Summary: Ginny is angry. And her revenge is long awaited.
Disclaimer: I do not own yadda yadda blah blah yadda blah.
A/N: Well folks this is the last chapter. The angsty romantic bit of the story is in here. I hope my reviewers enjoyed it. There are no grounds for a sequel so here is: the end of A Dish Served Cold. Oh but yes! I didn't explain the title! Have any of you heard the expression: "Revenge is a dish best served cold." It is an old one and I don't know where it came from, but I think it means that revenge is not best swift, but slow and subtle when the other party is not expecting it. For a good example of this, watch the movie the Count of Monte Cristo. It is a great example of the saying. Anyway, I have strayed a bit far from the topic, but, once again, enjoy the end of: A Dish Served Cold.
Chapter 6: Draco's Explanation
Ginny went to her old headquarters. She looked up at the building and heaved a long sigh. She closed her eyes, and apparated right outside of Draco's office. The office she stood outside of almost a year ago when she was so happy. She stared at the door a long while. Releasing a breath she did not know she was holding, she turned the knob and entered. Draco was seated at his desk. The look on his face was not one of surprise, but one of satisfaction.
"I was expecting you." He said calmly.
"Were you?" Ginny asked scowling. She could barely contain her anger.
"After Lavender and Parvati, I knew it had to've been you. No one else knew my associates. No one. I suspect Cho is dead now too." He answered simply.
"Why did you do it?" Ginny asked shaking. She was not cowering in sadness or cowardice. But shaking with rage. Her vision was becoming more and more blurred. Tears were threatening to spill soon. "Why?"
"Because I wanted you." Draco muttered. He stood upand walked around his desk to stand face to face with her. "For six years, I had to watch you drool over Potter. And when I finally, finally, get the chance to have you, you get take away by Creepy."
"Creevey." Ginny corrected glaring at him. "And I am not an object to be had or some prize to be won. You tried to kill me!"
"The point is, you're alive now. And we can be together. All I want is your heart." Draco said. He took her hand with both of his and placed it on his chest. "You have mine." He said sincerely. Ginny yanked her arm away from him and pulled out her wand.
"Don't ever put your filthy hands on me again Malfoy." Ginny snarled. Draco looked taken aback. His stricken face soon hardened, then he too pulled out his wand.
"Fine. If I can't have you, no one can." Are you ready for me to kill you again?" Draco asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Ginny replied coldly.
"Remember what I taught you." Draco pictured the day he had first brought her to training.
"Mal-Draco, I don't know the least bit about dueling. What if I get myself killed?" Ginny asked.
"Trust me you won't. Look. Hold your wand like this."
Draco walked across the training studio mat to where Ginny stood and stepped closely behind her. He grabbed her arm and placed it straight out in front of her. He touched it softly and let his touch linger a bit. He placed her legs in the relaxed position for easy transition in case she needed it. He ran his hand up her thigh but softly again so that she wouldn't notice his prolonged (*and rather unnecessary*) touching. He stood up properly and placed her arms again leaning forward a bit so he could catch the scent of her hair.
Ginny noticed his silence and thought it was strange that he wasn't explaining anything to her.
"Draco?" Ginny said.
"Hmm." He purred.
"I think I got the stance down." She chuckled. Draco blushed. And then he knew that was who he wanted to spend eternity with.
"Wands at the ready." Draco said. "One. Two. Three!"
"Impedimenta!" Ginny shouted. Draco slowed for a second but regained himself before Ginny could strike again.
"Tarantallegra!" He yelled. Ginny's legs danced uncontrollably but she still managed to shoot a curse at Draco.
"Petrificus Totalus!" She screamed. Draco froze and she muttered, "finite" to her legs. They stopped moving, but Draco had already unfrozen. Ginny yelled once more "Avada Kedavra!"
"Protego!" Draco yelled. "Expelliarmus!" Ginny's wand flew across the room behind Draco. Draco looked from the wand to Ginny and laughed a breathless triumphant laugh. When he stopped he walked slowly up to Ginny. He kissed her softly at first but then, faster and faster until he ran out of breath. He stopped looked her in the eyes then gave her one last soft kiss.
"Goodbye, love." He whispered. "Avada Kedavra!" Ginny face was one of defeat as she drew her last breath. The spell hit her in the chest and she died. Draco dropped his wand, which landed with a clatter on the floor and walked back around his desk to dit down. He opened his top right drawer and pulled out a dagger.
He examined the beauty of it for a moment. Silver blade with an actual snakeskin handle. He got up once more and walked over to Ginny's dead body. He knelt beside her and examined her face. She looked too sad with her eyes open, so Draco pulled her lids down. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. A tear landed on Ginny's eyelid as he sat back up. Draco pointed the dagger at his torso and plunged it into his chest. He died almost instantly.
The S.A.S. was no more.
FIN A/N: Yes that was the end. Please don't be mad at me for makin' it all Romeo and Julietish. I just didn't think a happy ending suited this story at all. Hope you like it and I have another story coming up called Double Standard. It is my first Ron/Hermione fic and it's short so read it, it won't take long. Ta Ta For Now! *~*: aMaKa
Disclaimer: I do not own yadda yadda blah blah yadda blah.
A/N: Well folks this is the last chapter. The angsty romantic bit of the story is in here. I hope my reviewers enjoyed it. There are no grounds for a sequel so here is: the end of A Dish Served Cold. Oh but yes! I didn't explain the title! Have any of you heard the expression: "Revenge is a dish best served cold." It is an old one and I don't know where it came from, but I think it means that revenge is not best swift, but slow and subtle when the other party is not expecting it. For a good example of this, watch the movie the Count of Monte Cristo. It is a great example of the saying. Anyway, I have strayed a bit far from the topic, but, once again, enjoy the end of: A Dish Served Cold.
Chapter 6: Draco's Explanation
Ginny went to her old headquarters. She looked up at the building and heaved a long sigh. She closed her eyes, and apparated right outside of Draco's office. The office she stood outside of almost a year ago when she was so happy. She stared at the door a long while. Releasing a breath she did not know she was holding, she turned the knob and entered. Draco was seated at his desk. The look on his face was not one of surprise, but one of satisfaction.
"I was expecting you." He said calmly.
"Were you?" Ginny asked scowling. She could barely contain her anger.
"After Lavender and Parvati, I knew it had to've been you. No one else knew my associates. No one. I suspect Cho is dead now too." He answered simply.
"Why did you do it?" Ginny asked shaking. She was not cowering in sadness or cowardice. But shaking with rage. Her vision was becoming more and more blurred. Tears were threatening to spill soon. "Why?"
"Because I wanted you." Draco muttered. He stood upand walked around his desk to stand face to face with her. "For six years, I had to watch you drool over Potter. And when I finally, finally, get the chance to have you, you get take away by Creepy."
"Creevey." Ginny corrected glaring at him. "And I am not an object to be had or some prize to be won. You tried to kill me!"
"The point is, you're alive now. And we can be together. All I want is your heart." Draco said. He took her hand with both of his and placed it on his chest. "You have mine." He said sincerely. Ginny yanked her arm away from him and pulled out her wand.
"Don't ever put your filthy hands on me again Malfoy." Ginny snarled. Draco looked taken aback. His stricken face soon hardened, then he too pulled out his wand.
"Fine. If I can't have you, no one can." Are you ready for me to kill you again?" Draco asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Ginny replied coldly.
"Remember what I taught you." Draco pictured the day he had first brought her to training.
"Mal-Draco, I don't know the least bit about dueling. What if I get myself killed?" Ginny asked.
"Trust me you won't. Look. Hold your wand like this."
Draco walked across the training studio mat to where Ginny stood and stepped closely behind her. He grabbed her arm and placed it straight out in front of her. He touched it softly and let his touch linger a bit. He placed her legs in the relaxed position for easy transition in case she needed it. He ran his hand up her thigh but softly again so that she wouldn't notice his prolonged (*and rather unnecessary*) touching. He stood up properly and placed her arms again leaning forward a bit so he could catch the scent of her hair.
Ginny noticed his silence and thought it was strange that he wasn't explaining anything to her.
"Draco?" Ginny said.
"Hmm." He purred.
"I think I got the stance down." She chuckled. Draco blushed. And then he knew that was who he wanted to spend eternity with.
"Wands at the ready." Draco said. "One. Two. Three!"
"Impedimenta!" Ginny shouted. Draco slowed for a second but regained himself before Ginny could strike again.
"Tarantallegra!" He yelled. Ginny's legs danced uncontrollably but she still managed to shoot a curse at Draco.
"Petrificus Totalus!" She screamed. Draco froze and she muttered, "finite" to her legs. They stopped moving, but Draco had already unfrozen. Ginny yelled once more "Avada Kedavra!"
"Protego!" Draco yelled. "Expelliarmus!" Ginny's wand flew across the room behind Draco. Draco looked from the wand to Ginny and laughed a breathless triumphant laugh. When he stopped he walked slowly up to Ginny. He kissed her softly at first but then, faster and faster until he ran out of breath. He stopped looked her in the eyes then gave her one last soft kiss.
"Goodbye, love." He whispered. "Avada Kedavra!" Ginny face was one of defeat as she drew her last breath. The spell hit her in the chest and she died. Draco dropped his wand, which landed with a clatter on the floor and walked back around his desk to dit down. He opened his top right drawer and pulled out a dagger.
He examined the beauty of it for a moment. Silver blade with an actual snakeskin handle. He got up once more and walked over to Ginny's dead body. He knelt beside her and examined her face. She looked too sad with her eyes open, so Draco pulled her lids down. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. A tear landed on Ginny's eyelid as he sat back up. Draco pointed the dagger at his torso and plunged it into his chest. He died almost instantly.
The S.A.S. was no more.
FIN A/N: Yes that was the end. Please don't be mad at me for makin' it all Romeo and Julietish. I just didn't think a happy ending suited this story at all. Hope you like it and I have another story coming up called Double Standard. It is my first Ron/Hermione fic and it's short so read it, it won't take long. Ta Ta For Now! *~*: aMaKa