Sequel to A Bump in the Night
Chapter 2 of Missionaries:
Peace Train
'Cause out on the edge of darkness
There rides a peace train
Oh peace train- take this country
Come take me home again.
-Cat Stevens
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-Startled awake they looked up to see Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle framed in the doorway.-
"Well, well, well," Pansy sneered. "Looks like He was right." She sauntered into the compartment, her hair swishing back and forth, a glint in her eye and a smile that just oozed evil. "Draco has turned against the Dark Lord."
Draco's hands tightened around Ginny's middle, protectively. "What do you want, Pansy?" Draco demanded, glaring at his former girlfriend. Pansy however did not bother to answer Draco's question.
"Crabbe, Goyle," Pansy simpered. She signaled them and the boys lumbered forward towards the couple.
"Get the hell-!" Ginny started as the two brutes reached her and Draco reached for his wand. Crap! Draco searched for his wand in his pockets as Crabbe unlatched a struggling Ginny from him.
Pansy cackled as she waved his wand in front of the Slytherin blonde.
"Draco!" Ginny cried as she was manhandled to emergency door in the back of the car.
"Gin!" Draco struggled to the hallway. "Get your fucking hands off her!" Pansy however latched onto him with her free hand, "Now Draco-."
Just then Goyle opened the door and pushed a screaming Ginny out!
"NOOO!" Draco yelled as he spun around and punched the pug-faced girl who was shrieking with laughter, while grabbing his wand too.
This seemed to infuriate the two goons as Pansy went down, blood gushing from her nose. They too grabbed Draco and shoved him out to the small windy platform. Struggling to hang on to the railing, Draco looked at the side of the train from which Ginny had fallen. It was slopped and was merely a green blur. Goyle and Crabbe released sparks from their wands onto Draco's hands. Howling from the burning pain, Draco's involuntary reflexes released him from the rail and he was airborne.
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Draco's squinted eyes blended greens and greys of the world as his body flew from the train. Draco's mind shut down as his body subconsciously prepared to meet the earth. All Draco could focus on was the sky in those agonizing minutes before he landed. He met the earth with an almighty 'THUD' and 'SKID'. Struggling to groan and breath at the same time, Draco laid as still a possible, his body full of pain from the fall.
My back is broken, he thought. I'm just...going to rest. Just then the image of Ginny screaming as she flew off the train landing- no, pushed – popped into his head.
"Ginny," Draco croaked, trying to roll over.
Finally he was able to get up and stagger in the direction where Ginny had fallen despite the pain that was shooting through his back and hands. "Ginny." Draco tried to project but his ragged breath hindered that. After walking in the grassy, dreary valley, following the train tracks, he spotted a patch of red amongst the dull green and brown grass.
"Gin!" Draco limped as he walked faster.
Hearing her name, Ginny's face peeked above the grass. "Draco!" she called out weakly.
Draco stumbled to his knees, painfully, but he was by her side at last. "Ginny! Are you alright?" Draco gasped out.
"No," Ginny choked out as tears swam in front of her eyes, making the boy in front of her a blur. "Y- You came for me... y-you j-jumped off the b- bloody-y train. Are you ok?"
"No." Draco looked at the hands he cradled to him.
Ginny reached and nudged the boy to her as sobs racked her body. "I- I think I b-broke my a-a-ankle..." she stuttered into his chest.
Ok. Draco had to think. What are we going to do?
"Let me see it." He moved from her embrace. She looked as bad as he felt. Her hair was full of dirt and her clothes were muddied and torn. Clutching a scraped elbow she pointed to her right foot.
Draco tenderly pulled her shoe and sock off. Immediately he could see her ankle and foot were already bruised and swelling. "Can you move it?" He asked, remembering what Madam Pomphrey had done when he broke his arm in third year.
"I think so," she said as she inched her foot around.
"Um..." Draco mused, looking at the limb in question. "There aren't any bones sticking out so I don't think anything is broken."
"Ginny let out a sigh of relief and pain. "Its probably sprained then," she gritted out.
Draco took out his wand from where he had shoved it in a front pocket before falling off the train and muttered a spell to help the bruising and swelling. "That's all I know. I haven't learned a spell for pain yet," he told her apologetically.
"That's alright," Ginny said bravely. "I'll be ok."
They checked Draco but fortunately only seemed to have bruises and the burns on his hands. Ginny tore some of her shirt off an after cleaning it as best she could with water from her wand, wrapped the material around his hand.
"What do we do now?" Ginny asked, awed by the fact they hadn't been hurt any further.
"Well, we can either go in the direction of school, London, or wait here for a search party, Death Eaters, or Gods-know what."
"Ginny looked at Draco in silence. Then-
"I vote for school-."
'CRASH!!'
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A/N: How do you think it is going so far?
Chapter 3: Meanwhile on the train.... Chapter 4: answer to the crash...
Chapter 2 of Missionaries:
Peace Train
'Cause out on the edge of darkness
There rides a peace train
Oh peace train- take this country
Come take me home again.
-Cat Stevens
----------------------------------------------------------------------
-Startled awake they looked up to see Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle framed in the doorway.-
"Well, well, well," Pansy sneered. "Looks like He was right." She sauntered into the compartment, her hair swishing back and forth, a glint in her eye and a smile that just oozed evil. "Draco has turned against the Dark Lord."
Draco's hands tightened around Ginny's middle, protectively. "What do you want, Pansy?" Draco demanded, glaring at his former girlfriend. Pansy however did not bother to answer Draco's question.
"Crabbe, Goyle," Pansy simpered. She signaled them and the boys lumbered forward towards the couple.
"Get the hell-!" Ginny started as the two brutes reached her and Draco reached for his wand. Crap! Draco searched for his wand in his pockets as Crabbe unlatched a struggling Ginny from him.
Pansy cackled as she waved his wand in front of the Slytherin blonde.
"Draco!" Ginny cried as she was manhandled to emergency door in the back of the car.
"Gin!" Draco struggled to the hallway. "Get your fucking hands off her!" Pansy however latched onto him with her free hand, "Now Draco-."
Just then Goyle opened the door and pushed a screaming Ginny out!
"NOOO!" Draco yelled as he spun around and punched the pug-faced girl who was shrieking with laughter, while grabbing his wand too.
This seemed to infuriate the two goons as Pansy went down, blood gushing from her nose. They too grabbed Draco and shoved him out to the small windy platform. Struggling to hang on to the railing, Draco looked at the side of the train from which Ginny had fallen. It was slopped and was merely a green blur. Goyle and Crabbe released sparks from their wands onto Draco's hands. Howling from the burning pain, Draco's involuntary reflexes released him from the rail and he was airborne.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------
Draco's squinted eyes blended greens and greys of the world as his body flew from the train. Draco's mind shut down as his body subconsciously prepared to meet the earth. All Draco could focus on was the sky in those agonizing minutes before he landed. He met the earth with an almighty 'THUD' and 'SKID'. Struggling to groan and breath at the same time, Draco laid as still a possible, his body full of pain from the fall.
My back is broken, he thought. I'm just...going to rest. Just then the image of Ginny screaming as she flew off the train landing- no, pushed – popped into his head.
"Ginny," Draco croaked, trying to roll over.
Finally he was able to get up and stagger in the direction where Ginny had fallen despite the pain that was shooting through his back and hands. "Ginny." Draco tried to project but his ragged breath hindered that. After walking in the grassy, dreary valley, following the train tracks, he spotted a patch of red amongst the dull green and brown grass.
"Gin!" Draco limped as he walked faster.
Hearing her name, Ginny's face peeked above the grass. "Draco!" she called out weakly.
Draco stumbled to his knees, painfully, but he was by her side at last. "Ginny! Are you alright?" Draco gasped out.
"No," Ginny choked out as tears swam in front of her eyes, making the boy in front of her a blur. "Y- You came for me... y-you j-jumped off the b- bloody-y train. Are you ok?"
"No." Draco looked at the hands he cradled to him.
Ginny reached and nudged the boy to her as sobs racked her body. "I- I think I b-broke my a-a-ankle..." she stuttered into his chest.
Ok. Draco had to think. What are we going to do?
"Let me see it." He moved from her embrace. She looked as bad as he felt. Her hair was full of dirt and her clothes were muddied and torn. Clutching a scraped elbow she pointed to her right foot.
Draco tenderly pulled her shoe and sock off. Immediately he could see her ankle and foot were already bruised and swelling. "Can you move it?" He asked, remembering what Madam Pomphrey had done when he broke his arm in third year.
"I think so," she said as she inched her foot around.
"Um..." Draco mused, looking at the limb in question. "There aren't any bones sticking out so I don't think anything is broken."
"Ginny let out a sigh of relief and pain. "Its probably sprained then," she gritted out.
Draco took out his wand from where he had shoved it in a front pocket before falling off the train and muttered a spell to help the bruising and swelling. "That's all I know. I haven't learned a spell for pain yet," he told her apologetically.
"That's alright," Ginny said bravely. "I'll be ok."
They checked Draco but fortunately only seemed to have bruises and the burns on his hands. Ginny tore some of her shirt off an after cleaning it as best she could with water from her wand, wrapped the material around his hand.
"What do we do now?" Ginny asked, awed by the fact they hadn't been hurt any further.
"Well, we can either go in the direction of school, London, or wait here for a search party, Death Eaters, or Gods-know what."
"Ginny looked at Draco in silence. Then-
"I vote for school-."
'CRASH!!'
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A/N: How do you think it is going so far?
Chapter 3: Meanwhile on the train.... Chapter 4: answer to the crash...