This chapter has been re-written, so please read. it is vital to the story!

Silver and Cold

By: Mad Love

Rated: R (im just going to go ahead and change it)

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..


"Light, like the flutter of wings,

Feel your hollow voice rushing into me
As you're longing to sing…"


Chapter Three

Ginny awoke to the feeling of being buried under warm velvet. Setting up, she looked at her surroundings and realized that she had fallen asleep in the music room again. Remembering why she was in the music room to begin with brought a small smile to her face. She had actually sung for someone, and gotten her first kiss and felt like she was important to someone, that some actually cared.

Butterflies fluttered in her belly as she stood and wrapped that black cloak around her small form and inhaled its masculine scent. It sent a shiver down to her toes and the warmth enveloped her as a whole. She hadn't been so happy in a very long time. Practically giddy with excitement, hoping that it wouldn't be coming to an end anytime soon.

Bending down she lifted her worn journal and opened it. It flipped to the last page that was written on. In bold slanted writing was the small note that he had written her…

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

"My Dragon…" She closed the book and slipped it into one of the deep pockets inside the cloak. Pulling the hood over her head she walked towards the entrance of the room and opened it, closing her eyes tightly waiting for the onslaught of the voices.

After several seconds standing there with her eyes tightly shut she heard nothing. Opening her eyes with surprise she stepped out into the hallway. It was still a little dark and there was no sound coming from the empty halls. Pulling the cloak securely around her she turned and closed the painting, hurrying down the halls to the common room.

On her journey to the common room she was surprised that she hadn't run into Filch, but she guessed that even he needed to sleep sometimes. Not only that, but the voices were not screaming inside of her skull.

The Fat Lady grumbled something and swung open. Ginny tip toed into the common room, the fireplace was blazing brightly and filling the room with a little too much heat. She edged the hood of her head and heard someone whispering. She swung around, the cloak flaring around her, but saw no one behind her. Take the hood off of her head, she gasped and stumbled backwards at the onslaught of the whispering, like a thousand voices were swarming around her, choking her with their hatred. She pulled the hood back on her head and it was silent once more.

She was amazed at this and wondered of the Dragon knew more about what was happening to her then she knew herself. Sighing she walked past the couch and was about to go up to the dormitory when a hand shot out from the other side of the couch and grabbed her. She flinched, but stopped moving.

"And where have you been Ginny. You had Hermione practically chasing you down the halls and then I was told you DISSAPEARED INTO THE DUNGEONS! What the bloody hell were you thinking you idiot. And just WHAT are you doing out at this hour! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT CLOAK?" Ron's grip was tightening with every word that he spoke.

Wincing, she looked off towards the fireplace, "Maybe if you hadn't jumped all over me for running into your ppprreeesscciiooouusss Harry… I wouldn't have run. Maybe if everyone just left me the hell alone I wouldn't have to leave to get away from your pompous attitude."

Ron narrowed his eyes at his sister, "Sometimes I wonder how you could ever be a Weasley. You don't act like one, hell, sometimes you don't even look like one, sure you have the hair… but that's as far as it gets you." Ron dropped her arm, "Get out of my sight. You're nothing but a whore, probably going off to sleep around with some Slytherin. That would explain the cloak." He turned his back on her and walked towards the stairs where Hermione was now standing. He stopped in front of her, "C'mon Hermione. Lets leave the Slytherin whore to herse-

SLAP!

"I can't believe you Ronald Weasley. That is YOUR SISTER! Ginny has done nothing to deserve what you've said. YOU get out of my sight before I do more then slap you!" Hermione exclaimed seethingly.

Ron stood straight glared at his friend and then his sister before marching up the stairs. Hermione glared at his retreating back, angry tears in her eyes. She gathered her nightgown in her hands and walked over to where Ginny was standing.

"Ginny…"

"He's right you know… everything, everything he said." A tear slipped down her cheek followed by another. "I AM SO SICK OF THIS! Crying… always crying. I'm so weak… I am no Weasley. Ron was right." Her fists clenched the hem of the cloak.

Hermione walked closer to the girl and enveloped her in a hug, "I don't know what has come over Ron, Gin. I don't but it isn't right. You are his sister, and he has no right… NO RIGHT! To treat you the way he did."

Ginny just sighed and pulled away from Hermione, "maybe… maybe. I'm going to go take a shower."

"I was just heading back to my room, you could use that one if you like. I am head girl after all." Hermione smiled.

Ginny nodded, "Yes you are aren't you. I guess it wouldn't hurt, lead on then."

Hermione looped her harm with Ginny's and lead the way through the door that lead to her room from the dormitories.


Ron went into the seventh year boy's dormitories and saw Harry setting up in his bed. "Your actually up early Harry, what's the problem?" Ron asked as if nothing had happened down stairs.

"You know Ron," Harry began as he stood up from his bed, " I heard everything that happened downstairs and I really don't like what you are doing to your sister." Harry folded his arms.

"What are you talking about Harry, I haven't done anything to Ginny. I was worried about her, she hasn't been in since earlier today and after Hermione said that she ran off and gotten lost… well, and I just wanted to make sure she was okay."

Harry looked at his friend closely, "What's going on with you Ron? You're acting very strange. You yelled at Ginny earlier today because she ran into me on accident, then you say that she shouldn't be your sister! What the bloody hell is going on in your head?"

"I seriously don't know what you are talking about Harry, I would never do that to my own sister! I almost lost her once in the Chamber of Secrets, I wouldn't disown her." Ron crawled into his bed, "I think everyone around here is completely mental." He drew the comforter up around him and closed his eyes. "Get some sleep Harry, maybe you were just dreaming."

Harry watched Ron with a look of utter confusion.


Draco sat at his desk looking at the books that he had gotten at the library. He really couldn't make any sense out of them. "They are contradicting themselves! How am I supposed to figure this out if the books make no sense?" He picked up the heavy book of the dragon magic and threw it across his room. He had a major headache.

Picking up the book on Seraphs he flipped through the pages.

Seraph Magic: Tainted Essence

Trying to bring a wild seraph (one who does not know how to use or control their power) is very dangerous. This would mean that their essence is slowly being tainted by the darkness that surrounds them. Depending on the experience that the user went through determines how strong the wild magic is, and the more tainted their essence becomes. The longer the user goes with out control the strong the magic and the closer to death they become…

"Well aren't you bloody smart book, I could have told you that." He flipped through the pages…

Seraphim- Fiery Serpent; Sent by god as his instruments to inflict on the people the righteous penalty of sin. (Also notice: it means fiery ones, in allusion, as is supposed, to their burning love)

Seraphim are born out of the joining of a dragon and a seraph.

Draco blinked and re-reads the sentence.

He flipped back a few pages.

Inner Demons: Wilder Magic

Inner Demons are born out of traumatic experiences, mostly near death due to the use of dark magic. It is something that keeps coming back and haunting. It is said that Dragon magic is the only way to silence the demons. On some cases they never really left until the Seraph accepted the Dragon as whom he is and they came together by ways of union…

Draco swallowed and closed the book. Skipping pages, the book didn't make much since, and some were repeating what had been said earlier in the book. But it got its point across. Now all he had to do was accept the truth of the situation and wonder why the hell he decided to help the girl anyway. In the past two days he couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to her, the only thing he couldn't figure out was why now… why.

"Bloody Hell!" Draco gripped his forearm tightly as the sensation of burning shot through his arm. Standing up quickly, knocking over his chair he rolled up his sleeve and glared at the mark on his arm.

Yanking open his drawer he pulled out a numbing potion and pored all if its contents onto his arm. He fell to the floor, glass shattering, leaned against the bed and waited has his life force was seared from his body.


Ginny stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She hadn't stopped humming Hope's melody ever since she stepped into the shower. Drying herself off she changed into a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She cast a drying spell, drying her long hair and spelling it into braid. Grabbing the cloak she threw it over her shoulders and pulled up the hood. Walking out of the bathroom, she saw Hermione setting cross-legged on the bed giving her a strange look. Ginny shifted under her gaze.

"Ginny… I know that your really upset and I'm sorry that you were left out of everything. Really I am."

Ginny stood there staring the wall.

"I just want to know what's wrong? You have been acting very strange lately and …"

"I appreciate your concern, Hermione. Really, you don't know how much it means to me… and for future reference if anything… just well, thank you Hermione." Ginny gave her friend a hug and walked out of the room.

Hermione stared after Ginny velvet cloaked form walk away and she couldn't help but shiver. She didn't know what was wrong, but she knew that something was up and it wasn't good.

The only thing she faced now was what to do about the information that she had gathered from just being in Ginny's presence.

"And where in the world did she get that cloak and why does it seem so familiar?" Folding her arms across her chest she stood and paced in front of the fireplace. She could still feel goose bumps from where Ginny had given her a hug. Rubbing her arms she collapsed on to the floor facing the warmth of the fire, trying to get some kind of warmth into her bones.

Ginny walked upright, her shoulders back and shoes echoing lightly on the floor of the hallway. She was in a good mood, despite having Ron basically disown her like she was a Slytherin. "Well it's a good thing he doesn't know about that or I don't think I would have gotten out of the common room alive."

But it was her brother! How dare he talk to her like that! How dare he How Dare He… HOW DARE HE!

Ginny's fist balled up and she was shaking with rage.

"If its not one thing its another! My anger comes to me to easily when the…" She swallowed, "Voices aren't here." She needed to concentrate on something… anything to get her mind off her brother… off the voices. She could hear them taunting her now if she weren't wearing the cloak.

She could feel a knot developing in her stomach… her power.

'Think Gin… c'mon. Hope!' Her mind shouted as her nails caused rivulets of blood to pool out of her palm.

She sunk behind a suit of armor, which moved as if to guard her from any prying eyes.

Ginny, will it away! Will away all the pain and anger. It yours Ginny, yours to control… yours to will away. Fight it. +

"I… I…" Ginny took a deep breath.

"…can remember a place I used to go
Chrysanthemums of white, they seemed so beautiful
I can remember, I searched for the amaranth
I'd shut my eyes... to see

Oh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones
I knew they would appear... saw not a single one
Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently
I'd make a wish... and bleed…"

Ginny sat there, her hand clenching and unclenching as she recited something she remembered from her journal. Trying to take her mind of the boiling anger that threatened to break out.


Draco's chest was rising and falling evenly now. He didn't know how long he hand been there but he could feel the feeling coming back to his arm. An after pain feeling rushed through him and he sighed with relief. He shifted a little to see if he could stand. Rolling his shoulder he gathered himself and, using the bed for leverage, pulled himself to his feet.

He was tired, and all he wanted to do was lay down on his bed, close his eyes and sleep. Sleep and dream of his beautiful Seraph…

His father was going to kill him.

Like he cared.

He could go fuck himself and Voldemort while he was at.

Draco grimaced at the image and considered banging his head against the nearest wall in hopes to make it leave.

Undressing and pulling on a pair of black satin pajama bottoms and a white tank he stretched out on his bed, only to find himself staring at the ceiling. He hadn't left Ginny too long ago. About five hours and he hadn't been able to concentrate on anything but her… excluding the excruciating pain.

Blowing out the candle on his nightstand he turned over on his side and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to take him.

+DRACO+

Draco sat up, startled. He looked around, his wand in hand, looking for the voice.

+Draco+

"What! What the hell do you want, can't you see I'm trying to bloody sleep?" Draco shouted to the voice.

+Draco, its Ginny… she cant control her emotions+

Draco jumped out of the bed; grabbing a cloak from the desk he threw it around himself. "What do you mean she can't control her emotions!" Draco knew immediately who it was, Fate, he balked silently, was calling to him.

Remember the forbidden forest and what she said about her voice… Do you know what will happen if she unleashes that with in this school+

"I just had to go and get myself involved, didn't I? Have to be the bloody fucking hero… bah, you're going to have be acting like the bloody git Harry fucking Potter!" He growled out at her.

Draco Malfoy, don't make me go corporeal on you, now you get down here this instant! Main Hall, behind the guarding armor+

Draco burst out of the entrance of his room and ran towards the main hall. 'True.. he had come to care for the girl, even though he barely knew her. There was just something about her that pulled him towards her, and it wasn't just the magic. Draco came to a halt as he entered the main hall and heard her voice.

"…never, never wanted this
I always wanted to believe
I never, never wanted this
How could I have become?
I never, never wanted this
But from the start I'd been deceived
I never, never wanted this
How could I have become?

Draco walked closer to the armor and its head turned towards him. It moved aside.

Inside a crumbling effigy
But you promised
So dies all innocence
But you promised me

While I waited I was wasting away
While I waited I was wasting away
While I waited I was wasting away
Hope was wasting away
Faith was wasting away
I was wasting away"

"Burning… burns… I will you away." Ginny rocked back and forth her voice grave with emotion. Of what he could not tell. Draco kneeled down in front of her; she had her head on her knees and arms wrapped around her legs.

"Ginny, can you hear me? Ginny?" Draco reached down with his hand and touched her face. He quickly snatched it back as if he were burned. Her skin was so hot.

Reaching down once again her cupped her face and lifted it towards him, her blurred vision not really seeing him.

"I must… get to the forest. I must…" She swallowed, so much for her good mood that only lasted a few seconds. She could feel the cool touch of another person that she immediately recognized. She felt as he lifted her face towards him but she saw nothing. It was all blurred, colors blending together so she could not make out his profile. "You… I need to get to," she swallowed, "the forest!" she hissed maliciously.

Draco knitted his brows; her moods swings were… peculiar.

The burning sensation was back in her throat and she coughed, a tiny speck of blood at the corner of her mouth. "Let me go… LET ME GO!" She snatched her face out of his hands and crawled across the floor, on her hands and knees.

Draco's lips thinned in a tight line as he looked at her crawling quickly away from him. "Ginny Weasley, you get right back here this instance!" He practically shouted at her, his booming voice causing her to stop and look fiercely in his direction.

Standing up, he walked over to her frozen form and watched as a tendril of blue light float away from her skin. Ginny watched it as it floated towards the ceiling with a hint of fear. Draco watched as it started to spread and he acted, reaching for the magic and watched as it wrapped itself around his bare arm, seeping into his skin. "You aren't seeming to understand that I am here to help you, Ginny." He knelt beside her, his lips nearing hers, her eyes glazed over from pain and anger.

Ginny watched as his blurred face neared hers.

"Let it all out Ginny… let me take your pain… your hate, your fear away from you. Let me be your savior. Let me help you." Draco caressed the soft skin of her face as he brought his lips within an inch of hers. "Scream for me," He whispered harshly has he crushed his lips against hers.

Ginny automatically closed her eyes as she felt his lips upon hers.

She did as he asked, she opened her mouth as she felt his tongue trace her bottom lip… she opened her mouth and screamed. Letting all of her pain, anger, and hate flow out of her with her silent voice.

Draco winced at the force of her emotions; her power was so strong that it was almost unbelievable. He could taste her power and it tasted like heaven to him. Wrapping his right arm around her waist he pulled her as tight as he could to his body, utterly forgotten that they were laying in the middle of the main hallway at 5 o'clock in the morning.

Ginny brought her arms up and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her grip tightening as she felt him pull her towards him. The only thing that was in her head now was that she was that she had found her sanctuary and she never wanted to leave.

Draco broke the kiss when he finally felt her power die down, though he did not loosen his grip on her. Placing a chaste kiss on her now bruised and swollen lips, he held her against him. Looking around he saw that the sun was slowly rising and that they were in the middle of the main hall of Hogwarts. Sighing, he stood, bringing her with him. He walked backwards until his back touched the wall behind the Guarding Armor, which moved once again to block them from the view of any seeing eyes.

He settled her body against him as he slowly slid down the wall so that she rested between his legs, her head resting on his chest. Licking his lips he could taste the metallic taste of blood, her blood, Weasley blood.

Ginny was finally breathing normally and her eyes were clearing. She saw that they were hidden behind the Guarding Armor. She shifted and kissed the hollow of his neck. She felt him shudder and his arms tighten at her waist then relax.

"I'm sorry… seems that every time that I'm in a good mood, it escapes me. When I hear the voices I'm always scared, depressed… but when they aren't there my anger takes over me until I feel like I'll burst with this wild energy…" she whispered, her throat hurting.

Draco sighed; it seemed like no matter what happened to the girl that she would suffer. He wrapped his cloak she wore around the both of them, the warmth extremely comforting. "Look, I've been looking into some things, seeing if I could diagnose… your condition."

She coughed, causing another speck of blood to dot her lips. Draco looked down and noticed this. Bring his hand up to her throat; he unconsciously started to heal her, silver tendrils of magic seeping into her skin.

"I've been looking into ancient magic's and I think I've found something that sounds like you. And I may have a way to help you, but you have to be accepting… to refuse once its started could possibly kill us both. But… I want to look further into this." Draco ran his hand through her soft curly hair.

"I understand… but tell me, is it anything to do with why you call me Seraph?"

"Yes, it does. I'll bring you the book and let you look at it later."

Ginny nodded, "I would like that. You know, I've been wearing this cloak and I haven't heard the voices."

Draco smiled, that was the plan all along, "Yes, I know. I wanted to try something, to see if what the books told me were true. So it seems that Dragon magic does counter the magic of the Seraph. Good thing too, if it weren't for me everyone in Hogwarts would have been brain fried." He chuckled.

"That's not very funny you know… the only ones I would want brain fried are my room mates and Ron." She muttered.

"Oh, and not Draco Malfoy then?" Draco asked, blond brow raised.

"No, not Draco. I really don't hold anything against him, he only does what he was raised to do. He never really bothered me anyway." Ginny yawned and closed her eyes.

'Maybe things will work out in the end…?' He wondered to himself as he watched her. She had her eyes closed and was on the edge of sleep.

You are in my debt, Draco. If you hadn't made it… well, you know the answer to that.+

Hn, hello.You still haven't told me who...what you are. What do you want with me?-

Ginny calls me Hope, though that is not my real name. In truth I am not of this world, though I am sure that you already knew that didn't you? You may call me Azrael.+

All right then... Azrael. I seem to recognize the name... i've heard it somewhere... but I can vaguely remeber where.-

Azrael sighed+Technically, I am a Seraphim, older then time itself. I was appointed Guardianship of the two of you way before you were born. I am in you debt that you have saved her. She is very important... and it wouldnt be good if she had brain fried the whole school. You see, the poor girl has suffered like this ever since her first year. It was never this bad really… until this year anyway. That's why I never stepped in before. Why I never intervened, though now I wish I had earlier and dragged you with me. +

Draco snorted, -Yeah, whatever. So what exactly do you need me for, I never beent the kind of person to help someone I hardly know, much less kiss and care for her. What is going on with me anyway, I dont understand. I have never felt like this before and its rather disturbing.-

She is you light in the darkness, with out her you would eventually fall into the darkness that has been eating at you ever since you were born. You were born with the Death Mark, am I correct. That mark will eventually suck out all of you life force. It has taken Joel all he has just to keep you from dying an early death, he has been keeping you linked to this world where you would have slipped in your first year. +

Surprise Surprise… my father has always been a twisted little fuck. Bastard. So I have a guardian also... huh, always wondered what I hadnt died from all the beatings.- Draco sneered as he tangled his hands in Ginny's hair.

You have had a hard life, but so has Ginny... I could blame Lucius, I could say that all this started with him sneaking that journal into her cauldron. Your fates are intertwined. You would have eventually ended up finding each other, we just needed you to find each other earlier then you would have. Joel and I work together now to keep you both safe. I must say its not an easy task. Trouble likes to find bother of you.+

So… why are you here telling me this and not Joel. If he is my guardian... then shouldn't he be here... guarding me?-

/Your not exactly an easy person to watch over Draco, I am recuperating from the enormous drain of your life force. I had to lend you my strenght so you would be able to come to Ginny. Now that she has shared her life force with you I'm pretty much safe for now./ Joel's voice was much deeper then Azrael's.

Draco snorted and looked at Ginny's sleeping figure, -So what is exactly wrong with Ginny, I have a feeling that everything that I have read was a lie. So what is going on? I think I need to know if I'm going to help, you do know that dont you?-

/You'll find out soon enough. For now all you need to do is sleep. Gain your strength. Don't worry, we'll be watching you/

I agree with Joel, when you awaken we will try and tell you what you will need to know to help Ginny.+

Draco sighed, -If you dont I will find a way to bring your downfall.- Draco yawned - I feel like I've been completely drained.-

Yes, you should, but not to worry, you'll feel A LOT better after that little episode. Now I would suggest that the two of you 'disappear' for the rest of the day nd sleep.+

Do you know why she doesn't want to see who I am?-

I've tried… it would be so much better for her to face you, but she fears Draco. She fears fear itself. Maybe she will face you today… maybe it will be tomorrow. I will not tell you.+

/Sleep Draco/

Draco nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

To Be Continued

Peace

Mad