I apologize for chapter eight, it was really bad. :-P During the beginning of this chapter it may seem like I'm letting it get pointless and stupid, but there IS a plot to this story and it is being followed, I promise!
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For the next two days Ginny avoided Draco. Soon it was Christmas Eve. Daphne, who Ginny had spent a good amount of time with, had been trying to convince Ginny to talk to Draco, but Ginny wouldn't.
Draco was sitting in the common room. Blaise was sitting with him. Daphne, who had been sitting across from them, got up.
"Where are you going?" asked Blaise.
"Picking Ginny up, we're going to fly for a bit."
Draco watched her get up. He hadn't really spoken a whole load, but his face spoke very loudly. He was annoyed, his brow had been furrowed in thought for a few days and the look in his eyes seemed to have become permanent.
"You really pissed her off." Daphne said to Draco. "I have been trying to get her to talk to you."
Draco breathed in. "She pissed herself off. I just spoke."
"Oh you're so incredibly full of it." said Daphne exasperatedly.
Draco shrugged stiffly. "And.."
"Everything is everybody else's fault. Not yours. Maybe you should think about how you could have possibly caused her to feel she needed to leave Draco. or think about what could have scared you. Instead of thinking about yourself and your big, fat bruised ego." Daphne left.
"You sure do know how to charm the ladies." said Blaise, smirking.
"Blaise, do I need to say it?" He said through gritted teeth. Blaise smiled charmingly. Draco shook his head, his jaw clenched firmly. He was clearly pissed off.
"Draco. Talk to her. Tell her your sorry. Tell her you were just upset and lost your temper. Here's a new concept... BE sorry. Or pretend you're sorry. I don't care. But do something because you're driving me nuts and killing you is beginning to look like a lovely option."
"Killing me." Draco let out a short, and not very amused laugh.
Blaise rolled his eyes.
Hours later, the girls came back in, giggling. Draco had spent the whole while working out his plan.
Daphne wasn't wearing any makeup. She wore sweats and had her hair tied back messily. She looked like any other teenage girl. it was refreshing.
"I couldn't believe that loop you made, Ginny, it was amazing." gushed Daphne. She was the only female member of the Slytherin Quidditch team, a chaser.
"Thank you. You're pretty damn good yourself, Daphne. I've seen anyone turn so sharp."
"The fact that I have Firebolt XI has a lot to do with it 'Nevra, and you know it."
"'Nevra... I rather like that." said Ginny.
Draco had got up, watching the two girls talk to each other excitedly. He peeled off his top layer of robes, exposing the rather tight fitting black t-shirt, and the black combat trouser he had on underneath.
Ginny was very carefully not looking at Draco. He walked over to them, looking like he was having stern words with his feet and the floor, his eyes fixed downwards. Ginny continued to pointedly ignore him. Her hair was in a messy bun but tendrils were sticking to her neck, trailing inside her brown sweatshirt. The knee of her white sweat pants were dirty and her face was bright red from the cold and the exertion.
"Ginevra?"said Draco, looking down at her. He had his hands clasped together behind him.
She spun around. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"To talk to you." replied Draco. She had used his second name, again, that didn't fill him with confidence at all.
"So talk." said Ginny, planting her hands on her hips. She knew she was being an unreasonable bitch, only partly because Daphne had told her so that morning.
"I wanted to apologize." He said, his silvery hair covering the fact his steely eyes were looking a little unsure of themselves. A Malfoy, apologize? HA!
Ginny blinked, looking surprised. "You... you do?" asked Ginny.
"Yes." said Draco, crossing his arms, flicking his hair from his face with a quick movement of the head, a raise of an eyebrow completing his stance. Ginny waited, as if to say 'so do it'.
"I'm sorry for getting like that. It was wrong of me, and I shouldn't have."
Ginny shifted from foot to foot, wanting desperately to be bitchy about it. But her damned Weasley conscience wouldn't let her. "Apology accepted." and then, because he had apologized, and Malfoys never apologize, and also, to a certain extent, because if she had to not look at him for another second she would explode, she let her eyes start at his feet and go all the way up, in the way most people only think boys check girls out.
"Nice t-shirt." said Ginny, stealing his own smirk (he was sure he'd had the damn thing copyrighted) and turning it on him.
"Thanks." said Draco, watching her. He began pushing up his sleeves and afterwards, planted his hands absently in his pockets.
"Are we gonna go take a shower, Daphne?" asked Ginny.
"Both of you, in a shower, together?" Draco raised an eyebrow, with a slightly mischeivious curl to his lip.
"Oooops, she didn't mean to hint that." said Daphne.
"Nope, not at all. And we don't kiss either." smirked Ginny.
"Kiss? Shower? Girls?" Blaise sat up so fast he nearly got vertigo.
Draco laughed, turning to Blaise. "Just go back to what you were doing."
"I was sleeping. Trust me, this is much more interesting. Now what was this, with the kissing?" asked Blaise. Daphne and Ginny were leaning on each other, giggling uncontrollably. Draco shook his head, tutting at him.
"Whaaat?" asked Blaise. "And Draco Malfoy, if you say you don't think the idea of our girlfriends making out in the shower is sexy, I'll have to take you to St. Mungos. Symptoms: no longer acting like a male..."
"It is incredibly hot, but, It's not going to happen." replied Draco.
"Why must you all torture me?" asked Blaise dispairingly. He flopped back out of sight. Ginny leaned into Daphne and whispered something.
"We'll kiss." said Daphne. She was smirking a very dangerous looking smirk. Blaise sat bolt upright once again. Draco's face went into a state of shock. He couldn't hardly believe what she had just said.
"If..." said Ginny
"If you two do." Daphne was cracking up.
Draco went whiter if possible. "If we kiss?" Blaise looked at Draco.Ginny nodded and then started laughing as hard as Daphne was. Draco looked round. He wasn't homophobic or anything, but kissing boys scared him.
Draco swallowed waiting for Blaise to answer. Blaise thought about it for a few seconds. "Ok." he agreed. Ginny burst into another round of giggles, shortly joined by Daphne.
Draco turned and scowled at him. "Blaise!"
"What? Draco, you are probably the hottest guy in this school! Why wouldn't I wanto to kiss you?" teased Blaise. "But I think you guys should have to do more then kiss." finished Blaise.
Draco had to agree. "Yeah, I will only if you two do more!" He said, feelin incredibly uncomfortable.
"Why should we unless you do?"
"Because, this is a bigger deal for a guy, than a girl!"
"And why the fuck is that? Justin Finch-Fletchley makes out with a boy regularly." said Daphne.
" Yes, but he's gay."
"I'm not gay." said Daphne.
"Daph, I know perfectly well you're bi." said Blaise.
"Yeah well, 'Nevra isn't."
"Neither am I." Draco added. He was as straight as any person could be.
"How much more?" asked Ginny. Draco looked to Blaise. He wasn't about to dictate how much further they should go. Blaise shrugged.
"We'll full on make out." said Daphne, shrugging. "If you two kiss."
"Alright." Blaise said, getting up and going over to Draco. Ginny started giggling at the face Draco was making.
"Come here you big stud, you." Blaise said, kissing the rather stunned Draco.
Daphne started rolling around the floor. Ginny was in shock, she had had no idea they'd do it. Daphne gasped out "Draco, don't let Blaise do all the work!" Draco kissed him back, but only for a few seconds. He pulled away quickly. "Wow, now I know why people like kissing ou so much!" Blaise said with a grin. He was winding Draco up, and doing a good job at it. Ginny giggled.
"Shut up." Draco replied to Blaise, now feeling incredibly uncomfortable.
"Make me." said Blaise. "And aren't you forgetting...? Enjoy the show, man."
"Point taken. " Draco turned his attemtions to Ginny and Daphne.
"Can we shower first?" asked Ginny.
"Sure." Draco said.
"As long as you promise to keep your side." Blaise said.
"Yeah yeah yeah." said the girls.
They left and came back thirty minutes later, hair wet, wrapped in bathrobes. Draco and Blaise were sitting on the couches, and both looked round as they entered the common room again. Blaise had a grin on his face from something he had finished saying before they walked into the room.
"Uh oh." said Ginny and Daphne at the same time when the saw Blaise's grin.
"What?" asked Blaise innocently. Draco smiled slightly, the curl in his lip more knowing than anything else.
"What's up?" Ginny said quikcly.
"Oh its nothing." replied Draco. "Blaise just exciting himself."
"Ummm that sounds wrong." Ginny giggled.
"It is." He replied, getting up and going over to Ginny. They hadn't touched each other for over two days, it was getting to a point where he was going slighty crazy. Ginny smiled at him and, going up on tip toe and pulling him down, kissed him soundly.
"Miss me?" said Ginny, rather rhetorically, dropping a wickedly sexy smirk that was a direct copy of Daphne's. Blaise rolled his eyes.
"Yeah yeah yeah. He missed you. Are you two going to make out or not, because if not draco might kill you. He can't possibly have comprimised his manhood for nothing." Blaise grinned. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Perfectly ridiculous, the both of you." said Daphne. Draco raised an eyebrow at her, before leaning down and again kissing Ginny.
Blaise flopped on the couch. "I am never going to get to see this, am I?" Draco pulled away, after hearing Blaise's whining.
Draco smiled, "Your turn." he said gesturing to Daphne. Daphne walked over. Ginny was looking rather akward. Blaise, on the other hand had sat up and was watching them with enough intensity that Ginny was pretty sure her neck was on fire. Draco watched, this was more for Blaise than anything, but what hot blooded male didn't enjoy hot girl-on-girl action?
Ginny was continually shifting nervously. She really had never in a million years expected the boys to give in and kiss each other. Finally Daphne put a steadying hand on her shoulder, cupped her cheek in the other hand, leaned in and kissed her. Ginny went stiffer then she had the first time Draco had kissed her. Daphne pulled back. Draco glanced to Blaise then back to Ginny
Ginny visibly shook herself, leaned in, and kissed Daphne. Her hands her on Daphne's hips but she slid them up until one was behind Daphne's neck and the other one was near her chest. Blaise looked like his eyes were going to pop out.
Draco's jaw visibly dropped, and his eyes widened. "Wow." He muttered
Ginny pulled back. "Satisfactory, gentlemen?" asked Ginny, smirking in Draco's direction. Daphne was grinning.
"Draco, I'm almost jealous."
Draco curled his lips into a sideways smile. "Yea, well, should've got there before me really."
Blaise came over and grabbed Daphne. "Less talk, more removal of clothing." he dragged away his laughing girlfriend.
Draco laughed and looked to Ginny, his arms crossed. She looked at Draco, one brow arched. She was still wearing just a bathrobe, due to her shower.
"That was definately something." said Draco, smiling at her.
"I think Daphne might be a better kisser than you." said Ginny, teasing. She knew it was kind of fool hardy, given that teasing him was a bit like baiting an underfed lion. Or snake.
"She might?" said Draco, curiously, and somewhat edgily.
"Maaaaybe..." said Ginny in that 'I'm not gonna tell you' tone.
Draco felt slightly threatened. "Is she?" he asked quickly.
"It's different." said Ginny, smile fading. God would it be nice to have a boyfriend she could tease.
Draco realised he had said something wrong as her smile faded. "Well..." he thought. "If she is that good, I'll have to make sure she doesn't do it again." he winked.
"Blaise will be so upset." said Ginny, her playful tone coming back.
"Well, he is going to have to put up with it." Draco entwined his fingers of one hand round hers.
Ginny pouted. "Didn't you think it was hot?"
"It was more than hot." replied Draco, with a grin.
"Oh..?" said Ginny.
Draco grinned. " Well, certainly put Blaise in the mood very quickly, and well...." he thread his arms about her.
"Well what?"
Draco then leant down and kissed her. "I'd be very very tempted to just carry you away now, if, Those two hadn't beaten me to it." Ginny breathed a private sigh of relief. She just couldn't think about having sex with draco now. She felt like a slut anyway. Rationally, she knew she wasn't. She had had sex with one boy. But still, it felt like it. Draco had no idea. He had his arms around her, and he was that much taller. He didn't hear her.
"I should go. If I come in too late, Harry will notice." said Ginny.
"Allright." Draco let go of her, if somewhat reluctantly. Ginny kissed him and disappeared. He watched her leave, now by himself again.
The next morning at breakfast, Blaise was actually looking uncomfortable, an uncustomary look for him.
"You alright?!" Draco asked, noticing that he wasn't his usual self.
"Heh... Well, when Daphne was falling asleep last night she told me something she should't've... Soetmhing you'll be mad if I don't tell you. But uh, she'll kind of kill me if I do tell you." Daphne, in fact, was not at breakfast. Neither was Ginny, Draco had noticed.
"Cut the crap and tell me." replied Draco, looking around for both Josie and Ginny again.
"Well, Daphne was at breakfast the morning after you and Ginevra had sex and.... 'Nevra never came to breakfast. At all.... she lied to you mate. And she won't tell Daphne why either."
" She lied to me?!" said Draco, his temper rising. "Then got mad at me?!"
Blaise shrunk back. "Just uh, don't kill her, amte. And if you're going to go tearing up to the Gryff tower, take your invisibility cloak." Draco sat there, fuming, merely nodding in reply.
Just then Ginny herself came into the Great Hall, nearly skipping. She flashed Draco a quick smile, and then sat down next to Harry at the table. Draco wanted to get up, and get very very angry. But he thought it good to bide his time, in the middle of the Hall, with people around, wouldn't be wise.
Fifteen or so mintues later, Ginny got up, waved to Harry and left. Draco got up and followed her. Making sure not to draw attention to himself. He didn't want Potter following. When got into the hallway, Ginny was heading up the main stairs to get to Gryffindor Tower.
"Ginevra." said Draco loudly and coldly, his voice echoing up the stairs and past her.
Ginny turned. "Draco, shhh... You don't want somebody to hear." said Ginny with an indulgent smile that faded when she saw his expression.
Draco walked up to her, and took her by the wrist. "You're going to want to take this somewhere a little less public." he said, incredibly annoyed.
"Draco, that hurts. What are you on about?"
"You lied to my face." said Draco dangerously, and quietly. He released slightly on her wrist, though not letting go of it.Before he even said anything else, Draco dragged her into the nearest broom closet.
"What are you talking about?" said Ginny, who Draco had pressed back against a wall.
"That morning after we slept together."
"No, I didn't..." said Ginny, shifting uncomfortably. How the hell had he known? He glared at her, he hated being lied to.
"Draco, let me go.... I... I have to study." it was a weak excuse, at best. It was the twenty third of December for goodness sake.
"Day before Christmas eve and you have to study? Where were you?!"
"Flying." said Ginny finally. "After I went to the tower and changed."
"Why did you tell me you were at Breakfast then?" asked Draco, not believeing her.
"Would you have believed me if I told you I skipped out on you because of a sudden urge to fly?"
"Probably not, but I'm still not believing you now!"
"What do you want me to say, Draco? That I left because your loveliness was blinding me?" said Ginny sharply.
"The truth would be nice." he replied icily.
"I don't want to talk to you." said Ginny, trying to push past Draco.
"Why did you lie?" Draco was being deliberately obtuse and getting in her way.
"I didn't feel like talking to you, you were so mad."
"When I was asleep in my bed?"
"No. When you found me on the Quidditch pitch. That is when I told you I had gone to breakfast, if I recall."
"When you haddn't." he was getting flustered.
"Because you were shouting at me. I wounded your precious family and male pride." said Ginny. Draco growled.
"Ohhh, hit a nerve, have I?" said Ginny, taunting him. She had to get him amd enough to leave. She couldn't tell him the truth.
"I don't like being lied to..." said Draco through gritted teeth.
"You don't like thinking maybe I had better things to do then sit around and wait for you to wake up." taunted Ginny.
"Could've woken me." replied Draco, his reactions a little more heated. Ginny was surprised that he hadn't figured out she was hiding something, that she was being mean as armor. Much as he did.
"And I still dont beleive you, where had you gone?!"
"Look, when I'm uspet I fly!" burst out Ginny without thinking.
"Upset?!" he threw back.
"Nevermind." said Ginny quickly.
"Why were you upset?"
"Dream." said Ginny, forgetting that she had told him she hadn't dreamed that night.
"You said you hadn't dreamt that night." said Draco.
"Why couldn't I have been a better liar!" snapped Ginny.
Draco simply shrugged, "So, why were you upset?" he pushed for an answer.
"Because."
"Because?"
Ginny muttered soemthing unintelligible.
Draco strained to hear what she had said. "What was that?"
"I got freaked out. I... I was scared Draco, ok? I realized I wasn't ready to have sex. Except it was just eight hours or so too late." said Ginny. "There. I told you. Can I go now?" she snapped, feeling stupid and young. "Is that answer satisfactory to your Majesty?" she hissed. She wanted to smack him, or punch him, or curse him. Make him feel something like what she felt. Hurt and angry and confused and scared. Her robes were fisted in her ivory hands, her bottom lip was clenched between her teeth and her ears were red. All signs she was nervous and upset. Draco looked down at her for a long while, before stepping aside and opening the door for her.
Ginny rushed past him. Draco watched her, steely eyes following her deep red hair. She hurried up the stairs. Draco left the closet, but didn't head up the stairs after her. He instead turned down the corridor, towards the dungeons.
Blaise was waiting for him. "So?"
"So what?" snapped Draco.
"I assume it went badly then." said Blaise. Draco dropped himself into a chair.
"Tell me." said Blaise flatly.
Draco looked up at him. "She freaked out. She hadn't wanted to sleep with me pretty much."
"Ouch..." Draco bored holes into the floor with his eyes.
"So then what are you going to do?" asked Blaise reasonably. "I mean... Is she justified in being freaked out or is it just typical teenage female horomones?"
"I don't know." said Draco. "I have no idea, you seem to be the expert." he said sarcastically.
"If you're going to be a snot you can figure it out on your own. Or, better yet, ask your dear papa for help. Should be easy. 'Dad, I'm having girl trouble' I can just see his reaction. 'oh, of course son'. And he'd be so pleased when he found out who it was too."
"Fuck. You." replied Draco, really not in the mood for Blaise to be like that.
"Tsk tsk. So incredibly unoriginal. Draco, dear, if you ever felt anything you'd be a bit easier to deal with." said Blaise. He got up and left. That was the first time Blaise had ever abandoned Draco. Ever. Draco was stunned. He watched Blaise leave. He was truly alone.
Ginny flopped onto the couch in the Gryffindor common room. "He's never going to speak to me again." she mumbled. Starting to cry, she buried her face into a couch cushion, glad Harry was out flying. Eventually, she cried herself to sleep.
She was watching a certain person standing inside a circle. There was a tall person in a cloak standing in front of them. They knelt down. Their hood fell back and she saw coppery hair fall down their back to their tail bone. The figure raised their left arm up. The cloaked person threw their hood back. It was Voldemort. The figure she was watching put their arm into the white, cold hands of Voldemort. The figure screamed as a horrid black tatoo branded itself onto her skin, blossoming from the dark lord's wand. As the figure fell back, Ginny saw it's face. Her face.
Ginny sat up, screaming.
"It... it can't be prophetic. It can't." There's only one way to tell. Said the dark voice in the back of her head. The one that had been there forever. "Dreamless sleep potion." exactly. Said the voice. "But..." take it. Hermione gave you a vial, in case, didn't she? "Yes... Argh. I am NOT talking to myself." yes, you are. "Shut up!" said Ginny sharply. She went and got the vial. Taking a deep breath, she took the entire vial. Then she fell back. Asleep.
Harry clambored through the portrait hole. He heard frantic whimpering. He looked round for the noise and spotted Ginny on the couch.
"No... Harry... Dra... No... Stop it..." words upon words were pouring from Ginny's mouth, most incoherent. What could be heard was rather frightening. She turned and tossed crazily.
Harry looked panicked. "Ginny? Ginny?!" he said, kneeling by her, trying to stop her thrashing and to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up.
"Ooooh Shit." Harry said, trying some more, but failing.
After a bit he picked her up to carry her to the infirmary. He didn't notice a black haired shadow slip out from behind a pillar, a worried look on it's face and head for the dungeons.
"Draco." came a sharp voice into the Slytehrin common room. "I just saw Potter, carrying Ginevra. In the direction of the infirmary. She looked unconscious."
Draco's eyes widened. "Fuck." he got up, moving fluidly over to Blaise.
"My sentiments exactly." Draco looked a Blaise for a second, in silent apology.
"Don't worry about it. We have a problem to investigate. We should probably have a manly hug moment, but we haven't the time. I assume you don't want barbarian Potter carrying your girlfriend around longer then necessary?"
Draco shook his head. "Let's go."
"Wait just a minute." Blaise grabbed Draco's shoulder. "She is not going to thank you if you reveal your relationship to goody-two-shoes. Invisibility cloak."
"Good idea." said Draco, turning on his heel, going and getting it. He didn't know what he'd do without Blaise. When he returned Blaise pulled it over the both of them and they set off for the hospital wing. They made their way quickly and quietly to the wing.
Pomfrey was leaning over a bed out of which red hair was spilling. "So stupid... Prophetic dreams... Whole vial of dreamless sleep potion... What could she have been thinking..." the nurse was mutteirng. Potter was nowhere to be seen. Draco and Blaised edged closer to the bed silently. Ginny lay on the bed. From a distance she looked still but up close they could see she was twitching and whimpering low in her throat. Every now and then she would mumbled something, usually incoherently.
Pomfrey bustled out of the room, still muttering.
Draco went over and knelt by Ginny, listening.
"Stop. Not Harry. No... Don't." she whimpered in a garbled sort of voice. Blaise winced. Draco looked incredibly worried, and from what he had heard Pomfrey say, she wasn't in a good state.
"This isn't good..." Draco whispered helplessly. Blaise looked at Ginny's hand. It was bandaged. Draco hadn't noticed that.
Blaise looked at the blonde boy. He would rather Draco be mad then be like this. A mad Draco was at least semi-productive. Draco looked up at him.
"Sounds like she did this to herself." said Blaise blandly. Draco scowled slightly, and got up. Blaise arched a perfect black brow at the other boy. He shook his head slightly, looking back down at Ginny."What?" asked Blaise quietly.
"You think she did this to herself?" Draco hit him round the back of the head with his hand.
"No, Drake. No. I think Lord Voldemort came in and force fed it to her." said Blaise sarcastically.
"I was being sarcastic..." said Draco.
"Well then what was the smack for?" said Blaise irritably, rubbing the back of his head.
"You pointing the obvious."
"Of course she did it to herself, either way. Maybe she didn't know what it was. Or she was trying to see if a new dream was prophetic. Or she knew this could happen.... And was trying to kill herself. Which was the option to which I refered."
"I doubt she tried to kill herself.." said Draco looking down at her again.
"Oh? What makes you doubt it?"
Draco looked at him. " I just do, I didn't upset her that much!"
"It might not have been all you."
"Shut up." said Draco, Blaise was making him flustered.
"I knwo you're pissed off, you can let it out you know. Or maybe you're not. In which case I sincerely doubt you are Draco, because whenever anything happens he didn't command, he has a hissy. Or ten."
Draco looked away, his jaw gritted his teeth. "Shut up!" Blaise shut his mouth, waiting.
"Not Harry..." whimpered Ginny, loudly this time. Draco turned his head quickly. Blaise was certain that hearing Ginny whimper about Harry in her sleep was not doing Draco any favors.
"Harry..." Draco said dismissively, getting even more wound up.
"No. Don't Please. Stop it!" Ginny shrieked. Her tone was that of someone who should have just sat up, sweaty and breathing hard. But she slept on. Blaise flinched. It was disturbing listening to her. Draco clenched a fist.
"Draco." murmured Ginny, tossing and turning. "Draco..." she whimpered. He knelt by her again, hearing herwhimper his name worried him immensely. "Make it stop...." said Ginny. Some part of her subconscious was not compeltely in the dreams that were rushing past her. Draco reached for her hand, and saw the bandages on it.
"Please..." whimpered Ginny most pitifully.
Draco replied. "I can't..." he whispered.
She gave a particularly violent shudder and screamed a piercing, blood-curdling shriek.
A/N:
-Waits to be pelted with rotten fruit- Yes, I know, I'm hurting Ginny, it's bad. But it has a point, I promise!