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His footsteps pounded as he walked heavily to her tent. He knows that she had just left before he had arrived. Not only did he have to see Bentley, but he had to be in the bastard's camp. The filth he felt because of it couldn't be scrubbed away for a while yet.
"Weasley!" he yelled and stormed into the dark tent.
Immediately the blonde sprung up by the sudden visitor while the redhead remained unfazed. She continued to breath deeply as if he wasn't actually in the same room with a red face and a shaking body. He's a few notches higher than mad. More like he's positively raging pissed. It's not a good combination for a Malfoy.
"Get up now Weasley before I rip your head off your fuckin neck!" She stirred restlessly before deciding to give up. Rolling onto her back she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"What do you want Malfoy? I'm trying to sleep here. Maybe you didn't notice that the sun is down and everyone else is asleep as well."
"Not anymore," Casey whispered swallowing a yawn. Draco shot her a look before he focused back on the redhead.
"Can you at least sit up?!"
"No, I'm comfortable. You can yell at me while I'm lying down. It doesn't make that much of a difference."
He reached down and gripping onto her shoulders yanked her up into a sitting position. She gasped at his tight hold and quick movement. Swallowing hard he glared at her trying to find words that made some sort of sense. He didn't want to scream at her the first things that came to mind.
"You went to see him. Why in the hell did you go there? If Dumbledore knew," she rolled her eyes back.
"What is he going to do? So what? I visited an old boyfriend. What in the hell difference does it make?!"
"How can you be that naive. He's evil! Damn it Weasley he works for Voldermort and my father. He's almost Harry Bloody Potter for the dark side." She smirked trying to lighten the mood.
"I guess I know how to pick them." Draco didn't find any sort of humor in that.
"Bite your tongue! This is serious. People are going to know you were there." She gasped and raised a hand to cover her mouth.
"Oh my god Malfoy! Are they going to talk?"
"Dammit!" he swore frustrated with her sarcasm when he's being serious. "You know what this means." She sighed and nodded. Now she has to be serious. She can't stay here any longer. They're going to move her to a less known and weak camp. In those places they do nothing but wait for the war to end.
"Don't worry," she whispered to him. "I'll leave in the morning."
He nodded and stood up off her bed. What more could be said? He couldn't tell her that he didn't want her to leave. It would take too much time to train another. The war is right now in the eye of the storm. Soon enough it'll be the end. Without her surely the end won't be a victorious one. At least not for the good side.
"I'll talk to Dumbledore," he whispered over his shoulder. "I'll see what I can do." Ginny didn't know how to response. Was he trying to keep her here? Maybe Jocelyn didn't have such a tight hold on him as she thought she had.
When he got to the door she called his name. He stopped but didn't turn. She wasn't sure what she was going to say. Why had she even stopped him? Bentley's words were still fresh in her head.
"Thanks." He shrugged like it was no big deal before walking out.
It is a very big deal. There is no reason you go to the other sides camp. A friendly visit doesn't exist. Especially after that was what Bentley had been doing. He used to go and visit Lucius while he was still residing in Draco's camp. There he would give out privileged information. No one came right out and blamed her but she did. She was in all the classified info, and she told him about it.
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"Before you say anything you don't have to," Dumbledore said with his back facing Draco. The blonde frowned.
"Sir, I'm not Potter."
"I've very aware of that Mr. Malfoy." He turned and finally faced the young man. "Virginia is not going to be removed from the camp."
He is grateful for that but doesn't understand why he doesn't have to filibuster or set up any sort of defense. Not that he is one to ever complain but...something is wrong here. Dumbledore's face is extremely serious. Not that this isn't serious either but there is something missing.
"Sir," he said leaning forward against the back of the chair for support. "I don't want to seem ungrateful but why?"
"You don't want her to leave do you Draco?"
"No, it would be a waste of time to train an other. She knows my camp and all the people in it." Dumbledore arched an eyebrow at him in question.
"Is that your only reason?" Draco shook his head.
"I don't-sir?"
"Never mind then. She can't leave because of what Jocelyn has seen." Draco shifted a bit uncomfortable by the mention of her name. After what he had done with her and his former headmaster and commander in front of him always with inside information.
"Seen?"
"Yes Mr. Malfoy. She is a seer. A very good one too." Draco felt like slapping his forehead. Why else do you think she's at your camp, he screamed to himself.
"Of course but what did she see?" Dumbledore sighed deeply and Draco was very aware of his eyes shifting away quickly. The older wizard gestured to the seat and they both sat.
"Sir?" Draco asked after the silence started scaring him even more.
"All I can tell you is that she is vital to winning this war. She's going to save your life Draco." Draco's eyes widened.
"Weasley is going to save my life?"
"Just remember to hold those important to you close. You never know about how much time you'll have them around."
"Sir?" he spat out quickly. It made a cold chill run though his body.
"That is all Draco. Ms. Weasley is staying."
"But-"
"That is all."
Draco nodded shortly and stood to leave. He shook the wizard's hand and went to the door. Holding the handle a bit too tightly he froze. He couldn't leave and not know more. It seemed like enough had been said, but he didn't like what the message spelled.
"I'm not going to let her die. Especially for just me." He whispered the last part and finally departed the office. Behind him Dumbledore shook his head and sighed heavily.
"You can't stop fate boy."
Three steps into the camp and he was hollering her name again. She isn't about to get out of her tent. If she's not staying then she doesn't want to see all of the people showing her pity. So instead she stayed in the tent with Casey continuing with their practice. She's trying to teach the younger witch a difficult healing spell. It drains a lot of energy but it can heal almost any one's life threatening injuries.
"Weasley," he yelled storming into her tent. "Let's go!"
The redhead looked away and to the shaking blonde. She sighed inwardly thinking the worst immediately. Instead though Draco went to where she kept her sword and picked it up. His own was already in his other hand. Slowly she stood not sure what he wanted. He threw it to her.
"Let's go Weasley. I heard you need more help with your fighting." She couldn't help the smile that overtook her face. So she is staying. The urge to hug him couldn't be denied. Not even caring that Malfoy is a prat she flew at him and wrapped her arms tightly around his middle.
"Thank you," she whispered again. He was shocked to say the least but nodded. Lifting a hand he patted her awkwardly on the back.
"Okay. Let's go then." Casey couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Malfoy caught it though and shot her a look before detaching the redhead from him.
"Ready Weasley?" Ginny was grinning from ear to ear.
"After you Malfoy."
The two woman sat on Ginny's bed and were giggling late into the night. They were talking about everything but at the same time nothing. It was things that were light hearted and had nothing to do with upcoming war. Simple girl talk.
"Bentley," Ginny sighed and Casey smiled. "Come on now. He's always been gorgeous but now that he's dangerous and all that just makes him even more irresistible."
"Draco has that going on too."
"Malfoy?" she gasped. "Yeah...well maybe," she trailed off. Casey gave her a knowing look which made her roll her eyes giving in.
"Fine! Fine! Malfoy is lickable, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" The younger woman nodded.
"Yes! I knew it! You like him!"
"Like? I tolerate him. There is a difference."
"I don't buy that Gin." Ginny squeezed her eyes shut and wished the conversation to be dropped immediately. She didn't want to think about him that way let alone say it out loud. Especially knowing that the wall has ears.
"Have I ever told you I think of you as an obnoxious younger sister?" Casey beamed at that. Both of her parents had been killed when she was sixteen. She has no one left. No one except Ginny. She's glad that the redhead thinks of her as the same way. Well at least the sister part.
"Spill it!"
"Argh!" she groaned opening her eyes again. "Remind me to send you on the front line next time."
"Out already!"
"I don't know what you expect me to say. Malfoy is a piece of work okay. He's got down the sexy bad boy thing down to perfection. When he smirks it makes me want to grab his head and kiss him. Argh...I really do need a boyfriend."
"No," Casey laughed. "You need Draco."
"He has Jocelyn." Ginny quickly noticed her mistake and went to cover it but Casey shook it off. Shaking her head and covering Ginny's mouth she laughed loudly.
"Oh my god you do have it bad! I know he does too."
"I do not," she mumbled under Casey's hand.
"He doesn't," an extra voice added.
Both girls turned to the voice with Casey's hand falling and both their smiles dropping. Standing in their personal sacred tent stood the enemy. Not one that was the least bit dangerous though. She's more of an annoyance than a threat.
"What is it that you want Jocelyn?"
"Draco doesn't want you," she replied simply. "So stop fooling yourself. And you," she said while looking at the blonde. "You need to keep your mouth shut. If you did than maybe you wouldn't be an orphan."
Casey turned her head from the seer and Ginny as well. She didn't want either woman to see how much that stung her. It had been low. She had nothing to do with her parents' death. Jocelyn is grasping things out of thin air. Ginny certainly didn't appreciate it.
"Who in the hell do you think you are?" Ginny hissed jumping to her feet. Casey tried to grab a hold of her but the redhead was quicker.
"Exactly what you want to be...Draco's girlfriend." Ginny's jaw ticked as she stood inches away from Jocelyn.
"I don't care who in the hell you think you are or what position you may have with Draco. You will not come into our tent and you will not spout lies about things you do not know!"
"God," Jocelyn spat. "I can't wait until you die." Casey jumped to her feet and punched the woman out before Ginny could respond. The redhead was still shocked at what the other had just said.
"Jesus!" Casey was nursing her injured hand. "It really does hurt."
"Case," she said softly and shook her head. Taking it into her hands and concentrating on the injury her lips moved slightly as Casey's pain went away. Almost instantly afterwards it was as if she had never socked the tart's lights out.
"What?" she asked innocently. "She deserved that."
"Yeah," she replied slowly. "But I wanted to do it." They both laughed again as they silently debated over what to do with the woman on the floor. Finally Ginny groaned and decided that it was time to get Draco. If he is in fact her boyfriend then he'll want to take care of his girlfriend.
"Draco?" Ginny whispered moving further into the dark tent. She is familiar with the room but not too much in the pitch blackness. "Draco?"
"Mmm," a voice mumbled. She changed directions and went towards where the voice had come from. Taking a few steps her knees bumped into the bed.
"Malfoy," she quickly corrected herself. Before she hadn't caught that she had been calling him by his first name again. "Wake up."
"Jocelyn," he moaned and turned over. Ginny grimaced.
"Come on already. I don't want to be here while you're having a sex dream about that twit."
"Mmm Jocelyn."
"Malfoy I'm warning you," she hissed.
"J.C."
"I'm surprised she doesn't just go by that. I don't think she can even spell that." Again he moaned. "Ew! My ears are bleeding."
"Virg..." he started but stopped. She noticed him stirring even more.
"Please don't," she whispered. "Don't do what I think you're about to."
"Aww...Virg...Ginny."
She felt her heart drop into her stomach. It's as if she stepped into an alternate dimension and not Malfoy's tent. She knew the second she heard him moaning she should have left. It was so wrong to listen and now she knows why.
As she was about to turn and walk out he sprung up into a sitting position calling out the seer's name. Ginny was just going to go back to her tent and fall asleep. They could leave the woman on the floor and deal with her sometime tomorrow. It's not as if anyone would miss her. Well maybe Malfoy but that's not the majority.
"Weasley," he gasped breathing hard. "What the hell are you doing in my tent?!"
"I need you to get your girlfriend." Ginny was proud she had grasped her bearing quickly.
"My what?"
"Girlfriend, bitch, whore, tart," she shrugged. "Whatever you call her."
"I don't have a girlfriend," he hissed.
"Fine whatever. Just remove Jocelyn from my tent." He groaned and threw the covers aside before getting up.
"What the hell is she doing there?"
"Hell if I know."
She trailed behind the blonde trying not to notice him downed in his boxers only. Never before has she seen him this naked. Not that she ever wanted to. She did have to admit that he does look good.
Once inside he nearly tripped over her. Cursing under his breath he looked over at the other woman. Casey's biting on her lip and shifting her eyes from him. He's never been actually close to the blonde, but he knows full and well something isn't right.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing," Ginny answered. Draco shot her a look over his shoulder before focusing on Casey again.
"What did she say Casey?" She looked over at him surprised that his voice seemed gentle and nearly caring. Then again it might be because he just woke up. That would explain him in his boxers. Ginny is right, she thought. He does look lickable.
"I wouldn't have hit her if she hadn't said that about Ginny. It was bullshit!"
"I got the gist of that already. I want to know what it was."
"Something about she can't wait until I die." Draco turned and looked at the unconvinced redhead. She had said it nonchalantly. As if she didn't believe a word of it. Draco wanted to grab a hold of her and try and shake some sense into the woman.
"That's why Casey is upset. Now why are you Weasley?" Casey looked away again.
"Your girlfriend is talking shit. She said something about it being Casey's fault that her parents are dead." His jaw ticked at that. He may not be Potter, but he does have a heart. That was wrong and then some.
"Sorry Case," he said softly. He bent down and lifted the unconscious woman into his arms. Holding her over his shoulder he looked at Ginny once more before leaving.
"And she is not my girlfriend Weasel."
"Well she's not mine," Ginny mumbled after he was gone. Casey covered her yawn.
"I think it's time to go to sleep now."
"Hmm sounds good to me." They climbed into their own beds and the room darkened as Ginny extinguished the lantern beside her bed.
"Night Case."
"Night Gin."
***I don't even know if anything happen in this chapter. You learned that even though whatever type of relation the leader and seer having going on Draco refuses to call her his girlfriend. Yeah yeah Ginny finds him lickable. Mmm I do too. Okay so I needed to build a tight bond between Ginny and Casey. I hope you got that they were close. Hmm...I want to say Ginny and Draco interaction coming up soon but I don't know. Tell me if you think it's too soon or not. Well I'm going to bed too. It's after one and I had a long day at work. R/R...Thanks Karnikiss.***