Authors Note: Oh stars I am so tired, hope I don't regret writing now but your inspiring reviews forced me onwards. ") Cheer Up, with even more I shall live on, my lovely sparkly Charms is right here to cheer me up and herd the demented Plot Bunnies my way in an orderly fashion...Oh no, please tell me Caress isn't wearing a thong. shakes head in disbelief . I hope I can fall asleep before he starts his strip dan- Oh stars, to late. please let this Plot Bunny queue be a short one, please?
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine... awww, poor me...
The Cry of a Dragon
"Thoughts were born from prophesy, and prophesy born from thoughts." an enthrall voice whispered. "The secret to defeating your fears lie in the house that holds those thoughts."
"Where?" The voice that was Ginny's yet not asked. "Where is it? Where can I loose my fears?" She questioned the voice, feeling the fear and pain that always seemed to live with her.
"Where I've told you." Came the cryptic answer. "You may ask two more questions, that's all your summoning will allow of you yet."
Ginny frowned. "Why do I enjoy killing?" She asked after a moments thought.
"You are a Hunter by nature." The woman explained. "It is your instinct to kill, to punish...The Dragon blood that has changed your own, triggered what you already had."
Ginny frowned and sat down onto a large boulder. Already had? How could she already have this feeling, lust for blood, and not know it?
"Hurry Flame, not much time now." The voice urged. "Your last question."
"Already... Ok." She took a deep breath. "Can I trust Draco Malfoy with my heart?"
There was a pause where the voice sucked in a shocked breath. "You have to question me? I thought it would be obvious."
Ginny felt her heart twist. "No then?"
Suddenly a vision of a pale green woman with long red cascading curls. She was nude, beautiful, and swept Ginny up in a motherly hug, petting her back as if she were a small girl in need of comfort, perhaps she was even.
"Oh my poor, poor child." She whispered. "One so tender and true should not have so many worries. Your Draco does love you my dear, he would sacrifice everything and anything for you in a heartbeat."
"Then why does he hurt me?" Ginny whispered, though she knew she had exceeded her limit.
"He hurts more for it." She assured her. "Now go. You must not let the Death Eaters catch you."
"Death Eaters?" Ginny asked, looking frightened. "Wait, who are you?" She called but the woman was gone and the area they were once standing in was fading clean away.
"DRACO!" Ginny screamed, struggling against the binds that held her, the strong leather refused to set her free though and she only received more pain from them. Although she wasn't sure who had her, the fact she was alive after killing Lucius told her it was not the Dark Lord. She forced herself to calm down. She didn't know what was going on, shed awoken like this against a stone wall, but a thick black blindfold obscured her vision efficiently.
She sniffed the air, but could only smell the distinct whiff of ginger and thyme. She turned to her enlightened ears and concentrated on the sounds she could hear. There was the sound of water, flowing nearby and boiling even nearer. There was the sound of fire crackling against stone, clay and iron. The wind picked up; finally presenting her with the smells, she was seeking. A human smell, someone in pain and a large wet dog by the smell of him.
Ginny twisted against her binds once more. "Let me go, please!" She begged. "Please I have to move, I cant stay here, you've put your self in danger."
There was a laughing cough. "I know what hunts you little witch." A mans voice wheezed.
"Please then, let me go." She begged.
"You aren't only witch, are you?" The voice asked. "I mean, there's more to your blood."
"Why? What difference does it make?" Ginny asked, wondering why if she broke chain she couldn't break this leather. "I need to go, keep running."
"You're safe here, for now." The man confessed.
Ginny frowned. "You're old and hurt; you can't fight off Aurors and Death Eaters."
There was silence for a moment. "Dragon Blood." He sighed. "That what's in you."
"Let me GO!" She screamed. "Now! Please! I have enough blood on my hands, I don't need yours too."
The dog sneezed a growl. "Shush Paradise." The man advised. "I suggest you calm down dragon girl."
"Please..." Ginny pleaded, not listening to his words. "I need...find Draco, Trust... keep them safe."
"Draco...you said that before...Is he another Dragon?"
"He's mine." Ginny growled, eyes flashing red beneath the blindfold. "Let me go." She growled her voice deep.
The dog shifted, his growl deepening in response.
"LET ME GOOOOOOOOOO!" She screamed. Behind her, the bindings finally snapped and she fell forward into a squirming pile of matted dog fur.
"Now now Flame, calm down. I know how you feel. Paradise, heel boy."
Ginny reached up and tore off her blindfold. She gasped as the light almost blinded her and twisted until she was far enough away to cover her eyes. "How. My Dragon name?" She asked, panting with the exertion of strength it took to break those binds.
"I know many things Flame. You are using up to much strength in the unknowing." The man told her.
"Who are you?" Ginny asked, slowly moving away her arm. "How do you know so much?"
"My name is Peerix. I know so much because as you said I am old."
Ginny surveyed him. He was seated cross-legged and looking up at her with eyes so blue he was obviously blind. His skin was a pale grey, scaled like the woman she had already spoken too. She turned her eyes on Paradise. The 'dog' was huge. Big and aged, he looked almost as old as the ancient man.
His teeth were bared and it was a frightening sight. He wasn't dead and those teeth could maim.
"Why was I tied and bound?" Ginny demanded. "If you knew who I was you knew I was able to break free."
"No I didn't. Most at your level couldn't break anything." Peerix explained. "Let alone smell with that much detail."
"Truths father can read thoughts." She commented, trying to see the mans reaction.
"Her actual father?"
"Oh," Ginny smiled not really, but he was there with me for her hatching."
Peerix looked thoughtful. "That would be Draco I presume."
Ginny lost her smile and a growl began in the back of her throat. "Don't talk of him."
"Your attraction is strange. Normally humans can't handle a relationship with a Dragon Rider descendant."
"Dragon rider? What? I'm so confused. I was with Draco only after the hatching; I always thought Truth had something to do with the change."
This received a headshake. "It should have worked the other way around. You have Dragon rider blood in your veins; did Lexa explain nothing to you?"
"Lexa?" Ginny asked, then brushed it aside. "I was told I was a Hunter by nature."
"That is another name for the Riders." Peerix told her. "Yet the others in your family are to diluted...you were too until the 'Truth' morphed your blood and aggravated your own gene."
"Draco loves me..." Ginny said. "So we wont work then? " Ginny asked.
Peerix shook his head. "Logically, no." Then he looked thoughtful as Ginnys heart seemed to tear apart. "Though... from what I've heard, love doesn't seem to be logical at all."
The dog suddenly sat, sensing Ginny relaxing for the first time since she'd woken up. "I have to go. I have to find him and hand myself over to the Aurors before the Death Eaters get me." She told the man. "What exactly are you?" She asked him. "And Lexa?"
Peerix smiled, looking at her with unseeing eyes. "Where Dragon Riders too, or used to be, I suppose."
"Used to be?" Ginny asked.
Again, the scaled man shook his head. "It will reach you at the House of Thoughts."
"What? House of thoughts?" She asked.
"That is where you are destined to. Then, if you succeed, you will know of the Dragon Wars."
"You couldn't just tell me?" Ginny asked. "Harry's the one with the prophesy searching in his back ground, not me."
In answer, Peerix merely smiled and reached a hand out to pet Paradises side.
Ginny turned and left, there was nothing she could do to the man, she felt too well of him, so she had to run away as fast as she could. There was no telling how far either of her hunters was and Ginny needed to be sure which one was closest. Her ancestors were interesting and all, but whatever was in the House of Thoughts could wait. It wasn't going anywhere and Draco was.
Draco yawned, despite the chilly wind around him. His limbs were cold with the icy wind blowing and holding the now sleeping and injured whelp to his chest. Ginny was closer than she had been so far in this chase and if he fell asleep she would gain back that ground. He couldn't have that. Come grumpy dragons or incurable frostbite Ginny had to be found.
It was all his fault and he couldn't live with that until Ginny was safe from harm and slapping him across the face for it.
The snow under his feet shifted and his slow reflexes only just managed to catch him before he fell into the deceptively soft snow. He had no idea where he was anymore, other than behind the girl, his heart tug told him that much.
"Draco, what do you think your doing?" A voice asked out of nowhere.
Shocked, Draco spun around. "G-Ginny?"
Ginny put a hand on her hip. "Where are you going? Your exhausted." She growled.
"I'm, looking for you." He stuttered out.
"Do I need to be searched for? I killed your father didn't I? I don't need a babysitter."
Draco flinched and again lost his footing, just managing to keep himself upright. "Ginny, I need to tell you something-" He began, but she held up a hand to stop him talking.
"You think I wanna hear anything you have to say to me?" She demanded, sounding bored. "I really don't know why I kissed you." She cocked her head to one side. "It's that stupid Dragons fault I bet. Twisting my emotions like that."
"Gi-"
"I don't want to see you anymore Draco...Malfoy." She corrected, and then laughed. "Cant believe I called you Draco either. You're a Malfoy to me and everyone else."
Draco let the pain of her words hit him, then he readied to hit her, again stumbling, though the pain in his heart wouldn't allow him to catch himself once more and he fell to his knees. Suddenly Ginny was in front of him, just out of reach. She frowned.
"Not so tough now are you?" She asked. "When you haven't got me pinned against the wall in pain?"
"Gin, please don't-"
"Don't what Malfoy? I can't not do any thing, I'm not even here." She laughed crossing her arms. "You are so insane, you're seeing things twit!"
She then vanished before his very eyes. Panting with the pain he couldn't feel beyond the numbness that was his entire body, he found himself fading to a darkness beyond sleep and falling into the coating blackness of the pure white snow
A/N: Hmmm, this is a cliffie, ain't no mistaken it... well, tune in next update for more Dragon Flame Twists! Mwa, Mwa! Oh please don't kill me! ")