Caged 5
by: Isa
PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise either belongs to J.K. Rowling or to Aimee Mann.
A.N.- Thank you so much to all my reviewers. Sorry for taking so long to update. I'll try to post once a week from now on. I usually post on Saturdays, just so your warned. Special thanks, as usual, to SnapeJuice.
*
"It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it, though
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Till you wise up
So just give up."
Wise Up - Aimee Mann
*
"What about Potter?"
He smirks. Perfectly shaped lips twisting mockingly.
I'm cold. My fingertips are blue.
I start rubbing my arms.
He notices.
He starts to take off his coat but thinks better of it.
Was he going to give it to me?
For just a second he seems mad at himself.
"Don't toy with my patience, Weasley. Give me Potter's location. Now."
When he's impatient he pushes his hair away from his eyes.
It falls over them again.
He gets even more impatient.
I'm so fascinated watching his silver strands shadowing his steel eyes that I don't even remember to answer him.
Loneliness makes us forget that there is a time for everything.
"Well?" He rushes me.
I'm suddenly upset.
I don't like this Draco.
He's just about to disappear like the other ones, and I don't like him.
Why would I be nice to him, if I don't like him?
Figures. Only I would come up with an imaginary lover that I don't like.
Even in my fantasies I fail.
"Why should I?"
He doesn't look surprised, this Draco.
He rolls his beautiful, cold eyes.
I ignore it and go on. The sooner I get rid of this Draco, the sooner I can imagine a different one.
"What would I gain by telling you where Harry is?"
It's the good thing about talking to figments of my imagination. I can say things a normal Ginny isn't supposed to say. Like haggle for Harry's life.
This Draco looks surpised.
I frown.
My Dracos never get surprised.
They always know.
When I look up I notice he is bending over me.
There's something in his eyes.
Something I haven't seen in a long time.
Hope.
"Well, well, it seems little Weasley is not as good as I thought."
I've had this fantasy before.
"If you don't tell me where Potter is I will kill you piece by piece."
He doesn't smile when he says it.
He looks distracted.
My Dracos always smile at me when they say they're going to kill me.
Could this be the real Draco?
"And if I tell you, will you set me free?"
He smiles now.
But not the happy smile I always imagine.
A dark, twisted smile.
I was wrong.
I think I like this one better.
"No. But I'll kill you quickly."
"And painlessly?"
He pauses to consider it.
I really like this one.
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps what? If I'm a good girl?"
His smile vanishes completely.
He suddenly his so close to me I can feel his cold breath on my cheek.
It smells like mints.
"Don't ever make the mistake of imagining I feel the least bit attracted for a disgusting little piece of filth like you." He whispers in my ear.
I smile.
Just the words…
I always like him when he's at his cruellest.
He looks at me like I'm mad.
Maybe I am.
"Where's Potter?"
Cold. So sure of yourself.
The best one yet.
He moves as if to slap me, then his hand stops mid-air.
He looks disgusted.
Not at himself.
At me.
He can't even bear the idea of touching me.
Even to strike me.
He's perfect.
The best of all.
He turns around to leave.
Stops at the door.
"I will be coming back everyday until you give me Potter's location."
"You will come back if I will you to."
He looks at me.
Uncomprehending.
He finally gives up.
Shaking his head.
He leaves.
Craddling his hand.
As if the mere intention of touching me had marred his perfect skin.
by: Isa
PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise either belongs to J.K. Rowling or to Aimee Mann.
A.N.- Thank you so much to all my reviewers. Sorry for taking so long to update. I'll try to post once a week from now on. I usually post on Saturdays, just so your warned. Special thanks, as usual, to SnapeJuice.
*
"It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it, though
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Till you wise up
So just give up."
Wise Up - Aimee Mann
*
"What about Potter?"
He smirks. Perfectly shaped lips twisting mockingly.
I'm cold. My fingertips are blue.
I start rubbing my arms.
He notices.
He starts to take off his coat but thinks better of it.
Was he going to give it to me?
For just a second he seems mad at himself.
"Don't toy with my patience, Weasley. Give me Potter's location. Now."
When he's impatient he pushes his hair away from his eyes.
It falls over them again.
He gets even more impatient.
I'm so fascinated watching his silver strands shadowing his steel eyes that I don't even remember to answer him.
Loneliness makes us forget that there is a time for everything.
"Well?" He rushes me.
I'm suddenly upset.
I don't like this Draco.
He's just about to disappear like the other ones, and I don't like him.
Why would I be nice to him, if I don't like him?
Figures. Only I would come up with an imaginary lover that I don't like.
Even in my fantasies I fail.
"Why should I?"
He doesn't look surprised, this Draco.
He rolls his beautiful, cold eyes.
I ignore it and go on. The sooner I get rid of this Draco, the sooner I can imagine a different one.
"What would I gain by telling you where Harry is?"
It's the good thing about talking to figments of my imagination. I can say things a normal Ginny isn't supposed to say. Like haggle for Harry's life.
This Draco looks surpised.
I frown.
My Dracos never get surprised.
They always know.
When I look up I notice he is bending over me.
There's something in his eyes.
Something I haven't seen in a long time.
Hope.
"Well, well, it seems little Weasley is not as good as I thought."
I've had this fantasy before.
"If you don't tell me where Potter is I will kill you piece by piece."
He doesn't smile when he says it.
He looks distracted.
My Dracos always smile at me when they say they're going to kill me.
Could this be the real Draco?
"And if I tell you, will you set me free?"
He smiles now.
But not the happy smile I always imagine.
A dark, twisted smile.
I was wrong.
I think I like this one better.
"No. But I'll kill you quickly."
"And painlessly?"
He pauses to consider it.
I really like this one.
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps what? If I'm a good girl?"
His smile vanishes completely.
He suddenly his so close to me I can feel his cold breath on my cheek.
It smells like mints.
"Don't ever make the mistake of imagining I feel the least bit attracted for a disgusting little piece of filth like you." He whispers in my ear.
I smile.
Just the words…
I always like him when he's at his cruellest.
He looks at me like I'm mad.
Maybe I am.
"Where's Potter?"
Cold. So sure of yourself.
The best one yet.
He moves as if to slap me, then his hand stops mid-air.
He looks disgusted.
Not at himself.
At me.
He can't even bear the idea of touching me.
Even to strike me.
He's perfect.
The best of all.
He turns around to leave.
Stops at the door.
"I will be coming back everyday until you give me Potter's location."
"You will come back if I will you to."
He looks at me.
Uncomprehending.
He finally gives up.
Shaking his head.
He leaves.
Craddling his hand.
As if the mere intention of touching me had marred his perfect skin.