Title: The Process of Healing
Chapter: What are you up to?
Author: DDStalker
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but could probably write a better fifth book. No offense to people who thought the fifth book rocked.
Archive: I'd love that!
Dedicated: To all my friends who support me in writing this and to all my reviewers!!!
Draco
He was here again. He cursed her mentally, why did he keep coming back to this place? Why did she draw him here? Like a moth to flame, and Draco was indeed playing with fire. He walked to the room, his steps sure and smooth. Nothing showed how nervous he was on the inside. Draco had long since mastered the art of empty facial expressions.
As he neared the door he heard her warming up. Again he wondered why he came. Her singing left much to be desired, yet her words held a truth in there that left bitter feelings in him every time. But he still came. Pushing open the door quietly he slid into the shadows, just barely out of reach of the cheery glow of the fire. Then he listened.
" When I look in the mirror
I see a girl
Who's putting on an act
Not showing who she is
And on the inside
Yearning for a chance to break free
Yet she clings to her bonds
Who has a bitter hate
Awakened from one she loved
Who used her
Then threw her away
And in that hate
I see it tearing her up
Wearing her resolve down
To the point of numbness
Nevertheless she feels it
And it drives her to the edge
Taunting her with insults
Forcing her to do the impossible
She jumps over the edge
Where she can never go back
Losing the composure she once held so dear
This is what I've become
I question how I ended up
In a dark bottomless pit
Where no one can reach me
Trying to blame someone else
But a person doesn't come to mind
Then it hits me
I molded and perfected this monster within me
With that knowledge I give in
And all other thoughts fade"
He was shocked into silence, her words still ring in his head. Giving a little shake of his head, he studies her . Realizing with a start he never really looked at her. He sees the lines on her face that she tries to cover up with makeup. But at the end of the day has worn off so he can see them. The dark bags under her eyes showing the insomnia he himself has dealt with before. Looking at her hair escaping the tight bun she had it in, her warm chocolate brown eyes, which looked so lost stare back at him.
And he wonders, what happened to the vibrant red head he saw last year? But he reminds himself he only noticed her after the hex. But when had she become so haggard? So weary and realistic of what the real world was capable of. Oh well, it was late and he had better finish his rounds before he returned to his dorm.
As he walked to the door, she flew up and blocked the door. Her eyes were wide and unsure. Almost like she couldn't believe what she was doing. So shocked were the two with her actions that it took them a few moments to regroup.
"Weasley, kindly remove yourself from the door. Unless you're opening the door for me, And for your sake I hope your opening the door." His tone was low and threatening. And he saw her gulp, then her shoulders straightened under her worn school sweater.
"No." She shot back at him. He glared at her sudden courage.
"While I'm glad you developed a backbone, but please exert it at a time when I'm not busy." He replied in a cool tone.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She fired at him. He looked at her in disgust.
"I don't have to answer that." He fired right back at her. She let out a sigh of frustration.
" Fine at least tell me what you're planning." She asked suddenly looking very tired. He didn't back down.
"Nothing, you should concern yourself with." She shot out her hand to slap his face. He caught it an inch from her face with his seeker reflexes. Then he yanked her forward, twisted her around with her arm behind her back and slammed her into the heavy wooden door.
"Never ever ever touch me! You are beneath me and will always be." He was very angry, barely containing himself from doing worse with her.
"Then why are you lowering yourself enough to touch me?" She asked, but she didn't try to contain her anger. She furiously tried to escape. But he easily held her in place.
"Because I had to stop you from contaminating my face." He had his head lowered down towards her face, he mouth was centimeters from her ear as he whispered it into her ear.
"Your no better then your father." She whispered back brokenly.
"Oh? Is that so. What makes you think you know my father so well?" He asked her roughly.
" I know more about him then you give me credit for ferret." She had resorted to name calling as a last attempt to get free.
"Really? Then please by all means enlighten me." He said in his most demanding voice.
" Because its none of your bloody business!" She yelled at him. Trying to fight the memories that were surfacing with the thought of her first year. He whirled her around to face him. She let out a gasp of pain when he twisted her arm.
"It was the Chamber of Secrets! Wasn't it? Answer me!" He started shaking her violently.
"Yes, gods just leave me alone. You're just like him. Get your answers then throw me away. Do it! Go on! Your all the same!" She was yelling at him hysterically now. He took this all in calmly. Still holding her arm behind her back.
"Who? Who do I remind you of?" Ginny had stopped screaming and was trying to calm down. She was taking deep breaths of air. But on hearing his words, she looked up at him with fearful eyes.
"Tom Riddle" He barely heard her whispered reply. He then noticed a cut on her cheek from where she had scraped it when he slammed her into the door. It was oozing blood. He reached up and touched it with gentle fingers. It covered his fingers and she glanced down at his hand. Saw the blood and paled considerably.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked in a pitiful voice. The sadness in her voice made him look up at her from his blood-covered fingers. Suddenly he felt the need to comfort her. He lowered his head and captured her lips in his with a hard kiss. It was rough and violent. Because he was after all a Malfoy and they never learn how to be gentle. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Ginny broke away.
"No" Was all she whispered before she shoved him away and ran out the door. Forgetting her book bag, robes, and more importantly her journal.
Dumbledore
He watched the young girl rush from the room with a cut on her cheek and tears streaming down her face. And he wondered if he might need to step in on this.
Dumbledore was not a stupid man, he knew all about what went on in his school. And he knew Ginny Weasley was not happy and he had hoped when he saw Draco Malfoy follow her into her little room that they might work out their differences and save each other. Ginny from depression and Draco from his father's control.
But after today he wondered if that plan was shot down. Lowering down his special glasses that allowed him to see though walls and taking out a pair of Weasley's Extended Ears. That he had of course confiscated. Their was a feud that had gone on forever, and thinking he could break it was laughable.
Then his eye settled on a tall pale blonde exiting the room with an extra book bag and set of robes with a puzzled expression on his face. Well they didn't build Rome in a day. Thought Dumbledore with a small smile playing on his lips. Had he looked the another way he would have seen a dark shadow in a corner. He would have also seen that the shadow had also watched the whole scene unfold. But Dumbledore didn't see the shadow and that's how the real trouble began.
Ginny
She had woken in the morning tired, dirty, and very early. She sat up in bed, noticing her clothes from last night were still on. She could feel the gritty sensation in her eyes that told her she had been crying the night before. Then she remembered last night. And got up with a groan heading to the bathroom.
However when she exited the common room, heading to her secret room to get her book bag and robes. Or what was left after Malfoy. She was surprised to she it all laid out beside the portrait. At a angle where only someone heading to the secret room would notice it. She looked inside her book bag and saw her journal nestled between her Muggle Studies and Potions homework. And then she wondered yet again what was Malfoy up to?
A/N
Well…that was it! Ha! Bet you didn't see that coming! Or maybe you did. Whatever, hope you liked it. And REVIEW!!!! If you don't the ninja chickens will attack. And that won't be pretty. So review, and email me if you have any questions! My email is under my profile!
DDStalker
Chapter: What are you up to?
Author: DDStalker
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but could probably write a better fifth book. No offense to people who thought the fifth book rocked.
Archive: I'd love that!
Dedicated: To all my friends who support me in writing this and to all my reviewers!!!
Draco
He was here again. He cursed her mentally, why did he keep coming back to this place? Why did she draw him here? Like a moth to flame, and Draco was indeed playing with fire. He walked to the room, his steps sure and smooth. Nothing showed how nervous he was on the inside. Draco had long since mastered the art of empty facial expressions.
As he neared the door he heard her warming up. Again he wondered why he came. Her singing left much to be desired, yet her words held a truth in there that left bitter feelings in him every time. But he still came. Pushing open the door quietly he slid into the shadows, just barely out of reach of the cheery glow of the fire. Then he listened.
" When I look in the mirror
I see a girl
Who's putting on an act
Not showing who she is
And on the inside
Yearning for a chance to break free
Yet she clings to her bonds
Who has a bitter hate
Awakened from one she loved
Who used her
Then threw her away
And in that hate
I see it tearing her up
Wearing her resolve down
To the point of numbness
Nevertheless she feels it
And it drives her to the edge
Taunting her with insults
Forcing her to do the impossible
She jumps over the edge
Where she can never go back
Losing the composure she once held so dear
This is what I've become
I question how I ended up
In a dark bottomless pit
Where no one can reach me
Trying to blame someone else
But a person doesn't come to mind
Then it hits me
I molded and perfected this monster within me
With that knowledge I give in
And all other thoughts fade"
He was shocked into silence, her words still ring in his head. Giving a little shake of his head, he studies her . Realizing with a start he never really looked at her. He sees the lines on her face that she tries to cover up with makeup. But at the end of the day has worn off so he can see them. The dark bags under her eyes showing the insomnia he himself has dealt with before. Looking at her hair escaping the tight bun she had it in, her warm chocolate brown eyes, which looked so lost stare back at him.
And he wonders, what happened to the vibrant red head he saw last year? But he reminds himself he only noticed her after the hex. But when had she become so haggard? So weary and realistic of what the real world was capable of. Oh well, it was late and he had better finish his rounds before he returned to his dorm.
As he walked to the door, she flew up and blocked the door. Her eyes were wide and unsure. Almost like she couldn't believe what she was doing. So shocked were the two with her actions that it took them a few moments to regroup.
"Weasley, kindly remove yourself from the door. Unless you're opening the door for me, And for your sake I hope your opening the door." His tone was low and threatening. And he saw her gulp, then her shoulders straightened under her worn school sweater.
"No." She shot back at him. He glared at her sudden courage.
"While I'm glad you developed a backbone, but please exert it at a time when I'm not busy." He replied in a cool tone.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She fired at him. He looked at her in disgust.
"I don't have to answer that." He fired right back at her. She let out a sigh of frustration.
" Fine at least tell me what you're planning." She asked suddenly looking very tired. He didn't back down.
"Nothing, you should concern yourself with." She shot out her hand to slap his face. He caught it an inch from her face with his seeker reflexes. Then he yanked her forward, twisted her around with her arm behind her back and slammed her into the heavy wooden door.
"Never ever ever touch me! You are beneath me and will always be." He was very angry, barely containing himself from doing worse with her.
"Then why are you lowering yourself enough to touch me?" She asked, but she didn't try to contain her anger. She furiously tried to escape. But he easily held her in place.
"Because I had to stop you from contaminating my face." He had his head lowered down towards her face, he mouth was centimeters from her ear as he whispered it into her ear.
"Your no better then your father." She whispered back brokenly.
"Oh? Is that so. What makes you think you know my father so well?" He asked her roughly.
" I know more about him then you give me credit for ferret." She had resorted to name calling as a last attempt to get free.
"Really? Then please by all means enlighten me." He said in his most demanding voice.
" Because its none of your bloody business!" She yelled at him. Trying to fight the memories that were surfacing with the thought of her first year. He whirled her around to face him. She let out a gasp of pain when he twisted her arm.
"It was the Chamber of Secrets! Wasn't it? Answer me!" He started shaking her violently.
"Yes, gods just leave me alone. You're just like him. Get your answers then throw me away. Do it! Go on! Your all the same!" She was yelling at him hysterically now. He took this all in calmly. Still holding her arm behind her back.
"Who? Who do I remind you of?" Ginny had stopped screaming and was trying to calm down. She was taking deep breaths of air. But on hearing his words, she looked up at him with fearful eyes.
"Tom Riddle" He barely heard her whispered reply. He then noticed a cut on her cheek from where she had scraped it when he slammed her into the door. It was oozing blood. He reached up and touched it with gentle fingers. It covered his fingers and she glanced down at his hand. Saw the blood and paled considerably.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked in a pitiful voice. The sadness in her voice made him look up at her from his blood-covered fingers. Suddenly he felt the need to comfort her. He lowered his head and captured her lips in his with a hard kiss. It was rough and violent. Because he was after all a Malfoy and they never learn how to be gentle. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Ginny broke away.
"No" Was all she whispered before she shoved him away and ran out the door. Forgetting her book bag, robes, and more importantly her journal.
Dumbledore
He watched the young girl rush from the room with a cut on her cheek and tears streaming down her face. And he wondered if he might need to step in on this.
Dumbledore was not a stupid man, he knew all about what went on in his school. And he knew Ginny Weasley was not happy and he had hoped when he saw Draco Malfoy follow her into her little room that they might work out their differences and save each other. Ginny from depression and Draco from his father's control.
But after today he wondered if that plan was shot down. Lowering down his special glasses that allowed him to see though walls and taking out a pair of Weasley's Extended Ears. That he had of course confiscated. Their was a feud that had gone on forever, and thinking he could break it was laughable.
Then his eye settled on a tall pale blonde exiting the room with an extra book bag and set of robes with a puzzled expression on his face. Well they didn't build Rome in a day. Thought Dumbledore with a small smile playing on his lips. Had he looked the another way he would have seen a dark shadow in a corner. He would have also seen that the shadow had also watched the whole scene unfold. But Dumbledore didn't see the shadow and that's how the real trouble began.
Ginny
She had woken in the morning tired, dirty, and very early. She sat up in bed, noticing her clothes from last night were still on. She could feel the gritty sensation in her eyes that told her she had been crying the night before. Then she remembered last night. And got up with a groan heading to the bathroom.
However when she exited the common room, heading to her secret room to get her book bag and robes. Or what was left after Malfoy. She was surprised to she it all laid out beside the portrait. At a angle where only someone heading to the secret room would notice it. She looked inside her book bag and saw her journal nestled between her Muggle Studies and Potions homework. And then she wondered yet again what was Malfoy up to?
A/N
Well…that was it! Ha! Bet you didn't see that coming! Or maybe you did. Whatever, hope you liked it. And REVIEW!!!! If you don't the ninja chickens will attack. And that won't be pretty. So review, and email me if you have any questions! My email is under my profile!
DDStalker