Once caught up with Ginny, Draco apologized. He hadn't really wanted to do this very un-Slytherin action, but remembering what Penny had told him about Ginny, he decided once wouldn't hurt.
"Ginny, I'm sorry if I hurt you." he whispered. ", I never meant to really make you cry like that."
Ginny glared at him. Why would such a snake apologize to flower such as her? She quickly snapped back into trying to not to cry. But, that feeling had suddenly went away as if all she longed for was that one simple word, sorry.
"You're never going to get her. She's too smart and talented for you. And tripping other girls isn't a bonus either," she sobbed.
"I don't expect to get her. But you are talking to me, Draco Malfoy! I can get whom I wish!" he spat quietly, trying to refrain her from crying.
Ginny took Draco's hand, folding her fingers into his. The boy looked stunned, but instead of pulling back, he laced his fingers around hers as well. She glanced at him, forcing a smile on her face.
"I know... I know," Ginny silently informed. She felt so brave yet so little as they neared the dungeon.
Draco, staring at the floor, was the one to notice it first. The puddle of what looked like red paint was growing as a torch blew out down the corridor. He stood there eyeing its texture and thickness.
Ginny grabbed his hand tighter. She was now really frightened and realized a vial wasn't worth crying over. But, this was. She pulled Draco down with her as she crawled over to the puddle. She dipped her finger into it, wincing as the warmth filled her hand. She now knew it wasn't paint.
Her scream echoed the hallway and up to Snape's room; he was probably ignoring it because when Harry told him about the scream, he only gave him extra homework.
Draco pulled her up, holding her crying body. He felt her burry her face into his shoulder. To comfort her, he rubbed her back, still staring at the blood. Down the corridor, he heard one of the doors slam shut. The pressure of Ginny's weeping face lifted off of his arm.
"I'm scared, Draco. Please, let's turn back!" she cried, staring into his face.
"There are too many halls. I forgot which ones we went down," he frowned into her shimmering eyes.
Pulling her close again, Draco walked over the blood. He had picked Ginny up because from the weight of her, she had cried herself into a faint. He brushed back her hair, laying her next to the wall, and carefully placing down her head.
"I'll be back," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
He stood up and started walking down the hall. He glanced back only once to make sure she was ok. He heard footsteps behind him. He jumped around, pulling out his wand. He must have been imagining it because no one was behind him. Suddenly, he could feel himself being pulled into the shadows!
Ginny awoke with a scream. She lay there, sobbing. Where was Draco? She was too frightened to be alone. She scrambled up, remembering hearing Draco in her sleep. The problem was, he was yelling, not talking. Was he ok?
"Draco! Draco, answer me! DRACO!" she screamed. Her voiced bounced off the wall and probably to Dumbledore's office. "This can't be happening! Draco, please, I'm begging you, answer me!"
Draco could hear Ginny's whelps. But, he wasn't able to lift himself. He could feel the same warmth he did when he held Ginny, and this time, it wasn't solid. He could smell the blood running down his chest as she lifted up his upper body. It was painful to move at this point for sticking out of the right side of his chest was a knife. He pulled it out, knowing this wasn't a game anymore than it was a normal day.
Ginny ran towards where Draco had left her. She tripped over a rope and landed in another puddle of blood. She screamed again, this time it only lasted a few seconds...
