..:AN: Sorry it took so long..this writters block is making me want to burn things. HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!
Disclaimer: Song in dream belongs to A.F.I. 'Silver and Cold' Awesome song:..
Draco walked into his dorm, tossing his robe onto a sitting chair. He stretched as he looked around his dorm as he thought to himself. He hadn't really thought about Snape's offer when he was with Ginny. In fear of blurting something out, he had a pretty strong feeling that she wouldn't want to carry on with this little plan, much less fall for him if she thought he was going to become a Death Eater.
"So there is a way out then." he muttered to himself, kicking off his dirty leather shoes and cleaning them with a wave of his wand. But did he want it? He collapsed on the side of his bed, leaning with his fingers woven through his silvery-blonde hair. His hands were cold, the one thing about being in the dungeons of the school was it wasn't always to warm.
Without looking up he pointed his wand at the fireplace-fresh with wood-, muttering a fire lighting charm a warmth started to slowly creep into the room. Draco sighed as he thought about his choices.
The thought about not becoming a Death Eater danced around inside his head, starting to make his lips pull into a less-sinister then usual smirk. He got to his feet and pulled out of his trunk his list.
This list was so old now, edges crinkled and ripped, the paper curled from all the times he had rolled it up and stuffed it in his pockets to hide it from view. He had started it when he was nine, he could see the evolution of his writing. From a degree off of chicken scratch, to a now elegant and formal looking cursive. He looked at the first 'con' as it were, on the list, the first thing he realized he'd have to do if he joined his father.
"Kill People." Draco looked at it bitterly, he hadn't been a stupid child. He had never seen his father kill someone, but he had heard the screams from the parlor enough times that they left a deep rut inside his head.
He yawned a little as he rolled back up the list. He decided he would go to Snape after potions the next day since he wasn't meeting Ginny until four thirty he should have enough time. And though he didn't really enjoy thinking it, if he had to stand her up then he would. If she knew the reasons she probably would understand.
"No. Don't even think for a moment your going to tell her. Once this bet is over and you loose, she'll tell you how she can be happy all the time and satisfy that lingering question. Then she'll be gone. But Blaise's bet was going to interfere. He would have to try about ten times harder to be nice if he was going to get her to agree to pretend to be his girlfriend. Blaise had made it specific what he wanted to see."
"I want to see her on cloud nine, she's going to have to be completely obsessed with you mate. And I want everyone else to see it too.." Blaise's voice echoed inside his head. What if he didn't go through with it? He could just tell Blaise he didn't care, tell Pansy there was no way in hell and give Blaise his damn money. He groaned as he continued to think, he was getting a migraine.
Giving up he climbed into his bed and fell into a deep sleep on top of the covers, still in his day clothes.
Draco stirred as he dreamed, images running through his head.
A little red headed girl with straight hair, a bright yellow elastic with snitches pulled it away from her round little cheeks. She was jumping rope and singing.
"Cold in life's throws, I'll fall asleep for you Cold in life's throws, I only ask you turn away Cold in life's throws, I'll fall asleep for you Cold in life's throws, I only ask you turn As they seep... into me, oh, my beautiful one..." She turned and looked directly at Draco. Who was watching her in a stone hallway, perplexed by the small child and her unearthly voice.
"Now." She finished. The image swirled into a stream of colours until it shattered and Draco was left standing on the side of the lake he had taken Ginny to today. And she was walking into the waters, dressed in a flowing gown of white with sleeves that dragged in the grass and the waters. The image flickered and sped up and Draco was now facing her and she was slowly starting to be pulled down by watery hands into the water. She was screaming, reaching her hand out to Draco to help her but he couldn't hear her. When he started to climb into the water to help her escape he was thrown back, he looked up to see his father standing over him. His eyes alive with rage. The little girl was standing on his opposite side looking over him as well, jump-rope in hand.
"...And I'll beg for forgiveness." She whispered, Lucius's head snapped up and he raised his cane high over his head, about to strike the little girl. Draco couldn't see but he could hear her screams as the sky turned red and began to rain down oil.
The images flickered again and Draco felt nauseous as his dream self was thrown into the center of a circle, the oil-rain still pouring down from the sky. He was surrounded with men in black robes, and white masks. Streams of oil running down the masks like tears.
Voldemort held his hand out to Draco, to help him to his feet. Draco felt something hard in his hands, something solid, something that felt a lot like a knife. Without a second thought he plunged the knife into the creatures ghastly white hands. Oil seeped out, as Voldemort's face twisted in agony and fury.
Changed scene again. There was a table, in an old black house. There were people sitting around it. A man with a wolf for a face, Dumbledore with a large sword on a horse, a woman with looked like chewed bubble gum dripping down from her hair and onto her clothes. There were two people dressed like paupers, but they were glowing like angels with red hair. There was a person with two heads, both heads completely different but laughing at each other.
There was another man with a ponytail for a face, long and swaying to and fro, his hand a dragons claw. Four people were left, another man who's hands were holding onto gold coins, but his hands would fade as he tried to grasp them. A boy his age who's face was blurred, with a large hole in his chest, it was leaking out oil.
Another boy who was taller, his face warped and twisted, his slanted mouth chewing and he was in a large shadow that seemed to disappear and flicker. Then all that was left was a girl, she glowed and seemed to make the other boys shadow shrink.
Draco looked down to his side to see the girl with the jump rope beside him, He could only see her left side.
"Things that are and things that will be, none of them can hide from me." she sung softly. She turned to him and Draco saw the right side of her skull was shattered, oozing oil that stained her bright yellow dress and small shoes.
Draco looked on the center of the table, to see Ginny. Soaking wet, not moving and laid out carefully so she looked as though she was sleeping in the flowing white gown. Her skin was a deathly white-blue and she was coughing violently.
Draco ran towards her but he was behind a glass wall, he watched as his father appeared in the room and held a hand over Ginny's mouth. Ginny started to move so she could breathe, but Lucius's clasp was firm and he didn't let go until her head stopped moving and her hands seemed to loose their strength and her fingers uncurled.
Draco screamed and pounded with all his might at the glass, his hands beginning to bleed as the glass slowly started to shatter and crack. The image began to disappear and Draco woke up covered in a cold sweat.
Ginny walked into the Gryffindor common room the next morning, she yawned tiredly. They hadn't gotten back until nightfall the night before and she hadn't been able to get any dinner. She was starved and dying to get back to that lake.
Neville met her at the bottom of the stairs, his round face held a rather cheery smile that made her lips pull into a smile as well.
"Morning Gin." he said, Trevor squirming in his hands.
"Good morning Neville. Sleep well?" she asked as they headed out of the portrait hole and down towards the Great Hall. Neville nodded and was looking at her nervously.
"Where were you last night? Luna and me looked for you everywhere." he asked suspiciously. Ginny sighed and ran her hand through her hair as they entered the Great Hall. Neville was great and usually very understanding, but this was a different situation. After all it was Malfoy, who had bullied him countless times and caused him to hurt his wrists in his first year.
"Oh, I was in the library..I had a lot of work to do." she said, she felt bad lying but Neville would go ballistic on her. They sat down at the Gryffindor table and Ginny indulged in a gigantic cinnamon bun dripping with gooey white icing.
"That looks healthy." Neville chuckled pilling some eggs onto his plate. Ginny looked down at her breakfast, feeling a little guilty but pushed the thought aside Luna waved from the Ravenclaw table and winked subtly at Ginny. Ginny waved back and took a bite of her cinnamon bun.
"I can indulge." she shrugged. Neville snorted a little into his pumpkin juice but just shook his head. She thought about what classes she had first, wondering if she had a lot of homework when a letter plopped down in front of her with the morning post.
"Who's that from?" Neville asked. Ginny sat down her cinnamon bun, wiped off her hand on a napkin and tore off the small green ribbon.
"Same Place After School. Like You Have Anything Better To Do...This Note Sounds Rather Cheeky Doesn't It?" There was no signature but it was obvious who it was from. Ginny smirked and tucked it into her pocket. She looked up at the Slytherin table to see Malfoy looking at her and she gave him the most subtle nod possible.
"So..." Neville pressed on. Ginny took another bite of her unbalanced breakfast and shrugged.
"Just mum." she said through swallowing wondering how long she'd have to keep this lying up. The worst part was, she was starting to not feel so guilty about lying to Neville.
Draco watched her enter the great hall out of the corner of his eye, perplexed again by the small smile she had on her face. It took all he had to not stare at it the other day. As much as he hated to admit it he found simple smiles like that one of the most enticing things he had ever come across.
"Draco?" said a small voice in his ear. He looked up to see Pansy waving at him, she had obviously made Crabbe move over and taken his spot beside Draco. Draco muttered under his breath and dropped his fork, suddenly losing his appetite.
"What Parkinson?" he snapped. Her overly swollen lips went into a disgusting pout which gave Draco an overwhelming urge to stab at them with a pin and see if they would deflate.
"Fine, if your going to be that way. I'll let you read the owl your father sent us later." she said her eyes turning to narrow slits. Draco snarled and ripped the piece of parchment out of her hands.
"Your joking. Parkinson this isn't funny." he said, his face turning a pale shade of green.
"You idiot I know its not. It's wonderful!" she said leaning on her elbows and looking up at him. "To think your father would start planning this early." she said. Draco glared at her and ripped the letter to shreds and tossed them in the pitcher of pumpkin juice. Quickly he got to his feet and stormed out of the Great Hall.
..:An: The dream sequence was supposed to be written like it was rushed, if your wondering. Like nothing really makes sense and things happen to quickly for him to grasp onto. Anyways i hope you liked it! Read and Review please! gives you all chocolate easter eggs painted in red and green for G/D:..