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(A/N): yay! I'm on the favorites list of 29 members!!! *dances around* *stops dancing as she notices people are looking at her funny like* erm…ok then. as for how many chapters…well this is getting longer than I expect and I'm kind of making it up as I go, so I really couldn't tell you.
Review please!
-Wind and Ashes
In a little over a week all the students 4th year and up would leave for this little trip Dumbledor had planned. Virginia hadn't seen Blaise since that whole meeting incident by the oak tree, but he sent her an owl that night, a short note saying what the story was they both had to agree on to tell Draco. And then another one the next day saying he wasn't feeling well and in the infirmary, but also telling her not to come and see him. She knew how he hated attention like that, so she didn't think anything of it, but sent him some chocolate frogs and a home made get well card.
It was when she was packing her bag that it hit her. Power like none she'd felt before. It felt like a strong wind lifting her spirit. And also like an earthquake beneath her feet. The power felt like the flames of a fire caressing her stomach and breasts. What ever it was it was she knew she had to find it and collect it. Obviously it had come from Draco, there was no one else she was monitoring right now. Images came to her in such a rush, this power had come to her with out even collecting, it was that strong.
The power rush left her feeling tired, yet slightly giddy. And Draco being Draco, putting things off until he absolutely /had/ to do them, no doubt it would be a while before he sent an owl. So what ever was she going to do with all of this pent up sexual energy…?
"Gin? Ron said you might need some help packing." Harry leaned against the doorframe, his dark hair falling a bit into his bright green eyes.
'Ah, just the person I wanted to see…'
Ginny shut her almost fully packed school trunk and walked over to him, tugging on his arm. He smiled at her playfulness, and that smile got even wider when she pushed him on to the bed, crawling on top of him.
While she was busy with trying to seem interested her mind kind of wondered. No she wasn't looking to be with him, just wanting a way to exhaust her body so she could sit still for two minutes.
She didn't know why she even pretended to like him any more, as a friend that is. It had been a while since she stuttered, although that annoying habit of blushing had yet to disappear. No, her crush was non-existent by now. But that didn't seem to stop him from wanting her.
Harry worked his way down the side of her neck. She supposed he was good at what he did, she just didn't want /him/. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through his hair moaning slightly, although in her minds' eye his hair was so blond it was almost white. But no one had to know that.
Some how though she couldn't keep the mental image of her and Draco in an intimate embrace. Probably because that could never happen, getting to close to him would be a mistake, for one. And another reason would have to be he despised her.
Harry was now unbuttoning her blouse while running a hand up her skirt. She could have sighed, 'Boys are so stupid." She brought his attention back to what she wanted to do, kiss. And his other hand she moved to her breast. 'There, much better, this I can stand for a while.'
But her mind just couldn't stay put for some reason, and not just on other thoughts or a certain Slytherin boy. More like on what had happened between her and Harry the Christmas before last. It had been on her mind lately. Ever since that damned 'incident' out side by the oak tree she'd been thinking about it, or actually, it was when she had to explain to Harry what exactly she was doing with Blaise Zabini. The hand on his knee, and his hand over hers…that was the exact moment the memories began to haunt her. But now it was just unavoidable. Like she was watching it all over again, and at the same time it was happening to her, he was going to try it again- she could feel it. Her mind began to panic at the thought, but she couldn't move her body, nor tell him to stop. She just lay there, now with him on top of her, and waited as the memories flooded her mind once again.
It had been, over all, a good Christmas. She'd gotten lots of presents, Harry surprisingly had been looking at her by the end of the night, and Bill had been there for present opening and dinner. It was all she could ask for. Although it seemed to Harry she asked for a little bit more.
She'd been sitting on one of the living room sofas reading a book by the light of the near by fire. Harry had just come in from outside, having taken a walk. She knew a lot had been on his mind right then, with so many attacks on muggles and the dark mark popping up all over England…it was just to much for a fifteen year old boy to handle.
After entering the house he stood for a second just looking at her. Ginny hadn't even noticed he'd walked in and didn't look up until she felt his eyes on her. He looked very calm, but not a relaxing calm, more of a tense calm. His eyes were dark and seemed to bore into her very soul. He asked her why she was up, Ginny replied she couldn't sleep.
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"Yeah me neither. What have you got there?"
"Oh just a book." She held it up so he could read the title, "From Percy. He always gives me books for Christmas but I don't mind."
Virginia went back to reading, but stopped and looked up again, as she didn't hear any retreating footsteps. Looking up she saw he was still gazing at her.
'Don't blush, don't stutter. Come on. You've practiced this thousands of times, don't screw it up!'
"Harry? Are you alright?"
"…Yes…fine. Do you, maybe, want to talk for a little bit? Ron has been asleep for ages and I don't want to wake him up after such a long day."
Ginny's heart fluttered. She was touched, he wanted to talk to /her/. He wanted to give his attention to /her/. It was almost like a dream, though soon to turn nightmare.
"Sure, Harry, I wouldn't mind one bit." 'Good, no stuttering. But your going to have to work on that blush.'
In the beginning it was quite enjoyable to be with him, although she did most the talking about little things, but not really minding as long as he stayed with her.
Over a small amount of time he'd gotten closer, before he was sitting a few inches away, now he was right next to her. Thinking nothing of it, she continued to talk.
"And don't you hate those things? I mean really, what is wrong with those people…" Her voice trailed off as he cupped her cheek and brought her a bit closer.
"Shhhh" was all he said. And it was at that point she smelt the alcohol on his breath. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. This didn't make sense, Harry was drunk and he obviously didn't know quite what he was doing.
"I have to go, I have to get to bed now." But he didn't let her go, and was now annoyed that she didn't want to do this with him.
"Come on baby…just for a little while. You can't say you don't want this, I know you want this." Now she was really panicking. He'd pinned her down somewhat and was feeling her up.
'I could scream. Yes, I should scream…but, isn't this what I wanted? His attention for so long…No, I don't want /this/. But if I scream he would get in trouble. It could ruin his reputation, it could hurt him...'
So she laid there for a little while trying to ignore his fingers between her legs and trying not to gasp at the things he'd done to her and at what he made her feel, that was until she heard him unzip his zipper. It was the moment she broke free. He lifted his body weight up for a moment to pull down his pants and she'd kneed him right in the stomach. She would have laughed if she weren't so shaken up. And then she had run upstairs into her bedroom and locked the door. Hermione was fast asleep on her cot near her own bed, and she didn't want to wake the other girl so she climbed into bed wearing what she had on, her ripped blouse and rumpled skirt.
And she didn't allow her self to cry, she never did after that.
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Yes, wasn't /that/ something worth remembering…
The very next day she didn't come out of her room until much later than usual. Only to grab a bite to eat, even though she wasn't hungry, and then back to huddling on her bed. Harry actually had the nerve to come up and talk to her. To tell her he didn't remember much, and that he was sorry for what ever he did if he'd upset her in any way.
She'd said everything was ok, and he supposedly believed her. Although she knew he remembered every damned moment of that night. She could see it in him when he would undress her with his eyes.
A week later she was being evaluated for initiation.
Back in the present Harry was going for every boys one constant goal: sex. In her little trip down memory lane she hadn't noticed one of his hands pulling down her knickers a bit at a time.
But all was stopped when they both heard some one clear their throat.
"Hermione?!" It was Harry who'd spoken, and was as every bit surprised as the two girls.
While Wonder Boy was struggling with his pants and shirt, Ginny calmly buttoned her blouse and stood up to straighten her skirt. Obviously there was something going on here she had no idea about because Hermione gave Harry such a look there couldn't /not/ be something going on.
"I think I'd better go…" Ginny swiftly left the room just in time to hear Hermione yell "What the bloody hell was /that/ all about?! What were you two doing!?"
So she assumed she was right when guessing something was going on.
After that interesting event she'd taken a shower to wash off that disgusting feeling he always left her with. Then back to her dorm room to wait for Draco's letter.
But it never came. She grew more and more impatient. Maybe it was the stress of the day, the daggers Hermione now openly shot at her or just what degrading activities she'd done with Harry, but she needed something to let her anger out on.
That something…or erm…someone was Draco.
And as she got to thinking about it she had concluded that some times that boy just plain pissed her off. It was only two days after their little 'talk' in the old classroom, she felt like they were actually getting to know one another, bonding some how. But why would he lie?! Well not /lie/ per say, just not tell her about an extremely powerful nightmare and expect her not to mention it! She slapped her hand against his bedroom door, but didn't wait for any answer, and opened it any way.
"You didn't contact me, why!? I thought we had a deal, backing out already!?"
Ginny barged into Draco's room, wanting to yell at him till he would go deaf, strangle him, just hurt him in some way…only to find him in his bed with a girl. Actually the girl was more or less preoccupied under the blankets.
Draco, used to her attitude by now, didn't even bother getting annoyed. But did turn to glare at the scarcely clothed girl.
"Get out." He said simply in a deadpan voice.
She looked startled.
"What? Draco, we just finished, I'm not even dres-"
"I said /out/!" He grabbed her robe and a few pieces of her clothing and threw them at her "Now."
She didn't need to be told again. Throwing the robe over her-self not even bothering to get dress she practically ran out of the room, glaring at Ginny on her way through the door, and slammed it shut.
Draco, thankfully, was wearing pants. He shifted for a second then zipped up his fly under the sheets and asked, "Now what the bloody hell is so important that you need to spontaneously invade my room?" Not even really waiting for a response he grabbed his potions book off the nightstand, silently regretting having given her the password to get to his room.
Ginny still a bit distracted by his shirtless chest, that was more or less covered in hickeys, shook her head slightly, then processed his question, "You didn't contact me, I tolerantly waited for your word on your dream, but I didn't receive any sign. I thought we had a deal Malfoy."
"I didn't have one, so I don't know what you're talking about." He turned his attention back to his book, not wanting to discuss this topic. Ginny narrowed her eyes.
"I think you're lying, I felt something…something powerful, it wasn't a dream it had to have been a nightmare." She'd expect him to lie to her the first few weeks of this...but now, now it just hurt that he would do so. She frowned.
"What did you see exactly?"
"The short version? You were standing over your parents a knife in your hand. They were dead, blood every where, and you were smiling. Then you cut your own wrists."
Draco, like always, was calm and composed, this was no different from any other time. Turning to look at her one last time, then determined to get back to his homework, he said, "That wasn't a nightmare, Gin, it was a dream."
At the moment Ginny was sitting in her dorm room, packing her clothes once again, having not finished the first time. She wasn't sure how to act around him now. That was a /dream/! How badly would you have to hate your life to dream of killing your parents and your self and not be the least bit disturbed by it? He might be a Malfoy, built for this kind of treatment and state of mind…but he was still human. And his life was not about to get any easier, this she knew.
It still bothered her though, the fact that she herself was lying to him, and knowing all along in the end nothing would help him…nothing.
Later on that day Draco and Gin were in a small study room in the library. The room was wall to wall with books, and sectioned off from everyone else by stained-glass doors. To one side there was a counter with chairs beneath it for students to work. Here Draco sat on the work counter in the corner looking out the window, with Ginny sitting in a chair by him. The original plan was to listen to a dream he had last night, well /before/ she came storming into his bedroom. And she had, but now…now there was awkward silence. Both tried to start up a topic, but to no avail.
He noticed she was strangely quiet. He'd asked her what was on her mind, but she'd only wave him away saying it was nothing. She had a book on the counter in front of her, but she'd been reading the same line for the last 5 minutes, Draco noticed this too. And made it a point to harass her about it until she gave in.
Well, she had an idea he wouldn't let up so she brought up a subject she'd been curious about. "I was just sensing you and there seems to be some kindred energy between Slytherin and Gryffondor. And was wondering why. Banging a Gryf or something?" She could sense energy patterns some times, another one of her 'dream collector abilities'
"Christ, get your bleedin mind out of the gutter woman." Then after some though didn't see a reason why he couldn't confide in her this once "I just have a theory about the two houses is all…." Ginny nudged him to continue, anything to take attention off of her, "That, as much as I hate to admit it, our two houses are exactly the same except Slytherins aren't afraid to admit that they want power." He finished his idea, still looking out the window. Then added with a smile creeping upon his face. "And yes I'm shagging a Gryffindor, but they don't seem to mind."
With a fake disgusted look, she smacked him with the book she was reading.
"You disgust me some times you know that?" But she had a smile on her face, so he knew she was joking…a bit any way.
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me…"
They were connected in a way, a very distant way, but forming some kind of a friendship none the less. Mostly it was Ginny who opened up, although Draco suspected it was because she held /his/ secret. It wasn't as if he could tell everything she's told him because she might tell everyone what she knew. Not exactly rocket science, but he didn't mind putting up with her when it came right down to it. He had told her a few things about him self, willingly. But he wasn't about to recite sonnets or anything, she was tolerable, that was it.
"I have to get to my transfigurations class, damn it. I'm probably going to be late."
"I'll walk you." Draco was about to stand but saw the look on her face.
"Are you serious? I mean you do know it's still light out side, don't you. Oh, you must have a fever." She put the back of her hand to his forehead.
"Piss off" he roughly pushed her hand away "Besides you won't be late, I know a short cut through the dungeons. And no one would recognize us…there's not enough light down there to do so…" He jokingly leered at her, then raised his eyebrows a few times.
She could have rolled her eyes, "Thanks Draco, now I /really/ want to walk with you in corridors with out light…" Ginny dropped her voice an octave, and slanted her eyelids, "Oh but /Drakey/ I don't think I can wait, take me now, please!" She draped her self across his lap.
He smiled "Well…if you insist." He leaned down to do God knows what so Ginny squealed and scrambled to get up. Both teens were laughing now.
When she could catch her breath, "Ok, fine. I'll walk with you in dark corridors, happy now?"
Draco gave her a grin, "Yes. Extremely. And Ginny?"
The last bit held a serious tone, she turned around to face him, "Yes?"
"Don't /ever/ call me Drakey."
They could almost be friends…almost.
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"Has she talked to the boy yet?"
"Yes Milord, she's been collecting from him for quite some time now."
"Good. And what news of our source?"
"No word Milord, she hasn't sent word for weeks. Would Milord want me to send word and /remind/ her to keep her appointments?"
The figure in the chair vaguely waved his hand, dismissing the suggestion, "She knows what she is doing. I trust her, do you not…?"
"No Milord, If ever there was an excellent collector it was her."
"Good."
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(A/N): yay! I'm on the favorites list of 29 members!!! *dances around* *stops dancing as she notices people are looking at her funny like* erm…ok then. as for how many chapters…well this is getting longer than I expect and I'm kind of making it up as I go, so I really couldn't tell you.
Review please!
-Wind and Ashes
In a little over a week all the students 4th year and up would leave for this little trip Dumbledor had planned. Virginia hadn't seen Blaise since that whole meeting incident by the oak tree, but he sent her an owl that night, a short note saying what the story was they both had to agree on to tell Draco. And then another one the next day saying he wasn't feeling well and in the infirmary, but also telling her not to come and see him. She knew how he hated attention like that, so she didn't think anything of it, but sent him some chocolate frogs and a home made get well card.
It was when she was packing her bag that it hit her. Power like none she'd felt before. It felt like a strong wind lifting her spirit. And also like an earthquake beneath her feet. The power felt like the flames of a fire caressing her stomach and breasts. What ever it was it was she knew she had to find it and collect it. Obviously it had come from Draco, there was no one else she was monitoring right now. Images came to her in such a rush, this power had come to her with out even collecting, it was that strong.
The power rush left her feeling tired, yet slightly giddy. And Draco being Draco, putting things off until he absolutely /had/ to do them, no doubt it would be a while before he sent an owl. So what ever was she going to do with all of this pent up sexual energy…?
"Gin? Ron said you might need some help packing." Harry leaned against the doorframe, his dark hair falling a bit into his bright green eyes.
'Ah, just the person I wanted to see…'
Ginny shut her almost fully packed school trunk and walked over to him, tugging on his arm. He smiled at her playfulness, and that smile got even wider when she pushed him on to the bed, crawling on top of him.
While she was busy with trying to seem interested her mind kind of wondered. No she wasn't looking to be with him, just wanting a way to exhaust her body so she could sit still for two minutes.
She didn't know why she even pretended to like him any more, as a friend that is. It had been a while since she stuttered, although that annoying habit of blushing had yet to disappear. No, her crush was non-existent by now. But that didn't seem to stop him from wanting her.
Harry worked his way down the side of her neck. She supposed he was good at what he did, she just didn't want /him/. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through his hair moaning slightly, although in her minds' eye his hair was so blond it was almost white. But no one had to know that.
Some how though she couldn't keep the mental image of her and Draco in an intimate embrace. Probably because that could never happen, getting to close to him would be a mistake, for one. And another reason would have to be he despised her.
Harry was now unbuttoning her blouse while running a hand up her skirt. She could have sighed, 'Boys are so stupid." She brought his attention back to what she wanted to do, kiss. And his other hand she moved to her breast. 'There, much better, this I can stand for a while.'
But her mind just couldn't stay put for some reason, and not just on other thoughts or a certain Slytherin boy. More like on what had happened between her and Harry the Christmas before last. It had been on her mind lately. Ever since that damned 'incident' out side by the oak tree she'd been thinking about it, or actually, it was when she had to explain to Harry what exactly she was doing with Blaise Zabini. The hand on his knee, and his hand over hers…that was the exact moment the memories began to haunt her. But now it was just unavoidable. Like she was watching it all over again, and at the same time it was happening to her, he was going to try it again- she could feel it. Her mind began to panic at the thought, but she couldn't move her body, nor tell him to stop. She just lay there, now with him on top of her, and waited as the memories flooded her mind once again.
It had been, over all, a good Christmas. She'd gotten lots of presents, Harry surprisingly had been looking at her by the end of the night, and Bill had been there for present opening and dinner. It was all she could ask for. Although it seemed to Harry she asked for a little bit more.
She'd been sitting on one of the living room sofas reading a book by the light of the near by fire. Harry had just come in from outside, having taken a walk. She knew a lot had been on his mind right then, with so many attacks on muggles and the dark mark popping up all over England…it was just to much for a fifteen year old boy to handle.
After entering the house he stood for a second just looking at her. Ginny hadn't even noticed he'd walked in and didn't look up until she felt his eyes on her. He looked very calm, but not a relaxing calm, more of a tense calm. His eyes were dark and seemed to bore into her very soul. He asked her why she was up, Ginny replied she couldn't sleep.
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"Yeah me neither. What have you got there?"
"Oh just a book." She held it up so he could read the title, "From Percy. He always gives me books for Christmas but I don't mind."
Virginia went back to reading, but stopped and looked up again, as she didn't hear any retreating footsteps. Looking up she saw he was still gazing at her.
'Don't blush, don't stutter. Come on. You've practiced this thousands of times, don't screw it up!'
"Harry? Are you alright?"
"…Yes…fine. Do you, maybe, want to talk for a little bit? Ron has been asleep for ages and I don't want to wake him up after such a long day."
Ginny's heart fluttered. She was touched, he wanted to talk to /her/. He wanted to give his attention to /her/. It was almost like a dream, though soon to turn nightmare.
"Sure, Harry, I wouldn't mind one bit." 'Good, no stuttering. But your going to have to work on that blush.'
In the beginning it was quite enjoyable to be with him, although she did most the talking about little things, but not really minding as long as he stayed with her.
Over a small amount of time he'd gotten closer, before he was sitting a few inches away, now he was right next to her. Thinking nothing of it, she continued to talk.
"And don't you hate those things? I mean really, what is wrong with those people…" Her voice trailed off as he cupped her cheek and brought her a bit closer.
"Shhhh" was all he said. And it was at that point she smelt the alcohol on his breath. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. This didn't make sense, Harry was drunk and he obviously didn't know quite what he was doing.
"I have to go, I have to get to bed now." But he didn't let her go, and was now annoyed that she didn't want to do this with him.
"Come on baby…just for a little while. You can't say you don't want this, I know you want this." Now she was really panicking. He'd pinned her down somewhat and was feeling her up.
'I could scream. Yes, I should scream…but, isn't this what I wanted? His attention for so long…No, I don't want /this/. But if I scream he would get in trouble. It could ruin his reputation, it could hurt him...'
So she laid there for a little while trying to ignore his fingers between her legs and trying not to gasp at the things he'd done to her and at what he made her feel, that was until she heard him unzip his zipper. It was the moment she broke free. He lifted his body weight up for a moment to pull down his pants and she'd kneed him right in the stomach. She would have laughed if she weren't so shaken up. And then she had run upstairs into her bedroom and locked the door. Hermione was fast asleep on her cot near her own bed, and she didn't want to wake the other girl so she climbed into bed wearing what she had on, her ripped blouse and rumpled skirt.
And she didn't allow her self to cry, she never did after that.
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Yes, wasn't /that/ something worth remembering…
The very next day she didn't come out of her room until much later than usual. Only to grab a bite to eat, even though she wasn't hungry, and then back to huddling on her bed. Harry actually had the nerve to come up and talk to her. To tell her he didn't remember much, and that he was sorry for what ever he did if he'd upset her in any way.
She'd said everything was ok, and he supposedly believed her. Although she knew he remembered every damned moment of that night. She could see it in him when he would undress her with his eyes.
A week later she was being evaluated for initiation.
Back in the present Harry was going for every boys one constant goal: sex. In her little trip down memory lane she hadn't noticed one of his hands pulling down her knickers a bit at a time.
But all was stopped when they both heard some one clear their throat.
"Hermione?!" It was Harry who'd spoken, and was as every bit surprised as the two girls.
While Wonder Boy was struggling with his pants and shirt, Ginny calmly buttoned her blouse and stood up to straighten her skirt. Obviously there was something going on here she had no idea about because Hermione gave Harry such a look there couldn't /not/ be something going on.
"I think I'd better go…" Ginny swiftly left the room just in time to hear Hermione yell "What the bloody hell was /that/ all about?! What were you two doing!?"
So she assumed she was right when guessing something was going on.
After that interesting event she'd taken a shower to wash off that disgusting feeling he always left her with. Then back to her dorm room to wait for Draco's letter.
But it never came. She grew more and more impatient. Maybe it was the stress of the day, the daggers Hermione now openly shot at her or just what degrading activities she'd done with Harry, but she needed something to let her anger out on.
That something…or erm…someone was Draco.
And as she got to thinking about it she had concluded that some times that boy just plain pissed her off. It was only two days after their little 'talk' in the old classroom, she felt like they were actually getting to know one another, bonding some how. But why would he lie?! Well not /lie/ per say, just not tell her about an extremely powerful nightmare and expect her not to mention it! She slapped her hand against his bedroom door, but didn't wait for any answer, and opened it any way.
"You didn't contact me, why!? I thought we had a deal, backing out already!?"
Ginny barged into Draco's room, wanting to yell at him till he would go deaf, strangle him, just hurt him in some way…only to find him in his bed with a girl. Actually the girl was more or less preoccupied under the blankets.
Draco, used to her attitude by now, didn't even bother getting annoyed. But did turn to glare at the scarcely clothed girl.
"Get out." He said simply in a deadpan voice.
She looked startled.
"What? Draco, we just finished, I'm not even dres-"
"I said /out/!" He grabbed her robe and a few pieces of her clothing and threw them at her "Now."
She didn't need to be told again. Throwing the robe over her-self not even bothering to get dress she practically ran out of the room, glaring at Ginny on her way through the door, and slammed it shut.
Draco, thankfully, was wearing pants. He shifted for a second then zipped up his fly under the sheets and asked, "Now what the bloody hell is so important that you need to spontaneously invade my room?" Not even really waiting for a response he grabbed his potions book off the nightstand, silently regretting having given her the password to get to his room.
Ginny still a bit distracted by his shirtless chest, that was more or less covered in hickeys, shook her head slightly, then processed his question, "You didn't contact me, I tolerantly waited for your word on your dream, but I didn't receive any sign. I thought we had a deal Malfoy."
"I didn't have one, so I don't know what you're talking about." He turned his attention back to his book, not wanting to discuss this topic. Ginny narrowed her eyes.
"I think you're lying, I felt something…something powerful, it wasn't a dream it had to have been a nightmare." She'd expect him to lie to her the first few weeks of this...but now, now it just hurt that he would do so. She frowned.
"What did you see exactly?"
"The short version? You were standing over your parents a knife in your hand. They were dead, blood every where, and you were smiling. Then you cut your own wrists."
Draco, like always, was calm and composed, this was no different from any other time. Turning to look at her one last time, then determined to get back to his homework, he said, "That wasn't a nightmare, Gin, it was a dream."
At the moment Ginny was sitting in her dorm room, packing her clothes once again, having not finished the first time. She wasn't sure how to act around him now. That was a /dream/! How badly would you have to hate your life to dream of killing your parents and your self and not be the least bit disturbed by it? He might be a Malfoy, built for this kind of treatment and state of mind…but he was still human. And his life was not about to get any easier, this she knew.
It still bothered her though, the fact that she herself was lying to him, and knowing all along in the end nothing would help him…nothing.
Later on that day Draco and Gin were in a small study room in the library. The room was wall to wall with books, and sectioned off from everyone else by stained-glass doors. To one side there was a counter with chairs beneath it for students to work. Here Draco sat on the work counter in the corner looking out the window, with Ginny sitting in a chair by him. The original plan was to listen to a dream he had last night, well /before/ she came storming into his bedroom. And she had, but now…now there was awkward silence. Both tried to start up a topic, but to no avail.
He noticed she was strangely quiet. He'd asked her what was on her mind, but she'd only wave him away saying it was nothing. She had a book on the counter in front of her, but she'd been reading the same line for the last 5 minutes, Draco noticed this too. And made it a point to harass her about it until she gave in.
Well, she had an idea he wouldn't let up so she brought up a subject she'd been curious about. "I was just sensing you and there seems to be some kindred energy between Slytherin and Gryffondor. And was wondering why. Banging a Gryf or something?" She could sense energy patterns some times, another one of her 'dream collector abilities'
"Christ, get your bleedin mind out of the gutter woman." Then after some though didn't see a reason why he couldn't confide in her this once "I just have a theory about the two houses is all…." Ginny nudged him to continue, anything to take attention off of her, "That, as much as I hate to admit it, our two houses are exactly the same except Slytherins aren't afraid to admit that they want power." He finished his idea, still looking out the window. Then added with a smile creeping upon his face. "And yes I'm shagging a Gryffindor, but they don't seem to mind."
With a fake disgusted look, she smacked him with the book she was reading.
"You disgust me some times you know that?" But she had a smile on her face, so he knew she was joking…a bit any way.
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me…"
They were connected in a way, a very distant way, but forming some kind of a friendship none the less. Mostly it was Ginny who opened up, although Draco suspected it was because she held /his/ secret. It wasn't as if he could tell everything she's told him because she might tell everyone what she knew. Not exactly rocket science, but he didn't mind putting up with her when it came right down to it. He had told her a few things about him self, willingly. But he wasn't about to recite sonnets or anything, she was tolerable, that was it.
"I have to get to my transfigurations class, damn it. I'm probably going to be late."
"I'll walk you." Draco was about to stand but saw the look on her face.
"Are you serious? I mean you do know it's still light out side, don't you. Oh, you must have a fever." She put the back of her hand to his forehead.
"Piss off" he roughly pushed her hand away "Besides you won't be late, I know a short cut through the dungeons. And no one would recognize us…there's not enough light down there to do so…" He jokingly leered at her, then raised his eyebrows a few times.
She could have rolled her eyes, "Thanks Draco, now I /really/ want to walk with you in corridors with out light…" Ginny dropped her voice an octave, and slanted her eyelids, "Oh but /Drakey/ I don't think I can wait, take me now, please!" She draped her self across his lap.
He smiled "Well…if you insist." He leaned down to do God knows what so Ginny squealed and scrambled to get up. Both teens were laughing now.
When she could catch her breath, "Ok, fine. I'll walk with you in dark corridors, happy now?"
Draco gave her a grin, "Yes. Extremely. And Ginny?"
The last bit held a serious tone, she turned around to face him, "Yes?"
"Don't /ever/ call me Drakey."
They could almost be friends…almost.
*
"Has she talked to the boy yet?"
"Yes Milord, she's been collecting from him for quite some time now."
"Good. And what news of our source?"
"No word Milord, she hasn't sent word for weeks. Would Milord want me to send word and /remind/ her to keep her appointments?"
The figure in the chair vaguely waved his hand, dismissing the suggestion, "She knows what she is doing. I trust her, do you not…?"
"No Milord, If ever there was an excellent collector it was her."
"Good."
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