Chapter Two:
She had thought about running, but her body refused to move. He was sobbing now, fingers still pressed gently to his skull. She could see the gray cloudiness reclaiming his eyes again; his pale face was white with tears. Black clothes ragged and sagging as he sat awkwardly on the floor. Then, to her astonishment, he did something that would forever have her rethinking him. He had stood, wiped his eyes and walked toward her, his hand dropped and he uncurled his fingers out to her. She just looked very crossly at him and shook her head. He still trembled rather maddeningly at she watched him sit down. Putting his head in his hands, he began to mutter bitterly to himself, as if she wasn't even there. For some reason, she hadn't minded the fact that he attacked her. She probably would have done the same to him if he had insulted her family bad enough. She was more worried about his metal state. People would call her crazy for not reporting him...and part of her didn't care anymore.
After having the courage to stand, she quietly walked over to him, knelt down and looked into his face. His silvery-blonde hair was tousled and matted, and hung loosely in his eyes. Silence built between them and she sighed.
"What?"
"Are you all right?"
"Did I hurt you?"
"Excuse me?" This question caught her off guard, as he slowly stared down at her.
"Did-I-hurt-you?" His voice was of drawling manner as he narrowed his eyes as he said each word slowly.
"It doesn't matter." What's going on here? I'm being forgetful! This is a Malfoy...but somehow...somehow he's different now.
"Yes it does. I didn't mean it. It just gets out of hand sometimes."
It was as though a totally different Draco had taken over. It almost frightened Ginny to the point of leaving.
"What's wrong with you?"
"It's complicated." That made her laugh.
"Couldn't be more complicated then my life..."
"It is. It is so much darker then Tom."
"How could it-?"
"He does things...to my head...it hurts terribly."
"Who?"
"What?"
"Who hurts you?" He blinked at her and his lips drew back.
"It's none of your damn business..."
"But..."
"But nothing! What are you even doing talking to me! Bloody filth." He spat and narrowed his eyes again. And so she stood.
She had gotten out of there quickly, and sat on the steps near the Great Hall. It seemed three people were in that library instead of just two. Slowly she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the stone wall. Welcoming the darkness became easier now...because he always waited for her. So loyal. She dreamt of him often, but he never hurt her. She would kneel down and he would turn, cold white fingers touched her cheek and then she'd wake up.
But this time, the screams didn't come. Instead as she opened her eyes, she found herself comfortably warm in a bed. But how she had gotten there was forgotten. Something shifted in the shadows and she reminded herself that it was only one of her room mates. Carefully, she settled back against the pillows and shut her eyes.
People matter, even the soulless.
Love is a struggle, and it hurts like hell when it's torn.
Death smells like sweet flowers and rain tastes of blood when the stars shatter.
But no matter what...when all is lost, there's still that one who will pick up the pieces.
(Author's Note:If you haven't guessed, all those quotes are for our beloved Draco. They'll all play a part later on.)
