Hi lovely ladies and gentlefolk, I have exams right now so naturally I have posted another chapter! I would really appreciate some feedback so please REVIEW! Another shout out to my homie Petrich0rr for being so awesome :D!
I have also changed the rating to M as this chapter contains some explicit language. SO A WARNING TO PEOPLE WHO DON'T WANT TO READ NAUGHTY WORDS, as this chapter has a grand totale of 2.
So without further ado, I present part-time pervert and full- time ghost; Mr. Draco Malfoy.
And the days went by; Draco was often found gazing out of windows onto Hogwarts' grounds he was no longer privy to. His newfound companion and roommate was seemingly indisposed at all times and the days seemed to stretch beyond deserts to the seas. A foreboding sense of melancholy was felt at all times and the bouncy little ginger payed little to no attention to the lost boys sorrows. It was a time of confusion and anger for both. However neither fire nor ice was prepared to reveal what was in their hearts and this was the greatest sorrow of all.
But on this fateful Thursday afternoon, things took a slight change. For the boy at the window noticed the locks of fire sprawled beneath an ancient oak tree, and she had at the very least five books with her.
Things had become dull and the persistent longing for something more than the curse he had brought himself grew strong.
An onlooker.
That was all he was. No longer alive, he could no longer change.
Stuck.
He would be trapped like this forever. Not living enough to make any change to this world and not dead enough for it not to matter. What had he done? In less than one year even the bright eyed red-head would be gone and with her, so too would a part of his past. Who knew who the next Head Girl or boy would be? Surely they would recognise him but they would be of a different time. There would be no connection there.
His gaze returned to her. The atmosphere beneath the oak tree was one of a calculating cold tension. This immediately struck Draco as odd. When did reading books become such a serious and deadly affair?
An immediate wave of unexpected rage coursed through his body. Visions of lying beside her in the grass shoulder-to-shoulder flashed behind his eyes. Followed by horrific scenes of him strangling her, forcing himself on her, ripping her to pieces. With an explosion it ended, a vase somewhere near him had shattered from his unprecedented fury.
So he could affect the world around him it seemed. Draco's hands trembled, he was tormented by what he had imagined. In his fit of anger he had recognised his desire of things he could never have. And like always Draco hated what he wanted most.
She tossed her hair aside and ran her fingers down her neck to her chest. A lump formed itself in Draco's throat, his fingers began tingling and as he brought his hand to the window to touch her reflection the entire thing shattered.
"Fuck."
He spun around to grab Ginny's wand which lay on her bedside table, forgetting he could no longer use it. Sparks erupted before his eyes, his ears roared and panic swelled within him. He thrashed around unable to breathe until the darkness engulfed him.
Draco opened his eyes and all he saw was white, he seemed to be standing in the middle of a cloud. The silhouette of a naked woman appeared before him and he froze dazzled by the sight. Was this an angel? Her smooth dewy skin reminded him of silk and the perspiration trickling down her back was delightful. He had never seen such a calming and arousing scene before. The angel reached for something he couldn't quite see but as she turned a horrid scar presented itself on the side of her body. He was broken in that instant, how had his angel gotten such a thing? She turned once more and her wet locks caught the light.
Draco ran.
He ran away from his moment of heaven back to reality.
Of course there would be no heaven for him, for he was cursed. He would wait in his faux angel's chambers until she finishing her bathing. In nothing but a miniscule towel, Ginny stepped out of the shower and into his nightmare. With a surprised and uncomfortable air she met his eyes.
"Oh Draco, you're back."
Having no idea what she meant, Draco shrugged and gestured nonchalantly towards her lack of clothes. Ginny shrugged back then returned after a few minutes with some soft grey trackies and a tight red midriff of the Chudley Cannons that looked as though it may have been originally quite lengthier. As she reached up to tie her hair into a ponytail, the bottom of her scar reached out to Draco's steely eyes.
"How did you get that?" directing her with his eyes, he asked tentatively paying attention to her reaction in case he had upset her.
"The war."
It turned out he didn't need to pay much attention to her reaction as her cold and quick retreat back into her safe haven (the bathroom) was clear enough. She didn't come out again.
Draco glanced at her open diary on her ridiculously messy bed, he half smiled and shook his head to her common upbringing. She was always so dramatic, everything about her including her hair screamed at you. Although often it was Ginny literally screaming at him for something or rather. When he thought of her he thought of movement, of fire, of passion, of excitement, and extreme levels of annoyance. It's as though she couldn't go a moment without catching ones attention with some aspect of her body or personality. Draco on the other hand never liked the idea of looking for attention as he never had his needs not met. His upbringing, money and platinum hair generally gave him all the attention he needed and more. He never had to fight for a thing; it was always rightfully given to him. Sucking up to people was never his method of getting what he wanted, respect was. But Ginny on the other hand was always enmeshed in everyone's lives; she was active and almost too friendly. Well with everyone bar him of course. Draco's attention returned back to the diary he had spent the last few minutes absently gazing at when he noticed the date; November eighth? That just wasn't possible! But they had barely been here a few weeks, two months hadn't passed yet- Ginny must have made a mistake and marked November instead of October. Yes, Ginny the annoying, common, attention-seeking, fraudulent angel made a mistake. Rolling his eyes Draco gradually walked to the grandfather clock in the entrance to check the date to support his theory of Ginny's idiocy. There on the moving hand of the beautiful mahogany time piece was the number eight and the word November.
"Fuck."