Title: Not Quite Heavenly
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N: Well, this chapter is a little grotesque really, thus the boost of the ratings. Just to keep it safe. But yes, this story is totally based off waking dreams so don't blame me, alright?! Parts of this were actually supposed to be an action/adventure disaster fic, cause I love movies like that, but it morphed into this. Suppose I will have to search for my disaster fic somewhere else. Hope I'll find it 'cause that would be fun. Draco and Ginny. Alone. Having to save each other... ~skips off to ponder~ ~skips back~ And just so you know, I corrected the little Mellon collie deal. This is the last time I edit at 1 in the morning and let my spell checker think for me...
Disclaimer: Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, since I forgot to disclaim it in the first chapter, the hand waving sleepy move is not mine. It's from the movie 'Dark City'. That is a really twisted movie. Anyhoo, I own nothing but the plot which my waking dreams seem to like to give me in little bits.
Not Quite Heavenly
Chapter 3
Promises
~*~
"So tell me again why we're taking a train to my parent's house?" Ginny asked warily as she struggled to stow her trunk in the overhead compartment. Yet the weight in her stomach seemed to make it a much more difficult task than it should have been. She bit back a curse.
"Well," Zacharis began, coming up beside her. "For one you're pregnant and can't Apparate." His hand brushed against her stomach. "And for another I hate Muggle vehicles." He took Ginny's trunk from her and stowed it away for her as though it weighted nothing.
"And a train is so much better," she sneered, glaring at him. "You know, Muggles invented this form of transportation as well. We only claim to have come up with it first, but we didn't."
"Of course they did," her husband cooed at her, plopping down in a seat and forcing her to sit beside him. She let out a small huff and dropped her side bag on the seat next to her. "I forgot that it's all just Wizarding propaganda. How foolish of me."
"You know," Ginny began, still glaring. "Sometimes I really hate you."
"You always say that," he whispered, pulling her closer to him and burying his head in her hair. Images of the dream she had had four nights ago came instantly to mind. She forced them down again, focusing on his words. "And by the end of the day you are always proclaiming your love to me."
"Not this time I won't," she replied darkly, yet she leant back into his arms regardless if she hated him or not. "This time I am going to keep on hating you no matter what."
"Of course dear," he whispered, encircling her expanded waist with his arms. Ginny resisted the urge to grin. She didn't know how he did it, but he always seemed to make things seem brighter. Perhaps it was the way he said it, like he was so sure of himself. But then Draco had always been so sure of himself. And then he had died.
She had been doing a lot of thinking on the subject as of late. And it wasn't like she didn't have the time. Her job didn't require her to do much anymore. There was no need for her at the moment so she often just sat in her office, filing papers or going to the next level of the Ministry just to bother Harry or perhaps she would leave and bother Ron. Yet regardless of this, she still had too much time to think. Too much time to reflect. Too much time to realize that perhaps the blonde of her past really had come back from the dead. His touch had been so real.
Ginny felt a jerk as the train pulled slowly into motion, gradually picking up speed. She leaned further back against her husband. She didn't like trains. She didn't like them at all. Not since that incident so many years ago. Not since-
"You alright, Gin?" Zacharis' voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. She felt his arms squeeze her slightly. "You're not going to pass out or anything?"
She hissed at him. "Like I would pass out," she said bitterly back at him. "If I remember correctly, it's you who has the little habit of passing out." A certain party, or rather several came to mind.
"You know, you are getting more and more vicious every day," he said in a matter of fact tone. "I hope this doesn't become a permanent trend because I just might have to put my foot down."
"And what will your foot do about my viciousness?" she asked in as sweet a tone as she could muster. She shifted her weight against his.
"Oh, my foot can do plenty," he said in a rather gruff voice that made Ginny giggle.
"Of course it can, dear," she said, patting his arm in what should have been a reassuring matter.
"Are you doubting me, woman?" he snarled into her ear, only causing her to giggle more.
"Doubt you?" she asked in mock horror. "Why, I would never dream of it."
She turned her head so she could face him and saw the usual grin that he wore in times like these. She couldn't help but give one back. Despite what her family might have thought, Zacharis wasn't as terrible as they had first thought. Bitterness was sweetness in a way.
Yet as she stared at him, the grin slowly dropped from his face and was replaced by a more serious look. Ginny looked on him in curiosity. He pulled her closer then.
"I love you," he said softly, after seeming to search her eyes for something. She never found out if he found what he had been looking for.
"I know," she said with a slight sigh. "I love you too."
~*~
An hour later, Ginny found herself drifting in and out of consciousness, still resting in the arms of her husband. She kept seeing Malfoy's face and it was frowning at her. It was as though he was trying to prove his point to her that what she was doing was wrong. Yet in her heart, she could tell that what she was doing was right. She was going to have a child. Have a child with a person who made her feel special. Who made her feel safe. That no wrong could come to her while she was resting in his arms.
A screeching noise pulled Ginny instantly to full consciousness and she sat up, Zacharis sitting up with her.
"What was that?" he demanded, looking over to the frosted window that led out to the hall to his right. Ginny looked as well then turned her head the other direction to look out the window that led outside. It was night out. She frowned. But they had left in the morning.
Suddenly the train gave off another screech and then seemed to heave them out of their seats. Ginny let out a cry of surprise as she felt herself being thrown to the ground only to be tossed to the right. She heard Zacharis hit the ground beside her with an "oof" of air. There was a horrible sound of crushing metal about her and it soon became so loud that she felt she was in a can opener. The train heaved again and she was tossed into a wall and back to the ground.
The glass from both windows shattered and flew everywhere.
The lights went out.
Then all was silent.
"Ginny," she heard a weak voice travel through the darkness that was all around her. She couldn't quite seem to come to grips with what had happened. Why was she on the ground? Why was it so dark?
"Zach?" she croaked, struggling to sit up. It was surprisingly difficult and she struggled to figure out why. And then it occurred to her: her baby. "Zach!" she said in a panic. What if this was what Malfoy had been talking about. About her child...
"I'm here," she heard him say in his soothing voice. "Lumos." A moment later, light filled the room. Ginny looked around and gasped at what she saw.
The compartment they were in was a mess. Their trunks had crashed to the ground, there was glass everywhere and yet the window was blocked by something. It took her a moment before she realized it was another train car. She turned wide eyes to her husband. They had just been in a train crash.
Yet when she set her eyes on him she gasped. "Zach," she uttered in horror, looking at the blood that was slowly leaving several wounds on his body. "Zach, are you alright?"
"Fine," he grunted, moving one of the seats aside and climbing over a few things. He reached her and knelt down beside her, resting his hand on her stomach. "Are you alright?" he asked with concern. "Is the baby?"
Ginny continued to stare at him. How could he bleed so much and not be affected by it? It just didn't make sense. She had seen so many people in the past. So much blood...
"Ginny!" Zacharis said sharply, shaking her shoulders. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she gasped, focusing on the present once more. "I'm- We're fine." She frowned at him in concern. "Get my wand." An accio spell later and it was in her hands. With shaking hands she grasped it and performed a spell she had had to perform far too many times in her past. The bleeding had stopped, but the blood was still there.
"Thanks," he grunted, reaching out and heaving her to her feet. "Easy does it." Ginny swayed slightly, leaning on him for support. Once he seemed sure that she could stand on her own, he released her and walked to the compartment door. "Now let's try and get out of this place." He tugged on the door.
It wouldn't open.
He tugged on it harder. Still nothing. He tugged again. Then he swore and kicked the thing in frustration. Ginny stared on in confusion. How could the door not open? She moved carefully towards the hole in the wall where the frosted pane of glass had once stood. She looked out into the hall. There was glass and rubble all across it. Yet there was no reason why the door would not open. She pulled her head back in.
"I don't get it," she said with a frown. "There's nothing there." She took a step towards the door but stopped when something splashed to the ground. Ginny froze.
"What was that?" Zacharis asked in alarm, looking at her in panic.
Ginny opened her mouth but nothing came out. She put a hand on the door to steady herself. She tried again. "My water just broke."
Zacharis looked at her in horror, but never got the chance to express it as the car beside them suddenly exploded, causing everything to go black once more.
~*~
Pain.
Ginny awoke with the feeling of pain all around her. Such terrible pain. And something reeked as though things had been burning and had been left to smolder. Biting down on her lip, she cracked her eyes open to see what was causing it. She was lying on the ground again and there was ruble all around her, yet she couldn't quite find the source of the smell or the pain. Then she looked at her legs. They were burnt black. The smell she smelled was that of her own burnt flesh.
"You know," she heard someone say to the left of her as she gave out a startled cry at her mangled limbs. She turned her head wildly to see someone lounging elegantly against the corner of the compartment. "I could have saved you all this trouble if you had just listened to me, Ginny."
"Draco," she whispered, looking at him, her appendages momentarily leaving her mind. He was once again before her, like a specter from the past. "How did you get here?"
"That does not concern you at the moment," he replied with a shrug, then grinned lazily. "You know, I don't think your husband's doing too well." He was looking just beyond her. Ginny turned her head over to her other side and gasped. Zacharis was laying there, his arm at an odd angle. She let out a strangled cry as her throat began to close up, tears leaping to her eyes. "Oh, there's no point crying over it. He's quite dead at the moment. I assure you, he doesn't feel a thing."
"What?!" Ginny burst out, instantly regretting it as a wave of pain overcame her. 'How could this have happened?' she thought in a frantic panic. 'How can I be here? How can he be dead?!'
"Now Ginny," the blonde behind her cooed, crouching down behind her head and slowly lifting her upper torso into his arms. Pain ripped through her and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. "Darling," he drawled, pressing his cheek against hers from behind. His skin was as cold as ice, causing Ginny to shiver, the pain increasing. "Will you really miss him?"
"Of course I will," she spat at him, trying to jerk her body free of his icy grasp but finding she hadn't the strength to do so. Tears of frustration and pain began to leak out of the brims of her eyes. "He was my husband!"
"Ah, this loyalty thing again," the man holding her up said slowly. "Isn't it ironic how your loyalty to him seems to run deeper than that of the loyalty you claimed to have for me?"
"YOU WERE DEAD!" she shrieked, ignoring the tearing pain.
"Yes," he drawled. "But I came back, didn't I?" He paused. "And he can come back as well. For a price."
"A price?" Ginny whispered, feeling the bottom of her stomach fall away. She would do anything, anything to have Zacharis be alright. She didn't want to be alone.
"Yes, a price," Malfoy drawled back at her as though she was a child. "I do something for you and you will have to do or give something for me."
"And what is this price?" she asked slowly, her eyes drifting to her enlarged stomach.
"I would not want anything of that sort," he said curtly, seeming to follow her eyes. "What would I want with your child?"
"Fine," she snapped, realizing that perhaps she had just agreed to a bigger thing than she could comprehend. That she had made a deal with the devil.
"Good," Malfoy said approvingly. "Very good." He waved a hand at her husband, and she watched in amazement as his chest began to rise and fall. "Now," he said, shifting her boy slightly. "Sleep."
Once again Ginny didn't have a chance to react before the man holding her had waved his hand before her face and she had slumped back into unconsciousness.
Malfoy carefully laid her back on the ground and stared down on her. His face was completely void of expression, yet there seemed to be a sense of melancholy about his person. A very small sense. Then he turned and disappeared into the darkness.
~*~
A/N: Well that was just strange and I have no real clue where it came from. Though I must admit that I am curious as to where my dreams will lead it or if they will just leave it here...
Thanks to: SkysTheLimit(Yay, go me :D), JS12(No, she hasn't killed him, yet), Lallie(Oh yeah, I forgot about the clown. But you can rest assured that we got rid of it. I think...), tulzdavampslayer, d[n-n]b and dracoscutie(Very funny and strange).