Chapter 2: Who You Are, Where You've Been
If your dreams should wake you shaking in the night
She can touch your face and take away all fright
As Ginny slept peacefully in his arms, Draco stared at the ceiling, remembering the conversation he had with his friend.
"I will be back in a few hou –," Draco headed out the door of Blaise Zabini's office.
"How long?" Blaise followed him to one of the secret passageways of the headquarters.
"Just a few hours, Blaise," he replied nonchalantly, without looking back, his steps growing more hurriedly.
But Blaise was insistent and kept on, "How long, Draco, and where to?"
"Five," Draco was annoyed, but to just get Blaise off his case he answered, "no, make it six." He stopped and turned to look at his friend, "I'm going to her."
Blaise looked at his friend, wide-eyed and appalled, "Are you mad? You're gonna get yourself killed out there, all the people she hangs about with. How sure are you that you're gonna get back in one piece?" he ran his fingers through his hair, "How can you be sure she's not a spy? After all the letters you exchanged?"
Yes, Blaise knew about the relationship. He was the only sane person in their headquarters that Draco talked to. The only one he trusted with his life. A year before, he had two best friends. Now only Blaise was left.
"She will not betray me," Draco replied matter-of-factly.
"Look," Blaise said, "you don't want you to end up like Theodore, after all his… his… gamboling around with that Parvati Patil. I sure don't want you to end up like him when anyone finds out about you and the weasel girl. If you are not here in six hours, I will find you, before anyone notice anything amiss. The Dark Lord will be here at midnight, you should be back by then."
Draco nodded, "Six hours. I will be back. You're a good friend Blaise."
"Alright then," Blaise inclined his head, "enjoy yourself. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Draco was roused from his thoughts when he felt Ginny stir and heard her soft snores. He looked at her and thought about how lucky he was to have her love. He was not sure how many hours more he had left – two, or three perhaps – but he was sure he still had enough time for a little nap. He buried his face in Ginny's hair and fell into a slumber. But it was not a peaceful one…
Like a tree in a meadow wind she will bend to take you in
Makes no difference where you been
"Father, don't make me do it," Draco stated simply, his gray eyes dull as he looked at his father, but deep inside his heart was burning in anger.
There were seven people in the dungeon – Draco, his father, Blaise, Pansy, Flint and Crabbe were all standing in a cirle. And one Theodore Nott, in the middle, fallen, disgraced and defeated.
Lucius Malfoy raised his eyebrow, "Are you starting to lose spine, my son?" an unpleasant sneer formed on his lips as he mocked his son. "Tut tut, then maybe, your other friend should have it." He pointed his wand at Blaise, who was shocked at what Lucius was about to do, "Avada ,"
"Mr. Malfoy!" Pansy shrieked, her eyes wide and horrorstruck, "It's Theo who's supposed to die!"
Lucius stopped and hissed, "I know, dear, but seeing my son needs to grow spine…"
"I will do it, father," was all Draco said, his eyes wandering at Blaise and Theodore. Blaise looked relieved yet troubled and Theodore just stared at him blankly.
"You are a traitor, Theodore," Draco told his friend, "and now you have to die." He raised his wand and pointed it at Theodore Nott, a childhood friend. A loyal friend.
But before Draco could mutter the words, Avada Kedavra, Theodore looked him in the eye and said calmly, "It's aright, Draco. But I'll have you know I was never a traitor to myself and to the woman I love. When you found someone to give your love to, death is nothing but a passage to a lifetime of togetherness. You have been a good friend, Draco," and he looked at Blaise, "you too, Blaise. We will see each other again and live better days."
"Goodbye, Theodore," and then Draco muttered the unforgivable curse and green light emanated in the room.
Theodore Nott was no more.
Visions of fighting, people dying running in flashes before his eyes. Death… death… death…
Ginny was awakened by Draco's moaning and sobbing. Quickly she tried shaking him awake, "Draco, wake up. Please, wake up, darling please."
"Aaaaah!" Draco screamed and he sat up in bed, as the memory of Theo's death haunted his dreams once more, sweat forming on his forehead. He panted and covered his face with his hands.
"It's alright, shhhh, it's alright," Ginny said softly, running her fingers tenderly through his platinum hair. "Here," she said, taking his hands away from his face and covering his face with kisses.
Draco threw his arms around her and buried his face in her neck and lost himself in Ginny's scent, her arms, and her love. She was all he needed.
Ginny welcomed him into her arms. If she could only give him all the strength she possessed, she would. She held him tighter than she ever had.
When she felt his heart beat back to normal, and he finally calmed down, she asked, "What was about it? Would you like to talk about it?"
Draco disentangled himself from Ginny's embrace and looked far away. "No Gin, not tonight. Not yet."
Just then a green smoke started to fill in the room and formed into a shape of a serpent. It gave a soft, deathly hissing sound before vanishing.
"I have to go." Draco stood up and began to put his clothes back on. Ginny sat on the small bed and watched him.
"Please stay," she begged him with her eyes. "Please stay longer."
"I can't Gin," he replied as he finally put on his robe. "I have a lot of things to do, duties to fulfill, people to kill –," he suddenly stopped and looked at Ginny, "You know who I am and what I do."
Ginny nodded and kept silent.
"I will see you again, and soon." Draco kissed her goodbye and started to head out the door.
But before Draco could step out into the night, Ginny called out to him.
"I love you, Draco. It doesn't matter who you were before or who you are now. It doesn't matter what kind of life you live and what values you keep. I won't force you to believe in my cause, I don't care if you keep on fighting for your cause. But please come back tomorrow."
That's the way she feels about you
That's the way she feels about you
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