Author Notes: I finally finished. I am not really sure what is going on in the story but I hope it mkaes more sense to all of you fabulous readers!
Disclaimer: If I owned HP I would be celebrating my marriage with Tom Felton and dancing the chicken dance. Seeing as I am NOT married to Tom I think it is sfe to say that I DON'T own Harry Potter and other characters I am merely stealing them and manipulating them to create a completely weird fantasy of mine.
Mentor Teacher Friend - Chapter 3
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No matter how hard I fight I can't get rid of Tom, he is everywhere. The figure which is grabbing my shoulders pushes himself closer to me, his arms wrap around my back he presses my small body up to his. I can feel the muscles in his arms strain to control me; this is when I wake up.
I see Draco hugging me, his arms wrapped around me in a protective embrace. Then I realize that I must have been fighting him, I hug him back, then I start to sob, my body convulses with the force, I feel horrible, I hit Draco. But Tom, he was coming after me, I was being watched, I was being chased. I thought I was going to be killed.
"I, I ..." I sob; I don't seem to be able to form sentences.
"It's okay, ssshhh, its okay." He comforts me, he holds me sobbing close to him, I feel the warmth of his body, and realize that I am safe, nothing is going to happen to me as long as I am wrapped in Draco's embrace, nothing can hurt me while he is protecting me.
I feel him loosening his arms, his body retracting from mine. I don't want him to go; I want him to stay with me. I want him to be beside me tonight. Then I hear a crack of thunder, I grab him in fear, a small scream escapes from my lips.
"Please, don't," I whimper, fear evident in my voice.
"I won't go," he say softly, the strength in his voice clearly heard.
He sits on the bed beside me, and comforts me. I don't usually like to be this weak but I don't like storms, but then Tom was here, he was in the room with me. He is watching me; I can feel his eyes, his haunting eyes following my every move. I cling to Draco tighter and tighter, I feel Tom's presence all around me.
Eventually I fall asleep, my dreams and thoughts plagued by Tom. It makes me feel unnerved, I can't seem to contain him, I have always had him in the back of mind but right now he is coming back, he has returned and I can't do anything about. I have now way to protect myself; I need a shield, something that will keep history from repeating itself.
The next morning I wake, I open my eyes and I see Draco, he is still in the same bed as me, his strong arms wrapped around me, our legs entwined, his presence makes me feel comforted even if he doesn't know that. I try to gently pry myself from him, reluctantly I must add, it is quite enjoyable. I must have a shower and wash my hair, I like to think that when I wash my hair I am washing away all of my problems they are all coming out as the shampoo runs down my back.
I manage somehow to separate us, I grab my bathrobe and head into the bathroom, I hang the bathrobe on the hanger on the back of the door and turn on the hot water, I always run the water before I enter, and I don't like stepping into cold showers. Once I have deemed the water hot enough I enter the shower, I love the feeling of the hot water cascading down my back, my long red hair suddenly become sleek and straight.
Then I hear the door open, this has me freaking I thought I had closed the door. I hear the toilet lid lift and the sound of someone relieving them, and then I become conscious of the fact that that is Draco in the bathroom, I think the best way to avoid the awkwardness of the situation is to pretend I am not here. I hear the toilet flush and the tap run, and then the door closes again.
I quickly jump out of the shower and dry myself on the emerald green towel which has my initials embroidered in silver. I grab my bathrobe and tie it around me, I comb my hair and then dry it, I then stare at my self in the mirror, I notice all of the flaws in my body, but today I try to find the good things. I notice that I have straight white teeth; I have luscious hair and a nice chest. I am lean, too lean but I can fix that.
I then step out of the bathroom, Draco notices me and walks in, and obviously he was waiting. I run to my trunk and pull out today's outfit. Only one more day of casual then I can go back to the school uniform. I pull on a pair of denim shorts and a grandpa tee that is the colour of pale lemons. , I then grab and black hoodie jacket and my orange chucks.
As I wait for Draco to get ready so we can go to breakfast, I reminisce on last night. I think back to the start of my dream, when I was being chased in the Forbidden Forest the fear that I felt, I reminded me of something. Maybe it was the fear of the Chamber, but I don't really remember much of that, I was knocked out for most of it, and at the time I didn't think that Tom was scary.
Luckily for me, Draco vacates the bathroom before I have enough time to get caught up in my thoughts and scare the living daylights out of me, but I am still slightly un-nerved I can never seem to shake the feeling of being watched. Draco grabs his jacket and turns to me.
"Are you ready? I am starving." he asks, obviously trying not to mention last night.
"Yeah, listen Draco about last night..." I trail off.
"Don't worry about it," he says "I understand."
"No, you don't," I say firmly "You don't get it, Tom's back. I can feel it."
"Tom?" he asks obviously not understanding who Tom is.
"TOM RIDDLE!" I shout I can feel the nervous energy pumping through my veins.
"So you're trying to tell me that Tom Riddle is back, and what? He is trying to kill you?"
"I don't know," tears were prickling at the back of my eyes, but I was not going to let them fall "I don't know what to think, I just know that he is here and it's not as safe anymore"
"Okay, I think it's time for breakfast, maybe you can clear your mind or something."
I nod and we walk to the Great Hall, the whole time I can feel myself turning around to make sure no one is following me; I don't want to be caught from behind. We make it safely to the hall, and I march over to the Slytherin table, today I choose to have a bowl of cereal. I am not quite sure of what sort of cereal I is but it tastes ok.
I listen to the Slytherins make plans for a party tonight, I listen to them talk about how to get the alcohol in, the best ways to amplify the music and the coolest and hippest way to arrange the furniture. I have no experience at parties like this so I think I might give it the slip. But I can see how everyone is getting really excited and I hate the feeling of being left out of things.
Crap! I haven't done the homework which is due tomorrow; I totally have to do it now. I turn to Draco and tell him I am going to the Library, he laughs at me for thinking about homework but lets me go anyway. Looking down at my plate, I see that I really haven't eaten anything at all, I guess some habits are hard to break, I grab a chocolate donut and stuff it into my pocket, I then run to the library.
On the way I run into Harry, he looks mad, really mad. I turn to head the other way, even though I am trying to be brave, I know that an angry Harry is not cool, sadly for me though I am just not fast enough, his dark eyes find me and he comes storming in my direction. I am starting to freak, everything about Harry's stride as domineering, I can feel his strength and power as the air moves.
"YOU LITTLE SLUT!" he yells, spit flying into my face. I must have looked confused, because he suddenly looked murderous, I was silently praying for Draco but I knew that he was in the Great Hall having a good time not caring where I was.
"YOU LITTLE TRAITOR, YOUR ARE DIRT! YOU ARE LOWER THAN THE AMOEBA THAT FEEDS ON THE FLEAS ON THE RATS! YOU – ARE – SCUM!" he shouts people are stopping and staring at us, my face is red, I feel so embarrassed. I used to think the things that he was saying was true, I used to think that whatever he said was right, but I have learnt from Draco that you never let people see your emotions, it then makes you appear invincible.
"That's – not – true!" I say through gritted teeth. My voice is level; I am trying to be calm, calm being the operative word.
"ARE YOU TALKING BACK? I THOUGHT YOU WOULD KNOW BETTER THAT TO TALK BACK TO A MAN!" he says and then he punches me hard in the face. I fall to ground; the pain in my nose is unbearable. I then feel a hard blow to my stomach, and a loud crack, I think I just broke a rib.
Slowly I stumble to my feet. He is turning to walk away, he obviously feels that he has beaten me, but he has forgotten how I grew up with 6 older brothers and I know how to hurt him. I charge after him and jump on his back dragging him to the ground. He falls quickly I feel the jolt through my body. He rolls over; now the two of us are lying side by side on the ground. He reaches for me but I weave away. I stand up and kick him hard in the gut; He doubles in pain, his scream echoing down the hall. He rises to his feet on unsteady feet. I grab him by the throat and hold his against the wall. He is grabbing at my hand trying to fight for air. But I have him with a firm grasp; no matter what he does he can't get out of it this time. His face is beginning to turn a deep red.
"You should learn to never insult a - a - a, me!" I say staring at his eyes, the fear in them evident. I then release him from my death grip and he falls to the floor. I then head back to the Great Hall. I manage to get to the end of the Slytherin table, then I feel that ground beginning to fall away from me, I feel strong hand grab me around the waist. I am mentally fine but still very sore.
"What the hell happened?" Draco asks concern in his voice. I am unable to answer my mouth is dry as I now begin to fear what I had just done. I just nearly killed Harry Potter. That's when Draco begins to hear the stories, people come crowding around us, and he picks up the story from the mob and looks down to me. He then proceeded to lift me up bridal style and leave. I clung to him my eyes closed and my face buried into his shoulder. I then felt myself being placed on something soft and comfortable.
I opened my eyes and discovered I was on Draco's bed. He went over to his school robes and pulled out his wand, he then started to cast healing spells, fixing the cuts and bruises on my body and finally mending my rib, which hadn't broken. That's when the tears begin to fall, I can feel them streaming down my face. Draco sits down next to me, I rest my head on his lap and he strokes my hair. I hear him mumbling curses but I don't listen I am concentrating on the feeling I have inside my body.
That's when I hear the door open, Draco gently lays my down on the bed and gets up, and he heads over to the door. I hear voices, they are having a discussion, and then I hear Draco shouting that he is going to kill him. I have no idea who or what he is talking about, surely the visitor isn't that bad. I open my eyes and see Professor Snape standing in the doorway, he looks mad.
Maybe he is mad at me, I did after all try to murder a student, but I was provoked. I hear the door close and Draco comes back to the bed. This time he pulls me up, and drags me to him. He holds me tightly to himself; I think this is for himself. He is gripping me and whispering in my ear that he is going to make it all better. I cling to him and cry, I seem to do this a lot but I have a lot of tears that are unshed. I would only ever cry alone. I may have been weak but crying would have made it worse, and I also didn't cry about things that are true, but it was always different when Draco said it.
Then the door opens again. This time there is a livid Professor McGonagall, she looks as if she is going to burst, she pushes someone in front of her, and it is Harry. Draco stiffens, and rises from the bed he stands in front of me.
"You can't speak to her." Draco states firmly, in a tone that I had never heard before.
"I just want to apologize," he chokes "what I did was wrong, I am so sorry Ginny, Gin-bug, and it was a mistake it will never happen again I swear."
"Go AWAY! She doesn't want to hear anything you have to say, you freaking gut less prick. I can't believe you fought with a girl! A girl who is supposed to be the most important to you as she is practically your sister. You are unbelievable; if you think I am going to sit here and listen to you then you are so wrong just GET OUT!" Draco snaps. No one has ever stood up for me before like Draco just did, I mean Ron used to before he met Harry.
"I do not believe that it is your decision Mister Malfoy; please do refrain from yelling at him." McGonagall interrupted.
"Please, no actually no please. Just get lost; you are a fat-headed prick. What did I even do to you? God, you are the one who has had it in for me since second year. I mean I used to think that everything you said mattered, but guess what you are just one small pawn in that world. Great! You have saved us all from Voldemort, but can you ever return to us what you destroyed. Think about it, your parents, have you got them back? What about me? You destroyed my family; you turned Ron against me, my own brother! I never thought you could be that heartless but you are just a pathetic little boy with a magic stick!" I scream, I feel that anger that I have harbored toward him venting out of me. His eyes are wide with shock as are Draco's and the Professors.
Harry's mouth is opening and closing, he resembles a goldfish. He has nothing to say, no one has anything to say, the Professor and Harry leave quickly and the door swings shut behind them. I look at Draco praying for his help, I don't know why I need it but I feel stronger when I have his approval. He doesn't say anything so I fall back down onto the bed, his bed. I close my eyes and hope that the day is almost over and that I can go back to sleep.
Draco comes and sits down beside me, still silent. I feel stupid, why do I feel stupid? Wait, why should I? I did nothing wrong, Harry was the one who riled me up, he was the one who threw that first punch I didn't even provoke him. And I shouldn't fell ashamed for what I said, the truth hurts sometimes but people have to forgive and forget.
He lies down beside me, his arms hanging loosely by his sides. I grab for one his hands, needing comfort, I find it and clasp, and he doesn't say anything. I don't know that he knows what to say, I did just have a major hissy fit and he had to watch.
I look toward the door, praying that it won't open again, praying that we aren't going to have anymore unexpected visitors. Draco looks at me and stares, his piercing gaze is burning holes in my skin, I feel myself blushing for two reasons, A being that I am extremely close to him and B being that he is staring at me with an unreadable expression.
"You..." he trails off. I never got to hear the rest of the sentence because of the deafening boom that filled the room. Smoke seeps in under the door, engulfing the two of us, I grip Draco's hand tighter, my heart thumping through my chest.
Where are you? I know that you are here somewhere... says the voice in my head.
I promised you that I would come back for you.
Like the rivers flow;
Like the rain falls;
Like the birds chirp;
Like the empty voices call.
I came back my precious, this time I have not intention of letting you go...
Authors Notes:
Okay, I finally finished!!! I have no idea what I am going to do next, I am hoping that something will come to me in a dream or something, thats what generally happens. BUt in my dreams I have only gotten theis far so I better start sleeping some more, but you loyal readers over the otherside of the world cough America cough, I think its about 2 or 3 in the moring where as it is merely 20 past 8 in the evening back here in Australia.
I hope that you enjoyed the chapter. PLease do give me some feedback and maybe some ideas. Tell me if Ginny is crying too much, but I have always wanted a bad boy to comfort me everythime I cried!
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