Chapter 6: Run

A/N: Thank-you to all my reviewers. You were really sweet. I've decided I WON'T pop the balloon! I actually didn't like the beginning of this chapter, I thought it was a little weak, but after listening to the radio, I got an idea. Hope you enjoy it :D

Thanks to Snow Patrol for the song Run, thanks to Train for "Calling All Angels..." Jet's "Look what you've done," Across the Sky's "Everywhere she Goes." But mostly Snow Patrol's "Run" for obvious reasons.

OMG YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED???? WE GOT TO 22!!!!! AHHH AND I WANTED 20 BY CHAPTER 4/5, AND WE DID IT!!! GO YOU!!! LET'S TRY FOR 40 BY 8/9?

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

- Snow Patrol, "Run"

Okay, that was embarrasing.

Fudge nods, gives us paperwork, we sign, blah blah. Then he leaves on his merry way, leaving me to face my decision.

WHY THE HELL DID I SAY I'D STAY WITH DRACO ALONE?!?!?!?!

I had the prime oppurtunity to go to some stranger's house - some POTENTIALLY NICE stranger's house!!! Hmm, go to a maybe nice person, or stay with Draco, who will be even moodier and ruder then before?

Oh, I picked the obvious, wonderful choice, didn't I?

DAMN HORMONES!!!!!!!!

Draco turns to me. "You could have left, you know. Gone with the Golden Boy or some old woman who lives with twenty cats. Why did you stay here with me?"

That's a good question. "Um. Because your mum just died, and I know how you're feeling. It's alot easier being with someone then being alone...believe me."

"You know nothing of being alone," he mutters coldly, walking out.

...Well that was rude. It's real obvious why I stayed. Sighing, I walk outside into the garden, where butterflies are dancing, birds are chirping; everything is serene. You would not expect to see this at Malfoy Manor. I sit down on a stone bench, just examining the view, when I hear a voice behind me.

"It's nice, right?"

I turn around to see Draco with his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet.

"Um, yes. It's really...nice." I squint into the sun, not knowing what to say, when he speaks.

"Th..anks..."

My head jerks up and I look at him, putting my hand over my forehead to block the blinding sun. "For what?"

"You know... staying. It would have been even lonelier. So, um, yeah. That's it. Dinner's at six."

He began to walk away, when an idea struck me. What was the best way to stay occupied and socialize to make sure Draco didn't kill himself?

"Hey, Malfoy?"

He stops. "Yeah?"

"Wanna find out what the rest of that wall says?"

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"I have no clue what the hell this means," Draco says, pushing the rest of the wall back. "It's all a load of bullshit."

I wipe my brow and stand back to read it. He's right, it's a load of BS. None of it makes sense, other then "Forever ruled by Voldemort, in his power, and every lasting body in the family or that becomes... The Malfoy family shall reign in power, with Voldemort ruling on their side. All who disagree shall be dealt with pain and torture, and in worst cases, death. "

"Um, well, basically...you're in with Voldemort, and if you don't like him, um, you die. Or you're tortured."

Draco smirks that famous smirk. "Wonderful."

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"I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I'm hungry..."

We're half-way through wall number two (which is all in English, yay!) when I decide I am hungry. Well, I am, what do you expect? A girl's gotta eat, right? Pfft. You want me to starve, don't you? I'M THE LAST LIVING WEASLEY ON THIS EARTH, I CAN'T STARVE!

OH, Damn. Now I'm depressed.

"Yeah, me too," Draco says, backing away from the wall. We walk together, (if him ahead of you counts as together) barely looking at each other, to the kitchen. He seats himself all happily and pompously, and so do I.

...And Mira is...?

"Where is that dammned...'order-girl-pretending-to-be-a-house-elf?'" He asks, clearly impatient.

"I...don't know..." I get up and peek into the kitchen, but it's empty, nothing moving.

Oh, great. It's time for Miss Ginny's House of Pancakes, since that's the only thing mum ever told me how to cook.

"You like Pancakes, right?"

"No."

"Good," I smile, stepping into the kitchen. With a flick of my wand, pancake batter appears and I mix.

Dammned hair, all up in my face... If I could only .. wipe ... it ... away... DAMNED BATTER!!! Now I have pancake sticky mix on my face, which makes me look like such a ... 'order-girl-pretending-to-be-a-house-elf.' AHH DAMNIT!!! I SPILLED THE BATTER!!! EVIL. FRICKIN. BATTER!!!! And Draco, you could help me out a bit, you know!! Geeze!!

"Draco, can you like, um, help?" I call, hardly able to see from the batter. The stupid thing is like, gluing my eyes shut. Damnit. This could be used as a weapon!

"Um, like, no."

"Like, um, now?"

"Like, I think I said no?"

"Like, I don't fucking care what you, um, said, because I can't freaking see out of my EYES."

I hear him grumble and come in (I can't exactly see; the batter has now completely shut my eyes. Damn it. He could be raping me for all I know. Well, I would know, but still.)

I expect he's seen me, because he bursts out in laughter.

"Shut up and help me with the damned batter!"

"What the hell do you want me to do?" he asks between laughter.

"Can you wet some paper towel and give it to me?"

"Paper what?"

Oh, HONESTLY! Has the boy been living under a ROCK for centuries? Even Colin knows what a paper towel is! Geeze.

"Just get me a wet hand towel."

"What's the magic word?" He asks. I can tell by his voice that he's smirking.

"Now."

"Nu uh uh, what's the real magic word?"

"Cruci..."

Suddenly I feel the wet hand towel in my hand. Hehe. He's scared of Crucio, even though I don't even know how to do it. But he doesn't need to know that. (Evil smirk.)

I wipe my eyes and now I can see. Draco, however, is still laughing. I must look like a mess, but I've been cooking HIS really late lunch/sort of early dinner.

"Stop laughing and help me!" I plead. This is just getting real old real fast.

"I thought I just did."
I snort. "You call that helping? No, grab that beater and mix the pancake mix." He doesn't move. "Okay, cruci-"

And he picks up the beater (okay, well, after five tries he finally picks the beater. But, in short, he eventually picked up the beater) and starts mixing. I grin to myself; I have soooo much control over him. This could work out in my favor.

"What's that smug look on your face?" he asks. I shrug and sit back. "Hey, you told me to help, not do it all the freak myself!"

I smile. "Did I say that? I could have sworn I said 'help me with the damned batter,' and then you asked me what to do, I told you, and now I'm giving you more. Continue."

Oh, no. He's coming my way with batter in his hand....

MORON!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH HE GOT BATTER ALL OVER ME!! THIS MEANS WAR!!!!

I grab some batter and throw it at him, and soon we're in an all-out batter-fight. I slip, however (because of my damned clumsy feet. And because of the pound of batter that has now been thrown and landed on the floor)...but, Draco catches me in his arms, dipped, and all is silent.

He leans his head in close, as if about to kiss me, but... I blush and look away. Damn shyness!! WHAT WAS THAT?!?! I should have kissed him!!!

"I'm, uh, not hungry anymore...are you?" I ask, still dipped.

"Uh, no..."

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We (still batter-covered), turn the corner, walking back into my room, and we hear muffled voices.

"They said the son and the littlest Weasley is with him, Master."

Oh, shit.

"You mean the only Weasley," another voice replies, chuckling coldly. Damn you!!

"Shut up! Stay on the point. We've already killed that damned 'house elf,' Mira. She wasn't a fucking House Elf, I'm telling you. That was a girl from the Order. I would know, I killed her family last week," a third, colder, stronger voice growls.

Holy. Crap. Mira!!

I look to Draco, who's still listening intently.

"But what does that have to do with anything?" the first voice questions.

"They know things. They're going to find things out. Look at the wall, look at what they already know!"

"But isn't that good?" the second voice asks.

"No, of course it's not good! This'll cause the young Malfoy son to get all rebelious, do something stupid, perhaps join the Order, and that's one less Death Eater we have against the final battle with Potter! They need to be killed, and they need to be killed now."

Oh. My. God.

I hear Draco's distinctive voice, even in the face of fear.

"Run."

Author's Note: I know that was a bit short, but as I'm already working on chapter seven, I think it's okay. Also, I couldn't have pictured ending this chapter another way, and I don't think there's anything I can add. I would write more about what happens when they're in the kitchen, but...I basically wrote everything I wanted to happen. I know it wasn't one of my best, but it wasn't as bad as the last, you know? Anyway.

Thanks again for all your reviews. I seriously was considering cutting the story, and now I really am getting into it. You're all very sweet.

Please review, and like I said, maybe we can get to 40 by chapter 8/9??

Oh, ps! I wrote the final sentence of the final chapter! Rofl, Not sure why, but...I did! And I love it! I would show it, but it would ruin everything. Also, there's alot that needs to happen. As for a final battle, I'm not sure what's going to happen. And as for the wall, don't worry, you will eventually figure out what it means. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review.

-'-L i z z e h . . .