Undivided
Chapter 3: I Warned You
Author's jibberish: It's no excuse. I should have typed this out weeks ago. But school is my first priority, then writing, so now I said my piece. I did learn a few things by your reviews. Like 1) Kick My Tush was about to share something private about herself, 2) Ang3l666, like many Harry Potter readers, thinks Draco Malfoy is one fine specimen, and 3) everyone should get virtual ice-cream (you decide your flavor) cuz you all were nice enough to leave a review.
It took a while before she had the courage to pick it up. It seemed to hum and a strange green mist emitted from it for a few minutes. She had enough experience in magic to know that after a powerful curse, the wand would still have bits of its remains. She only knew one curse that admitted green-anything: Avada Kedavra. Someone tried the Killing Curse…on her. And she recognized that wand.
She carried it with her for a couple of days.
The bell sounded, bringing her thoughts to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Students stood to their feet. "Just a minute," Draco said, "Tomorrow we'll start the Dark Arts timeline: who's who, what they did, and what was the world's response. Now, get out of here."
Ginny stood, gathering her things.
"Miss Weasley, stay after class."
She froze. She looked at Colin, who looked absolutely perplexed. "What did you do, Ginny?"
"N-nothing," she answered although she had a very good guess what it concerned.
"Are you sure?" Colin lowered his voice. "Unless the Prof is being a--."
"The bell rang, Mr. Creevey," Draco discreetly clued in.
Colin swallowed, gave Ginny a sympathetic look and left. "See you later, Ginny."
As she turned tot eh Professor's desk, Ginny watched as he approached. Draco extended his hand out to her. "I believe you have something of mine."
Her hand absently flew to her side; underneath, she felt her wand pocket. "Excuse me?"
"My wand, Miss Weasley. I know you have it."
Ginny amazed herself and stood tall. "I will…after I hear an explanation as to why I found it," she said, looking at him straight in the eye.
Then, he stepped close to her, almost invading her personal space…not that she had a problem about it. Ginny could smell his cologne; it was a strange mix of rain, tea, and…she couldn't decipher it, but it was nice. Only he smelled that good. No one else had a scent that would somehow make her joints wobble. She found herself wanting to smell him more, no matter how silly the thought was. "Shameful…withholding a personal possession of a teacher," he glared.
"It's also shameful to stalk a bathing student."
Then, his steel eyes softened, and he called her by name. "My wand…Virginia."
And an odd feeling washed over her, like butterflies in her body. She reached in her pocket and pulled out the wand.
Draco snatched it from her. No thank you or any sign of gratitude. "Have a good day, Miss Weasley."
Back to formalities… "Why?" Ginny asked. She was afraid, curious, aggravated all at once. Why was he in the prefect's bathroom? "What were you doing that night?"
"I excused you Miss Weasley."
"I don't care. What were you doing?"
"I said have a good day. Now return to your common room or whatever. Get out of my classroom; I'll see you next lecture," Draco sneered.
She shook with pure aggravation. Ginny flung her bag strap over her shoulder and stormed out of the classroom.
Dear Gin,
It's official: I hate my trainer. His name is Gemini Vaughns and he is absolutely unmanageable. He's demanding, ungrateful, anything in the English language that results to awful.
Just yesterday he made me get him butterbeer and by the time I got back, he was complaining. "It's warm. I like it toasty and hot." So I left for the break room at Headquarters and warmed it up. Then he drank it and burned his tongue. He made me run laps because of it.
And what tops the sundae about this whole fiasco is that he adores Harry. And when I say adore, I mean "Wow, you're THE BOY WHO LIVED! Well, not a boy anymore, more like a young man. Can I have your autograph? What is it like to be you? That's your wand? Mine's holly too! What a coincidence! Wow, it's Harry Potter's gum-wad!" And he even tried to transfer so he could be Harry's trainer.
But Arielle won't have it. Arielle is Harry's trainer and she's wickedly gorgeous. She's 24 (started Auror training right out of school) and she's nice, hot, smart, sexy, patient, and she's extremely single. Harry's having a great time learning (I'll bet!) but Hermione is not very happy. Harry insists he's not interested in Arielle but Hermione insists "Any man who doesn't find her appealing is either a homosexual or dead!" Well, she does have a point. Harry is trying to make her feel secure; apparently from what Harry told me, she was really quiet on their date two days ago. Hermione, quiet? Poor Harry…
Anyway, just wanting to update you on what's up. I'll expect your owl.
Love, Ron
PS- Feel free to complain if "Professor Malfoy" is being an incredible ferret.
He was being an incredible ferret…with gorgeous steel-grey eyes, silk sliver blonde strands and chiseled…
Ginny shook her head furiously. "Stop it," she scolded herself. Thinking of Draco that way…Last year, it may have been tolerable but this year…he was her teacher! A good looking teacher but a teacher nonetheless.
A teacher who was armed, ready to curse her as she was taking a bath. She rolled over to her stomach. She had been entertaining the idea of telling someone but it sounded so easy talking to herself in her head.
"He was trying to curse me behind my naked back," she muttered into her pillow. That sounded priceless…
Well, that was a thought…if he was trying to curse her, how come he didn't go through with it? The thought caused her not to have any sleep that night.
Colin noticed something terribly wrong and when he tried to get it out of her, she wouldn't answer. He dropped the subject and continued a discussion about the Quidditch try-outs, coming in a week.
The suspense was eating at her. She purposely made sure she was the last one in the class, so she could have a chance to talk with him. But as soon as everyone else was filed out, he would retreat to the backroom, his office. So, he was avoiding her; Ginny didn't plan this out correctly. There was even a time when she cast a charm to shut the door; Draco just opened the door and walked inside, unfazed. She had to find a way to talk to him. She hadn't had a decent 8-hour sleep since then.
She was wandering the halls late evening, doing her prefect duties, watching for any rule breakers. Then, she neared the Defense Against the Dark Arts room and made a bee-line for it.
The candles in the room were still lit, so she assumed he must still be here. Ginny opened the door to his office and stepped in. He sat at his desk, made of rich dark mahogany. Draco didn't have his robe on, just a dark grey high-collar sweater, black slacks and Italian black leather shoes. To her surprise, silver thin oval frames sat on the bridge of his nose. The glasses made him look more refined, she admitted.
His jaw tightened as his eyes fell on her. "Ms. Weasley, it's past office hours. If you have any questions, ask before or after class."
"You know very well that is not the issue," Ginny closed the door shut. "I want to know what you were doing that night when I found your wand."
"Get out," he ordered.
"No."
"I said, get out."
Ginny stomped her foot down. It was time for Strong Ginny to show up. "I won't."
"Fine," Draco snapped. He stood and headed for the door.
Ginny took the liberty to make herself a human door-stop, blocking him from opening the door. "I want to know what happened."
"Move," he demanded.
"No."
"Move or I'll make you."
"I won't, Draco," she said, using his name naturally. "Did you try to kill--?"
Draco took a tight hold of her arm and pulled her against the door. It wasn't brute force, but it was just enough strength to hold her securely against the door's flat surface. "You…" he hissed, "didn't listen to me." He was towering over her, his face dangerously close to hers. All she could do was stare at his thin lips. "I warned you not to come back to Hogwarts."
Suddenly, realization crossed her face. "It was you…you sent me the warnings? But why?"
He didn't speak for a while, but when he finally did, Ginny's world turned upside down.
"The Dark Lord sent me to kill you."
…~*to be continued*~…
Author's jibberish: In the immortal words of my sister: "Dun-dun-dun!"