Silver and Cold

By: Mad Love

Rated: PG-13 (rating is subject to change)

Disclaimer: Anything in this fic that is recognizable does not belong to me, they are property of J. K. Rowling. The songs do not belong to me either, but the story and plot do. and of course, any original characters are mine.

Silver and Cold is a song by AFI.

This is a D/G (Draco and Ginny) Ship, if that doesn't float your boat then abandoned ship and click that back button.

This fic may be a little dark..

Authors Note: I've revamped this story as i have found a new way to go. I really like the way this is headed, and i hope you will too!


"Your sins into me

Oh, my beautiful one

Your sins into me..."


Chapter One

The Whispers

Ginny awoke in the compartment alone, and she had noticed that the train was beginning to stop she quickly changed into her robes, grabbed her journal, and raced out of the compartment. She really didn't want to run into The Trio, as they had been dubbed around Hogwarts. Even though Harry had saved her, she couldn't face him. He never payed any attention to her anyway, so why did she care.

She got off the Hogwarts Express and was making her way to one of the carriages when she caught that familiar scent. She looked around but saw no one, sighing she was missing the safeness of his presence already, and she felt a longing to be held again. Stepping into the carriage, she noticed that it was empty, and she was the only one that occupied it, and would be the only one. It started moving forward and she was watching the scenery once again, it was dark out side and there was not much to see anyway, but it was better then looking at the opposite side of the empty carriage.

It seemed like forever before they finally reached the school, it looked hauntingly frightening and she shuddered at seeing it. Stepping out of the carriage she made her way inside into the Great Hall for the welcoming back feast and the placement of the first years. Sitting down and the end of the table she flipping opened the worn journal that she had made at home, as her parents wouldn't let her ever have a journal or write anything with out them knowing about it, she had had to make one with anything she could find and hid it. She knew that she should have felt guilty about lying to her parents and disobeying them, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

Fingering the leather strings that she had found, she thought about the past couple of years. She remembered when she got back from her first year, her parents suffocated her with the constant vigilance of watching her, they searched her room every week 'to make sure it wouldn't happen again', she knew that they were disappointed in her, but there wasn't any thing she could do about it. When she had left home for her second year she was almost glad, but then once the classes had started she was constantly excluded and whispered about. Her third year, it got constantly worse, to the point that she was taunted and poked fun at, Harry, Ron and Hermione were always to busy to be with her.

Her room mates were the worse though, she hardly ever slept for fear of what they would do to her if she turned her back on them, even for a moment. The past years had made her be constantly on guard, highly paranoid and anti-social.

Opening the worn leather covering she took out a self inking quill, that she had gotten from Harry for Christmas, yes even though they ignored her most of the year, they still gave her Christmas presents.

She started to write about the happenings in the compartment earlier that day on the train. She wrote down what she felt at the moment, and how she missed the closeness of another human.

How she couldn't wait till it was dark and that she could escape this place and got to her sanctuary, the only place that she could stop the constant whispering and dread that haunted her every where she went.

She stopped writing as she felt a pair of eyes boring into her, she shifted. It was the same presence from the train, she felt the whispering stop. She gasped and looked up. Looking around the room wildly, trying to find the owner of that gaze, but she soon realized that it was hopeless. The whispering had returned.

'your nothing to no one, your no one at all. why are you still here you worthless trash! you should have died in that cave, admit it! you should have ceased to exist.'

She swallowed, and clenched her jaw and she listened to the whispered prattle on and on. She was used to it, she could just sit there and listen or ignore them, but she would always know that they were there, and nothing would make them stop...except...

She HAD to find the owner of those arms that held her, that gaze that made the whispers stop. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she stood and left the Great Hall, and once out of the doors she broke into a run, trying to get as far away from the crowd of people, get away as far as possible.


Draco watched from across the table as the red haired weaslette walked into the Great Hall, he watched as she sat farthest away from the housemates, he watched as she fingered the leather strings of her worn journal. He saw many expressions cross her face as she was thinking, he watched her take out her quill and open her journal.

He watched.

It was the only thing he was capable of doing at the moment. No matter how much he wanted to just walk over there and shake some since of life into the girl, do something to make her react, but he restrained himself.

He suddenly felt Pansy dig her nails into his arm and he shifted his gaze from the flame haired girl to the blond at his arm, "What the hell do you think your doing, bitch?" He sneered at her. He had been talking to her like this ever since he found her screwing his father two years ago, and now she still wouldn't stop clinging to him.

"Well, Drake, you weren't paying any attention to me. What else could I have done!" She batted her eyes at him and he felt bile rise up in his throat.

"You could leave me the hell alone." He stated, and returned he gaze back to Ginny only to find that she was gone. He searched the hall and saw a flash of red hair through the door. He swore to himself, and tried to decide whether he should go after her or not. Looking over at Pansy and her sickingly sweet smile he decided that he would go after.

He disentangled himself from the blond and without another word he left hurriedly leaving the Hall.


"Hey Harry, there goes Malfoy. What do you think he's up to?" Ron asked as he stared darkly after Malfoy.

"Who knows, I really dont want to think about what he's up to, it could be very disturbing. Think about it Ron." Harry continued to eat, wondering at the odd look that had appeared on Ron's face. He had never seen that dark look before.

Hermione just sat there and watched him leave; she ignored the two boys beside her. She knew that they hadn't noticed that Ginny had left a few moments earlier, but she didn't mention it. Still... "No way!" She said out loud in denial.

Ron and Harry looked over at her, and she glared back.

"I've said it before, and ill say it again. She's Mental!" Ron grinned and received a punch on his shoulder by a glaring Hermione.

Harry laughed, but still couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about the up coming year, it was his seventh year after all. He had a feeling that the Final Battle would be here soon.


Draco was running down the halls towards the sound of falling footsteps that he knew that belonged to Ginny. He saw her take another sharp turn into an unknown corridor and he followed, hot on her trail. He didn't know what had gotten into her, but he was determined to find out. When he heard her footsteps slow, he stopped running and looked around the corner.

She was standing in front of a painting of a forest. Snow was falling and the Moon shone almost eerily causing it to shine silver. She whispered something and it opened, she stepped in, and before it could close he caught it and stepped in behind her. Staying in the corner of the dark entrance he stood back to see what she would do.

She walked farther into the room, causing it to light up all its own. Draco looked around the room. In the center stood a piano, it was sleek and black, he saw various other instruments resting at certain places in the room, and he came to the conclusion that this had once been a music room. 'Fitting,' he thought, ' with the way she sings.'

He watched as she dropped her journal and collapsed onto a pile of cushions. He started, wondering what was wrong with her for the umpteenth time that night.

He heard a choked sob coming from where she had collapsed, and he stepped forward, only to stop at the sound of her voice.

"I know that your here..." came her watery voice.

He didn't answer.

"That's okay, you don't have to say anything... and thank you. I don't know who you are, but thank you." Her voice cracked and he was at her side. Sitting on the cushions he pulled her into his chest.

She burried her face in his robes and her arms held tightly to him, like he was the only person left in the world. He rubbed her back in a soothing motion as she cried, "Why are you crying?" He whispered into her ear.

She shook her head as if she wasn't going to answer at first, "I... you make the whispers stop."

He looked down at her, confused by her answer, "Shhh, its okay. What do you mean I make the whispers go away?" He asked her softly, almost lower then a whisper himself.

"They're always there, telling me things. That I'm nothing but trash, that I deserved to die in the chamber. That I'm a traitor and a whore... everything. They say horrible things, and I know they're true. I think that's why I'm afraid of this place, why I hate returning." She had stopped crying, but her voice was still shaky.

Draco furrowed his brow, still confused. Did this mean, that she was insane? Or was it something completely different that haunted her. He shuddered at the thought of being haunted constantly by voices. This was something dark, and it was something that he was going to have to look into.

Ginny was relieved that he had followed her here, into one of her sanctuary's where the whispers couldn't reach her. She breathed in deeply his scent and it immediately calmed her and relaxed her.

She didn't know how she could ever repay him for doing this; she didn't even understand how he could be in the same room as her, much less hold her like this. "Why... are you doing this?"

Draco stopped rubbing her back for a moment then reached up and started to smooth her curly red hair, "I don't know, I don't understand... but I want to help," He answered again, his voice never reaching loud enough to be recognizable. He figured that this was what she wanted for now, so he was willing to let himself stay nameless.

"I want to know who you are... but I'm afraid that if I knew the spell would break. Or whatever it is that makes it stop." She fisted her hands in his robes.

He nodded in understanding even though she couldn't see it.

She sighed, and closed her eyes as she lay back down on the pile of cushions.

"How can I repay you? For what you've done for me?" She asked.

He leaned down, his lips nearly brushing her ear, "Sing for me, you have a wonderful voice. I've never heard anything so beautiful before in my life."

She blushed.

He smiled, "but for now, you sleep." He said and he rubbed her arms soothingly before she fell into a deep slumber.

He walked over and picked up her journal, taking the quill that she had left inside it, he flipped to the next empty page and wrote, Meet me here tomorrow, I promise to help you any way I can. Your Unknown He looked over the short message and nodded, he slipped the journal under her hand and left the small sanctuary.

To Be Continued

Peace

Mad