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Authors Note- Agh, sorry that update took so long! I just had an overload of homework and stuff, and I'm working on my FictionPress story (read it if u wanna read something cool) and Tears of Fire and Ice with my friend and I'm just a procrastinator :)
Chapter Two (finally, damnit)
Ginny stared at him, the surprise settling in, looking into those so familiar, icy gray eyes. He just looked at her too, but he showed no emotion, not even the slightest amazement at this coincidence.
"Malfoy?" she gasped. Then she remembered that he had his wand out and she shrieked away and leapt away. "What the hell are you doing here? Get out!"
He just smirked; that wry, chilling smirk that she knew so well. "Ah, Weasley, you can't be so cruel. We're old acquaintances. Shouldn't we catch up?" She stared at him. What the hell was his problem? What was he talking about?
"No! No, I don't want to catch up, I just know that you need to get out of my house, and Will's coming home soon so I wouldn't be here too long if I were you-"
He laughed cruelly. "Oh no, Weasley, he won't be home soon at all. You see, he's working on the other side of London. Yes, he can apparate momentarily, but you must understand that's he's busy. He can't take time out of his busy schedule of saving worthless people for his little wife."
She shuddered as he strode forward, his wand out again, pointing it at her face. "You wouldn't kill me!" she shouted. He shrugged.
"Maybe you're right, maybe you're just lying to yourself, giving yourself imaginary confidence. But maybe I will. Not now, don't worry, and anyways, I don't have a reason to." He stopped for a moment and his eyes glimmered with a light that looked slightly like insanity to Ginny. "If I had a reason to, though, I wouldn't hesitate." He had the power, and he knew it. She didn't have her wand.
She glared defiantly at him. Suddenly, outside, they heard a bang and shouts. And then she grinned; now she had the upper hand. The Aurors were outside, they would certainly come looking for him. He turned and stared out the window, too, eyes wide. That was her moment. Impulsively, she reached out and grabbed the wand out of his fingers, whipping it around and pointing it at him.
"Apparate, Malfoy, they're coming," she hissed, grinning like a maniac. He whirled around and lunged for her, but she laughed and danced up the stairs. "Oh come now, don't tell me you don't have another escape plan?" she cackled, racing up into a room, slamming the door behind her. But he was strong; he slammed into the door and it cracked off its shingles. Ginny screamed and leapt away as it crashed to the floor.
"You're my escape plan." Her eyes widened with terror as he raced for her again, lunging for his wand, but she whirled around, holding it close. "Give it to me, damnit!" he yelled into her ear. She didn't flinch, determined to be strong.
Suddenly, she heard the door downstairs slam open and shouts inside. They both stopped, listening, and she turned around, looking at him directly in his eyes. And suddenly, he melted. She couldn't take it. How handsome he was; he was still cold, distant, but she felt herself get completely lost in his arms that were currently wrapped fiercely around her, fighting for the wand.
Perhaps he felt the same; she didn't know. "Hide me," he whispered, and without thinking, she nodded, racing out of his loosened arms and to the closet. Downstairs, someone was calling for the owner of the house. She rushed out and thrust something into his arms. It was chilly, liquid-like fabric; an Invisibility Cloak.
He threw it over his head and backed into a corner, and she rushed out the doorway, stopping in the hallway and turning around. Whipping out Malfoy's wand, she said a spell he couldn't hear and the door sprang back into its original position. He couldn't see, but she turned and ran downstairs.
Indeed, he was secretly aching inside. Just seeing her had brought back such a rush of emotions he wanted to just kill her husband and take her for his own. And she was so beautiful, he thought painfully, crouched in the corner, invisible. She had changed, but the years had treated her so kindly it was as though she had grown younger. Her hair was longer, her skin looked softer, her chocolate-like eyes glittered even brighter. She had wit; that was obvious, she hadn't lost her touch. And she had grown stronger. It seemed as though no longer would she run into his arms for support and shelter, she was independent, though she was married.
Married. She was married. Ah, what a burden marriage was! It was like chains, pulling someone back to a wall where they could not escape. And I should know, he thought bitterly, squinting his eyes in his anger. Yet she seemed so happy, as she talked of her husband as though she was positive that he was going to come home for her. She was so naive, it was true; he could tell that she thought her life was going to be painless, simple. Oh, she didn't know what pain was.
The door swung open and Ginny rushed in, shutting it behind her, breathing hard.
"Good thing I lied, Malfoy," she said flatly, looking around the room for him. He let the Cloak fall off himself and he tossed it onto the bed.
"Ginny Weasley lied for me? I'm flattered," he said, smirking. She smiled, her lips quavering. "You seem so faithful."
She smiled. "Why, thank you for noticing, Malfoy, I am. I doubt that you would ever be to your wife, but-"
"Weasley, you narrow-minded fool!" he shouted suddenly. She shut her mouth, staring at him.
"Excuse me?"
"You are not faithful in the slightest! Look at you, you had a wand in your hand and yet you didn't drive me from your house! You just hid me while Aurors, which your husband happens to be, came looking for me. You are not the slightest bit faithful; and yes, I know you're thinking of having affairs with people- perhaps you're faithful like that. But otherwise, Weasley, I would be ashamed to have you as a wife. What if you were to freely let Aurors wander through our house?" he cried.
She felt tears threaten to spill down her cheeks as she realized the reality of what he was saying. It was true; she had hid him. She had lied to the Aurors while she was downstairs. She had been a terribly unfaithful wife..
"Why don't you-why don't you just go?" she choked, pointing at the door. He smirked again and she hated him even more.
"I would, Ginny, but I want to talk with you first. We haven't seen each other in years..." he said, trailing off at the end. She glared at him.
"I'm glad."
"No you're not, and you know it. Now tell me, who's the lucky man?" he asked with a wry grin.
"Will. Will Johnson, and I told you that already."
He nodded slowly. "Johnson...I remember him, was he the prat who you went to the Yule Ball with that year?"
Her glare hardened. "Yes, that's him, and he's a wonderful husband, I'll have you know! He's kind and generous and doesn't expect kids right away-" she said, swallowing back tears. Draco suddenly sighed; a rather lonely sigh, and walked towards her again. She didn't flinch or move away, and inwardly, Draco felt a surge of triumph.
"And what's your job?"
"I own a bookstore, I think you knew that," she murmured. He nodded, shrugging.
"That's true, I did know that. But clearly, that's not your only job."
She looked up at him. "What? Yes it is!"
He shook his head. "No, don't deny it. I know the truth. I am one of the stronger, more loyal Death Eaters, Ginny, and I have a few people who spy for me. You don't know who they are, and I'll never tell you. But I know you work for the Ministry."
Her eyes widened with fright. "No, that's not true! I don't know where you got that, Malfoy-"
"Damnit, Ginny, shut up! Don't try to lie to me, you're an Unspeakable!" he yelled, and she winced, shaking her head. "Yes, yes you are, I know it. You work for your halfwit brother Percy who somehow got to be Minister, through some act of bribery or something, for he's not fit to govern over the world of magic," he sated sourly.
"Percy's fine at his job, he's responsible!" she yelled. His eyes flashed again.
"And you would know because you work for him! I know the job of an Unspeakable, I know one myself. I know who you work for and where you work and even some of what you do. Of course, the stupid man said he's not allowed to tell me exactly what your particular job is, but I'll root the information out of him eventually."
"Fine!" she suddenly screamed. "Fine, I am an Unspeakable, good for you! But you'll never get anything out of me! The Ministry is one thing that I'm faithful to."
He smirked. "Clearly, you don't like your marriage, for you don't seem to be all that intent on being faithful to this Will person."
"I do like my marriage!" she cried defiantly.
"I understand completely. I really do," he said mockingly, still smirking. "However, Ginny, I'm not married..." he said slowly, leaning forward. She was against a wall, watching his every move with her watering eyes. But maybe she didn't see this move before he made it.
He leaned forward abruptly and pressed his lips to hers, and strangely, Ginny made no attempt to push him away. She felt the familiar rush of emotions flow through her, and her heart began pumping as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Memories came flooding back as the kiss became rougher, his lips moving across hers skillfully.
But suddenly, she remembered Will. Gasping, she removed her arms from around his neck and shove him away, stumbling sideways. He stared at her, anger flashing in his eyes.
"You might not be married, Malfoy, but I am!" she shrieked.
"Damnit, Weasley, I don't care! Do you actually feel like that when your husband kisses you?" he cried, almost shouting. Ginny burst into tears, a wave of anger and sadness washing over her.
"This is my house, my husband will be home soon, I swear it! Now get out!" she screamed, not answering his question. Storming over, Draco grabbed his wand roughly out of her hand.
"Fine then. I'll be going, I see I've spent out my welcome," he snapped. She was still crying, leaning against the wall, shaking, not looking up at him.
"Yes-go, go, and I never want to see you again! I don't care if we used to have something, you threw it away, and it's your own fault!"
He nodded. "Right. You think that, Weasley. You just think that it's gone. But believe me-this won't be the last you'll be seeing of me. Oh, no, you can count on that. The war is deepening, more people are being killed, and though you might not want to accept it, the Death Eaters are slowly triumphing. So you just go running to your little Auror husband, looking for protection, but it won't come," he spat. She didn't look at him.
"The time will come when you turn to me, Weasley. And who knows? Betrayal to your husband might not be your only worry." And with that, he pointed his wand at himself, muttered the spell and was gone.
She stared blankly at the spot where he was standing, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. It was true, everything he had said was true. The Dark was closing in, Will might not be able to give all the protection she needed.
Shuddering, she made her way over to the bed and sat down for support. He had kissed her, and she couldn't deny that she had liked it. Of course she liked it, they used to have a relationship that she never wanted to end! But it certainly was his fault that it was over.
Well, he's gone, she reminded himself. But she couldn't be so sure. What exactly would he do to worm his way into the Ministry? She knew it would involve her, that was obvious, but she just hoped that she wouldn't be blamed for too much. But Malfoy was rough and he didn't play fair; she just hoped she came out alive.
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Authors Note- Hope you liked that. Again, my apologies for taking so long on the update. Hey, this chapter was five pages! Be happy! Leave a review, please. ~Clare
Authors Note- Agh, sorry that update took so long! I just had an overload of homework and stuff, and I'm working on my FictionPress story (read it if u wanna read something cool) and Tears of Fire and Ice with my friend and I'm just a procrastinator :)
Chapter Two (finally, damnit)
Ginny stared at him, the surprise settling in, looking into those so familiar, icy gray eyes. He just looked at her too, but he showed no emotion, not even the slightest amazement at this coincidence.
"Malfoy?" she gasped. Then she remembered that he had his wand out and she shrieked away and leapt away. "What the hell are you doing here? Get out!"
He just smirked; that wry, chilling smirk that she knew so well. "Ah, Weasley, you can't be so cruel. We're old acquaintances. Shouldn't we catch up?" She stared at him. What the hell was his problem? What was he talking about?
"No! No, I don't want to catch up, I just know that you need to get out of my house, and Will's coming home soon so I wouldn't be here too long if I were you-"
He laughed cruelly. "Oh no, Weasley, he won't be home soon at all. You see, he's working on the other side of London. Yes, he can apparate momentarily, but you must understand that's he's busy. He can't take time out of his busy schedule of saving worthless people for his little wife."
She shuddered as he strode forward, his wand out again, pointing it at her face. "You wouldn't kill me!" she shouted. He shrugged.
"Maybe you're right, maybe you're just lying to yourself, giving yourself imaginary confidence. But maybe I will. Not now, don't worry, and anyways, I don't have a reason to." He stopped for a moment and his eyes glimmered with a light that looked slightly like insanity to Ginny. "If I had a reason to, though, I wouldn't hesitate." He had the power, and he knew it. She didn't have her wand.
She glared defiantly at him. Suddenly, outside, they heard a bang and shouts. And then she grinned; now she had the upper hand. The Aurors were outside, they would certainly come looking for him. He turned and stared out the window, too, eyes wide. That was her moment. Impulsively, she reached out and grabbed the wand out of his fingers, whipping it around and pointing it at him.
"Apparate, Malfoy, they're coming," she hissed, grinning like a maniac. He whirled around and lunged for her, but she laughed and danced up the stairs. "Oh come now, don't tell me you don't have another escape plan?" she cackled, racing up into a room, slamming the door behind her. But he was strong; he slammed into the door and it cracked off its shingles. Ginny screamed and leapt away as it crashed to the floor.
"You're my escape plan." Her eyes widened with terror as he raced for her again, lunging for his wand, but she whirled around, holding it close. "Give it to me, damnit!" he yelled into her ear. She didn't flinch, determined to be strong.
Suddenly, she heard the door downstairs slam open and shouts inside. They both stopped, listening, and she turned around, looking at him directly in his eyes. And suddenly, he melted. She couldn't take it. How handsome he was; he was still cold, distant, but she felt herself get completely lost in his arms that were currently wrapped fiercely around her, fighting for the wand.
Perhaps he felt the same; she didn't know. "Hide me," he whispered, and without thinking, she nodded, racing out of his loosened arms and to the closet. Downstairs, someone was calling for the owner of the house. She rushed out and thrust something into his arms. It was chilly, liquid-like fabric; an Invisibility Cloak.
He threw it over his head and backed into a corner, and she rushed out the doorway, stopping in the hallway and turning around. Whipping out Malfoy's wand, she said a spell he couldn't hear and the door sprang back into its original position. He couldn't see, but she turned and ran downstairs.
Indeed, he was secretly aching inside. Just seeing her had brought back such a rush of emotions he wanted to just kill her husband and take her for his own. And she was so beautiful, he thought painfully, crouched in the corner, invisible. She had changed, but the years had treated her so kindly it was as though she had grown younger. Her hair was longer, her skin looked softer, her chocolate-like eyes glittered even brighter. She had wit; that was obvious, she hadn't lost her touch. And she had grown stronger. It seemed as though no longer would she run into his arms for support and shelter, she was independent, though she was married.
Married. She was married. Ah, what a burden marriage was! It was like chains, pulling someone back to a wall where they could not escape. And I should know, he thought bitterly, squinting his eyes in his anger. Yet she seemed so happy, as she talked of her husband as though she was positive that he was going to come home for her. She was so naive, it was true; he could tell that she thought her life was going to be painless, simple. Oh, she didn't know what pain was.
The door swung open and Ginny rushed in, shutting it behind her, breathing hard.
"Good thing I lied, Malfoy," she said flatly, looking around the room for him. He let the Cloak fall off himself and he tossed it onto the bed.
"Ginny Weasley lied for me? I'm flattered," he said, smirking. She smiled, her lips quavering. "You seem so faithful."
She smiled. "Why, thank you for noticing, Malfoy, I am. I doubt that you would ever be to your wife, but-"
"Weasley, you narrow-minded fool!" he shouted suddenly. She shut her mouth, staring at him.
"Excuse me?"
"You are not faithful in the slightest! Look at you, you had a wand in your hand and yet you didn't drive me from your house! You just hid me while Aurors, which your husband happens to be, came looking for me. You are not the slightest bit faithful; and yes, I know you're thinking of having affairs with people- perhaps you're faithful like that. But otherwise, Weasley, I would be ashamed to have you as a wife. What if you were to freely let Aurors wander through our house?" he cried.
She felt tears threaten to spill down her cheeks as she realized the reality of what he was saying. It was true; she had hid him. She had lied to the Aurors while she was downstairs. She had been a terribly unfaithful wife..
"Why don't you-why don't you just go?" she choked, pointing at the door. He smirked again and she hated him even more.
"I would, Ginny, but I want to talk with you first. We haven't seen each other in years..." he said, trailing off at the end. She glared at him.
"I'm glad."
"No you're not, and you know it. Now tell me, who's the lucky man?" he asked with a wry grin.
"Will. Will Johnson, and I told you that already."
He nodded slowly. "Johnson...I remember him, was he the prat who you went to the Yule Ball with that year?"
Her glare hardened. "Yes, that's him, and he's a wonderful husband, I'll have you know! He's kind and generous and doesn't expect kids right away-" she said, swallowing back tears. Draco suddenly sighed; a rather lonely sigh, and walked towards her again. She didn't flinch or move away, and inwardly, Draco felt a surge of triumph.
"And what's your job?"
"I own a bookstore, I think you knew that," she murmured. He nodded, shrugging.
"That's true, I did know that. But clearly, that's not your only job."
She looked up at him. "What? Yes it is!"
He shook his head. "No, don't deny it. I know the truth. I am one of the stronger, more loyal Death Eaters, Ginny, and I have a few people who spy for me. You don't know who they are, and I'll never tell you. But I know you work for the Ministry."
Her eyes widened with fright. "No, that's not true! I don't know where you got that, Malfoy-"
"Damnit, Ginny, shut up! Don't try to lie to me, you're an Unspeakable!" he yelled, and she winced, shaking her head. "Yes, yes you are, I know it. You work for your halfwit brother Percy who somehow got to be Minister, through some act of bribery or something, for he's not fit to govern over the world of magic," he sated sourly.
"Percy's fine at his job, he's responsible!" she yelled. His eyes flashed again.
"And you would know because you work for him! I know the job of an Unspeakable, I know one myself. I know who you work for and where you work and even some of what you do. Of course, the stupid man said he's not allowed to tell me exactly what your particular job is, but I'll root the information out of him eventually."
"Fine!" she suddenly screamed. "Fine, I am an Unspeakable, good for you! But you'll never get anything out of me! The Ministry is one thing that I'm faithful to."
He smirked. "Clearly, you don't like your marriage, for you don't seem to be all that intent on being faithful to this Will person."
"I do like my marriage!" she cried defiantly.
"I understand completely. I really do," he said mockingly, still smirking. "However, Ginny, I'm not married..." he said slowly, leaning forward. She was against a wall, watching his every move with her watering eyes. But maybe she didn't see this move before he made it.
He leaned forward abruptly and pressed his lips to hers, and strangely, Ginny made no attempt to push him away. She felt the familiar rush of emotions flow through her, and her heart began pumping as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Memories came flooding back as the kiss became rougher, his lips moving across hers skillfully.
But suddenly, she remembered Will. Gasping, she removed her arms from around his neck and shove him away, stumbling sideways. He stared at her, anger flashing in his eyes.
"You might not be married, Malfoy, but I am!" she shrieked.
"Damnit, Weasley, I don't care! Do you actually feel like that when your husband kisses you?" he cried, almost shouting. Ginny burst into tears, a wave of anger and sadness washing over her.
"This is my house, my husband will be home soon, I swear it! Now get out!" she screamed, not answering his question. Storming over, Draco grabbed his wand roughly out of her hand.
"Fine then. I'll be going, I see I've spent out my welcome," he snapped. She was still crying, leaning against the wall, shaking, not looking up at him.
"Yes-go, go, and I never want to see you again! I don't care if we used to have something, you threw it away, and it's your own fault!"
He nodded. "Right. You think that, Weasley. You just think that it's gone. But believe me-this won't be the last you'll be seeing of me. Oh, no, you can count on that. The war is deepening, more people are being killed, and though you might not want to accept it, the Death Eaters are slowly triumphing. So you just go running to your little Auror husband, looking for protection, but it won't come," he spat. She didn't look at him.
"The time will come when you turn to me, Weasley. And who knows? Betrayal to your husband might not be your only worry." And with that, he pointed his wand at himself, muttered the spell and was gone.
She stared blankly at the spot where he was standing, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. It was true, everything he had said was true. The Dark was closing in, Will might not be able to give all the protection she needed.
Shuddering, she made her way over to the bed and sat down for support. He had kissed her, and she couldn't deny that she had liked it. Of course she liked it, they used to have a relationship that she never wanted to end! But it certainly was his fault that it was over.
Well, he's gone, she reminded himself. But she couldn't be so sure. What exactly would he do to worm his way into the Ministry? She knew it would involve her, that was obvious, but she just hoped that she wouldn't be blamed for too much. But Malfoy was rough and he didn't play fair; she just hoped she came out alive.
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Authors Note- Hope you liked that. Again, my apologies for taking so long on the update. Hey, this chapter was five pages! Be happy! Leave a review, please. ~Clare