Chapter 7: Silver and Cold
A/N: Quote has nothing to do with the chapter, I just sung it repeatedly while writing, rofl.
Someday you'll find that I have gone
But tommorow may rain so I'll follow the sun
- The Beatles"I'll Follow the Sun"
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We run and run until we can't run anymore. I'm not even sure which direction we're going at all. It doesn't seem to matter. All my mind can focus on is running, running until I can't breathe, which seems to be nearing.
"Draco" I heeve, once we finally have stopped. "I can...hardly...breathe..."
"I...know... We're...in a town...I think..."
I sigh. It's quite cold for summer... Freezing, actually. I don't understand why, but it's freezing. I shiver, and my teeth start to chatter. I notice Draco glance at me, then look away.
"We need to get inside...it's cold..." He says, though he doesn't look as cold as I do. I inwardly smile and follow him into the town.
There are no people, hardly any open buildings. It's abandoned. I sigh; this is wonderful.
"Great. The one town we g-g-get to and it's a g-g-ghost t-town-n..."
Draco sighs, too, and tries pushing one of the boarded-up doors in, trying to break in. When that doesnt work, he whips out his wand and casts some odd spell, breaking the door into tiny pieces. With a smirk my way, we walk inside the dark and cold room.
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It's been an hour, and we're hungry. There's nothing to eat, nothing to even do. It's dark outside and even darker inside; I can hardly see the hand in front of my face. This is making me extra nervous, and I wonder briefly where Freyja is. I hope she's alright.
It's nearly ten pm; I can tell this by doing my math. What, I was bored, what else am I going to do? Every time the sun goes away more, it gets even colder, and I start chattering louder. It's now that I decide to start coughing and wheezing, my whole body shaking with every breath. God, I feel so sick... this isn't fair... why me?
"Hey, G-Gin, you ok-kay" He asks, and I can tell he's looking at me. Aw, he cares...
Aw, he...
...DID HE CALL ME GINNY! OMGHFDASFHAOIFHAOSIHO!OUHG!OGODHGOISAHIOAHSDGIASHTGIOSHAGOIASHOHAOIASBgoBODGIBAOIGBAOSIgA!
"Im...:cough, cough: f..:cough:...ine..." I say painfully. Ow, it really hurts...and so does my head...damnit..."
"Listen, do you want my coat" He asks. I hear him unzipper his sweater.
I take a deep breath before trying to speak again. "No, r-r-really...it's f-f-fine..." He continues unzippering his sweater, however, and wraps them around my arms.
It's quiet, and it gives me time to think things over. Do I like Draco? It could be one of those silly crushes that I've had on about every guy at Hogwart's. ...But I've never felt this way with them. When I'm with him, I think of...well, actually, I don't think. That's the problem. I always thought that when somebody is in love, they think of that person all the time, and random thoughts enter their head, and they can't concentrate. This isn't the case. When I see him, all relevant sentences leave my lips.
Honestly, how can someone not like Draco, especially in this situation? Really. I mean, his sweater is around my arms and he's wearing a tee-shirt. He's only inside because I was cold. He called me Ginny (SQUEEE!) for God's sakes. How can you not slightly have feelings towards him?
After a while of silence, he clears his throat and says"I think you should get some, uh, rest... I'll keep a watch. Don't worry."
I coughed, my sign of, 'okay, thanks,' and laid down. I'm halfway asleep when I go into a coughing fit, and it isn't long until I felt my lungs sore from coughing. I can hardly catch my breath; I don't even notice he is rubbing my back, whispering"Shh...it's ok..." I nearly pass out, but the last thing I hear before drifting off to sleep is the quiet murmur of"What have you done to me"
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I, I came here by day,
but I left here in darkness
and found you, found you on the way.
But now, it is silver and silent.
It is silver and cold.
You in somber resplendence,
I hold...
Your sins into me,
oh, my beautiful one.
Your sins into me.
As a rapturous voice escapes
I will tremble a prayer
and I'll beg for forgiveness.
Your sins into me,
Your sins into me
oh, my beautiful one.
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I wake up and look around. Draco is asleep, my head on his shoulder, his head on mine. I wipe my eyes and it takes me a while to remember where we are. We need a place to stay, we can't sleep in the streets again. I cough, my whole body shaking, and it wakes Draco up. Aw, I'm sorry.
"I'm...sorry..."
He looks at his position, and moves his head away quickly. I blush slightly and cover my mouth, waiting for the cough-attack to pass. Eventually it does, and there is awkward silence again.
"How are you? I mean, your cough...You passed out..."
"Horrible...my lungs feel like it's on fire and..it hurts just talking. I didn't realize how cold it is...It's summer, too. I don't understand."
He shrugs. "We should probably get going...we need a place to stay..."
Then the idea hits me. Yes, it would bring me pain, but it's easier then freezing to death out on the street, isn't it?
"Do you want to...go to my house"
He looks at me carefully. "Are you serious? Wouldn't that...make you...sad"
I nod slowly, and I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. They wouldn't leave the bodies there, would they"Yes, it would, but still... I'd rather be sad then frozen...besides, it might bring back some nice memories...
He nods and we walk to an open pasture, ready to Apparate.
We decide he's going to go first, and...he turns to me, and...
Oh my god...
He kisses me. On the lips. And I don't back away. It's beautiful. He just puts his hands on my cheeks and kisses me. My hands move to his shoulders, and we just stand there, content. Kissing. Oh, wow, you wouldn't believe how happy I feel. It's as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but I don't know why. He breaks away slowly, much to my dislike, and smirks. I'm flushed. Damn him. Backing away, he disapparates, leaving me alone in the pasture.
I take a deep breath and calm myself. I'm going home.
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I arrive in the kitchen of the Burrow. It's shabby, just like they left it. Everything is out, ready to be used. There's half eaten cake. There are unopened presents. The chairs are scattered. My mum's bag is on the table. I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from bursting out in tears. My family is supposed to be here, yelling at me about how I shouldn't bring a Malfoy in the house. They should be here to fuss about me being sick, my mum saying how I should go straight to the emergancy room, Fred and George giving me candies instead of medicine. Ron's supposed to be here, excited about going to Quidditch Camp. My dad is supposed to be here, telling me I'm too young to have a boyfriend. Fred and George are supposed to be making fun of me. Bill is supposed to be checking Draco, making sure he's perfect. Charlie is supposed to be warning Draco that he can feed him to the dragons if he's bad to me. Percy is supposed to be saying in a pompous tone"You weren't head girl? I'm astonished"
I can't hold it in anymore. The tears just pour out, and I slide onto the floor. The floor they walked on. The floor they died on.
Draco walks up to me, worried, but I just cry harder. I mumble something that was supposed to be "um, you can go wash up or something" but it turned out as a shrill cry, followed by more tears. I run up to my room and shut the door, throwing myself on my bed.
It's then I feel the sensation of someone staring at me.
Slowly, I turn my head around, and see a figure in a dark cloak, his hood over his face.
OH MY GOD!
(A/N: Bwahahaha! I know this chapter wasn't too hott, and I know I can do better. This week has been real busy. Tuesday I had extra math help, Wedsnday I had Compassion Connection - a club - and science project, thursday i had Compassion Connection, and then today I had a Mother/Daugher luncheon. I'm so sorry but I hope you enjoyed it!)
(Not An A/N: This Is Maggy, As In "Not The Writer Of This Story". Lizzy Asked me To upload this for her, and I am, but I had to add my own comment (hopefully, she'll never notice ). So Here Goes: OMG GINNY NOOOOOOOOO OMG OMG OMG IS IT A DEATH EATER? OMG WHY? OMG! DON'T YOU DARE GET HURT OR I WILL KILL YOUUUUUUUU! Okay, that's it.
Lots of Love - Maggy May Escritor)
