Everybody's Got A Story
By: Draconia
Summary: Ginny Weasely is in her 6th year at Hogwart's and she's tired of being seen on the sidelines, but she doesn't know how to change her life. What if it gets changed for her? What happens when a certain pale haired boy shows another side of himself? Will Ginny risk everything for him? Will she risk death? Would he?
Author's Notes: Thanks to my lovely editor Jamie! Just so all you guys know, I do publish this ficlet elsewhere, the unpolished version goes to fanfiction.net as soon as I'm done it, then the polished version, the version that my beta goes over, is put up at FictionAlley.org and then it comes up here cause I'm got to change the formatting. Usually the FA version and the PrtKy version go up the same day. And look out cause I sent Chapter 10 to my beta this morning! My lurvley Jamie! So That'll be up soon. Chapter 10 is also when the real R rating comes into effect. ^_~ Remember that I love reviews, and if you take the 1 minute to review, I'll let you know when each chapter comes up if you request it. ^_^ Now read on!
Rated: R
Email: luthien_anwamane2003@yahoo.ca
Chapter 9
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For what do we live, but to make sport of our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?
- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
At the beginning and at the end of love the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.
-La Bruyere, Les Caracteres.
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It was a strange feeling to wake up in a room without windows. For moment Ginny was displaced and frightened to find herself in a room filled with green and silver furnishings instead of her usual red and gold. When she turned her head to look around she found Draco lying beside her. She smiled to herself as she pulled the quilt up over her shoulders. For her this was the first time she'd ever seen Draco totally ungaurded. His features were relaxed and soft. He didn't look at all like he belonged in Slytherin when he slept. She could almost picture him being in Ravenclaw. If she'd never met him she might even say that he could be a Gryffindor. At that thought she giggled lightly and reached out to brush a lock of hair away from his face.
A sound like twinkling bells woke Draco. He'd never heard such a sound before in his life. It was usually his alarm that woke him with a harsh buzzing noise in his ears. When he felt cool small fingers move across his head he bolted upright and stared down at the other person in his bed.
Ginny ripped her hand back when Draco jumped. "I-I'm s-sorry. I Didn't mean t-to..." she could feel the tears welling up and she cursed herself for her stupidity. Thinking that he'd want her touch him in in a friendly gesture. He had been the one to say nothing was going to ever happen again. It almost broke her inside just thinking about it.
Draco gathered Ginny in his arms silently and laid back down. She was so small and delicate that he kept thinking she might shatter if he held her too tight. "Ginny," he spoke calmingly. "I'm sorry I reacted that way, I'm just not used to waking up with someone else in my bed."
Ginny looked up at hims with teary eyes and sniffed somewhat loudly. "I thought you would have woken up with most of the girls at Hogwarts. Or do you leave afterwards immediately?" she replied quietly.
He looked down at her in confusion before her words processed and a smirk appeared on his features. "I'd have to say that was none of your business Ginny. Unless you'd like to find out yourself." In a moment of unexpected cruelty he added, "Right now if you'd like."
Never would Draco have imagined that such a small hand could sting his cheek so much when slapped.
Tears were coursing down Ginny's face once again as she pushed away from him and got off the bed. "You know Malfoy, sometimes your the meanest son of a bitch in the whole wizarding world and then you're as nice as can be." she ground out angrily.
"Actually, you're wrong."
Ginny turned back to him slowly, her hands furiously trying to wipe away the tears.
"My mother isn't a bitch."
***
Inside the Slytherin Common Room, Fayth, Pearl and Kyra sat in a subdued manner around the fire.
Kyra had her nose buried inside a book as she listened intently to the conversation between Fayth and Pearl.
"No more. I'm not going to get blamed for this if it's the last thing I do." Fayth said angrily in reply to what Pearl had said.
"But if you can just say that I was with you then I'm off scott-free!"
Fayth stared at Pearl for a moment in consideration. "If you tell me where you were then I'll protect you." she replied cooly.
Pearl shook her head and turned to Kyra. "You'll defend me right Kyra?" Pearl begged.
Kyra shook her head quietly before snapping her book closed. "I'm off to breakfast. I suggest you just tell Snape where you were. He'll make sure you aren't punished if you've done something bad."
Pearl slumped into her chair and groaned in exasperation.
***
Kyra walked into the Great Hall for breakfast and the whole school was abuzz with the news of the people convicted of murdering Susan Bones. It had been announced early that morning by the House Heads. She'd found it odd that Malfoy had not appeared at the meeting. Usually he was never late for such things. Being a Prefect meant he had too. And not to spite Draco, but she'd love to see the look on his face when Snape took a verbal whip to him.
***
Ginny had fallen into the practice of counting the days before her next black out. So far she was up to twenty-four. Nearly a month and no blackout in sight. Though she wasn't stupid enough to believe it could have just ended so abruptly.
Another intriguing factor in her life was the very fact that whenever Draco, Harry, Neville and even Pearl got near her, one teacher or another would either pull them away with very urgent business or take her away. It was one thing to keep Pearl and Neville away, both quite annoying in their own respects, but why the teachers seemed to be keeping her away from Draco and Harry went beyond her comprehension. And, whenever she'd tried to get an explanation, each teacher would turn a deaf ear and change the subject.
It wasn't until she met up with Mrs. Trelawny that she was even given a clue. The Divination teacher had begun spluttering and sobbing things to the extent of Ginny being too young, it being not fair, and that no child should have to worry about such dangers. Now all this information, alongside her observations gave Ginny quite a juicy morsel to chew on.
Apparently someone was trying to hurt her, maybe even kill her!
"Oh, that's absurd! I haven't done a damn thing to instigate such a ludicrous thing!" she muttered loudly to herself as she struggled to find sleep at 4am.
***
Meanwhile, out on the darkened lawns of Hogwarts, the shadowy figure moved swiftly towards the western tower. Soundless and slithering it moved through the backdoor and up the steps. When it mounted the final step and peered toward the door it smiled. There was no lock. But, it wondered why...why would something dangerous not be locked up?
It moved quickly and swung open the door. All was darkness inside. The windows were shuttered and not a single stream a moonlight was able to peer into the room. It prowled around the room carefully, looking, feeling, smelling and listening. Nothing. The bloody room was completely empty!
It shot out of the room and raced down the tower stairs and then out the lower door.
***
Back in the tower a figure emerged from within the wall, shimmering back into its original form. It waved a hand across the room and furniture popped back into existence. Small oil lamps were perched at the door and windows.
"That was too close a call, I'd better tell Dumbledore to watch the security a bit more."
***
The next morning saw fit to the first snow fall in November. The white flakes littered the grounds and Hagrid was forced to set to work about clearing paths to various areas in order to allow the students passage.
Ginny had taken up just walking through the snow, wandering and wondering all at once. First she wanted to understand her feelings. She knew that she didn't have a crush on Harry anymore, certainly not after his little assault. She did however, begin to harbour strange feelings of fear and mistrust, something she never imagined feeling toward Harry. In his own respect, she now found that feelings she'd once had for Harry had been astoundingly transfered to Draco. A moment of memory caused her to sigh. He'd been nice to her for so long she was beginning to miss the bantering.
"Mind if I join your little escapde through the frosty winter wonderland?" asked a voice from behind her.
Turning from her thoughts, Ginny smiled at Colin Creevey, he'd already apologized at length for his treatment of her and now they had reinstated the friendship policy. She nodded her head and waited for him to catch up with her and then continue on.
"I suppose you've heard already." he stated quickly.
Ginny shook her head, "I haven't heard a word, seems like everytime I try to talk to someone who does know or might know something I'm pulled away by a teacher."
Colin frowned and pursed his lips together, an action she had never seen him do.
"Colin, what's wrong?"
"Neville has been accused of murdering Susan Bones, only they also think that Susan wasn't the original target of the killer...you were...and perhaps still are."
The utter shock consumed Ginny and she found herself trying to grab hold of Colin's arm, failing and slumping down on useless legs into the snow beneath her.
Colin knelt next to her, both were oblivious to the fact that they were both going to be soaked. "Ginny, I know he didn't do it. He was with me the whole time until he went outside for a bit of a walk!"
She tried to pull her thoughts together long enough to respond, "But, then...what were you two doing together and not at the....OH MY GOD!" she cried and leapt to her feet. Her hands clamped against her mouth to stop herself from screaming it out loud.
"Yes Ginny, Neville and I are fruity." he stated calmly, his voice tinged with annoyance. "You know, it's those kind of reactions that make us try not to make it entirely public knowledge."
Ginny moved her hands away from her mouth and nodded soberly. This news certainly explained loads. "Well, all you've got to do is tell Dumbledore and that will be the end of that!" she replied with a small smile. She excused herself from his presence quickly and raced back towards the castle, she had a term paper due tomorrow and her frump of wandering and wondering had come to an abrupt halt when Colin had expressed his revelation. Definitely a kick in the pants to get one started on things that didn't make one's mind think of...scenes.
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By the time dinner came around everyone was talking about Colin and Neville, neither seemed to try to be hiding it at all anymore. Most of the school seemed to be accepting of the relationship, with the exception of some the Slytherins, those who were to close minded to realize the changing world around them.
All through dinner Ginny couldn't keep her mind off the thoughts that Colin had started to churn in her mind with his words. Apparently she really was in danger, no longer from Neville, but now she knew that Pearl, Harry and even Draco were under suspicion. She could no longer rule out Harry as she would have likely done last year. This year things had changed greatly. This year everything was backwards.
This year she might not survive after the blackouts occured. She may be endangering her own life and she had no clue. A desperate urge to talk to Draco made her eyes connect directly with the fair haired Slytherin. The mere fact that he knew what she wanted without her having to express it through anything else but eye contact gave her a great sense of assurance.
First Draco left the Great Hall, and soon after Ginny slipped after him. She was moving quickly down the hallway and when strong arms wrapped around her she felt a great ease overcome her.
Draco pulled her back against him and began to nuzzle her neck. It was driving her insane, she'd wanted to talk but when he began to touch her she just couldn't help but allow her brain to turn to mush. When his hands began to to search for the opening of her robes she shivered with delight.
"We can't...do this...here..." she managed to gasp out as she turned in his arms to allow him better access to her throat.
"Why?" he asked innocently against her neck.
The very thought of him acting innocent made her giggle. "What if someone comes?" she asked quietly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
She felt him shrug and she pushed against his shoulders. "Draco I'm serious." she said hotly.
Before she could do anything else she found herslef in his arms and being carried swiftly through the halls. "Draco what are you doing?" she asked incredulously.
"Youd didn't want to do it out in the open so I'm taking us somewhere private." he answered quickly.
She couldn't help but smile. Oh gods, the rumour mill would be overflowing the next morning. Draco Malfoy had started his conquest of Gryffindor Tower with a Weasley!