Chapter 10:
Thank you everyone for all the great reviews! Ok, now with that said, where were we...
Ginny went up to the hotel suite by herself, since Draco said he had business elsewhere. Instead of taking his 'partner' with him, he suggested she turn in early tonight. The nerve of that man, telling her to go to bed early as if she was an adolescent! Well, he'd just have to deal with they annoyed Ginny for a while. ****************
Draco walked out of one of the pubs, frequently occupied by most of the wizarding folks, confused and pissed off at the same time. He had Blaise meet him there to confirm with this new arrangement including the Caribbean. When Blaise got there, after being forty-five minutes late, he seemed unusually pale, and acted a little different from the cheerful Blaise, Draco knew. Blaise told him in a mutual tone, that the percentage of tourism in the Caribbean increased by over fifteen percent in the last eight days, and w as continuing to increase. Because of this, Draco and his partner were going to have to make a quick detour and head for the Caribbean.
Draco didn't argue because he had to admit he liked the Caribbean Sea and all it had to offer, so he didn't see anything wrong with this until he asked how Lily was doing. He expected Blaise to jump for t he chance to describe his liaison with Lily, instead he looked at Draco in a confused manner, and said that Lily was fine. He then disapparted and left Draco in the state of manner he was currently finding himself in. ********************
Draco walked to the hotel and, instead of heading up to the suite, he headed straight for the bar. For some unusual reason he didn't like the feeling he got from Blaise. He ordered a scotch and sat back to observe his surroundings. The tinkling of glasses and the quiet murmurs of the few people still occupying the chairs that weren't turned up, made up most of the atmosphere. But something just wasn't right... Not knowing what else to do, Draco turned around and went back to his drink, slowly drowning himself in the surrounding alcohol. ************************************** Ginny stepped out of the shower, and grabbed the towel nearest to her. She quickly dried herself off and dressed for bed. Going through all her toiletry rituals, Ginny was finishing off with brushing her hair, when she heard footsteps in the bedroom beyond the bathroom. Draco must have come back early from his 'meeting', so Ginny decided to take twice as long, not wanting to really talk to him. It was only when she heard a crash, that she begun to think that maybe something was wrong. She walked out of the bathroom, while tying to tie her hair up, but the sight of a dark figure rummaging through Draco's desk, while standing in the ransacked room. Ginny sucked in a shocked breath, realizing, too late, that the intruder noticed her. Ginny reached for her wand, but came upon empty pocket, remembering her wand was still in her day clothes, damn it! But that was the least of Ginny's worries, because the dark intruder pulled out what looked suspiciously like a wand and pointed at her. Before Ginny knew what was going on, darkness was settling upon her and the last thing she saw before she hit the hard ground, was the figures dark-clad face, smiling at her with the look of evil triumph. ******************************************************** "Um, Mister, you ok...hello?" Draco woke up, sober and head pounding with a major head ache and the loud voice prodding him wasn't helping. "Wha...." Draco murmured out, still groggy. "Sorry Mister...uh Malfoy, but the bar is closing and you have to go back to your suite." Draco sat up and looked around, realizing (slowly) that he was the last person here, aside form the bar tender who wouldn't shut up. Draco tried to get out of his chair and stand up, but his feet were still, slightly wobbly, so the bar tender (who goes by the name of Mike) helped him up, walking him out and to the elevator. "Bad fight with the Mrs.?" What was the dumbass talking about? Didn't he see that Draco's head was killing him, and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. "Ah...yah...whatever". The man helped him into the elevator and left, saying he had to finish cleaning up the bar. That was the least of Draco's worries, the elevator alone was causing him to feel sick; what with all its stomach-jumping movements. When the elevator finally did open letting Draco get out, Draco ended up stumbling out, catching his balance when he leaned against the wall. God! What the hell did he drink? He never felt this when he drank before, so Draco was left in the dark. He reached their suite, and stood outside the door for a while, gaining back his composure and trying to shake off whatever was left of the headache he got from that strong scotch. Straightening his tie, and looking as sophisticated as ever, opened the door, and walked in to the suite. Draco found himself starring at their trashed room with a silent shocked stare. Everything was broken, his desk pulled apart, papers and items everywhere, destroyed, and Ginny... Where the hell was Ginny? Terror and fear ran through him as he started to push the furniture out of the way, searching for Ginny. He pulled the sofa back into its sitting position and found Ginny under it, lying on her stomach. Draco pushed and threw everything out of the way, rushing over to Ginny and pulling her into his arms. She was unconscious, and it looked like she had only been bumped over the head. But when Draco tried to readjust her in his arms, so he could reach for his wand and summon a cold cloth, he found the dark, crimson stain of blood, covering his pale hand. "Oh shit.... Ginny, dear God...."
Note: hope you liked, sorry this chapter is short and that there wasn't a lot of romance here, but this chapter is more of a thriller. Why was Draco so emotional (not always in tears) when he found Ginny? What happened to Ginny? Read on and find out. Oh and sorry about not updating for a really long time, I had exams and then all this h.w, well u know..yah cya
Luv Jasmine
Thank you everyone for all the great reviews! Ok, now with that said, where were we...
Ginny went up to the hotel suite by herself, since Draco said he had business elsewhere. Instead of taking his 'partner' with him, he suggested she turn in early tonight. The nerve of that man, telling her to go to bed early as if she was an adolescent! Well, he'd just have to deal with they annoyed Ginny for a while. ****************
Draco walked out of one of the pubs, frequently occupied by most of the wizarding folks, confused and pissed off at the same time. He had Blaise meet him there to confirm with this new arrangement including the Caribbean. When Blaise got there, after being forty-five minutes late, he seemed unusually pale, and acted a little different from the cheerful Blaise, Draco knew. Blaise told him in a mutual tone, that the percentage of tourism in the Caribbean increased by over fifteen percent in the last eight days, and w as continuing to increase. Because of this, Draco and his partner were going to have to make a quick detour and head for the Caribbean.
Draco didn't argue because he had to admit he liked the Caribbean Sea and all it had to offer, so he didn't see anything wrong with this until he asked how Lily was doing. He expected Blaise to jump for t he chance to describe his liaison with Lily, instead he looked at Draco in a confused manner, and said that Lily was fine. He then disapparted and left Draco in the state of manner he was currently finding himself in. ********************
Draco walked to the hotel and, instead of heading up to the suite, he headed straight for the bar. For some unusual reason he didn't like the feeling he got from Blaise. He ordered a scotch and sat back to observe his surroundings. The tinkling of glasses and the quiet murmurs of the few people still occupying the chairs that weren't turned up, made up most of the atmosphere. But something just wasn't right... Not knowing what else to do, Draco turned around and went back to his drink, slowly drowning himself in the surrounding alcohol. ************************************** Ginny stepped out of the shower, and grabbed the towel nearest to her. She quickly dried herself off and dressed for bed. Going through all her toiletry rituals, Ginny was finishing off with brushing her hair, when she heard footsteps in the bedroom beyond the bathroom. Draco must have come back early from his 'meeting', so Ginny decided to take twice as long, not wanting to really talk to him. It was only when she heard a crash, that she begun to think that maybe something was wrong. She walked out of the bathroom, while tying to tie her hair up, but the sight of a dark figure rummaging through Draco's desk, while standing in the ransacked room. Ginny sucked in a shocked breath, realizing, too late, that the intruder noticed her. Ginny reached for her wand, but came upon empty pocket, remembering her wand was still in her day clothes, damn it! But that was the least of Ginny's worries, because the dark intruder pulled out what looked suspiciously like a wand and pointed at her. Before Ginny knew what was going on, darkness was settling upon her and the last thing she saw before she hit the hard ground, was the figures dark-clad face, smiling at her with the look of evil triumph. ******************************************************** "Um, Mister, you ok...hello?" Draco woke up, sober and head pounding with a major head ache and the loud voice prodding him wasn't helping. "Wha...." Draco murmured out, still groggy. "Sorry Mister...uh Malfoy, but the bar is closing and you have to go back to your suite." Draco sat up and looked around, realizing (slowly) that he was the last person here, aside form the bar tender who wouldn't shut up. Draco tried to get out of his chair and stand up, but his feet were still, slightly wobbly, so the bar tender (who goes by the name of Mike) helped him up, walking him out and to the elevator. "Bad fight with the Mrs.?" What was the dumbass talking about? Didn't he see that Draco's head was killing him, and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. "Ah...yah...whatever". The man helped him into the elevator and left, saying he had to finish cleaning up the bar. That was the least of Draco's worries, the elevator alone was causing him to feel sick; what with all its stomach-jumping movements. When the elevator finally did open letting Draco get out, Draco ended up stumbling out, catching his balance when he leaned against the wall. God! What the hell did he drink? He never felt this when he drank before, so Draco was left in the dark. He reached their suite, and stood outside the door for a while, gaining back his composure and trying to shake off whatever was left of the headache he got from that strong scotch. Straightening his tie, and looking as sophisticated as ever, opened the door, and walked in to the suite. Draco found himself starring at their trashed room with a silent shocked stare. Everything was broken, his desk pulled apart, papers and items everywhere, destroyed, and Ginny... Where the hell was Ginny? Terror and fear ran through him as he started to push the furniture out of the way, searching for Ginny. He pulled the sofa back into its sitting position and found Ginny under it, lying on her stomach. Draco pushed and threw everything out of the way, rushing over to Ginny and pulling her into his arms. She was unconscious, and it looked like she had only been bumped over the head. But when Draco tried to readjust her in his arms, so he could reach for his wand and summon a cold cloth, he found the dark, crimson stain of blood, covering his pale hand. "Oh shit.... Ginny, dear God...."
Note: hope you liked, sorry this chapter is short and that there wasn't a lot of romance here, but this chapter is more of a thriller. Why was Draco so emotional (not always in tears) when he found Ginny? What happened to Ginny? Read on and find out. Oh and sorry about not updating for a really long time, I had exams and then all this h.w, well u know..yah cya
Luv Jasmine