Summary: It's Ginny's 6th year, and she's tired of everyone treating her
like a child. She would rather die than be driven insane.
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of this enchanting world. It belongs to the brilliant mind of Joanna K. Rowling.
A/N: If any of you know what the K. stands for in her name please tell me. I'm dying to know! In case you haven't noticed, I am avoiding using the Order of the Phoenix plot in here. Don't get me wrong, I love the book, but it's just too horrible that (*insert name here*) died. I am in one of the stages of death. Denial. Well only a little left. Read on.
Chapter 18: The Only Cure
They landed with a thud in Dumbledore's office. Well, everyone except Dumbledore. He walked behind his desk and sat down. He fiddled with a few things on it completely ignoring the six alert teens standing around him, until Ron cleared his throat.
"Ahem."
"Oh! Well, off to bed!" he said cheerfully. Colin and Jane exchanged unsure glances but Harry, Ron, and Hermione left. They already knew Dumbledore was a bit peculiar. Ginny was the only one left. She was on her way out but stopped dead when she saw Draco's unconscious body on a stretcher.
After he'd insulted her, kissed her (*on more than one occasion*) and almost killed her, she felt sorry for him. He had almost no family, no true friends, and maybe never even.
"Ms. Weasley? Don't you want to rest?" Dumbledore's face looked confused, but the twinkle in his eyes exposed him immediately.
"Professor, I was just wondering. Why did Draco turn all funny after.you know who performed the mark curse?"
"Well it is my belief, and only that, that Mr. Malfoy did not, in fact want to be Death Eater. As I've known him to, Voldermort uses the Imperius Curse when necessary. Draco is a large asset to him. The heir of one of his richest supporters." Dumbledore finished.
"Does that mean, Draco will be (*gulp*) evil?" Ginny gulped.
"That, my dear, is up to Voldermort, and Mr. Malfoy himself. They are the only two with the means to break the curse."
Ginny bid Dumbledore goodnight and went to the Gryffindor tower. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the fireplace, apparently waiting for her. Had they been awake, they surely wouldn't have fallen asleep in each other's arms. Ginny made her way up to her dormitory. Jane wasn't in bed, so Ginny figured she was with Colin. Who would want to be alone with their thoughts after what happened?
At breakfast, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Colin, and Jane did not mention the previous night at all. Ginny liked it this way. She wouldn't have to relive the nightmare during the day now as well as night. Every once in a while, she would glance at the Slytherin table, but Draco was nowhere to be seen.
"He's in the hospital wing." Harry whispered. Ginny smiled at him and toudhed his cheek. She gave him a kiss on the other cheek and whispered, "thanks." Back.
Whe Ginny got to the infirmary, Draco was looking out the window on the right side of his bed, at the Quidditch Pitch. She approached him slowly and his eyes darted quickly to her.
"What do you want?" He spat.
"I came to see how you were doing." She said shyly. He glared at her, then turned back to the window.
"Well then, now that's that checked off, it's obvious you can't see when your not wanted. Get out." He stated simply.
Ginny tried hard to hold back tears threatening to spill soon. She swallowed the lump in her throat and left. She ran to the lake. It was the only place she knew that her tears couldn't do any good.
Meanwhile, Draco rolled onto his stomach and began to drift off. GINNY WAS SMILING AT HIM IN DETENTION. SHE WAS LAUGHING AT A JOKE HE MADE. SHE WAS SITTING BY A SUNSET IN A PHOTOGRAPH. HE WAS LEANING IN TO KISS HER. HE WAS BEING PUSHED INTO A TELESCOPE CLOSET. THEY WERE SNOGGING MADLY.
Draco awoke with a jolt.
A/N: hope ya'll likes that. RRR!
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of this enchanting world. It belongs to the brilliant mind of Joanna K. Rowling.
A/N: If any of you know what the K. stands for in her name please tell me. I'm dying to know! In case you haven't noticed, I am avoiding using the Order of the Phoenix plot in here. Don't get me wrong, I love the book, but it's just too horrible that (*insert name here*) died. I am in one of the stages of death. Denial. Well only a little left. Read on.
Chapter 18: The Only Cure
They landed with a thud in Dumbledore's office. Well, everyone except Dumbledore. He walked behind his desk and sat down. He fiddled with a few things on it completely ignoring the six alert teens standing around him, until Ron cleared his throat.
"Ahem."
"Oh! Well, off to bed!" he said cheerfully. Colin and Jane exchanged unsure glances but Harry, Ron, and Hermione left. They already knew Dumbledore was a bit peculiar. Ginny was the only one left. She was on her way out but stopped dead when she saw Draco's unconscious body on a stretcher.
After he'd insulted her, kissed her (*on more than one occasion*) and almost killed her, she felt sorry for him. He had almost no family, no true friends, and maybe never even.
"Ms. Weasley? Don't you want to rest?" Dumbledore's face looked confused, but the twinkle in his eyes exposed him immediately.
"Professor, I was just wondering. Why did Draco turn all funny after.you know who performed the mark curse?"
"Well it is my belief, and only that, that Mr. Malfoy did not, in fact want to be Death Eater. As I've known him to, Voldermort uses the Imperius Curse when necessary. Draco is a large asset to him. The heir of one of his richest supporters." Dumbledore finished.
"Does that mean, Draco will be (*gulp*) evil?" Ginny gulped.
"That, my dear, is up to Voldermort, and Mr. Malfoy himself. They are the only two with the means to break the curse."
Ginny bid Dumbledore goodnight and went to the Gryffindor tower. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the fireplace, apparently waiting for her. Had they been awake, they surely wouldn't have fallen asleep in each other's arms. Ginny made her way up to her dormitory. Jane wasn't in bed, so Ginny figured she was with Colin. Who would want to be alone with their thoughts after what happened?
At breakfast, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Colin, and Jane did not mention the previous night at all. Ginny liked it this way. She wouldn't have to relive the nightmare during the day now as well as night. Every once in a while, she would glance at the Slytherin table, but Draco was nowhere to be seen.
"He's in the hospital wing." Harry whispered. Ginny smiled at him and toudhed his cheek. She gave him a kiss on the other cheek and whispered, "thanks." Back.
Whe Ginny got to the infirmary, Draco was looking out the window on the right side of his bed, at the Quidditch Pitch. She approached him slowly and his eyes darted quickly to her.
"What do you want?" He spat.
"I came to see how you were doing." She said shyly. He glared at her, then turned back to the window.
"Well then, now that's that checked off, it's obvious you can't see when your not wanted. Get out." He stated simply.
Ginny tried hard to hold back tears threatening to spill soon. She swallowed the lump in her throat and left. She ran to the lake. It was the only place she knew that her tears couldn't do any good.
Meanwhile, Draco rolled onto his stomach and began to drift off. GINNY WAS SMILING AT HIM IN DETENTION. SHE WAS LAUGHING AT A JOKE HE MADE. SHE WAS SITTING BY A SUNSET IN A PHOTOGRAPH. HE WAS LEANING IN TO KISS HER. HE WAS BEING PUSHED INTO A TELESCOPE CLOSET. THEY WERE SNOGGING MADLY.
Draco awoke with a jolt.
A/N: hope ya'll likes that. RRR!