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~~Noel~~
Two hours after I had 'asked' Ginny to come with me, she was still not warming up to me. She had packed a small bag for herself and some food for us both.
When she shoved the food into my hands, I asked, "You ready?"
"No," she said, brushing past me. I walked close behind her, and after we'd walked a little ways, she turned and faced me.
"I'm not going," Ginny announced to me.
"Oh really?" I questioned, trying not to smile at her lack of brains. She could not win an argument with a Malfoy. No one could.
"No. I have no reason nor desire to come with you."
"Oh really?" I responded again. She was quite cute when she was angry.
She stared at me for a moment. Then she opened her mouth, only to close it again. I chuckled quietly, but she heard me just the same.
"And what is so funny?" she asked, her eyes bearing into mine. Can't say I didn't like it...
"You," I replied simply.
"Me? I'm sorry, but I don't recall telling a joke."
"Feisty," I commented.
"Excuse me? How dare you!" she yelled.
"Oh yes, I forgot about the Weasley short temper."
That was when she slapped me. If her intention was to shut me up, then her method was quite effective because she hit me square on the jaw, and I couldn't get it to move afterwards.
It took me 30 seconds or so to recover, but when I did, I was furious. I grabbed both of Ginny's arms with both of mine, and pulled her so close our noses were almost touching.
"Wrong move, Weasley. I don't tolerate bitch slaps well at all!" I yelled, violently shaking her. "You just made a big mistake!"
I threw her onto the ground, retrieved my wand, and squatted over her. Clasping her neck with one firm hand, I pointed my wand directly at her heart. She looked extremely frightened with her eyes wide and her skin ghost white.
I was pleased with the scare I had given her, yet somehow, I couldn't bring myself to harm her any further. She deserved a strong punishment, but I just couldn't give it to her. Why not? I didn't know. Lost in my confused thoughts, I loosened my grip on her neck- just enough so she could wriggle free and scuttle backwards.
She stood and pointed her own wand at me. I then stood as well.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, do you honestly think you stand a chance in a duel against me?" I asked.
"I honestly do. Draco, your head might be extraordinarily large, but your ability isn't."
My eyes widened at this insult, but I quickly regained my composure. "Petty insults will get you no where," I retorted.
"And have you told yourself that?"
"Why weren't you this feisty when we were in school? I might have grown to fancy you."
"Ugh," she said, giving me a repulsive look. "That's disgusting."
"Yes. Yes, I suppose it is. You are a Weasley."
"You are a Malfoy," she added. Then she let out a little giggle.
"What?" I asked.
"We're acting like we did in school. One would think we'd have grown up by now."
I shrugged. "Old habits die hard."
To this Ginny sincerely laughed- a beautiful smile on her face. I found myself smiling too. Realizing this, I quickly got rid of my smile and replaced it with the trademark smirk.
"You're such a git," Ginny said, grinning.
"What can I say? It's part of the charm," I joked.
I let the moment linger for a short time before I realized what it was- flirting with a Weasley! How could I!? I wanted to hurt myself so bad for doing such a thing that my arm actually moved towards my face. I restrained it with my other hand.
"We've got a lot of ground to cover. I'd like to be a good distance away from London before nightfall," I said much harsher than before.
Ginny's frowned and shook her head. "I'm not going, Draco."
I groaned, annoyed with the stubborn girl. "Don't put up a fight, Ginny. I've spared you once, but I will not do it again."
Ginny glanced around her. She closed her eyes, and as she did, her breath quickened. It got faster, and she began to twitch a little. She tilted her head upwards- eyes still closed- and began muttering something in a strange language.
My eyes grew wide. I knew that language. I knew exactly what she was doing. My heart began to beat madly, and my mind raced uncontrollably in confusion. It couldn't be. There's no way Ginny was involved with Voldemort's Army! But Ginny was doing what Draco had done countless times- communicating with a powerful and high-ranking follower of Voldemort.
I hadn't heard that language in over a year, and I couldn't make out what she was saying. Ginny's breathing was slowing. Soon she would return to a normal state of consciousness, and who knew what she would do to me then. I was running out of time fast. Obviously, Voldemort's followers would be after me because of my abandonment, so why hadn't I been more cautious? Maybe it wasn't Ginny, but a Bogart or something instead. My mind was going crazy with ideas that made no sense, but then Ginny interrupted my thoughts.
Her heavy breathing had stopped entirely. Her head fell forward, and her eyes snapped suddenly open. She stared at me for a second, her body rigid and still, no breath sounds coming from her. Then she collapsed onto the ground, and I stood in udder perplexity.
I didn't know whether I should leave her or not. Would Voldemort's Army be on its way now? For me? What had Ginny told them before she collapsed? I had so many questions and no one to answer them.
Should I take a chance at contacting McGonagall? I thought. I could send up sparks. Surely there are watchmen back at camp who would see them and come. But what if someone else saw?
I couldn't risk giving away my position, assuming it wasn't already given away by Ginny, so I lifted Ginny's limp body into my arms and took off as fast as I could.
~~Noel~~
Two hours after I had 'asked' Ginny to come with me, she was still not warming up to me. She had packed a small bag for herself and some food for us both.
When she shoved the food into my hands, I asked, "You ready?"
"No," she said, brushing past me. I walked close behind her, and after we'd walked a little ways, she turned and faced me.
"I'm not going," Ginny announced to me.
"Oh really?" I questioned, trying not to smile at her lack of brains. She could not win an argument with a Malfoy. No one could.
"No. I have no reason nor desire to come with you."
"Oh really?" I responded again. She was quite cute when she was angry.
She stared at me for a moment. Then she opened her mouth, only to close it again. I chuckled quietly, but she heard me just the same.
"And what is so funny?" she asked, her eyes bearing into mine. Can't say I didn't like it...
"You," I replied simply.
"Me? I'm sorry, but I don't recall telling a joke."
"Feisty," I commented.
"Excuse me? How dare you!" she yelled.
"Oh yes, I forgot about the Weasley short temper."
That was when she slapped me. If her intention was to shut me up, then her method was quite effective because she hit me square on the jaw, and I couldn't get it to move afterwards.
It took me 30 seconds or so to recover, but when I did, I was furious. I grabbed both of Ginny's arms with both of mine, and pulled her so close our noses were almost touching.
"Wrong move, Weasley. I don't tolerate bitch slaps well at all!" I yelled, violently shaking her. "You just made a big mistake!"
I threw her onto the ground, retrieved my wand, and squatted over her. Clasping her neck with one firm hand, I pointed my wand directly at her heart. She looked extremely frightened with her eyes wide and her skin ghost white.
I was pleased with the scare I had given her, yet somehow, I couldn't bring myself to harm her any further. She deserved a strong punishment, but I just couldn't give it to her. Why not? I didn't know. Lost in my confused thoughts, I loosened my grip on her neck- just enough so she could wriggle free and scuttle backwards.
She stood and pointed her own wand at me. I then stood as well.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, do you honestly think you stand a chance in a duel against me?" I asked.
"I honestly do. Draco, your head might be extraordinarily large, but your ability isn't."
My eyes widened at this insult, but I quickly regained my composure. "Petty insults will get you no where," I retorted.
"And have you told yourself that?"
"Why weren't you this feisty when we were in school? I might have grown to fancy you."
"Ugh," she said, giving me a repulsive look. "That's disgusting."
"Yes. Yes, I suppose it is. You are a Weasley."
"You are a Malfoy," she added. Then she let out a little giggle.
"What?" I asked.
"We're acting like we did in school. One would think we'd have grown up by now."
I shrugged. "Old habits die hard."
To this Ginny sincerely laughed- a beautiful smile on her face. I found myself smiling too. Realizing this, I quickly got rid of my smile and replaced it with the trademark smirk.
"You're such a git," Ginny said, grinning.
"What can I say? It's part of the charm," I joked.
I let the moment linger for a short time before I realized what it was- flirting with a Weasley! How could I!? I wanted to hurt myself so bad for doing such a thing that my arm actually moved towards my face. I restrained it with my other hand.
"We've got a lot of ground to cover. I'd like to be a good distance away from London before nightfall," I said much harsher than before.
Ginny's frowned and shook her head. "I'm not going, Draco."
I groaned, annoyed with the stubborn girl. "Don't put up a fight, Ginny. I've spared you once, but I will not do it again."
Ginny glanced around her. She closed her eyes, and as she did, her breath quickened. It got faster, and she began to twitch a little. She tilted her head upwards- eyes still closed- and began muttering something in a strange language.
My eyes grew wide. I knew that language. I knew exactly what she was doing. My heart began to beat madly, and my mind raced uncontrollably in confusion. It couldn't be. There's no way Ginny was involved with Voldemort's Army! But Ginny was doing what Draco had done countless times- communicating with a powerful and high-ranking follower of Voldemort.
I hadn't heard that language in over a year, and I couldn't make out what she was saying. Ginny's breathing was slowing. Soon she would return to a normal state of consciousness, and who knew what she would do to me then. I was running out of time fast. Obviously, Voldemort's followers would be after me because of my abandonment, so why hadn't I been more cautious? Maybe it wasn't Ginny, but a Bogart or something instead. My mind was going crazy with ideas that made no sense, but then Ginny interrupted my thoughts.
Her heavy breathing had stopped entirely. Her head fell forward, and her eyes snapped suddenly open. She stared at me for a second, her body rigid and still, no breath sounds coming from her. Then she collapsed onto the ground, and I stood in udder perplexity.
I didn't know whether I should leave her or not. Would Voldemort's Army be on its way now? For me? What had Ginny told them before she collapsed? I had so many questions and no one to answer them.
Should I take a chance at contacting McGonagall? I thought. I could send up sparks. Surely there are watchmen back at camp who would see them and come. But what if someone else saw?
I couldn't risk giving away my position, assuming it wasn't already given away by Ginny, so I lifted Ginny's limp body into my arms and took off as fast as I could.