Summary: D/G FOREVER!
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Ginny wandered down the streets in thought, people brushed past her but she barely noticed, her mind on other matters.
She'd been waiting for him when he returned, when she asked him had he found it, the prophecy, he replied in the negative. Then they were silent for a while, an uncomfortable waiting until he could tell her what happened, his father had locked and sealed the Gringotts vault and money was quickly dwindling, worse news was to come, he'd seen, or thought he'd seen; shadows, lurking where they shouldn't be, perhaps they were growing paranoid but it felt like they were being watched. In confusion she had asked why, why the Death Eaters were bothered with them. He hadn't answered, his head buried in his hands, dejected.
She pulled her coat closer to her as it began to rain; twilight had come and passed while she walked around and around, it was time for her to go back she knew, though she didn't have a watch. She turned around the corner; the street she now entered was utterly deserted, which was odd. It was an avenue similar to Diagon Alley, accessible only to wizarding kind, but as oppose to shops, this street was home to families. Except at the moment there were no children playing, had she really be gone that long? Was it near midnight? She tensed as all went dark, her eyes, which had gotten used to the artificial orange glow from the streetlights, could barely see an inch in front of her. She felt that dread; there was a tinge of it in the air, an abnormal, could it be described as metallic, almost? It was the taint of the Dark Arts; nightmares still haunted her from first year to such an extent that she could recognize it immediately.
There was a flicker of light. Several figures shrouded in black stepped out. One pushed back his hood; the light from his wand highlighted his silver eyes glittering in menace. "Hello little girl, you may remember me, now, lets here you scream."
Her eyes widened in shock.
* *
Draco felt a sense of unease as he waited for Ginny to return. It intensified as the dim light from outside extinguished. Curiously he peeked out of the window. And his heart stopped. There was Ginny; her face was frightened and pale as she bit her lip to stop her scream. There was his father, a malicious smirk on his face. And there was the utter certainty of what would happen. He found himself struggling with his emotions, willing himself to think rationally, logically. But his heart cast the ruling vote as he grabbed his wand and flung the door open thinking, 'I'm just like a Gryffindor, but they better not hurt her.'
He heard the first scream as he ran over to the stairs.
Several of the Death Eaters, his father's. associates stopped him, ropes coiled around his wrists; he was brought to his knees despite his struggles.
But what was more painful were her cries, cries of a heart wrenching pain. He knew that she would, if she knew he could hear her, have stayed silent to prevent any hurt to him; that was agonising as well. It was almost a relief when they Stupified him, the unconsciousness relieved his fears.
**
He came around slowly. No one had Eneverated him. It was still night, though a trace of dawn could be spotted through the window, in the East, which meant he knew where he was. He could hear conversation, and he recognised the voices. Propping himself against the wall he waited for them.
" I hesitate to allow you to go in yourself."
"What? Can I not handle my own son, unarmed as he is?" In reply there came an indistinct mumble.
The cell door swung open, Lucius Malfoy entered, standing tall and commanding. Pacing the floor he gave Draco a look of uttermost contempt, the kind usually reserved for Muggles or Muggle-Borns. " It appears, Draco, that you Have damaged the family name."
Draco didn't even look at him. He continued on heedless.
"You slighted the." He stopped Draco was advancing with something in his hand, the dawn light glimmered along it's edge.
"I think, father, that there's something you deserve."
Draco left the cell. Lucius didn't have a chance.
When they checked in the cell later on, the body wasn't even recognisable.
"They will all pay."
A/N, review? S'il vous plait? Bitte? Le do thoile? Please? Pour Favor?
Ginny wandered down the streets in thought, people brushed past her but she barely noticed, her mind on other matters.
She'd been waiting for him when he returned, when she asked him had he found it, the prophecy, he replied in the negative. Then they were silent for a while, an uncomfortable waiting until he could tell her what happened, his father had locked and sealed the Gringotts vault and money was quickly dwindling, worse news was to come, he'd seen, or thought he'd seen; shadows, lurking where they shouldn't be, perhaps they were growing paranoid but it felt like they were being watched. In confusion she had asked why, why the Death Eaters were bothered with them. He hadn't answered, his head buried in his hands, dejected.
She pulled her coat closer to her as it began to rain; twilight had come and passed while she walked around and around, it was time for her to go back she knew, though she didn't have a watch. She turned around the corner; the street she now entered was utterly deserted, which was odd. It was an avenue similar to Diagon Alley, accessible only to wizarding kind, but as oppose to shops, this street was home to families. Except at the moment there were no children playing, had she really be gone that long? Was it near midnight? She tensed as all went dark, her eyes, which had gotten used to the artificial orange glow from the streetlights, could barely see an inch in front of her. She felt that dread; there was a tinge of it in the air, an abnormal, could it be described as metallic, almost? It was the taint of the Dark Arts; nightmares still haunted her from first year to such an extent that she could recognize it immediately.
There was a flicker of light. Several figures shrouded in black stepped out. One pushed back his hood; the light from his wand highlighted his silver eyes glittering in menace. "Hello little girl, you may remember me, now, lets here you scream."
Her eyes widened in shock.
* *
Draco felt a sense of unease as he waited for Ginny to return. It intensified as the dim light from outside extinguished. Curiously he peeked out of the window. And his heart stopped. There was Ginny; her face was frightened and pale as she bit her lip to stop her scream. There was his father, a malicious smirk on his face. And there was the utter certainty of what would happen. He found himself struggling with his emotions, willing himself to think rationally, logically. But his heart cast the ruling vote as he grabbed his wand and flung the door open thinking, 'I'm just like a Gryffindor, but they better not hurt her.'
He heard the first scream as he ran over to the stairs.
Several of the Death Eaters, his father's. associates stopped him, ropes coiled around his wrists; he was brought to his knees despite his struggles.
But what was more painful were her cries, cries of a heart wrenching pain. He knew that she would, if she knew he could hear her, have stayed silent to prevent any hurt to him; that was agonising as well. It was almost a relief when they Stupified him, the unconsciousness relieved his fears.
**
He came around slowly. No one had Eneverated him. It was still night, though a trace of dawn could be spotted through the window, in the East, which meant he knew where he was. He could hear conversation, and he recognised the voices. Propping himself against the wall he waited for them.
" I hesitate to allow you to go in yourself."
"What? Can I not handle my own son, unarmed as he is?" In reply there came an indistinct mumble.
The cell door swung open, Lucius Malfoy entered, standing tall and commanding. Pacing the floor he gave Draco a look of uttermost contempt, the kind usually reserved for Muggles or Muggle-Borns. " It appears, Draco, that you Have damaged the family name."
Draco didn't even look at him. He continued on heedless.
"You slighted the." He stopped Draco was advancing with something in his hand, the dawn light glimmered along it's edge.
"I think, father, that there's something you deserve."
Draco left the cell. Lucius didn't have a chance.
When they checked in the cell later on, the body wasn't even recognisable.
"They will all pay."
A/N, review? S'il vous plait? Bitte? Le do thoile? Please? Pour Favor?