You will never see the sun again, there is no hope for you, Pay the price for that what you have done, now your nightmare's coming true – Loki's Punishment, Wizard
Seconds ticked by as the dark figure stood in silence, surveying all of those around him. "He what?"
The hunched servant before him kept his head bowed, but raised his eyes and lowered them back to the ground quickly a few times, as if indecisive as to what he wanted to do. "He…got away…m'lord," the werewolf stammered once again. "That or his body was moved. For all we know he may be dead," the werewolf chanced a glance upwards and found fury and disgust in the dark wizard's glowing eyes.
Voldemort took a sharp step forward, towards the pitiful excuse for a killer before him, and noted that he cowered back with this action. "If you recall, Greyback," Voldemort swiveled away from the man-wolves and began walking about idly, ", your orders were to kill the spy. He possessed valuable information that wasn't to be leaked out; he was to be silenced swiftly. You disobeyed me."
"We tried m'lord!" Greyback defended himself and his pack futilely. "I was about to rip apart his throat when someone showed up, a wizard, and started firing spells at us! They stunned my entire pack!" Greyback caught the malevolent look his master threw at him and silenced himself immediately.
Voldemort turned to face them again, studying them all minutely, carefully, searching for confirmation to their leader's claims. After a few minutes of building silence and tension, Voldemort took a long, slow stride towards Greyback. The werewolf looked up at the most wanted man in all of England and barely contained a shudder. Their eyes locked for only a brief instant and suddenly, unexpectedly, something close to a smile appeared on the face of the thing that used to be Tom Riddle.
"I think, Greyback, that you had the spy contained for more time than you admit to. I believe that you, being your typical, thick self, decided to have some fun with him before the killing. Am I thinking correctly?" Voldemort gave him a hideous, knowing smile and bent down to Greyback's level. He stared hard, coldly, into the eyes that were usually stone cold and vicious, but now held fear. Still gazing intently into Greyback's eyes, Voldemort continued to question, "am I right, Trelistia? Is that how it was?"
The woman he spoke to, who looked much too young to be amongst Greyback's deadly pack, jumped and gave a slight whimper at her unexpected acknowledgement. Voldemort turned his head slowly from the leader to her.
"Yes, m'lord. We were playing—attacking him, and someone started stunning us," she whimpered again as he moved from Greyback to her, but the anger and mockery vanished from his eyes.
"Good girl…" he stated quietly, his whisper barely audible, as if only meant for himself to hear. "Lucius," he barked the syllable sharply, catching the man's attention twenty feet away, but it was not a yell.
"Master?" the man inquired upon arriving at the Dark Lord's side.
"Lucius, Greyback seems to have a problem with following orders," he turned back to the werewolf, "I told you to kill him quickly," back to Lucius he commanded, "could you take him to your favorite place and set his priorities straight?"
The blonde-haired man sneered in disgust at the half-form before him. "Of course, Master."
The deadly snake above your head, Venom in your veins, the ground of Midgard shaken by, your cries of pain – Loki's Punishment, Wizard
Every day here you come walking, I hold my tongue, I don't do much talking, You say you're happy and you're doin' fine, Well go ahead, baby, I got plenty of time, Sad eyes never lie, Sad eyes never lie – Sad Eyes, Enrique Iglesias
"How did I know you would be out here?" a semi-smug voice rang through the cold November air. "Even if it's nearly freezing."
"Guess I'm just that predictable."
He took a seat next to her, the half-frozen grass crunching beneath him. "I'm sorry it's tearing you up like this," he sighed softly.
Ginny's head automatically cocked to the side, raising her ear to hear him better. His voice had just sounded so…real.
"I'll be fine," she attempted to brush it all off of her, but failed, leaving her with only a pang of guilt as to want to forget about what she did to Lupin so quickly.
"You will," he agreed, ", eventually, but now, you're hurting. I shouldn't have put that in there." His voice was lined with a smidgeon of guilt as well.
It took Ginny a second to realize he was talking about the letter; the guilt had caught her off guard. She shook her head. "You were just doing your job, collecting on your side of the bargain. It was stupid of me to try that anyways…I only managed to muck everything up worse."
Malfoy stared at her intently, his face cleared of any kind of smirk or sneer, replaced by a complete look of passiveness. He reached out slowly, the cold air biting at the flesh he had been hiding under his cloak, and made contact with Ginny's limp hand, first resting his upon it lightly, then taking it in both of his hands and grasping it firmly.
"You're hands are freezing. You don't even have a cloak. You shouldn't be outside," he stated.
Ginny nodded in agreement, but neither of them made any movement intended towards going back inside the castle. Ginny's eyes dropped down to her right hand, which was still held by both of Malfoy's, and back up again, her fiery eyes locking target with the gray eyes that matched the temperature around them. She gazed at him quizzically, cocking her head from side to side in an attempt to figure out what was going on.
"Are…" the single syllable blew away with a strong gust of stinging wind, Ginny silencing herself without hesitation. She closed her eyes and Malfoy observed her cringe up her face as the brutal breeze attacked her unprotected face and ears. After a minute, she decided to speak after all. "Are we friends?" the question was slow, long, and though the three words were only spoken once, they seemed to echo and repeat surreally, growing louder and louder and catching in the wind that swirled around them in a tornado-like circle.
Draco Malfoy sat, contemplating the question and the answer she was waiting for with expectant eyes. After a minute of staring off into nothingness, he began to nod slowly, unsurely, and then turned it into an affirmative gesture. "Yeah, I suppose we are."
"Weird."
A small smile graced Draco's pale face. "I know."
Well for awhile I've been watching you steady, Ain't gonna move 'til you're good and ready, You show up and then you shy away, But I know pretty soon you'll be walkin' this way, Sad eyes never lie, Sad eyes never lie – Sad Eyes, Enrique Iglesias
Hold up, Hold on, don't be scared, you'll never change what's been and gone – Stop Crying Your Heart Out, Oasis
"Are we friends?"
"Yeah, I suppose we are."
"Weird…"
Weird…
Weird.
Why is it weird? Because it's him, that's why…
'Yeah, I suppose we are."
"Weird."
"I know."
"Weird."
"Yeah, I suppose we are."
"Yeah"
"I suppose"
"Suppose."
"Weird."
"I know."
"Suppose."
Suppose? I suppose? He supposes…suppose…suppose, presume, deduce, assume, think, guess. But not sure. Not sure.
"I suppose."
Not sure. Not positive. Not one hundred percent.
"I suppose."
"Weird."
Not sure.
Why not?
"Are we friends?"
"Yeah, I suppose we are."
"Weird."
Weird. Why?
"I know."
"Weird."
"Yeah, I suppose we are."
"Yeah."
"Are we friends?"
"I suppose."
"Weird."
"I know."
"Are we friends?"
"We are."
"I suppose we are."
"Yeah."
"Weird."
"I know."
Weird. Why? Why is it weird? Because I am who I am and she's…her…it's weird
"I know."
for the both of us. Both weird. Both friends. Weird friends. Why?
"We are."
"Weird."
"I know."
"I suppose."
"We are."
"Are we friends?"
"Yeah."
"Weird."
"Yeah."
"Weird."
"I know."
"Are we friends?"
"Weird."
But why?
Ginny and Draco walked up to the castle together sometime later and parted ways at the entrance hall. Draco made his way towards the library, and Ginny to the kitchens for a snack.
She had barely taken twelve steps when whoops of joy and happiness sounded around her, and she was suddenly encompassed in a group of excited, babbling Gryffindors. She spun around, trying to place who it was and what exactly they were saying when she caught an eyeful of bright red hair.
"Ron!" she called out, jumping up above the crowd.
"Gin! Ginny! They found him!"
Ginny, who had been trying to make her way over to her brother, froze. "Huh?"
"They found him! Lupin! Mum found him on the doorstep, all bloody and unconscious, but he's alive! Gin, he's fine!"
Upon hearing these words, two changes occurred in Ginny: she was first emptied of all of the despair and misery she had been carting around for the past week, and was simultaneously filled with hope, relief and jubilation. She began, like the other three Gryffindors, jumping up and down and sobbing with relief at the same time.
Ron, Harry and Hermione filled her in on exactly what happened, or everything that Lupin remembered, until Ginny found too much happiness to contain and suddenly turned and ran from them as fast as she could, her shaky mind processing her surroundings in a blur, bent only on making it to the library as fast as she could.
Draco Malfoy had just exited the library doors and decided upon heading to his common room, when a flying red blur tackled him to the floor.
He spluttered, trying to ask what the bloody hell was going through the weaslette's mind, but Ginny Weasley had other plans, catching him off guard with a fierce but enjoyable snog.
"Gin!" Draco exclaimed, completely out of breath and very confused. "What the hell?"
Ginny, still pinning Malfoy to the ground, giggled insanely. "Lupin's alive. They found him. He's fine," she giggled once more and plummeted down once more for another kiss before releasing him and standing up.
"Whew!" she breathed, "Just thought I'd let you know."
Draco Malfoy sat on the floor and stated in wonderment as Ginny Weasley, who had just tackled him, kissed him twice and informed him that someone who she thought she killed wasn't dead after all, turned and bounced away merrily, practically skipping and whistling as she went.
"Weird."
Cuz all of the stars, Are fading away, Just try not to worry, You'll see them some day, Take what you need, And be on your way, And stop crying your heart out – Stop Crying Your Heart Out, Oasis
I know I know it's really short and I'm sorry but at least it's up right? I've had more time since finals are over but now I keep getting sick and my mother is holding my computer hostage until I'm well again…
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