Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed:
* Momo, SarahLupin, RowenaMcKinnon, Tara, Marz, Lyndie578, Laura, pawzzz, Ash Night, Sooz... THANK YOU!! I hope you'll keep reading, reviewing and liking the fic.
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Chapter 3
It was very dark, very cold and somber. He had never been there before, what kind of place was this? "Is this a cemetery? No it can't be..." It was actually the Ministry of Magic, or what Draco thought was the Ministry of Magic. There were no lights, just a dim red glow. He could hear nothing, though if he did listen carefully he would hear someone trying to catch their breath as if air wasn't enough. He turned around and saw her. Ginny was lying agonizingly on the ground, definitely under the effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He observed her body and saw she was wounded in various places. It hurt to see her like this. He scanned the room to see who was causing her so much suffering. And then he saw it, his own father holding his wand tightly in his hands pointing it at Ginny. Suddenly her body twinged in such an awful way Draco had to close his eyes.
"Liking it aren't we little Weasel. You will tell me where Potty is, won't you?" said his father almost laughing at her. He let the curse go so she could speak, but the only word she uttered was a vague "Never". Lucius didn't like the answer and attacked her immediately with another curse. The pain that had left for those few seconds returned with a blast. "Aaaah!" Ginny screamed, her body aching.
Draco couldn't watch anymore. "Father! Stop this!" he yelled sending a body- binding curse at his father. He ran to where Ginny was. Draco looked at her brown eyes that were desperately searching madly for him. "Draco, you came, you came.." Let's get you out of here he said and grabbed her hand. The moment he touched her he felt a flash of awareness. He saw her face light up and even witnessed a kind of fire in her eyes. He had never felt anyone staring at him like that. Everything disappeared as they suddenly lay side by side on a wide green field, and he heard her laughing as if nothing had ever been wrong. She looked wonderful at his side, her eyes twinkling of happiness.
"Draco! Wake up! You look like an idiot with that smirk on your face!"
"No... Gin... Don't... Huh?! - He suddenly realised he wasn't lying on a beautiful meadow, full with flowers which were nothing compared to the girl next to him."
"What were you dreaming now? - Blaise asked."
"Damnit! What time is it?! - He hoped for his sake no one had heard him."
"Breakfast is already served, we didn't know you were still sleeping. I would hurry up if I were you... - he left without looking back."
Draco had never dreamed anything like this, what had she done to him? It was as if they had a whole history, when in fact they had only talked (civilised) yesterday. Draco was still very much under the influence of the dream, and he longed to get back to it, to feel her hair between his fingers, to see her smile again. Then he remembered the first part of the dream. The anger he felt with his father had never been so strong, it had been almost deep hatred. The worst part was that Draco knew it could have gone that way last year in the Ministry. His father was in Azkaban just because he had tortured so many people and killed a few more. Draco never doubted his father had good reasons to support Voldemort. He found that there were hundreds of motives to belong to the dark side, he believed in most of them. But to make someone so innocent suffer, seemed so wicked, and just plain wrong, Draco was starting to have second thoughts about deatheaters. It may be for a good cause but why did someone so angelic, so fair and lovely have to be tortured? It made Draco completely mad with rage, he wanted to get his wand and to go and fight all those who were trying to hurt Ginny. When he was almost ready to go downstairs he decided he would let the feelings sink a bit before he did anything impulsive, like to go and hug her or something. He would lose a bit more than just his reputation.
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The entire day was about avoiding Ginny, seeing her, being seen by her, anything. He would feel warm every time he saw her, so the only thing he could do was to look away and try to escape. Draco had never been like this, he had never felt so strongly about someone, especially not after a dream. It was killing him, eating him up inside. He wanted to run to her and tell her everything. It bothered him so much he decided he would talk to her "It wouldn't kill me, right?".
When everyone went back to their common room, he waited in the shadows for Ginny to pass, he hoped he was early, and that she would be alone, which would be almost impossible.
Ginny noticed he had been acting strange, it was cute to see him look at her all lovingly and then shy away as fast as possible. She knew her spell had worked, she just didn't know it had had such and effect on Draco. It was a simple "Dream of me" spell. The dangerous part was that you never knew what the person would dream, it could have been a nightmare as well. Ginny just needed a quick look at Draco to figure out it hadn't been a nightmare, but the book didn't say anything about reactions like the ones Draco was having. It just warned that if someone already had feelings for the person who cast the spell, those feelings would be shown explicitly in the dream without secrets and would be made stronger.
The thing was, Ginny hadn't read that part. But after seeing him act like that she decided to look at the spell again and noticed the tiny writings on the lower corner of the page. Suddenly she understood Draco's actions towards her, maybe the spell wasn't a good idea after all. Ginny didn't want the responses she was getting, or at least not because of a spell. She knew her feelings towards Draco were genuine, and that she had always felt different around him. He didn't make her feel bad like his dad. Quite on the contrary, whenever he made fun of Hermione, Ron or Harry she felt she could see right through him, and she even pitied him for trying to get attention in such a way.
She would have to tell him what she'd done, hoping he'd understand and wouldn't kill her on the spot. A good time would be after breakfast, he always left on his own, since Crabbe and Goyle stuffed themselves with food. And anyways she was way too tired to look for him now. She had spent enough time in the library looking at that stupid spell, hoping she was mistaken. She took her things and walked back to her common room. When she was almost there someone in the shadows whispered "Ginny".
She freezed thinking she had recognized the voice, when suddenly she heard it again "Ginny, come here. It's Draco, we need to talk". She took a few steps in his direction and said:
"Why would I want to talk to you? - she whispered trying to sound brave, but failing."
"Because I need to tell you something, and I think it might interest you. - he said, noticing her beautiful eyes looking deeply at him."
"Well, here I am, Malfoy, tell me why you need me."
"You can call me Draco you know. - He looked a little hurt, she could tell by his stare."
"Ok, Draco. - His name sounded perfect coming from her lips."
"Euhm, I ... I don't know how to say this... - Even though it was pretty dark she could tell he was blushing."
"You had a dream about me? - She decided to spill her story, since he was having trouble finding the words."
"How did you know? Did Crabbe tell you? - He looked very surprised, but interested."
"I am so sorry Draco... I put a spell on you... I thought you were trying to play me. You know, looking at me and smiling and trying to be friendly. - Ginny sounded truly sorry but he couldn't see that anymore."
"You what!? Who do you think you are!? Did it ever cross your mind I might have been honest!? And I thought I was starting to have feelings for you! Disgusting!- his voice was no longer a whisper."
"...You were what? - she tried in vain to look in his blue eyes."
"You heard me, damnit! I was! I imagined you were different from your brothers and Potter. Turns out you're all the same. Always putting words in my mouth, thinking you know everything about me! I guess I was mistaken! - He left without noticing Ginny sit down."
She had never been so angry with herself, it had all started as a game. Draco had no idea he had just broken her heart.
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Hey!! I hope you liked it!! I tried harder because I felt I owed it to you guys, because I kept you waiting. Which no one noticed, right? Ehem, I'll try not to do that again. A special thanks to my new beta-reader ¡¡Mimi!!, I think it wouldn't be as good without your help. And thanks to pawzzz who gave me the idea... ((I consider her one of the greatest hp fans ever, and she (like me) gets very excited with every new book. Thnx!))
* Momo, SarahLupin, RowenaMcKinnon, Tara, Marz, Lyndie578, Laura, pawzzz, Ash Night, Sooz... THANK YOU!! I hope you'll keep reading, reviewing and liking the fic.
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Chapter 3
It was very dark, very cold and somber. He had never been there before, what kind of place was this? "Is this a cemetery? No it can't be..." It was actually the Ministry of Magic, or what Draco thought was the Ministry of Magic. There were no lights, just a dim red glow. He could hear nothing, though if he did listen carefully he would hear someone trying to catch their breath as if air wasn't enough. He turned around and saw her. Ginny was lying agonizingly on the ground, definitely under the effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He observed her body and saw she was wounded in various places. It hurt to see her like this. He scanned the room to see who was causing her so much suffering. And then he saw it, his own father holding his wand tightly in his hands pointing it at Ginny. Suddenly her body twinged in such an awful way Draco had to close his eyes.
"Liking it aren't we little Weasel. You will tell me where Potty is, won't you?" said his father almost laughing at her. He let the curse go so she could speak, but the only word she uttered was a vague "Never". Lucius didn't like the answer and attacked her immediately with another curse. The pain that had left for those few seconds returned with a blast. "Aaaah!" Ginny screamed, her body aching.
Draco couldn't watch anymore. "Father! Stop this!" he yelled sending a body- binding curse at his father. He ran to where Ginny was. Draco looked at her brown eyes that were desperately searching madly for him. "Draco, you came, you came.." Let's get you out of here he said and grabbed her hand. The moment he touched her he felt a flash of awareness. He saw her face light up and even witnessed a kind of fire in her eyes. He had never felt anyone staring at him like that. Everything disappeared as they suddenly lay side by side on a wide green field, and he heard her laughing as if nothing had ever been wrong. She looked wonderful at his side, her eyes twinkling of happiness.
"Draco! Wake up! You look like an idiot with that smirk on your face!"
"No... Gin... Don't... Huh?! - He suddenly realised he wasn't lying on a beautiful meadow, full with flowers which were nothing compared to the girl next to him."
"What were you dreaming now? - Blaise asked."
"Damnit! What time is it?! - He hoped for his sake no one had heard him."
"Breakfast is already served, we didn't know you were still sleeping. I would hurry up if I were you... - he left without looking back."
Draco had never dreamed anything like this, what had she done to him? It was as if they had a whole history, when in fact they had only talked (civilised) yesterday. Draco was still very much under the influence of the dream, and he longed to get back to it, to feel her hair between his fingers, to see her smile again. Then he remembered the first part of the dream. The anger he felt with his father had never been so strong, it had been almost deep hatred. The worst part was that Draco knew it could have gone that way last year in the Ministry. His father was in Azkaban just because he had tortured so many people and killed a few more. Draco never doubted his father had good reasons to support Voldemort. He found that there were hundreds of motives to belong to the dark side, he believed in most of them. But to make someone so innocent suffer, seemed so wicked, and just plain wrong, Draco was starting to have second thoughts about deatheaters. It may be for a good cause but why did someone so angelic, so fair and lovely have to be tortured? It made Draco completely mad with rage, he wanted to get his wand and to go and fight all those who were trying to hurt Ginny. When he was almost ready to go downstairs he decided he would let the feelings sink a bit before he did anything impulsive, like to go and hug her or something. He would lose a bit more than just his reputation.
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The entire day was about avoiding Ginny, seeing her, being seen by her, anything. He would feel warm every time he saw her, so the only thing he could do was to look away and try to escape. Draco had never been like this, he had never felt so strongly about someone, especially not after a dream. It was killing him, eating him up inside. He wanted to run to her and tell her everything. It bothered him so much he decided he would talk to her "It wouldn't kill me, right?".
When everyone went back to their common room, he waited in the shadows for Ginny to pass, he hoped he was early, and that she would be alone, which would be almost impossible.
Ginny noticed he had been acting strange, it was cute to see him look at her all lovingly and then shy away as fast as possible. She knew her spell had worked, she just didn't know it had had such and effect on Draco. It was a simple "Dream of me" spell. The dangerous part was that you never knew what the person would dream, it could have been a nightmare as well. Ginny just needed a quick look at Draco to figure out it hadn't been a nightmare, but the book didn't say anything about reactions like the ones Draco was having. It just warned that if someone already had feelings for the person who cast the spell, those feelings would be shown explicitly in the dream without secrets and would be made stronger.
The thing was, Ginny hadn't read that part. But after seeing him act like that she decided to look at the spell again and noticed the tiny writings on the lower corner of the page. Suddenly she understood Draco's actions towards her, maybe the spell wasn't a good idea after all. Ginny didn't want the responses she was getting, or at least not because of a spell. She knew her feelings towards Draco were genuine, and that she had always felt different around him. He didn't make her feel bad like his dad. Quite on the contrary, whenever he made fun of Hermione, Ron or Harry she felt she could see right through him, and she even pitied him for trying to get attention in such a way.
She would have to tell him what she'd done, hoping he'd understand and wouldn't kill her on the spot. A good time would be after breakfast, he always left on his own, since Crabbe and Goyle stuffed themselves with food. And anyways she was way too tired to look for him now. She had spent enough time in the library looking at that stupid spell, hoping she was mistaken. She took her things and walked back to her common room. When she was almost there someone in the shadows whispered "Ginny".
She freezed thinking she had recognized the voice, when suddenly she heard it again "Ginny, come here. It's Draco, we need to talk". She took a few steps in his direction and said:
"Why would I want to talk to you? - she whispered trying to sound brave, but failing."
"Because I need to tell you something, and I think it might interest you. - he said, noticing her beautiful eyes looking deeply at him."
"Well, here I am, Malfoy, tell me why you need me."
"You can call me Draco you know. - He looked a little hurt, she could tell by his stare."
"Ok, Draco. - His name sounded perfect coming from her lips."
"Euhm, I ... I don't know how to say this... - Even though it was pretty dark she could tell he was blushing."
"You had a dream about me? - She decided to spill her story, since he was having trouble finding the words."
"How did you know? Did Crabbe tell you? - He looked very surprised, but interested."
"I am so sorry Draco... I put a spell on you... I thought you were trying to play me. You know, looking at me and smiling and trying to be friendly. - Ginny sounded truly sorry but he couldn't see that anymore."
"You what!? Who do you think you are!? Did it ever cross your mind I might have been honest!? And I thought I was starting to have feelings for you! Disgusting!- his voice was no longer a whisper."
"...You were what? - she tried in vain to look in his blue eyes."
"You heard me, damnit! I was! I imagined you were different from your brothers and Potter. Turns out you're all the same. Always putting words in my mouth, thinking you know everything about me! I guess I was mistaken! - He left without noticing Ginny sit down."
She had never been so angry with herself, it had all started as a game. Draco had no idea he had just broken her heart.
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Hey!! I hope you liked it!! I tried harder because I felt I owed it to you guys, because I kept you waiting. Which no one noticed, right? Ehem, I'll try not to do that again. A special thanks to my new beta-reader ¡¡Mimi!!, I think it wouldn't be as good without your help. And thanks to pawzzz who gave me the idea... ((I consider her one of the greatest hp fans ever, and she (like me) gets very excited with every new book. Thnx!))