Ginny waited until she was sure that Hermione was asleep, then she
scrambled out from under her covers and over to her desk. She cautiously
took out a quill, some ink, and a piece of parchment, checking every few
seconds that Herm was still asleep. Her brother had gone into a fit as soon
as they returned to the ryffindor common room, and he had asked-more like
ordered- the Hermione watch over Ginny to make sure she didn't try to do
what she was doing now.
'He's playing this big brother bit too much for his own good.' she thought as she hurridly scribbled a note to Draco, saying that they had her under surveilence and giving him a brief summary of what had happened and what had been said, and she asked him what Fred and George did to make them look so damn smug when they came back to the Gryffindor tower. After pausing for a brief moment she ended it with, 'Love, Ginny'
She walked over to Peckers and woke her up, telling the sleepy bird to go diretly to his room, and no buts. She stayed silent while Ginny tied her letter to the patient owls leg. Finally she watched her fly out of the window with a faint Whoomp as her great wings carried her into the sky and to Draco's bedroom. Ginny, feeling satisfied fell into a dream-filled slumber, her last thoughts about the boy whom she loved.
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"Wha...hey!" Draco Malfoy sat up, rubbing his head and scowling at the animal that was standing on his pillow. It took him a moment to shake the sleep out of his head and remember what the animal was and who it belonged to. His heart sank, thinking it was a letter from Ron , or some sort of curse sent to him. When he hesitated to grab the letter, the owl started to peck at its legs, picking the bindings free. She hopped over with the letter in her mouth, and pecked Draco again.
He cautiously took the letter, and when he saw the top of it he felt like he was floating up like a balloon, swelling as he got higher, and as he quickly read the letter he didn't breathe. His eyes passed the bottom of the letter, then slid back.He fully stared at what she wrote for about a minute, then he got up and started writing back to her.
When she asked what Fred and George had done he paused, fingering his rapidy growing black eye. While he was pondering over what to write he tought of what tomorrow would bring. Finally he sighed, and wrote Ginny the truth. He also asked her to meet him in the owlry the next night at midnight. After he was finished with his letter he gave the owl a bit of food, then gave him the letter and sent him off.
After the owl had left he had the strangest dream. It was in the middle of winter, and it was snowing. He was a rose, with large thorns and a tightly closed bud with light yellow petals. He felt buried under the snow, dying, when he saw a light. It was one ray of sunshine and warmth in the middle of a dark, frozen desert, and he felt it fall upon him, filling him with it's light, and around him the snow melted, leaving him room to pull in his thorny facade and bloom, showing his vulnerable middle, embracing the warmth. But suddenly there was someone walking to him. A big person, wearing snow boots. He turned to that person, exposing his petals, and he ws crushed, stepped on by those large boots. He felt the hope, sticky sweet as the nectar coming out of his broken middle, drain away, until ther was only the tiniest bit left. But that hope shone out, and with it the light found him again, and nursed him back to health, letting him start over and bloom again. Then suddenly, there was another flower. An orange daisy, with long petals that seemed to reach for him. He moved over and embraced this new flower, ad their stems entwined, letting them be one for all eternity, where no coldness or people could get them.
They were one.
'He's playing this big brother bit too much for his own good.' she thought as she hurridly scribbled a note to Draco, saying that they had her under surveilence and giving him a brief summary of what had happened and what had been said, and she asked him what Fred and George did to make them look so damn smug when they came back to the Gryffindor tower. After pausing for a brief moment she ended it with, 'Love, Ginny'
She walked over to Peckers and woke her up, telling the sleepy bird to go diretly to his room, and no buts. She stayed silent while Ginny tied her letter to the patient owls leg. Finally she watched her fly out of the window with a faint Whoomp as her great wings carried her into the sky and to Draco's bedroom. Ginny, feeling satisfied fell into a dream-filled slumber, her last thoughts about the boy whom she loved.
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"Wha...hey!" Draco Malfoy sat up, rubbing his head and scowling at the animal that was standing on his pillow. It took him a moment to shake the sleep out of his head and remember what the animal was and who it belonged to. His heart sank, thinking it was a letter from Ron , or some sort of curse sent to him. When he hesitated to grab the letter, the owl started to peck at its legs, picking the bindings free. She hopped over with the letter in her mouth, and pecked Draco again.
He cautiously took the letter, and when he saw the top of it he felt like he was floating up like a balloon, swelling as he got higher, and as he quickly read the letter he didn't breathe. His eyes passed the bottom of the letter, then slid back.He fully stared at what she wrote for about a minute, then he got up and started writing back to her.
When she asked what Fred and George had done he paused, fingering his rapidy growing black eye. While he was pondering over what to write he tought of what tomorrow would bring. Finally he sighed, and wrote Ginny the truth. He also asked her to meet him in the owlry the next night at midnight. After he was finished with his letter he gave the owl a bit of food, then gave him the letter and sent him off.
After the owl had left he had the strangest dream. It was in the middle of winter, and it was snowing. He was a rose, with large thorns and a tightly closed bud with light yellow petals. He felt buried under the snow, dying, when he saw a light. It was one ray of sunshine and warmth in the middle of a dark, frozen desert, and he felt it fall upon him, filling him with it's light, and around him the snow melted, leaving him room to pull in his thorny facade and bloom, showing his vulnerable middle, embracing the warmth. But suddenly there was someone walking to him. A big person, wearing snow boots. He turned to that person, exposing his petals, and he ws crushed, stepped on by those large boots. He felt the hope, sticky sweet as the nectar coming out of his broken middle, drain away, until ther was only the tiniest bit left. But that hope shone out, and with it the light found him again, and nursed him back to health, letting him start over and bloom again. Then suddenly, there was another flower. An orange daisy, with long petals that seemed to reach for him. He moved over and embraced this new flower, ad their stems entwined, letting them be one for all eternity, where no coldness or people could get them.
They were one.