Chapter 10: Thinking Of You
Author's Notes: Amazingly enough I actually started writing this right after I published chapter 8! And don't worry, it's not the end yet! At the end I'm going to have a brief "timeline," basically the Sparks Notes version of Broken in case you forgot or need a bit of...help, rofl. And I hope you like this chapter. I love this song!
Ps: I seem to notice I'm loving the Ginny-and-Draco-arguing thing. Odd, I know, but it's...I don't know. I still think that Draco/Ginny wouldn't be perfect, and it's been pretty good for a while now. Don't worry, it'll get better ;D
Pps; I listened to "Sleeps with Butterflies" on repeat while writing this, and it made it seem so romantic, LOL! I was literally sighing at the end of this.
You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy
- Tori Amos, "Sleeps With Butterflies"
Okay, that was not the reply I thought I would hear. And I'm not going to pretend that that didn't hurt me. But, I can't just start drama. That would be hypocritical. I won't cry over Draco, for god's sakes.
I take a deep breath and walk in after him, finding he's already battling with the lock of the door.
"Damn-fucking-it!" he muttered, shaking the lock angerily.
"The key might be helpful," I say coldly and sarcastically, pushing him out of the way and unlocking the door with the key. The room we enter, however, is not the one Draco took me to when he saved me. It's as if...we've entered some other world. The room is stone-covered; the walls, floors, and ceilings are all dungeon like and dirty. I take a look around and see...
"Shit!" I whisper, looking at the skeletons that are chained to the wall. "Your father was a monster."
"This isn't my father's," he says dryly, studying the door. "We're..in another house."
What? Another house?
"What
now?" he says, crossing his arms.
"I don't know. They
never told me."
Draco looks outraged. "You do realize we're following orders from your dead relatives, right? You could be having dreams! You could have been cursed by Voldemort and this is all a ploy to get us right to him!"
Now
it's my turn to look outraged. "So you think I'm crazy, for real
this time, right? You think I'm having dreams about my relatives and
then I'm stupid enough to follow dreams? I've had dreams before, and
this was nothing like a dream."
"You could be cursed by
Voldemort!"
"I KNOW WHAT BEING CURSED FEELS LIKE, OKAY?"
I growl, voice rising. "I'VE KNOWN WHAT IT'S FELT LIKE TO DO
THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO DO, TO HURT PEOPLE WITHOUT EVEN REALIZING
IT, TO WRITE YOUR OWN DEATH NOTE ON A WALL. THIS IS NOTHING LIKE
IT."
He's quiet, so I continue. "You know, you don't
even have to be here. My mum told me to get you to open the door,
about it being my desting. She didn't continue about you going
with me. So why don't you do us both a favor and go back to your rich
little mansion, and you can pretend that I never even came here."
"With pleasure," he drawls, slamming the door behind him.
As soon as he leaves, I take one look at the skeleton and shriek, running through the door across from me.
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This mansion is the creepiest ever. The paintings watch me when I walk, and, realizing anyone could see me, I take out my wand and mutter, "Envisile," causing me to be see-through. Thanks, Fred, George, I think to myself. Fred and George were the ones who practically taught me that spell.
The hallway I'm walking down seems to go forever, and I don't know when it's going to end, until it turns. Turning without thinking, I run right into a knight in shining armor.
Literally.
I scream, then bite my tounge. I fall back, the knight falling on me. OW!
A rather large man comes out, looking at the mess. "Who's there?" he calls, and I shut my eyes tight, as if by doing so he won't check. I open them to see him go inside, and I step up quickly and run after him.
He goes in a room with... this is a kitchen! He's eating breakfast with five other...'large'...men sloppily, chicken and grease dripping onto his shirt. Gross. Who eats chicken for breakfast?
God...the food looks so good...
Okay, Ginny, focus. Mum didn't tell you to come here just to drool at food...Though it does look very good...FOCUS! Okay, No, ignore the food...but damn, this was stupid! He closed the door behind him, I can't open it and leave now, can I? God, that was dumb!
I look around the room. Yep, it's just a kitchen. Damnit. I sit on the floor, watching the five fatso's eat, until I see one of the men's arms.
Holy crap. The dark mark!
I'm in a room. With Death Eaters. FIVE OF THEM. If I do anything - anything - to blow my cover, I'm dead. Really.
The door opens and 3 boys around my age, maybe a little older, come in. They look so familiar...
"Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, what are you doing in here?" One man growls, and two boys flinch.
"We were hungry too," Zabini states coldly, not frightened a bit.
"We're busy here. You'll just have to wait."
"No,
we're hungry."
"YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT!" He
shouts, standing up, ready to slap Zabini. He backs away, touching my
knee.
CRAP.
He turns around and looks right into my eyes. I'm invisible. He can't see me. He can't.
Though it looks oddly like he can.
He turns around and looks at the five men before grabbing Crabbe and Goyle's arms. I get up, realizing they're leaving, and sprint out the door and follow them. They're walking outside, and I know I came in this house for a reason. There's a purpouse. Like my mum said, it's my destiny to be in this house. So why can't I find anything!
I think back to everything Bill and Mum told me. Come, use the key, go with Draco, open the door...sunlight, moonlight, darkness death... okay well, it's sunny now...maybe...Ugh, I have no clue! Okay, okay, okay. Concentrate.
...I got nothing.
Wait. Maybe I wasn't supposed to go into the house...maybe I was supposed to go into the room! Damn my fear of dead bodies!
Sighing, I turn around and start walking in the direction I came from.
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I am hopelessly lost.
Really. I thought it would be simple; turn around, go back where you came from, find the clues... But no. I've passed the same damn broken suit of armor five times already.
I give up!
If Draco was here, he would have told me to begin with to remember something specific about the room, so we could find a way out. He would have told me not to give up, to keep trying to find what I'm doing here. He would have told me "watch out" before I tripped over that stupid knight in shining armor. He would have told me not to follow the fat man.
This is so dumb. I can't believe I'm lost and I'm thinking of Draco!
The problem is...I'm nearly always thinking of Draco, and, as he said this morning, he doesn't have any feelings for me. It's pointless, just like all the other crushes I've had before. Harry, Draco, it's all the same. I always decide to fall in love with the boys who don't care a bit for me.
...Did I just say I'm in love with Draco?
Oh, God.
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I continue walking when I pass one of the fat men who I saw eating chicken. ...He looks as if...no, he can't...
"HEY, GIRL!"
CRAP! He can see me!
I run, him chasing on my tail. Ahh, think, Gin! Where do I run to? I run, swerving, hoping to lose him...and I find...
IM IN THE ROOM! I CAN LEAVE!
I run to the door that connects to Malfoy Manor and twist the doorknob, but it doesn't work
"Damnit!" I cry. I hear the man's footsteps increasing, and I know he's going to be here any minute.
"And you never thought to knock?"
I start slamming on the door with all my heart, and I hear the man's presence in the room.
"Who're you! Get out of my house!" I turn around and he's looking for something to throw at me. Damnit, Draco, where are you!
"DRACO!" I call, slamming, kicking, knocking, anything. I take my wand and say "Alohamora," but it doesn't work. Damniiittt! "DRACO, PLEASE, HELP!"
The man seems to have found something, and he increases towards me, holding the object threateningly. Damnit! "DRACO!"
I shut my eyes, ready for the hit, but find the door has opened and two strong arms have thrown me inside and shut the door behind me.
Draco takes a deep breath. "Shit, are you okay?"
"Oh, God... thank-you...Oh, god..." I collapse into his chest, breathing heavily. He does nothing but pat my hair a bit. We leave quickly before the walls start making advances on us.
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We walk to the kitchen, and I feel so let down. My mum, my brother...they probably were just dreams. Maybe Draco was right. Maybe I just imagined it. Maybe I'm just supposed to spend my life like normal people, not getting help from so-called angels. In all truth, why would I believe in angels now, after everyone died? It's not like they helped me a bit. All it's done is get me in fights with Draco, hurt, scared, lost, nearly killed...
"You okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
I shake my head no, tears falling. He stops and looks at me. "Hey, what's wrong?" he says, voice sounding the gentlest it has all day. I look down at my feet.
"I'm so sick of it...I'm so sick of it all..." is all I can muster to say. I lift up my hand to wipe away a dumb, stupid tear, but he gently grabs it and puts it down at my side. He then puts his two hands under my chin, forcing me to look up, and in a secret way, to talk. "I... you're right. My mum and Bill weren't talking to me. I was having silly dreams..." he nods, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "And... I... hate fighting with you... The whole time I was alone in there I...couldn't stop thinking of..." My words melt on my lips, for soon he kisses me sweetly, thumbs massaging my cheeks. My arms find their way around Draco's neck and I put my hands on the back of his head.
The sweet kiss soon becomes more heated, but still equally as innocent. Soon, Draco breaks away slowly, looking me in the eye, repeating in a low voice what he said the other night. "What have you done to me?"
"Draco, I..."
"Let's eat breakfast, you must be hungry." I nod and we walk together to the kitchen, arms brushing awkwardly until he grips my hand.
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"I think I need to go back to that room I was in before," I say after chewing some stale Cheeri-o's that were in the cabinet. He looks at me oddly, but nods.
"I'll come with you."
I look up quickly, studying his face. "Are you sure?" He nods, and I smile into my bowl of cereal.
"I was worried about you," he says quietly, in a barely audible whisper. It isn't long until my lips find his again.
Author's note: I know that was short but considering I wrote it right after writing chapter 8, and I'm posting it right after without getting two reviews (I got one. pfft!), I think it's okay. I hope you enjoyed it. On with the Spark Notes:
- Family dies, all except father, who is very injured.
- Gin leaves school, lives with father in hospital room.
- Father dies, Ginny goes to Fudge, he tells her she'll be living with the Malfoys.
- Cuts hair, goes 'goth.'
- Trashes Lucius' room.
- Sees that wall has another meaning
- DracoGin work on wall together; in many different laungauges
- Narcissa missing
- Narcissa dies
- PANCAKE FIGHT!
- Go back to room
- Hear 3 voices; Mira killed
- Draco Ginny sleep on streets, Ginny Sick, he mutters "what have you done to me?" (insert 'awww' here)
- Kiss!
- Go to the Burrow, she sees Bill
- Look for key
- Finds a letter from mother
- Finds key
- Go to the Manor
- "Why am I surrounded by liquids?"
- FIGHT!
- Ginny leaves, finds that Freyja (her cat) is dead.
- Buries Freyja in garden, gets stuck out in the rain
- Draco lets her in
- Ginny is scared of the thunder and lightening so she sleeps in Draco's room.
- "Who said I cared?" (Ouch, burnt)
- Ginny Very upset
And then you have what happened in this chapter. Please RR!
