Disclaimer - I think we know I am not J.K. Rowling. SO stop pestering me you bullies!
Do any of you want to see me write another story? Would you read it? I guess that is what I am asking. I am working on writing the next one right now but if you will not read it then I won't bother. I am typing up Verus Amor...no worries! It is almost done being typed up though. It is DM/GW[the one I am writing!] as well...just so you know.
Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I promise the next one will be longer. A lot longer. and the one after that will be longest one I post so far.
Ginny sat out on a bench in the courtyard reflecting on everything that had happened.
She found herself wondering if Pansy really could and would help her. Everything that had happened since she had doubted her boyfriend and seen who he was. It felt like she had started a chain reaction that had brought about her personal apocalypse.
Ginny's hand reached up and her fingers caught the chain and pulled the locket that her robes concealed free. She slid her fingers down the chain till she found the lion and pulled it from around her neck.
Ginny opened it and placed the locket in her lap and opened it listening to it for the first time since it had been bestowed upon her. She leaned back letting the notes and rhythm of the song fill her up. It was amazing. There was so much thought in the gift. Draco had put a lot of his own feelings into it.
The crescendos and decrescendos adding to the feeling inside her and unknotting her ball of fears. The song played over and over again.
Ginny slipped the chain around her neck before leaning back putting her palms flat on the cool stone behind her and just closed her eyes and forgot about everything.
Draco stood on top of one of the towers of Hogwarts and watched the over his Ginny. He felt a true smile grace his lips for the first time since he woke up and Ginny had held a lit wand over his face. Since then he had felt there was nothing to smile about.
She sat there listening to his present.
"Draco," the voice of Crabbe called interrupting Draco's thoughts, "Miss Pansy wants to speak to you."
"About what?" Draco asked not removing his eyes from Ginny.
"She said she'd only speak with you about it sir," Crabbe answered lowering his head.
"Send her in," Draco said breaking his gaze and turning so his back was facing the direction
Ginny was in so he would be able to focus slightly on what Pansy said.
Pansy sauntered in swaying her hips before mincing sweetly up to Draco and hugging his around the neck and giving his cheek a small kiss.
"Draco," she simpered, "It is no use." She slid a hand up his arm and back down.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Draco said taking her hand and pushing it away. "Keep your hands to yourself Parkinson."
"I mean you are poisoned with the Weaselette," Pansy said without any hint of accusation in her voice. She spoke merely as if she was stating a clear fact that anyone and everyone no matter how dumb could see.
"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" Draco snarled grabbing a handful of the girl's cloak and shoving down onto a bench. His eyes sparkled in fury.
"So you do not deny what I have just said?" Pansy questioned unable to hide the surprised note in her voice.
"I won't deny her," Draco said whipping around to look at her again. She was not there.
"You might look by the lake," Pansy suggested carefully rising to her feet.
Draco turned and saw her ankle deep in the freezing water just letting the waves crash around her. A gentle breeze was evident and it made her auburn curls blow gently behind her.
"It is a shame she does not feel as strongly for you," Pansy said touching his shoulder softly.
"What are you babbling about woman?" Draco asked turning and looking into Pansy's face with an annoyed expression.
"Creevey, the boy who licks Potter's boots and worships the ground he walks on, and her are a couple now," Pansy whispered conspiratorially, "Didn't you know?"
Draco felt a searing pain in his chest.
'Ginny.' Surely she didn't...hadn't betrayed him....surely he meant more than a fling. She wouldn't, shouldn't, couldn't. She mustn't! He could not lose her. She was too precious to hiim.
Nothing had ever stung him like this.
"Creevey," Draco said his lip curling up and he pulled out his wand. Creevey was a talent-less wizard and could easily be dealt with.
Pansy smirked as Draco turned and saw Creevey talking to his girl. This was going to be good. She could tell!
Draco felt his eyes cloud over and his evil side take over. He stomped down a back staircase. He would get that little twerp that thought taking something that belonged to a Malfoy would be that easy and he would put him in the hospital wing.
Draco grinned wolfishly at the thought of all the curses he could practice. Draco almost did a jig.
Boils would not be bad. A spontaneous tap dancing hex could prove entertaining plus hard to detect. A depressing charm or two might even be fun to do to that twit.
Draco stalked to the huge oak front doors and the opened magically for him. None of his anger ebbed away. Draco normally kept his cool even if he was seething.
Colin and Ginny were sitting down by the lake under a tree with their backs turned to him talking companionably.
Draco stalked down towards the couple gripping his wand tighter the closer he got. Draco did manage to slow down marginally on his journey so that he could sneak up and be sure he wouldn't hit his Ginny, back-stabbing little whore that she was, he still cared about her and did not want to hurt her.
When he was within ten feet he pointed his wand at Colin's robes and BANG!
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