A.N: Sorry it took so long for an update... I was on vacation last week for the entire week (and half the week before) and now have been trying to catch up on homework.
Draco Malfoy sat near the dark lake. He tossed in a smooth stone and it broke the calmness, casting ripples into every direction. Why did she plague his thoughts? Why? Damn that Ginny Weasley. "Damn her to hell." He breathed darkly. Draco truly did not wish for Ginny Weasley to go to Hell but at the moment... He was sick of her. She was beautiful yet she began to make Draco doubt one of his oldest friend. His friend he had knew long before school started. They had been childhood chums.
Now she wrecked that. She ruined it with accusing Blaise to be a 'freak'. Why would Blaise stalk her? What did he want out of it? True enough her blood was pure, but her life was mixed and dirtied. She could freely talk to muggles that had no belief in magic, no belief in the power that could be possessed. She could openly talk to mudbloods. Mudbloods that thought they were pure blood.
Why was he thinking about her? Why was he thinking about Blaise sneaking up behind Ginny? The fear in her chocolate eyes? Her silky soft red hair... Shaking the thoughts from his head, Draco peered into the lake. Into the dark depth. Why would she not leave his thoughts alone? That hag.
"Hello, Draco dear. What do you need?"
Draco looked over his shoulder to see the blonde Pansy Parkinson standing behind him. She put her fingers through her hair, gazing across the lake. Her eyes fell back down to him. "You look like a wreck, Draco. I suggest you should get a good rest. Maybe a sleeping draught over the weekend?"
"No." He said this suddenly. The idea was appealing yet he didn't want to be asleep for the whole weekend, leaving Blaise to do as he pleased. Why was Draco suspicious of his friend?
"Oh, Okay..." She sat down beside him and pulled her knees to her chest, watching him carefully, "What's the problem?"
"I needed to ask you something... about Blaise."
"You're his closest friend. You should know."
"Well... it's about you being his girlfriend."
"Ex." She corrected him quickly, "Ex-girlfriend."
"Right... When you two were dating... Did he do anything strange?"
Pansy's eyes flickered to the lake then back to him questioningly, "Why do you want to know? It's all in the past."
"So there was something strange." Seeing that she looked away from him, her mouth tightly closed Draco let out a soft sigh, "Please, Pansy. It's important."
"Fine." She said with a roll of her eyes. "If you must know, for whatever reason, he was strange. He always wanted to be around me, he'd always buy me things. It was nice at first... Then annoying. I never had my own space. It was like I couldn't breathe."
"That's all?"
"I told Blaise I needed some room and... he had a temper tantrum."
Draco stared at her, "'Temper tantrum' as in... what? Like what little kids do?"
"Scream, cry, kick their feet, pound their fists on the floor?"
"Yes."
"He screamed at me, looked like he was going to cry, kicked random objects around the room..."
Draco could stop now. He could stop and not have to find out the rest. He wanted to. But he also wanted to know about Blaise, so he ventured forth "And the pounding on the floor?"
She scoffed. "On me." Pansy mumbled.
"WHAT?" He demanded suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he stared at his hands.
"Gave me a few smacks, hits and-" She stopped Draco from standing up, "Please don't tell him I told you. Don't even bring the matter up. If you do I swear I will kill you."
He stared at her, "He'd beat on you! Why didn't you tell me!"
"I didn't want you to over-react-"
"Over-react?"
She closed her eyes, "You wouldn't been able to handle it Draco... Besides that was months ago. It's all in the past...Maybe he's changed." Pansy let go of his shoulders as she looked back to the lake.
Draco sank back down to the ground as he looked at the lake. Rain was beginning to sprinkle.
"Promise me you won't mention a word..." She said softly but Draco's gaze was still on the lake, silently. "Promise me..."
He sighed and his blue-silver eyes looked back to his friend, "I promise."
They sat together, silently, avoiding each other's eyes. Draco closed his eyes as thoughts ran through his head. Draco had seen Pansy one early morning, before she had a chance to put on make-up. There was a bruise on her face. Pansy had made up some lie about it, but it happened more times after that. Why he couldn't piece things together he didn't know. Maybe it was because he didn't want to know the truth. Like Pansy said, he'd probably wouldn't be able to handle it.
Is that what Blaise now meant to do to Ginny? No matter how much Draco could deny it, it now seemed clear that Blaise was obsessed with Ginny Weasley. He'd mutter her name at night in his sleep. In potion's class one day, he had seen 'GW' carved into his lower arm.
Draco looked up to the gray sky. If Blaise could easily cut his arm, putting someone's initials in it... What could he do to someone else if he was in a fit of anger? Maybe this anger would be caused by being denied a date. Had Blaise always been this way? He had seemed normal enough...
What did Blaise want with Ginny?
So while Draco Malfoy tried to organize his thoughts and questions, and maybe think of answers, his dear friend Blaise was also busy. He had just decided that he would not be able to live his life without Ginny Weasley in it with him.
And he'd do anything to have her to hold.