I leave for Australia the fourteenth!!!!!! I am so excited cauz I've never been there and I get to see my sister and is anybody that reads this story from Aussie? Just wondering... Probably not. Anyways my point is I'm going to try and get this chapter up, so it might be a little shorter than the rest. I just want to get this up cauz I'll be gone for three weeks and you know, my all of three readers will just be so impatient for me to update. Or at least I like to tell myself that.
Hmmmm... you know what would be cool? If I came back to a whole bunch of reviews. sigh that'd be great. I'm hinting here, people. Very blatantly.
DRACO'S P.O.V.
Chapter Eight: parting is such a sweet sorrow
"I'd like you to find out." I whispered and forced myself to get up and walk away. I was not going to get into this. This was insane. No, it wasn't insane! I didn't like that little Weasley anyways! So it's not even a problem for me to walk away. I don't really care that I'd be putting her in danger to get involved; it's the fact that I don't like her. I don't. I won't. It's not even an issue.
By the time I got to the house, there were streaks of red and yellow stretching out towards the rest of the sky from the horizon, signaling the sun was rising. Little Weasley hadn't followed me, thank goodness. I didn't want to run into her again, I was embarrassed for some reason.
I walked into my room and looked around desperately for something to distract myself. I found a book about dragons stuffed into the back of the desk. Maybe this had been Charlie's old room; I think he works with dragons.
These species are found only in the most northern regions of Russia, preferring to stay in small caverns and tunnels in the snow, which sometimes collapse, taking unsuspecting muggles and wizards into the chasms of...
I felt like I'd been thrown into a chasm, even more so with what just happened. I was lost in a tunnel of confusion, and Ginny was the dragon. I didn't know what to think, I didn't want to be thinking these things in the first place. If my father knew that I was staying with the Weasley's he'd go after their whole family with a passion, with the direct purpose of killing them instead of just wanting them out of the way. It'd be ten times worse if he knew I was involved.... Well, that way with any of the 'blood traitors'.
After a few minutes I fell asleep put of pure mental exhaustion, even though my body was restless and my eyes had trouble keeping closed.
"What in the blazes does he think he's doing?!" Once again, when we all least expected it, an owl came flying in, with a letter that could mean nothing but trouble.
"What Molly, what is it?" Mr. Weasley rushed across the living room (where a few scattered people were lounging) and stood behind her, reading over her shoulder.
"No! This isn't even thinkable! Right after what just happened, they'll all be outraged that they failed; I'm not going to let him go out like this! No, I'll just have to talk to Dumbledore about this; this isn't going to fly with me."
"Molly, I'm sure Dumbledore knows what he's doing, he's never led us wrong before." It was a hopeless argument though; even I knew that from my short stay in the Weasley household. If Molly was going to argue about something, she was going to win. At least with her husband.
I went back to playing exploding snap with the twins and Angelina.
"Sooooo, Malfoy did you really come over to our side, or is this all just an act?" Fred said, removing a card from the towering pile.
"Oh however did you find out?" I said expressionlessly, and Fred laughed.
Angelina grinned. "I'm not used to you being funny in the ha ha way."
"Father's order's"
"I see." Angeilina said, removing her card.
"Probably not, but that's all you need to know." I was saying it jokingly even though it was true.
I looked up and saw Ginny sneaking up behind George, who was concentrating on the pile of cards in front of him. When Ginny saw me notice her, she blushed and put her finger up to her lips in the universal sign of 'shhhh'.
RAWR! Ginny screamed in his ear and grabbed his neck, and he screamed in a high pitched voice before knocking the whole pile over, blowing up in his face and singing his eyebrows.
He squirmed around on the couch and pulled her by her arms onto the cough next to him, and started to tickle her. "George- I'm- going to- kill- you!" Ginny said between gasps. George just laughed, and in that second of weakness, Ginny squirmed out of his grasp and lunged out of his reach; coincidentally, that path was right onto my lap.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Her face was bright red and I could feel my own treacherous cheeks beginning to feel warm. She leaped off and George and Fred were just barely staying on the cough, they were laughing so hard. Angelina was politely sniggering into her hands.
"I hate you." Ginny glared at George, which just made him laugh harder. The laughing itself made me laugh, hardly anyone ever laughed in my house, and the look that Ginny gave me made me laugh even harder and me laughing made Fred and George laugh harder and when Bill walked in with all of us laughing hysterically and Ginny standing in the middle, giving everyone dirty looks, he started laughing too.
After a few moments I noticed Ginny's mouth was twitching and finally she just laughed too, kneeling on the floor next to Fred.
"What...?" Percy walked in just then and, smiling weakly, left again. I wondered what the matter was.
Ginny had noticed Percy too and had stopped laughing, looking at the spot where Percy had last been with a teary sadness. Now I really wondered what was the matter with Percy. Ginny saw me watching her and the sadness cleared up, replaced by a savagely defiant glare.
Why was she so confusing? Jeez, everything about this place was confusing, things about Vi and Percy that I obviously didn't know and everyone laughing and forgiving, this was all way different from what I was used to.
My thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley storming back in, and for one hopeful moment I thought she was going to shed some light on what her and MR. Weasley had been talking about. The hopes were thrown out the window as she started to talk. "Ginny, do you have all the school supplies you need?" Mrs. Weasley was glaring at her almost as if she wanted her to say no, giving her a reason to yell at her.
"Yes mum, and all the stuff I don't need until then is packed." Ginny said, still looking past her mothers shoulder to wear Percy had disappeared.
"Fine." She huffed, and stomped out.
"You know, I wonder what her and dad were talking about." Fred said thoughtfully, surprising me. I thought I had been the only one to hear this conversation.
"Well, said George in mock concentration, "Who do we know that concerns us that shouldn't go out in public because certain someone's will be pissed they failed?" Her put his finger on his chin and stared at Fred, who was glaring right back.
He muttered something incoherently that didn't seem to bother George.
"I figured they were talking about me too, i suppose I'm not supposed to leave the house."
"Well where would you go?" Ginny asked, and for a second I swear I saw concern in those eyes before it was replaced by emotionless curiosity.
"I have no where else to go, I guess." Why did that make me feel so helpless? Maybe because you are helpless, I thought.
"And plus we want you to stay around, your starting to grow on us all." Vi had walked in, closely followed by Harry who looked disgruntled. "Aren't we!?"
She elbowed Harry, who started and put on a fake smile. "Yeah!"
Ginny laughed. "Wow, Harry you should be an actor."
Harry scowled. "Well fine! He's not growing on me but I'll put up with him."
"Thanks... I guess.... I'm not entirely sure." Everyone laughed and Harry smiled half heartedly.
The days passed slowly, crawling by in lazy haze. I talked animatedly with people I thought I'd known for along time, and people I was just getting to know. I ate tons of fabulous food made by Mrs. Weasley and met members of the Order that stopped by to talk to their fellow members. All these people seemed especially surprised to see me, especially Moody who blatantly showed that he didn't like or trust me.
All these chats that excluded me and Ginny (the only non-Order members in the house) gave us a lot of time to talk and by the time Ginny was to leave for school, I guess you could say I was friends with her. It was still a little awkward, the repercussions of that one night still radiating around me. I told myself that it would have been worse if I had gone on with it. At least she wasn't furious with me.
"Ginny! We have to get you to the train! You're packed right?!?!" Mrs. Weasley was running around like mad and I could tell this was old stuff for all the members of the family, who avoided her bustling form with skill that can only be acquired by numerous times experiencing the same thing.
"Well... almost." I'd lied to my father enough to know she wasn't exactly telling the truth. And I was sure that Mrs. Weasley knew that too, as she glared up the stairs and then rushed up to sort things out, hindered only by me, who hasn't quite as used to jumping out of her way.
"Oh, sorry dear, I just have to-" she didn't even finish her sentence because a series of loud clunking noises. It sounded suspiciously like a body falling down the stairs.
And, sure enough I saw the blurred form of Ginny rolling down the stairs, her hair flying all over the place. As is custom when people fall down the stairs, they stop when the ground evens out. Either that or they fall into the arms of an unsuspecting, rather flustered victim that happens to be standing at the end of the stairs. And wouldn't you know it that unsuspecting victim was me.
Once again we were in a really embarrassing situation, where Ginny ended up in my arms. That just seemed to happen a lot. "That's the SECOND time I've done that, only last time it wasn't my fault." Then she seemed to realize who had his arms under her arms, holding her up. Namely me. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm such a freak I can't even walk down the stairs." She looked quite as flustered as I felt and straitened out her clothing that had twisted around her to the point where they looked almost obscene.
She was blushing a deep red and Mrs. Weasley rushed up behind Ginny, and gave her a big hug. "Oh! You could have been hurt i thought for sure Fred and George had done it again, but I guess not. It's a good thing you were there, Draco." Then she got back down to business. "Pack! Otherwise you're walking to Hogwarts!"
Ginny grumbled and stomped up the stairs, leaving me alone and embarrassed at the end of the staircase.
Someone came up behind me, and I turned to see Bill standing there. "Niiiiice. I like your style." This confused me, my style at what?
"Huh? My style at what?"
"How you caught her, I wouldn't have thought of that."
I gawked at him, surely he was not suggesting what I thought he was suggesting. "What are you saying?"
"How would I have thought of that? I didn't plan her falling down the loody stairs! She could have gotten hurt!" I didn't like where this was going, this didn't seem like Bill at all. This seemed like some unknown, womanizing Bill who I hadn't met before. This seemed like a sleezy, slightly creepy Bill that hadn't quite come out yet.
He grinned and slapped my shoulder. "aw, I was just kidding mate. And you've proved yourself by me, good job. Remember, I'm the protective older brother you have to go through some kind of test to get by me to my sister unscathed."
I was glad he was joking about the first part but it still seemed like he was suggesting something that was most definitely not true. "So, you're saying you think I like your sister?" I tried to sound like it was funny, and that he was crazy for thinking it but I think It came out more of a guilty affirmative.
"Well yes I was actually. And I don't think, I know." He walked off, leaving me alone, embarrassed, and now confused. I was very rarely either of those things, except the alone part. I'd been alone often enough.
I shook my head and started up the stairs, right as Mrs. Weasley started down. I got out of her way, almost as skillfully as the other occupants of the house and continued up the stairs. I almost reached my room without another embarrassing inident, but that would have been to much to hope for.
Ginny walked backward out of her room, lugging a heavy trunk behind her. She dropped it when she saw me and straitened up, brushing hair out her face.
"Hey."
"Hey, leaving soon?" I asked. I was pretty sure I succeded in sounding indifferent.
"Yup, right now in fact. I don't think anyone else is coming, they're all staying here. No leaving committee for me of course." She laughed shifted her weight to the other foot, looking uncomfortable.
"Ahh, you have one here. Everyone will miss you, I'm sure."
"Everyone?" she asked, looking me straight in the eye and I started to gaze somewhere past her left shoulder.
"What?"
"Never mind, well anyways bye." She held out her hand and I shook it, still not meeting her eye. All the sudden it felt very real to me I wasn't going to see her for another few months at least and I pulled her into a hug. She stiffened up but then relaxed, awkwardly patting my back.
And again my face heated up as I pulled away. I was starting to think my face had some sort of complex. I never blushed. Malfoy's never blushed. But yet that didn't stop my treacherous cheeks from turning red and she was looking away now too, suddenly fascinated by her left shoe.
"Well then, bye. See you in a while. Good luck." She met my eye at the last part and through all the things people had said about things being fine, that phrase meant more to me than it all.
"Thanks. You too." She picked up her trunk again. "You want me to get that?"
"You could help." I walked by her and picked the other side, and slowly we made it down the stairs without incident. I had begun to think the staircase was after me.
A while later I was sitting in my room, once again trying to distract myself. But I gave up. There was one thing on my mind. A certain head strong, red headed, pretty thing with an addictive laugh.
And the chapter ends! It was a little longer than I had expected but still short. I promise the next one will be longer.
And to the reviwers!
Foolish Fish: Yes, you should read the next chapter. Lol I'm glad you like it and I like the thought of Draco being nice too although I don't; think it'll happen in the books and stuff.
Keeper of the Stars: Hi lover!!! Lol I'm glad you like it you better have written a few more chapters of your story by the time I get back cauz it's awesome!! Two more by the time I get back!!! That is your goal!
I can show you the world!!!! Shining shimmering splendid, tell me princess now when you did you last let your heart decide! I can open your eyes take you wonder by wonder over sideways and under on a magic carpet ride!!!!!! A whooole new world!!!
Sorry. Had a little Aladdin spasm. Why Aladdin you ask? Because Aladdin is fing AWESOME.
Hmmmm... you know what would be cool? If I came back to a whole bunch of reviews. sigh that'd be great. I'm hinting here, people. Very blatantly.
DRACO'S P.O.V.
Chapter Eight: parting is such a sweet sorrow
"I'd like you to find out." I whispered and forced myself to get up and walk away. I was not going to get into this. This was insane. No, it wasn't insane! I didn't like that little Weasley anyways! So it's not even a problem for me to walk away. I don't really care that I'd be putting her in danger to get involved; it's the fact that I don't like her. I don't. I won't. It's not even an issue.
By the time I got to the house, there were streaks of red and yellow stretching out towards the rest of the sky from the horizon, signaling the sun was rising. Little Weasley hadn't followed me, thank goodness. I didn't want to run into her again, I was embarrassed for some reason.
I walked into my room and looked around desperately for something to distract myself. I found a book about dragons stuffed into the back of the desk. Maybe this had been Charlie's old room; I think he works with dragons.
These species are found only in the most northern regions of Russia, preferring to stay in small caverns and tunnels in the snow, which sometimes collapse, taking unsuspecting muggles and wizards into the chasms of...
I felt like I'd been thrown into a chasm, even more so with what just happened. I was lost in a tunnel of confusion, and Ginny was the dragon. I didn't know what to think, I didn't want to be thinking these things in the first place. If my father knew that I was staying with the Weasley's he'd go after their whole family with a passion, with the direct purpose of killing them instead of just wanting them out of the way. It'd be ten times worse if he knew I was involved.... Well, that way with any of the 'blood traitors'.
After a few minutes I fell asleep put of pure mental exhaustion, even though my body was restless and my eyes had trouble keeping closed.
"What in the blazes does he think he's doing?!" Once again, when we all least expected it, an owl came flying in, with a letter that could mean nothing but trouble.
"What Molly, what is it?" Mr. Weasley rushed across the living room (where a few scattered people were lounging) and stood behind her, reading over her shoulder.
"No! This isn't even thinkable! Right after what just happened, they'll all be outraged that they failed; I'm not going to let him go out like this! No, I'll just have to talk to Dumbledore about this; this isn't going to fly with me."
"Molly, I'm sure Dumbledore knows what he's doing, he's never led us wrong before." It was a hopeless argument though; even I knew that from my short stay in the Weasley household. If Molly was going to argue about something, she was going to win. At least with her husband.
I went back to playing exploding snap with the twins and Angelina.
"Sooooo, Malfoy did you really come over to our side, or is this all just an act?" Fred said, removing a card from the towering pile.
"Oh however did you find out?" I said expressionlessly, and Fred laughed.
Angelina grinned. "I'm not used to you being funny in the ha ha way."
"Father's order's"
"I see." Angeilina said, removing her card.
"Probably not, but that's all you need to know." I was saying it jokingly even though it was true.
I looked up and saw Ginny sneaking up behind George, who was concentrating on the pile of cards in front of him. When Ginny saw me notice her, she blushed and put her finger up to her lips in the universal sign of 'shhhh'.
RAWR! Ginny screamed in his ear and grabbed his neck, and he screamed in a high pitched voice before knocking the whole pile over, blowing up in his face and singing his eyebrows.
He squirmed around on the couch and pulled her by her arms onto the cough next to him, and started to tickle her. "George- I'm- going to- kill- you!" Ginny said between gasps. George just laughed, and in that second of weakness, Ginny squirmed out of his grasp and lunged out of his reach; coincidentally, that path was right onto my lap.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Her face was bright red and I could feel my own treacherous cheeks beginning to feel warm. She leaped off and George and Fred were just barely staying on the cough, they were laughing so hard. Angelina was politely sniggering into her hands.
"I hate you." Ginny glared at George, which just made him laugh harder. The laughing itself made me laugh, hardly anyone ever laughed in my house, and the look that Ginny gave me made me laugh even harder and me laughing made Fred and George laugh harder and when Bill walked in with all of us laughing hysterically and Ginny standing in the middle, giving everyone dirty looks, he started laughing too.
After a few moments I noticed Ginny's mouth was twitching and finally she just laughed too, kneeling on the floor next to Fred.
"What...?" Percy walked in just then and, smiling weakly, left again. I wondered what the matter was.
Ginny had noticed Percy too and had stopped laughing, looking at the spot where Percy had last been with a teary sadness. Now I really wondered what was the matter with Percy. Ginny saw me watching her and the sadness cleared up, replaced by a savagely defiant glare.
Why was she so confusing? Jeez, everything about this place was confusing, things about Vi and Percy that I obviously didn't know and everyone laughing and forgiving, this was all way different from what I was used to.
My thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley storming back in, and for one hopeful moment I thought she was going to shed some light on what her and MR. Weasley had been talking about. The hopes were thrown out the window as she started to talk. "Ginny, do you have all the school supplies you need?" Mrs. Weasley was glaring at her almost as if she wanted her to say no, giving her a reason to yell at her.
"Yes mum, and all the stuff I don't need until then is packed." Ginny said, still looking past her mothers shoulder to wear Percy had disappeared.
"Fine." She huffed, and stomped out.
"You know, I wonder what her and dad were talking about." Fred said thoughtfully, surprising me. I thought I had been the only one to hear this conversation.
"Well, said George in mock concentration, "Who do we know that concerns us that shouldn't go out in public because certain someone's will be pissed they failed?" Her put his finger on his chin and stared at Fred, who was glaring right back.
He muttered something incoherently that didn't seem to bother George.
"I figured they were talking about me too, i suppose I'm not supposed to leave the house."
"Well where would you go?" Ginny asked, and for a second I swear I saw concern in those eyes before it was replaced by emotionless curiosity.
"I have no where else to go, I guess." Why did that make me feel so helpless? Maybe because you are helpless, I thought.
"And plus we want you to stay around, your starting to grow on us all." Vi had walked in, closely followed by Harry who looked disgruntled. "Aren't we!?"
She elbowed Harry, who started and put on a fake smile. "Yeah!"
Ginny laughed. "Wow, Harry you should be an actor."
Harry scowled. "Well fine! He's not growing on me but I'll put up with him."
"Thanks... I guess.... I'm not entirely sure." Everyone laughed and Harry smiled half heartedly.
The days passed slowly, crawling by in lazy haze. I talked animatedly with people I thought I'd known for along time, and people I was just getting to know. I ate tons of fabulous food made by Mrs. Weasley and met members of the Order that stopped by to talk to their fellow members. All these people seemed especially surprised to see me, especially Moody who blatantly showed that he didn't like or trust me.
All these chats that excluded me and Ginny (the only non-Order members in the house) gave us a lot of time to talk and by the time Ginny was to leave for school, I guess you could say I was friends with her. It was still a little awkward, the repercussions of that one night still radiating around me. I told myself that it would have been worse if I had gone on with it. At least she wasn't furious with me.
"Ginny! We have to get you to the train! You're packed right?!?!" Mrs. Weasley was running around like mad and I could tell this was old stuff for all the members of the family, who avoided her bustling form with skill that can only be acquired by numerous times experiencing the same thing.
"Well... almost." I'd lied to my father enough to know she wasn't exactly telling the truth. And I was sure that Mrs. Weasley knew that too, as she glared up the stairs and then rushed up to sort things out, hindered only by me, who hasn't quite as used to jumping out of her way.
"Oh, sorry dear, I just have to-" she didn't even finish her sentence because a series of loud clunking noises. It sounded suspiciously like a body falling down the stairs.
And, sure enough I saw the blurred form of Ginny rolling down the stairs, her hair flying all over the place. As is custom when people fall down the stairs, they stop when the ground evens out. Either that or they fall into the arms of an unsuspecting, rather flustered victim that happens to be standing at the end of the stairs. And wouldn't you know it that unsuspecting victim was me.
Once again we were in a really embarrassing situation, where Ginny ended up in my arms. That just seemed to happen a lot. "That's the SECOND time I've done that, only last time it wasn't my fault." Then she seemed to realize who had his arms under her arms, holding her up. Namely me. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm such a freak I can't even walk down the stairs." She looked quite as flustered as I felt and straitened out her clothing that had twisted around her to the point where they looked almost obscene.
She was blushing a deep red and Mrs. Weasley rushed up behind Ginny, and gave her a big hug. "Oh! You could have been hurt i thought for sure Fred and George had done it again, but I guess not. It's a good thing you were there, Draco." Then she got back down to business. "Pack! Otherwise you're walking to Hogwarts!"
Ginny grumbled and stomped up the stairs, leaving me alone and embarrassed at the end of the staircase.
Someone came up behind me, and I turned to see Bill standing there. "Niiiiice. I like your style." This confused me, my style at what?
"Huh? My style at what?"
"How you caught her, I wouldn't have thought of that."
I gawked at him, surely he was not suggesting what I thought he was suggesting. "What are you saying?"
"How would I have thought of that? I didn't plan her falling down the loody stairs! She could have gotten hurt!" I didn't like where this was going, this didn't seem like Bill at all. This seemed like some unknown, womanizing Bill who I hadn't met before. This seemed like a sleezy, slightly creepy Bill that hadn't quite come out yet.
He grinned and slapped my shoulder. "aw, I was just kidding mate. And you've proved yourself by me, good job. Remember, I'm the protective older brother you have to go through some kind of test to get by me to my sister unscathed."
I was glad he was joking about the first part but it still seemed like he was suggesting something that was most definitely not true. "So, you're saying you think I like your sister?" I tried to sound like it was funny, and that he was crazy for thinking it but I think It came out more of a guilty affirmative.
"Well yes I was actually. And I don't think, I know." He walked off, leaving me alone, embarrassed, and now confused. I was very rarely either of those things, except the alone part. I'd been alone often enough.
I shook my head and started up the stairs, right as Mrs. Weasley started down. I got out of her way, almost as skillfully as the other occupants of the house and continued up the stairs. I almost reached my room without another embarrassing inident, but that would have been to much to hope for.
Ginny walked backward out of her room, lugging a heavy trunk behind her. She dropped it when she saw me and straitened up, brushing hair out her face.
"Hey."
"Hey, leaving soon?" I asked. I was pretty sure I succeded in sounding indifferent.
"Yup, right now in fact. I don't think anyone else is coming, they're all staying here. No leaving committee for me of course." She laughed shifted her weight to the other foot, looking uncomfortable.
"Ahh, you have one here. Everyone will miss you, I'm sure."
"Everyone?" she asked, looking me straight in the eye and I started to gaze somewhere past her left shoulder.
"What?"
"Never mind, well anyways bye." She held out her hand and I shook it, still not meeting her eye. All the sudden it felt very real to me I wasn't going to see her for another few months at least and I pulled her into a hug. She stiffened up but then relaxed, awkwardly patting my back.
And again my face heated up as I pulled away. I was starting to think my face had some sort of complex. I never blushed. Malfoy's never blushed. But yet that didn't stop my treacherous cheeks from turning red and she was looking away now too, suddenly fascinated by her left shoe.
"Well then, bye. See you in a while. Good luck." She met my eye at the last part and through all the things people had said about things being fine, that phrase meant more to me than it all.
"Thanks. You too." She picked up her trunk again. "You want me to get that?"
"You could help." I walked by her and picked the other side, and slowly we made it down the stairs without incident. I had begun to think the staircase was after me.
A while later I was sitting in my room, once again trying to distract myself. But I gave up. There was one thing on my mind. A certain head strong, red headed, pretty thing with an addictive laugh.
And the chapter ends! It was a little longer than I had expected but still short. I promise the next one will be longer.
And to the reviwers!
Foolish Fish: Yes, you should read the next chapter. Lol I'm glad you like it and I like the thought of Draco being nice too although I don't; think it'll happen in the books and stuff.
Keeper of the Stars: Hi lover!!! Lol I'm glad you like it you better have written a few more chapters of your story by the time I get back cauz it's awesome!! Two more by the time I get back!!! That is your goal!
I can show you the world!!!! Shining shimmering splendid, tell me princess now when you did you last let your heart decide! I can open your eyes take you wonder by wonder over sideways and under on a magic carpet ride!!!!!! A whooole new world!!!
Sorry. Had a little Aladdin spasm. Why Aladdin you ask? Because Aladdin is fing AWESOME.