Author's note: 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.
It had been a month since he had looked into those dark eyes and felt her touch. And yet those eyes haunted him, the warmth of her wrapped him in a dreamy haze still. In truth, it was because of those two things he had fallen.
Fallen for her.
Each morning he woke up and thought, "I don't love her. I'm fine now."
Each day he saw her and thought, "She's too beautiful."
Each night he lay in bed and thought, "Tomorrow, this will be over."
How could a Malfoy earn a Weasley? There was no hope. There was no way. The two couldn't have been any more different than they already were. Her eyes held innocence and hope. His eyes held coldness and a careful shield that wouldn't let a soul see his emotions.
Or so he thought.
+The next week+
Draco looked up at the ceiling in the Great Hall. It was gray, sliced with black like the swirling sky outside. It would rain that day. He had begun eating when his owl arrived with a letter and the usual sweets. Stuffing some sweets into his pockets before Crabbe could get any, he read the envelope. It said not to open it in the Great Hall. Making his excuses, he went to the entrance hall and ripped it open.
Dearest Draco,
How are you? Your father got promoted to Commander of Muggle Torturing. He loves it so. But that's not all! I am helping the Dark Lord with a new plan. I cannot give any information about it, but I need you to find Harry Potter's weaknesses. We shall be rewarded, Draco, for the information. Anyway, I hope good things have been happening to you as well. You get to come home for Christmas in three weeks, correct? We shall all have a Happy Christmas. Remember the family honor.
Mother.
"Malfoy?"
Draco looked up from his mother's swift handwriting. There stood Ginny Weasley, that red hair of hers waved and looking messy in a nice way. His breath caught in his lungs as he looked into those dark brown eyes.
"Weasley."
She glanced around them, then touched his wrist. Immediately she pulled her hand away as if his skin had scorched her. But he hadn't felt her touch…
"Are they healed completely?" she asked in that soft voice of hers.
"They hurt sometimes, like when I write." He replied uneasily, shaken from that touch he had been desiring.
Gently she reached over again and turned his hand over so she could see the places he had slashed so long ago. There were a few short, thin lines of dried blood left.
"This is taking much too long to heal. You shouldn't feel any pain now. You need to show Madam Pomfrey. She can heal this." She said in a tone that Draco hoped was worry.
"Weasley, I think you've forgotten that she would automatically tell Dumbledore."
"Ginny!" said a voice.
She immediately released his wrist and turned, facing her brother who was standing on the stairs with Potter and Granger.
"What in bloody hell were you doing?" he demanded, walking over, his two friends following close behind.
"What are you talking about?" she asked with a bland look upon her pale face.
"I saw you holding his hand! Don't you dare lie to me, Ginny." Screeched Ron, the tips of his ears turning red. Turning to Draco, he screeched even more loudly. "If I ever see you even looking at her again, I swear—"
"Save your breath, Ron." Said Granger, pulling him to the Great Hall.
"I'll deal with you later," he hissed when he was pushed past Draco.
+That Night+
Draco was on Prefect Duty on the first floor when someone pushed him into the room behind them. It was Ron. He locked the door and looked at Draco who was across the room.
"I told you I'd deal with you later." Ron spat.
Draco's hand automatically went to his pocket, feeling around for his wand. It wasn't there. It seemed that the stupid redhead forgot his as well. He lurched across the room and landed a punch on Draco's jaw. Draco kicked back at him as hard as he could. The brawl went on for five minutes when, suddenly, both of the boys flew to different sides on the room. Draco hit the wall and he gasped, sliding down and he started seeing stars while he heard a female voice shouting something that sounded like, 'Get out Ron!'
When his vision was clear he saw a pale, freckled face looking at him. Ginny's face. She gazed into his eyes for a moment before looking at the floor. His breath was stuck in his lungs.
"You're not okay, now are you? Your wrists are bleeding again." At this she touched them with her wand and made them stop bleeding. "I can't do much else…"she said.
"Ron did this?" she asked skeptically.
He sat up and nodded. She touched a bruise on his face, as if she wanted to make she it was real. At this he touched her hand and held it there. Forcing her to meet his eyes. Confusion crossed those innocent dark eyes of hers as he leaned in and kissed her. It was too gentle to be real, too soft from such a supposedly cruel boy.
And yet at the exact moment his lips touched hers the sky outside pitched and rolled, emitting so many vicious rolls of green and silver thunder and lightning that the earth rolled. Rain fell down hard, too hard. And though the couple could not see it, the hourglass in Draco's dormitory began to shudder violently, glowing a blinding green and silver light and letting out a noise of the crying dead.
Salazar's plan had been put into action.
Author's note: I LOVE THIS CHAPTER! Tee hee.