Soul Mates
Chapter 13: The Agreement
/That asshole. THAT ASSHOLE!/ Draco shouted in his mind. His fist cleched at his side, and he raised it as if to hit Neville.
Ginny grabbed his hand quickly, and said, /NO! Let's go to Professor Dumbledore. Not like this. Please? For me?/
She looked at him with pleading brown eyes. Draco sighed, and lowered his fist.
Nodding, he replied, /Okay. For you. ONLY for you./
Ginny smiled an achingly sad smile, and they turned as one to go to Professor Dumbledore's office.
Walking through the hallway, Ginny wondered, /Why did he do it?/
Draco chuckled, and said to her, /Because he was crazy about you. Crazy enough to get me in major trouble with my father. Gin, maybe we should just confront the coniving jackass./
Ginny looked at him, a trifle confused. /Confront him? But why?/
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. /Because MAYBE we can fix this ourselves, no harm to anyone, and no one's the wiser./
Ginny thought this over. /Okay..... let's try it./
Turning around, they went back to the library, where Neville was just getting up.
They walked in, still unnoticed, and Draco cleared his throat.
Neville's head shot up, his eyes betraying some fear. His eyes went wide, as he saw Draco and Ginny appear out of thin air, a silvery cloak bunched up in Ginny's hand.
/Well,/ Ginny breathed, /it's now or never./
"Why, Neville? Why are you writing to Draco's father?" Ginny pleaded.
Neville's look hardened. "Because I want you. I'm a Gryffindor too. You shouldn't be with that Slytherin shithead."
Draco clenched his teeth, and stepped forward, only stopped by Ginny's hand on his arm.
"Neville, whatever gave you the idea that I wanted to be with you as anything more than a chum?" Ginny asked.
Neville looked confused for a moment, and replied, "You mean you didn't? But-but what about the Yule Balls, and the study dates?"
Ginny sighed, and shook her head, "Neville, I am SO sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on like that. The only thing I've EVER felt for you is friendship."
Neville's eyes went glassy as tears flooded them. He blinked them back quickly. He sighed, took the letter off of the table, and ripped it up.
Draco sighed with relief, and asked, his voice civil for Ginny's sake, "Did you ever know what my father threatened to do to me if I didn't stop seeing Virginia.?"
Neville shook his head, a wry smile on his face, "Not in so many words, but I'm guessing it wasn't going to be fun?"
Draco chuckled darkly, "No, not at all. He was threatening to transfer me to Durmstrang. To get in my practice at the Dark Arts. Grooming, you know? He wanted his son to be just like him, Death Eater material."
Neville's eyes went wide with horror, "You mean- you mean to say that your father is a-a-"
"Yes, he is. Follower of the Dark Arts all the way, and no son of his is going to turn into a sissy for the white forces," Draco said, in an almost perfect imitation of his father's voice.
Ginny winced, and broke in, pleading, "Nev, please don't send that letter. Please don't write him anymore!"
Neville looked at her longingly for a moment, sighed, and nodded. "I won't. As a Gryffindor, I so promise."
The jumped as they heard a clapping sound, and then a voice broke in, "Bravo. So glad you've seen the light, my boy!"
Dumbledore walked into the light, out of the shadows of the bookcases. "So, now we can go on, happy as little magical clams, right?"
"Right-o, Professor." Ginny replied, relief evident in her voice.
Dumbledore beamed, rocking back on his heels, saying, "So, Neville, you swore as a Gryffindor. That is the kind of promise you cannot break."
Neville nodded, "I know, sir. I said it so they would know I wouldn't break it."
Dumbledore nodded approvingly, and said,"Well, now that that mess is cleaned up, I must insist you all go to bed."
"Alright, let's go," Ginny said, taking Draco's hand and leading him towards the door.
After everyone had left, Dumbledore's shoulder's drooped, and his smile faded.
/Whatever am I going to do about that Lucius?/ he thought, his mind going back to the letter he had received.
***letter***
Professor Dumbledore:
If the relationship between Ms. Virginia Weasley and my son, Mr. Draco Malfoy isn't terminated, I am afraid I will be forced to transfer him to the wizarding school in Germany, Durmstrang. I am sure you will take care of this. I look forward to your response. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Lucius Malfoy
***end of letter***
So, what is Dumbledore planning on doing? How will he fix it so D/G can be together? Stay tuned for the next chapter..... AND REVIEW PLZ!! I LIVE ON THOSE THINGS! I REALLY DO!
Chapter 13: The Agreement
/That asshole. THAT ASSHOLE!/ Draco shouted in his mind. His fist cleched at his side, and he raised it as if to hit Neville.
Ginny grabbed his hand quickly, and said, /NO! Let's go to Professor Dumbledore. Not like this. Please? For me?/
She looked at him with pleading brown eyes. Draco sighed, and lowered his fist.
Nodding, he replied, /Okay. For you. ONLY for you./
Ginny smiled an achingly sad smile, and they turned as one to go to Professor Dumbledore's office.
Walking through the hallway, Ginny wondered, /Why did he do it?/
Draco chuckled, and said to her, /Because he was crazy about you. Crazy enough to get me in major trouble with my father. Gin, maybe we should just confront the coniving jackass./
Ginny looked at him, a trifle confused. /Confront him? But why?/
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. /Because MAYBE we can fix this ourselves, no harm to anyone, and no one's the wiser./
Ginny thought this over. /Okay..... let's try it./
Turning around, they went back to the library, where Neville was just getting up.
They walked in, still unnoticed, and Draco cleared his throat.
Neville's head shot up, his eyes betraying some fear. His eyes went wide, as he saw Draco and Ginny appear out of thin air, a silvery cloak bunched up in Ginny's hand.
/Well,/ Ginny breathed, /it's now or never./
"Why, Neville? Why are you writing to Draco's father?" Ginny pleaded.
Neville's look hardened. "Because I want you. I'm a Gryffindor too. You shouldn't be with that Slytherin shithead."
Draco clenched his teeth, and stepped forward, only stopped by Ginny's hand on his arm.
"Neville, whatever gave you the idea that I wanted to be with you as anything more than a chum?" Ginny asked.
Neville looked confused for a moment, and replied, "You mean you didn't? But-but what about the Yule Balls, and the study dates?"
Ginny sighed, and shook her head, "Neville, I am SO sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on like that. The only thing I've EVER felt for you is friendship."
Neville's eyes went glassy as tears flooded them. He blinked them back quickly. He sighed, took the letter off of the table, and ripped it up.
Draco sighed with relief, and asked, his voice civil for Ginny's sake, "Did you ever know what my father threatened to do to me if I didn't stop seeing Virginia.?"
Neville shook his head, a wry smile on his face, "Not in so many words, but I'm guessing it wasn't going to be fun?"
Draco chuckled darkly, "No, not at all. He was threatening to transfer me to Durmstrang. To get in my practice at the Dark Arts. Grooming, you know? He wanted his son to be just like him, Death Eater material."
Neville's eyes went wide with horror, "You mean- you mean to say that your father is a-a-"
"Yes, he is. Follower of the Dark Arts all the way, and no son of his is going to turn into a sissy for the white forces," Draco said, in an almost perfect imitation of his father's voice.
Ginny winced, and broke in, pleading, "Nev, please don't send that letter. Please don't write him anymore!"
Neville looked at her longingly for a moment, sighed, and nodded. "I won't. As a Gryffindor, I so promise."
The jumped as they heard a clapping sound, and then a voice broke in, "Bravo. So glad you've seen the light, my boy!"
Dumbledore walked into the light, out of the shadows of the bookcases. "So, now we can go on, happy as little magical clams, right?"
"Right-o, Professor." Ginny replied, relief evident in her voice.
Dumbledore beamed, rocking back on his heels, saying, "So, Neville, you swore as a Gryffindor. That is the kind of promise you cannot break."
Neville nodded, "I know, sir. I said it so they would know I wouldn't break it."
Dumbledore nodded approvingly, and said,"Well, now that that mess is cleaned up, I must insist you all go to bed."
"Alright, let's go," Ginny said, taking Draco's hand and leading him towards the door.
After everyone had left, Dumbledore's shoulder's drooped, and his smile faded.
/Whatever am I going to do about that Lucius?/ he thought, his mind going back to the letter he had received.
***letter***
Professor Dumbledore:
If the relationship between Ms. Virginia Weasley and my son, Mr. Draco Malfoy isn't terminated, I am afraid I will be forced to transfer him to the wizarding school in Germany, Durmstrang. I am sure you will take care of this. I look forward to your response. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Lucius Malfoy
***end of letter***
So, what is Dumbledore planning on doing? How will he fix it so D/G can be together? Stay tuned for the next chapter..... AND REVIEW PLZ!! I LIVE ON THOSE THINGS! I REALLY DO!
