Disclaimer: No..No..No...
I don't own them.
Sorry for all the mistakes in Chapter 3, I am looking for a very patient beta reader... so if you're interested just email me. Also, please note that Draco's eyes are in fact grey, not blue. I hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry it was so long in coming. Also, thank you to everyone who had reviewed, you know who you are! Now, without further ado... I give you Chapter 4!
-Sam
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Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath.
Colplay, Amsterdamn
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Ginny was unconcious for aproximitly 8 minutes, but when she was awoken, it was to the sound of furious whispering somewhere off to her left. Groaning mentally, she touched the sore spot on her forehead, and tried to shut out the noise. It wasn't until she heard a very familier voice, however, did she strain to listen.
"If you think this won't get back to your father your highly mistaken, I wouldn't be suprised it he sent for you tomorrow morning, you're just lucky no one else knows about this--"
Oh God. She recognized that voice. She could recognize that smug, silky, drawl anywhere. Ginny swallowed down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat, because she had not been this close to Draco Malfoy since the night in Umbridges office. She had not had the danger of certain particular memories arise in her until this instant. Ginny closed her eyes, and breathing deeply, cleared her mind that she might hear what was said next.
"You won't tell him will you?" a second voice pleaded "You wouldn't--"
"Why wouldn't I?" Draco laughed "Why shouldn't I? What's in it for me? You couldn't possibly have anything that I would want."
There was an awful silence then as Ginny tried to keep from breathing.
"Perhaphs I don't have anything of value to you... but I do... I do know of something" there was a note of triumph in the voice.
"Well? What are you getting at?"
"The drawing in your dorm.."
"What drawing? When were you in my room? I could have you expelled for that!" Ginny might have smirked at the obvious tone of panic in Malfoy's tone, but she did not.
"I really don't think you should be threatening me right now, Malfoy... I'm simply saying that if someone found that drawing.. they might think certain things.. it would be out of my control you realize--"
"Alright!" Draco interrupted "We'll both agree to be silent then, shall we?"
"Not so. I think I'd rather see that drawing once more, I know a few people who might be interested in seeing it as welI, I--"
"I think you better shut your mouth!" Draco near roared and Ginny flinched "You'll forget about whatever you saw if you know what's good for you! You--" but what the second voice was, Ginny never knew. She could only assume that Madam Pomfrey had entered that exact moment because Draco stopped mid setence, and she could distinctly hear him mutter something under his breath.
"Mr. Malfoy! That is enough!" yes, it was Madam Pomfrey "It was very kind of you to escort young Mr. to the Infirmary," she continued "but I must insist you leave before you wake Ms. Weasley!"
"Weasley?" Draco asked dumby
"Yes, Ms. Weasley is here. I would have thought you would know that, as you were the one who knocked her unconscious, Mr Malfoy"
Ginny imagined Draco's smirk, but when Madam Pomfrey pulled open the curtain to her bed, she saw she was mistaken. He was simply standing there, staring at her. Ginny felt her throat go dry, and instead of meeting his intense gaze, decided to look at the bed he was leaning against. She could not spy it's contents, however, just a pair of feet sticking out of the end.
"I'll just leave then shall I?" Draco said, staring at her the entire time. She stared back, wondering why he was not reacting when he must know she had heard his entire conversation. Was it because Madam Pomfrey was an arms length away? Was it because he had finally mastered the art of subtly? Or perhaphs, Ginny thought, was it because he simply thought her unworthy of such notice? Unworthy of scorn, or sneering. Simply a piece of dust, waiting to be brushed away. After all, Ginny reasoned, one doesn't yell at dirt for existing. She felt an odd sensation go through her at that one, and deciding she didn't like the way Malfoy was looking at her. Not one bit.
"I'll think I'll go," she said, tearing her eyes away from Draco's "I'm feeling much better now.."
Then, putting what she hoped was a smile on her face, she hopped of the bed, not waiting for Madam Pomfrey's permission. Nearly sprinting out of the hospital wing, Ginny glanced at the cot where Draco Malfoy stood. He was still staring at her, an odd expression on his face, but she managed to get a look at the boy in the bed.
It was the same boy she had bumped into that day in the corridor. The scrawny, polite Slytherin boy. His eyes fallowed her and he consciously raised his hand to his face. Ginny didn't notice the thick, white bandages covering his wrists.
Ginny ran and didn't stop until she had reached her dorm and pulled the scarlet curtains around herself. Her brother, Hermione, and of course Harry, had not been worried. Had not stayed up late with concern. They weren't in the common room, or any corridors she had passed. Ginny asummed (as usual) they were going about some classified business too dangerous for her to be included on. She did not dwell on hating The Trio for it, as she might have. Perhaphs because she was near to death with all the other thoughts racing through her head. Thoughts of what had just happened mainly, thoughts that all seemed to be connected and jumbled together with strings. Thoughts that threatened to give Ginny a headache. Thoughts of the night in Umbridges office. Of Draco Malfoy. Of the Bat Boguey hex and all the things leading up to it.Ginny shivered despite herself. Thoughts of the summer after Sirius's death. Of the tension that seemed to hovar permenetly in the air, of the tension that still threatened to consume them all. She thought of her nightmares, and Draco Malfoy's drawing. Draco Malfoy's drawing that somehow seemed so important. He had been near hysterical with it's discovery. Obviously it was something of importance if it served as ample blackmailing material. Ginny didn't know what it was, couldn't think of how horrible it might be.. but she somehow knew she had to find out.
Merlin, she could still remember dropping Ron off at the Platform for his first year of Hogwarts. She could remember the pain of it. The lonliness. The excitment. Mostly, she could remember the excitment. She had longed for Hogwarts as long as she could remember. Longed for the freedom and independence, longed for the feasts, longed to prove to everyone else that she wasn't just the youngest Weasley child. That she could be or do anything she wanted. Her year before Hogwarts had been spent in anticipation. She would spend her days drawing Mrs. Harry Potter all over the notebooks she kept, and day dreaming of the adventures her, Harry, and Ron would have together. Of course, that had changed once her brother came back from Hogwarts. He was filled with tails of trolls, evil teachers, his new best friends, and adventures... just as she had expected. The only thing she hadn't seen coming, hadn't even dreamed of, was that these things wouldn't and couldn't include her. Things were different after that. Always would be.They would no longer sit by the fire sipping hot cidar, because she was simply too "young and naive" to understand. She knew Ron still loved her, he was her big brother after all. He big brother, mind you. And not her friend.
Now, Ginny was not a spiteful person by nature, but she would never, ever, forget how many times The Trio had brushed her off. Never forget how many times she had stayed lying awake on the musty bed at 12 Grimmauld Place, waiting for Hermione to come up and tell her something of what was transpiring downstairs. Anything, only to be told not to worry, and to go back to bed. She may have been a Slytherin for all the ambition she had, because Ginny thought she was willing to do anything to be respected by the Order. She did not rightly know if what she had just heard in the hospital wing was of any importance... but she was willing to take a chance. And if that meant becoming friends with the scrawny Slytherin boy, then by God, she would do it. She would do anything.
Ginny slept frightfully that night with horrid dreams of about a man (was he a man?) with black wings, and dark, swirling eyes that encompassed that night sky. She dreamed she was falling, falling, falling, forever just about to hit the ocean floor, but all she could see was her reflection. Little and bony, as she had been in her first year. Her eyes frighted with purple bruises. She dreamed she was running forever but getting nowhere. Red doors that kept slamming in her face. Musty old houses and once handsome mean that died, and a mother who's worst fear was being alone. She dreamt of being alone and a million other things that she forget once she awoke, pail and shaken the next morning.
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"Sleep,
Those little slices of Death
How I loathe them." - Edgar Allen Poe
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Remember to review!
I don't own them.
Sorry for all the mistakes in Chapter 3, I am looking for a very patient beta reader... so if you're interested just email me. Also, please note that Draco's eyes are in fact grey, not blue. I hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry it was so long in coming. Also, thank you to everyone who had reviewed, you know who you are! Now, without further ado... I give you Chapter 4!
-Sam
- - - -
Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath.
Colplay, Amsterdamn
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Ginny was unconcious for aproximitly 8 minutes, but when she was awoken, it was to the sound of furious whispering somewhere off to her left. Groaning mentally, she touched the sore spot on her forehead, and tried to shut out the noise. It wasn't until she heard a very familier voice, however, did she strain to listen.
"If you think this won't get back to your father your highly mistaken, I wouldn't be suprised it he sent for you tomorrow morning, you're just lucky no one else knows about this--"
Oh God. She recognized that voice. She could recognize that smug, silky, drawl anywhere. Ginny swallowed down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat, because she had not been this close to Draco Malfoy since the night in Umbridges office. She had not had the danger of certain particular memories arise in her until this instant. Ginny closed her eyes, and breathing deeply, cleared her mind that she might hear what was said next.
"You won't tell him will you?" a second voice pleaded "You wouldn't--"
"Why wouldn't I?" Draco laughed "Why shouldn't I? What's in it for me? You couldn't possibly have anything that I would want."
There was an awful silence then as Ginny tried to keep from breathing.
"Perhaphs I don't have anything of value to you... but I do... I do know of something" there was a note of triumph in the voice.
"Well? What are you getting at?"
"The drawing in your dorm.."
"What drawing? When were you in my room? I could have you expelled for that!" Ginny might have smirked at the obvious tone of panic in Malfoy's tone, but she did not.
"I really don't think you should be threatening me right now, Malfoy... I'm simply saying that if someone found that drawing.. they might think certain things.. it would be out of my control you realize--"
"Alright!" Draco interrupted "We'll both agree to be silent then, shall we?"
"Not so. I think I'd rather see that drawing once more, I know a few people who might be interested in seeing it as welI, I--"
"I think you better shut your mouth!" Draco near roared and Ginny flinched "You'll forget about whatever you saw if you know what's good for you! You--" but what the second voice was, Ginny never knew. She could only assume that Madam Pomfrey had entered that exact moment because Draco stopped mid setence, and she could distinctly hear him mutter something under his breath.
"Mr. Malfoy! That is enough!" yes, it was Madam Pomfrey "It was very kind of you to escort young Mr. to the Infirmary," she continued "but I must insist you leave before you wake Ms. Weasley!"
"Weasley?" Draco asked dumby
"Yes, Ms. Weasley is here. I would have thought you would know that, as you were the one who knocked her unconscious, Mr Malfoy"
Ginny imagined Draco's smirk, but when Madam Pomfrey pulled open the curtain to her bed, she saw she was mistaken. He was simply standing there, staring at her. Ginny felt her throat go dry, and instead of meeting his intense gaze, decided to look at the bed he was leaning against. She could not spy it's contents, however, just a pair of feet sticking out of the end.
"I'll just leave then shall I?" Draco said, staring at her the entire time. She stared back, wondering why he was not reacting when he must know she had heard his entire conversation. Was it because Madam Pomfrey was an arms length away? Was it because he had finally mastered the art of subtly? Or perhaphs, Ginny thought, was it because he simply thought her unworthy of such notice? Unworthy of scorn, or sneering. Simply a piece of dust, waiting to be brushed away. After all, Ginny reasoned, one doesn't yell at dirt for existing. She felt an odd sensation go through her at that one, and deciding she didn't like the way Malfoy was looking at her. Not one bit.
"I'll think I'll go," she said, tearing her eyes away from Draco's "I'm feeling much better now.."
Then, putting what she hoped was a smile on her face, she hopped of the bed, not waiting for Madam Pomfrey's permission. Nearly sprinting out of the hospital wing, Ginny glanced at the cot where Draco Malfoy stood. He was still staring at her, an odd expression on his face, but she managed to get a look at the boy in the bed.
It was the same boy she had bumped into that day in the corridor. The scrawny, polite Slytherin boy. His eyes fallowed her and he consciously raised his hand to his face. Ginny didn't notice the thick, white bandages covering his wrists.
Ginny ran and didn't stop until she had reached her dorm and pulled the scarlet curtains around herself. Her brother, Hermione, and of course Harry, had not been worried. Had not stayed up late with concern. They weren't in the common room, or any corridors she had passed. Ginny asummed (as usual) they were going about some classified business too dangerous for her to be included on. She did not dwell on hating The Trio for it, as she might have. Perhaphs because she was near to death with all the other thoughts racing through her head. Thoughts of what had just happened mainly, thoughts that all seemed to be connected and jumbled together with strings. Thoughts that threatened to give Ginny a headache. Thoughts of the night in Umbridges office. Of Draco Malfoy. Of the Bat Boguey hex and all the things leading up to it.Ginny shivered despite herself. Thoughts of the summer after Sirius's death. Of the tension that seemed to hovar permenetly in the air, of the tension that still threatened to consume them all. She thought of her nightmares, and Draco Malfoy's drawing. Draco Malfoy's drawing that somehow seemed so important. He had been near hysterical with it's discovery. Obviously it was something of importance if it served as ample blackmailing material. Ginny didn't know what it was, couldn't think of how horrible it might be.. but she somehow knew she had to find out.
Merlin, she could still remember dropping Ron off at the Platform for his first year of Hogwarts. She could remember the pain of it. The lonliness. The excitment. Mostly, she could remember the excitment. She had longed for Hogwarts as long as she could remember. Longed for the freedom and independence, longed for the feasts, longed to prove to everyone else that she wasn't just the youngest Weasley child. That she could be or do anything she wanted. Her year before Hogwarts had been spent in anticipation. She would spend her days drawing Mrs. Harry Potter all over the notebooks she kept, and day dreaming of the adventures her, Harry, and Ron would have together. Of course, that had changed once her brother came back from Hogwarts. He was filled with tails of trolls, evil teachers, his new best friends, and adventures... just as she had expected. The only thing she hadn't seen coming, hadn't even dreamed of, was that these things wouldn't and couldn't include her. Things were different after that. Always would be.They would no longer sit by the fire sipping hot cidar, because she was simply too "young and naive" to understand. She knew Ron still loved her, he was her big brother after all. He big brother, mind you. And not her friend.
Now, Ginny was not a spiteful person by nature, but she would never, ever, forget how many times The Trio had brushed her off. Never forget how many times she had stayed lying awake on the musty bed at 12 Grimmauld Place, waiting for Hermione to come up and tell her something of what was transpiring downstairs. Anything, only to be told not to worry, and to go back to bed. She may have been a Slytherin for all the ambition she had, because Ginny thought she was willing to do anything to be respected by the Order. She did not rightly know if what she had just heard in the hospital wing was of any importance... but she was willing to take a chance. And if that meant becoming friends with the scrawny Slytherin boy, then by God, she would do it. She would do anything.
Ginny slept frightfully that night with horrid dreams of about a man (was he a man?) with black wings, and dark, swirling eyes that encompassed that night sky. She dreamed she was falling, falling, falling, forever just about to hit the ocean floor, but all she could see was her reflection. Little and bony, as she had been in her first year. Her eyes frighted with purple bruises. She dreamed she was running forever but getting nowhere. Red doors that kept slamming in her face. Musty old houses and once handsome mean that died, and a mother who's worst fear was being alone. She dreamt of being alone and a million other things that she forget once she awoke, pail and shaken the next morning.
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"Sleep,
Those little slices of Death
How I loathe them." - Edgar Allen Poe
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Remember to review!