Hello beautiful people. So this is the 3rd grand installment of my humble Drinny fic. Plzz send me reviews and tell me what you think! Btw the reviews I got so far were amazing thank youuu. I promise more action is coming soon! And yeah ik this chapter is realllly long and I hope you like it and i included soft core shit and so yehahhhhs
GINNY:
She didn't feel well.
Earlier that day, after another stupid divination lesson, Ginny had lunch. Not feeling up to eating with the others, she cut out early to go up to her dorm to read (finally) Malfoy's diary. She bounced up the ever-changing stairs and out into the fourth floor corridor, making to go up to her room and delve into the book. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice Seamus Finnegan as he started walking with her until he threw out a 'Morn' Lass' in his deep Irish brogue.
"Oh, Seamus." she said. She let out a small sigh. Couldn't he wait until another time? Ginny was too busy wondering about Malfoy to flirt with 'Shay Shay', as Lavender called him.
"Somethin' on your min'?" he asked, frowning a bit.
Ginny instantly felt a bit guilty. After all, he was just trying to be nice. And how did he know she didn't want to talk? He was just being nice. "No, Shay, everything is fine," she put on a bright smile. "How've you been?"
He smiled, letting his turquoise eyes sparkle. "Oh I've been alrigh'. Although I reckon I'll be better when you let me be yours." he said, laughing. Seamus was just teasing her, she was sure. But still, it was nice to be noticed by someone, even if it was just Seamus.
"I'll be yours when I'm sure Laven-dear won't rip my head off." She raised her eyebrow.
"Oh don' be sore with me Gin-bug. Tu as mon coeur." It was pretty sexy when he spoke to her in French. She never knew how he learned it, but she had to admit it was nice to hear him speak it.
In all fairness, there wasn't a whole lot that wasn't sexy about Seamus. He was tall and a bit top heavy, with muscular arms and chest. He had sandy blonde hair, a bit on the shorter side. The small dusting of freckles travelled across his nose, which made his cheeky little lopsided grin something close to irresistible. But his most impressive feature was by far his eyes. They were big and blue and bright, and he knew it. Shay had been known to say that he could charm the Loch Ness Monster back home with nothing but his eyes. He quickly shut up, however, when Pavarti Patil once asked 'Isn't the Loch Ness Monster Scottish?'
As they arrived at the Fat Lady Portrait, Ginny turned to Seamus and bid him adieu as she went up the stairs on the right. Trying to look nonchalant, Ginny sauntered to her dorm, then, checking to see that it was empty, shut and locked the door. She ran to her trunk and threw open the top. After searching wildly for a few seconds, checking under her Spellotape and a pair of unsightly knickers from her mother, she extracted the small, green, leather-bound book she took from Draco. Wait, no, borrowed. The book she borrowed from Malfoy.
Taking great care, she slowly opened the deep forest colored book and looked at the title. The inner cover contained only the words; Property of Draco Malfoy in precise, silver penmanship. She slowly turned a page and almost shivered. Quit being an idiot Ginny. It's just a book. But it didn't feel like any ordinary book. It seemed to emanate from the pages, especially when she held it. It was almost as if it held magic, like Tom Riddle's diary…
No, Ginny. She scolded. Don't think about that. It's over now, it's all over and he can't hurt you anymore. He's gone.
But she couldn't shake the feeling of a sort of presence in the book. Regardless, she brushed it off and read;
Diary, 9/24
It has been a long day. I cannot shake the feeling that maybe I will not do the Dark Lord justice in my mission. The reason he chose me is unknown. For the honor, however, I am grateful. I only wish I knew exactly what I was doing.
Today, she was in the library, looking beautiful as she always was. Though I will never tell her, (as I am certain she will never see feel the same) I can still pretend that she does not detest me. Perhaps in a perfect world.
Ginny frowned. This did not sound like the regular Draco she knew. Flipping through the small book, she noticed that he only wrote in silver ink. This puzzled her. More than once she had seen him write specifically in black ink, not that she had spied on him or anything. Maybe when he wrote in black it faded to silver? It was admittedly a strange idea, but Ginny had no others, and decided to test it out.
Taking out her silver ink, she grabbed a quill and dipped it in the pot. Trying to recreate Malfoy's precise scrawl, she wrote, very simply, 'Draco'. Her hand wasn't that different from his, and after deciding it was close enough, picked up a black inkpot and wrote the same. It looked almost identical to the first, but instantly started to fade. However, instead of just changing to silver, it faded completely and left the parchment free of all black ink.
Ginny felt a strange sense of déjà vu, before seeing herself in her first year, scribbling into a small black leather-bound book, very much like the one she was currently holding, pouring her heart out to a boy named Tom. And, much to her horror, six cursed words appeared on the page in an all too familiar script;-
Ginerva, dear, it's been too long.
She threw down the journal into her trunk and screamed, running from the room.
She walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts, exhausted and worried. And Umbridge did nothing to improve her mood, however shocking it would seem. She took an empty spot in the back of the room, wondering how the book knew it was her. It wouldn't be enough to say she was scared, because in reality she was terrified. Terrified of the fact that he was back in her life, and he knew it. She only hoped that she could return the journal before anyone noticed. Especially Draco.
Ginny decided to try and read more, see if she couldn't decipher how the book knew it her. Or how Voldemort knew it was her. Managing to fake a smile and nod halfheartedly when Umbridge looked her way, she let her mind wander. What sort of dark magic Malfoy had used to be able to contact the person in the book? It couldn't have been Tom, right? Right. Harry had destroyed him in her first year. But then who was it?
All the questions were making her brain hurt, and Gin thought that if she should ask anyone about NEWT level magic, it would be Hermione. Not only was she exceptionally smart and good at magic, but she was Ginny's friend too. Even if she was a bit anal.
Resolving to talk to her later, she wrote down the homework, a role and a half of parchment on the dangers of werewolves (Ginny was livid). Walking out of the class, she spied Draco coming up hall the opposite way. They locked eyes, his gray ones boring into her chocolate ones. He seemed to say 'I know what you did' and 'you're going to be sorry'. It sent shivers down her back and up her arms. And it was like he knew it. He broke contact, then brushed past her as if she didn't exist. However, their hands touched, and she felt a little weight being pressed into her palm. Looking down she noticed it was a small note, folded thrice over. What the bloody hell is he getting at? She wondered. Deciding to read it later, she walked up to her common room, gathering her books for her Care of Magical Creatures class, almost forgetting to bring her heat protectant gloves along. They were a gift from the Fred and George at the beginning of her third year, when she started taking the class with Hagrid. Although he meant well, he sometimes had a hard time telling the difference between what was and wasn't 'safe' for his students.
She spied Malfoy's journal, sitting innocently on the desk where she left it. Not wanting anyone else to read it, she shoved it down far into the bottom of her trunk and hid it in the lining near some old fourth-year books. She never wanted to see it again, much less have any of the other girls in her year see it. Though she wasn't close to any of them, she certainly didn't want anything bad to happen to anybody, and hiding the book just seemed like a good idea.
Working her way through the rest of her classes, Ginny couldn't keep her mind off of Draco. His diary, his note, his very being worried her, and that day in courtyard only made her want to avoid him more. She'd been doing a good job so far, but she wasn't sure that she could keep it up much longer. He actually scared her. Badly.
Later that evening, Ginny walked into the Great Hall. Accompanied by Hermione, Ron, Harry, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Pavarti, Collin, and Neville, she made her way to their table and took a seat. She felt better, with her friends all around her, not as afraid. Even the knot in her stomach was starting to ease, and she felt as though she might be able to eat a bit, too.
"Alright there, Gin-bug?" It was Collin Creevey, one of the only friends she had in her year. Despite both of them being in advanced classes, they both knew what it was like to fawn over Harry (Not that he ever returned the favor). And they had both been involved in what went on in their first year. And to think, if Collin hadn't toted around his camera all the time, he would've been dead. Ginny shuddered at the thought.
"Yeah Collin, I'm alright. Just a bit tired is all." She managed a weak smile before turning back to her Shepard's pie. She hated lying to Collin, really she did, but she couldn't tell him the truth.
He saw right through her. "Come on Gin, you know that I know that's not all. Tell me."
Trying to think of something that would curb his curiosity, she looked around and saw Umbridge and Snape in close proximity, speaking quite fervently. "Uhh," she said, finding it hard to tear her eyes from the pair. "It's my OWL's. I'm bloody stressed and I'm not getting any of my lessons" –that part was true at least– "and I feel like he stupidest bint in our year."
Collin just put an arm around her, as per usual, and said; "It's okay Ginny. You'll do wonderfully. You're a damn good witch, you can hex anyone into next week, and you're already in advanced classes, hell, it's your first time doing your OWL's, and bloody hell you're at the same level as Ron and Harry! Harry Potter, Ginny!" Collin shook her shoulders for emphasis. Even though she wasn't even worried about her OWL's, it was still nice to hear all of that from her friend. She wished it was from Harry, but still.
"Thanks Collin," Ginny replied, hoping he would leave her to her thoughts. Thankfully, he did.
They all dispersed, one by one and two by two, until all that was left at the table were Oliver Wood and Angelina Johnson with some of their friends. Ginny envied them, mentally cursing all the students for not having the Dark Lord's presence hanging over their heads. She, on the other hand, now had Voldemort's presence basically engraved in her brain—for the second time!
But then again, it was her fault. She had to take his diary. As if he would've ever considered liking her. And why did she care? He was a rude, slimy, git, and he hated her. Weasley = blood traitor. Malfoy = pompous bastard. Get it through your head Ginny. You weren't meant to be. He loathes you, and you should get on his level.
She felt someone staring at her, over by the Slytherin table. Slowly lifting her head, hoping all the while it wasn't him, she painstakingly met the gaze of none other than Draco Malfoy. Fucking hell. His stare was bearing down on her, making her feel exceptionally small. She glared at him, trying to cover the immense amount of butterflies in her stomach, however unsuccessfully. Ginny got up, hoping to be inconspicuous, and left the hall, emitting as much confidence as she could muster.
Walking out into the corridor, she felt a bit of a weight being lifted off of her, as though she were no longer being treated like a bug under a microscope. Ginny wanted to run back to her room, to take a long hot shower, to tell Dumbledore. Turning around to a deserted corridor, she thought of all the things she had to do, first of all tell the Trio. They weren't the best, but they were her friends.
But before she could make up her mind, she felt to hands brush up either side of her waist and push her back into the wall. Hard. Her head hit the bricks behind her, making her head spin and darkening the corners of her vision. Through her dizziness she saw white blonde hair and silver gray orbs staring back at her.
Draco stood in front of her, seemingly oblivious to her protests and efforts to free herself. "Going somewhere princess?" he asked. He was holding her by her sides off the ground, and Ginny couldn't think straight.
"Get off of me." She said. Ginny tried to hit him or kick him or something to get him out of such close proximity that was developing between them. Squirming wildly, Ginny looked for some sort of escape, but saw none. She was trapped.
"Or what?" he asked, his voice dripping seduction. What the hell was going on here? He had never even spoken to her until the scene in the courtyard, and even then it was only to get his diary back. Was that what this was? Or did he have any sort of ulterior motive.
He pressed his body against hers even more. Ginny was surprised that he couldn't feel her hammering heartbeat through her chest. "Just tell me what you want, Malfoy. And leave me alone."
"Oh, what's this? Not so confident now that you aren't heaving your chest towards me? Not that I don't appreciate your enthusiasm, but don't think I'll melt at the first pair thrown my way."
Shit. Ginny tried to see through the fog that crowded her mind, but it proved very thick and she couldn't function. "What do you want?" she repeated.
"I want what's mine, got that through your head, Weaselette? You know exactly what I'm talking about, it seems as though you've just read the entire journal. And now I need it back. That is where you come in." he pointed the her, never breaking eye contact while one of his hands still pressed her against the wall, her feet almost touching the floor. "You can give me the book, Ginerva," He lay his free hand on her bare thigh, (which he moved up promptly under her skirt) making small circular motions with his thumb. "Or I can take the book."
With this her mind snapped back into reality, understanding what he meant. But he couldn't possibly mean to actually hurt her, could he? Sure they hexed each other once in a while, but he wouldn't mean to hurt her, well, that way. No, he couldn't. Malfoy was just trying to scare her.
It wouldn't work.
She looked him defiantly in the eyes, tipped her chin up a little to signify importance, and said, very clearly; "You can have it back when I choose to return it to you Malfoy, or I'll tell Dumbledore everything." She saw a flicker in his beautiful gray eyes. It looked like rage, or at least something damn near close. Gin decided to go on before losing her nerve. "Do you think I don't know that you're with Voldemort? Did you think that my entire first year wasn't filled with his presence? By his fucking diary? Your father did that to me, Malfoy. And by Godric I swear your whole family is going to pay." She said the last sentence with vengeance she didn't know she had. Malfoy looked as if he had just been slapped, and only then did she realize that it was all true.
His hold on her lessened, yet she could not move. When he did speak however, it was a surprise to Ginny. "I am not my father."
This shocked her into silence as all of his sexiness was gone, replaced by pure angry passion. She swallowed as he continued. "You have no idea what sort of hell I've gone through, Weasley. Not you and not your goddamned muggle loving family. You think I wanted this?" He forcibly shook her, pushing her into attention. "And you will give me back that book, or I'll wipe out your whole family. Do you understand?" he asked.
It was so strange. Ginny heard his threats, but could only focus on his eyes, and his voice. In his eyes, there was none of the usual malice and quick witted cruelty. It was something personal, something raw. He was hurting, she could see. And his voice, in where it was usually smooth and musical, was now cracking and shaking. He looked like a wreck, as if the very foundation of Draco Malfoy was cracking. She also noticed the way his features now sagged, and up close the bags under his eyes were more prominent, as were his sallow cheekbones. No matter how she looked at him, Ginny saw how he was tragically beautiful, and couldn't help but pity him.
"Do you understand Ginny?" He asked again. He shook her with so much force he nearly slammed her into the wall. His eyes were wild, searching hers.
Only one comprehending thought that went through her head. "Ginny," she whispered. "You called me Ginny."
Understanding seemed to flood through him too, as he finally released her and backed away. "Tonight," he said, breathing heavily. "Read the note, and meet me tonight."
He turned and hurried down the hall, leaving her dazed and confused.