Phoenix and the Dragon
by: babykelyse
A/N: Thank to you my two reviewers :) I'm still deciding where this is going, so just hang in there with me as i attempt to make this thing interesting. And without further delay, on with the next chapter :)
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don't own any HP characters or such, but i do own plot and characters made up.
Chapter Two
Sticky Situations
It had been weeks since Draco had bumped into, or taunted for that matter, Virginia Weasely. Her reaction was, indeed, interesting, but he'd have rathered it not happen again. In the Great Hall, she'd passed him fleeting glances as if to reassure herself that he'd convinced himself it was a figment of his imagination. His avoiding of her pleased her greatly, and she attempted to go on with her life as if that day had never happened. But that all changed in one night. Ginny had walked down to the Gryffindor common room only to see her beloved Harry Potter snogging with his latest girl toy, Amanda Bilkins. She was pretty, yes, but Ginny wasn't prepared for this site. She felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her body and stomped upon. She made a strangled noise, and attempted to run out of the common room without Harry noticing. She'd failed.
"Ginny? What's wrong?"
"N-nothing Harry. Just got something caught in my eye is all. I'll see you later." Ginny hurriedly ran out of the common room and leaned against the wall taking deep breaths. She'd known it'd happen sooner or later, but why now? Why when she just so happened to be walking to the common room? Her love for Harry had intensified in the passing years, but she'd grown unhopeful of every getting a chance with him. He thought of her as a friend, and the most annoying, Ron's little sister. She'd hoped that if she were around him enough, he'd grow feelings for her, but if anything, the only grew more brotherly. Ginny walked slowly down the halls until she reached a tower unknown to any student. She'd found it while wandering the halls one day, after she'd had a bitter row with Ron. When would he ever learn that she was 16 now? She wasn't a little girl anymore. She slipped into the room quietly and proceeded to walk over to the window to stargaze and muse over Harry. A cold voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
"What are you doing here Weasely?"
Ginny slowly turned and saw the person she'd hoped she'd never have to see again after her little episode, Draco Malfoy.
"I asked you a question Weasely. Are you deaf as well as stupid?", he sneered.
Ginny could slowly feel the anger spreading through her body like litte fingers of fire. Unknown to her, her eyes had slowly begun changing from their normal brown color to a hazy orange. She felt the air around her heat up, and attempted to calm herself before her true nature came out.
"I heard you Malfoy, I just decided not to answer.", she spat out coldly. Desperately she tried to clamp down her feelings of hatred for this one boy and calm herself before she did something outrageous. When he didn't answer right away to her comment, she relaxed. Slowly her eyes changed back to their normal color, and the air around her cooled with the night air. Ginny stared at Draco for a moment more, then turned her back on him and preceded to walk over to the window.
"Your eyes, why do they change colors?"
Ginny jumped at this unexpected question because she had, for a moment, forgotten entirely that Malfoy was in the same room as she. Slowly she turned to him, as she attempted to give a reason as to why her eyes changed colors without giving her secret away.
"If you must know, they change colors because of intense changes of my moods. Since I was perfectly content, and seeing you in here and asking me that senseless question pissed me off, they changed colors." She'd hoped he buy the bullshit explanation she'd given. It was truthful enough. Unfortunately for her, Draco didn't buy it, at all.
"I don't believe you Weasely. A few weeks ago, walls shook, your eyes turned red, the very air around you sizzled with fire. That's, strange power. Especially from one so young as you."
"Why do you need to know? Its none of your business Malfoy." Ginny said coldly.
"I believe Dumbledore would love to know that one of his most precious students is practicing magic that only more, accomplished wizards should be using, don't you think?"
"Professor Dumbledore already knows of the magic I have, Malfoy." Ginny attempted to brush past him as she said this, but he easily blocked her way out. At 6'2, he'd filled out immensely in the preceding years, due to his immense training with Quidditch. He literally, filled the doorway. And she, at her small 5'4 had nothing on him.
"Why are you so interested Malfoy? You hate me and my family."
"I never said I hated you, Weasely. I hate Pothead, and that filthy mudblood Granger. And let's not forget about your pathetic brother."
"Don't you EVER talk about my brother or his friends Malfoy," Ginny shouted. She'd desperately tried to bank it down, but her anger consumed her. She felt the fire start to overcome her body and she was powerless to stop it. Her eyes went from chocolate brown, to an alarming blood red. Her red and gold hair changed into fiery red locks, and her hands had fire at the tips. She seemed to float on air, and when she spoke her voice was no longer sweet and lilting, but loud and commanding.
Malfoy stood there entranced, but only for a moment as an all-consuming fire hit him, hard. He felt himself being thrown into a wall. His whole body felt as if it had been hit by a train, and he struggled to push himself up, only to be thrown into the wall again. After his second hit, he'd given up even trying to pull himself up. He turned his head toward Ginny and saw an amazing sight. Gone was the short, curvy little Weasely, and in her place stood, or rather floated, a woman consumed in flames. Her eyes shot darts at him, and her mouth was moving as if she were saying incantations.
Then all of a sudden, the woman was gone, and in her place stood Ginny once more. The burning sensation he'd had, slowly leaked away as the cold night air rushed over his aching body. He looked again at Ginny as she struggled to stay upright. She'd managed one step forward in his direction, with a guilty and sorrowful expression in her face, and then she fell. She'd blacked out. Draco desperately tried to get up and at least help the youngest Weasely, but a sharp pain in his head stopped him. Slowly, and painfully he reached to the back of his head and when he pulled them away, he saw his fingers sticky with his own blood. As he struggled in vain to get up once more, everything in the room started to spin, and then he knew nothing as the black abyss claimed him
A/N: Not my best, but it'll do for now. My next chapter will hopefully be longer, and I'm hoping that this one made some kind of sense. I just started typing and everything else just sorta..came out lol So review if you want, no pressure and I'll try and have the next chapter out as soon as possible.
by: babykelyse
A/N: Thank to you my two reviewers :) I'm still deciding where this is going, so just hang in there with me as i attempt to make this thing interesting. And without further delay, on with the next chapter :)
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don't own any HP characters or such, but i do own plot and characters made up.
Chapter Two
Sticky Situations
It had been weeks since Draco had bumped into, or taunted for that matter, Virginia Weasely. Her reaction was, indeed, interesting, but he'd have rathered it not happen again. In the Great Hall, she'd passed him fleeting glances as if to reassure herself that he'd convinced himself it was a figment of his imagination. His avoiding of her pleased her greatly, and she attempted to go on with her life as if that day had never happened. But that all changed in one night. Ginny had walked down to the Gryffindor common room only to see her beloved Harry Potter snogging with his latest girl toy, Amanda Bilkins. She was pretty, yes, but Ginny wasn't prepared for this site. She felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her body and stomped upon. She made a strangled noise, and attempted to run out of the common room without Harry noticing. She'd failed.
"Ginny? What's wrong?"
"N-nothing Harry. Just got something caught in my eye is all. I'll see you later." Ginny hurriedly ran out of the common room and leaned against the wall taking deep breaths. She'd known it'd happen sooner or later, but why now? Why when she just so happened to be walking to the common room? Her love for Harry had intensified in the passing years, but she'd grown unhopeful of every getting a chance with him. He thought of her as a friend, and the most annoying, Ron's little sister. She'd hoped that if she were around him enough, he'd grow feelings for her, but if anything, the only grew more brotherly. Ginny walked slowly down the halls until she reached a tower unknown to any student. She'd found it while wandering the halls one day, after she'd had a bitter row with Ron. When would he ever learn that she was 16 now? She wasn't a little girl anymore. She slipped into the room quietly and proceeded to walk over to the window to stargaze and muse over Harry. A cold voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
"What are you doing here Weasely?"
Ginny slowly turned and saw the person she'd hoped she'd never have to see again after her little episode, Draco Malfoy.
"I asked you a question Weasely. Are you deaf as well as stupid?", he sneered.
Ginny could slowly feel the anger spreading through her body like litte fingers of fire. Unknown to her, her eyes had slowly begun changing from their normal brown color to a hazy orange. She felt the air around her heat up, and attempted to calm herself before her true nature came out.
"I heard you Malfoy, I just decided not to answer.", she spat out coldly. Desperately she tried to clamp down her feelings of hatred for this one boy and calm herself before she did something outrageous. When he didn't answer right away to her comment, she relaxed. Slowly her eyes changed back to their normal color, and the air around her cooled with the night air. Ginny stared at Draco for a moment more, then turned her back on him and preceded to walk over to the window.
"Your eyes, why do they change colors?"
Ginny jumped at this unexpected question because she had, for a moment, forgotten entirely that Malfoy was in the same room as she. Slowly she turned to him, as she attempted to give a reason as to why her eyes changed colors without giving her secret away.
"If you must know, they change colors because of intense changes of my moods. Since I was perfectly content, and seeing you in here and asking me that senseless question pissed me off, they changed colors." She'd hoped he buy the bullshit explanation she'd given. It was truthful enough. Unfortunately for her, Draco didn't buy it, at all.
"I don't believe you Weasely. A few weeks ago, walls shook, your eyes turned red, the very air around you sizzled with fire. That's, strange power. Especially from one so young as you."
"Why do you need to know? Its none of your business Malfoy." Ginny said coldly.
"I believe Dumbledore would love to know that one of his most precious students is practicing magic that only more, accomplished wizards should be using, don't you think?"
"Professor Dumbledore already knows of the magic I have, Malfoy." Ginny attempted to brush past him as she said this, but he easily blocked her way out. At 6'2, he'd filled out immensely in the preceding years, due to his immense training with Quidditch. He literally, filled the doorway. And she, at her small 5'4 had nothing on him.
"Why are you so interested Malfoy? You hate me and my family."
"I never said I hated you, Weasely. I hate Pothead, and that filthy mudblood Granger. And let's not forget about your pathetic brother."
"Don't you EVER talk about my brother or his friends Malfoy," Ginny shouted. She'd desperately tried to bank it down, but her anger consumed her. She felt the fire start to overcome her body and she was powerless to stop it. Her eyes went from chocolate brown, to an alarming blood red. Her red and gold hair changed into fiery red locks, and her hands had fire at the tips. She seemed to float on air, and when she spoke her voice was no longer sweet and lilting, but loud and commanding.
Malfoy stood there entranced, but only for a moment as an all-consuming fire hit him, hard. He felt himself being thrown into a wall. His whole body felt as if it had been hit by a train, and he struggled to push himself up, only to be thrown into the wall again. After his second hit, he'd given up even trying to pull himself up. He turned his head toward Ginny and saw an amazing sight. Gone was the short, curvy little Weasely, and in her place stood, or rather floated, a woman consumed in flames. Her eyes shot darts at him, and her mouth was moving as if she were saying incantations.
Then all of a sudden, the woman was gone, and in her place stood Ginny once more. The burning sensation he'd had, slowly leaked away as the cold night air rushed over his aching body. He looked again at Ginny as she struggled to stay upright. She'd managed one step forward in his direction, with a guilty and sorrowful expression in her face, and then she fell. She'd blacked out. Draco desperately tried to get up and at least help the youngest Weasely, but a sharp pain in his head stopped him. Slowly, and painfully he reached to the back of his head and when he pulled them away, he saw his fingers sticky with his own blood. As he struggled in vain to get up once more, everything in the room started to spin, and then he knew nothing as the black abyss claimed him
A/N: Not my best, but it'll do for now. My next chapter will hopefully be longer, and I'm hoping that this one made some kind of sense. I just started typing and everything else just sorta..came out lol So review if you want, no pressure and I'll try and have the next chapter out as soon as possible.