Phoenix and the Dragon
By: babykelyse
A/N: And I'm back with another chapter. To my reviewers: You are all greatly appreciated. Your words encourage me to continue on with this story. :) So without further delay, on with the story. Btw, romance between my two favorites will not be commencing until further along with the story. But I won't deprive you of healthy flirtation scenes lol
Disclaimer: Yes, I wish I could own Draco..sadly enough I do not. Damn Rowlings for coming up with the Harry Potter idea first :P
Chapter Three
Essence of Dragon
Pain. All-consuming pain. Ginny struggled to push herself up from the damp floor as she struggled to remember how she got there. She'd managed to at least sit up and her eyes searched the room she was in. As her eyes hit a very unconscious Draco Malfoy, everything that had happened came back to her in a mad rush. Harry making out with Amanda, her disgust at finding Malfoy in her area, his snide comments about her brother, and of course her brief transformation into Phoenix. She moaned softly and closed her eyes as she desperately tried to figure out how she would explain this one. The throbbing in her head increased as she slowly and painfully pushed herself upright. Briefly she closed her eyes and the darkness once again tried to claim her, but she fought it off. Quickly and quietly she performed a spell that would take away her dizziness and the headache and walked over to where Draco Malfoy was laying.
She looked down at him and was amazed. In sleep, he looked innocent. Not at all the bastard he truly was. A lock of white-blond hair had fallen out of place and over his eye. It was then that Ginny noticed the bruises and scratches sporadically about his face. She had done that when she'd lost control of her anger towards him. Ginny leaned down and attempted to turn him over. Fifteen minutes later, Ginny had successfully turned him over on his back. Through the entire ordeal the clod hadn't even stirred. Ginny wiped at the sweat on her brow from the demanding task. She inspected him for broken bones, and was pleased when she found none. Her outburst hadn't killed him at least.
Although he looked peaceful when he was sleep, or passed out in his case, Ginny knew she had to wake him. Although his injuries looked minor in the least, she still had to get him to the Hospital Wing for the injury to his head. She'd also inspected that when her hand encountered his sticky blood by his body. It didn't seem to be major, but one could never tell. Ginny slapped at his cheeks as she attempted to wake Malfoy up. Five minutes and twenty slaps later, Draco finally stirred.
He moaned and tried to push himself up only to be pushed back down by the small Weasely.
"Just lie back, Malfoy. You're going to need your strength to get you to the Hospital Wing."
Draco glared at the youngest Weasely as everything came rushing back to him. Weasely coming into his secluded area, his usual bantering about her prat of a brother, Ron and her going psycho on him and trying to kill him.
"Get the hell away from me, Weasely. I don't need anymore of your psycho freaking out sessions."
She only infuriated him more as she merely looked at him with patient eyes. His eyes widened as she proceeded to feel behind his head. Angrily, he jerked away from her.
"I said get the hell away from me," Draco nearly shouted.
"If I did that, Malfoy then I'd be burdened with the guilt of leaving you here with an injured head and a bruised body. And since I don't want that, I figure I'll tolerate your arrogant ass for just 30 minutes more, and then drop you at the Hospital Wing and forget any of this ever happened."
Draco looked at her suspiciously before asking the inevitable,
"What the hell happened to you? I'd have figured you to be used to my comments about your stupid brother."
Ginny sighed, and answered as truthfully as she would allow herself. She couldn't risk letting Malfoy know her secret.
"I got mad. Plain and simple. So I hit you-"
"Bullshit! I saw you. I saw some woman engulfed in flames, and then in the blink of an eye you were standing there and then you passed out. Try another lie"
Ginny was at a loss for words. She hadn't known he'd seen her. Sure, his eyes were open, but that she hadn't thought for a second that he was still conscious. She bit her lip as she tried to come up with some passable excuse as to what he'd seen.
"Oh shove it Malfoy. You were probably dreaming. Can't take the heat that a Weasely hit you?"
Draco stared at her, then muttered an obscenity. He knew what he saw. And she was obviously hiding something. Something he intended to find out. He was, of course, a Malfoy. And Malfoys always find out what they want to know.
"Whatever Weasely. I know you're hiding something. But I won't badger you, for know. Let me up, so I can get the hell out of here. My head hurts like a bitch."
Ginny sighed in relief and helped Malfoy to push himself up. Immediately after he was on his feet, he pushed Ginny away and slowly, but surely walked out of the tower on his own. Much to his disgust, the young Weasely was there every step of the way, occasionally offering her shoulder for him to lean on. He'd told her, nastily of course, that he would rather eat horseshit than accept help from her. Her eyes flashed dangerously for a moment, before a smile engulfed her face. She'd replied in the most falsely sweet voice he'd ever heard, that she guessed now would be the time for him to start. He'd stared at her for the longest until a genuine smile and heartfelt laugh came out of him.
So the little one has guts, he thought to himself. It was then that he finally looked at her. She'd grown up. The freckles that had painfully stood out when she was younger, blended more into her creamy skin. Her brown eyes, had a twinkle of mischief in them. Her hair, not the awful shade of red as her brothers, was silky with a slight curl and had natural gold highlights in the. Her lips were full and lush, as if waiting to be to kissed. Draco mentally shook himself. He shouldn't be thinking these things about the youngest Weasely. Her family was an abhorrence to the wizarding world, or so his father thought. Draco had no feelings of ill will with any of them, except for Ron, of course. He was a prat and there was nothing he could do about it.
As Draco was musing deep into his thoughts, Ginny took a long look at him for herself. He'd grown taller in the years she'd known him. His hair was still the white blond color, and she vaguely wondered if there was any trace of Veela ancestry in his family. His eyes were still a piercing light gray and his lips, were always turned into the trademark Malfoy sneer. Not only had grown taller, but he'd also grown broader. Probably because of his intense Quidditch training in school and at home. He was hot, Ginny knew that. But he was still an arrogant asshole who had nothing better to do but insult those whom he thought were lower than himself.
Each was so much into their own thoughts, that neither had noticed when they'd stopped outside of the Medical Ward. At a loss for words, Ginny merely mumbled that she 'hoped he'd be okay, and she was sorry for losing control'. Draco said nothing of course, but merely nodded his head towards her and proceeded to slowly walk into the Medical Ward. As he turned away, Ginny noticed a tattoo high on Malfoy's arm. He'd taken his robes off while in the process of walking to the Medical Ward because he claimed they were 'too hot for him to handle'. Ginny had merely laughed and proceeded to help him along. She was curious to see what it was, but his arm was already out of her sight as he walked further into the Medical Ward. She left him, and she heard Madame Pomfrey brusquely say,
"Good Lord Mr. Malfoy. What have you gotten yourself into this time?" Ginny merely smiled and proceeded back to the Gryffindor common room.
A/N: Not my best work, but it'll do ( I know I said I wouldn't be putting romance in until further along, but a little admiration won't hurt will it? ( I do have plans for Ginny's powers, so fear not because there will be uses for it. As for Draco's tattoo, you'll just have to wait and see what it is in the next chapter. Or probably chapter 5 depending on how I want this to go. So you know the drill. Read, review, enjoy ( I'll try and have the next chapter out as soon as I possibly can. Ciao
By: babykelyse
A/N: And I'm back with another chapter. To my reviewers: You are all greatly appreciated. Your words encourage me to continue on with this story. :) So without further delay, on with the story. Btw, romance between my two favorites will not be commencing until further along with the story. But I won't deprive you of healthy flirtation scenes lol
Disclaimer: Yes, I wish I could own Draco..sadly enough I do not. Damn Rowlings for coming up with the Harry Potter idea first :P
Chapter Three
Essence of Dragon
Pain. All-consuming pain. Ginny struggled to push herself up from the damp floor as she struggled to remember how she got there. She'd managed to at least sit up and her eyes searched the room she was in. As her eyes hit a very unconscious Draco Malfoy, everything that had happened came back to her in a mad rush. Harry making out with Amanda, her disgust at finding Malfoy in her area, his snide comments about her brother, and of course her brief transformation into Phoenix. She moaned softly and closed her eyes as she desperately tried to figure out how she would explain this one. The throbbing in her head increased as she slowly and painfully pushed herself upright. Briefly she closed her eyes and the darkness once again tried to claim her, but she fought it off. Quickly and quietly she performed a spell that would take away her dizziness and the headache and walked over to where Draco Malfoy was laying.
She looked down at him and was amazed. In sleep, he looked innocent. Not at all the bastard he truly was. A lock of white-blond hair had fallen out of place and over his eye. It was then that Ginny noticed the bruises and scratches sporadically about his face. She had done that when she'd lost control of her anger towards him. Ginny leaned down and attempted to turn him over. Fifteen minutes later, Ginny had successfully turned him over on his back. Through the entire ordeal the clod hadn't even stirred. Ginny wiped at the sweat on her brow from the demanding task. She inspected him for broken bones, and was pleased when she found none. Her outburst hadn't killed him at least.
Although he looked peaceful when he was sleep, or passed out in his case, Ginny knew she had to wake him. Although his injuries looked minor in the least, she still had to get him to the Hospital Wing for the injury to his head. She'd also inspected that when her hand encountered his sticky blood by his body. It didn't seem to be major, but one could never tell. Ginny slapped at his cheeks as she attempted to wake Malfoy up. Five minutes and twenty slaps later, Draco finally stirred.
He moaned and tried to push himself up only to be pushed back down by the small Weasely.
"Just lie back, Malfoy. You're going to need your strength to get you to the Hospital Wing."
Draco glared at the youngest Weasely as everything came rushing back to him. Weasely coming into his secluded area, his usual bantering about her prat of a brother, Ron and her going psycho on him and trying to kill him.
"Get the hell away from me, Weasely. I don't need anymore of your psycho freaking out sessions."
She only infuriated him more as she merely looked at him with patient eyes. His eyes widened as she proceeded to feel behind his head. Angrily, he jerked away from her.
"I said get the hell away from me," Draco nearly shouted.
"If I did that, Malfoy then I'd be burdened with the guilt of leaving you here with an injured head and a bruised body. And since I don't want that, I figure I'll tolerate your arrogant ass for just 30 minutes more, and then drop you at the Hospital Wing and forget any of this ever happened."
Draco looked at her suspiciously before asking the inevitable,
"What the hell happened to you? I'd have figured you to be used to my comments about your stupid brother."
Ginny sighed, and answered as truthfully as she would allow herself. She couldn't risk letting Malfoy know her secret.
"I got mad. Plain and simple. So I hit you-"
"Bullshit! I saw you. I saw some woman engulfed in flames, and then in the blink of an eye you were standing there and then you passed out. Try another lie"
Ginny was at a loss for words. She hadn't known he'd seen her. Sure, his eyes were open, but that she hadn't thought for a second that he was still conscious. She bit her lip as she tried to come up with some passable excuse as to what he'd seen.
"Oh shove it Malfoy. You were probably dreaming. Can't take the heat that a Weasely hit you?"
Draco stared at her, then muttered an obscenity. He knew what he saw. And she was obviously hiding something. Something he intended to find out. He was, of course, a Malfoy. And Malfoys always find out what they want to know.
"Whatever Weasely. I know you're hiding something. But I won't badger you, for know. Let me up, so I can get the hell out of here. My head hurts like a bitch."
Ginny sighed in relief and helped Malfoy to push himself up. Immediately after he was on his feet, he pushed Ginny away and slowly, but surely walked out of the tower on his own. Much to his disgust, the young Weasely was there every step of the way, occasionally offering her shoulder for him to lean on. He'd told her, nastily of course, that he would rather eat horseshit than accept help from her. Her eyes flashed dangerously for a moment, before a smile engulfed her face. She'd replied in the most falsely sweet voice he'd ever heard, that she guessed now would be the time for him to start. He'd stared at her for the longest until a genuine smile and heartfelt laugh came out of him.
So the little one has guts, he thought to himself. It was then that he finally looked at her. She'd grown up. The freckles that had painfully stood out when she was younger, blended more into her creamy skin. Her brown eyes, had a twinkle of mischief in them. Her hair, not the awful shade of red as her brothers, was silky with a slight curl and had natural gold highlights in the. Her lips were full and lush, as if waiting to be to kissed. Draco mentally shook himself. He shouldn't be thinking these things about the youngest Weasely. Her family was an abhorrence to the wizarding world, or so his father thought. Draco had no feelings of ill will with any of them, except for Ron, of course. He was a prat and there was nothing he could do about it.
As Draco was musing deep into his thoughts, Ginny took a long look at him for herself. He'd grown taller in the years she'd known him. His hair was still the white blond color, and she vaguely wondered if there was any trace of Veela ancestry in his family. His eyes were still a piercing light gray and his lips, were always turned into the trademark Malfoy sneer. Not only had grown taller, but he'd also grown broader. Probably because of his intense Quidditch training in school and at home. He was hot, Ginny knew that. But he was still an arrogant asshole who had nothing better to do but insult those whom he thought were lower than himself.
Each was so much into their own thoughts, that neither had noticed when they'd stopped outside of the Medical Ward. At a loss for words, Ginny merely mumbled that she 'hoped he'd be okay, and she was sorry for losing control'. Draco said nothing of course, but merely nodded his head towards her and proceeded to slowly walk into the Medical Ward. As he turned away, Ginny noticed a tattoo high on Malfoy's arm. He'd taken his robes off while in the process of walking to the Medical Ward because he claimed they were 'too hot for him to handle'. Ginny had merely laughed and proceeded to help him along. She was curious to see what it was, but his arm was already out of her sight as he walked further into the Medical Ward. She left him, and she heard Madame Pomfrey brusquely say,
"Good Lord Mr. Malfoy. What have you gotten yourself into this time?" Ginny merely smiled and proceeded back to the Gryffindor common room.
A/N: Not my best work, but it'll do ( I know I said I wouldn't be putting romance in until further along, but a little admiration won't hurt will it? ( I do have plans for Ginny's powers, so fear not because there will be uses for it. As for Draco's tattoo, you'll just have to wait and see what it is in the next chapter. Or probably chapter 5 depending on how I want this to go. So you know the drill. Read, review, enjoy ( I'll try and have the next chapter out as soon as I possibly can. Ciao