1A/N: I ran into an awful problem in my story. If all of you haven't noticed, I still haven't had Christmas! That means its only been about 3 months! That doesn't seem realistic. But please try and forget reality. It's now CHRISTMAS TIME, and just don't think about how long Draco and Ginny have been together. I got so caught up in my story, I forgot about the setting. Please forgive me:(. Oh yeah, once again I did a Keith Urban song. He gives me inspiration, and I was really having trouble with my song choice! Sorry about that!
Chapter 11
"Your Not My Father"
"Little white lies on a mirror,
cut neatly in a row.
Medicine that kept me from looking in my soul.
I thought you were the answer,
to all of my despair.
And you almost had me six feet down,
but I'm still breathing air.
But you're not my god,
and your not my friend,
you're not the one that I will walk with in the end.
You're not the truth,
You're a temporary shot,
You ruin people lives and you don't give a second thought,
your not my god.
From the cradle to the grave,
temptations all around,
but no matter how good the fix,
It's gonna take you down.
Now some call it a weakness,
some call it a sin,
but it's all the same behind each game,
I see your evil grin.
But you're not my god,
and you're not my friend,
You're not the on that I will walk with in the end.
You're not the truth,
You're a temporary shot,
You ruin people's lives and you don't give a second thought.
Your not my god."
-Keith Urban "Your Not My God"
Snowflakes fell gently onto the statues around the Hogwarts grounds. Finally winter had arrived. Christmas was nearing, and of course both Draco and Ginny had to go back to their homes. Draco dreaded every minute that got nearer to when he would have to spend a whole two weeks alone with his father. Now that his mother had died, he saw no point in going back home to his cruel father. He had never acted like a father to him. He had always taught Draco dark arts, and to always go with Voldemort's side. When Draco was young, he fell into these lies. But now he knew better. He knew that not everyone who wasn't a pureblood was filth. He knew that even worst enemies, could become the best of friends. Even more than friends...
"I don't want to go," Draco spoke softly to Ginny. They stood at the end of the corridor, gazing out one of the large windows. It was about 8:00, and they had to be in their common rooms soon. But until then, Draco spent every minute he could with Ginny.
Ever since they had made up, they had been more in love than ever before. Draco was constantly thinking about her. She was what made him be able to go home to his father. Knowing that once it was all over he would see her, was comforting. She was the only person who gave him comfort. The feeling of relaxation. It felt so good to let everything out. He didn't have to worry about anything around Ginny. All he had to do was relax...
Draco watched as a snowflake fell gently onto a tree outside. It was dark, but you could still see the distant white snowflakes continuing to fall. It was beautiful. Each snowflake had its own unique place. They coated regular objects with a white glisten, and whatever they touched seemed to become more beautiful. Like how the trees glistened when the winter sun shone down upon them. Or how Draco could see the white flakes reflect and swirl around in Ginny's eyes. He watched as she turned her head towards him.
"I know. Just remember that you'll be returning here. Just remember to stay strong." Ginny spoke, her voice distant.
"I wish you could come with me," Draco joked.
"Yeah your father would just LOVE a Weasley to come prancing into the Malfoy manor," Ginny laughed. Even though she laughed, her eyes stayed serious and concerned.
She climbed onto the window ledge and propped her back up against the wall. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, and her head rested gently on the cold glass. Her breaths fogged up the mirror around her. Draco watched her lips turn a faded blue with coldness as she continued to stare longingly out the window.
Draco gently sat down beside her. He followed her lead and placed his head up against the glass. His breath began fogging up the windows like Ginny's. The side of his head grew cold.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked, concern filling every word he spoke. His breaths were icy and shivering.
"Yeah. I'm just...I'm just worried I guess..." Ginny half-talked half-whispered.
"Worried about what?"
"About you. About how you have to go to your home alone, only with your father there for protection. Worried about how everything is going to be without your mother there. Worried about what might happen. Worried about you.." Ginny choked. She seemed to be holding back tears, though she hid her emotion well.
"Don't be worried about me! Everything will be okay. I promise," Draco spoke, his voice stern. His breath still fogged up the window.
"How can you not be worried about anything Draco? You're never worried! Are you never scared? Are you ever nervous or anxious? You always seem to be so kept together. And I'm just a wreck of emotions..." Ginny chuckled, though her voice still spoke seriously.
Draco smiled slightly. "Of course I'm scared," he spoke.
"Well then what are you scared of? What is the great Draco Malfoy scared of?"
"I'm scared of losing you..." Draco whispered.
Draco slowly leaned in and kissed Ginny's cold lips. Even though he was still cold, a warm sensation flooded throughout his body. Snowflakes continued to fall gently behind them, blowing in the harsh winter breeze. He pulled away slowly.
"Do I have a reason to be scared?" Draco whispered, his lips still touching Ginnys. Ginny's eyelids fluttered as looked up into Draco's frozen grey eyes.
"Never.."
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Ginny heard the whistle of the train blow as she stepped off the Hogwarts Express.
Finally, she thought.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked behind her. Suddenly a familiar voice rang out.
"GINNY! RONALD! Oh I'm so glad you guys are home!" Mrs. Weasley, Ginny's mom, spoke enthusiastically as she wrapped her arms around Ginny. Ginny felt the air slowly leaving her lungs.
"Mom...I...can't...breathe!" Ginny gasped.
"Oh, sorry dear," Mrs. Weasley spoke as she smoothed out Ginny's sweater. Ginny had changed into Muggle clothes on the train.
"Oh Harry! How wonderful it is to see you! And Hermione! I'm so happy you all will be joining us for the holidays!" Mrs. Weasley spoke as she gave Hermione and Harry a hug.
"It's going to be bloody AWESOME!" said Ron, while punching his fist uselessly in the air. Ginny rolled her eyes. She was so mad at Ron right now.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron had sat with her on the train, after her many attempts to persuade them she was perfectly fine on her own. Ron seemed to have forgiven her incident with Draco, being so excited about the holidays. He had never apologized, but merely didn't speak of it.
Ginny had been planning on sitting with Draco in a compartment. Just him and her so they'd be able to talk before they left. But no! Ron had to come barging in, so Draco wasn't able to sit with her. She had watched him glance hopefully through her compartment window, only to realize her unwanted company. She had mentally spoken sorry to him. He seemed to understand, as he smiled and continued on walking down the isle. Luckily Ron had been to busy talking about what a great time him and Harry would be having to notice any of this.
"Let's get your trunks!" Mr. Weasley, Ginny's Muggle-loving father, spoke. He smiled warmly down upon them. He had bright-red hair just like all the other Weasleys. But he was often looked down upon as a blood-traitor, having such an obsession with the way Muggle's lived. The Weasley family was also very poor; Mr. Weasley didn't exactly make to much money in the Muggle artifact office he worked in.
Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione grabbed their trunks and heaved them through the barrier, placing them back in the Muggle world. Mrs. Weasley's short, plump body walked quickly through the crowds, and Ginny had to run to keep up.
"Fred and George are back at the house. They said they wanted to come but had a problem with something called Uncanny Unipoppers?" Mrs. Weasley called out to them.
"Uncanny what?" Ron asked, his eyebrows burrowed in confusion.
"Unipoppers. Don't ask me. There's no telling what new joke they have for their shop..." Mr. Weasley answered for Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley snorted in disgust.
Fred and George, Ginny's two twin brothers, had always been the trouble-makers in the family. Everyone in the family had been made Prefects but Fred and George. They spent their time at Hogwarts pulling pranks, joking, and keeping up their reputations as the school's troublemakers. In their seventh year they had quit Hogwarts, and opened their own joke shop: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They were always creating some new product to sell in their store. Surprisingly, they made a fortune with their joke shop. And though Mrs. Weasley admitted that they made good money, she couldn't help but still be disgusted with their choice of jobs.
"They were working on those this summer. Their supposed to be firecrackers that look like school objects. You can slip them onto teachers desks and whenever they say a certain word they'll let out an explosion. The object isn't supposed to explode, but it still needs to make the sound. That's the problem Fred and George were having this summer.." Ron whispered to Harry. Harry laughed.
"Come on boys, keep up," Mr. Weasley informed them as he ran to catch up with Mrs. Weasley's quick footsteps.
Once they got to the car Mr. Weasley had borrowed from the ministry (Harry and Ron had a bad incident involving Mr. Weasley's Ford Angelia and the Whomping Willow tree on the school's grounds back in 2nd year), they piled their trunks and cages into the back. Surprisingly, all the trunks seemed to fit into the small, cramped space. Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the back seats comfortingly, the seat seeming to stretch out for them.
Once they were on their way back to the Burrow, Ron started talking, once again, about what him, Harry and Hermione would be doing over the holidays.
"You know we have to do some homework Ron..." Hermione spoke sternly, looking at Harry and Ron.
"Oh give me a break Hermione! It's Christmas!" Ron spoke annoyingly, his hands moving about him as he talked.
"We have two essays to write and I'm not about to spend my first day back in detention with Snape." Hermione snarled.
Ginny turned her gaze to the window, not wanting to listen to them argue any farther.
She never got to say goodbye to Draco. She was so bored right now. All she wanted to do was be with him. She wanted to make sure he was going to be okay with his father.
Ginny wondered what he was doing right now...
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Draco sighed as he entered the all to familiar building he called home. He drug his trunk after him, looking around at the place he wanted so desperately to leave. It was just the beginning of break, and Draco's father was already getting on his nerves.
"Don't drag your trunk Draco; It'll scrape up the marble floors," Lucius Malfoy snapped at Draco. Draco gritted his teeth.
Home sweet home.
"Milly!" Draco's father roared. Draco heard the distant sound of scampering footsteps, and before him he saw his new family house-elf. After Dobby was freed, Draco's father had bought another house elf who had been unemployed. She had large eyes, and abnormally large ears like all other house elves. Yet there was something different about her. She looked wore-out and tired.
"Yes master?" Her squeaky voice called out as she bent into a low bow. Her long, pointed nose touched the marble floor.
"Take Draco's trunk to his room," Lucius barked as he strutted into his office. Draco watched as the poor house elf lifted his heavy trunk. She held it up over her head and wobbled as she headed towards the stairs leading up to Draco's bedroom.
Draco felt sorry for her. She had to deal with his father everyday. And he thought he had it bad...
"It's okay," Draco smiled as he lifted the trunk easily from Milly's bony hands.
"Thank you Master Malfoy," Milly squeaked as she stared up at Draco with her large brown eyes.
"No problem..." Draco answered. He pulled his trunk up to his bedroom, leaving his father downstairs alone in his office.
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Ginny laughed as she watched Fred an George sneak beetles in Charlie's , her older brother who worked in Romaina's, plate. They smiled wickedly as Charlie turned back towards his food.
"How's school been Mr. Prefect?" Fred asked lazily as he threw a grape into the air and caught it in his mouth.
"Your never going to let me live that down are you?" Ron snapped, glaring at Fred.
"Never," Fred and George replied at the same time, smiling wickedly.
"It's an honor to be a prefect," Hermione began,"It means you are smart and trustworthy."
"Then why is Ron one?" George joked, taking a huge bite into a roll.
"BOYS!" Mr. Weasley threatened, waving a fork at them.
"We know.. We know.." they replied in unison.
Suddenly everyone heard a gagging sound coming from the end of the table. Charlie stood up and ran over to the sink. He spat out what looked like a humongous, crawly, black beetle.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT!" Charlie yelled, looking over at the disgusting beetle now crawling in the sink. Fred bit his lip so hard it turned white, trying not to laugh. George buried his face in his foot, snorting with suppressed laughter.
"Fred...George...!" Mrs. Weasley threatened, her voice menacingly low.
Ginny waited for the whole scene to explode. She bent her head low and laughed. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all chuckling too.
"Glad it wasn't me..." Bill, Ginny's other older brother who worked at Gringott's, spoke.
The whole table burst out in laughter.
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Christmas arrived faster than expected. Before Ginny knew it, it was Christmas Eve and she was staring sleepily up at the ceiling.
It had been a week and a half filled with warm, delicious food, laughter, Quidditch matches, and Fred and George's usual pranks. Ginny was so tired. She couldn't wait to wake up in the morning to see her presents...
The effects of the potion Ginny still took began to take its toll on her. Her eyes drooped slowly as she began to fade off into sleep.
And though many things were still on her mind, the only thing she could think about was Draco...
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Draco glared at his father as Milly brought more food to the table. It was Christmas Day, and they were eating dinner. They were sitting at a long table; Draco at one end, his father on the other. It was weird without his mother. It was quiet and painful. The silence seemed to burn into his heart. He was getting the sensation like he had felt at his mother's funeral. How he just wanted to leave everything, to just let everything out and cry. Cry away those painful memories. Cry until everything just wasted away.
But Ginny words came to his mind.
Stay Strong.
He sucked back his emotions and continued to eat.
Draco sat quietly and placed another piece of Milly's wonderful steak into his mouth. His chewing was the only sound he heard. The incessant noise of his continual chewing. It rang in his ears. Someone break the silence. Someone stop the noise. He couldn't take this any longer.
"I think it's time we talk about your loyalty's to Lord Voldemort," Draco's father voice broke the painful silence.
Draco's insides froze. He immediately stopped chewing, and swallowed his food. His stomach gave an unusual lurch. No...
"What about it?" Draco spoke coldly, his icy eyes glaring into his father's ones.
"About how you are to serve him," Draco's father snapped.
Everything around Draco stopped. The only thing that he could see was the menacing gleam in his fathers cold eyes.
He was tired of it. Tired of everything. How did his father know what he wanted? Maybe Draco didn't want to serve the Dark Lord! Everything had changed. Ginny had changed everything about him. He didn't want to do anything that would cause harm to her. She was all he had.
Draco could feel his blood starting to boil. An anger so deep and determined swelled up inside of him. It was time to set everything straight. He was tired of it all...
"What if I don't want to serve him?" Draco spoke coldly, his eyes still glaring fiercely into his fathers.
Draco's father threw his fork down onto the table. He scooted back in his chair, though he remained seating.
"What did you say?" His father spoke threateningly through clenched teeth. His eyes protruded from his head more than usual. His long blonde hair hung behind him.
"I said what if I don't want to serve him? Ever think that maybe I don't want to grovel at a mans feet who will probably just make me do something horrible? Ever think that maybe I don't want to be a traitor to the whole wizarding community?" Draco yelled, rising from his chair. His hands shook. He could feel the anger bubbling beneath his skin.
"YOU WILL SERVE THE DARK LORD!" Lucius Malfoy spoke, rising from his seat. He didn't shake, but all the anger you needed to see was held behind his now blackened eyes. They swirled and writhed with anger and furiousness.
"AND HOW ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME DO THAT HUH? ARE YOU GOING TO TORTURE ME INTO SERVING HIM! BECAUSE, AS YOU WELL KNOW, THAT DOESN'T EXACTLY WORK ON ME ANYMORE DOES IT? I'M GROWN UP NOW, AND I'VE GOT MORE POWERS THAN YOU COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED! NOW THAT MUM'S GONE, I HAVE NO ONE TO STAY HERE FOR! I NO LONGER BUY INTO YOUR LIES ABOUT GOOD AND EVIL," Draco fumed, his voice echoing throughout the empty halls of the house,"and I no longer think of you as my father."
Milly came rushing into the room at the noise, holding a silver tray in her hands.
Draco's father advanced towards him. He glided across the floor, and in one motion, swooped Draco up and held him against the wall by his neck.
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" Draco screamed, gripping on tightly to his father's hand around his neck.
Silence.
Painful silence filled the room once again. Nothing could be heard but the sound of Milly's tray crashing to the floor. Silence. Until...
"You're not going to shame the Malfoy family any more. You WILL become a servant of the Dark Lord, even if I have to keep you here the rest of your life," Draco's father hissed. He let go of Draco and Draco fell to the cold, marble floor. Milly trembled in a corner, shielding her face with her hands.
"Make me...," Draco threatened, his voice low and soft, but more furious than it had ever been in his life. It was time to break free of this. Time to get away...
"CRUCIO!" Draco's father screamed, pointing his wand directly at Draco's heart.
It felt as though a million knifes stabbed into Draco's body. He crumpled to his knees and screamed. He could see nothing but darkness, and hear nothing but his own terrified shouts. But suddenly his vison became clearer and clearer...
His father wasn't going to get away with how he treated him...
Draco's screams became more distant, and the image of his father pointing his wand at him became more clearer.
His father wasn't going to make him serve the Dark Lord...
The image of Draco's father was clearer than ever, and Draco could feel himself rising up from his knees.
And his father wasn't going to keep him away from Ginny...
Draco threw himself up. All the pain ceased. Draco watched in amazement as his father flew backwards, completely swept off his feet, and crashed into the stone wall behind him. His hair stood up around him and his eyes were filled with anger and astonishment at the same time.
Before Milly could say anything to Draco, before his father could speak or get up, Draco flew out the front door, leaving everything behind.
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Ginny turned onto her side. The sheets around her were warm and comforting. It had been a wonderful Christmas.
She had received a brand new broom, something she had always wanted, and many other sweets from everyone else. Her stomach was full from her mother's wonderful cooking. Everything was perfect. Well, everything except one thing...
She still missed Draco. She couldn't wait until she saw his deep, icy grey eyes once again.
I wonder if everything is going okay with him, Ginny thought.
Ginny couldn't sleep.
And no wonder; She hadn't taken her potion.
Ginny rolled over off her bed. Her bare feet touched the cold hard-wood floor. She silently opened the door, trying not to wake up Hermione. She continued to tip-toe down the flights of steps until she reached the Kitchen. Everything was dark and hard to see. Now where was that potion...
Ginny heard a thump at the front door. The blood in her veins seemed to freeze, and her heart began to pound. Her head shot in the direction of the door, but she couldn't make out anything in the darkness. All she could see was the black outline of the door.
Thump.. Thump.. Thump...
There it was again. Ginny's heart pounded so fiercely in her chest, she thought it was about to pop out. Her stomach felt sick, and her hands went cold. Who was at the door at this time of night?
Ginny's heart continued to beat even louder as she walked towards the door. She made her footsteps as silent as possible, as to not tell the person who was at the door that she was approaching. With as much courage as she could, she jerked open the door.
Ginny's eyes met the familiar head of bright-blonde hair, except it was dripping wet. Ginny's heart slowed down, though her mouth hung slightly open. She couldn't believe.. It couldn't be...Why?...
"Hey Ginny," Draco's voice spoke through the pounding rain outside the door.
A/N: Did ya'll like it! I hope so! Thanks Emmie for the idea about making a flashback but I just decided to do this! It was much easier.. And there were some things I needed to get across. Thank you to all the people that reviewed. Please review! They really make me want to update faster, and their very encouraging! Also, everyone check out Victoria Lily's story GREY as I said before. IT IS SOOOOO GOOD! PLEASE GO AND VISIT IT! It is absolutely wonderful, totally original, and a heartbreaking tear–jerker! It's amazing! Also, me and emmie elizabeth have created a name together. It is EmmaAdalee, and we have one D/G story in the making posted on it. Please go check it out and review! It is mostly emmie writing and thinking up ideas; I'm just adding details and editing.
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