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The Source - Chapter Thirteen
"Speaking"
<Thinking>
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Ginny woke up rubbing her eyes and was immediately aware of her surroundings. She was still in Draco's room and was sleeping in his bed. Ginny started to panic but then smiled because she noticed Draco wasn't in the bed with her, instead he was in the chair she was sitting in last night, and was sound asleep. Ginny rolled onto her side so she could look at Draco better, and drank in the sight before her.
He was still in his robes and his legs were draped over one of the armrests. His head was leaning on the back of the chair and one of his arms was on his stomach while the other was just dangling off his shoulder and was touching the floor.
Ginny looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw the time. She knew then that he would be waking up soon, and at that moment Draco snorted a bit and he woke up. The first thing he did was to try to stretch, but being in such a small spot; he ended up pushing himself off the chair and landed on the floor.
"Ow!" Draco had landed on his side and sat up rubbing his hip furiously. He heard a giggle and looked up to see Ginny trying to stifle her laughs.
Draco frowned at her, "It's great to know it gives you pleasure to see me hurt Weasley, and to think I let you have my bed last night too," he said grudgingly.
"Well you can have it back now Malfoy," Ginny was making a move to get off the bed but was stopped by Draco waving his hand.
"No, don't bother. Did you have had a nice and comfortable sleep then?" he asked.
Draco was sitting cross-legged on the floor now and was looking up at Ginny.
"It was alright. Your beds not as good as Harry's, but I can't complain," Ginny knew what reaction he would give and thought to have some fun. Any mention of Harry and he would blow up.
As expected, Draco's eyes went wide as saucers and his mouth dropped open.
"You've slept with Potter?" he cried out incredulously
"I was just kidding Malfoy," Ginny said while trying hard to hold her laughter in.
Draco frowned. "That's just so funny Weasley," he said sarcastically while crossing his arms over his chest.
Ginny smiled sadly, "You don't have to be jealous of Harry all the time you know."
Draco glared at her, "Who said I was jealous of Potter. There is absolutely nothing about him to be jealous of."
"Exactly, so why do you hate him so much?" Ginny questioned.
Draco didn't answer. The truth was he really was jealous of Harry. He was jealous because he had true friends, he was jealous because people liked him, he was jealous because he could have fun and he was jealous because Harry had a goal in life, to save the world, where he had nothing.
Ginny had gotten off the bed now and crouched down to look into Draco's eyes.
"Think about it Malfoy." She then grabbed her bag and left his room.
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Breakfast in the great hall was nothing special, except for the fact that Draco didn't feel like eating and was poking around his food with his fork.
He was thinking about what Ginny had said. He knew why he hated Harry; it was because he had the whole world looking towards him every time danger was near. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter, the most powerful wizard in the world. Harry Potter, best seeker in all of Hogwarts. Harry Potter, the boy everyone worshiped.
And he was just Draco Malfoy, the slimy Slytherin.
Draco never showed his jealousy of Harry. He always acted above everyone, smarter, richer, better looking and very charming. But deep inside, he was very insecure and had low self-esteem when compared with Harry Potter. And he hated Harry for that.
Flocking sounds could be heard and Draco looked up to see hundreds of Owls delivering their mail. He put his fork down and waited for something to arrive for him.
<Not like I was going to eat anything anyway> he thought, when a letter dropped into his lap.
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Ginny was nibbling on her piece of toast while sneaking glances at Draco. She didn't want Draco and Harry to be enemies. In fact, they would have been great friends if they hadn't have gotten off on a wrong start. They actually had quite a lot in common. They were both really great wizards, both were rich, both were great looking and had half the girls in school pinning after them, both were charming in their different sort of way and both wanted to prove them selves before others. Ginny truly believe that they could be really good friends if they tried. But Draco was just too stubborn and proud to do that.
"Hey Ginny, the mails here," shouted Colin.
Ginny looked up and for sure, there were hundreds of birds delivering mail. Ginny put her piece of toast down and waited to see if anything had come for her. When nothing landed in front of her she flipped her legs over the bench and got ready to leave the great hall. She took one quick glance to the Slytherin table and saw that Draco had gone.
<Where did he go?> she wondered.
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Draco was holding onto the letter tightly while making his way to Dumbledore's office. When he reached the gargoyle statue, which was the entrance to Dumbledore's office, he saw that Harry was there too. Draco frowned.
"What are you doing here Potter?" he sneered out.
"I got a letter from Professor Dumbledore. Said he wanted to see me. What about you Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Harry said politely.
"That's none of your business," Draco answered back.
The two stood on either sides of the statue and didn't look or speak to each other while waiting for Dumbledore to arrive.
After about five minutes of waiting, he finally did, along with Hermione and Ron.
"Ah. Harry, Mr. Malfoy. Sorry for the delay, just had some things to attend to." Hermione and Ron immediately went to stand beside Harry and waited for Dumbledore to take them to his office.
Dumbledore said the password, 'cherry chomps,' and they all went up to his office.
"Please sit down," Dumbledore said while gesturing towards the chairs in front of his desk.
Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco all sat down and were looking at Dumbledore intently, well for Draco as intently as you could tell because he never shows what he feels in front of people.
"I called you all here today to discuss an important matter concerning the incident with Voldemort."
Harry was waiting for someone to flinch, but no one did. They were not scared of his name or him anymore.
"The advisors from the Order have brought to my attention their admiration of the amazing abilities you four have shown while defeating Voldemort. They have therefore asked for my permission to allow you all to start early Auror training, which I will grant, given that all of you will accept the offer."
Harry was very excited, he was planning to become an Auror anyway and now he was going to get a head start. This was great.
Ron was ecstatic too. He also wanted to be an Auror and now he was going to get training early. This would really blow his parents heads off.
Hermione was happy too, but also worried. She didn't want it to affect any of her schoolwork or Head Girl duties.
It was like Dumbledore had read her mind because he immediately reassured Hermione.
"No need to worry Miss Granger. Your Auror training will replace your Defence Against the Dark Arts class and at the end of the year you will be tested and given a grade just like a normal subject. Therefore it will not affect any of your other duties or classes."
"And who will teach us, Professor?" Hermione asked.
"Representatives from the Order will be coming to teach Harry and Mr. Malfoy actual defences. There will also be someone to come teach Mr. Weasley about war and planning defence skills, and another will be teaching you, Miss Granger, advanced Charms and spells. Now are there any other queries?"
The Trio all shook their heads.
Dumbledore smiled. "Good. Your first class will be tomorrow morning in the old charms room."
The trio stood up to leave but stopped when Draco spoke,
"Sorry Professor, but I'm not very interested so you can leave me out."
Dumbledore's face fell. "Are you sure Mr. Malfoy? It is a great opportunity for you."
"I'll have other opportunities," Draco headed towards the door and opened it to leave.
Harry looked at Dumbledore with a shocked expression. He didn't think anyone would actually reject such a great opportunity.
"I'll go talk to him, Professor." Harry ran out the door trying to catch up to Draco.
When Harry had descended the stairs to Dumbledore's office he looked left and right down the hall and then spotted Draco walking slowly on his left. He ran to catch up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Draco shook Harry's hand off his shoulder and turned to face him.
"What are you talking about Potter?"
"Why are you giving up such a good chance to improve your magic?"
Draco sneered, "That's none of your business Potter. Not like anybody would care whether I become an Auror or not. All they know is how great the Boy Who Lived is. But I don't care; I know I'm much better than you anyway."
"Then prove it," Harry challenged.
There was silence, and Draco and Harry were just looking at each other.
Harry really admired Draco because he had turned his back on his father to help them beat Voldemort, and he was a great help too. If it wasn't for Draco, Harry knew he would not have been able to defeat the Dark Lord. Draco was a great wizard and Harry didn't want him to lose this great opportunity just because he didn't want to work together with Ron, Hermione and himself.
Hermione and Ron were running down the hall heading towards the two boys and when they reached them they saw that Harry and Draco were just staring at each other.
Ron went up to Harry and was pulling at his arm. "Come on Harry. Don't waste your breath," he said. "The git's probably too stuck up on himself to take a good chance when it comes."
Hermione also went to speak to him, "Harry, I'm sure Malfoy knows what he's doing. And it's him who'll regret it if he misses this opportunity."
Harry looked at his two friends and then back at Draco.
"I hope to see you there tomorrow Malfoy," he turned around with his friends and left.
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Draco was lying on his bed facing the ceiling when Ginny walked into the room. She strode up to the bed and looked down at him,
"Why Malfoy?"
Draco still kept his eyes closed when answering her, "Why what, Weasley?"
Ginny sat down on the chair that was next to the bed. "Why aren't you accepting the offer to start Auror training with Harry and them?"
Draco scoffed, "You know about that already? So did Potter tell you or did you have to snoop around and wait till they talked about it?"
Ginny ignored his tone. "Neither. The whole school already knows that Harry, Hermione and Ron are taking the training, and you have declined it. And I want to know why."
"Since you seem to know everything why don't you tell me then?" Draco had opened his eyes and was now looking at Ginny.
"Everyone says it's because you're a Death Eater, so you wouldn't accept training to be an Auror. They don't know that you were in the Chamber helping Harry, so they think you know so much Dark Magic that Auror training would just be baby work to you," Ginny was sad and it showed in her voice.
Draco chuckled coldly, "Typical. The Death Eater part was predictable but the Dark Magic was pretty new and imaginative."
Ginny still had the sad look on her face, "Are you giving in to what people think about you?"
Draco sat up and leaned on his elbows, "I'm not giving in to anything, Weasley. You probably think the same way they do, so why do you care that I didn't accept it. Majority always rules. Potter can be the hero everyone wants him to be, I don't care so just leave me alone."
Ginny got mad. How could he feel so defeated? He was just as good as Harry, maybe even better. She would not let him miss this great opportunity to prove that he isn't evil just because he was feeling sorry for himself.
Ginny got up from her seat and yanked Draco off his bed. She dragged him out of his room and down some corridors. Luckily it was pretty late so no one was around, or else it would be a pretty interesting sight to see a Malfoy being dragged around by a Weasley like a little child.
"Where are you taking me Weasley," Draco growled, while stumbling to keep up.
Ginny rounded another corned and stopped in front of a wall. She knocked a rhythm from a few different bricks and then they shifted like they did to the entrance of Diagon Alley. Ginny dragged Draco in and the bricks shifted back quickly. The room was dark and cold and Ginny had let go of Draco to walk off somewhere. Draco was trying to adjust his eyes to the dark and find out where he was when he heard Ginny mutter a spell,
'Incendio!' Ginny had started a flame on a torch and was walking around the room lighting up all the other torches that were on the wall.
The room was brighter now and not as cold. Draco looked around and was amazed at what he saw. Hanging from the stonewalls, on tabletops and in cabinets were weapons of all different shapes and sizes. There were swords and axes, bows and arrows, hundreds of different sized shields and also different types of armour.
Draco walked around the room touching and observing these wonderful objects.
"What is this Weasley?" he managed to whisper out. He was so stunned by this room he had nearly lost his voice.
Ginny was standing beside him now and was looking at what Draco was looking at, the sword of Godric Gryffindor.
"This is the Holy Passage of War."
Draco snapped his head to the side and stared shocked at Ginny.
"This is one of the legendary Holy Passages?" he cried incredulously.
"Yep. It has all the weapons ever used in fighting a war. Both Magical and Muggle wars."
Draco was speechless. This room had every weapon you could possibly think of. To a powerful wizard this would be heaven.
"Here. Come with me Malfoy." Ginny led Draco to the end of the long rectangular room where there was a small stage and a few steps to walk up from. Ginny walked up the steps with Draco following and he saw a marble stand with a silver dish sitting on top of it.
"This dish," Ginny gestured to the dish containing silvery liquid, "contains visible images of every war that has ever been fought, both Muggle and Magical. It even contains the recent one you have had with Voldemort and his Death Eaters."
Draco looked into the dish and images started to appear. He saw the people from the Order gathering at the school. He saw Ron conversing with the people in charge of strategy, trying to fend off the Death Eaters from coming into the school. He saw Hermione working with the charms and spells experts, putting up protection shields and finding strong binding spells. And then he saw himself and Harry standing next to each other looking out of a window. He had his hands crossed over his chest and Harry had his hands in his pockets. They were both waiting for the last battle to begin.
Draco lifted his head away and stopped looking into the dish. He didn't want to see the fight again because he could still remember it. He walked back down from the stage with Ginny and went to look at some of the more interesting weapons.
"Why did you bring me here, Weasley?" he finally asked.
"To show you what could be possible," she whispered.
Draco turned to face Ginny, "What do you mean?"
"Every item in this room had once belonged to a great hero, warrior or fighter of evil. After they died, their weapons were placed here to be preserved and remembered. These racks here are for wands from Auror's that have died in helping defeat evil and this shelf of books records all they have done to help. If Harry died one day, he too will have his wand placed here and have his name in these books. Hopefully along with yours," Ginny was looking at Draco with hopeful eyes.
"Why would I want my wand to be placed here anyway?" Draco sneered.
"Because it would prove that you're not evil."
"So what if I'm evil, Weasley. What if I like being evil?" Draco yelled.
"But you aren't and you don't," she yelled back, "You only act evil to spite Harry and make everyone else afraid of you."
"It doesn't matter, Weasley. I really don't care. The whole world wants Harry Potter to be their Hero and Saviour, so let him be it and the public can get what they want."
"But I want you," Ginny said.
"What?" Draco said quietly
"I want you to be the hero, Malfoy. Not because it sounds good, or because you'll be famous, but because it's true. You helped defeat Lord Voldemort and are as much of a hero as Harry is."
Draco was astonished. There was actually someone in this world that believed that he, Draco Malfoy, resident evil of Hogwarts, was and could be a hero.
"Don't be daft, Weasley. It's not possible." Ginny was about to argue but Draco changed the subject quickly, "So how do these things work anyways?" Ginny dropped the subject because she knew he wouldn't listen and instead went to show Draco how the gun worked.
They stayed in the room for a few hours, lifting swords and having fake battles. They tried on some of the amours and walked around a bit but both fell down within minutes because of the weight and size of the suits. They were soon very tired and decided to leave.
Ginny taped on the wall again and the walls shifted to let them out. They walked quietly back to the portrait in front of the Head Boy room, and Ginny still had a smile on her face from all the fun they had and Draco was also smiling but on the inside.
They reached the Head Boy room and just stood there in silence looking at each other until Draco spoke.
"It's getting late. You better go back."
Ginny nodded and there was silence again. Ginny then reached into her book bag and pulled a vial of medicine out of her pocket to place into his hand. When she looked up she was staring into his grey eyes.
"You know, Malfoy. What I've always admired about you was your amazing ability to prove others wrong. It's absolutely priceless when I see the surprised looks on people's faces when you do something they never expected. I just hope I can see those faces again."
Then she turned and walked away from him back to her room.
End of Chapter Thirteen. Thanks for reading and I Hope you Review.
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