Chapter sixteen
Crys and Ron had been snogging on Ron's bed for twenty minutes now. They were wearing less and less clothing with each passing minute.
Crys suddenly pulled away.
"Wait." she said, "Are you getting bored?"
"You're bored with me?" Ron looked astonished.
"No, no not you nessesarily, but how. Don't you ever want to be a bit more reckless?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Want to go to your parents room this time?"
"Are you mad?"
"Yes, we've already talked about that." she continued, "They're out of town until tomorrow afternoon and they're room is empty..."
"You want to...?" he was stunned at her.
"You're afraid," she flung herself back onto the bed, "I knew you would be."
"I am not afraid."
"Then you'll do it?"
"Yes." Are you insane, Ron? he thought, No but Crys is.
They slowly crept down the stairs onto the next level of the house. Crys pressed her finger to hers lips as if Ron had no idea he needed to be quiet when sneaking around with his girlfriend at eleven at night, and peeked inside the room. She quickly snapped the door shut.
"You know maybe we shouldn't," she started talking fast, "It is your parents room an we might just feel eternally guilty so we should just go back to your room now." she started pushing him back up the stairs.
"What don't you want me to see?" he pushed past her and opened the door a crack. He peered in and saw Ginny and Harry messing around, to put it lightly. His eyes became wide as he clicked the door shut and walked past Crys up to his bedroom. He sat on his bed in the dark and stared into the corners with an emotionless look that scared Crys on his face. She ran after him and kneeled down on the orange rug at the side of his bed. She placed a hand on either side of his head and forced him to look into her eyes. His looked tireless and empty. She slapped him. It didn't work. He just got up and ran past her out the door and all the way through his house until he was out in the snow. she followed and knelt next to him. They sat in silence for about ten minutes and Ron spoke first.
"Why do you like the snow so much?"
"It just seems magical doesn't it? That probably sounded weird coming from a witch but when I was little it was the best thing in the world. I remember one time I was so excited, it was the first snow of the year. I ran around for an hour, gathering all my winter wear to keep me warm so I could play in the snow. I had just bundled up and my mum swung the door open and all I remember seeing was my precious snow melting into muddy puddles all over the front lawn."
Ron just nodded and stared further into the blinding whiteness.
"Why are they still gone, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley had been worriedly ranting for ten minutes now, "They should have gotten back half an hour ago, something, anything, could have happened to them."
"Molly, they're fine," her husband assured her "Those three are more than capable of taking care of themselves."
"I don't know Arthur."
Ron walked into the room, sneezed, and said, "Are they still gone?"
"Yes!" his mother answered.
"Molly they probably just lost track of time. They'll be home soon." Mr. Weasley repeated for the third time.
Ron sat down at the kitchen table and watched the fireplace, from which the girls should have arrived by at three. He watched it for a while. A long while. His parents joined him. Harry joined him. The twins joined him. No one came home.
Crys, Hermione and Ginny all sat, their hands tied behind their backs, in an old abandoned room in the Malfoy Manor. There was always a guard on the door. Right now it happened to be Narcissa. She glared at the teenagers lying helpless in front of her. Her son entered to take over the watch. They could always have servants watch over them but they trusted no one but family since their cook had betrayed them last fall. Draco took a seat in the arm chair near the door, twirling his wand between his fingers.
"So mudblood," he looked to Crys who glared but didn't speak due to the gag in her mouth, "Don't feel so powerful now do we?"
She grunted through the gag. He flicked his wand and removed it.
"When are we going?" she asked him sweetly, referring to her execution date in front of all of the remaining Death Eaters.
"Tomorrow." he smiled a genuine smile.
"Then may I tell you a secret while the others are sleeping?"
"Do I look like I want to know your secrets?"
"You haven't anything better to do."
"Go ahead." he said boredly.
"You're all I ever wanted."
"What?"
"I've always wanted you, Draco. Ever since the first day I saw you. But that damned hat put me in Griffindor. And I focused on my studies instead. But I still wanted you. Your body is just so," she licked her dry lips, "attractive."
He smiled. No girl had ever acted quite this fast with him before. What could it hurt giving her a last wish? She was dying tomorrow. No one would ever know. He loostened her ropes and the buttons on her shirt. She gulped and swallowed her fears. This is our lives we're talking about, Crys. Suck it up and get it over with.
Two hours later Ginny, Crys and Hermione were standing outside dressed in dark cloaks with the hoods pulled over their faces. They were in the back lot of the Manor and heading towards the woods, where they would use a portkey back to the Burrow.
"I'll see you in school," Crys whispered in Draco's ear before he pulled her to him suddenly, bruising her arms, and kissed her. She did her best to kiss him back as if she meant it. She licked his lips one last time and set off into the forest with her friends.
You are going to get a hell of a beating for this one. Draco thought, But it will be worth it. There's something magical about that girl's hands. He walked back up to find his father with his story of dozing off and waking to find them gone.
The Weasleys and Harry still sat worriedly around the table at one in the morning when they heard a crash upstairs. They all ran at once to find three girls, bruised and starving, crumpled in one big pile at the bottom of the stairs.
