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
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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!
Another A/N: OMB! YOU GUYS ROCK! THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! I'm so pumped, I've all these ideas, enough for at least 5 new chapters because of you're encouragement! Thank you sooo much! Please keep the feed back and I'll keep the chapters coming too! J hehe, and by the way, ' peaceoutgrlmehi', I feel the exact same way! - you'll see! J
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Frozen Fire, Burning Ice
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Chapter Three: The Last Fight
Just as Draco left the classroom, he heard shouts coming from down the corridor near the Great Hall. Oh snipes, Crabbe, Goyle! As he sped down the corridor Draco wasn't sure what he would find. Maybe Crabbe pinning some poor 3rd year Gryffindor to the wall as Goyle demanded him to apologize for eating the last chocolate chip muffin? It was always something along those lines with those two. But when Draco turned the corner, he couldn't believe it.
"Goyle, I'm warning you! You push me one more time and you'll be eating marble you half wit hog!" Ron hollered as Goyle shoved him against the stone wall. What one earth? What was Goyle doing? Draco made it a strict rule that no one messed with the 'Dream Team' unless he was there, and even then things never got physical. At this age they were real wizards- and wizards never fought. That's what wands and duels were for. Before Draco had time to react, he heard Harry shout:
"Crabbe, I've had enough of you to last me a life time! Get away from me or I'll sock you one good!" Lord! They hadn't brought Potter into this too had they? What WERE they thinking? -Not that they couldn't take the two Gryffindors, just that it wasn't civilized to do it without a good reason. Right at that moment, Goyle turned to see Draco staring at them.
"Oiy, Malfoy, give me a hand over here. The red head's bein' fussy t'day!" he managed as he and Ron fumbled around along the wall.
"Hey, Malfoy, over here, I saved Potter for you. Just wait till you find out what he said, you'll wanna beat him up right!" Crabbe said from a few feet away. Just then Ron pulled back a fist and was just going to hit Goyle in the face when Goyle ducked, making Ron fly forward knocking Draco square in the jaw. As jabs of pain pulsed in his jaw, Draco reached out and tackled Ron to the floor. Just as he was beating him bloody (with more effort than he thought it would take), Harry socked Crabbe, and they went at it as well. Over whelmed, Hermione finally came to her senses and grabbing her wand froze everyone right where they were. With his fist a few inches from Ron's eye, Draco bellowed through clenched teeth,
"YOU HAD BETTER UNFREEZE ME GRANGER! HELPING OUT YOU'RE PIMP ISN'T GOING TO GET YOU ANYWHERE IN LIFE. MUST I REMIND YOU THAT HOGWARTS IS NOT A WHORE HOUSE!" Outraged, Hermione flung Draco away from Ron with the flick of her wand. With a few more flicks she had separated Harry and Crabbe as well. Damn her, damn her! Draco grabbed his jaw- finally released from the freezing spell. Even through his pain he managed a snarl when he saw Hermione kneeling down examining the bleeding Ron. This was what it was supposed to feel like. He was proud he had knocked the piss out of Weasley! No more wanting to apologize! With a surge of Malfoy pride from somewhere deep inside, he folded his arms and leaned casually against the wall.
"Right. Goyle, what was this all about then?" Draco asked, curious what had provoked the fight in the first place. Even though he wanted to sit down and rub his jaw (which was screaming at him and sending waves of pain strong enough to knock him out) he didn't. He just watched as Potter (holding his ribs) slid down to lay on the floor. Goyle walked over (obviously untouched) while Crabbe limped.
"Well, like Crabbe was starting to say, after you left, Potter and Weasley started talkin all wrong about you, and then had the nerve to go on and curse the hole of Slytherin house! Now, we weren't about ta take that kind o' talk, and when we stood up for our house, they gotz all whiney and then that's when Weasley started throwin' punches." Goyle explained as he helped Crabbe lean against the wall.
"Thas Nawt tru" Ron managed, trying unsuccessfully to stand up. Hermione laid him back down, deciding she was going to have to bring the to the medical wing.
"Control your temper Weasley, or do I have to beat you to a bloody pulp… Oh wait, I already did that, " Draco said was a smirk. Crabbe and Goyle laughed and playfully punched him.
"Wait till Dumbledor hears about this." Potter bellowed from five feet away. Amused, Draco walked over and kneeled in front oh him. Potter, Potter, what a fool. He thinks he's king of Hogworts, well I'd hate to burst his bubble, oh wait, I'd love to. With a smirk Draco drawled,
"Honestly Potter. I don't think he'll be amused to find out his precious Gryffindors have started a fight. Let's not forget it was Weasley who threw the first punch." Growling, Potter stood up and looked Draco in the eyes. Draco didn't understand what any girl could see in them, a dull green with nothing special.- Not like his sharp intuitive silver. Suddenly Harry looked behind Draco and sighed.
"It's alright Ginny. Ron will be fine. We'll just get him to the medical wing for a check up." Draco's eyes slid shut. Nooo, noooo! Why couldn't she have just stayed in the room! Shit! He felt Potter brush past him and he laid his forehead against the cold stone wall. He didn't want to turn around. He didn't want to see Ginny's eyes crying. He didn't want to have to accept that he had made her cry. He didn't want to know that he had hurt her. Then something inside of him said, 'she's just a Weasley, suck it up!' Taking a deep breath, he turned around to face Ginny. She was standing there looking down at Ron with disbelief. Harry had his arms wrapped around her, cradling her. Draco wanted to be the one to hold her and cradle her, but he couldn't move. Ginny's eyes met his. They were breaching with tears, cracked and broken from the pain and searing with the anger.
"Did you do this?" She questioned through clenched teeth. When he didn't answer she took a deep breath and said with emotion,
"DID YOU DO THIS?"
"Yes." Draco swallowed hard. What was he going to say now? What was she going to say now?
"Why? Why?" Ginny asked, taking a step toward him. Draco thought for a second, and before he could stop himself, he snarled
"He's just a weasel, and I felt like it." WHY!?!? Why had he said that!? No! DAMN THE MALFOY IN HIM! He watched as a tear rolled down her cheek. He wanted to brush it away, but Harry beat him to it. God he hated Potter.
"Right. You're heartless aren't you?"… Nothing, he had frozen. Oh god. No. No god, please! Don't let her hate me!
"Look at him Malfoy" she had spit his name like it was poison in her mouth. No god, please!
"Look at what you've done to my brother… just because you felt like it." Draco looked down at Ron. Suddenly it hit him. He really had busted him up. -Busted him up bad. Draco was filled with remorse as the tears welled up inside of him. He was sorry, he was truly sorry. Just a moment ago he had been proud to have beaten Weasley down, but now, now he wanted to be Weasley. Any beating had to be better than the daggers Ginny's broken eyes were throwing at him; each hitting him straight in his heart. He watched helpless as she backed away into Harry's arms. She looked up at him, then back at Draco. Please no! Don't say it Ginny! Please! …don't
"You're just like your father." That, that was worse than anything Draco had been expecting her to say. It was worse than the daggers, worse than the pain in his jaw. There were no words for how it affected him. He looked from Ron, to Harry, to Ginny. No. He wasn't going to be like his father. He had spent his entire life trying to make his father proud, and now he saw no point in it. No. No.
Hermione said a simple spell and levitated Ron down the hall towards the medical wing; leaving Ginny, Draco, and Harry alone in the hall. Draco watched as Harry whispered into her ear and began to lead her away. NO! He wanted to run. He wanted to stay. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to beg for forgiveness, he wanted to beat the hell out of Potter. He was still battling in his head when about 13 students in Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch uniforms. Oh bloody hell. He had completely forgotten. The game! Gaaah!
"Where have you guys been? We've been waiting to start the game!" growled a Slytherin.
Harry punched the wall, obviously upset at himself for forgetting it.
"I, I don't think I can play. I think I might have a bruised rib," he moaned.
"And neither can Ron, he's really hurt," Potter added, giving Draco a death glare. The teams sighed and decided to reschedule it for another time- after everyone had healed. They said they'd tell the professors that Harry and Ron had been playing on the stairs when the stair began to move, causing them to fall off and land on another set right below. -It was better than getting both houses in trouble for the battle. Draco nodded, but couldn't speak. He was watching Ginny. He was going to have to do something to get her back. He was going to have to win her heart, or else his life wouldn't be worth living. He just knew it. …he had to have her.
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Later in his private quarters (for being a school prefect), Draco hurriedly scribbled into his journal:
" Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
(unless I try to start again)
Chorus: "I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Tonight"
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
Chorus
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
Chorus
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight (Linkin Park)"
Yes, he was going to change. If that's what it was going to take to get Ginny back, he would change. He would change everything in his life, his goals, his thoughts, even his heart. He would change anything and everything for her. He had to have her…
...And he was going to do anything to get her.
Then it hit him. Adding a few more songs to his journal, and a few captions here and there, he grabbed it and ran to the Great Hall for dinner.
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A/N: hehehe, told you I had ideas! Ok, hope you liked this one. Review, tell me what you thought. If I get a good turn out, I'll post practically everyday! J ok, if you have any ideas to help me out, e-mail me! The address is at the top of the chapter!
Another A/N: OK, listen people. I just wanna say something. This isn't like they just met or anything. They've hated each other for years, sure, but they've also been attracted to one another. I'm a hopeless romantic, so I really wanted to get the story going fast, and didn't wanna draw it out with realistic crap. That isn't my style. Plus, they drive flying cars and are wizards, HOW REALISTIC CAN I MAKE IT?? lol, like I said, I'm a hopeless romantic, and I love the, I hate you, love you thing! So if you don't like it, oh well.
I've got a great twist in the story for one of the next few chapters. Just wait! J REVIEW!
Also, if you like this story, you'll like the ones me and one of best buds wrote! They're under her pen name right now, but soon there will be a joint account for us, where you can come read more great stuff! Her pen name is: Koley Kat, check them out, review, and e-mail me and tell me if you like them. They tend to be funny too. The ones that I worked with her on are: 'When You're Gone' and 'Ron has to Pee'. J hope you like them!