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Chapter 13: Questions

A strong gust of wind brought her to consciousness. She attempted to open her eyes only to find out that she couldn't. Panicked, she tried moving about but no sooner later she realized that she was being held down by a strong force disabling any kind of movement from her.

"Ginevra!" somebody yelled. The voice was distinctly male. She found the voice awfully familiar. She just couldn't seem to remember. "Zabini, do something! What's going on!"

"I'm doing the best I can, Malfoy!" Another male voice said. Malfoy? That's why the voice was familiar. It sounded just like Draco Malfoy's voice but something was different with his tone. Was that Blaise Zabini that she heard talking? She opened her mouth to call them but no voice came out.

She heard explosions coming from her right. She desperately wanted to open her eyes to know what's happening but her eyes refused to comply. Loud footsteps approached her. Then, a warm hand clutched her right hand. Amidst the explosions, she somehow felt secured while the hand was holding hers.

"Malfoy! Something's wrong with the Suzaku!" Zabini yelled as another set of explosions erupted.

"Ginevra, don't worry. Everything will be fine. Just remain calm and concentrate, love." She heard somebody whisper in her ear. It was Malfoy. She noticed a hint of gentleness and concern in his tone, something that she has never heard before. Another gust of wind hit them sending bits of items falling upon them. She heard two other persons casting shielding charms. She felt her breathing becoming ragged. What's going on? That was the question that she kept asking herself.

She felt a great deal of energy heading towards them. Everything just went by really fast. Before something could register in her brain, Malfoy released her hand. Afterwards, a blast went off right in front of her.

"MALFOY!" Zabini yelled.

She opened her eyes and found somebody falling right in front of her. The person had the infamous blonde hair. Draco! Her mind screamed. She sat up, catching his head on her lap. Blood was dripping on the side of his usually perfect face.

"Ginevra, don't cry." He said. Using the back of his hand, he wiped the tear that fell from her chocolate brown eyes.

"Draco, don't leave me." she cried.

"We shall see each other again, love." He told her. "I… love… you…" with the last word uttered, he fell into a deep sleep. The one in which he would never wake up.

"DRACO!"

Ginny woke up having the desire to find Draco to see if he was alright. She knew that it was all a dream but she wasn't convinced. Knowing the dreams she was having lately, one couldn't be sure. Why was she worried, anyway? She had no reason to be. Draco was Draco, the egotistical prat that she hated since birth.

She groaned. What is happening to her? One would think that she starting to have feelings for him… or maybe not.

I just need a warm bath to cool off. she told herself. Forcing herself up from the bed, she took her stuff and headed straight to the bathroom.

Ginny walked along the snow covered grounds relishing the feeling of the cold winter air. She was headed towards the Quidditch field. A nice broom ride would probably keep her mind off things. Images of Draco falling down on her lap were driving her insane. Not to mention that she was also starting to act panicky when she did not see him at breakfast. The idea that something dreadful happened to Draco was constantly in her head. To make matters even worse, Blaise was also not there.

Grabbing her broom from the closet, she made her way to the field. The moment she entered, the sight of the snow covered grounds and stands greeted her. The snow on the ground had no footprints whatsoever indicating that nobody was crazy enough like her to fly in this cold weather.

Mounting her broom, she flew towards the goal post at the other end of the field. The wind was blowing her long hair in all directions. She paid no attention and just continued on. She flew straight up and did a somersault. Next, she circled the goal posts. Sometimes, you could even see her dodging invisible opponents as she approach it.

After an hour or two, she settled herself on the stands. She found the exercise quite stimulating. She felt all her stress was being lifted as she soared through the cold air. She was starting to like the cold now. She felt at ease because all she felt was the cold air and not the pain of her present state.

She looked at her right arm. The Suzaku. How she wish that she could take it off and threw it across the field. But she couldn't. She knew that there is no possibility to escape destiny.

He stared at her. She looked so peaceful sitting on one of the stands. Despite her outwards serene appearance, sadness was reflected in her eyes. He cursed. He should be avoiding her. He knew the consequences of coming in proximity with her. Their bracelets might react uncontrollably, again. So why the hell did he followed her? Why was he watching her for hours?

Ginevra. That was the name inscribed in his bracelet. Her name. It seemed to slip from his lips like it was customary yet he never heard of the name until he received the heirloom.

The heirloom. He spent the vacation trying to summon the Seiryuu. As soon as he found out that the other legendary creatures might also be released from the bracelets, he spent most of his time attempting to liberate the blue dragon. None of his tactics worked. He felt that there must be an incident that will concern him the most to release the dragon.

Taking one last look towards her direction, he turned around ready to leave. Standing on the far left, he saw someone standing who was also staring at the Suzaku heir. The person had the famous jet black hair and round spectacles. Not to mention the lightning shaped scar that was obscured from his view. He glared. He knew of Potter's not so hidden affection towards her. He didn't like it one bit. Potter didn't like her before so what made him like her now? He'll just have to show him that this girl's his and destiny just proved it. After throwing the boy who lived a smirk, he made his way towards her.

"Do you want to freeze to death, Weasley?" Ginny turned around to see Draco standing a few feet behind her.

"I could say the same for you, Malfoy. What are you doing here?" she said as he slowly approached her.

"I was looking for a red-haired Weasel. She and I made some sort of a deal. You see, she was supposed to tell me the information she found out from her Weasel father in exchange for the news that I told her during the vacation." He was standing beside her now. His eyes were blazing with anger. "But apparently, she had forgotten about it."

"The girl might've been busy doing something else, Malfoy." She interjected. She was guilty of not sharing her bit of information but she wasn't about to tell Draco that. She just has to pretend that she was awfully busy with other stuff.

"Oh right! Could flirting with Potter be one of those activities that made her preoccupied?" he bellowed. Ooops! This is the reason why he should always keep check of those emotions. Now, she knew about what happened at Flourish and Blotts. He saw the realization dawning in her eyes.

Her eyes narrowed at him. "You were the one that threw that book. Didn't you?" she said, grabbing him in his robes.

"That is not the point, Weasley! The point is I want to know what your father had told you!"

"Stop switching the topic!" she hissed her face a few inches from his.

"Fuck, Weasley! What if I did?" he yelled at her. "He fucking deserved it! I should've even hit him with a bigger one!"

"Do you realize that his head was throbbing in pain for a good day or two! Do not do that, again."

Sneering, he told her, "Why Weasley? Do you still like him? Does the Weasel girl still like her famous Potter?"

"Do not call me that!"

"Well… answer me."

She released him from her grasp and stepped away. "It's none of your business." After uttering those words, she looked away and saw Harry Potter himself running towards their direction. She saw him giving Draco an angry look while brandishing his wand.

"I see your rescuer had come." She heard Draco say from behind her.

"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Harry spoke in a very calm voice; however, you could see his hand gripping his wand ever so tightly.

Draco gave him a leer before reaching out towards Ginny encircling his arms around her waist. He pulled Ginny very much pressed against his body. She was trying to pry his arms but he held onto her tightly. Her screams were just ignored.

"Let's see how the famous Harry Potter would rescue the love of his life in the clutches of the evil Draco Malfoy!" Draco drawled before summoning her broom and mounting it. He let out a mocking laugh that sounds a lot like a villain's.

"Let go of me, Malfoy!" she yelled at him.

"Stop moving! You don't want to kill both of us now, do you?" He was having enough trouble steering the broom with a passenger and she's making it even worse by moving about. He felt that she calmed down a bit and wasn't making any unnecessary movements. "So, are you going to tell me what happened then?" he spoke as they both ducked as they passed the trees.

Ginny sighed in resignation. No use arguing with him now. She just hoped that Harry didn't tell Ron about this or else he's going to have a fit. It was her fault, anyway. She should have told Draco about it from the beginning. Anger took hold of her when she realized that it was he who threw that book. Why was she having a fit? She knew that deep inside she was glad that someone threw that book. She was only inches away from kissing him. She could foresee the year and a half friendship with Harry falling down into pieces.

She took another deep breath before starting the tale. As she told him of the story, she wanted to lean on his chest but was debating whether or not to do it. Not long after that, she made up his mind and slowly leaned her back to him. She enjoyed basking into the warmth of his body close to hers.

She finished telling him of the story just in time for them to land on the ground near the lake. She jumped out of the broom and was startled to find out that the snow was quite deep. She instinctively grabbed his arm only to drag him down with her. Standing up, she found out that the snow went up to their knees.

"I guess this is not the most comfortable place to land." He climbed back to the broom and help Ginny to get on with him. They flew off as soon as she was ready.

"He seemed to take control of my body more often than usual." He told her. "He possessed by body again today. All I could remember was Zabini and I were getting ready for breakfast when I heard a voice very similar to yours calling me. I started to thrash about. When I came back to my senses, I saw Zabini with a busted upper lip."

"Do you reckon that they desperately wanted to be together? They have been waiting all these years?"

"Stop thinking about that romantic crap. There's more to this that that."

Sulking, she asked him, "What do you suppose the reason is?"

"I can only see one other reason why they wanted to take control of our bodies that badly. I think there's an impending danger."

"Rinden?"

"I don't know. Could be." His grip on her waist tightened as he swoop them downwards going for a Wronski Feint.

AN: Well. That's it for the 13th chapter. Thanks for reading. Please review!