Never Noticed
Ginny Weasley woke up, feeling tired and numb all over. It was the beaming sunlight that set down on her face, and realization struck her that she wasn't in her own, safe, Gryffindor dorm. Instead, the bed she lay on was much more comfortable, draped with silk, green sheets that was chilling with some sort of icey substance, for it was cold. The pillow her head rested on wasn't lumpy as she was used to - instead, her head sank painfully against it, deepening.
She blinked twice to make sure she wasn't hallicunating, and took a deep, shuddering breath.
"You're awake," said a voice. She jumped a bit, startled at the figure before her. It was Draco, dressed in his school robes, his hair thick with water so that it was flung over his forehead.
"What're you doing here?" she breathed, feeling a large headache coming on.
"What am I doing here? I discovered this place in the first, place, Weasley," he sneered arrogantly.
"What is this place?"
"We're in the dungeons. It's somewhere I found when I was trying to find something. It's sort of a disguised as an extra storage room, but it's somebody's old bedroom...it looks fifty years old, doesn't it? I used it as my own," Draco explained carelessly, waving his hand.
"But - but what happened?" Ginny questioned, looking around the spacious room. It's decor was complete green, with imprinted snakes on the walls, that seemed to be alive, moving. There was a banner on each snake, saying "Slytherin". Although very elegant, beautiful and clever the room was, it was a bit disturbing from the redheaded Gryffindor's eyes. Her eyes caught on a picture frame, a small picture inside it of what looked like a twelve year old girl with ginger-flame hair like hers, but her eyes were gleaming green, smiling. She was much more prettier than Ginny had ever hoped to be.
As if on que, Draco slammed the picture frame down, and as if nothing had happened, and said, "Don't you remember, Weasley? Yesterday was the third task."
The third task. Why did these words sound so familiar? The truth reformed itself in Ginny's hand, and she found it hard not to gasp. "Is Harry okay - is..."
"Your precious Potter is fine, Weasley. It's Diggory you should be worried about."
"Is he okay?" she stammered.
"I have no idea," he admitted. "They say he's dead, but I don't know for sure."
"What time is it?" Ginny said, trying to force the lump down her throat. "Is it time for breakfast?"
Draco gave a snort. "Hardly, Weasley. See, unlike you, I like to get up early. It's only six A.M."
"Oh."
"If you want to take a shower, go ahead, I am done," he invited.
"T-thanks," she answered, trying to get the disbelief out of her voice as she absentmindedly walked to the small door across the bed. She locked the door cautiously behing her, leaning against it as her knees buckled underneath her. Cedric Diggory. Dead. She hadn't known him that well, just that he was a handsome Hufflepuff prefect. And now - he was dead. Or injured. Oh please don't let him be dead, she prayed. The only good news she had so far was that Harry was okay.
*~*
When Ginny finished showering, she found towels draped over the sink, but was surprised to see that the towels were in the same, distraught fashion as the walls were. They all said "Slytherin" on them. Wrapped around one of them, she entered the bedroom once more.
Draco had been looking at the photo frame again, but hurriedly dropped it as she came in. He turned to look at her, and his mouth opened slightly. There was a look in his eyes she didn't like - avoiding his eyes, she shivered, eyeing her clothes from yesterday - they did not look particulary welcoming.
"I'll get you something to wear," he said plainly, as if he could read her mind. Muttering a quick thanks, she sat on the bed, crossing her legs.
*~*
Draco found it a very good excuse to escape the hidden room. He did not like seeing thirteen year old Virginia Weasley wearing Slytherin material. She had look so small, and frail, but when the snake wrapped around her, it seemed as if she belonged to Slytherin, and just to add toward the justice, her red hair seemed to emphasize on it.
She's not yours, a voice said.
Why can't I keep her? he aruged back.
Because her brother would kick your ass, that's why.
He doesn't have to know, Draco protested.
But he'll find out soon enough. And what about Corner? And have you forgotten she would be very joyful to see you die? She doesn't like you at all. She's innocent, she hardly lusts after you either. She's not ...she's not Cecilia...
Yeah, well, I'll have her, he promised to himself. She won't be able to do a thing when I have her.
*~*
Ginny was examining her towel with a glance of admiration when Draco came back, holding a pair of school robes. They looked new, but Ginny knew they were somebody else's.
"Here," he said, offering to them to her. She hurriedly snatched it.
"You can keep the towel," he said.
She shrugged, knowing very well she was going to keep it, and going to the bathroom to redress.
When she came back, Draco was waiting for her on the bed.
"Well," Ginny finally managed to murmur. "I better go. Bye."
"Bye," he said stonily. "When you get to the picture of Golderis the Great, go left and you'll find your way out of the potrait hole."
Nodding, she held the towel in a bundle as she opened the door and left. When she got to the painting, she hesitated on leaving. To waste some time, she looked at her loose robes. To her surprise, there was something writted on the left elbow sleeve.
"Cecilia Sandra Keller," she read out. Raising an eyebrow, she began to walk again, but stumbled over the potrait hole and dropped the towel. Grumbling, she picked it up, eyeing the snake which said "Slytherin."
However, in the back of the towel, she noticed, there were completely different, tiny, scrawled cursive in red letters.
Property of Salazar Slytherin.
*~*
Ginny Weasley woke up, feeling tired and numb all over. It was the beaming sunlight that set down on her face, and realization struck her that she wasn't in her own, safe, Gryffindor dorm. Instead, the bed she lay on was much more comfortable, draped with silk, green sheets that was chilling with some sort of icey substance, for it was cold. The pillow her head rested on wasn't lumpy as she was used to - instead, her head sank painfully against it, deepening.
She blinked twice to make sure she wasn't hallicunating, and took a deep, shuddering breath.
"You're awake," said a voice. She jumped a bit, startled at the figure before her. It was Draco, dressed in his school robes, his hair thick with water so that it was flung over his forehead.
"What're you doing here?" she breathed, feeling a large headache coming on.
"What am I doing here? I discovered this place in the first, place, Weasley," he sneered arrogantly.
"What is this place?"
"We're in the dungeons. It's somewhere I found when I was trying to find something. It's sort of a disguised as an extra storage room, but it's somebody's old bedroom...it looks fifty years old, doesn't it? I used it as my own," Draco explained carelessly, waving his hand.
"But - but what happened?" Ginny questioned, looking around the spacious room. It's decor was complete green, with imprinted snakes on the walls, that seemed to be alive, moving. There was a banner on each snake, saying "Slytherin". Although very elegant, beautiful and clever the room was, it was a bit disturbing from the redheaded Gryffindor's eyes. Her eyes caught on a picture frame, a small picture inside it of what looked like a twelve year old girl with ginger-flame hair like hers, but her eyes were gleaming green, smiling. She was much more prettier than Ginny had ever hoped to be.
As if on que, Draco slammed the picture frame down, and as if nothing had happened, and said, "Don't you remember, Weasley? Yesterday was the third task."
The third task. Why did these words sound so familiar? The truth reformed itself in Ginny's hand, and she found it hard not to gasp. "Is Harry okay - is..."
"Your precious Potter is fine, Weasley. It's Diggory you should be worried about."
"Is he okay?" she stammered.
"I have no idea," he admitted. "They say he's dead, but I don't know for sure."
"What time is it?" Ginny said, trying to force the lump down her throat. "Is it time for breakfast?"
Draco gave a snort. "Hardly, Weasley. See, unlike you, I like to get up early. It's only six A.M."
"Oh."
"If you want to take a shower, go ahead, I am done," he invited.
"T-thanks," she answered, trying to get the disbelief out of her voice as she absentmindedly walked to the small door across the bed. She locked the door cautiously behing her, leaning against it as her knees buckled underneath her. Cedric Diggory. Dead. She hadn't known him that well, just that he was a handsome Hufflepuff prefect. And now - he was dead. Or injured. Oh please don't let him be dead, she prayed. The only good news she had so far was that Harry was okay.
*~*
When Ginny finished showering, she found towels draped over the sink, but was surprised to see that the towels were in the same, distraught fashion as the walls were. They all said "Slytherin" on them. Wrapped around one of them, she entered the bedroom once more.
Draco had been looking at the photo frame again, but hurriedly dropped it as she came in. He turned to look at her, and his mouth opened slightly. There was a look in his eyes she didn't like - avoiding his eyes, she shivered, eyeing her clothes from yesterday - they did not look particulary welcoming.
"I'll get you something to wear," he said plainly, as if he could read her mind. Muttering a quick thanks, she sat on the bed, crossing her legs.
*~*
Draco found it a very good excuse to escape the hidden room. He did not like seeing thirteen year old Virginia Weasley wearing Slytherin material. She had look so small, and frail, but when the snake wrapped around her, it seemed as if she belonged to Slytherin, and just to add toward the justice, her red hair seemed to emphasize on it.
She's not yours, a voice said.
Why can't I keep her? he aruged back.
Because her brother would kick your ass, that's why.
He doesn't have to know, Draco protested.
But he'll find out soon enough. And what about Corner? And have you forgotten she would be very joyful to see you die? She doesn't like you at all. She's innocent, she hardly lusts after you either. She's not ...she's not Cecilia...
Yeah, well, I'll have her, he promised to himself. She won't be able to do a thing when I have her.
*~*
Ginny was examining her towel with a glance of admiration when Draco came back, holding a pair of school robes. They looked new, but Ginny knew they were somebody else's.
"Here," he said, offering to them to her. She hurriedly snatched it.
"You can keep the towel," he said.
She shrugged, knowing very well she was going to keep it, and going to the bathroom to redress.
When she came back, Draco was waiting for her on the bed.
"Well," Ginny finally managed to murmur. "I better go. Bye."
"Bye," he said stonily. "When you get to the picture of Golderis the Great, go left and you'll find your way out of the potrait hole."
Nodding, she held the towel in a bundle as she opened the door and left. When she got to the painting, she hesitated on leaving. To waste some time, she looked at her loose robes. To her surprise, there was something writted on the left elbow sleeve.
"Cecilia Sandra Keller," she read out. Raising an eyebrow, she began to walk again, but stumbled over the potrait hole and dropped the towel. Grumbling, she picked it up, eyeing the snake which said "Slytherin."
However, in the back of the towel, she noticed, there were completely different, tiny, scrawled cursive in red letters.
Property of Salazar Slytherin.
*~*
