Tortured Souls
Chapter 7: Closing the Gap
Ginny walked into the Gryffindor common room half tired and half mad.
'How could he be so evil? The nerve of that little slime ball.' She thought to herself picturing a certain Slytherin's smirking face. 'Sometimes I just wish I could-' She sighed.
She was too tired to think of insults, but she decided to stay down in the common room and sit in front of the fireplace before going up to her room.
She stared into the burning flames as they licked the wood and danced as she sat on the comfy scarlet couch closest to the fire. The amber colour reflected in her eyes as the fire mesmerized her. The warm heat that was coming from it was soothing and made her feel comfortable.
Her mind was so tired. It felt like she was on an emotional roller coaster, whatever a roller coaster was.
'What did I do to deserve this? I've been nothing but good and yet my life is hell. Harry just now decides to notice me, Ron is being a prat and he has totally changed from when we were younger. Hermione is a bitch on her own and I just can't take the way my family ignores my presents.' She was on the brink of tears but she was trying to hold them back. Sometimes she wished she had that diary.
' No I wont cry. I can't cry. But to make it worse Malfoy just happens to decide to pick on me. Well I must say he has great timing.' 'And a great body' the voice in her head added. 'Yes and tha- no he doesn't.' 'Yes he does and you know it.' The voice argued back. 'Ew. Malfoy will never be appealing to me. Never in a million years. Never…' Boy, if she only knew how wrong she was.
She sat there for a while longer until her eyes started to slowly close and she started slipping into a peaceful sleep.
Ginny's Dream-She was lying in a cold dark dungeon with cold water surrounding her limp body. She couldn't feel anything because she was numb. The life in her body was slowly draining out of her, as she was getting weaker and weaker.
Then she heard a voice and she knew exactly who it was. She thought he was coming to save her. Like her Knight in shining armour, but little did she know he was the one doing this to her.
She tried to scream at him to help her, but nothing came out. All he did was laugh, a cold, shrilling laugher. She wanted to cry, but what she didn't know that she was already doing so. Then he spoke.
"My dear Ginevra." He said as he kneeled beside her and caressed her cold, pale cheek.
" You foolish girl." He spat as he got up.
" I never loved you. I could never love a blood-traitor. You were just a puppet in my plan. A little naïve puppet. You thought you were being smart by trying to throw the diary away didn't you? Well you were. See…" he started to explain, walking around her weakening body.
" …You played the card that landed that very clever diary into the hands of the person I was trying to seek. How naïve he was, and gullible at that. So, here you lay while I get stronger with your power, awaiting the moment for my guest to arrive."
Then he knelt down beside her and started to play with her fiery red hair, twisting it in between his long fingers with the water from it dripping down his hand. She then tried to scream but like the last time nothing came out. Her tears were now pouring freely down her face and in to water surrounding her body.
" Now, my puppet, only you and I will know what really happened in this chamber. Only we will know how the famous Harry Potter died." He said with a sinister smile on his face. Then he did something that Ginny never thought he would do again. He kissed her.
It was nothing like the first time. That time he kissed her with passion and love. This time it was out of hunger and she felt like she was going to be sick. He broke the kiss and then whispered in her ear for the last time.
" Goodbye Ginevra. You were a good whore." And everything went black.
End-
Ginny awoke with a start. Her heart was racing and there were sweat beads forming on her forehead. She didn't even know where she was and that scared her. The fireplace had gone out and the room was dark and cold. She began to panic. She looked for her wand and found it in her jean pocket.
"Lumos." She whispered and the tip of her wand lit up.
She sighed. 'I must have fallen asleep here.' She thought as she got up from the chair and walk to the girls staircase. When she reached to her dorm room she opened to door slow enough so that none of her roommates would be able to hear her as she came in.
"Nox," She said, just above a whisper and the light at the tip of her wand went out.
Ginny set her wand on her bedside table and then dress into her nightgown. As she climbed into bed she decided that she wasn't going to go back to sleep. She lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts went back to her dream, or should I say nightmare.
She would never forget what Tom did to her. Surely after 5 years one would think that the memories would become a bit hazy, but no. Not for Ginny. She could remember everything he said, everything she felt, every last detail of it. Until things when black, that is.
She stared at the ceiling for hours it seemed and never once did she grow tired. Just as the sun started to come up she decide to go outside until breakfast. She quickly got up and took a shower. She dressed in faded jeans, which fit skin tight, and a black t-shirt.
As early as it was, there was hardly anyone up. All the corridors were empty and quiet. To Ginny this was perfect. She never liked all the noise and all the people around. She preferred the silence.
As she stepped outside, the rays of sunlight hit her face and caressed it. The warmth was good enough to be called a spring day, even thought it was the beginning of fall. She made her way down to the lake and stopped at the beech tree where she sometimes liked to sit and read.
She sat down at the root of the tree and hugged her knees while watching out into the lake. The light breeze created small ripples in the water while the giant squid was creating splashes with his tentacles. The breeze swept around her, causing her to shiver slightly.
'Look at what he has done to me. I used to love him. Even more than I did Harry. And now? Now he haunts my dreams. He's in my head, toying with me, like a constant reminder. He took my purity and showed no remorse. He drove me to do things unimaginable. Things that I didn't even know that I did. He scarred me. He hurt me. He is slowly killing me and I need help-'
"What do we have here? The littlest weasel I see." A taunting voice spoke from behind her.
" What do you want ferret boy?" Ginny said in a voice dripping with hate, and didn't even turn to meet his eyes.
" I do want something but it has nothing to do with you." 'Yes it does' ' Shut up' He said in his mind.
" Well, then why are you here?" she said as she turned around to face him.
'Wow. Look at his eyes. I've never seen anything like them. Harry's eyes aren't even close to his. It's like there is a storm going on in them.'
" Well I believe that I can go anywhere that I please. Just because you're here doesn't mean that someone else can't be." He simply stated and took a couple steps closer to where Ginny was sitting.
" Anyone can be here while I am, just not you." she replied harshly and turned back to face the lake.
" Ouch, that really hurt Weasley. Not being wanted to share company with the likes of you really hurts my feelings." He said, and walked past Ginny and closer to the lake.
" Well then why are you still here if you would rather not be in the company of a Weasley? Not saying that you should stay, of course." She added
" Didn't I already say that I wanted to be out here? Even if it had to be here with you." He spat and emphasized the word you
" Damn! Don't you get the bloody hint Malfoy? I don't want you here! I don't even want to talk to you! So just leave-me-the-fuck-alone!" Ginny yelled while getting up.
" What the hell is your problem?' He yelled back at Ginny, startling her a bit.
"You and your damn Weasley temper wont shut the hell up for at least 2 seconds, then maybe you would realize that I don't want to talk to you either! I couldn't care less about you! What do you think you're the only one with problems? I sure as hell hope not because you would be wrong!"
When he finished yelling and quieted down, Ginny just stood there in shock. She didn't know whether to yell at him, curse him or…never mind.
Draco stood there a little surprised with himself. All that was sitting on his chest waiting to get out and Ginny just happened to set it off.
'Damn does she look good when she angry.' He thought to himself. Her hair was set in a ponytail with pieces of falling into her warm brown eyes. Her cheeks were flushed from their argument and the jeans she was wearing showed off her legs. As for her top, it hugged her curves, which were in all the right places. Damn, did he want her.
Ginny could have sworn that Draco was checking her out. 'Of course he wouldn't be, I'm a Weasley. A blood-traitor. I'm nothing but a whore.' She thought remembering what Tom had said to her that night.
Then suddenly her mind when back to Draco's eyes, and how his hair fell into them, and how his pale cheeks were tinged pink from all his yelling. She then looked at his clothes, much like the ones he was wearing yesterday but he was wearing a black shirt instead of a sweater. And what with the shirt and the way it fit she could see his muscles, which looked like he had washboard abs. 'I think I'm going to faint.' She thought as Draco took a step towards her. His eyes locked on her, watching her every movement.
He wasn't even sure what he was doing. She was like a magnet. He took another step forward and was starting to get closer to her. With every step he took the gap between them got smaller and smaller until his body was right against hers.
Ginny's breath caught in her throat and she struggled just to keep her knees from giving away. He was really close, far to close, so much that she could hear his steady heart beat and she could smell him. He smelt like peppermint. She was scared to look into his eyes so she concentrated on the top button of his shirt.
Draco noticed that she wasn't meeting his eyes. He was thankful for that because he wouldn't have been able to do what he did next. He leaned in a bit more closer, lifted her chin to face him and closed the gap between them with a soft kiss.