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: Revamped chapter
"As a rapturous voice escapes,
I will tremble a prayer and
I'll beg for forgiveness.
Your sins into me,
oh my beautiful one..."
Chapter Two
It wasn't the first time that she had awoken to the sound of actual silence, but it was the first time of the school year that she had, and she was joyful. Standing up, she stretched feeling refreshed and ready to face the day, she actually had to admit. She remembered last night... or was it early morning (she thought to herself) and she smiled. She could still smell that spicy scent of sandalwood and it comforted her. She walked around her sanctuary and when she turned she saw her journal lying beside her 'bed'.
"That's strange, I don't remember it being there last night." She walked over to it and picked it up. Automatically it flipped to the last page that had been written on.
"My Unknown..." She whispered softly...
...and then she smiled.
She was remembering part of their conversation from that night, and how the sound of his voice calmed her nerves.
/"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 couldn't get that smile off her face as hard as she tried, so she lived in the moment and accepted that for this one instant she could be happy. The whispers be damned if they wanted to ruin her life!
"Oh! I'm going to be late if I don't leave, and I do want something to eat!" She grabbed her wand and smoothed out the wrinkles in her robes with a quick spell and made her way to the entrance of the sanctuary.
She hesitated...
...it cost her sanity for the day.
So close to the entrance that the ward protecting the room was very week and she could hear them at the back her of mind. Making her hands in to fists she stomped out of the hidden room and made her way to the great hall trying to make them stop.
Draco had decided to skip breakfast and go to the library to look for anything that could help. He remembered something from his home library but there was no way that he was capable of going back there anytime soon. He didn't even know if he wanted to go.
Actually... what Draco needed to know was what really happened in the chamber that night. It was crucial part of this whole problem that the girl was going through. He knew it, some how.
He sighed, as he was on his third book and he hadn't found a single thing on curses that cause hauntings. Strange as it may seem, but even in the Wizarding world hearing voices wasn't a good sign.
"She's insane... Merlin, help her." He ran his hand through his blond locks in frustration.
He gathered his books and headed for his classes.
Ginny was on her way to her classes when she noticed Hermione walking beside her, and she flinched. She could feel the strong aura of concern for her and it made the whispers come again in full force. She had been able to put them in the back of her mind for the time being. She knew that they were there, but they weren't loud enough for her to feel fully bothered. It always failed though, when someone got close to her, the 'block' would fall and they would come back full force.
She quickened her pace and tried to get away from her.
"Ginny... Ginny wait!" Hermione called after her, it just made her go even faster.
Ginny looked over her shoulder to see that Hermione was running to catch up with her, and as she wasn't paying attention she ran full force in to none other then Harry Potter. She bounced off his chest and landed on the ground rather hard, causing the breath to be knocked out of her.
"Ginny! You should watch where you're going all the time. You could have hurt Harry, you know. Honestly, what has been up with you, lately?" Ron said with a look of embarrassment for his sister.
Harry glared over at Ron, speechless that he would say something like that about Ginny. She was his Sister!
Ginny winced...It actually caused her heart to ache.
'Heart... you have a heart? Look at the boy; your own brother is embarrassed of you. He NEVER wanted you for a sister. In fact he was hoping that you died in that chamber. Haven't you noticed that he has been ignoring you ever since the incident in your first year? Honestly, you stupid stupid girl. Can't you see that you would have been better off DEAD!' the voice laughed gleefully at the thought.
"You don't have to be so hard on Gin, Ron. She is your sister." Harry looked over at Ron and shook his head. "Here Ginny let me help you up." Harry reached down and grabbed her arms gently and began to lift her, Harry was suprised that she weighed very little, it worried him.
'Whore.. slut...dirty stupid little girl...tramp...should have died..die die Die Die DIE DIE DIE DIE!' over and over they chanted..
Ginny screamed and wrenched her arms away from Harry. She crawled backwards as fast as she could and as soon as she was far enough away from Harry she stood and ran.
"Ginny... GINNY! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?" The voice of Ron shouted out at her but she didnt acknowledge it.
"That girl... I'm almost ashamed to call her my sister!"
"RONALD WEASLEY! You Take That Back This Instance!" Hermione yelled at him, smacking him in the back of the head.
"Ron! How could you say something like that," Harry whispered, a look of shock on his face.
"Ow! Mione what was the for!" Ron said rubbing the back of his head.
"You go and apologize to your sister Right Now! How could you say something like that about your own family! Im almost ashamed to call you my friend!"
"Finally come to your senses, Granger? Or is this some bout of insanity your going through." came a trademarked drawl that only one could pull off.
"Malfoy... what the hell do you want?" Harry narrowed his eyes at him.
Draco shot him a cold glare, "I heard a scream, I thought I would be all heroic and brave and come running to the rescue! I could even get a shiny medal and get to run around breaking Hogwarts rules and in the end get laid…never mind, I doubt any of you get laid!" Draco said in the most sarcastic voice that Harry has ever heard him speak with.
It made a chill shoot down his spine and he shuttered.
"Honestly Weasley, even your own sister doesn't like you. Got the hint yet?" Draco looked over at Ron.
Ron looked down at the stone floor.
"Granger… I actually have nothing to say to you. Now move out of my way… all of you." Draco said calmly.
Hermione looked at him while Harry and Ron refused to move.
"Would you MOVE!" Draco marched through them and heading towards the direction that Ginny had ran off to. While they were distracted, Draco noticed that she had dropped books that she had been carrying. Sighing he bent down and put them in his shoulder bag and continued on his way.
Hermione looked at Ron and Harry both, "I can't believe you two." She turned and followed Malfoy after giving both of them a scolding look.
Draco was not following Ginny at all; it wasn't his fault that she was running towards the dungeon. He had to talk to Severus. She should have run in a separate direction. That girl was indeed crazy.
Hermione was running after Ginny. She had just past Malfoy who was making his way to Snaps classroom. She didn't even glance at him as she yelled for Ginny to stop running.
"Ginny! Would you please stop! Ginny!"
Ginny could hear Hermione running after her, and even though she would love to stop and actually have a friend she wouldn't stop. It was as if something was controlling her and making her run faster and faster.
'Run.. that's it! Run until you can run anymore. Till your legs give out and your heart bursts from pain. Run until you die and there is no more pain for you to feel. Till you find your field of chrysanthemums and candy clouds. Till you are away from the hell that you are trapped Run. RUN.'
It was getting hard for her to breath. Her heels were hitting the stone floor so hard that it was sending shocks of pain through her legs
+Gin…slow down. Slow down. Stop running. The voices can't hurt you! Listen to me…+
'Shut up! She's not going to listen to you! Get Back, I Say! Back!"
+Don't YOU tell me to get back you two faced slithering son of Hell+
Ginny was starting to get a headache, but the more she ran the louder the voices became. She looked up from the ground a skidded to a halt as she came an inch from running into a painting. Her breathing was ragged and her sight was blurry.
She kneeled down on the ground, her hands grasping her knees. She couldn't hear Hermione anymore, she guessed that she had lost her somewhere along the way, so she took her time catching her breath.
After a few minutes she stood up and looked at the painting. It was of a field of flowers. She took a closer look; they were paper flowers. A young woman was standing amongst them, her face covered by her hair. Ginny looked closer and saw that the sky was purple and the clouds were so white a puffy. As she watched, it started to rain. Instead of the clouds turning black and the sky darkening the rain shimmered, never wetting the flowers or the woman that stood there. Ginny took a step away from the painting and felt a gentle breeze hit her face. It was warm and full of whispers, not the horrible whispers, but a whisper full of thousands of voices. It sounded like a choir of angels.
Ginny finally noticed that her head had stopped hurting and the horrible voices had gone away.
Yes, they have left Ginny. It is only I; I have always been with you, watching over you ever since you were born, I am here to guard you... to protect you, to lead you.+
Ginny reeled back at the gentle voice inside her head. It wasn't a voice of a man… nor was it of a woman. It was just a voice. A soft, soothing, gentle voice. "Who…who are you?" Ginny asked.
Look at me, Ginny. Look closely at me. I am Your Sorrow, I am Your Love, I am Your Hope, I am Your Laughter, I am Your Forgiveness, I am Your Refuge and I am Your Strength. Call me what you want.+
Ginny looked at the painting and saw that the hair was no longer covering the woman's face. She saw a beautiful young woman with a face like an angel. Her hair shimmered just like the rain and her face was so gentle. "I don't understand…"
There is nothing to understand. I am here for you whenever you will need me. This is not truly what I look like Ginny, I just took this…+ the woman motioned with her hand as she took in the surroundings in the painting+from your mind. This is where you are safe, where nothing will ever bother you. This is your refuge and I am here to lead you to your savior+
Ginny reached her a shaking hand, "You are my Hope." Her hand touched the painting and a soft lullaby filled her mind and she felt a tear of happiness fall from her eye.
Draco stopped had made to the Potions classroom, walking in he found Severus Snape preparing for his class. Severus looked up at the entrance.
"Can I help you, Mr. Malfoy?" Severus asked as he looked at the young man.
"Professor Snape… I need some help. You see, there's this roomer going around in the house that there's a curse that can make people hear voices."
"I can assure you that I've never heard of such a curse, is there anything else I can help you with?" Severus obviously wanted Draco to leave.
"Well… what could cause a person to hear voices…sinister voices?" Draco was about to thunk his godfather over the head.
Severus saw that look in Draco's eyes and he narrowed his, "Draco, I don't have time for this. Would you just tell me what it is that you want exactly and I'll try to give you a good answer? I have classes to prepare for, you know."
"Fine. Fine. I was reading a book, and there was this girl that heard voices. They wouldn't leave her alone; they kept taunting her over and over. Saying horrible things to her. In this book… there were only a few places where the voices would stop. Then there was this dragon that came to her one night. She told the dragon that he made the voices stop. I just found it very interesting and wonder if something like that could actually happen?" Draco silently congratulated himself on coming up with a good story.
Severus looked at him a good while before answering him, "There is such thing as inner demons. They can be brought out in people who have faced very traumatic experiences. Sometimes the only way that it can be stopped is by some type of counter magic… Dragon magic is an example. Hogwarts has various rooms that were created with the Dragon magic. Actually Dragon magic is one of the strongest magics and one of the most ancient."
Draco nodded, he was a wielder of the Dragon magic, one of the reasons his father had named him Draco. "So…can these inner demons, as you call them, be stopped permanently?"
"It is possible, depending on the experience that the person went through and how long ago it happened. Usually along the way, the inner demons are countered by a 'seraph' you could call it. A higher power that is awaken in a person under certain experiences. It's all complicated…but a wielder of the Dragon magic and Seraph magic could drive the inner demons out…"Severus trailed off as his door opened only to see Hermione standing there. "What do you want, Ms. Granger?"
"Um.. Its Ginny. She ran into the dungeons and I can't find her…" She looked over at Draco who glared back at her.
"I'm sure Ms. Weasley is fine Ms. Granger. Get to you class before I remove points from Gryffindor House." Severus snapped.
Hermione shut the door.
"Is that all, Draco?"
Draco nodded his thanks and left the room, leaving Severus to ponder over why he had asked such a question.
Draco was left to ponder of the information that Severus had given him all through the rest of his classes that day.
Ginny did not go to any of her classes that day, she went straight to her common room that was now empty of many people and she made her way up to the girls dormitory where she had her trunk. It school had started on Friday, so that the students could get a good start on the school work and get everything in order for the actually beginning of classes on Monday. So she really didn't miss much of anything. She would just tell her teachers that she had been sick in bed that day and couldn't get up and make it to the hospital wing.
Ginny decided that was a good enough excuse then any. In her mind, a soft tune was playing in her mind, Hope had told her that when ever they would return just to remember this tune and it would keep them at bay most of the time. They wouldn't be full screaming a yelling all the time but they would still be there. The tune just lulled them to sleep for a certain amount of time.
Hope had said that anytime that she needed her that she would be there, all she had to do was call. She also remembered something about leading her to her savior. Could she have meant the boy that had made her feel safe? She could only hope.
Ginny smiled at that thought, Hope. It was like she had a new outlook since she met the painting and a feeling of… hope rested in her heart. Ginny scratched her palm as she looked around for her journal, she wanted to write something to that pretty little tune that she had heard when she touched the painting. Something for… her hope and her savior.
As Ginny was searching, she started to sing aloud to the little her tune… not with words, but a sort of humming. Words coming every now and then to her mind making it out of her lips and into the air surrounding her, filling the room with life.
"In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullabies, I lay inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over mee…"
Ginny continued this wordless singing until she became very frustrated and the tune left her head. "Argh! Where is the damn thing!"
'Whats the matter deary? Can't find your precious journal? You know your always loosing things… many many things. Should I name some… I think I will. Starting with the almosts. You almost lost your life you almost got one of you friends killed you almost got your brother kill you no longer have any friends you have lost the love of you family and the respect of you teachers. You've lost you precious book that holds all you secrets in it and your afraid to know who the man is because you don't want to loose him either? Am I right? Yes? Yes!' the voice cackled and Ginny was struggling to remember the tune that Hope had taught her but it was hard, with all the doubt filling her.
"Shut up… just shut up! You don't know what you're talking about. Why can't you just leave me alone!" Ginny yelled as she picked up a brush and threw it across the room.
At this time some of her roommates had entered. "See, I told you she was crazy! Talking to herself and throw things. She needs to be emitted to the ward for the mentally unstable and insane. Kuck-koo." The girl was making the other girls laugh and Ginny's eyes misted over and she glared angrily at them.
The girls kept laughing and the anger in Ginny started welling up, so powerful that she thought she was going to burn out. Ginny gulped and a strong burning was in her throat… Ginny ran out of the room trying to make it out of the castle before she let the powerful voice leave her and deafen all those around her.
It burns… oh it burns. I can't open my mouth.. I cant not until I am away from everybody, I cant…
Ginny ran past Draco almost knocking him off the steps that lead up to the castle. She had finally made it outside… but it wasn't good enough. She had to make it to the forbidden forest where it accepted the powerful voice.
She had just made it to the edge where she fell and her lips flew opened and she let the power burn out of her throat and into the forbidden forest where her forbidden voice was seeped into the trees.
She fell forward, resting her head one the grass, her breathing ragged and her throat sore from holding in the voice. She closed her eyes and just stayed there waiting for the after effects to go away.
Draco, who was just returning from his last class of the day, was almost knocked off the stairs. He turned and was about to give the person to full assault of his wrath when he saw a stream of long red hair sweep past him. "What the hell is she doing now!" He exclaimed out loud.
Draco turned to follow her, running to catch up. He saw her fall and he was about to catch up with her when he heard a sound… a powerful silent sound. Now as odd as he thought this was… how can a sound be silent? But he saw the trees of the forbidden forest shudder and blue streams of light flow into them. He saw a stream of the purest blue light heading towards him and he backed away from it. It kept coming, and as he swiped at it, it wrapped itself around his arm and melted inside of his body.
He heard the most beautiful sound, it couldn't describe it, but he felt… alive. As soon as he heard it, it was gone only to be replaced by Ginny's ragged breathing. Draco stood there, watching her for what seemed like forever before he saw that the sun was setting and he really didn't want to be caught out here near the forbidden forest at night. He shuddered.
He was about to say something to the girl, but thought it best not, she could freak out on him. He really didn't want to explain himself at the moment. So, against 'his better judgment' he knelt down and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her into a standing position. He was surprised when she didn't struggle against him.
"You shouldn't be here." Was the only thing that came from her lips. No thank you, no how have you been lately? He muttered something and turned her around, his hand resting at the small of her back, prodding her back towards the castle.
"I don't want to go back to that place. They laughed at me… called me insane you know. Said that I needed to be put into a mental ward where I could talk to people and throw things as much as I want. They made me angry… I could have killed them, you know."
Draco didn't say anything, just kept a gentle nudging at her back to keep her moving.
She coughed, causing a little blood to come to her pale lips; she reached up and wiped it away with the back of her hand.
Talk, Ginny. He needs to know if he is to help you. Talk, he won't harm you, laugh at you, call you names+
"You know… my voice. It may be beautiful at times, but when I'm angry… there this power that well up inside of me. It burns and burns and if I don't let it out soon it will keep building until it leaks out of the pores of my skin. Its really horrible..." She coughed again, causing more blood to decorate her lips. Her hand was shaking as she wiped the blood away.
Draco was looking at her a little worried now. He grabbed her wrist and made her stop. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket he wiped the blood away from her hand and also from her lips. "Open your mouth." He said, just a little above a whisper.
She did and, and with the last remaining light of the sun he looked inside and saw that her throat was badly burned. His hands came away from her chin and rested on her throat. Ginny shut her mouth and stared at his chest. His hands were cool against her skin, soothing to her throat. She hadn't noticed the silver wisps of light that came from his finger tips and wrapped around her neck, seeping into her skin, but she did notice that the burning was gone. He turned her around and wrapped his arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder.
"Can't have your throat damaged like that… you have to sing for me. Remember?" As he said that, he pulled out her journal from his shoulder bag and put it in front of her face.
She gasped. "Oh! You found it! I thought I had lost it for good!" She was so happy that he had returned it, that she turned and through her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much." She whispered, and she gradually felt his arms encircle her, hugging her back.
Draco… was at a loss. Sure… he didn't mind wrapping his arms around her waist, healing her throat, wiping blood from her skin, holding her while she slept… but hugging, well gee golly gosh, it was something that he did not do very often, yet it felt very natural.
Ginny slipped her arms down and rested the lightly around his waist, her face buried in his chest. "I wish I could know who you are…"
+Child, it's all right to know who he is. There's nothing to be afraid of, do not let hope be torn to shreds by the demons. Do not let them control you. Do not let them have power over you, have Faith. +
Draco rested his chin in her hair, it smelled faintly of vanilla and it breathed it in. He loved that smell.
Oh… but Hope, I'm afraid of who it may be. It's not just the demons, its me. I am afraid.
Hope sighed +Child, Ginny… when will you learn to accept what's before you eyes and trust in it, stop doubting yourself and the people around you. Despite what you think and the voices say they do care about you.+
Maybe some other time, Hope. Just not now. Not this moment.
Very well+
Ginny sighed, and straightened, and as she did she saw the Slytherin insignia on his cloak She inhaled sharply. "Your…a Slytherin."
Draco tensed; he knew what was coming next, "Does that matter to you?" He asked, and he waited for her to answer.
She shook her head, "Not in the least."
She felt him relax under her hands. "So, do you still want me to sing to you, Slytherin?" She asked, her voice sounding lighter then before.
"Hey, you promised!"
Ginny smiled and turned away, his hand lingering on her waist. "Then meet me in the music room after dinner." She left him standing there under the tree near the lake.
Draco actually couldn't wait to make it to the music room where he would see his singing seraph… Draco dropped his fork. 'Where the hell did THAT come from. Stupid Severus. Putting ideas into my head. I'm just going to have to go and research Seraph magic.' Draco was muttering unintelligently, and finally looked up to see many people in the hall had stopped talking and were looking him. He glared at them, "Why don't you take a bloody picture? It'll last longer!" there was a flash and Draco snapped his attention towards Colin. He gave him a deadly glare before getting up from the table a walking out of the great hall.
"Oh, Creevy is going to suffer my wrath when I see him. Bloody git and his stupid camera. I'm going to smash it into a million blood pieces." Draco was stomping and muttering his way to the library. Taking a calming breath, he entered the Library quietly and made his way to the books. It didn't take long to find what he was looking for. It was in the section with books on Dragon magic and Phoenix magic. He pulled the volume down and found it to be very dusty. He coughed as he set it down on the table, blowing the dust off it. "Obviously many people are not interested in Seraph magic."
Setting down he flipped through the yellowed pages. It was interesting, he wish that he had looked at it earlier, as many times as he has read books on Dragon magics…
Seraph Magic
Wielders of Seraph magic are very rare in the Wizarding worlds, due to the dangerous power that the wielder can unleash with his/her voice. Many wielders' come into their birthright when they have gone through a traumatic experience in their life or have come close to death. Dark magic is usually associated with its awakening and in the past was known as an agent used against the dark wizards.
Seraph wielders' usually suffer from inner demons early in their life, and tend not to socialize well with others. Due to the accidental deaths when the early Seraphs found their power, it has come routine for them to separate themselves, even if they don't realize that they do. It's usually a defense mechanism with in a Seraphs mind.
A Seraph who comes into their power, and is does not understand it to the full extent or is unaware is a danger to all those that surround him/her.
Inner Demons
The inner demons of a Seraph are very violent and can cause many outbursts of magic that could cause death to any who hear its' silent cry. The only way that Seraph magic is countered is by Dragon Magic (refer to Dragon Magic By: Damius S. LeMarc.) Dragon magic absorbs the power of the Seraphs. Instead of killing Dragons they are given longer life. A tiny strand of the Seraphs magic adds one day to a Dragons life. The dragons usually restores the balance of the magical scale, thus the inner demons are driven out of the Seraphs mind.
Draco shut the book. There was obviously more then Severus was letting on and much more he was going to have to learn.
Grabbing the Dragon Magic book and the Seraph Magic books he checked them out of the library and headed to his room where he could change and go to the meeting with his Seraph.
Ginny was sitting a chair in front of the piano. She was very nervous for some reason. She had never really sung for a person before. Hope… what should I sing? I'm so nervous. What if I screw up!
Hope laughed, +Don't worry about it, Ginny. Just sing.+
Ginny smiled at Hope. She knew what she was going to sing. I have something for you Hope. You inspired be to sing it, I hope you'll like it.
+I'm sure I'll love it, Ginny+
Ginny felt warm all over, she couldn't wait till he got here.
Ginny suddenly heard a knocking on the portrait and she remembered that she hadn't given him the password. She mentally cursed herself, and hummed the tune that Hope had given her and opened the portrait. She saw a figure standing in the hall with a deep hooded cloak on with dragons etched along the border and a dragon clasp that kept his cloak secure. She stepped aside and allowed him to enter.
" See that you like Dragons. It's a very beautiful cloak, I bet its warm in the winter." Ginny sighed and shut the portrait. She didn't understand why a Slytherin was coming around her anyway. Maybe she should just cut ties with him here and now. Never speak to him again. She didn't deserve his attention. Yes… that was it, she didn't deserve anything.
Draco noticed that when she had stopped humming to speak to him that she had shut the portrait and that she had a distant look in her eyes. He could see the pain start to cloud them and he immediately stood up and led her deeper into the room away from the doorway. She snapped out of her daze and apologized. He laid a finger on her lips to silence her. "Don't worry about it." His hand reached up and cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing her skin gently. He let his hand drop and sat down in the cushions.
She nodded and went and sat at the piano. "I've never really sung for anyone before… so I don't know how you're going to like this. This place is really wonderful; you can manipulate the musical instruments to play what you need. There's so much that this song needs, and I want it to be perfect. I… hope you like it."
Draco watched as she whispered something and waved her hand in front of her.
Violins started to play as she started to sing in an eerily distant voice. Her voice was soon followed by drums and electric guitars.
She began to play the piano, her fingers gliding across the keys.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
(the electrics came back in)
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
(they faded once again)
Don't say i'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos - your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
(they start again)
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Draco watched her as she performed. He was entranced by her beautiful voice, and it was almost eerie when he heard a second voice back hers up.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Paper Flowers…uhhhhAHhhH Paapperrr Flooowwweerrrs
(the electrics and violins faded away)
Draco was entranced, she was more then he had thought her to be, and right now he just wanted to go up to her and take her in his arms.
So why don't you go and do it, then? You've got nothing to loose. No ones here, but you and her… and well me, but I don't count+
Draco looked over and saw a translucent figure leaning agianst the wall, he wasnt sure if it was a man or a women, its features had a delicate look but then agian, it looked very...man like. Draco shook his head. "Who... or rather What are you?"
The figure cocked its head+ You'll find out soon enough+ And then it was gone.
Draco stood and saw that Ginny was looking at him. Her amber eyes soft and full of imaginary innocence. It brought goose bumps to his skin. He walked up to her and took her chin, "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard, and I'm glad that I'm the only one that hears it… my Seraph." He wrapped his arms around the small girl and brought his lips down to hers in a gentle kiss. Ginny had wrapped her arms around his cloaked shoulders, his face still hidden inside the deep hood. She couldn't believe that it was happening, to be truthful.
She almost gasped when she felt his tongue graze her bottom lip asking for entrance, and she opened willingly, feeling him enter her mouth, his lips soft against hers. She could have cried at the feelings that welled up inside of her.
He broke away from her only to see that her amber eyes were glistening with unshed tears, so he wrapped her his arms and held her, and she cried silently into his shoulder. He smoothed her hair and whispered reassurances to her. Lifting her into his arms, he brought her to the cushioned pallet and lye down with her.
He really couldn't believe that he had done what he did. This was only the third time that he had met with her, and he didn't want to rush things… hell he would never have thought in a million years that he would be in the same room with a Weasley willingly, much less lend one comfort.
He didn't know how long he was there, how long he held her, whispered to her, and smoothed her hair. He didn't care. All he cared about was her well being and that he made her feel safe.
Sometime that night, though, he had gotten up where she had fallen asleep and removed his cloak, laying its velvet materiel across her for a blanket. Its not like anyone would notice it was his. He never wore the thing anyway, so she would make use of it. Yes, that's why he did it.
Kneeling down, he found her journal and wrote her a small note on the same page as before.
I'm sorry I couldn't stay, Seraph. Keep the cloak, you'll make more use of it then I ever did or will. Think of it as a thank you, if you cant except it; just know that I'll be here for you when you need me.
Your Dragon
Draco closes the book and lays it beside the cushions.
"Night, Seraph."
He walked out of the room and back to the Slytherin dormitories
To Be Continued!
So how was that? I hope you liked it; I really liked writing this chapter. In fact, I still wanted to keep going, but I figured I would save that for another day. Well, that's it for now. Please review!
Evanescence: Imaginary (lyrics do not belong to me!)
Peace,
Mad
