Caged 7
by: Isa
PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise either belongs to J.K. Rowling or to Babyface.
A.N.- Thank you so much to all my reviewers. Evenstar, I'm glad you like it! I hope you update "A Meeting Under the Stars" soon.
As always, thanks to The Mistress of Angst, SnapeJuice.
*
"When can I see you again
When can my heart beat again
When can I see you again
And when can I breathe once again
And when can I see you again"
When can I see you - Babyface
*
"You know I love you!" He told me between desperate kisses. "You know I'll always love you, no matter what!"
Dishevelled black hair framing his bright green eyes.
Dust gluing to his sweaty forehead, his scar standing out against his frighteningly pale skin.
And I believed him.
I believe him then.
Even when he left me.
Even when he ran after giving me another quick kiss.
The Death Eater's loud footsteps drowned by the furious beats of my heart.
Even then.
Because he was our last hope.
Because he above all had to be kept safe.
Because that was Harry Potter telling plain old Ginny that he loved her.
I believed him.
Then.
I turn, my shoulder aching from the cold of the dungeon floor.
I smooth the sheets underneath me.
I hate thinking of him, now.
For some reason he keeps my Dracos from coming to me.
*
I wake up.
The greyness of the cell slowly comes to focus.
The bars' shadows on the floor move slowly, marking the minutes of a time I forgot how it passes.
Shadow bars I can change with a wave of my hands.
The real bars are still motionless.
Cold metal. Trapping me.
I don't like thinking of Harry.
He makes me realize this.
*
I wake up.
He is here.
But which one is he?
I give him a tentative smile.
My Draco smiles back, half lowering his head, a mischievous look on his face.
Oh, it's playful Draco!
"Get up, Ginny!"
He motions for me to rise.
A restless little boy.
"I don't want to, Draco."
He frowns. Seemingly unable to understand why.
I suddenly remember.
"Draco, tell me, can you see the blood flowing underneath the floor?"
He shrugs and rolls his eyes.
Then he makes a great show of patting his dark burgundy suit, nearly crumpling the expensive material.
"Oh, dear!" He exclaims dramatically. "I seem to have forgotten my x-ray goggles!"
I giggle.
I never regret having this Draco around.
I unsuccessfully try to stifle my giggles.
"No, silly! You can feel it, even if you don't see it. Try!"
Draco starts to pretend he's losing his balance.
"The blood! Underneath the floor! Make it stop!" He throws himself to where I'm laying, laughing at him.
He laughs with me.
We're still laughing when I hear the cell door open.
The Draco beside me vanishes as the other one makes his entrance.
Oh, this Draco looks upset.
"Hello, Draco!"
He looks even more upset, if such thing is possible.
"Weasley."
I giggle at him.
"Came to torture me?"
He scowls.
"Will you tell me where Potter is or not?"
I sit up, still amused.
I'll tell him.
After all, why shoudn't I?
He looks uncomfortable with my sudden happiness.
He nervously runs his hand through his hair.
Dishevelled silver hair framing his cold grey eyes.
I'm suddenly scared.
I back away from him.
To the dark corner in the cell.
He seems puzzled at my change of attitude.
But in a way he seems relieved.
"Where is Potter?" Confident again.
I shake my head.
I will not answer.
He sighs in frustration.
For the first time ever, I notice he has dark circles under his eyes.
"Will you torture me now?"
My voice sounds like it belongs to a little girl and I hate myself for that.
It's his turn to shake his head.
He smirks.
"No."
"Why?"
He lets himself slide to the dungeon floor.
Not seeming to care for his clothes.
He leans his head to the bars, pensive.
"Apparently that idiot mudblood's death was not very well accepted. They think I could have managed to make him give me Potter's location. They say I was to hasty to kill him."
"They? The other Death Eaters?"
He quickly stands up.
Stormy eyes staring at me.
"I am not a Death Eater!" He shouts.
I recoil in fear.
This pleases him.
"I simply made an alliance," he smirks. "You have to know which side to choose and, more importantly, never to make a permanent choice."
I'm too frightened to speak.
"So I will not torture you. Unfortunately, I'll have to keep coming here until you give me Potter's location."
He opens the cell door and leaves without looking back.
I heard what he said, but I swear that it's not making sense.
Playful Draco reappears and coaches me out of the corner.
He laughs.
"He's lying, you know?" He asks me. "He's not a Death Eater simply because none of us would have that ugly thing tainting our beautifully flawless skin!" He rolls up his sleeve to show me his milky white skin.
He keeps laughing but I'm not laughing with him.
I move to the bars.
My fingers wrap themselves around the cold curves.
I don't want him to go.
by: Isa
PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise either belongs to J.K. Rowling or to Babyface.
A.N.- Thank you so much to all my reviewers. Evenstar, I'm glad you like it! I hope you update "A Meeting Under the Stars" soon.
As always, thanks to The Mistress of Angst, SnapeJuice.
*
"When can I see you again
When can my heart beat again
When can I see you again
And when can I breathe once again
And when can I see you again"
When can I see you - Babyface
*
"You know I love you!" He told me between desperate kisses. "You know I'll always love you, no matter what!"
Dishevelled black hair framing his bright green eyes.
Dust gluing to his sweaty forehead, his scar standing out against his frighteningly pale skin.
And I believed him.
I believe him then.
Even when he left me.
Even when he ran after giving me another quick kiss.
The Death Eater's loud footsteps drowned by the furious beats of my heart.
Even then.
Because he was our last hope.
Because he above all had to be kept safe.
Because that was Harry Potter telling plain old Ginny that he loved her.
I believed him.
Then.
I turn, my shoulder aching from the cold of the dungeon floor.
I smooth the sheets underneath me.
I hate thinking of him, now.
For some reason he keeps my Dracos from coming to me.
*
I wake up.
The greyness of the cell slowly comes to focus.
The bars' shadows on the floor move slowly, marking the minutes of a time I forgot how it passes.
Shadow bars I can change with a wave of my hands.
The real bars are still motionless.
Cold metal. Trapping me.
I don't like thinking of Harry.
He makes me realize this.
*
I wake up.
He is here.
But which one is he?
I give him a tentative smile.
My Draco smiles back, half lowering his head, a mischievous look on his face.
Oh, it's playful Draco!
"Get up, Ginny!"
He motions for me to rise.
A restless little boy.
"I don't want to, Draco."
He frowns. Seemingly unable to understand why.
I suddenly remember.
"Draco, tell me, can you see the blood flowing underneath the floor?"
He shrugs and rolls his eyes.
Then he makes a great show of patting his dark burgundy suit, nearly crumpling the expensive material.
"Oh, dear!" He exclaims dramatically. "I seem to have forgotten my x-ray goggles!"
I giggle.
I never regret having this Draco around.
I unsuccessfully try to stifle my giggles.
"No, silly! You can feel it, even if you don't see it. Try!"
Draco starts to pretend he's losing his balance.
"The blood! Underneath the floor! Make it stop!" He throws himself to where I'm laying, laughing at him.
He laughs with me.
We're still laughing when I hear the cell door open.
The Draco beside me vanishes as the other one makes his entrance.
Oh, this Draco looks upset.
"Hello, Draco!"
He looks even more upset, if such thing is possible.
"Weasley."
I giggle at him.
"Came to torture me?"
He scowls.
"Will you tell me where Potter is or not?"
I sit up, still amused.
I'll tell him.
After all, why shoudn't I?
He looks uncomfortable with my sudden happiness.
He nervously runs his hand through his hair.
Dishevelled silver hair framing his cold grey eyes.
I'm suddenly scared.
I back away from him.
To the dark corner in the cell.
He seems puzzled at my change of attitude.
But in a way he seems relieved.
"Where is Potter?" Confident again.
I shake my head.
I will not answer.
He sighs in frustration.
For the first time ever, I notice he has dark circles under his eyes.
"Will you torture me now?"
My voice sounds like it belongs to a little girl and I hate myself for that.
It's his turn to shake his head.
He smirks.
"No."
"Why?"
He lets himself slide to the dungeon floor.
Not seeming to care for his clothes.
He leans his head to the bars, pensive.
"Apparently that idiot mudblood's death was not very well accepted. They think I could have managed to make him give me Potter's location. They say I was to hasty to kill him."
"They? The other Death Eaters?"
He quickly stands up.
Stormy eyes staring at me.
"I am not a Death Eater!" He shouts.
I recoil in fear.
This pleases him.
"I simply made an alliance," he smirks. "You have to know which side to choose and, more importantly, never to make a permanent choice."
I'm too frightened to speak.
"So I will not torture you. Unfortunately, I'll have to keep coming here until you give me Potter's location."
He opens the cell door and leaves without looking back.
I heard what he said, but I swear that it's not making sense.
Playful Draco reappears and coaches me out of the corner.
He laughs.
"He's lying, you know?" He asks me. "He's not a Death Eater simply because none of us would have that ugly thing tainting our beautifully flawless skin!" He rolls up his sleeve to show me his milky white skin.
He keeps laughing but I'm not laughing with him.
I move to the bars.
My fingers wrap themselves around the cold curves.
I don't want him to go.