Chapter 9: You Say That Now

Author's Note: Dude... I just totally embarrased myself. I was singing along to Hilary Duff's "Someone's watching over me," with my door closed, and my dad and mom start clapping..RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR! They heard me! (Blushing a shade of scarlet Ron would be proud of)


Disclaimer: The plot bunny Mine. The characters Not mine.

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PPS: You know what I hate! I was reading this fanfic, and I was on chapter 12 of 12, and it ended with a cliffhanger. UNFORTUNATLY, it was updated last in 2003, SO I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! UGHHH! (Trashing room)

PPPS: You know what I hate more then that? When the sides of your fingernails get all...ouchy, and peelish, and it hurts SO MUCh but it's bugging you because it's half off and half on, so you try pulling it off, but then it gets all stingy and it hurts like hell. I hate it, and Im going through it, so if I put Gin through hell...you know why.

I wake up in bed surrounded by... orange juice, lemonade, milk, water, soda, apple juice, grape juice, prune juice, soy milk...?

"Draco? Why am I surrounded by liquids?"

"I...didn't know which one you liked, so I got them all."

Doesn't he sound like a four year old? AWWW! I smile and thank him, then look at the wall again. It's now in full english, and...wow.

Forever ruled by Voldemort, in his power, and every lasting body in the family or that becomes married to or dates shall become a Death Eater. Any child born in marriage or of wedlock will be therefore destined to become a death eater. 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.

"I think I know how my mum died," Draco says quietly, and I have the feeling this is the first time he's called his mother "mum."

"You think...she dissagreed with Voldemort?"
"Yeah, I mean, that would explain it, wouldn't it? Voldemort at our house, killing Mira...she probably dissagreed with everything, just like how she disagreed with...'father'...and Voldemort came to make sure that I was on his side."

I suddenly got silent. "Are...you?"

Draco didn't say anything, and I felt tears spring to my eyes. He couldn't be on Voldemort' side!

"I'm not, Gin... But I don't think I have a choice. If it's either our lives, or be on his side..."

"I'd die before going to the side that killed my parents," I spit, suddenly angered.

"Yeah, well, that's the 'brave and loyal Gryff spirit,' isn't it?" He sneers back. "Slytherins live on what works at the moment, whatever will get them higher in the game."

I couldn't say anything but "I Guess that's what's different between us, then."

Brilliant.

"I don't think I can stay here any longer," I whisper, getting out of bed.

"I don't think you should."
"I don't care what you think," I answer coldly in a quiet, hurt voice. I begin gathering my belongings, never looking him in the eye.

"Where are you going?" he asks, following me out of the room.

"First, I'm going to find Freyja, then I'm going home," I say curtly, dragging my suitcase down the suddenly lonely and dark corridor. I turn back around to see if Draco is still watching me, but find that he has closed the door behind me, leaving me alone.

Lovely.

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I give up.

I really do.

My nose is runny, my eyes are red and puffy, I'm depressed as ever, and I can't find Freyja. I walk around in circles, practically, looking for some room that I haven't been in yet, and just when I actually am going to give up, I view something black on the ground.

My heart gets caught in my throat, and I put my hand over my mouth. No... No...

I walk close to her, and...Oh, my god.

She's not moving. Her head is bloody, and she looks as if she's been stunned terribly. She's...no. She can't be.

I let the tears fall freely over Freyja's limp body. Why me?

Why always me?

There's some girl there who has a family of 8, a cat, and probably a way-hot boyfriend.

And then there's me, the only one left of her family, her only pet and companion dead, and the only boy she likes hates her.

There's no way I can go back home.

I swear, if I go home, I'll kill myself. I won't survive. And I can't stay here, not after the fight with Draco.

And I can't live out on the streets because, as we've seen, I don't exactly do well with streets plus wind.

So, I'm the most pathetic excuse for a runaway there is. There's no place I can go.

Carrying Freyja, I walk outside to the Malfoy's garden and...well, to be completely honest, start destroying the property. I dig Freyja a grave, then place her gently in the soft earth.

A loving friend, a voice in the dark... Freyja was always the voice that kept me sane, I thought to myself, saying her euology. God's gained a new angel... If animals are angels.

Putting the dirt over her, I pat it down gently, hoping no one will notice. I look around and decide this is where I'll hide out; it wasn't like Draco came here all the time, right? He won't care, will he?

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I'm in a light but dark room...which is odd. I sit on a ...flower? and suddenly...my mum is here. My breath hitches and I run up to her, hugging her deeply. She, however, does not look pleased.

"Ginny, darling, I've missed you so much... Honey listen, I don't have a lot of time. You have to go back to D...ra...co," she says hurridly. "You need to go with him into that room and open the door. It's your destiny. If you don't..."

"...Don't even say it, mummy," I whisper, running into her arms.
"If you don't, you'll be like us, and that's all I can say."

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I wake up with a start, not even realizing I was asleep. It was so...real. And, crap, now I can't leave, or even live here in the garden. I have to...go back.

I start to walk by the door, but... it's..locked? Someone...locked it? What the...freak?

Is this fair!

WHY. ME.

Almost immediatly, lightening lights up the dark night sky, and rain begins to fall.

Did I mention lightening and thunder freaks me out?

And that I HATE rain!

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Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams

Let it wash away my sanity

'Cause I wanna feel the thunder, I wanna scream

Let the rain fall down, I'm coming clean...

(A/n; haha, I couldn't resist)

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My hating-of-rain obsession started when I was six. It was a summer day, much like this one, and me and the family were on vacation in Italy. It was beautiful, and we were almost ready to go do one of those boat ride things, you know? Well, my whole family was in the boat, and I was about to step in, but as soon as my foot hit the wood, there was thunder, then seconds later, rain was pouring down. My whole family blamed me the whole trip for "ruining Italy."

DAMN RAIN! I HATE IT! DAMN THUNDER! STUPID LIGHTENING!

...Cue the thunder and lightening.

DAMN IT! That still scares the crap out of me! You'd think I was three, not seventeen! God!

STUPID! RAIN!

Woah, it's a hard rain too. The droplets are huge, and they land on the leaves hardly, then run off and die in the soil.

I look up to the windows; I can see mine! IF...ONLY...I...COULD... Okay, there's no use trying, it's way too high.

I give up. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll freeze to death!

"DO YOU HATE ME?" I scream, looking up at the sky. "DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL MYSELF? I CAN DO THAT, IF YOU WANT!"

And how does God reply, you ask?

Thunder.

LIGHTENING.

I jump, as always, and scream out of pure frustration.

Thanks.

Thanks a whole frickin' lot.

There has to be a way I could get inside. Maybe if I break in...No! Draco could sue me!

Suddenly, I see a dark figure walk by. I scream, and I see it's Draco. He's...wearing no shirt, and ... boxers? Oh, wow... FOCUS, GINNY! He opens the door and smirks at me.

"Thank god, I thought I was going to freeze to death!"

He shakes his head. "How long have you been out there?"

"I dunno...since I left you, I guess."

"And you never thought to knock?"

I'm dumbfounded.

Am I stupid, or what?

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He "lets" me get into my room which, surprisingly, he hasn't trashed. He leaves me and my stuff and goes into his own room. I change into a black tanktop and black shorts with silver stars on them and snuggle into bed.

THUNDER!

LIGHTENING!

"Fuck," I whisper, shaken out of my slumber. I try going to sleep again, but the rain keeps me up, not allowing me to even close my eyes.

It's now that I do the unthinkable.

I walk to Draco's room.

I tap on his door and, when I get no answer, quietly open it.

"Draco? ...Draco? ..Draaaaco? DRACO!"

"WHAT! Fuck, what do you want, Weasley?" ...He's back to calling me Weasley?

"I...can't sleep," I mutter, feeling completely childish.

I can feel him smirk, even though I can't see him. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

"I, uh, was wondering if I could, uh, sleep in...here."

He's silent, then I hear him shifting. "Come on before I change my mind," he grumbles. I smile and slide into bed next to him, not even thinking about how truly appaled I should be.

"Thank you, Draco," I whisper, falling asleep. He grows stiff as a board and just grunts. I smirk and resist the urge to kiss him on the cheek.

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I wake up and stretch, but my hand hits...something...

OHMYGOD! DRACO! DID HE...

Oh, right, I slept with him.

WAIT, WHAT!

No, no I didn't. I wouldn't. I wouldn't! ...Would I?

I check my clothes; no, I'm fully clothed... ...OH RIGHT! It was raining...

A blush creeps down my cheeks and I start to get up, but Draco turns over and puts his arms around me, head snuggling into my hair. What the... Not that I mind.

I mean, I do.

I do mind.

Alot.

I'm, uh, very...mindful?

"Um, Draco...? Draaaaco... DRACO!"

"FUCK! WHAT? WEASLEY? WHAT...? Oh...wait...we didn't...?"
I smirk. "No, Malfoy, I wouldn't do that if my life depended on it."
And he smirks right back. "You say that now."

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He leaves to let me change and I do, changing into a black tee-shirt with a silver moon in the center; black jeans. I open the door and he's leaning against it.

"Back into our black phase, I see," he says, walking with me to the kitchen.

"Back to calling me Weasley?"
He stops, looking at me. "Oh, I ...didn't realize."
"Yeah, whatever. Listen, Draco, I don't think we should eat breakfast. We need to go straight to that ...tunnelish room. We need to find the door, go to the room and...other stuff. Or, um, I die."

Draco smirks slightly. "That's uplifting," he says, but nods nevertheless. We turn the other way and start walking towards the room. "Whatever happened to the blasted ca-"
"She died," I answer shortly, not looking into his eyes.
"Oh, I'm...sorry, Gin." I nod and continue looking straight. We get to the doorway, but before going in, I take a deep breath. This really hurts to say.

"Listen, Draco. I don't know what's going to happen in there, but I do know it's going to be dangerous. I think we have to put our past behind us...all the times we fought, all the hurtful things we said, all the people who died... And... we have to forget that kiss. We have to pretend like we mean nothing to each other, we can't let feelings get in the way of completing the mission."

He's quiet, and his eyes look glassy before boring into mine. "Who said I had any feelings?" he questions coldly, walking into the room.

Author's Note; Hope you enjoyed it! I think it was okay, but I'm tired, and I'll be having another chapter in the next few days. Umm... what else to say. Oh, I got my first flame for my oneshot, Such A Prat, so go read chapter one for the story and then chapter 2 for my response to the flame. It's kinda funny.

Thanks to all the reviewers, don't forget to review now! Love ya!

- Elizabeth


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