Cruel: Heart and Soul Chapter 22, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 22

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"No, you didn't kiss him the way I saw it on the street. I saw what happened to the guy, he kept following her around and doing everything she wanted. He looked dreamy…" Tristan shuddered and began to drink some more of his cocoa.

Ginny crossed her arms over her chest. "If I kiss your father and he doesn't become dreamy or anything you say, will you let me kiss you?"

"Alright," Tristan nodded and broke away from his hot cocoa to watch.

Harry's heart jumped to his throat. How could she take this so casually? He didn't have time to think about it because Ginny's lips were on his as she gave him a warm, gentle kiss that lasted about two or three seconds. He felt lightheaded and he felt giddy as she pulled away from him.

"You did it!" Tristan glared at her. "You can't kiss me!" he then went back to his cocoa.

Ginny placed a hand on her lips as she stared at Harry. Did she really do that? Where ever did she get the guts to do that so simply?

"I think we have to do one more kiss to prove to Tristan that I was just joking," Harry licked his lips anxiously. "You do want to kiss him, don't you?" But he was actually referring to himself but he hoped that she didn't hear the plead in his voice.

She stared at him. Another kiss? Was she willing to have another kiss with him just so that she could get to kiss Tristan? Was it that or did she just want to kiss him again? She then realized that this was the first kiss she initiated with him…if she kissed him again, it would probably be meaningful…not like the last time.

Did she want to? What was she doing?

Tristan glanced at Ginny then to his Father. Something strange was going on. He shrugged, he didn't care, just as long as he had his cocoa with him, everything would be fine.

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It wouldn't be like the last time…

She remembered, the day she and Draco where at the Ministry, she had discovered Harry in her office and had confessed about what feelings he was harboring towards her. He didn't ask her directly, it was more like a hidden meaning, like you had to read in between the lines, listen to what I'm not saying.

…"I know that you'll never leave or anything, but when I saw Malfoy kissing you, something inside me snapped, I don't know what it was but, I just can't live with the fact it brought back some memories, memories that should have never happened." …

…"I'm jealous that Malfoy will just take you, I can't let that happen, I would never forgive myself! Ginny, you're all that matters to me. I can't afford to lose you again. I made the mistake of not loving you before, I'm not going to make that mistake again, not ever."…

He didn't ask her, but it was there. He had wanted to make it clear to her that he loved her in a special way, the way he loved Cho Chang. He wouldn't look at her as a little sister or one of the boys.

She had told him to wait…

Why?

Why did she tell him to wait? Was it because of Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin slime, the ultimate git and prat that ever walked to planet?

Why wait?

            Why consider Draco?
            Did he really affect her that much?

She couldn't really think at the moment because Harry's face was just hovering inches away from hers.

The rain had made the atmosphere somewhat darker and cold.

Making it harder for her to discern what was really in Harry's already dark emerald eyes, which were so intent upon her. His dark hair was strew across his eyes and face, making it all the more hard to read him.

Did she really want this?

Oh…

But she had to try; it wasn't like she and Harry were really together…

...It wasn't as if she and Draco were together…

She couldn't react fast enough; his lips were ravaging hers, his hands on her neck, pulling her closer to him so that he had more access to her lips and body.

Oh, no! It's happening again. It's just like before…even Tristan is here…Oh Gods, no! Don't do this to me…if you really wanted to kiss me…don't let it be like this…

His hand was on top of her blouse, fingering the string there that bound the opening. Her body tensed, waiting for his fingers to pull them open.

She was confused, her body was less tense now and his hand took its place on the crook of her back, massaging her there gently.

Did her feel her tense up? Did he know what he was doing? If he knew, then she probably wouldn't have to worry…but just in case, she had to keep her guard up.

She gasped as his tongue probed its between her lips, flicking at her own, as if asking her to dance with him. When she gasped, he took this opportunity to kiss her deeper, crushing her against him, making her unable to breathe.

She wouldn't fight, just as long as she knew she wasn't in any real danger. What could he do? Tristan was just in front of them, he could be watching right now…

Tristan!

Ginny pulled away, her face burning hot as she glanced at Tristan to see if he was watching.

He wasn't. He was busy dipping extra marshmallows into his cocoa.

She felt a hand on her arm, equally hot as her face. "Ginny,"

She focused on those green orbs, which seemed to float in front of her.

"Ginny, I'm sorry," Harry whispered. "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean for it to go this far…I was just planning it to be simple, chaste, but with meaning…it seems that I did it again…"

"Harry, no." Ginny covered his hand with hers.

He looked a little surprised, like a child expecting to be punished but instead got let off easy.

"Actually, I thought that you were about to go into that state again, but then you had control of yourself, it just so happened that I remembered Tristan in time…" Ginny glanced again at Tristan, who didn't really seemed to mind them at all.

Harry looked down.

Ginny bit her lower lip, tasting Harry on her. It wasn't that bad. It was just another surprise.

"I don't want to be kissed by your or Papa!" Tristan spoke up finally.

"What? Why?" Ginny whirled around to face the boy.

"Being kissed by Papa is scary! It looked grosser than the people I saw on the street!" he cried out. "I think kissing should be stopped! It should be against the law!" Tristan banged his mug on the table hard, but not hard enough to break it.

Ginny smiled ruefully.

"Does this mean I cant even kiss my own son?" Harry asked his son.

Tristan looked thoughtful. "Just don't kiss me like how you kissed her!" he pointed at Ginny, screwing his face up.

Ginny let out a laugh. "So why can your father kiss you and not me?"

"Because!" Tristan said with finality.

She shrugged and took a seat beside him to finish her cocoa.

They all lapsed into silence once again.

It was a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't that bad either.

She looked at Tristan from the side of her eyes. He was still mashing down the marshmallows into his mug and he looked determined to make sure that none of the marshmallows survived.

She leaned over and placed a long sound kiss on his cheek and pulled back grinning like a fool. "Hah! Got you!"

Tristan was not happy. He was screaming defiance and waving his arms around like a madman.

Harry burst out laughing.

"AHHHHH! Papa! Did you see what she did? Do something!" Tristan demanded of his father.

Harry just kept on laughing, wiping the forming tears in his eyes.

"If I had a wand, I'd do something awful to you!" Tristan glared at her.

Ginny shook her head. "You wont be able to have your own wand until your reach eleven! That's like what? Eight more years?" Ginny laughed harder.

Tristan crossed his arms over his chest and glared at both of the grownups and shook his head. Grownups, you can never understand them.

He went back to his drenched marshmallows.

I know she would be a great mama…if she wanted to become my mama…

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Draco glanced at his wand, which was laying on the table beside him. It was cold and dark. He was alone in his room, the curtains drawn shut and the air still.

He sat in his armchair. His fingers forming a steeple in front of his face. He was leaning slightly forward, his legs apart to brace his form.
Before him was the fireplace, cold and unlit.

Nothing could be heard except for the ticking of a clock, like Death's clock counting the seconds to your death. It would sound ominous to some people, but to Draco, it didn't make much of a difference.

He collapsed into the chair, his arms splayed on the arms, the fingers of his left hand gripping the material of the chair. His other hand went to cover his face.

His head was bowed down, his hair falling into his face.

He felt a wind stir around him.

He heard the sound of wind rushing.

He didn't move.

Whatever it was…whoever it was…what it wants with him wasn't his problem…

Lethargic as he was now, he didn't have it in him to move a muscle even to protect himself.

The figure stopped its taunt of scaring the man.

The figure frowned.

Why wasn't he scared?
Why wasn't he moving?

The Deatheater stepped closer to the man and suppressed a laugh.

He was so depressed and for what reason, the Deatheater might know.

Depressed because of the past and because of his present situation.

It was laughable.

To think that a Malfoy would be reduced to this.

Well, the Deatheater would leave him for this time.

It wasn't as fun if his victim was going to fight back.

Draco didn't notice when the wind stopped, even if he did, he wouldn't have cared.

He reached out for his wand. His wand was cold and shook in his hand, happy that it's master was now holding it.

"Incendio," he uttered plainly as he pointed his wand towards the fireplace.

Fires leaped out from the tip of his wand to hit the wood prepared in the fireplace. Immediately, the fire roared and started licking at the wood hungrily.

Once again, he leaned back against the plush cushion of his chair, his wand still in his hand. He lifted his wand, slowly turning it in his hand.

What did he have?

Was this the ultimate loneliness?

Did he have anything or anyone to be with?
Someone to talk to him or hold him?

To hold him forever?

Even five minutes would have been enough…just as long as he knew that someone was there for him.

But where to find that someone?

It would be hard to find that someone who would understand you completely.

He remembered the darkness, but this darkness was comforting.

A warm glowing red light.

He felt as if he knew that light forever.

That light was the one he was destined to be with forever.

That light was the one who understood him completely.

How could he get back there?

He wanted to be held by that light…whoever that light was.

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Ginny felt something tug at her chest, it was almost painful, but not the kind of pain that came from beating up. This pain was something different. It refused to let go of her until she would probably do something about it. It was like a hole being formed in her chest, a finger swirling the darkness, making it bigger and bigger to consume her.

Someone was calling her…

Desperate…

Lonely…

I…

Need…

You…

Where…

Are…

You…

Please…

She bit her lip, tasting blood, preventing the scream from erupting from her mouth.

Someone was calling her.

He couldn't wait…he was so lonely…

She felt her body growing weak as she felt her body meet the plush carpet, the darkness started to come over her, she didn't fight it.

It felt familiar.

She welcomed it.

She wondered when the darkness was going to consume her again…

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He wandered in the darkness.

He was here, but where was she?
Why was he alone…even in here he was alone…

He cried out as he collapsed.

Light started creeping up around him.

No, no…I don't want to go yet…I want to wait for her…please…don't take me…I want to wait for her…please…please…

The light was already to his waist, slowly devouring his hands, wishing to pull him back into reality.

A fire emerged from the darkness to the other side of the light. The fire grew twice its size and charged at the light, driving it away from him.

When she had vanquished the light, she held him close to her.

He was shaking as he wrapped his arms around her, crying unto her as his cries echoed throughout the realm.

She pressed her lips to his head and held him closer to her.

She knew him as a strong soul, but what had happened now?

He was like a child now, lost and afraid, a nightmare constantly chasing him.

He couldn't see her face; she was just as before, a bright glowing ember protecting him from his nightmares.

It was always like this, he couldn't see her face, just as she couldn't see his.

When would they ever glimpse each other?

But it didn't really matter to him now, he had her, he was closer to her now than ever.

He was just probably hallucinating, but was he closer than ever to guessing this puzzle?

He sighed as she placed another kiss to his head, resting her cheek against his hair.

At the moment, he was content.

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Oh God! They're getting closer to us! Getting closer to joining with us! She cried out happily as she hugged her lover. It wont be long now. Your Reality just needs some more prodding…maybe a little bit more pain so that my Reality and yours would join more often…did I just say that? It sounded kind of disgusting!

He shook his head and sighed, but he smiled in spite of himself. Yes, he knew that both their realities were getting closer to this realm. He didn't understand it quite fully, but somehow they would both know what was really happening.

Hello there! I'm glad to see that you're making some progress. Apollo's voice greeted them in the usually cheery manner. Now, ask me your questions, I know you have a lot that you want answered.

How did you know that we had questions? He scowled at the God.

Of course I would know. I'm the god of this realm, aren't it? Apollo didn't seem to mind the scowl.

Can you please explain how our realities met up here, but they weren't really us? I mean, we knew that they were here, but shouldn't it be that whenever our realities are in this sort of situation, normally we would be playing it out? Why weren't we playing it out then? Why were we just watching? She sounded confused, but she said it all in one breath, obviously wanting the answer that she longed for.

Well, it's like this: His reality wanted so bad to be with someone who would take care of him, to be with him, in your case, you. He pointed at her. From a far, your reality heard his cry and came to him. But, since your reality willed it to happen, both your realities were in this realm with their own wills and consciousnesses. They will remember just a bit of what happened when they'll wake up. Yes, I did tell you that the more both of you come here, the easier and faster it would be for your realities to join with both of you in this realm. At the moment, you still see each other as lights, like souls, but once your realities really get a hold of themselves, then you would be able to finally see each other clearly, though you will steal have that outer glow and a small spec of it inside. He tapped his chest. Just think, I would have never dreamed that his reality would be in this awful, deprived condition to will this to happen. It's simply implausible! Never in my entire immortal life have I witnessed such a thing. You're working ahead of schedule, not that I'm complaining, oh! But it's just so wonderful! With that, the God disappeared, his tickled voice still echoing in their midst.

They both looked at each other. They knew what was going on.

They were delighted with the answer that Apollo gave them, but now, there was one other thing on their minds:

What could have caused his Reality to call out to her? Was is that bad? Was it HER?

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Draco found him sprawled in front of the fireplace, the embers slowly dying and fading. It was starting to get cold again.

He continued to stay sprawled. He didn't have the energy to move himself.

He was so drained for some reason…

He knew that he blacked out and before that he was thinking about a person…

Someone that he would be with forever. He was pretty desperate and lonely at that time.

When he was consumed by darkness, all he could remember was her.

He had found her and she was holding him.

He clenched his hands and let go slightly, his hands forming claws.

Why did he have to come back now? He could have stayed with her!

But no matter, he was sure he could get back to her, he wasn't sure how, but he knew that he would find a way, even if it kills him.

The fire died out, but he didn't care. He was warm.

For the first time, he wasn't as lonely as before…

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Ginny groaned as she pushed herself from the floor. Her arms were shaking as she got off of the floor. She held up her hands, they too were shaking.

She felt lightheaded and weak.

It was like she was drained.

But what drained her?
She couldn't remember anything that could've drained her.

Then she remembered with a start that someone was calling out to her. The voice was despairing, losing hope and lonely. She couldn't just leave him like that and she willingly went into the darkness.

The only thing she did remember was a bright light and a body shuddering in her arms, crying and crying and crying…

What did all this mean?

When she was holding that body, she felt complete.

She felt his despair. It was awful.

She didn't like it, didn't like the fact that who she held was experiencing so much pain and that she couldn't do anything about it but hold him in her arms.

She wished that she could have helped him, even just a little bit…

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She had helped him then, even just for a while, she did.