Angel of Music
By
Sannikex
Chapter Sixteen
Snow
A/N: Hi! This is the long awaited update! I am sooo sorry for the delay but everything seems to happen right now, schoolwork, my birthday (yes, I turned 15 the 15th of March, finally!) and family dinners and whatever but now it's finally here. Just so you know I had not the slightest idea what to write in this chapter so it's mostly an explaining and a lot of thoughts here. But don't worry; I see drama in the closest chapters.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Angrily Ginny wiped away the tears that would not stop falling and walked faster. Her breath was ragged and came in white puffs of smoke. The snow crunched under her feet and gleamed in the moonlight. She had thought he was changed, that he was not a Malfoy, that he was her Angel.
"Hearing is believing, music is deceiving. Dare you trust the Music of the Night…" She scolded herself and her weak heart. "I'm a Gryffindor of course I dared to trust him. And I have to wear my heart on my sleeves so anyone can break it!"
Not seeing where she walked for the tears in her eyes she tripped over a root hidden in the snow. She fell straight on her face down in the snow and her sobs increased. Everything felt hopeless, she was deceived by the boy she was in love with, she had lost one of her best friends because he thought the she had cheated on him and what made her feel really bad was that in her mind she actually had. She hadn't done anything with Draco but how could she prevent her dreams? Upon that Chanté he had pointed out that she didn't sing as well as before. Her brother avoided her and many Gryffindors ignored her.
Cold was seeping into her clothes and the snow stung her bare face. She heard steps but did not feel like moving, she could lie here for eternity. No one would hurt her she would be all alone...
The steps were coming closer and stopped near her right hand. Still not making any movements except for breathing Ginny felt how something heavy and warm was put on her before the steps retreated again. Wearily she lifted her head and looked around. She didn't see anyone but she noticed what was put upon her. A cloak.
Rising reluctantly to sitting position she examined it closer. It was by far the most beautiful and well-made cloak Ginny had ever seen. In her family they had always purchased the standard wool cloaks and passed them on to the next sibling, which meant for Ginny's part the most worn and always overlarge winter garment was hers since she was the youngest of seven children. But this one was made of a material she had never seen; it was light and thick and had a distinct smell. Not that it smelt bad, you just could scent that it was that kind of fabric. It was lined with fur, silver fox fur. It had to be hard to find a more expensive cloak anywhere. As she thought it she understood who had covered her with it. And as to confirm her thought the initials D.M were embroidered inside.
In despair and because of loss of words she managed a wholehearted, "Shit!" He acted as a bastard and then did something so considerate, so romantic that she now was feeling her anger just float out of her mind. No! Her mind screamed, couldn't she remember the monster that hid inside his very soul? His eyes, cold and hard as ice hovered before her, but it was not his face that completed the image, it was Lucius Malfoy's.
She pictured Draco as he had stood in the mirror frame; his eyes guarded but not cold, braced but not hostile. Not when they looked at her. The way they looked at her, as there was no one else in the room, like she was all that mattered.
Draping the cloak around her she lie back again and watched the stars, how they twinkled...they became a pair of silver eyes, merrily shining. Draco's eyes...That were the last Ginny saw before she fell asleep.
A shadow crept out of the dark forest and cast a spell on the sleeping girl. The moonlight glittered in his hair.
Draco had never in his life felt like this. But since he started to get to know Ginny Weasley nothing was like it used to be. A lonely girl who enjoyed music had met a lonely boy who enjoyed music. That was all they had been. Companions not friends, then friends and now? Nothing.
It scared him out of his mind but he wanted to apologize to her. He really couldn't see why she was protecting Potter; he was obviously as dense as he looked. Must be some weird Gryffindor, friends, thing.
Earlier that night he had seen Ginny walk out of the castle and followed her. She had fell and when she didn't rise he had started to run until he saw her relaxed face. She was actually resting, poorly dressed in the snow. He had given her his cloak so she could rest more comfortably. He didn't know why he had, he just did it. Then he had hid in the shadows of the forest. Ginny had been sleepy enough to not notice the footprints. She had fallen asleep with his cloak wrapped around her. Another one of those tender feelings he seemed to get constantly around Ginny kicked in and he wanted nothing more than lay down beside her in the snow, only to be closer.
Restraining himself he had cast a longlasting-warming spell on her so she wouldn't freeze to death (she was truly mad who had drifted off in this weather) he left her very reluctantly. Just to be sure he left three protecting charms and an extra warming spell. Now he was sitting in his common room watching the lonely black spot that was the sleeping Ginny Weasley. He had left his cloak with her even if she wouldn't need it. She would probably burn it in the morning but it felt like he had some sort of protection on her if she had the cloth. Shaking his head as if to make the silly thoughts that made no sense away he shifted his uncomfortable position in the windowsill and then stilled again.
He still wondered what made Ginny Weasley so special. Sure she was pretty but he had dated far more beautiful witches than her. She was a Gryffindor and a Weasley. He should hate her. But she could smile and make a whole room light up. She could sing so he felt like he needed nothing else in the world than her. She could look at him so he lost his breath. No one had ever done that to him before and he wanted to know why it was she. Was it because she was his first and only friend? Was this maybe only the feeling friends had for each other? He couldn't know, could he?
But something deep inside him that his father had not killed totally whispered that this was not a feeling between friends. It was the tiny bit of a heart that still remained in Draco Malfoy. A slumbering part of his body, or rather mind that the gentle redhead had awoken. Draco didn't understand this and spent the night watching over that nothing happened to the black spot in the snow, angry with himself for doing so, and still, amazingly relaxed and content just sitting in an uncomfortable position to watch her.
A/N2: Yes, I know that was crap, I absolutely hated it. But it is finished and I can move on. Don't hesitate to tell me what you thought about it!
SourJellyBeans56: Quite mad, eh?...Alright...Oh, I think he'll come around but he's bloody stubborn. Glad to hear what you thought, keep it up!
Selina Feng: Glad to hear it! He (Harry) is sort of very mean in this story but it's because he is REALLY pissed off. I'll see what I can do about Draco's empty inside and Ginny's senses!
Fox of the Nova: There had to be some action my friend explained to me so I put some in! That's why. Nods. I'll see what I can do about that too...Looks like I'm going to have a busy week...
Blondegolfer.opps.sorry: More is coming, hopefully faster than this one!
Breanna Senese: Well, he was taken by surprise and Draco is strong ;) As usual it's nice to find your reviews!
Jessica: He is a good guy but he's really angry. You think? Glad to hear that!
Perfectsomething Today there is a chapter 16! Weee! Hope you enjoyed!
Lady de la Moon: No need to cry! I'm five days early! Gee for me!
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