Chapter 2
In the Dark
A/N: So time for chapter two devoted fans. I'm sure I have a lot more then reviewed, and most of you are just to lazy to click that little button in the corner of you screen and type a few words. Anyway, a quick note. This is only Wiredsister 2, the younger on writing this. However my sister has made it a point to beta my stories. Even though I never asked her to. I sit down to write, and I see really big red letters insulting my grammar. Well, on with the story!
So, the girl on Draco's lap is beautiful. He could tell that without even seeing. This, he found very strange. But she had a beautiful laugh, and her voice spoke so lightly it made him just relax and enjoy himself.
Draco had learned that the girl loved to write, and that her favorite color was green with blue in a close second. He knew she loves to protest. She said that she'll protest for anything. She's even trying to get a debate team started, so she can argue, and disagree. This, she said is one of her hobbies.
He also learned she loves talking to elderly men and women. They have the most amazing stories, she would say. Once she met an old man that was related to Merlin! He even had pictures of him in old family albums.
He knew that she was sixteen, but she wouldn't tell him what year she was in because, as she said it would give it away He knew she had curly hair, and hated to where robes. At the moment she was wearing denim jeans, and a pink sleeveless blouse.
He knew that she was the one that had started the protest, against using animals for transfiguration, that nearly all the students were a part of and even persuaded a few teachers to join her side.
He knew she loved cold weather. Her family always teased her, saying she never gets cold. but she does, she just loves being cold.
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Somehow, Ginny knew that the boy who's lap she was on was cute. However she has no idea how she knows this, because it is dark. And she can't see. But somehow, she knew he was good-looking. He was always making jokes, and his voice was so soothing.
Ginny had learned that he loved to play Quiddetch, and did it almost every day. She knew his favorites colors were black, white, and gray. She knew he loved to just observe. He was very into psychology. He loved to just observe human behavior, and how we react to things.
She learned that he loved to take care of small children. He had a little step-sister who was six, and a little step-brother that is 3. He was always playing with them and such. Eventually, they started to like him better then their own father!
She knew he was seventeen and in seventh year. She knew that he often didn't wear robes. At the moment, he was wearing baggy khaki pants, and black T-shirt.
She knew that he was the one that wrote the book that Dumbledore was talking about last week. The author of the book chose to remain anonymous. However the title of the book was "Children: Who They Are, and How They Think."
She knew he loved the warm weather. Summer was his favorite season. But, a lot of that probably has a lot to do with the idea of no school.
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"Okay, and what do most people think about you?" the girl asked him.
"Well, that is a complicated. You see, some people that I don't like hate me. And that's probably because I'm a sarcastic bastard to them, but that's not the point. But, then their friends start to hate me to. And everyone that sees the world from any of these people's point of view, would see me as a bad person. But I'm pretty friendly to everyone else. And you?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty much well liked."
Draco glanced at his watch. "Oh my god. We've been here for five hours!"
"You're kidding! It's eleven-thirty already?"
"Yeah. We talked the whole time. It looks like everyone else is asleep."
"You tired?" she asked him.
"Not at all. You?"
"Nope."
"So, where are you from?"
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Ginny sighed. "What time is it?"
"One in the morning. Maybe we should get some sleep." the boy said.
"Do you really think I should sleep while I'm on your lap?"
"It's okay. If it hurts later on, it will only make me stronger, and more macho-like."
"I don't know. I could be cutting of your circulation, or something bad like that." Ginny said standing up. "I'll just sleep on the floor or something.
"You'll freeze."
"You forget. I don't get cold."
"No, you get cold. You just like it. Well, whether you like it or not, you'll be cold. Just sleep on my lap."
"I don't know…" Ginny said, but then she felt hand on her waist, or possible a little below, pulling her back down to him.
"I'll be fine." the boy reassured me. "Just go to sleep."
"Okay." I said reluctantly. "Can I call you something?"
"What?"
"Well, I've been calling you, 'the boy' in my mind. Can I like come up with a nickname for you to call you.
"Sure, can I do the same? I've been calling you 'the girl.'"
"Sure. What will you call me?"
He paused for a moment before saying slowly, "Fire. And what will you call me?"
Ginny paused for an even longer time. Thinking. What did he really remind her of? "Dragon."
"Dragon?" he asked.
"Yes, Dragon. I don't know why, but that's what you remind me of."
"Okay." And then she felt his hand on her face. It felt completely cool, and yet warm at the same time. He seemed to be getting a feel of where everything was on her face. And then she could feel his lips on her forehead. But it seemed that as soon as they were there, they were gone. She longed for them to have stayed there for just a moment longer. "Good night, My Fire." he whispered to her.
She put her hand on his face and gently moved it around until she found what she was looking for. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. but let her lips linger there for a moment before moving her head slightly to the side, and whispering in what she hoped was his ear. "Good night, My Dragon." and then she leaned back down, against his body. Ginny let myself melt into him. She relaxed my every muscle as touched his. I could feel his breath.
And then he began to sing. I sounded almost like a lullaby but only in a different language. It made her think of a waterfall. Falling constantly, dependably. She knew it would never end, and she could count to that. And then she slowly drifted of to sleep.
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Draco's eyes opened. And if he didn't know how it felt to open your eyes, he wouldn't know they weren't still closed. Nothing in his vision changed. It was still dark, and he couldn't see a thing.
His first thought was, Where am I? But then felt Fire on him, and he remembered. It's funny, he thought, Calling her Fire. But then she reminded him so much of Fire. She had a sort of spirit, that was fiery and independent.
He reached out a hand, and brushed it along the side of her face softly. And the, right then, he realized who she was. All the clues, suddenly linked together. How she loved to write, how her year would give away who she was. He leaned forward and kissed her slightly on the lips. "I love you, Ginny." he whispered to her. "But you'll never feel the same when you realize who I am. I'll always be alone, but I'll always love you." He leaned back down, and closed his eyes. But he didn't fall asleep.
