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The Moon in the sky swelled with each passing day, and with it grew Ginny's confidence that she could pull through with her plan.
About 2 weeks after their first encounter Draco and Ginny had fallen into a routine: Meet on quidtch pitch, he tells her what he dreamt about, then he stomps away. Nothing too complicated. Although she was a bit disappointed, she guessed was the word, that he'd never relax or just talk about anything else. Just business, and that in it's self was torture for him.
And maybe a bit for her too...what he dreamt about most nights shouldn't be spoken of at all. Dreamless sleep potions, she found out, worked a little while for him, and then wore off about two in the morning. Not much use for him.
Every time he tells her exactly what happened in his mind...she wants to see his scars. Odd really, she thought that her self. But she couldn't help it. Being raised in such a loving family, or at least she was happy when she was little, kind of makes you forget all the animosity in the world. She almost couldn't believe what had been done to him.
One evening she pointed out a scar on his wrist, which turned out to be a bad idea. He was getting used to her being around, almost comfortable with her, or at least she thought he was, but as soon as she mentioned that scar it was like being back at square one. Practice had been put into his skill of being cold, but his reaction was beyond that. He said it wasn't from his father in such a voice, even she didn't want to know how he'd gotten it, but also she knew the subject was closed even if she did. After that he wore gloves, she could only guess it wasn't because of the increasingly chilly whether.
It was strange. Draco Malfoy, 'her enemy', was confiding in her secrets that no one, in all Hogwarts or else ware, had ever heard. Sometimes she liked to fool her self into thinking that he did this because he trusted her…but she truly doubted that he did to any degree. Maybe it was because he insisted on making sure there was absolutely no one around them when they met, and sometimes he would insist they move under the shadows from the stadium seating area so they wouldn't even be seen at a glance. Yes, those were a few good reasons but mostly it was the look in his eyes, that look plainly said, "You know I wouldn't be here unless I absolutely had to be, and I'd rather rip your god damn throat out than resort to this for your silence…"
He despised her, she knew it, but what other way could she go about this? Seduce him? Ginny almost burst out in laughter at the thought. He wouldn't skip out on such a chance to use her then tell every one with ears every intimate detail…no, that wouldn't work at all.
Being sneaky, for her, was no problem. With brothers like Fred and George how could you /not/ pick up a thing or two. But with Draco, it was like he saw right through her immediately or with his eyes he could draw information from her with a glance. Because of this she was actually kind of glad he didn't have any continued conversation with her other than what was needed.
Virginia sighed and stood from where she sat; a stair located some where in the many endless stairwells through out Hogwarts, and made her way out side. Drawing up a scarf around her, and pushing open the doors she took a deep breath of night air. She wasn't sure how much longer Draco was going to play along, he was getting to suspicious, and even though he didn't ask Ginny knew he had a million questions that she could not give him answers to, just yet. This tired and aggravated her, but maybe tonight she could explain to him /why/ she needs this from him. Maybe that will keep him entertained, at least for a while.
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"I'm in a dark room. It starts out as just me noticing its dark, I'm not aware of my body or anything around me really. Just blackness. Then I start to feel my hands, then my arms, and my chest...It's almost like I was waking up a bit at a time. But I can't move because I'm tied to something..." He slowly stopped talking, remembering exactly what had happened that night, and started to shake slightly.
A voice brought him out of his memories, "Tied to what?"
"Huh?"
"I said, tied to what." Then a look of realization came across her face as she caught glimpses of his thoughts, "Oh, Is this the one where you're tied to the bed?"
Draco gritted his teeth and looked straight ahead, 'This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening'
Oh, but it was...
Taking a deep breath he muttered a small "yes". His cheeks were slightly pink, and his head bowed. How could he tell her what happened? Anger once again flashed in him, /why/ should he tell her!?
"Why do I have to /tell/ you. Why?! You already know what happens, you know how it all ends right up until I can no longer sleep. Is that what you want to hear? That I'm feeble?! That I'm so fucked up I can barley close my eyes at night?!" His breathing had quickened during his little speech, and although he'd love to yell...this information he'd prefer to keep between them.
But she was not fazed by his out burst, not in the least. In fact she was studying him now; her eyes measured him like he was being put to the test.
"Alright I'll tell you why if you tell me the rest. Deal?" He gave a slight nod, focusing back on a spot some where on the other side of the pitch. She sighed.
"I'm a Collector, well /The/ Collector actually." And she stopped as if that explained everything.
"Collector? What the bloody hell is that?"
She sighed, and got comfortable; this was going to be a /long/ evening.
(A/N): I know I said this would be longer, but this is actually just a bridge chapter. sorry! next chapter explain everything though, maybe then you'll have an idea of what this is all about
My Email -=- cat_eyed_gypsy@hotmail.com
-Dimi
The Moon in the sky swelled with each passing day, and with it grew Ginny's confidence that she could pull through with her plan.
About 2 weeks after their first encounter Draco and Ginny had fallen into a routine: Meet on quidtch pitch, he tells her what he dreamt about, then he stomps away. Nothing too complicated. Although she was a bit disappointed, she guessed was the word, that he'd never relax or just talk about anything else. Just business, and that in it's self was torture for him.
And maybe a bit for her too...what he dreamt about most nights shouldn't be spoken of at all. Dreamless sleep potions, she found out, worked a little while for him, and then wore off about two in the morning. Not much use for him.
Every time he tells her exactly what happened in his mind...she wants to see his scars. Odd really, she thought that her self. But she couldn't help it. Being raised in such a loving family, or at least she was happy when she was little, kind of makes you forget all the animosity in the world. She almost couldn't believe what had been done to him.
One evening she pointed out a scar on his wrist, which turned out to be a bad idea. He was getting used to her being around, almost comfortable with her, or at least she thought he was, but as soon as she mentioned that scar it was like being back at square one. Practice had been put into his skill of being cold, but his reaction was beyond that. He said it wasn't from his father in such a voice, even she didn't want to know how he'd gotten it, but also she knew the subject was closed even if she did. After that he wore gloves, she could only guess it wasn't because of the increasingly chilly whether.
It was strange. Draco Malfoy, 'her enemy', was confiding in her secrets that no one, in all Hogwarts or else ware, had ever heard. Sometimes she liked to fool her self into thinking that he did this because he trusted her…but she truly doubted that he did to any degree. Maybe it was because he insisted on making sure there was absolutely no one around them when they met, and sometimes he would insist they move under the shadows from the stadium seating area so they wouldn't even be seen at a glance. Yes, those were a few good reasons but mostly it was the look in his eyes, that look plainly said, "You know I wouldn't be here unless I absolutely had to be, and I'd rather rip your god damn throat out than resort to this for your silence…"
He despised her, she knew it, but what other way could she go about this? Seduce him? Ginny almost burst out in laughter at the thought. He wouldn't skip out on such a chance to use her then tell every one with ears every intimate detail…no, that wouldn't work at all.
Being sneaky, for her, was no problem. With brothers like Fred and George how could you /not/ pick up a thing or two. But with Draco, it was like he saw right through her immediately or with his eyes he could draw information from her with a glance. Because of this she was actually kind of glad he didn't have any continued conversation with her other than what was needed.
Virginia sighed and stood from where she sat; a stair located some where in the many endless stairwells through out Hogwarts, and made her way out side. Drawing up a scarf around her, and pushing open the doors she took a deep breath of night air. She wasn't sure how much longer Draco was going to play along, he was getting to suspicious, and even though he didn't ask Ginny knew he had a million questions that she could not give him answers to, just yet. This tired and aggravated her, but maybe tonight she could explain to him /why/ she needs this from him. Maybe that will keep him entertained, at least for a while.
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"I'm in a dark room. It starts out as just me noticing its dark, I'm not aware of my body or anything around me really. Just blackness. Then I start to feel my hands, then my arms, and my chest...It's almost like I was waking up a bit at a time. But I can't move because I'm tied to something..." He slowly stopped talking, remembering exactly what had happened that night, and started to shake slightly.
A voice brought him out of his memories, "Tied to what?"
"Huh?"
"I said, tied to what." Then a look of realization came across her face as she caught glimpses of his thoughts, "Oh, Is this the one where you're tied to the bed?"
Draco gritted his teeth and looked straight ahead, 'This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening'
Oh, but it was...
Taking a deep breath he muttered a small "yes". His cheeks were slightly pink, and his head bowed. How could he tell her what happened? Anger once again flashed in him, /why/ should he tell her!?
"Why do I have to /tell/ you. Why?! You already know what happens, you know how it all ends right up until I can no longer sleep. Is that what you want to hear? That I'm feeble?! That I'm so fucked up I can barley close my eyes at night?!" His breathing had quickened during his little speech, and although he'd love to yell...this information he'd prefer to keep between them.
But she was not fazed by his out burst, not in the least. In fact she was studying him now; her eyes measured him like he was being put to the test.
"Alright I'll tell you why if you tell me the rest. Deal?" He gave a slight nod, focusing back on a spot some where on the other side of the pitch. She sighed.
"I'm a Collector, well /The/ Collector actually." And she stopped as if that explained everything.
"Collector? What the bloody hell is that?"
She sighed, and got comfortable; this was going to be a /long/ evening.
(A/N): I know I said this would be longer, but this is actually just a bridge chapter. sorry! next chapter explain everything though, maybe then you'll have an idea of what this is all about
My Email -=- cat_eyed_gypsy@hotmail.com
-Dimi