The next few days were very strange between Draco and Ginny, both felt hurt and alone, yet neither wanted to comfort the other. Draco felt horrible, both confused and worried. Ginny was, yet again, hurt by someone she loved, she had spent the last two days crying herself to sleep, unaware to Draco who now slept on the small couch in the room.
It had been two months since the night of Ginny's capture, and she had changed greatly, she realized this. As she lay in bed one morning listening to Draco snore, whishing he was snoring next to her rather then across the room, she thought to herself just how crazy things had gotten. I've been in and out of love twice, I was plotting to manipulate someone, and I'm in the dark lord's castle! She sighed to herself and got up, walking over to where Draco was sleeping. She kneeled before the couch/bed, and sat for a moment, wanting to wake him and declare her love… He'd use it against me… well maybe not him but his father would… She thought sadly standing up and walking towards the bathroom, Draco's eyes fluttered open in time to watch her from behind enter the other room.
"Damn…" He cursed himself yet again for being so cruel.
Their lessons had become much more formal, and Ginny was reluctantly learning many more curses then she had before, she was also called upon to repeat the entire Slytherin line, all the way to Tom Riddle. Ginny would often sit quietly for most the lesson, listening but not taking in the information that Draco was reading to her or telling her.
He slammed the book shut during one lesson, attempting to get her attention. She jumped and looked up at him curiously, her expression the same as the night in the owlery. Draco looked at her a moment, hurting even more then before.
"What?" She asked impatiently, Draco snapped out of his trance and said, "It's time for dinner, why don't you get dressed." He said. She went into the bathroom as he conjured up a dress for her, it took him seconds to get ready with his wand but he loved to watch her pull her hair up and down and up again over and over trying to get it just perfect.
They were finally ready after forty five minuets and headed quickly down, once again to the large dinning room, trimmed in gold with the giant glass chandelier.
They silently joined Voldimort at the table; he was deep in conversation with Malfoy, who glared at Ginny as well as Draco. The Young Prince gave her a look that clearly said, "He's still annoyed that I wasn't his" and Ginny laughed quietly, which broke the silence in the room, causing Voldimort to look up at her. His eyes were a deep red and seethed with hatred.
He dismissed Malfoy with a shake of his hand and turned to his cold meal. They sat in solemn silence for a moment longer before Draco asked, "A problem father?" He had been trying to be more understanding towards his father recently.
The Dark Lord grinded his teeth, not a usual practice for him, and glared at Draco before responding harshly, "Yes Draco in fact there was, Her little party…" He said gesturing towards Ginny, "felt the need to come and kill off twelve Death eaters who were attacking the ministry, luckily they got a few Heads of Offices before they were attacked, but they were a few of my best men in there."
He stopped momentarily to let this set in with both of the guests, then continued, sending his hatred towards Draco, "Maybe if the plan was moving faster, like I told you, this wouldn't have happened." The men locked eyes defiantly; Draco was not one who liked to be corrected.
"I'm moving as fast as I can father, perhaps we should speak of this later." He too was gritting his teeth, perhaps it was a family trait.
Ginny looked down at her plate, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible. But she was quickly distracted by Voldimort.
He grabbed her around the wrist, wrenching her up from the table, throwing wooden chairs and her plate of food asunder. "This little blood traitor is foiling all of our plans. I say we get rid of her and continue on without the plan. Maybe I'll just do it right now." Voldimort held her against him, her arms locked behind her body, he had gotten much stronger since his return years ago and it was useless for her to struggle against him. His wand was pointed at her throat and his eyes were bright red, steaming; shooting bullets right through Draco's face.
Draco's eyes went wide as he realized the severity of the situation, the only person he'd ever felt anything for was about to be killed by his father. "Father stop!" He called, standing abruptly, glaring back at his father, he glanced at Ginny whose eyes were tight closed, but even then he could see the tears rolling down her cheeks.
She opened her eyes and looked at him and her message was clear, she loved him and he could see it and she was pleading with her love to save her.
"Damn it Draco, we'll just find another one, someone easier to control. The prophecy will be complete and I'll just get rid of this one now. Alva-" Voldimort was cut off suddenly from his curse as Draco screamed, lunging at his father's wand hand, "No I love her!" He screamed, and then everything went silent.
Ginny's eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat. The words she's be wishing to hear for a month and a half, coming from the man who haunted her dreams. She gasped, unable to catch her breath and stared at Draco in awe and adoration.
Voldimort on the other had, looked as if he'd just smelled something vile. He threw the girl onto the floor and screamed at the top of his lungs, "You love her! Draco this is not part of the plan! You're going to ruin it all." He roared in hatred towards his only son who acted as if he had not heard a word, staring at Ginny intently, their eyes never breaking.
"You love me?" Ginny breathed almost silently, but Draco nodded, his cheeks turning slightly pink before he was pulled from his world. Voldimort grabbed Draco by the neck and threw him onto the floor. Ginny was confused and scared, so she ran.
She stood and lifted her skirts, taking off towards the marble staircase as fast as she could, somewhere she lost her shoes and she had to dodge a curse or two shot off by Voldimort.
Her heart was beating rapidly, and not from running. Eventually she found a small dark alcove in the wall, she threw herself into it and sobbed as quietly as she could, trying to hide herself. Several times men in long black capes ran past screeching about how angry Voldimort was, but she remained hidden.
After about thirty minuets, her legs were numb from being tucked under her, and her sobs had all but gone. But suddenly she heard her name, soft and distant, but in a voice she longed for.
"Ginny… Gin…" The use of her special nickname perked her out of hiding and she stood, painfully at first. She walked towards the voice, suddenly waling strait into Draco, who wrapped his arms around her neck, and immediately pulled her into a tight hug. He held her close to him for a while before squeezing once and letting her go, but still holding her arms, as if she'd run away again.
"Gin… I'm… I'm so sorry…" Ginny could tell he had been crying, although he tried to hide it. "I was so scared he'd kill you, when Harry died I saw how it killed you, and I couldn't go through that, I'm not as strong as you think I am." He said nervously, Ginny gasped at the reminder of her ill-fated love.
"Draco, shh it's ok…" She hugged him again quickly before gently kissing his cheek, she leaned in, only inches from his ear and said, "I love you too…" Ginny heard rather then saw him gasp as his mouth opened and she took the opportunity to kiss him.
She pulled him close and quickly slid her tongue into his mouth, locking into the most passionate kiss she'd ever received or given.
Neither cared about Voldimort, consequences or any problems, they were in love. Draco took her hand and lead her back to their room where the spent the night in each other's arms, kissing and confessing their undying love.
I hope no one saw that coming cough lol... so yeah the fluff goes up about 100 from here on out so get used to it lol
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