Will You Be There?
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own any of Harry Potter, but one can always hope, right??
Lyrics are from Usher's song "Can You Help Me."
Chapter 1: Can You Help Me?
Living on the edge out of control
And the world just won't let me slow down
But in my biggest picture
Was a photo of you and me.
I'm confused can you make me understand
Cause I try to give you the best of me
I thought we were cool maybe I was blind
But never took time to see.
Draco Lucius Malfoy awoke to the sound of someone vomiting. 'Where am I?' he thought groggily to himself as he checked the time. 2:15 the clock read. Laying in the comfortable bed, the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. 'How could I have cut myself so deep? And who came to save me? Am I in their bed? Who is it? Could they actually care about me? No, no one cares. So why'd they do it?' He was jolted out of his thoughts by the toilet flushing and the person coming out. In the dim moonlight, all he could make out was their shadow, but it was enough.
It was a girl, he could tell that right off the bat. She must have been about 5'3", which gave him a good 11 inch advantage over her in case she tried anything. She had long curly hair, but what color, he couldn't decipher. The only thing he could see clearly was her eyes. Her bright hazel eyes. He could tell though that there were feelings of pain, sorrow, suffering, even guilt in them. How could he not? Weren't those the exact same feelings he himself saw in his own silver eyes every day?
She had full lips that looked like they were begging to be kissed. She had an ample chest for her height frame, a C cup Draco guessed. She wasn't overly muscular, rather, she was curvy and looked every bit of a woman. Right then and there she was only wearing a camisole and shorts. The outfit showed off her slightly tanned skin. At the moment, he could only think of one word to describe his "savior": beautiful. And then he saw it—the empty bottle of gin at the side of the bed. 'What demons does this girl have that drive her to drink?' he thought.
"More than you will ever know, Malfoy," the girl responded.
"I said that out loud?"
"No, I'm telepathic. What do you think?"
"You drink?"
"You cut yourself?"
"Who are you?"
"Why do you need to know?"
"Why do you answer all of my questions with another question?"
"Why do you ask so many questions in the first place?"
"Why did you save me? Do you actually care about me?"
Those last questions hung in the air for a while with no answer to them. Silver eyes locked with hazel, as if he was trying to read her mind to find the answers to his questions. After what seemed like forever, she turned away from Draco, apparently giving him all the answers he knew. Or, rather, all the answers he thought he knew. Even though he was physically drained, he made a move to leave the room, when she spoke two words that would forever change his life: "My brother."
"What did you say?"
"My brother, you remind me of my brother!!!!"
"What the fuck does your brother have to do with any of this?"
"You asked me why I saved you. I'm telling you. The reason why I saved you is because you remind me of my brother. He was in the same grade as you. It's ironic. If he knew I was comparing him to you, he would have gone mental and probably tried to knock some sense into me about comparing him to a Malfoy—the enemy."
"So you don't care about me. You're just comparing me to a dead boy."
"How do you know if he's dead? And why do you even care if I care Malfoy? I never knew Death Eaters had hearts."
"HOW DARE YOU?? I am no Death Eater. Honestly, I find it all stupid. Who in their right mind would follow some crazy killing machine to get killed themselves? The man was defeated by a baby!!!! How much more pathetic can you get? I've grown up. I'm not the same Malfoy I was before."
"So you're not one?" She sounded genuinely surprised.
"Never have been. And if I can get my way, I never will be."
"Well I guess that's good for the world. Now if you just didn't use so much hairspray we might be able to control air pollution."
"Funny one, aren't we?"
"I try my hardest."
"Seriously though, who are you? And why would your brother not want to be compared to me? I am great, you know."
"Oh yes, we all must bow down to the almighty Draco Malfoy, king of all things sharp."
"You might as well take the place as queen of all things inebriating yourself."
"What a smart one we have. You really have no idea who I am?"
"Well, you say your brother was an enemy of mine. That doesn't narrow the list as much. From the bitterness you hold against Death Eaters, it's most likely that he was killed by a group of them. I can tell you're in Gryffindor, the scarlet and gold lion flag on top of your fireplace give you away. The only person that I can think of in Gryffindor in my grade that got killed recently is....Weasel. So if Weasley's your brother, then that means..."
A muttered "Lumos" was heard and Draco's suspicions were confirmed. Sitting right in front of him was none other than Ginevra Weasley. "Surprise Malfoy!!"
Baby be my guide please take my hand
Want you to know that I got ya
If you need it
Don't want to be on the outside looking in
I gotta have you girl can't you see
They walked down the hallway together, as if they knew exactly what was going to happen. The hallway just seemed to get agonizingly longer with every step they took. After what seemed like an eternity, they found the painting that led to her room. Wordless communication seemed to course between the two as the stood out there. "So," he started, "Why'd you bring me here Granger?"
"Well, Zabini, I came to give you what I know every guy wants—a one-night stand, no strings attached. I mean, isn't that what you want?"
"What? The girl most likely to keep her virginity forever is asking me to have sex with her? I don't believe it."
"What do I need to do to prove that I want to do this?"
"Get down on your knees, where you belong, and give me a blowjob." He smirked at the end of this.
"First off you conceited bastard, I don't get on my knees for anyone. I have never, nor will I ever belong there. If anything you're the one who needs to get down on your knees. Second off, who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? You are the most ignorant, conceited, arrogant, sorry excuse for a fuck I ever tried to get. You know what? I don't even know why I asked you!!!"
"You done?"
"For now."
"Good. I want to ask you something."
"What?"
"Why do you do this? Degrade yourself to having sex with one guy a night when you're worth so much more than that? Don't try to lie to me and tell me you want it, because if you truly did want it, you wouldn't be complaining about having to get on your knees in front of me. Is it because that Weasley died? Gods know you liked him for ages. Or is it because Potter deserted you for the Big Bad Slytherins now?? Seems him and Pansy are getting along famously. The only person I see you around is that little Weasley. Why do you do it??
"Why do you smoke?"
"I have my reasons."
"Well so do I. Doesn't mean I have to tell you them. I mean, you are a Slytherin after all. How don't I know that you won't just go back in front of all your mates and start making fun of me like all of you usually do? Ron, well, I did like him at one point, but we were just friends when he died. As for Harry, I don't know why he's with the Slytherins more and more, but he is. I can't help that. No one can. I just don't get why. And why in Merlin's name would you want to know about my problems? A mudblood's problems, no less?"
"Well, I'm not the average Slytherin. I have changed. Who in Slytherin have you really seen me with?"
"Well, Malfoy, but he seems to have changed too."
"So has that littlest Weasley, it seems."
"Do you think they're safe with each other right now?"
"Right now, I think they're the only two who can understand what the other is going through. Maybe they can even help each other, as crazy as that sounds."
"Why does Malfoy of all people need help? He's rich, arrogant, and smart. Plus he's a Death Eater. Why does he need help?"
"You know, for the smartest witch in here, you have no common sense."
"Excuse me?"
"Did it ever occur to you that some Slytherins don't want to become Death Eaters?"
"Is that why you and Malfoy—"
"Why do you think none of the other Slytherins talk to us? Oh, and you should try to convince Potter to stop seeing Pansy. She's just trying to get information out of him."
"I've tried. No luck. I guess he'll just have to learn the hard way."
"That he will."
"So," she started with a smirk, "you think I'm worth much more than what I do every night, huh? I never knew you cared."
Don't give yourself that much credit. I was just saying something to make you feel better."
"Sure you were."
"Shut up. You know, Granger, you aren't bad."
"You're not bad yourself Zabini. In time, I could actually learn to like you, once you get past the huge ego and the macho man attitude."
"Well the present is always the best time. Is the offer to go in your room still valid? Not to do anything," he said rushedly as she gave him a hurt look, "to talk. Have some tea. Just hang out really. I can always use another friend. Malfoy gets tiring at times with him and the stories of his sexcapades. Who wants to hear about those? Gives me chills thinking about it."
"And you don't have any of those stories yourself, Mr. Zabini?"
"Ahem, well..." Blaise had the decency to blush. Hermione laughed.
"I thought so. Well, the offer is good, but not for tonight. Maybe another crazy night in Hogwarts?"
"Of course, Miss Granger."
Can you help me
Tell me what you want from me
Can you help me
Tell me why you wanna leave
Baby help me
Without you my whole world is falling apart
And I'm going crazy
Life's a prison when you're in love alone...
Yes!! Another chapter done. I know it wasn't very angsty, but we haven't gotten to the good part yet. This is mainly a Draco/Ginny, which is where most of the angst will be coming from anyway, but we must mention Blaise and Hermione as well. Now, you see that little blue button on the bottom that says go? Please push and do as the instructions tell you. Thank u!!!