1A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I've had major writers block. The end of the school year is nearing, and all of my teachers are going crazy with work. I finally had no homework to do today, so I got to update. :D. If you don't know what happened last, go back and read a little bit of the ending of the last chapter. It'll probably come to you then. Once again, sorry for the long wait!..
Chapter 8
"You Have All Of Me"
"Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams,
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase!
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
and I've held your hand through all of these years,
but you still have all of me."
-Evanescence "My Immortal"
Ginny stared at the ceiling, her sheets on her four-poster bed wrapped around her. A tear ran down Ginny's beat-red cheek. What was wrong with her? What was wrong with her family? What was wrong with Draco? What is happening to her life?
Ginny turned around to her right and snuggled the covers up to her face. There was something wrong with Draco, and she knew it. Why else would he be wandering the corridors at night, muttering things to himself, and not even noticing things around him? Yes, something was definitely wrong with him. But what? What could cause someone to act in such odd ways? She didn't know. She didn't know about anything anymore.
Ginny rolled back straight as tears began to flow more freely down her face. She didn't know why she was crying. Was it the fact that she was scared of what she had saw earlier? Was it because Ron, Harry, and Hermione found out her secret? Was it because she lost something she loved...
She didn't love him. She didn't love his greasy-blonde-haired-pointy face. She didn't love his death eater family. She didn't love him being a Slytherin. She didn't love the way he smirked at her, the way her kissed her lips, the way he held her in his arms...
No she didn't...
Tears fell deeply from Ginny's sparkling green eyes.
She didn't...
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Draco rolled over and groaned. Bright light poured through the windows in his dormitory. His back ached, and his head throbbed.
Draco lifted a sweaty hand up to his forehead and started to massage his temples. Why did he feel so awful?
He sat there with his head buried in his pillow. Everything on his body hurt. His head, his feet, his back, his heart..
Draco gritted his teeth at the thought of her. Her. Ginny. The girl that took his heart in her hands and flipped it around. She had changed a lot about him. She showed him that letting his emotions show, wasn't that bad. But look where it had got him now...
He was confused, hurt, shocked, and heartbroken all at the same time, all because he had let his feelings show about Ginny. He had risked everything, his reputation, his dignity, his purity, his trust, just for her. For him, it seemed worth it. She seemed worth it. He had loved Ginny like he had loved no other in his life. He told her things that he would never tell anybody else. She made everything seem alright. And now everything was so wrong...
Why did she have to take up for her brother like that? Why did he have to love her? Why couldn't he have just put his feelings aside like he normally would have done? She was a Weasley! The family he hated so much.
Yes, yes, she's a blood traitor. A filthy mud-blood loving traitor.
Draco shook his head. No she wasn't. She wasn't a traitor. She was just kind to other people. She didn't judge people by their wizard purity like him and his family did. She accepted people for who they were...
She's a traitor! And that's all she'll ever be! And you let her get to you... you let a little girl get to you...
But he loved her!
No you don't. She made a fool out of you. Are you just going to let her do that? It's time to get your revenge...
It wasn't her fault...
She degraded and humiliated you. She ruined your reputation, your heart, and your life. You must get revenge...
She didn't do any of that on purpose. She barely even did anything!
YOU MUST GET REVENGE!
"NO!" Draco yelled out loud. He was breathing heavily, and his chest heaved up and down. A drop of sweat dripped down his burning fore-head. His hands were flailing out in front of him, and he was sitting upright in the bed. What was wrong with him?
Draco gently pushed himself up, and stepped onto the cold floor. He stepped forward lightly. Pain seared through his body with each step.
What was wrong with him?
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Ginny glanced over at Draco at the Slytherin table. Her eyes caught his grey ones. He turned away immediately and went back to his food. Ginny sighed. She wanted to cry again. She wanted to let all of her feelings out.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione stormed into the Great Hall. Ron's face was once again burning red. He stared dangerously at Ginny as he came closer and closer.
"Where in the bloody hell have you been! I waited for you until twelve last night in the common room and you never came up! And then, I thought maybe I'd catch you this morning walking to breakfast but I don't see you then either! What do you want me to think Ginny! You had me worried bloody sick! Didn't you think to even tell me where you were?" Ron thundered, sitting fiercely beside Ginny.
Ginny remembered how she had deliberately missed the trio this morning. She didn't want to hear what Ron had to say. She didn't even want to look at him. Ginny watched as Draco slipped quietly out of the Great Hall.
"Well Ron, what did you want me to do! Go back and have you yell at me like this? I don't want to hear what you have to say! You ruined everything! Just leave me alone!" Ginny screamed, as she rose out of her seat. She grabbed her bag beside her and started to walk away from Ron.
"DON'T RUN AWAY FROM ME! I need to talk to you about this! Do you even realize what you've done! YOU'VE KISSED DRACO MALFOY! You've snogged a future Death-Eater! Do you know how this makes you look? Do you know how this makes ME look!" Ron yelled, rising up about to follow Ginny.
Several people gasped and turned around the watch Ginny and Ron. Everything in the Great Hall became silent.
Ginny whipped around and faced Ron. Her nose was almost touching his.
"I don't give a DAMN what you think," Ginny growled through clinched teeth. Her hands were shaking and her eyes flashed dangerously. "And I don't give a damn about you."
Ginny whipped around and stormed out of the Great Hall. Murmurs and whispers flooded her ears as she left. Ginny felt hot tears burning in her eyes.
Ginny collided with something hard. Her books scattered to the ground.
"Watch where your– oh. It's you." the person mumbled, lifting its head up. Ginny's eyes met the familiar grey.
"Draco, I have to talk to you." Ginny began.
"There's nothing to talk about," Draco snapped, glaring at Ginny.
"Please , Draco let me explain–"
"There's nothing to explain! You couldn't give a damn about me!" Draco thundered, anger filling every word.
"Draco I–"
"I thought you were different," Draco spoke softly,"but I guess I was wrong. Your just another Weasley, and that's all you'll ever be."
Draco turned on his heel and ran down the corridor towards his common room.
"DRACO WAIT! Please!" Ginny screamed, tears forming in her green eyes.
"Please," she sobbed, as she watched Draco's cloak disappear around the corner. Ginny sniffed and sobbed as she ran out of the castle, and onto the wet grounds. She felt like something had just stabbed her in the stomach. Her eyes were swollen, and her insides ached. Draco's last words burned in her mind. Your just another Weasley, and that's all you'll ever be...
Ginny ran her fingers through her red hair. Her red, swollen eyes scanned the grounds. Mist hovered above the Black Lake. Drops of water trickled and fell slowly off of the trees. Ginny's tears poured onto the grass.
What did he know? He didn't know anything about her! He didn't know how she felt. He didn't know how she loved him! How she missed every part of him, ever since the moment he ran out of the Quidditch changing room. She had wanted to be with him, hold him, kiss him. But what did he do? Yell at her, hurt her, shred her heart apart like the old Malfoy did.
Like the old Malfoy did...
Tears continued to pour down Ginny's flushed cheeks. He was just a Malfoy, and that's all he'd ever be.
A drop of water ran down the branch of the birch tree Ginny was standing under. It trickled to the edge, and fell off gently.
Ginny blinked and a tear rolled down her face onto the tip of her nose. It lingered for a moment before sliding off, tumbling onto the soaking ground below.
She was a Weasley, and that's all he'd ever see...
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Draco held his head in his hands. Professor McGonagall continued to drone on about something. He didn't know what was going on. All he could think about was Ginny...
He missed her. He missed her so much. His insides burned at the thought of it. He might not ever be with her again. He might not ever look into those bright, glowing, green eyes again. He may never see her beautiful flaming red hair rest on his shoulder again.
Why did he have to be so mean to her earlier? He didn't mean anything he had said. It was just his pride talking...his Malfoy shining through...
She had took a part of him with her. He just didn't feel in the same. It was like an empty hole was in his chest, and no one could fill it up but her. Why did he feel like this? He had never felt like this before. Never cared for anyone like this before...
He had fell for a Weasley. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't it have been a Slytherin? Why did it have to be a Gryffindor..?
The Hufflepuffs sitting in front of Draco kept murmuring and turning their heads to look at him. What were they looking at?
Draco let his thoughts wonder back to Ginny.
She still had him. He still loved her. He didn't think he could ever stop. He didn't think this empty hole could be filled up again until he held her in his arms once more. He didn't think he would be the same again until she gave him back what she took.
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"Look into the eye of the future!" Professor Treleway screeched, shaking the crystal ball in front of Colin Creevy's face. He slouched down into his seat. Ginny chuckled quietly to herself before returning once more to her solid, glass ball. She scrunched up her eyes in frustration and huffed, determined to see a face, or anything, in the crystal ball. All she saw was the gleaming reflection of her face shine on its glassy surface. She sighed. It was no use. She couldn't concentrate hard enough. Not with everything on her mind.
The scent of perfume and herbs reached Ginny's nostrils. She breathed in deeply. Professor Treleway's classroom always made her sleepy. Since she was the Divination teacher, she always had the hot fire burning in the corner, and herbs burning throughout the room. Ginny eyes began to slowly droop.
A few Gryffindors beside her were whispering. One girl with dirty-blonde hair turned and looked at her before turning back to her friends. Ginny knew they were talking about her. Her and Ron's conversation had been loud, and several people had heard it. Secrets weren't kept in Hogwarts...
"Can no one see anything in the crystal balls? Concentrate my dears, concentrate! It's all in the inner eye." Professor Treleway crooned from the other side of the classroom, waving the crystal ball above her head dramatically.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open and shut. She needed to work on the crystal ball...
It felt so warm in here...
She needed to wake up!
Just one more minute...
She was flying through the air on her broomstick, the wind whipping against her face...a quaffle was chasing after her...it had a mouth and teeth...they were chomping and chomping... but then everything seemed to change...
Suddenly she saw a pair of big red eyes... a cold, high voice was laughing... "Not much longer now, not much longer..."..."She will die..."...it laughed..."SHE WILL DIE!"...
Ginny jerked awake. Her clammy hands were clenching the rug on Professor Treleway's floor. Her eyes were watering and everything around her was blurry. Faces zoomed in and out of focus. She staggered up, trying to stand on her feet, but it wasn't working. She felt dizzy and sick. Ginny lost her balance and gripped the table beside her. Everything around her was spinning.
"GINNY! Ginny, what's wrong!" a frantic voice called out.
"Is it a vison, my dear! TELL ME! What did you see! What have you foreseen?" A dreamy and ecstatic voice spoke. She felt someone grip her shoulders and shake her violently.
"Stop shaking her, can't you see something is wrong!" the first voice argued, grabbing Ginny's arm and pulling her away from Professor Treleway. They picked her up and cradled her in their arms. Ginny heard a door creak open the distant voice of Treleway shriek.
"DON'T TAKE HER AWAY! SHE MIGHT LOSE THE VISION!"
The voice seemed far off though. Ginny could hear footsteps creaking down the stairs. The person holding her breathed deeply in and out. Ginny's vison was still blurry and she couldn't make out her surroundings.
There was a distant "clink" as the persons feet hit marble floor.
Ginny turned her head towards the persons body. They had a built chest. It was definitely a boy. It even smelled like a boy.
"Who'reyou?" Ginny mumbled, her voice quiet and faded. Her body was limp in the persons arms.
"It's okay, don't use your energy to talk. Your alright now." the voice of a guy replied. Ginny heard the creak of another door. The voice sounded familiar...
Ginny listened as she heard another set of footprints approaching them.
"What happened?" the voice sounded worried and frantic.
"She fell asleep. I think she might have been dreaming. She was twisting and writhing around on the floor. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was gripping the rug like it was the last thing she had. I don't know what happened. I didn't know what to do----"
"It's alright, I've got her. You can leave now" the voice Ginny recognized as Madam Pompfrey spoke.
"Are you sure–"
"Yes, yes, she's fine. Go." Madam Pompfrey bustled.
The boy gently laid Ginny on the hospital bed. She left his hand swipe against her wrist...it reminded her of someone. But she couldn't remember...
She listened as she heard his footsteps walk slowly away, and heard Madam Pompfrey rush up beside her.
"Drink this.." she spoke softly, while slowly tipping a potion into Ginny's mouth. It felt warm against her lips.
"Whowasthat?" Ginny muttered softly, pointing a lazy finger at the direction she thought was the door.
"Mr. Malfoy," she replied.
"M-malfoywashere?" Ginny mumbled, her words slumming together. Ginny felt her eyelids drooping. Everything around her was getting darker, until finally, everything went black.
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Ginny's eyelids fluttered open. Light poured in from the curtains in the Hospital Wing. She groaned slightly and rolled over. Her head was pounding. She wanted to go back to sleep...
"I see your awake," Madam Pompfrey spoke as she hustled into the room, running up to Ginny's bed.
"What happened?" Ginny asked, her face still buried in her pillow.
"I think you might have had a nightmare in class. A bad nightmare at that. Here, drink this." Madam Pompfrey replied, slipping a glass bottle into Ginny's hand. Ginny made herself sit up and tip the potion down her throat.
"Take this each night before you go to sleep. It should help stop the nightmares." Madam Pompfrey stated, handing Ginny a few more bottles, holding what looked like a purple and green mixture.
"Thanks," Ginny replied. She sat up more firmly now. Suddenly all the memories from the night before flooded into her mind.
The Dream. Professor Treleway. Draco.
"Um, Madam Pompfrey, who carried me in here last night?" Ginny asked innocently. Maybe she had imagined it all. Maybe it wasn't real.
"Why, Draco Malfoy. Why do you ask?" Madam Pompfrey replied, cocking her eyebrow in suspicion.
"Just wondering," Ginny hastily replied.
"Well, I think it's alright for you to go. Lunch should be about to start soon. Just go and change and return to your daily classes." Madam Pompfrey stated," Oh, and don't forget to take that potion!"
"Alright, thanks," Ginny replied. She got up slowly and started walking back to the Gryffindor common room. She was dressed in pajamas that had obviously came from the Hospital Wing, since they were baggy and all white. She hoped no one would see her.
"Wolfsbane," Ginny spoke to the Fat Lady. The portrait swung open. The common room was empty.
"Classes must still be going," Ginny thought. She slowly started to make her way to her dormitory. Ginny couldn't help but wonder about Draco.
What was he doing in her Divination class? Why did he carry her? Wasn't he mad at her? What was wrong with him?
Ginny sighed. Things just kept getting more confusing...
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"Go to Dumbledore," Hermione spoke sternly, anger rising in her voice.
"Hermione I really don't want to—"
"You better go! This is, how many times now?" Hermione snapped.
Word had already spread about Ginny's seizure in Divination. Even at this moment students in the Great Hall kept turning towards her and whispering. The fact that her and Ron's conversation the previous morning was spreading like wildfire wasn't helping either.
"Fine," Ginny grumbled, recognizing defeat. She dropped her fork dramatically on her plate and placed her head in her hand. She was still mad at Hermione, Harry, and Ron for what they had done, even though Harry and Hermione didn't do anything. Ginny sighed.
"I guess going to Dumbledore is the right thing to do..." she thought.
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Ginny slowly walked down the corridor. Dinner had just ended, and she was going to Dumbledore's office to tell him about her dreams. She walked slowly, trying to think about what she was going to say.
"Hey Headmaster! Just wanted to tell you I had a bad dream! Alright, bye!" Ginny announced sarcastically, rolling her eyes when she was done talking. This was going to sound really stupid. Why was she even going to Dumbledore? It was just a dream...
But that was just it. It was a dream. But if it was a dream, why did everything seem so real? And why did she continue having them? Do they mean something like Harry's sometimes do? She was hoping maybe Dumbledore could answer some of these questions. Maybe her mind wouldn't feel so clouded.
Not that getting rid of this problem would help much. Another thing bothered her just as much as the dreams did.
Draco.
They still hadn't made up, and Ginny was wondering if they ever would. Why did he carry her to the hospital wing? At dinner Draco barely glanced at Ginny. What was wrong with him?
Ginny was about to turn the corner that led up to Dumbledore's office. How was she supposed to get into his office anyway?
Ginny's question was immediately answered as she saw Professor McGonagall pacing in front of the gargoyle. She looked worried and grim, but once her eyes met Ginny's, she gave a short, stern smile.
"Good evening Miss Weasley. Professor Dumbledore is in his office waiting," she announced. She wasn't looking directly at Ginny when she said this. Ginny wondered why.
"But how did he know–"
Professor McGonagall gave another weak smile and gestured towards the gargoyle.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," she spoke sternly. The gargoyle that blocked the entrance to the Headmasters office immediately sprang to life. Ginny chuckled silently about the password.
"Proceed," Professor McGonagall finished, gesturing again towards the now moving staircase. Ginny nodded her head and McGonagall began to walk away.
Ginny stepped on to the first step and felt herself begin to move up and up. Before she knew it, she was looking at the wooden oak door that led into Professor Dumbledore's office. Ginny knocked quietly.
"Enter," Professor Dumbledore answered feebly from the other side of the door. Ginny slowly pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Shiny, silver instruments buzzed and whizzed around her. Portraits of other Headmasters and Headmistresses snoozed soundly in their sleep. Professor Dumbledore was sitting quietly in his armchair behind his desk. Behind him the sun was setting and pinks, blues, and yellows filled the sky. His blue eyes twinkled in the dim light.
"Good evening Miss Weasley. What can I do for you?" Dumbledore smiled, clasping his hands together in front of himself and laying them gently on the desk.
"Well, professor, um, I don't really know how to say this," Ginny twitched nervously, rustling her feet together on the floor.
"I will not judge you by anything you say. Your problems, are mine," Dumbledore smiled. It was like he already knew what she was going to say.
"Well, headmaster, I've been having these weird nightmares lately. I'm not sure if they mean anything, but you know Harry had those dreams last year and I just though I'd tell you—"
"Go on," Dumbledore urged politely.
"Well, in these dreams, I see Malfoy. He had tied me to something and I coudln't escape. I kept thinking he betrayed me and stuff like that, and then all of a sudden he changed into Voldemort. Lately I've just been skipping the part where he changes, and keep seeing a pair a big, red eyes." Ginny rushed. She fumbled her hands nervously in front of her.
"And you've been having these dreams regularly?" Dumbledore asked, concern in his voice.
"Yes, almost every night since I arrived. They are really bad too. I wake up screaming. I had one in Professor Treleway's class yesterday.." Ginny added. She watched as Dumbledore stared out of the window behind him. His blue eyes twinkled and shined.
"Yes, yes I heard about that. Madam Pompfrey took the time to tell me this morning. She gave you a potion to take, correct?" Dumbledore asked, although he knew the answer.
"Yes," Ginny replied.
"Make sure you take that potion every night before you go to sleep," Dumbledore spoke sternly, his eyes directed back to Ginny,"and just try and get a good nights sleep. Dreams are just dreams, Miss Weasley. Although sometimes, one may be a little different..." His voice trailed off.
"Thank you Professor," Ginny spoke politely as she turned to leave. Relief swam through her body. Those words had been so comforting to hear. Especially coming from Dumbledore.
"Oh, professor.." Ginny added turning around and facing Dumbledore once more.
"Yes, Miss Weasley?" he asked, his eyes dancing in the fading sun.
"How did you know I was coming?" she asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Ah," Dumbledore chuckled, a small smile appearing on his aged face," you and Miss Granger don't exactly talk very soft do you?"
Ginny's cheeks turned red with embarrassment. "Sorry Professor. Have a good evening," she spoke while turning back to the door. She smiled slightly, knowing that Dumbledore hadn't been telling the whole truth about how he knew.
A/N: I hope this wasn't as awful as I think it is! Be nice. I know this story seems so unoriginal right now, but it is my first fanfic. I hope you'll stick with me until the end. I'll try and update soon! Thank you for reading, and remember to review!