had woken up from that morning. From the light, she guessed it was around seven or six in the morning. She got up groggily, and realized her head heart...From what? Then it all came back, what had happened before she passed out... As a habit, she looked at the middle charm, on her bracelet, and thought the word, "Time," which gave her a muggle clock, which was witched to work with magic.
"There's no end to your hidden surprises, hmm?" Ginny snapped her head up quickly, regretting it the minute later, at he headache which was threatening to come back, as her eyes roamed the room. They landed on Malfoy who was sitting in the armchair near the fireplace of the room. What was he doing in here?!
A/N: Sorry it's kindof REALLY short, I promise the next chapter will be twice as long as a makeup, but this one does get more to the point... A little more action? Hmmm, well it's a bit of a cliffhanger, sorry! ^-^
