3. Somebody Save
Me
i feel my wings have broken in your hands
i feel the words unspoken inside
and they pull you under
and i would give you anything you want, but no
you were all i wanted
and all my dreams are falling down
crawling around and around somebody save me
let your warm hands break right thru and
save me
i don't care how you do it
just stay, stay
oh come on
i've been waiting for you i
see the world has folded in your heart
i feel the waves crash down inside
and they pulled me under
i would give you anything you want, but no
you were all i wanted
and all my dreams have fallen down
crawling around around somebody save me
let your warm hands break right thru
somebody save me
i don't care how you do it
just stay, stay
come on
i've been waiting for you¡¡
"Hey,
Gin."
"Hey."
"Hullo!!"
"Uh-huh."
"Was detention that bad?" That was Colin noticing that lack of
enthusiasm in Ginny's respond to his and Luna's greetings.
" No, I just have to finish this letter to Harry.
He wants to meet us during our next Hogsmead weekend.
Fred and George are coming too."
She explained, pausing her writing, as she tapped the bottom of her lip
thoughtfully with the end of the quill, glancing down at the parchment
oblivious to the thoughtful glances being directed in her direction from the
grand table.
"Cool." Was Colin's response.
Ginny barely heard him. After hurriedly finishing her letter and a quick 'see
you at Charms' to Luna, she headed for the school owlery.
As she tied the letter to Zeus leg, she felt someone else enter the owlery from behind her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she recognized, the tall
broad shouldered athletic frame of Draco Malfoy.
If he had noticed her, her gave no sign to indicate
so.
She noticed a harsh focus in the way he tied his letter to a tawny black owl's
leg and the determination in his clenched strong square jaw.
She turned to slip out quietly not before hearing him mutter to himself, almost
inaudibly,
"It's time for certain things to change." As he watched his owl swoop out and flutter before soaring into the bright
morning sky.
"I
swear this is the hardest potion ever." Colin murmured as Ginny helped him
slice the figs into thin slices to add into their respective potions.
Ginny nodded, absorbed in her task an at hand and perhaps with her thoughts.
She glanced up at the table where Professor Malfoy,
as she refused to call him, was seated, gazing distractedly at the class.
Curiosity was gnawing away at her. All those adventure seeking experiences with
Harry, Hermione and Ron had left her in need of one.
Malfoy was far from an adventure but something was up
and the keen detective in her wanted to know every very much what was it.
As if to answer her mind's questions the door burst open and a short, stumpy
looking black haired woman rushed into the room, walking towards the front of
the room a tad unsteadily.
Almost as if she were drunk Ginny would tell Luna and Jake later.
All the seventh years present recognized her.
She
was none other that Pansy Parkinson.
Draco stood up, the distracted look in his eyes gone,
only to be replaced by an expressionlessly cold mask, one that he normally
reserved for Potter or the Weasleys.
"Draco, I need to speak to you." She
murmured to him, her voice unnaturally high with panic and urgency.
The whole class had momentarily ceased what they were doing and watching the
scene unfold with great interest.
"I have a class." His voice would have frozen an already frozen
icicle.
Even Ginny felt a chill dart up her spine. Or was it from admiration at him
being this distant to Pansy the pug? She did not even want to go there.
"I need to talk to you. NOW." She pleaded,
sounding on the verge of tears.
"There is nothing to say." Was all Draco
would respond.
Ginny observed Pansy's shoulders shaking violently, before sobs echoed around
the dungeons obviously enemating from her. Colin
exchanged curious glances with her.
"Two years together and you just throw it all away like this!" She
attempted to whisper fiercely into his face only to be heard by the entire
class.
"We had nothing. It was all a farce." His words were distant and were
heartbreaking.
Ginny watched appalled by his heartlessness. No matter how much she detested
Pansy, those were the last words one would want to hear from someone they had
given their heart to. Perhaps Pansy had not done so as her next statement
proved.
"How can you do this? Our engagement? Wedding? All those people?"
Pansy babbled, nearly hysterical.
Ginny realized then that Draco must have owled Pansy that morning calling their engagement off and
breaking up with him. That was what he had been talking about at the owlery.
It all fit perfectly, coming together like the seams of an unwoven dress.
Colin's eyes were getting bigger and bigger by the second. Ginny felt like
laughing at the look on his face.
He was still quite short, only an inch taller than her own petite frame and his
face had never lost its eager beaver look.
"That's all you care about - other people." Draco
murmured, more to himself than her, his tone filled with resignation.
"No! I care about you! But you don't care about me!" Pansy whined.
"Who cares!" Ginny muttered, loud enough for
only Colin to hear. Or so she assumed. She had always been rather loud.
Draco and Pansy glanced at her direction, having
obviously heard her.
A terrible silence overtook the classroom as every pair of eyes looked in her
direction.
Even Colin was looking at her with 'What the hell were you thinking' look.
Anyway Ginny thought that this argument was getting nowhere. It was pointless.
Pansy recognized her immediately as one of the redheaded mudblood
loving Weasleys and glared at her before stomping out
of them room, having nothing more to say to Draco.
Draco however, sat back slumped in his seat, not bothering to snap at
the class to get back to their work which they eventually did after whispers of
admiration for Ginny's brave act and about Pansy and Draco.
As the class gathered to leave as the bell rang, Draco
seemed to come alive, collecting their potions in bottles on the table. Ginny
was the last to place her potion up on the bench in front.
Just before she could turn around and walk off,
"Thank you."
She
spun back to see Draco sitting at his desk, his gray
blue orbs staring back at her, his lips strangely not in a smirk but neither in a smile.
She was about to ask what for but realized what it was immediately.
She felt a prickle of anger. So now Malfoy thought
she was trying to help him fight his battles! He had better think again!
She was about to tell him just that when he held his hand out, palm facing her
as if by some miracle, he knew what she was going to say and did not wish her
to do so.
"Whatever your motivations, it's your actions that mattered so thank
you." His voice was insistent and full of authority but his eyes though
seemed to plead with her to accept this token of gratitude.
Not knowing what else to say, she nodded her head, unsmiling, before walking
out of the classroom.
Draco watched her leave, her fiery red hair tied up
in a ponytail that bounced against the nape of her neck as she walked, watching
his unexpected, reluctant rescuer.
News of the incident had spread throughout the entire school like wizard's flu.
Ginny was unnaturally quiet that week, lost in her thoughts, deep bewildering thoughts.
Most of all her she pondered on his
sudden burst of gratitude and unexpected breaking up with Pansy.
Why
had he been so polite? Why had he decided to break up with Pansy now? How about
his father? How had Voldermort killing him affected Draco? And why the hell was she thinking so much about Draco in the first place?
That last thought caused Ginny to get up and join Colin and two other Gryffindors in a boisterous game of wizard's chess one that
she won thanks to her Weasley genes.
"He
was still a fallen angel in despair but necessity teaches wingless angels to
love." She read aloud from behind his shoulder, startling him as he spun
his head around to see whom it was.
Before her identity registered in his mind,
he found himself admiring this girl who stood before him, with her long red
hair falling in waves on her shoulders, shimmering in the fading dusk light,
her heart shaped face, chocolate brown eyes that could melt even a rock and
lips that looked so soft and kissable.
Then he blinked in surprise as he realized who this was.
The past few days had been filled with startling revelations for him but this
had to be the MOST startling
revelation of it all - admiring Ginny Weasley, his
student, the younger sister of the bane of his existence, the friend of
annoyingly attention seeking Harry Potter
Ginny
stood there, wondering if this had been a really bad idea. Come to think of it,
it had been more of an impulsive action on her part than an idea.
It was just that as she had wandered around the large expanse of the library,
she had caught a sight of Draco that she had never
envisaged.
He had been sitting on one of the window sills, dragon
booted legs up, absorbedly reading a book.
So absorbed was he in his reading that he had not bothered to brush away the
lock of pale blonde hair that flopped into his eyes, or notice that the sun was
fast setting, its crimson light outlining his aristocratic sharp nose, chiseled
cheekbones and straight square jaw.
Holed up in the library reading a book was something Draco
Malfoy the student would never have done but now,
here he was doing just that as a Professor.
She had been so intrigued by the poignancy of the scene that met her eyes that
she had walked up silently towards him, stood behind him and read the first
line she had seen.
A line that had been so heart wrenchingly poetic and dreamy
that it bowled her over.
"Miss. Weasley." He managed.
She smiled at him .realizing that she was not going to be thrown into
detention.
A smile that reached up to her eyes Draco realized,
something he had rarely been able to do himself.
"Do you think it's true?" She asked, not liking the way he was
looking at her but nevertheless intrigued enough to converse with him.
He was like a mystery and frankly speaking who did not like a good mystery to
solve?
"Yes but I don't think one can fall in love out of necessity." He
commented thoughtfully. Ginny failed miserably to conceal her surprise that he
was actually answering her questions.
"Love has to happen naturally due to attraction." He continued
perceiving her surprised expression as one of confusion and thus a call for
further explanation.
"True but sometimes love can save people."
She murmured, enjoying this discussion choosing to ignore how surreal it was
since this was supposed to be mean, shallow Draco Malfoy here, who was discussing aphorisms with her!
Draco stared at Ginny mulling over her words.
Then could love save him?
Be his savior in the darkest hours of his life, where he had no one? But who
would love him in the first place?
Or was it rather he loving someone than someone loving him? Who could he love?
"Something to think about.' He commented hopping
off the windowsill with the kind of grace and ease typical of quidditch seekers.
One end of his lips had curled up into what looked to be a half smile.
'Had he just smiled at her?' Ginny pondered, trying to smile politely back.
'Had he just smiled at her?' Draco wondered, as he
walked off, book under one arm.
A/n : Thank you guys for all the wonderful reviews..im kinda stuck in the story..mental block..
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