Well…here it is then.
Ginny stood in the entrance hall, tapping her foot impatiently. One glance at her watch confirmed her thoughts. Malfoy was fifteen minutes late.
She sighed and sat down on the steps. She was practically asleep when brisk footsteps alarmed her.
"How was detention?" Malfoy feigned interest.
"Just lovely."
Malfoy smirked and walked past her. "Let's get on with it then." Ginny stood still. "Well come on! I don't have all night."
"Why's that?" Ginny fell into step with him. "Going to be late for practice?" Ginny sniggered.
Malfoy froze. "Who did you tell?" he demanded.
"No one…yet."
"It's going to stay that way." Malfoy advanced on her, causing her to back up two steps and straight into a suit of armor. The helmet clattered off noisily to the ground. "You aren't going to tell a soul about that."
"What's wrong? Isn't it a good thing to be in a band?"
"Not when you're me." Malfoy began walking again.
"Oh that's right, sorry; I had forgotten that you're the king of the world. Never to be messed with. ALL HAIL MALFOY, THE EVILEST FERRET OF THEM ALL!" Ginny yelled as she fell to the floor in mock-respect.
The shouting echoed through every nook and cranny, and it seemed an eternity before there was absolute silence again.
Malfoy waited until Ginny glanced up at him. "Most evil." He walked on.
"So sorry, King Grammar." Ginny muttered.
Malfoy continued ahead of her and began to climb a flight of steps.
"Wouldn't we stay down here if we're patrolling?"
"We would—if we were patrolling. I'm not."
"You don't scare me, Malfoy. I will tell everyone. Harry, Ron, Mum, Dad, McGonagall, Tonks, Lupin, Moody, everyone."
"Just try." Malfoy stared down coldly at her.
Ginny climbed up two more steps so she was staring Malfoy square in the eyes. "Maybe I will."
They stood there, examining each other with challenging stares, for nearly ten minutes when Malfoy turned and continued up the steps.
Ginny followed him silently. Three corridors later Malfoy spun around, causing Ginny to jump back in order not to hit him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Well that's mature. You're not coming with me."
"As if I don't already know where you're headed." Ginny smiled innocently.
Malfoy glared at her for a second, looked at the ground, and back up to Ginny's face with a smirk. "Fine."
Malfoy didn't say another word until they had reached the room where she found them the other night.
He didn't acknowledge her at all, and when the drummer asked what she was doing there, Malfoy simply grinned at him and winked.
Ginny sat up against the wall a few feet to the left of the door. Silence.
The three looked at her. Blaise Zabini snickered. The drummer was grinning madly. A glance to Malfoy showed Ginny that she had over-stayed her welcome, the look in his eyes could only describe revenge and humiliation. Not his humiliation either.
Ginny stood. "It's late. Even Prefects aren't allowed out this late." The three stared at her. "Bye." Ginny shot to the door. No one tried to stop her.
She shook the knob and tried 'alohomora'. Locked tight.
Okay…I'm locked in a room with three crazy Slytherins, all of which older than me…stay calm.
"I had to lock this time. You never know who might happen to fall in…" Malfoy drawled. "Expelliarmus." Ginny's wand flew from her limp hand. She spun around.
"What do you want?"
"What do we want? Why, you're the one who wanted to be here…"
"I'll scream at the top of my lungs." Ginny threatened.
"I'll silence you, magically or physically, however you prefer." Malfoy smirked.
Ginny swung her gaze to the other two boys and back to Malfoy. "I'll…I'll kick you in the shin and run!"
"Run where?"
"You let me out, Malfoy, or I promise you I'll kick you so hard in the family jewels the thought of you reproducing will be simply inconceivable."
Malfoy's smirk grew. "Tell you what, Weasley. You sing for us, I'll let you go."
"Sing? You're joking."
"Malfoy's don't joke." The three replied. It was eerie how all of their voices blended to be one.
"I can't sing."
"Sure you can, I've heard you before." Malfoy countered.
"You heard me when I was all alone and didn't think anyone could hear me. I can't sing in front of people."
"It's okay." The drummer spoke up. "We're not people. We're Slytherins."
"That's a big help." Ginny muttered sarcastically.
"Sing." Malfoy commanded darkly.
Sing? SING! No. No no no no no no no I reFUSE!
"Fine." Ginny sighed and took the microphone Malfoy offered her.
Blaise and the drummer abandoned their instruments and stood leaning against the wall in front of her.
They stared expectantly.
"I need music."
Music blared from all around her. Ginny jumped.
"Oh, uh, this room is somewhat equivalent to Potter's little "Room of Requirements"." Malfoy explained. "Sing."
"Okay…" Ginny breathed to herself. "I need my music for Missing…" Music blasted from everywhere.
Here goes…
Harry Potter woke with a start. A look at the clock showed him it was only 11. The fireplace was warm in front of him. He could hear voices behind him, Ron's and Hermione's, whispering softly.
"We should talk about it." Hermione argued.
"He doesn't want to talk about it!" Ron whispered back.
"But he needs to!"
"I don't need to talk about anything. I'm fine."
Hermione squeaked. "Harry…you're awake."
"Yeah."
Hermione took the seat adjacent from Harry's; Ron took the one across from her.
"Look Harry…Professor Moody wanted us to talk to you."
"He didn't say that."
Hermione kicked Ron.
"You're work has been suffering…"
"And you're Quidditch!" Ron added. Hermione kicked him harder.
"And I know you just want to forget about….that…but it's really not your fault Harry."
"How is it not my fault? I jumped to conclusions and didn't stop to think about things, as per usual, and my godfather wound up dead." Harry stood. "There. We talked."
Harry stalked away, up to the boy's dorms.
Hermione sighed and put her face in her hands and her elbows on her knees. "What are we going to do?"
"Hermione…" Ron sighed. "You're perfect. You can do anything. There's nothing you can't handle…intelligence wise. This isn't something you can just fix. Harry needs to deal with this on his own. All we can do is be supportive. I'm going to bed. 'Night."
Hermione was silent as Ron walked away.
Halfway up the steps Hermione could be heard calling to him: "Were you just smarter than me!"
"Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
Some say I'm crazy for my love, Oh my love
But no bonds can hold me from your side, Oh my love
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me"
Their jaws had dropped long ago, during her first verse. Ginny found it hard not to laugh at the look on Malfoy's face. Blaise and the drummer (whose name Ginny STILL didn't know) were whispering feverishly to each other. At one point Blaise poked Draco and pulled him into the huddle.
"I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
And I can't love you, anymore than I do"
Draco Malfoy pulled away from the others and shook his head furiously. Ginny wondered what they were talking about. The three looked at her again and the drummer said something in Malfoy's ear that made his eyes widen. He looked at the drummer with a mixture of disbelief and admiration. They looked back to her.
"I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on"
Zabini said something else and Malfoy sighed, looked to the ground and nodded.
"And I can't love you, anymore than I do
I will die, but real love is forever."
That wasn't so bad…Ginny thought.
"That…was excellent." Blaise complimented her. Wait…complimented her? "You must join."
"Huh?"
"We're looking for a fourth." The drummer explained.
"You…you want me to join your band?" She looked to Malfoy.
Malfoy sighed and nodded.
Ginny laughed. And laughed. And then laughed some more. She was almost to the point of tears when Malfoy barked at her. "What's so funny!"
"N-nothing…haha…it's just hahahaha…you…haha you in a band alone is laughable…haha…but ME? BAAAHHAHAHAHAHA!"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes and the next thing Ginny knew she was standing outside in the hallway alone.
"Pshh…they wish." She rolled her eyes and headed to the Gryffindor Common Room. She suddenly felt tired. Being in the presence of Malfoy for more than two minutes did that to her.
Well…review then…I know I rushed the idea a bit too fast, but there's a different idea besides that so I just had to get to the point.
Lyrics: Thank you to the genius of Amy Lee! Even In Death belongs completely to Evanescence. If you haven't heard it I highly recommend you download it or buy every Evanescence CD on the face of the planet
