Title: Sleeping in a Bed of Lies
Rating: PG-13 (for cursing and Adult Themes)
Summary: When Draco shows up on Ginny's doorstep one nigt, bringing wit him claims of marriage and deception, Ginny is thrown into a world where she can never be sure who to trust and who to fear...
A/N: I would like to thank all my reviewers. 30 review in three chapters! That's great, thank you so much. And I know that this story is confusing, I thought it would be more interesting if your not sure what's going on. But anyway, not much else to report. Sorry aout the long wait. School started and I've been really busy. Anyway, thanks again and keep the reviews coming!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author: Punk up the Volume
Sleeping in a Bed of Lies
Chapter Four
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed happily, seeing Ginny enter the Three Broomsticks. Trying her best to slide out of the small booth with such a large stomach, Hermione finally freed herself, and gave Ginny a long hug. They both sat down, Ginny helping Hermione actually. When she was situated, Ginny sat down across from her and smiled happily.
"I havn't seen you in a while, Gin," Hermione quickly said, drinking a bit of the tea in front of her. "Have you been busy?"
"Oh, yes, of course," Ginny assured her. "What about you? Have you and Ron picked out any names yet?"
Hermione sighed and nodded her head. "Ron is still convinced I would name our child Ronald Chudley Weasley, Jr."
"Chudley?" Ginny questioned.
Hermione laughed. "Yeah. An homage to the Chudley Cannons."
"He's crazy."
"That's why I married him," Hermione said wistfully, twisting the wedding ring on her finger. Suddenly, Ginny couldn't explain, but her hand felt empty, and so light, as if something had been removed. Like a ring...the back of her mind guessed. No that's not it, she assured herself. There was no way...but still, there was a feeling of emptiness in the pit of her stomach, one she couldn't explain.
"Miss? Miss?" the waitress asked for a fourth time.
"Oh, yes?" Ginny asked, jolted from her silent reverie.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Butterbeer." Ginny said. "And make sure it's strong." The waitress walked away from the table as Ginny turned back to face Hermione. She looked worriedly at Ginny. "Are you all right? You look sort of pale...like you've seen a ghost."
"Maybe I have..." Ginny muttered under her breath as the waitress returned setting the bottle of Butterbeer on the table and walking away.
"What?" Hermione questioned.
"Oh, nothing."
Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper as she leaned across the table and said to Ginny.
"Ron told me about what happened last night....how horrible! It must have frightened you to death!"
"Really, I'm fine, Hermione," Ginny assured her sister-in-law with a smile. "I was a bit shook up last night, but really, I'm fine now, and I'd actually rather not talk about it." Ginny took a long drink of her Butterbeer and set it back down on the table, already feeling a little better.
"Oh, Gin, I'm sorry," Hermione apologized. "I shouldn't have brought it up, but...just...don't listen to Draco Malfoy. I'm begging you. Just don't do anything he says, don't stay alone in a room with him."
"Why?"
"Well, he's been missing for the last year, gone to who-knows- where! And now he's back, claiming to be married to you. Gin, I think , he might be delusional, if not flat out crazy. Just don't listen to him, don't go anywhere near him. That's all I've got to say."
"So," Ginny replied after a long silence, with an upbeat tone, changing the subject. "What about girl's names?"
Ginny sighed exhaustedly as she stepped in her flat latter that night. Peering into the living room area, she half expected to see Draco still lying there, asleep as he had been earlier that morning. But no, the couch was empty and th pillows scattered on the floor, just how she had left it.
Walking over to pick up the pillows and rearrange the couch, Ginny stopped. Clean up a bit and it's as if Draco Malfoy had never even been there. Not sure what she was doing, Ginny walked in the opposite direction, toward her bedroom, leaving the mess for later. When she still had enough energy to think she would do it. Not now. Now, she just needed to relax.
Throwing off her coat and slipping out of her shoes as she collapsed on her bed. After the almost uneventful lunch with Hermione, Ginny had gone back to work to fake the next fews days worth of horoscopes. She had worked until almost midnight, all because of writer's block, and now here she was at one o'clokc in them orning, exhausted and dreading going back to work in the morning.
Slipping into an oversized novelty shirt from a muggle gift shop that read 'I'm With Stupid, (obviously from Fred and George) and a pair of pajama bottoms, Ginny walked back into the living room to watch a bit of television before going to bed. As she shuffled through the darkness, through the scattered pillows, Ginny cried out as she stepped on something small.
Falling onto the couch, a throbbing pain pulsed in her foot. What had she stepped on. Moving her hand over the cold wooden floor, she seached for the item she had stepped on. Tracing her hand around the pillows, and under the crumpled lanket lying on te floor, she felt something small and cold freeze her fingertips. From what she could tell, it was circular and smooth. Cautiously, Ginny picked it up and looked at it in te thin glow of the moon, floating into the room from the kitchen window.
"No!" Ginny couldn't believe what she was seeing. Draco's ring, sitting in the palm of her hand. why would he have forgotten it? Why wouldn't he have rememered to take it with him? Thousands of questions raced through ginny's mind, but they all disappeared as she saw the living room slip away before her eyes. She could feel herself falling, but all she could was darkness. Whispers floated throught air, but Ginny could hear none of it. She helt like she couldn't move, like some invisible force was pushing her into a downward spiral.
And then...it stopped. The darkness was still there, but she wasn't falling anymore. She could hear voices, they were getting closer and closer...
"Tell me," a familiar voice cried out in the darkness, te desperateness in her voice scaring Ginny.
"Please just tell me! If you love me-"
"You can't play that card, Ginny!' a male voice called her name. It was smooth and controlled, one she couldn't quite place. "You know I can't tell you anything! Don't you know how much I want to? Don't you think I'd love to not have to carry this by myself? But I can't. Because if you got hurt-"
"But what if you get hurt?"
"I won't! I know what I'm doing, I'm not stupid! Just leave it alone Ginny!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Stop it, let go of me, you're hurting me!" the voice screamed out. Ginny reached out, trying to touch the voices, but she couldn't. The sound of a loud slap echoed through the darkness and Ginny could barely stop from crying. Where was she and what was it she was hearing? Was she going insane? Had she passed out?
Silence. And then...
"I'm so sorry..."
"You're sorry? You're sorry! No, Ginny, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I ever started this. I'm sorry I
ever let you near me. Just get away from me! Just leave me alone!"
Ginny could hear the sound of a door open and then a pleading voice, "Please, don't leave me, not now."
"Fuck off. Tell Potter I said goodbye, you see him often enough. Tell him I said I hope the two of you will be very happy together. My best wishes."
"Don't..."
And then the door was slammed. Silence and then the darkness started fading away and the living room was before her again, but not before she could hear the crying voice of the young woman, sobbing, "Draco, no, please don't leave, not now..."
And then it all went black again as Ginny passed out.
Ginny yawned, turning over in her bed. She felt refreshed as her alarm clock rang, telling her to get up. Glancing at it with a smile, the smile quickly vanished. Ginny let out a yelp. Eleven o'clock already! It couldn't. She had just fallen asleep. But as she thought about the night before she couldn't ever remember coming into bed. Just that goddamn ring and those voices...
"Damn, I've got to get ready for work." Ginny complained loudly.
"Huh? What?" Harry asked from his chair on the other side of the bed and he opened his eyes, roused by Ginny's complaint.
"Harry?" Ginny asked, confused y his presence in her bedroom. "What are you doing here?" Grabbing her robe and pulling it around herself, Ginny stepped out of bed as Harry rose from his chair.
"Good your awake." Harry said smiling as he stretched his arms. "I thought you'd still be out for a few more hours. Are you feeling alright? Do you feel lightheaded or sick or anything?" he questioned, rushing over to her and helping her stand. Ginny quickly slipped out of his comforting grip and started toward the bedroom door.
"Well, yes, I'm fine." she assured him. "Why? What are you doing here? What happened?"
Harry blushed a bit. "Well, Ron suggested we stop over and check on you on our way to work this morning. So I told him I'd do it while he went into the office. And I found you on floor, unconcious. So...I...uh...carried you into your bedroom and put you in...uh...bed," Ginny could feel the red rising in her own cheeks as she watched Harry stand uncomfortably telling the story.
"And um, I already called you in sick for work. I took the day off, in case you took a while to wake up. How are you feeling? Are you alright? Seeing black spots? Feel dizzy? you want some tea?"
Ginny laughed. "Since when are you Doctor Harry. Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry. I must have passed out from exhaustion," she lied. "I'm fine now. Don't worry about me."
"Are you sure?" Harry questioned. "Well, I did take the rest of the day off...ant to go catch someting to eat."
"Sure," Ginny smiled happily. "I'd love to."
"Good," Harry smiled back. "You can tell what's new in your life."
And then you can answer some of my questions, Ginny thought to herself. She needed answers and she needed them fast.
