Caged 10
by: Isa
PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise either belongs to J.K. Rowling or to Everything But The Girl.
A.N.- Thank you so, so much to all my reviewers!
Duncan - Don't worry. The end is near. Wait! That didn't come out right. Well, you know what I mean.
elen - Sendo portuguesa, não me importo que escrevam as reviews em português. Por isso, vá em frente!
bloodrosesxox - I'm glad you like it! I usually have a song that I can't stop thinking about it ends up influencing the story.
citrus scented - Well, I see that someone is on to something about this story. :)
Twinkle Toes - I really enjoyed your review. And you're right. Good always wins, depending on the view of the person. As this story is in Ginny's pov, good did not win.
And thank you so much to SnapeJuice. I don't know what I'd do without your help.
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"If I stand all alone
Will the shadow
Hide the colours of my heart
Blue for the tears,
Black for the night's fears."
I Don't Want To Talk About It - Everything But The Girl
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"Get off the floor, Weasley. We need to talk."
I wake up.
The greyness of the cell takes shape around me.
He's leaning against the bars.
Elegant.
Cold.
Unapproachable.
I get up.
I miss his weight in my arms.
I fight the impulse to run to him.
Bury my nose right where his shoulder meets his neck.
Inhale his clean, warm scent.
"Are you feeling better, now?" I ask him.
"Better?" Studied lack of interest.
"Last time_"
"Look, Weasley, I don't know what you're talking about. We need to talk about Potter."
Ignoring the warning in his eyes I approach him.
A mix of disgust, boredom and danger crosses his face as I raise my hand to his face.
He almost moves his face away, but in the last second something seems to win:
Curiosity.
I'm caressing his cheek.
How he manages to make this impersonal, I do not know.
Like caressing a marble statue.
"I can tell, by your eyes, that you've probably been crying forever."
He stays silent.
A hunter studying his prey.
The best attack plan is...
I go on.
"You know I want to save you."
I trace his lips.
"Are you not really in my head?"
Still silent.
"You're my road to redemption."
He moves away.
No emotion attached to his action.
"Weasley, where's Potter?"
I shrug.
"Maybe he's dead."
He looks at me.
Eyes wide.
"It's not as if danger follows him. He follows danger."
He waits for me to go on.
"It was always like that. We'd walk behind while he would run."
He seems to be battling with himself.
He finally makes up his mind.
He reaches for my hands.
I smile up at him.
He does not smile back.
"Weasley. Ginny. Do you really want to save me?"
I nod.
Happiness tightening my throat.
I couldn't speak even if I wanted to.
Cunningness shines in his eyes.
My mind tells me his eyes shine for me.
"If you told me where Potter is, I could get away."
"Away?"
He nods.
"Away. Leave all this behind."
"Would you leave me too?"
"Probably."
Shouldn't he be lying?
I look at him.
"Probably?" I repeat.
He lets go of my hands. "Where is he?"
After all, why not?
What has Harry done for me?
Leave me behind while telling me he loves me.
"Do you love me?" I eagerly ask.
He doesn't even pause to think.
"No. Never."
After all, why not?