Frozen Fire and Burning Ice
Summary: We've all read the stories of when Draco comes across Ginny's diary, but what happens when Draco's the one with the lost diary? -Will Ginny finally see through the mask to the frozen fire inside Draco- the fire he's just waiting for someone to ignite? Could Ginny be that someone- does she want to be- would he let her be? It all starts with a run in before breakfast, and grows…Tons of questions- summary sucks, but please read and review! My first Fan Fic! Draco's 7th year, Ginny's 6th
Rating- eh…PG-13…I tend to get carried away sometimes J
E-mail: thepixiedustpoet@yahoo.com SUGGESTIONS/IDEAS FOR STORY LINE TOTALLY WELCOME!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! NADA! I love Draco- but I claim no rights to him! …Wish I owned him and all the other wonderful characters from the wonderful Harry Potter books, but I don't. All the characters are completely J.K. R.'s!
Any of the lyrics will be quoted! The band or singer will be underneath, most will be from Linkin Park, but some won't. J Like I said, I own NOTHING!
A/N: I'm going to TRY to keep each character true to the books, but I'm starting to think I'm going to fail miserably! So please be patient with me! I hope you enjoy!
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Frozen Fire, Burning Ice
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Chapter One: Frostbitten
"It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb. It's so much easier to go, Than face all this pain here all alone. Something has been taken, from deep inside of me. A secret I've kept locked away, no one can ever see. Wounds so deep they never show, they never go away. Like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played.
If I could change I would.
Take back the pain I would.
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would.
If I could.
Stand up and take the blame I would.
If I could take all the shame to the grave I
Like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played.
If I could change I would.
Take back the pain I would.
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would.
If I could.
Stand up and take the blame I would.
If I could take all the shame to the grave I would.
Sometimes I remember, the darkness of my past. Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have. Sometimes I think of letting go, and never looking back. And never moving forward, so there would be no past. Just washing it aside, all of the helplessness aside. Pretending I don't feel misplaced, is so much simpler than change.
It's so much easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb.
It's so much easier to go, than face all this pain here all alone. (Linkin Park)"
Yes, This was what he felt, over and over again- It never ended. Writing the lyrics with so much emotion behind each letter, the force and weight of his feelings caused his silver quill to scratch through the thick journal paper. Holding himself from lashing out, from crying out, from getting out, Draco sat with perfect posture- frozen in an icy statue hiding the burning inside. His tears were searing his eyes, but he would never let them out- never. He wanted to let it all come streaming out- let everyone see the real Draco. The Draco that was just a young 17-year-old boy, still longing to be truly loved- to be touched and held in someone's- anyone's arms. But Malfoys didn't feel this way. Malfoys didn't think or act that way, Malfoys didn't cry. Malfoys…(he was crushed to finally accept)…didn't love.
With a stone face he closed his journal and put his writing things into his desk. Placing his journal into his bookcase and swinging it over his shoulder, Draco took a quick glance into the mirror, snarled, and bounded away from his dorm in search of breakfast, and an outlet for his grief…
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Flipping her red locks, humming under her breath, and skipping down the corridor, Ginny Weasley was ecstatic. At long last Harry Potter was finally noticing her the way she had always dreamt he would. -Finally he saw her as more than just Ron's little sister, he finally saw he as the attractive fiery red head she was! …Well, at least that's what she had gathered last night when he had started to flirt with her. Ginny flushed at the wonderful memory and increased her pace towards the Great Hall as she recollected exactly what had happened.
Hermione and Ron had gone to 'sleep' for the night. (Both Ginny and Harry knew that they were only waiting for the chance when all of Gryffindor house would fall asleep so they could come back down and snog; but neither cared) They laughed at the thought and continued to talk as they lay by the warm fire. Ginny became quiet as she watched the embers sparking and popping in the fireplace, and that's when it had started to happen. Harry inched closer to her and caught her hand in his. Smiling, she looked into his eyes as he then dared to move closer. Soon she was resting with her back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her, and his head lightly propped in the nook of her neck. They continued to laugh and talk of quidditch and other normal subjects until Harry yawned and gave her a gentle squeeze.
"Speaking of quidditch, I've got a game tomorrow right after breakfast. I've got to get some sleep if I'm going to keep our winning streak up," Harry said with a soft smile. Ginny slightly nodded in agreement.
"You'll be there, won't you?" Harry asked quietly into her ear.
"Of course Harry," was all Ginny could manage to say without her voice squeaking from joy. Harry smiled and gently stood.
"Good. Night Gin Bug," and he uncomfortably patted her on the head before dashing upstairs to bed.
Ginny smiled at the memory. It was truly crazy, but she was positive he liked her until that horrible pat on the head. Had that been his subtle way of telling her he thought she was a great kid, but still just a kid? Thinking that over, Ginny was in her own little world when a boy came flying around the corner, knocking both Ginny and himself to the floor.
"WHO THE DEVIL!?!?!!?" screamed a familiar voice.
OOOOhhhhhhhhhh, no. Not Draco. Ginny began to scitter away hoping he wouldn't see her.
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Draco was positively flying through the corridors! If he was going to get some food before they closed breakfast, he was going to have to move fast! Just as he was about to cross the last corridor to the Great Hall, BOOM! He was lying flat on his back skidding across the marble floor! Within a second he was back on his feet mad beyond all belief!
"WHO THE DEVIL!?!?!!?" he bellowed down the hall. Then he saw her. Grabbing at her things and crawling across the floor in an obvious attempt to get away. Draco laughed to himself, she had a damn good right to be afraid of him, after all, he was the one person her brother and Potter couldn't save her from.
"CHRIST WEASEL! What were you thinking of!!!????" He laughed to himself again as he watched her push away more with every step he took towards her. She was kind of endearing, in a tiny kitten sort of way. He watched her as she leaned forward to grab the last of her things.
"I..I didn't mean to. I was only thinking of Harry P…" Ginny slapped a hand over her mouth. Potter! SHE HAS BEEN THINKING OF POTTER! She's just like every other girl in the blasted school!
"Potter. I believe his last name is Potter, Weasel. Maybe you should stop daydreaming about him. He'll just end up breaking your heart in the long run. He'll move on to some beautiful long legged BRUNETTE and leave you in his wake. -Leave you devastated and still longing for him the way you've always longed for him. You'll go back to being Weasley's little sister." He had meant to say it with a sneer and as much venom as he could muster, to really make it drive home, but the exact opposite had happened. He had kneeled down and placed his hand on her hand. He had even used a 'compassionate' tone. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he suddenly felt a wave of warmth fun up his arm straight to his heart. It was fantastic, like nothing he had every felt before. The gentle heat slowly wrapped around his heart and he loved its presence. Eyes locked, Draco leaned forward and into Ginny, though not touching her. He watched he milky complexion give a slight shiver. Was she feeling the same thing?
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Ginny couldn't believe it. What Draco had said really did make sense, and they way he said it really made it seem as if he cared if Harry broke Ginny's heart. Draco looked down, taking her small ink blotted hand into his large perfect one and looking her in the eyes. As if by magic Ginny felt an icy breeze sweep up her arm and into her heart. Its sharp cool chill felt wonderful inside of her flaming body, and she was delighted by the way it made her feel. She watched as Draco blinked slowly, as if something was soothing him, and then with his shining silver eyes watching hers, he leaned forward. He was so close she was sure he was about to kiss her, but he never even touched her. He came even closer, millimeters away from her skin. Suddenly, as Ginny realized that she wanted him to touch her, and extra blast of icy breeze shocked her heart and involuntarily she gave a slight shiver. He was watching her. He was so close. She felt his lips brush the nape of her neck and streams of frozen delights drifted through her body from the contacts. He leaned into her even more, then gently whispered, his lips barely grazing her ear,
"You forgot this," as he brought a tattered quill from behind her, gently swaying it in front of her face. Slowly Ginny raised her hand to his, but before she could take the quill, Draco scooped her up into his arms and into the air. Shocked, Ginny gazed into his sparkling eyes, to suddenly see them melt away, and there Ginny saw something, though just for a moment before his eyes refroze and he placed her feet gently back on the ground. She knew it. In the instant his eyes had revealed that he did care for her. Her lip began to tremble and she leaned up to kiss him…
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Draco watched as Ginny realized his feelings for her. Alarmed, he watched as she leaned up, arms wrapped around his neck, to kiss him. Did he want this? -Of course he did! But this was different, she wasn't like Pansy, or any of the other Slytherin girls he had kissed before, there was more here. There was something happening, he realized, as his body slowly began to heat up at Ginny's contact. She was up against him now, gently bringing his face down to hers. The heat was coming from her, he knew it, and it was like nothing he had ever known, nothing he could ever hope to know. It was wonderful, ...it was Ginny Weasel, er, Weasley. Then it happened, she shivered again and in an instant her lips were on his, and the taste was like nothing he could have dreamed. Red-hot sweet and cinnamon spicy, his senses ran amuck. It was delicious, Ginny Weasley's kiss was delicious. He began to deepen their kiss, wanting to press the taste into his memory forever, wanting more of it, wanting to fill his entire body with the wonderful sensation. As if on cue fire erupted from Ginny and surged into him, wave by wave. Filling him like he wanted to be filled. He began to give her butterfly kisses all the way up her jaw line and back again.
"oh, Harry…"Ginny whispered.
Harry??? HARRY????? HARRY!?!?!? Draco became out raged and threw Ginny away from him, sending her reeling backwards.
Suddenly all of the heat sensation disappeared. His body became cold and frozen once more as he watched Ginny come back to her senses and try to explain.
"Draco, I, I... I didn't mean," Ginny started, but Draco interrupted her.
"Oh stop trying to make an excuse you little good for nothing weasel! Save them for your precious Potter! I'll be sure to enjoy telling him what a little tart he's got- I'm sure the Gryffindor boys will love passing you around after Potter's had his way with you!" It was pure venom- each word slicing through Ginny heart like it was tissue paper.
"Draco, please!" Ginny pleaded as he snatched up his things. She grabbed his arm but he yanked it away.
"The names Malfoy, Weasel." He looked her up and down once, a smirk forming on his handsome face. "Not like that meant anything, just a bit of snogging with the Easy Weasley." Draco laughed out loud at his rhyme and left for breakfast. Even as he did so all of his being wanted to turn and run back to her. To take her in his arms and tell her what she meant to him. But what did she mean to him? Why was he so upset that she had said Harry? Then it hit him as he sat down at his table and watched her enter the doors. No, it couldn't be, he couldn't love her after a few kisses…could he?
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"The names Malfoy, Weasel." He looked her up and down once, a smirk forming on his handsome face. "Not like that meant anything, just a bit of snogging with the Easy Weasley." Stunned Ginny watched as he turned and left her alone in the empty hall. She hadn't really heard what he was saying. She had only watched as his eyes betrayed his words. While he sat there yelling at her, trying to tell her she meant nothing to him, that it was all just a bit of fun and games, his eyes gave away his hurt and his pain. They gave away his disappointment, and most of all, his jealousy. They even told her how much he needed to be needed, and how horrible it has been for her to call him Harry, when he was finally trying to show her how much he cared. All this time had had teased her the most for a reason. All this time he had secretly cared for her. Entering the Great Hall Ginny looked over the Slytherin table searching for him. When she saw him, she suddenly realized how cold and deserted she felt. Without him everything was dull and pointless. Why? A few kisses and now he was the reason she was living? That didn't make any sense at all, but for some reason she couldn't take her eyes away from him. She felt bare without him, frozen, …frostbitten.
…she didn't even notice when Harry reached up and pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her gently on the cheek.
…but a young blonde, fierce looking Slytherin across the room did…and he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit…
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TO BE CONTINUED!
A/N: Ok, how did I do???? Good??? Bad??? Please review, because if no one reviews I'll be all sad and think its sucks and not want to post again. Plus, since I'm like addicted, I'll probably post again soon- if you review! ;) Please do! Remember, this is my first fan fic!- so please help me out and tell me what ya think!
Oh, ok guess what, chapter two is gonna have some quidditch action, and of course, more Draco/Ginny action! J