The Gypsy In Me

Chapter 4: Doubts

LunarianPrincess

Ginny receives a precious bundle that has been passed through her family from generation to generation. Now that she is the possessor what will the mystifying bundle hold for her? Draco is given a mystifying gift by his mother, what will the enigmatic case hold for him. When they finally open them, it sets the ball rolling to bring true love to their doors.

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Draco followed the odd calling he felt, wondering how he could follow this impulse and not feel threatened. Just through the trees he saw a flickering flame. He thought that maybe Hagrid or a student had started a bonfire. Whatever he thought, he knew without a doubt that it was his destination. His quiet feet carried him through the last stretch of brush and he halted at the perimeter of the clearing. His astonished eyes took in the enchanting vision before him.

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Now….

His eyes quickly adjusted to the encroaching dusk aided by the roaring fire encased in stones. Weaving sinuously around the fire was the most beautiful girl Draco had ever seen. Her scarlet hair fanned about her as she undulated to a beat that seemed to beat a tattoo in his blood. Her body was abundant and moved with a fluidity that seemed ethereal. The clothes she was wearing seemed to fit the style in which he was garbed, and he knew without a doubt that this was the other presence in his mind.

He strolled towards her, a silent presence. She noticed him not, continuing with her sensuous dance around the fire. He came up behind her soundlessly and grabbed her before she turned to face him. He heard her catch her breath but she never faltered in her movements, continuing to rock against him. He placed his palm against her abdomen and joined her dance.

The tempo built in his veins and they broke apart, dancing to the primitive beat even apart. He looked at her flushed, rapturous face and saw that her eyes were a deep, alluring emerald. She opened her crimson lips and a tune he recognized as an ancient Celtic chant came from between her lush crimson lips.

Mar is istigh sa sícé amháin a tharlíonn míorúlti an cheana, an mhaithiúnachais is an ghrá… (It is only in the soul that the miracles take place of love, forgiveness and grace..)

Her entrancing voice weaved a potent spell around the two of them. The rhythmic words and driving beat fit this moment perfectly. Though he didn't know what it meant he thought the speech and rhythm blended perfectly with the tattoo already beating in his blood. When it came to a halt they faced each other breathless. Her face as well as his was hidden by a half-mask. Her eyes glittered and her cheeks were flushed. They stared at each other wordlessly.

Her eyes alighted on the odd birthmark on his chest, by his left collarbone. Her fingers stretched out and ran lightly over the mark that matched the runes that adorned her clothes. He glanced down and noticed that her embroidery matched the odd birthmark he had had since birth. His eyes flew to her throat, and there under her left collarbone was a Celtic rune that matched the embroidery on his clothing. He instantly vowed to find out what that rune meant.

"Good evening," the lilting voice caught him by surprise.

"Hello," he responded. They stood motionless in the twilight, the only sound their heavy breathing. Suddenly the beat in his blood changed, now it wasn't driving but fading, slowing and becoming subdued. He instantly knew that his experience with this temptress was coming to an end. The beat which pumped through his veins was very familiar though, it was a beat he had heard often when his mother had taught him how to dance. Without thinking he grabbed the girl's hand and tugged her forward. He moved fluidly through the dance, the girl trying to keep up with him in the complicated moves of the tango.

As they drew to a halt they stared at each other. He bent down and brushed his lips across her silken cheek. An owl hooted in the distance shattering the seductive silence that had weaved its way around them. Draco's head turned towards the eerie cry and he was chagrined to not that when he turned back the girl had slipped away. He saw the edge of her skirt slip into the foliage just beyond his reach. He cursed under his breath at the fact that she got away from him. He spun quickly when he heard a masculine chuckle behind him. Turning he found nothing to indicate that there had ever been anyone behind him.

The sun had sunk beneath the trees and now all that lit his way out of the forest was the fire. He began his trek with very little enthusiasm and all the way out his thoughts were occupied with the entrancing stranger in the forest. He suddenly began thinking about the mysterious and fiery woman and her seeming magical appearance in this place, because he could not remember such a beautiful woman ever being in the halls of Hogwarts, though it is true that he rarely cared enough to pay attention there. And wasn't there a faerie curse on this forest that ensured that lost young men encounter a siren-like women who would lure them away from his responsibilities and family. Then again her beauty had been so flawless it almost seemed divine, perhaps she was the local patron goddess of the gypsy forest. But how was she a part of his mind, instantly he thought of an old story his mother used to tell him when he was very young, about how gods or goddess could play with mortals minds, or the faeries playing with human emotions. As soon as he stepped out of the forest and onto the lawn in front of the castle the fire went out and he was encased in darkness before his eyes adjusted to the light cast by the torches on the castle wall. The light of civilization cast the thoughts of faeries and goddesses from his mind.

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Ginny breathed deeply, clutching the tree she had sagged against not far from the clearing she had just fled. She peered from behind her leafy haven, staring at the handsome man who stood their confusedly. She saw him say something under his breath before he walked away with a ponderous expression. Ginny stared with trepidation at the darkness of the forest after dusk. She had been out here before but for some reason she felt naked and exposed.

She lifted her skirts and walked carefully back into the clearing, there in the middle of it, near the extinguished fire glinted a stone rune. She didn't know what it meant but the small loop at the top and sparkling material clearly indicated that it was some sort of pendant or charm. She reached out hesitantly and grabbed it, surprisingly it was warm to the touch not cool as stone or metal should be. She glanced up sharply when she thought she heard a giggle. She peered around in the darkness, finding nothing, before abandoning her search and walking quickly away from the fey and mysterious glen.

She began thinking about the icy prince she had just met. He had been so handsome and so refined. She had no idea where he had come from, but she was glad he had come for she had been dreaming all her life of meeting someone like him. she had once thought she had met the perfect prince in her life, Harry, but that had turned out to be an illusion born of hero worship. This man was different though, she felt it in her very being, and he was hers. Ginny suddenly worried about the manifestation, maybe he wasn't truly real. She brushed her fingers across her cheek absently, where the man had kissed her. There was no way that man wasn't real, his lips were warm and silky and the shivers they sent through her could not be ignored.

She glanced up in surprise when she noted that she had arrived at Hagrid's cottage. She hurried past quietly, praying that her brother and his friends were not in attendance. She crept by the door and hurried up the slope to the castle, once she stood in the front hall she took a deep breath, grateful as yet that no one had noticed her. She kept to the shadows and flung her invisibility cloak over herself, cursing her absent memory for forgetting she could use this to sneak back into her room.

She waited silently outside the common room for someone to come back and let her in. Finally her best friend, Amanda, walked up and said the password, the portrait swung open and Ginny followed Mandy closely. The petite brunette walked quickly up the girls stairs and Ginny followed. Mandy walked into her room, which was across the hall from Ginny's own. Ginny crept to the door and knocked, a voice called through the door that it was open. Ginny barely cracked the door before telling mandy to meet her in her room in a minute. Mandy yelled the affirmative and Ginny closed the door again. she rushed into her own room and flung the invisibility cloak in the chest before turning to the door and waiting for her friend to arrive.

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I know that was short and kind of boring, but I'm just trying to get the story moving along… any ideas would be welcomed. What did you think?

N: thank you for your criticism I had thought it didn't fit but a girl read it and said it was fine so I posted it, but I agree with you, hopefully you think this is more appropriate, please review some more I appreciate your honesty.