Disclaimer: This story is rated PG-13 for strong language, violence, physical tension, and a very sad scene in the very end of this series. Oh, and by the way, I'm not J.K. Rowling, and I don't own the Harry Potter series. Lots of romance! Comments? IM me at Ripp my Heart OR movie of a dream on AIM.
WARNING: make sure you have read the 3rd chapter! It used to be a dear reader thing but now it is a very very IMPORTANT chapter!
Draco was skipping in a field of flowers… skipping… skipping…skipping?
Draco immediately woke up and was greeted by large brown eyes. And, immediately, he screamed.
"Oh, sorry, Draco. I was trying to wake you up, but you were snoring too loud to hear me!" said Goyle, jumping off the bed.
"Were you planning to wake me up by gazing into my eyes or something?" Draco yelled.
"No, but Pansy said--"
"Whatever Pansy said doesn't mean you have to interrupt my beauty sleep!"
"But she told me to wake you up and give you this!" Goyle bawled, thrusting a piece of parchment at him.
Draco,
I know today is a Hogsmeade day and we were planning to spend the day together, but I can't. Professor Sprout decided that I should serve my detention today, the whole time you all are at Hogsmeade. I'm sorry!
Pansy
Bitterly Draco crumpled up the note and that mechanical smirk appeared on his face.
"Leave me, Goyle."
When he left Draco just sat there and glared at the ceiling. He wanted to be with her so bad… Reluctantly he got up, got dressed, and went to Hogsmeade with the crowd he always went with.
It wasn't until later that he realized Goyle had never come with them.
+After The Hogsmeade Trip+
"Goyle, why weren't you at Hogsmeade?" Draco asked with an accusing stare while taking a seat in the Great Hall.
Goyle just shrugged, his eyebrow twitching the way it always did when there was something bugging him. Draco scanned Goyle more closely. There was something odd on his neck…
"Goyle, why is there a hickey on your neck?" he asked.
Goyle shrugged again, turning pink.
Before Draco could lecture him on the uses of birth control, Crabbe walked over to the table and sat next to Goyle. "Draco, Pansy wants to talk to you. She's in the Transfiguration room waiting for you." He said, starting in on his pork chops. "By the way, nice hickey Goyle."
When Draco got to the Transfiguration room Pansy was waiting patiently on a table. She looked in his eyes and started to speak as soon as he shut the door and sat next to her.
"I have to tell you something."
Draco went forward to give her a kiss, but Pansy turned her face away.
He looked confused.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Draco. You have to understand this. Take it in slowly if you have to. I don't love you…"
He looked at her in shock and disbelief.
"What? We've been together for so long…"
"I know. Maybe that's it. I want to move on. I want something new that I've never felt. You can't give me that anymore, Draco."
Oh, this was a nightmare.
"No one can give you what I have Pansy…"
"Yes, there's one," she said slowly.
"Goyle."
He sat in disbelief. His best friend loves his girlfriend. And she loves him too.
In the part of his mind that wasn't frozen with shock and fear he noticed she was leaving him, shutting the door behind her and leaving him alone in the dark room.
Frantically he looked around. There had to be something, something to take this pain away. He lit his wand and snatched the first thing he could off the teacher's desk, immediately slashing it on his left wrist.
He started to see red. It hurt but it was calming too. 'Again,' said his brain. His hand obeyed, slashing, slashing.
Everything was red. He couldn't be brought back to reality. More pain, more calm. More pain, more calm.
"Fera crier l'aide, Pansy?" he screamed out.
Then suddenly, he felt a cool touch. An innocent touch. One that brought him back. The red slowly faded.
"Il n'a jamais," said a voice.
When he could see again, he looked at his wrists. There were white things, strips of a shirt maybe, wrapped around the wounds. They were stained red from his blood. There was nobody around, but the door was wide open.
Something behind him caught his eye. He reached out. It was a tear shaped sort of jewel. It looked like it had fallen off a chain or something.
Next to it was a long strand of fiery red hair.
+That Night+
Ginny ran from the Transfiguration room. She had to get as far away from there as possible. She had to forget what she had just witnessed. She had to change her shirt before Ron saw that she had ripped it. Abruptly she stopped running and put a jacket over it, then began running again. When she reached the common room Ron called out her name.
"Ginny! What have you been doing?"
"Nothing, Ron, absolutely nothing, so just leave me alone." She said panting as she raced up the stairs.
When she got to the dormitory she shared with the other girls of her year she quickly changed to her nightgown. Then, while she was pulling it over her head, her hand brushed her neck. She didn't feel anything.
Her heart quickening, she pulled her hands through the sleeves then touched her neck again. Nothing was there. No chain. She had lost the Virgin's Tear.
Sobbing, she wrenched the door open and ran down the stairs to the common room.
"Has anybody seen my necklace?" she screamed. In that instant the common room's atmosphere changed from merry to frantic. Nobody wanted her to cry. She was too pure to cry.
"Ginny, we'll ask the headmaster." Said Hermione after several minutes of hunting. "Let's go to sleep."
Still sobbing hysterically, Ginny nodded. When they got to Ginny's dormitory, Ginny threw herself facedown on the bed and sobbed, and Hermione sat next to her, soothing her.
"What if I never find it?" she whispered.
+The next week+
It's not too late to turn back, thought Draco. He couldn't turn back now. He had to face Weasley.
She was standing by the lake, her brother and his friends not too far away. She was pale, but her eyes were red.
"Weasley." He said.
She turned and stared at him. "What?"
Malfoys don't thank Weasleys! He thought furiously.
"Thanks." He blurted, grabbing her hand and dropping the jewel he found into it.
She stared at it for several seconds as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. So many expressions crossed her face. Finally her dark brown eyes looked into his cool green eyes. Then, suddenly, she shrieked (which sounded somewhat like an Indian war cry) and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Thank you so much!" she whispered in his ear. "I thought I'd never find it."
At this he patted her back very uncomfortably, wanting her to let go, or at least the people around them disappear.
"Ginny, what are you doing?" said Ron in disbelief.
Ginny let him go and spun around to look at her brother. "He found my jewel!" And again she looked at it, and something seemed to go through her. She turned around and looked in his eyes, searching for something, perhaps that cold Slytherin misdemeanor he always had. There was nothing. She had torn his shield away.
He rushed away from her as soon as he could, back to the dormitory. Her brown eyes were all that he saw. They haunted him even now. There was something about them, something he had never known….
When he got there was another grain in the hourglass.
Authors Note: I hope you guys liked this chapter! For those of you who don't speak French, Fera crier l'aide means 'Will screaming help?' and l n'a jamais means 'It never has.'
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