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Lucius swept into his son's room with a flourish. "How dare you disobey me so blatantly?" He hissed at his son. Draco stood from his bed and was struck down by his father's cane, steel-grey eyes staring into one another's, Lucius just daring Draco to oppose him.
Draco said nothing, and stared up at Lucius with empty eyes. This only infuriated the older man and he growled, pulling back. "Stand up you ungrateful wretch." He hissed. Draco did so, his eyes staring emptily at his father. "After all I have done for you.."
"No.." Draco interrupted. "You haven't done anything *for* me, Father. You've only done things *to* me." He said in a toneless voice. Lucius straightened and hit him with Cruciatus so many times, Draco was within inches of death's hold. Lucius stared down at the writhing boy on the floor and sneered. "Tonight you meet the Dark Lord. See what he makes of you, you sniveling brat." He turned on his heel and walked out of the room, and up to his quarters.
Draco lay on the floor, for how long, he wasn't sure. When he looked up, the sky was dark. He painfully pushed himself up and used a spell his mother had tought him to lessen the effects of Crucio, which had been used on him many times in his childhood. He decided to chance going to her, if only to seek comfort from her sleeping prescence. But when he got there, he was surprised to see her sitting up and awake, staring out the window at the falling snow.
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"Hey Ron." Came a small voice. All heads turned towards the big hospital bed in amazement. "Why do you all look like someone died?" Came the small voice, accompanied by a weak little laugh.
"GINNY!" A chorus of voices exclaimed and they all crowded around her bed. Molly was crying, heavily leaning against Arthur in relief. Pomfrey shushed them all and ushered all of them outside while she tended to Ginny, awake for the first time in months.
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There had been much fuss over Ginny all day. She felt very sore in many places, and she knew she had been raped. By whom, she had no idea. She refused to take a potion to sleep that night, and spent hours staring out the window, wondering what was going to happen to her.
She heard the door open and turned, expecting to see Harry or Ron come in, but the flash of silver-blonde caught her quite by surprise and her smile wilted as she stared upon the boy. 'What could he possibly want?' She thought to herself and continued to watch him.
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Draco saw her watching him, her dark eyes staring into his as they had the other night, and he felt his heart tighten at the sight. He strode over to her, hiding his pain and guilt. "I hear you have gotten better, Weaslette." He sneered as he walked up to her bedside.
"Yes. I expect to be well enough soon." She stated simply. She caught the look in his eyes and a look of compassion came over her pale, drawn face. "What's wrong?"
Draco could hear the sympathy in her voice and frowned deeply, his grey eyes boring into hers. "I don't deserve sympathy, especially not from you." He said and turned from her, walking to the window and staring out into the snow. Snow would always remind him of Ginny, no matter how many years would pass.
"Everyone deserves a little compassion and trust." She said quietly, watching him from the bed. He turned to face her, his eyes dark and haunted, catching her by surprise and she placed her small hand over her heart. She pat the bed gently, moving over to make room for him to sit. Ginny had always had a big heart, and even as weak and as much pain as she was in, she found room to take him in and help in any way she could.
Draco went to her and sat beside her. He allowed her to pull him down so that his head was resting in her lap, her small hands tracing small circles over his back. "Tell me what's troubling you." She requested softly. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax to her calming touch.
"I'm so sorry.." He whispered, making her frown.
"About what?" She continued to make small circles over his back. Draco suddenly pulled up and away from her warm touch, his heart aching at the look on her face. He shook his head and walked out, ignoring her words to try and bring him back. He didn't deserve to be forgiven. He walked to his room and was met with the angry face of his father. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Please review!
Lucius swept into his son's room with a flourish. "How dare you disobey me so blatantly?" He hissed at his son. Draco stood from his bed and was struck down by his father's cane, steel-grey eyes staring into one another's, Lucius just daring Draco to oppose him.
Draco said nothing, and stared up at Lucius with empty eyes. This only infuriated the older man and he growled, pulling back. "Stand up you ungrateful wretch." He hissed. Draco did so, his eyes staring emptily at his father. "After all I have done for you.."
"No.." Draco interrupted. "You haven't done anything *for* me, Father. You've only done things *to* me." He said in a toneless voice. Lucius straightened and hit him with Cruciatus so many times, Draco was within inches of death's hold. Lucius stared down at the writhing boy on the floor and sneered. "Tonight you meet the Dark Lord. See what he makes of you, you sniveling brat." He turned on his heel and walked out of the room, and up to his quarters.
Draco lay on the floor, for how long, he wasn't sure. When he looked up, the sky was dark. He painfully pushed himself up and used a spell his mother had tought him to lessen the effects of Crucio, which had been used on him many times in his childhood. He decided to chance going to her, if only to seek comfort from her sleeping prescence. But when he got there, he was surprised to see her sitting up and awake, staring out the window at the falling snow.
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"Hey Ron." Came a small voice. All heads turned towards the big hospital bed in amazement. "Why do you all look like someone died?" Came the small voice, accompanied by a weak little laugh.
"GINNY!" A chorus of voices exclaimed and they all crowded around her bed. Molly was crying, heavily leaning against Arthur in relief. Pomfrey shushed them all and ushered all of them outside while she tended to Ginny, awake for the first time in months.
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There had been much fuss over Ginny all day. She felt very sore in many places, and she knew she had been raped. By whom, she had no idea. She refused to take a potion to sleep that night, and spent hours staring out the window, wondering what was going to happen to her.
She heard the door open and turned, expecting to see Harry or Ron come in, but the flash of silver-blonde caught her quite by surprise and her smile wilted as she stared upon the boy. 'What could he possibly want?' She thought to herself and continued to watch him.
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Draco saw her watching him, her dark eyes staring into his as they had the other night, and he felt his heart tighten at the sight. He strode over to her, hiding his pain and guilt. "I hear you have gotten better, Weaslette." He sneered as he walked up to her bedside.
"Yes. I expect to be well enough soon." She stated simply. She caught the look in his eyes and a look of compassion came over her pale, drawn face. "What's wrong?"
Draco could hear the sympathy in her voice and frowned deeply, his grey eyes boring into hers. "I don't deserve sympathy, especially not from you." He said and turned from her, walking to the window and staring out into the snow. Snow would always remind him of Ginny, no matter how many years would pass.
"Everyone deserves a little compassion and trust." She said quietly, watching him from the bed. He turned to face her, his eyes dark and haunted, catching her by surprise and she placed her small hand over her heart. She pat the bed gently, moving over to make room for him to sit. Ginny had always had a big heart, and even as weak and as much pain as she was in, she found room to take him in and help in any way she could.
Draco went to her and sat beside her. He allowed her to pull him down so that his head was resting in her lap, her small hands tracing small circles over his back. "Tell me what's troubling you." She requested softly. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax to her calming touch.
"I'm so sorry.." He whispered, making her frown.
"About what?" She continued to make small circles over his back. Draco suddenly pulled up and away from her warm touch, his heart aching at the look on her face. He shook his head and walked out, ignoring her words to try and bring him back. He didn't deserve to be forgiven. He walked to his room and was met with the angry face of his father. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Please review!