A/N: Hi hi all! This is my first attempt at a fic in the Harry Potter world, and it's going to be a D/G one, folks. This is my 2nd fanfic, and I'm fourteen, so have some tolerance for whatever mistakes I might make. Tell me, though, so I can save all your criticism for future reference. ^-^ R&R, and enjoy!
A/N Updated: Hey, it's now July 22, 2003. I originally published this in March, but after reading OotP, I decided to stay with the canon. I don't really care either way, but I loved some of the ideas that Rowling put into word in the book. So, if you've already read this chapter before, you don't need to skim through it again. All I did was a write a bit about Ginny's fourth year at Hogwarts, removed mentions of the dead person, and fixed some ages. However, do look at the bottom a/n, for I wrote about what the Lost Forest was. Which I forgot to do before.
Warning: OotP spoilers! I have revised this story to stay with the current canon!
Disclaimer: Alright, let's make this clear – I don't own the Harry Potter World or any of its inhabitants, the 'wizarding' world, Hogwarts, or any other characters. They all belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers – and all credit goes to Rowling. The only things I have rights over is the plot. (And most of the little poems here and there unless I say otherwise.) Don't sue, I'm just a really broke young teen whose money goes 'lost'. -_-;;;
Title: Sharing Frozen Kisses
Author: Moi, Canadienne Renegade.
Rating: PG for cursing, it will go up higher soon for death, and violence. This fic might have character death in the future, so be warned.
Genre: Well, lots of action and adventure, some angst and romance as the side dish. ^_~ Drama too, and possibly some supernatural (what isn't in the HP universe,) later on.
Characters: Ginny, Draco, Tom Riddle, Voldemort, Ron, Hermione, Harry (the latter three aren't THAT huge until later on in the fic)
Summary:
Love has the weirdest ways... Ginny realises she is in love with the most unlikely man - Riddle – and to gain his love, she will use any means available. Even if that means befriending Draco Malfoy and learning the Dark Arts...
Btw: Many thanks to Elentari for helping out with the summary… ah, I feel bad, I gave her the hard job…yes, the summary is written by her… and she kept on asking me whether or not I had posted this fic… so, due to her encouraging, it's up here… thankie darling! ^-^
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"Beautiful Stranger", Madonna
Haven't we met
You're some kind of beautiful stranger
You could be good for me
I've had the taste for danger
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Heaven forbid
I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger
I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You're the devil in disguise
That's why I'm singing this song
To know you is to love you
You're everywhere I go
And everybody knows
To love you is to be part of you
I've paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride
Da-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dum
Beautiful stranger
Da-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dum
Beautiful stranger
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Haven't you heard
I fell in love with a beautiful stranger
I looked into your face
My heart was dancing all over the place
I'd like to change my point of view
If I could just forget about you
I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You're the devil in disguise
That's why I'm singing this song to you
I've paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride
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'Virginie,' Tom wrote. 'You look beautiful.'
'But you can't even see me,' Ginny protested, scribbling, though a light blush was evident on her cheeks.
'I don't need to see you to know you're beautiful, Virginie.' She loved the way he wrote her name, so elegant, so sleek, and so sophisticated. When she had first started writing to him, she told him her name was Virginia. He started calling her Virginie, and when she complained, he had told her it was nonsense, French was a beautiful language, created for beautiful women. She hadn't said no to anything he wrote since.
'I want you to have fun at the ball tonight, Virginie.' Tom began. 'You don't need to be with Harry to have fun. Go with Neville – I'm sure you'll have a good time,'
'Thanks,' she wrote, a smile creeping upon her small, delicately boned face. 'I needed that.'
'That's what I'm here for.'
@----~*~----@
That was the first time she had dreamt of him. On the eve of the Yule Ball.
The nights before the Yule Ball, she had been anxious, craving Harry's attention. But he never even glanced her away; let alone ask her. Finally when she lost hope, Neville had asked her. She agreed readily, hoping that Harry would see her, looking radiant, and would ask her to dance.
'Look radiant,' she snorted. She had owled her mother, begging her for money for a brand new dress. Instead, her mother wrote back:
Dearest Gin,
Ginny darling, I know it's your first ball, but at out of all morality honey, It wouldn't be fair if I'd given you something new; when it was Ron's first as well. You know your father works hard, trying to earn the best he can so your lives can be a little bit easier. It doesn't help with Lucius around, either. Please try to be respectful of your fathers' effort; he does best to do what he can, and do it well.
Love,
Your Mother, Molly Weasely.
So, she had gone to the ball alright – looking pitiful and thin. Her mother had sent her a package only a few days later, containing a rough hand-me-down dress robe for the ball.
And Harry did look at her. With pity. She looked miserable, and she knew it – then he came waltzing along, with Parvati in tow, offering her a small, sympathetic smile.
She hated it. She hated the way people looked at her hair first; and from then on treating her with commiseration. No one dared ever mention money in front of her, oh no, cute little Ginny's feelings would be hurt.
And of course, other things made her night terrible. Her feet had swollen up the next day; like someone had cast the Enlargement charm on them. When in fact, it was almost as bad - Neville didn't know how to bloody dance! Stepping on her feet left and right - it had been hell!
Her night only got worse as it wore on. When she finally couldn't take it all, she excused herself, and ran away from it all - to the nearest empty classroom.
Sitting on top of an empty desk, she bawled for an hour on end.
And that went against the first thing Tom had taught her - she gave into her weakness. He told her, repeatedly, giving into your weakness was the last thing you wanted to do. If he were still alive, she knew he would've been disappointed.
Then. As she was blew her nose into her tissue, her eyes all red and swollen, her nose stuffy, and her hair a mess, Malfoy had walked in. He took one look at her, then immediately turned around.
Only to return 5 minutes later with all his Slytherin friends. They shoved her, laughed at her, making her fall.
'I'm surprised - Potter wasn't as stupid as going to the ball as you!'
'Yeah,' someone had agreed. 'You'd be the last resort date!'
'Nice robes!' they jeered at her.
'Where'd you get that piece of shit? Hand me downs from the last millennium?'
On and on they went, relentlessly, casting spells her way, tripping charms, body binds, itching hexes, everything. She was so stupid; forgetting her wand in her cloak - which was in the dormitory.
That would be the last time anyone made a fool out of her; she vowed to herself. From then on, she 'perfected' the art of being ignored. Being as scarce as possible, small and as invisible as she could've been without an Invisibility Cloak.
Of course, her next year, her 4th, had been much better. It was kind of bad at first – they had to spend their summer in the Black House. It wasn't exactly what you'd call a vacationing home. However, it was exciting to be staying at the HQ of the Order of the Phoenix. And, in the end, it was even sort of fun.
So, by the time school had begun, she had thought that things were looking up. She was mistaken. Umbridge happened. That stupid woman and her 'hem, hem'. When she came, everything came crashing down. She tried suppress anything the students or Dumbledore an the staff did.
Hermione, fed up, came up with the brilliant idea of the Defense Association a.k.a. Dumbledore's Army. It was an absolutely smashing idea. There, the most unlikely people had been able to struggle to the top and shine for what they were truly capable of. Take, for example, herself, Neville, the Creevey brothers, and even snobby Zacharias Smith. Even timid Hannah Abbot and oddball Luna Lovegood.
She had even fought in the battle of the year – at the Department of Mysteries. Her fellow comrades were Neville, Luna, Harry, Ron & Hermione. She had proven herself, and most people could recognize her and her name for her fighting.
She owed it to Harry. He was a wonderful teacher; but he irritated her to no end. He always got sulky about Voldemort sort-of-possesing him. And when she tried to make him feel better about it, he brushed her off constantly. Then he would grow silent when he realized that she had been possessed by the Dark Lord too, but to an even worse degree. They always underestimated her, and didn't appreciate her enough.
Ever since that first time, she had dreamt of writing to Tom almost every other night. No matter how much she feared & loathed him. She detested him so much - and yet, in her dreams, he pushed her along, gave her helpful advice; he was the one wall that Ginny could lean upon without worrying that it'd crumble and fall. All the whilst cursing herself for being lured into his 'trap' all over again.
"You sure you're alright honey?" a voice woke her out of her reverie.
And without thinking properly, she immediately replied, smiling, "Don't worry about me, Tom. I'm fine,"
Everything around her went silent.
'Shit, shit, shit!' she swore to herself.
She straightened in her seat, and looked her mother in the eye.
She was growing old, Ginny noticed with a sad smile. She was still the plump loving woman with the wicked temper – but she got sick much more often, and her hearts' condition was rapidly deteriorating. Molly's hair was thin now, sometimes locks would just fall out. She held her hair up in a small, pitiful-looking bun.
"Sorry mum," Ginny began. "I was just thinking about a dream I had last night –" she noticed with a grim smile that a horrified look passed over her mum's features. "Tom Mangarie – he's from Hufflepuff – had asked me the same question." All the tension visibly went out of her mother's system; she sagged in relief.
Ron grinned, lifting a hand up to remove the stray hair. "Ah, thinking about a boy now are we, dear sister?" He was as dangly as ever, though he had 'filled out' more. Now 5'11, he towered over Harry and Hermione.
She rolled her eyes. "Shut UP Ron! He's like two years younger than me!"
"Two years younger than you, eh?" Fred smirked, prancing into the kitchen with George.
"You little petifile!" George cried in mock horror. Over the summer George and Fred had changed, and most of Fred's freckles had paled, where as George's only got brighter. Fred was 6'3, very long and slender. Ron always picked on Fred; saying how he could easily pass as a female model. George on the other hand, was 6'1, and had an extremely athletic build, closely resembling Charlie. The boys had bought a flat near their shop, but they still spent half their time at The Burrow (Mum thought the flat was their own private laboratory that she couldn't barge into).
"Morning everyone!" Arthur Weasely yelled over all the bickering. "We're picking up Harry today aren't we Molly?" he inquired, grinning. "I'm absolutely fascinated by this wonderful invention Muggles have, the Meckrowave! Been studying it recently. Thought I'd ask him about it."
Silently, Ginny gritted her teeth. Her father was getting increasingly annoying because of his love for Muggles. When he wasn't working or on duty for the Order of the Phoenix, he was messing around with Muggle contraptions. Never bothered with his children.
He was pretty much the same, except that due to all the chaos in the Ministry, he was always under a ton of stress, and was now bald. Otherwise, he was still skinny, and still 5'10.
He walked over to Molly, and gave her a small peck on the cheek. "We're going to meet him at the London train station at 3, honey." She replied.
"Gin dear, finish your breakfast. Don't waste your food," her mother ordered.
"Yes mother," she sighed resignedly, still prodding the lump of hash brown with her fork.
"After you're done honey, take a shower and get ready. I've decided on giving Harry a birthday party this year. Poor boy, he's never had a proper one. Anyway, we'll go shopping in Diagon Alley for his birthday presents. Ron, Fred, George darling, give me your list of what you want to give him. Me and Ginny'll buy it for you."
Ginny bit back a grimace and smiled cheerfully. "Great, mum! I've saved up some money, so I was hoping I could buy a new dress robe."
Molly sighed. She looked over at Ginny while mixing some cake batter. "Are you sure you want to waste your money on that? You know, you could buy something more useful. Maybe a better cauldron."
Ginny groaned. "Mu-um. I've been saving for three years now! I'm going to buy a new dress robe or two, and then I'll still have enough money left over to buy a new broomstick." Her last broomstick, the Comet, had been horrible. It jerked violently in midair, and, well, it just wasn't worth riding, really.
Ron immediately perked up more. 'Is that even possible?' Ginny wondered idly. "I'll take you to Quality Quidditch, Gin! There are some excellent brooms out right now. For racing, and for Quidditch. I also heard that there are some out for travel, too. But you won't be needing those. What kind are you looking for?"
Ginny pondered that for a second. "A sort of skinny broom. Yeah, I guess a racing one would be good."
Ron jumped up from his seat and dashed up the stairs. "I've got a couple of catalogues! Here, I'll go find them and after you're ready I can help you choose one," he yelled over his shoulder.
Five sets of rolling eyes were his only response.
"Well," Arthur began. "I've got to go anyway. Short meeting at the Ministry. I'll be back in time to pick Harry up. Bye!" With a twist of his wand, and a soft pop, he was gone.
Pushing back her chair, Ginny got up. "I'm stuffed. I can't eat any more. I think I'll go get ready now, mum."
Her mother looked back at her worriedly, her brow creasing. "You haven't been yourself lately, Gin. You aren't eating much either. Is there anything wrong darling?"
Ginny smiled thinly. "Oh, don't worry, I'm fine. It's just.. I've been having some trouble sleeping lately."
Her mother nodded understandingly. "Oh, you poor dear. I'll brew you up a Sleeping Potion after we get back." Molly turned around and went back to her cake.
That's it? Ginny thought, eyes narrowed. You're that easily convinced that I'm fine?
You don't think it could be anything else? You're a mother! You're supposed to know if there's something wrong with your kids!
Can't you tell that something's wrong? She screamed silently.
You think I'm fine? Do I LOOK fine?
Her mother realized that she was still there, and turned around with a quizzical look on her face. "Is there anything else?"
Ginny sighed and shook her head. Resignedly, she turned and walked up the stairs.
Her mother's voice drifter up to her through all the din of cooking. "Put some make-up on dear. You're looking rather pale."
Ginny snorted sulkily and stomped towards her room.
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"What's eating her?" George wondered aloud in response to Ginny's contemptuous snort.
Seated beside him & eating an apple, Fred shrugged. "She has been looking rather down lately," he agreed.
Their mother shook her head vigorously. "Don't worry boys, there's nothing wrong with her. Probably only girl problems and lack of sleep. Besides, if there was anything wrong, she would have surely come to me by now."
The words were supposed to sound reassuring, but they all wondered the same thing morosely – what if something was wrong and she had purposely not come to them?
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Upstairs, a furious Ginny quietly shut the door after hearing the short conversation.
They don't think highly of me, she thought acidly. By the end of this year, everyone will respect me. Think of me highly. Fear me, she vowed to herself, fear me like they did Tom.
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Draco stifled a yawn as he looked out the window. Boring, he thought to himself.
"This year Draco, I expect much more of you! You cannot just sit idly by and not choose any side! Our Lord grows impatient! Are you listening to me boy? Look at me! Narcissa! What kind of child have you raised! He is not paying attention to me! NARCISSA! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"
Rather painfully, Draco resisted the urge to laugh at his father's antics.
His mother, Narcissa, replied offhandedly, "Of course I'm listening to you. Why wouldn't I? Now come along, Lucius dear, I had a shopping trip planned out for us…" getting up from her stitch work, she grabbed her husband's arm and led him out the door, her grinning at the victory, and him sulking at yet another Extremely Boring Shopping Expedition.
Draco just rolled his eyes and continued staring out the window. This room - his mother's sewing room – was at the back of the Malfoy Manor, so it overlooked the gigantic Quidditch field. The sky was overcast and dreary, and the soft sound of raindrops pit-patted against the window pane. The rain made its way down to the grass, causing it to glisten oddly in the pale grey light of the clouds.
His eyes scanned further into the horizon. The Lost Forest (1) had decided to come back, and all sorts of odd 'things' were glimpsed now and then. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew, almost exactly in the heart of the forest would be a perfectly elliptical lake, tiny ripples spreading across the surface as the many drops hit it.
He sighed resignedly, wishing he was anywhere but here.
Not only was the day bad with his Father yelling at him about not being a Death Eater, but he had to join his parents in… shopping!
He dreaded it. Sure, they had impeccable taste and everything, but still, they were his parents! Draco scrunched his nose distastefully. Who would want to be seen shopping with their parents in their SIXTH year? He was sixteen for crying out loud!
Another sigh escaped his cold lips.
Draco was bored. He was so bored.
Nothing got to him anymore. His father yelled at him, cursed him, it didn't matter anymore. His mother sent him on guilt trips – he simply didn't care.
Besides, Draco was no fool. He knew Voldemort would fall eventually, and his father along with him. He shuddered. There was no way he would be locked up in some prison.
A scowl graced his face. Obviously, he wouldn't even think about joining Dumbledore's ranks. They were… so good. He shook his head. Definitely bad for a Malfoy's reputation. That's why Voldemort hadn't done anything drastic towards Draco, he knew that Draco would rather die a thousand deaths than ally himself with a muggle lover.
However, he thought with a raised eyebrow. Being on the good side did have its advantages. If he 'saved' them all he would be looked upon as a hero. Like Potter. He grimaced. He wasn't envious of Potter – Draco knew he had much more than Potter ever could dream to have. But still if he were a hero, like Potter – a lot of girls would agree to sleeping with him, he thought with a sneer. He would probably even be able to get that Mudblood Granger into bed with him.
Draco frowned. On second thought, I'll leave the 'hero' business to Potter and his crew. Disgusting. He snorted. He couldn't even imagine Granger naked. Pity, too.
His father was a stupid man. There were so many gorgeous Muggles, and he couldn't even bear laying eyes on them because of Lucius – the belief that Muggles were beneath him was so far embedded into him he doubted he could ever even touch a Muggle without throwing up.
He groaned. It sucked. The only 'females' that he was accepted to look at were no females at all – Parkinson, Bullstrode, and others of their sort. Zabini was pretty cute – but she was dating that Bastix kid – a year younger than them too, Draco thought disgustedly.
Not that he couldn't have Zabini if he wanted of course. He looked down at his body draped over the couch. He was probably one of the best-looking of the year. Of course, there was room to improve, but it wasn't as if he was going to hit on anyone older than him. He was lean and wiry – all those Quidditch practices had paid off, thank god. Quite tall for his age too. Only about an inch or so shorter than that annoying Weasely. Taller than Potter though, Draco recognized, with a proud lift of his chin. The only thing he didn't like about himself was his face. He knew it would change more, but, well, it was rather feminine. Finely chiseled nose, a delicate mouth, arched & thin eyebrows; hell, he looked like his mother. He had all her facial features, but his father's hair and eyes. He was grateful for his father's eyes, though. They had confused many – they were impenetrable. Silvery, with a delicate tint of green. I look like the model Slytherin, he thought amusedly. Tall, proud, with just the right colors - silver and green.
Voldemort admired him, he knew. He had the capabilities of being a star Death Eater – one that would have made Salazar Slytherin himself proud. He had mastered all the Unforgivables in his third year – and was much more calm and well-mannered. He knew better than to let those below him get the better of him.
He was smart, too. Not that anyone bothered to notice, he thought disgustedly. All that caught Lucius's eyes was that Granger was still ahead of him. He was close, so close. Only about, what, 2% behind her? But no, that wasn't good enough.
Things like that used to bug him so much. Never displeasing his father – oh no that would be.. 'bad'. He would've done anything for his father. He would've even died for him. He wanted to be his father, even. Now, he couldn't care less what happened to him.
He didn't hate his parents; he just didn't care for them either.
I am evil, Draco supposed. Evil was not Voldemort – 'Voldie' would be upset if one his loyal followers were killed. To Draco, true Evil was not caring – someone dies, what the hell, who cares. Love? It wasn't a necessity. To love was to be weak.
I am no weakling, he thought arrogantly.
"Draco! Are you daydreaming again? How many times I have told you, we cannot be late for shopping!" Narcissa's enraged voice floated down to him.
He sighed, and got up languidly. "Coming mother,"
He snorted. So much for not being a weakling.
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A/N II: Well. Hmm. That was odd. I was reading another fic as I was writing Draco's part, so I really had no idea what I was writing. until I read it over. Good god. it's.. odd. Lucius is OOC.. now now, don't freak out people. My p.o.v. is that Ginny would be furious. I just don't see her that innocent after her encounter with Tom Riddle. And Draco - well, I think Lucius would've done too good a job of raising him - so I see him more on the rebel side. I mean, he's a Malfoy, and he is immensely proud of his heritage - but he is also immensely proud of himself, as well. He has nothing really firm to hold on to - that's why he's got such an 'uncaring' attitude. that's where our darling Ginny comes in. Mwahaha! But seriously guys, notice the genre - NO ROMANCE - I mean, I WILL have romance obviously, but don't expect it for quite a while. The only thing I can say is Ginny leaves - expect a little bit of romance right before that, and quite a few parts where the 'love' is one-sided. Can't tell you anymore or else I'll give away too much. ^-^
Hmm.. what else. well, I've got a lot planned for this story, but I'm the type of girl to write blindly and then make the plot WAY too big. So be patient, I will try to tie up any loose ends I might create.
And.. It took me over a MONTH to write this chapter alone.. *snort* . I really didn't want to write a Harry Potter fic in the first place, but I wrote one for my friends, and one of them convinced me to post SOMETHING Harry potterish up. So, the fic might be slow going, because I have a tendency to write too fast - and because of that, I write slowly. Very slowly. I'll try a two-weekly update if people are interested, though. ^-^
(1) Last thing. The Lost Forest - It's basically what it sounds like – a wandering forest. It goes around the world and picks odd creatures from all over the place. It originally didn't move, and belonged to the Malfoys, but 'someone' cursed them, and now it just leaves all of a sudden. Let's say it has a personality and gets bored. :D
I'll stop babbling now, and let you go to your business. Like, oh, I dunno, reviewing.. :D .. *hint hint* .. Hahahaha. well, that's all for tonight darlings..
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