Thump!
He was getting on her last nerve.
Thump!
It was no use. They were locked in.
Thump!
"Draco it's no use! We're locked in!" Ginny repeated her thoughts loudly. The nymphs had taken them to an underground room in which they had dug, and locked them in with a heavy wooden trapdoor which had a few air holes that would fit about two fingers, to let air in. Apart from the air holes, there was almost no oxygen down there. It was as stuffy as hell and the candle in the middles of the muddy floor did not help at all.
Thump!
"Draco stop it you're annoying the hell out of me!" Ginny let out after an hour of trying to control her temper which had reached boiling point.
Draco had been running towards the place where the trapdoor was then jumping and turning in the air so his back would hit the heavy trapdoor, for the last hour. He looked sweaty and his back was a light purple colour with hints of bruising, and blood trickled down his pale back.
Draco finally relaxed. He sat down and leant against the wall, resting his head on the muddy wall of the underground prison and let out a frustrated groan.
"We need to get out of here," Draco said, breaking an awkward silence.
"No kidding," Ginny mocked. "Look, we've discussed this: we can't call for help because we'll just annoy the nymphs and nobody will hear us. We can't put this place on fire with the candle because the nymphs won't care and they'll leave us to burn to death, and we can't open or break the trapdoor because it's too heavy. Face it Draco! Unless Superman comes to the rescue, we're stuck!"
"Superman?" Draco questioned. Of course Draco did not know about Superman. It was a muggle series, film and comic.
Ginny giggled slightly. "Never mind. Anyway, we're stuck in here."
"You're just giving up?" Draco asked in disbelief and a tad of anger was in his voice. "They're coming for us who knows when to execute us! We can't just sit back and relax!" Draco protested, his disbelief becoming very apparent.
"There's nothing we can do! We may think of a plan but that will have to be later because I'm exhausted!" Ginny argued back.
"Fine! We'll think later!"
There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. Ginny felt uneasy. It was not exactly relaxing to sit in a small dark room of damp soil with an angry man sitting only a few metres away from you.
"So. . .what's your family like?" Ginny asked, breaking the silence. Draco seemed startles by the sudden question for he was looking at her as if studying her face to see if she was being sincere or not.
"Why do you ask?" he asked suspiciously.
"I'm just making conversation. I know it's a personal question and everything and I understand if you prefer not to an-"
"Cruel," he said, cutting in. "My Father was cruel and my Mother is a busy woman."
Ginny felt her cheeks heat up and she was glad for the darkness for once. "How was your Father so cruel?"
"It was in his nature," Draco said. "He expected my relationship with his to be Draco see Draco do."
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, becoming interested.
"I meant that he expected me to follow in his footsteps. What I saw him do, I would copy when I'm older, even the child abuse. I always admired my Father until he started abusing me. That's when I realised how wrongly my Father was living his life. But that was months ago. I know better now. I understand him," Draco explained.
Ginny did not understand fully what Draco meant, but let it slip.
"Anyway. . .enough about my so-called life. What's your family like?" he asked Ginny. "Surely better than mine. What can be worse than-"
"My family abuses me in a way. . ." Ginny suddenly stated, and Draco's face looked in deep shock.
"E-excuse me?" Draco stammered.
"They take no notice of me. Ron ignores me which led me to something horrible, which I have always regretted," Ginny explained casually, as if it meant nothing to her.
"And what is that?" Draco asked.
"Drugs. I've been craving for them. It's not easy-"
"I'm sorry but did I hear you correctly? You're on drugs?!" Draco exclaimed.
Ginny nodded. "Uh-huh," she said. "I'm on speed. I've kept it hidden from you and everyone else. I had some in my skirt pocket to last me a few weeks but they're gone now. I had the last one three weeks ago. And I'm damn craving for more!!" Ginny punched the ground hard with her fist in dissatisfaction. She had been craving for them for weeks and she was going mad.
"Well, to tell you the truth you're not alone. I'm not a drug addict but my Father never sent me any money at Hogwarts so, out of desperation, I took to pick-pocketing. I'm quite skilled now," Draco admitted. Ginny was glad she had someone to talk to about her drug problem. But it would not last very long. . .
Ginny was quite pleased with herself. She had got Draco to open up to her and pour his heart out. From what she had heard, that was very rare in Draco's case. Ginny shuffled closer to Draco, so she was only about half a meter away from him. She leaned up to him and kissed him on his soft lips. It was a sympathy kiss, to show him that she cared, and he seemed to accept that, by the way he was responding in a tenderly way.
When Ginny broke away, a thought occurred to her. "Draco, you know that day when you said you'd prove that you're not like your Father?"
"That's off," Draco snapped. "I am no longer ashamed of my identity and persona. I am exactly like my Father and take pride in it."
"W-what? But you're not-" Ginny trailed off when she saw a faint red line around his pupils. He looked at her with an evil glint in his eyes and leaned very far over her, while she backed away. She was lying on her back and Draco was only a few centimetres above her when it happened. . .
A/N: hee hee hee!! An evil cliffie!! YEY!!! The chappie finished! I only made you wait a week this time!! GO ME!!! Plus, there's only a few chapters left! And then (possibly-very likely) a sequel! YEY!! Ok I hope you liked this chapter, I know it was quite boring and no action at all in it, but that will change soon (trust me! It WILL change!) so anyway thanx to all my reviewers who've kept me going!!! Luv y'all!!!
Toodles!:D
He was getting on her last nerve.
Thump!
It was no use. They were locked in.
Thump!
"Draco it's no use! We're locked in!" Ginny repeated her thoughts loudly. The nymphs had taken them to an underground room in which they had dug, and locked them in with a heavy wooden trapdoor which had a few air holes that would fit about two fingers, to let air in. Apart from the air holes, there was almost no oxygen down there. It was as stuffy as hell and the candle in the middles of the muddy floor did not help at all.
Thump!
"Draco stop it you're annoying the hell out of me!" Ginny let out after an hour of trying to control her temper which had reached boiling point.
Draco had been running towards the place where the trapdoor was then jumping and turning in the air so his back would hit the heavy trapdoor, for the last hour. He looked sweaty and his back was a light purple colour with hints of bruising, and blood trickled down his pale back.
Draco finally relaxed. He sat down and leant against the wall, resting his head on the muddy wall of the underground prison and let out a frustrated groan.
"We need to get out of here," Draco said, breaking an awkward silence.
"No kidding," Ginny mocked. "Look, we've discussed this: we can't call for help because we'll just annoy the nymphs and nobody will hear us. We can't put this place on fire with the candle because the nymphs won't care and they'll leave us to burn to death, and we can't open or break the trapdoor because it's too heavy. Face it Draco! Unless Superman comes to the rescue, we're stuck!"
"Superman?" Draco questioned. Of course Draco did not know about Superman. It was a muggle series, film and comic.
Ginny giggled slightly. "Never mind. Anyway, we're stuck in here."
"You're just giving up?" Draco asked in disbelief and a tad of anger was in his voice. "They're coming for us who knows when to execute us! We can't just sit back and relax!" Draco protested, his disbelief becoming very apparent.
"There's nothing we can do! We may think of a plan but that will have to be later because I'm exhausted!" Ginny argued back.
"Fine! We'll think later!"
There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. Ginny felt uneasy. It was not exactly relaxing to sit in a small dark room of damp soil with an angry man sitting only a few metres away from you.
"So. . .what's your family like?" Ginny asked, breaking the silence. Draco seemed startles by the sudden question for he was looking at her as if studying her face to see if she was being sincere or not.
"Why do you ask?" he asked suspiciously.
"I'm just making conversation. I know it's a personal question and everything and I understand if you prefer not to an-"
"Cruel," he said, cutting in. "My Father was cruel and my Mother is a busy woman."
Ginny felt her cheeks heat up and she was glad for the darkness for once. "How was your Father so cruel?"
"It was in his nature," Draco said. "He expected my relationship with his to be Draco see Draco do."
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, becoming interested.
"I meant that he expected me to follow in his footsteps. What I saw him do, I would copy when I'm older, even the child abuse. I always admired my Father until he started abusing me. That's when I realised how wrongly my Father was living his life. But that was months ago. I know better now. I understand him," Draco explained.
Ginny did not understand fully what Draco meant, but let it slip.
"Anyway. . .enough about my so-called life. What's your family like?" he asked Ginny. "Surely better than mine. What can be worse than-"
"My family abuses me in a way. . ." Ginny suddenly stated, and Draco's face looked in deep shock.
"E-excuse me?" Draco stammered.
"They take no notice of me. Ron ignores me which led me to something horrible, which I have always regretted," Ginny explained casually, as if it meant nothing to her.
"And what is that?" Draco asked.
"Drugs. I've been craving for them. It's not easy-"
"I'm sorry but did I hear you correctly? You're on drugs?!" Draco exclaimed.
Ginny nodded. "Uh-huh," she said. "I'm on speed. I've kept it hidden from you and everyone else. I had some in my skirt pocket to last me a few weeks but they're gone now. I had the last one three weeks ago. And I'm damn craving for more!!" Ginny punched the ground hard with her fist in dissatisfaction. She had been craving for them for weeks and she was going mad.
"Well, to tell you the truth you're not alone. I'm not a drug addict but my Father never sent me any money at Hogwarts so, out of desperation, I took to pick-pocketing. I'm quite skilled now," Draco admitted. Ginny was glad she had someone to talk to about her drug problem. But it would not last very long. . .
Ginny was quite pleased with herself. She had got Draco to open up to her and pour his heart out. From what she had heard, that was very rare in Draco's case. Ginny shuffled closer to Draco, so she was only about half a meter away from him. She leaned up to him and kissed him on his soft lips. It was a sympathy kiss, to show him that she cared, and he seemed to accept that, by the way he was responding in a tenderly way.
When Ginny broke away, a thought occurred to her. "Draco, you know that day when you said you'd prove that you're not like your Father?"
"That's off," Draco snapped. "I am no longer ashamed of my identity and persona. I am exactly like my Father and take pride in it."
"W-what? But you're not-" Ginny trailed off when she saw a faint red line around his pupils. He looked at her with an evil glint in his eyes and leaned very far over her, while she backed away. She was lying on her back and Draco was only a few centimetres above her when it happened. . .
A/N: hee hee hee!! An evil cliffie!! YEY!!! The chappie finished! I only made you wait a week this time!! GO ME!!! Plus, there's only a few chapters left! And then (possibly-very likely) a sequel! YEY!! Ok I hope you liked this chapter, I know it was quite boring and no action at all in it, but that will change soon (trust me! It WILL change!) so anyway thanx to all my reviewers who've kept me going!!! Luv y'all!!!
Toodles!:D
