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'Your smile and words are my sun and stars. I look upon them and feel warmth even in the coldest of winter days. If you take them away, you might as well take away my world.' - Death of Roses.

Also, I'm sorry for the delay of this chapter. It might not be so good, because I experienced a small writers' block. Also, notice how this story is in the category of 'drama'. Drama takes its toll in this chapter. You are warned.

A Whisper in the Wind

Chapter Five: Part One

By: Death of Roses

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Days followed by days passed, Ginny Weasley still showing no sign what so ever of improvement. Her physical wounds had already healed, but she still lay in the Hospital bed, amongst the pearl white sheets, still as ever.

Ron had finally calmed down a little after a long and serious talk from Harry and Hermione. He was back to his old self, but he was still just as depressed.

Dumbledore smiled, knowing fate will take its toll as he watched his students.

Draco, being ever so stubborn, flatly declined whenever Blaise had tried to convince him to see the little red-head. And this happened many, many, times.

"Damn it." Draco hissed as he looked around the boy's dormitory, which was empty. Blaise had told him to meet him here, and don't be late.

"I'm going to hex you." He muttered, referring to Blaise. Suddenly, before he could react, he was stupified. The only words he heard before he blacked out were: "Sorry Draco. But I've got to do this."

Blaise Zabini looked down at the stunned body of Draco Malfoy. "You know.. You're too stubborn for your own good." He sighed, performing a 'wingardium leviosa' on Draco.

"This, Draco mate, is for your own good. For you, being you, won't even recognize a perfect chance when it hits you on the face." He sighed, Draco still in the air as he walked away, bringing Draco with him.

It was past curfew at that time, so no one was out to see the strange sight except Filch. That is, if he saw it.

Heading towards the Hospital Wing, he opened the door, seeing that Madam Promfrey had already long ago gone to sleep. Blaise let out a breath of hair that he had been holding, then whispering a 'silencio' around the room, so Madam Promfrey and Filch wouldn't be able to hear the noises.

He carefully floated Draco down to the floor, then quickly said 'finite incantinum' as he hurried out the door, locking it.

"Mission Stupid; complete." He smirked, leaning against the wall.

Draco banged his hand against the Infirmatory door, cursing silently. His back was faced to Ginny, since he refused to look at her in this state.

It haunted him.

He gritted his teeth, damning Blaise for his idiotic acts. Blaise didn't understand anything.

Damn it.. this isn't a game Blaise! This is my life you're messing with! I have my reasons you know, I'm not that stupid!

I hear him.. That voice that would always pierce through my heart, capturing it..

Draco. It was him. I felt my heart flutter; I wanted to see him so badly, to talk to him, to hear his voice again.

Please, let me see him.

Draco's hand went to his pockets, trying to feel for his wand. It wasn't there. Blaise wasn't as stupid as he thought, Draco sighed.

That was, until he felt petite hands wrap themselves around his waist, a body pressing against his back.

He stiffened.

"Draco." The voice called in a melodic voice.

No, no, not that voice. It was hers. No one but hers. She couldn't' be awake, she just couldn't.

"You came. I knew you would come." Ginny added, whispering silently. Draco whirled around, gripping her wrists with his hand. She winced slightly as he did this.

"Weasley." Draco cringed at the coldness of his voice. His heart nearly crashed to pieces as he saw the hurt look spread itself across Ginny's face.

"Ginny." Tom said coldly. "You were always pathetic."

I still remember the last time that I had ever heard such coldness in a simple word. Tom Riddle, for the first time of knowing him, had spoke to his that harshly, looking at her as if she was nothing. To him, she probably was.

His cold glare..

It's so familiar. So much like Tom's.

"No.. I won't let you haunt me." Ginny whispered, prying her hands out of Draco's, backing up against the wall.

Draco stared at her, not knowing what to do. Hell, he didn't care. "Weasley, don't trust me. I'm not Potter." He stated calming, his grey eyes piercing through her own.

Ginny was mesmerized by his eyes, it was like an ocean of emotions, clouded by a wall of ice.

"I won't cry." She choked out, her voice breaking as tears stung her eyes.

"Not for you. Not for Tom." She whispered, trying to hold the tears back, feeling pressure against her throat and heart as her tears threatened to be let out.

"I won't cry." She whispered.

Draco was silent, his hand in his robes as he watched her. Her head was bowed down, her shoulders shaking involuntarily.

After a while, Ginny broke the silence. "Do you lo—" She caught herself. She couldn't ask him that. "—Care about me, Draco?" She asked meekly.

Draco was silent for a while before answering.

"No." He whispered.

Ginny shut her eyes. "Get out. Get out. GET OUT!" She repeated over and over, each time louder than before. A vase holding a rose flew and smashed itself against the wall.

"Leave!" She screamed, crying freely.

Draco was very, very, scared. Seriously, it was wandless magic that they were talking about here. It wasn't possible. The only ones to achieve that was Merlin, and even he needed a staff! Rumor had it that Guinevere could do it, but it was never proved true.

"Alohamora!" She whispered, pointing to the door. "Get out!"

Draco easily complied.

Blaise saw Draco come out, then rushed over to ask how it went. Upon seeing indifferent look plastered on his friend's face, he immediately closed his mouth, looking into the Hospital Wing.

He instantly regretted doing that. Quickly, not wanting to be caught up in THAT mess, ushered Draco to the Common Room, trying to get as far away as possible.

I cried for you Tom…

I went through many countries of tears..

And now, I'm traveling through them again..

Small Ginny.. Little Ginny… Sweet Ginny.. come here.

Ginny screamed, covering his ears as her knees gave out.

"Shut up!" She yelled towards the voice. Those were the words Tom had said to her before. (Tom is NOT in her head anymore, just in her memories.)

Weasley.

No.. That's what Draco said!

It was chaos in the Hospital Wing, objects flying around everywhere. In no time, the Silencio spell gave away, for reasons that are unexplainable, and Dumbledore, followed by McGonagall, Snape, and Madam Promfrey.

When they saw the chaos, they immediately looked for the source, and was shocked to find it was none other than Ginny Weasley.

Dumbledore shouted a 'Stupefy', trying to get Ginny to calm down.

The spell was repelled and vanished into nothing.

Ginny, still on her knees and her hands covering her ears, still screaming painfully.

To tell you the truth, I didn't know what I was thinking at that time. I wanted all the voices to go away, I didn't want to hear them. The way they spoke, as if mocking me. I didn't want to hear it.

Just go away…

Beyond the voices, I heard the sound of glass breaking in pieces and also shouts. It sounded like chaos and disaster to me. I didn't want to hear it.

I didn't want this. I never asked for any of this. I don't want this life, this fate.

What am I?

I often questioned myself that when I got out of the Chamber. I wasn't born a monster, but I have the memory of one inside me. I didn't do anything wrong, the only thing I ever did was fall in love with Tom. Tom. That voice rang in my head.

Go away.

I will make him go away, even if I have to die trying. I am not his puppet.

Everything stopped flying, all dropping to the floor with a loud crash as Ginny fell down on the floor, unconscious.

Chapter Five: Part Two

"Fate has begun, Albus. Fate has begun. The ancient prophecies are calling."

"I'm afraid so, but must it be so early."

"Time means nothing, you know that Albus."

I couldn't see anything but darkness. This wasn't the darkness I was in the last time, no, I could hear what was around me. Occasionally I would hear whispers.

Questions ran through my head, but the only one that succeeded in making it's way through was Draco's. I felt a power source run through my body at the thought of his name. I was confused, I was hurt.

Slowly, Ginny opened her eyes to be met with whiteness. She squinted her eyes, trying to make out where she was. It looked like the Hospital Wing, but it was different… Her eyes widened as realization dawned upon her. It was St. Mungo's.

Her vision cleared, she slowly raised her head to see some type of strings attached to her body. It had to be a muggle Machine.

St. Mungo's, over time, had realized that muggle technology would be extremely helpful in healing and inspecting their patients, so they decided to combine magic with muggle.

Of course, Ginny had only heard of this from her house members, but she didn't really believe it. Until now, that is.

That was a nurse there, as soon as she saw that the patient woke up, she told Ginny to lay back down.

The nurse was scribbling a note while looking at a machine that was connected to the strange strings.

Then it came to her, she was being studied!

Ginny fumed, her anger rising and then the computer beeped, causing the nurse to look at Ginny in alarm.

Ginny instantly got up, prying the strings off her. "I refuse to be studied like some monster!" She whispered, her voice a bit hoarse.

The nurse looked at her reproachfully, then asked her to lay back down.

"Where is Dumbledore!" She screamed, getting some of her voice back.

Being in St. Mungo's brought back horrible, horrible memories. I was taken here shortly after the Chamber incident, also being studied the same way.

I felt like a monster at that time.

I would have protested, but I was small, they would have easily forced me to do whatever, go wherever.

But now, I will not be used.

Hearing the noise, a group of healers rushed into the room, checking to see if everything was all right.

Ginny backed up against the wall, trying to get away from them.

"No.. stay away from me!" Ginny whispered, scared. She didn't want it to be a repeat of the last time she was here. She was sure she had gone insane. When she told her parents this, they just laughed and said she was 'exaggerating'. She wasn't sure if she was or not, but she had hated this place with a passion ever since then.

They advanced on her, trying to calm her down.

She would have none of it.

"Halt!" She heard a voice call out from the door, then turned to see who it was.

She gasped at the sight.

To Be Continued

DoR: Aren't I evil? Cliffy! I thought.. well.. I was being too nice and not doing enough cliffhangers, so I decided to give you one! Don't worry, you'd be in for more! And once again, sorry for the late update!