Disclaimer: Harry Potter tis not mine!
A/N: I'm trying to get caught up on all my stories. I did Ban the Tube top, now this, and the Christmas collection. I might do another Ban the Tube top and another update for this, but that's all just speculation right now. Oh, and I got the title for this chapter from a Coheed and Cambria song, just because it seemed fitting.
The Light and the Glass
"What makes you think I'm going to die?" he asked in a quivering voice.
"I…I had a premonition. You came back from the final war, and you were alive. You died when I was sleeping and I never got to say goodbye." She began to sob again.
"No, I'm not going to die. I'm not going to leave you," he whispered softly, combing his fingers through her hair. "Meet me in the Prefect Bathrooms tonight at eleven. We need to talk."
"We do," Ginny responded, pulling away and sitting back in her bed.
"Goodbye." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She gave a faint smile as he was gone with the billowing of his robes. Ginny buried her head in her hands and bit the skin of her palms.
"I'm so fucked," she mumbled to herself. Madame Pomfrey came bustling by and saw her awake and alone.
"You can go soon. I just need the results of one more test back," Madam Pomfrey informed her. Ginny nodded absently.
Ginny groaned. "I hate myself so much right now," she mumbled. She began to mutter incoherently to herself, sitting there wishing Lord Voldemort himself would strike her down then and there.
"Free to go Miss Weasley," Madam Pomfrey said, quite unhappily. "But I want to check you out again tonight after dinner." Ginny nodded as she climbed out of the bed. She was still dressed in her uniform from the night before, which was odd since usually when she visited the hospital wing she'd wake up with her pajamas on. She checked her watch and found it was 2:30. Thankful it was a Saturday (and the beginning of Easter break), she began her way to the kitchens to grab a bite to eat.
Once she had tickled the pear, she greeted Dobby and Winky and sat in a chair at a nearby table.
"What is Miss Wheezey wanting?" Dobby asked energetically.
"Hmm…Dobby, would it be too much trouble for a turkey lettuce and tomato sandwich, and some chips?" she asked. Dobby nodded enthusiastically and left her alone. She propped her elbows on the table and groaned.
"What am I going to do?"" she asked. "I'll just have to convince him not to go. I'll make him stay. He won't go fight the war. I won't let him."
"Let who do what?" a voice from behind her asked. She whipped around to come face-to-face with the object of her thoughts. "Let who do what?" he repeated, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to her.
"I won't let Ron be an ass about this whole thing," Ginny lied calmly. "He's gonna make a big deal about you and me, and I won't let him." Draco nodded, but didn't look convinced.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, noticing the worried look on her face.
"Nothing, nothing…" she trailed off. "I just…Merlin, I hate being a seer! I don't want to know what's going to happen."
"What else have you seen?" he asked quietly.
"I…I saw us in the Prefect Bathrooms. What I suspected to be the night before you leave. I kept sobbing and telling you how much I would miss you," Ginny choked out.
"I'm sorry. If I knew I'd be putting you through this, I never would've said yes," he whispered. Ginny's eyes widened and she gasped.
"You said yes? You're going to go with Harry?" she asked incredulously. "But you can't!"
"I have to. He needs me. We may be enemies, but he needs all the help he can get," Draco said to her, pushing a lock of ginger hair behind a pink ear.
"He can live without one man. You need to stay here. You'll die out there," she exclaimed.
He shrugged and stood up. "Well, maybe I can change the future. I'm only one man, but I can sure as hell try."
He began walking away and Ginny sighed. "Goodbye, Draco."
"Goodbye Ginny. I still want to see you in the Prefect Bathroom tonight," he reminded her. She nodded somberly as Dobby came by and placed the plate right in front of her.
"I'll be there." And he left.
But Ginny had suddenly lost her appetite.
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Ginny walked slowly and stealthily into the Prefect bathroom. She heard no noise and felt no presence, so she figured Draco had not showed up yet. It was 10:50 after all, and he had told her 11:00.
Ginny started the tub and sunk in, reposing herself. She loved the way the hot water would make her aching muscles feel.
Ginny relaxed for a few moments before the door creaked open.
"Ginny?" a voice called.
"Over here, Draco," she called back, closing her eyes and sinking lower into the water. When she opened her eyes, Draco was crouching in the water in front of her.
"Hey." Ginny smiled softly in response. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.
"How did things end up like this? Just two days ago we were enemies, ands now…well, now I don't know what we are," Ginny whispered softly.
"Whatever you want us to be," Draco responded, kissing her neck. She gently pushed him away and looked him in the eye.
"I didn't want to get in too deep. But I knew I was going to. It was fate," she murmured. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. "I hate being a seer! I hate it, I hate it! If I wasn't a stupid Weasley, I never would've gotten myself in this situation."
Ginny groaned. He hesitantly patted her on the back, and started to whisper soothing words to her. Ginny pulled away and sat on the corner of the bath, water beads rolling down her exposed stomach.
"Don't leave," she pleaded. "I know it's only been a day, but I just don't want you to die. I know we've had our differences in the past, but I want you here. I want you safe." Draco swam forward and placed his hands on her hips.
"I have to, but I can change fate. I promise you," he whispered, tucking a tendril of fallen hair behind her ear.
"A promise you can't keep," she muttered.
"I can keep that promise. I'll be careful. I'll come back."
"When are you leaving?" Ginny asked fearfully. She seriously dreaded the answer.
"In a week, maybe two. I've been training for a while. I'm ready," he responded confidently. Ginny furrowed her brow and a frown crossed her face.
"Too soon, if you ask me," she stated. She jumped off the ledge out of Draco's grasp, and swam a few feet away. "I only have a possible two weeks left with you? Dumbledore has gone bloody mad."
"I already promised you: I will not die. I won't let myself hurt you like that!" he exclaimed.
"IT'S NOT THAT EASY!" Ginny shouted, throwing her arms up in frustration. "You can't keep that promise! This is fate you're trying to meddle with Draco, and that's not good. The only things that come out of meddling with something unknown are bad. I hate to say it, but it's going to happen. You can't stop it, unless you avoid the situation, period!"
"How would you know?" he asked. "Huh?"
"I've tried," she responded, venom in her voice. "It's not possible. You're going to DIE out there! You can't go!"
"I can very well go and I can very well try. Just because you've meddled with fate and lost doesn't mean I won't be victorious. It's not like you can stop me anyways," he spat.
Ginny stared at him, hard, before swimming to the edge of the pool and climbed out. "Maybe I don't want to stop you. Go out there and get yourself killed. See if I give a bloody fuck. See if I spill even a single tear!" She wringed out her hair and grabbed her towels and her clothes. She performed a drying spell, and stormed out of the bathroom.
"Way to go, Malfoy," Draco muttered to himself, sinking lower into the bath water.
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Over the next four days, Ginny avoided the prefect bath completely. She had been suing the one set aside for the other Gryffindors. She made sure she was only in the dungeons corridor when necessary, and never walking alone at night. She didn't want to talk to him, and she knew that he wouldn't confront her in front of someone else.
But then Ginny started feeling bad. She started regretting all the things she had said to him. Still slightly pissed off that he had thought he could meddle with the unknown, she made no move to apologize. Ginny Weasley was one stubborn witch, and that way it would forever stay.
But that didn't keep her from venturing down to the Prefect Bathrooms that night. Ginny knew if Draco had been going there, she couldn't let him win. She couldn't let him think he had gotten the best of her (ok, he had, but that still doesn't mean he needed to know that).
Ginny crept to the bathroom in silence. When she arrived, she was partly relieved and partly annoyed that she found no one there. So Draco hadn't been coming to the bathroom to see her. She just shrugged and climbed into the tub, turning the hot water on and relaxing back.
"It's nice being alone," she whispered to herself. "It's nice just sitting here, no worries except for the temperature of the bath." Ginny let herself sink under for a moment. When she had run out of breath, she came back up to find that there was a solid barrier on the edge of the water. She pounded against it, mouthing soundless words. The water was flowing into her mouth, choking her. She began to scream as shrilly as she could, but everything was becoming dark.
"GLERP!!" She tried to scream, but it only came out as an air bubble. Then, a blinding white light appeared in front of her, she tried to shield her eyes, but it seemed to go right through her arm. She felt she might've been blinded by it, had it not disappeared moments after it appeared. Within another minute, she had given up and gone still, sinking to the bottom of the tub.
Suddenly, something tugged her upward. Something was wrapped around her waist. The barrier was gone and she felt herself being raised out of the water.
"HELP!" was all she heard before everything died away.
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An old, derelict building sitting on the edge of a town was currently buzzing with activity. Lights were shining through the windows, screams were emitting from it, and there was a loud evil cackle. Ginny found herself standing in front of this building. Suddenly, her legs were moving of their own accord, running her in. The ground was littered with the injured, the dead, and the dying.
"MALFOY!" a voice screamed, and Ginny ran towards it. There was a battle going on between Bellatrix Lestrange and Draco. Both had their wands at the ready, both had a look in their eye that said death.
"You are going to die for what you did to my sister," Draco spat, literally. He spat to the ground at her feet.
"She deserved what she got, the cowering bint," Lestrange responded.
"You filthy little bitch!" Draco screamed, aiming his wand toward her and sending a bluish-purple light at her chest. She fell back, and went into a fit of seizures. Behind her, a man stepped out of the shadows and aimed a nasty bottle-green-lighted hex at Draco. He crumpled to the ground, as Ginny began to scream.
A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to update, I've been so bust with crap you can't even imagine. This next chapter I hope is good for you guys. I racked my brain long and hard to come up with this. Reviews are the best X-mas presents for some authors :-D