Helping a flame

by coldflamez

Hiatus/May Never Be Completed! D/G. Continued from oneshot. In which the golden boy isn't so golden, the youngest Weasley got in over her head, and Slytherins aren't half as bad as everyone thinks. plot bunnies have taken over

8. Tom, again

Draco couldn't sleep. Stupid Weasley just has to hog the blankets. And the pillows. And the bed. He turned on his side. What was I thinking? Two months with her? I mean, yeah, humiliation and general annoying a muggle-lover aside, two whole months? And then theres Blaise. I think the hot sharp knife would be a nice tool. No, wait, make that a dull hot knife- blunt objects hurt so much more. Hmm… and a tickling charm; not too strong, not to weak, just enough to leave him gasping for air as I cut-

Ginny stirred a little. "No. I won't. just not gonna." She mumbled.

And she talks in her sleep? I can't take this! Maybe I can sneak out. Turning on his side, he slowly made his way closer to the edge. This is no different than leaving girls after a good shag. Ginny stirred again. Sure, and I'm laying next to a wonderfully sweet and well brought up pureblood. He got one foot on the floor. Almost there. And then the next. Okay, now if I can just get up without the bed shifting to much.

"No Tom. I won't go back. Not to the Chamber." Draco froze. The Chamber? As in the Chamber of Secrets? What the fuck? Turning back towards Ginny, he strained to hear what she was mumbling.

"Won't… how could you… kill… No. No! Not again!" Ginny sat up breathing hard and sweating.

Oh shit. Draco tried to sit very still. If I don't move, maybe she won't notice me.

Ginny screamed. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing here?! Where's Blaise?" She looked at Draco again, then down at the shrit she was wearing. "Ah! I'm going to kill him. Maybe with a knife. No, too simple. I know, I'll use a rusty cheese grater! It'll be perfect. His death will be slow and agonizing, then I'll bury him in the Forbidden Forest."

"So Weasley, talk to yourself much?" Draco couldn't help himself.

"And you! What the fuck do you think your doing here!" The tiny sparks began to appear again.

I'm definitely going to kill Blaise. Maybe I'll use Weasley's idea. Draco backed away as far as he could. "Calm down Weasley, just calm down."

"Calm down?! Calm down?"

Draco tried to scoot back farther and fell. Ginny heard a very lound 'thump'. She scrambled to the other side of the bed. "Malfoy?" He didn't stir. You've got to be kidding me. "Malfoy?" she tried louder. Shit!