Stars Go Blue: Chapter 2
Standard Disclaimer applies. Mature
Ginny Weasley had spent the morning in a funk. Ever since she'd found the note (from Hermione, Harry and Ron obviously didn't think that shee needed to know that they were leaving), she'd been sulking around the house.
Everything was changing too fast for her liking. Her brother Bill had just gotten married, after a long recovery from Fenir Greyback's vicious attack at the end of the year. As much as his new wife annoyed her, Gabrielle, Fleur's little sister, was getting to be somewhat of a friend to Ginny before she left.
And now, despite the fact that Harry had broken it off with her (stupid fucking hero complex, "I can't put the ones I love in danger"), she knew that he still loved her and wanted to be with her. Why didn't they trust her enough to go with them? She was, after all, better at wandwork and potions than her brother, and she had experience with the dark side in a completely uniques sense...none of them had ever had the Dark Lord sharing their thoughts...not in the same way.
So now she found herself seated at the kitchen table, shelling peas. Eating half of them and dumping the other half in a bowl for dinner, she was silently sulking that even those who were meant to be her best friends had deserted her, and as she sulked and thought about it, her fiery temper grew ever closer to fever pitch.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco looked at the house in front of him - "The Burrow," Potter had called it. He sighed, seeing various areas of disrepair, something no Malfoy would allow at their residence. However, the sense of distaste that roiled through his brain was not at the house, but rather at the fact that this tiny, run-down little shack exuded comfort, whereas his Manor never had.
"Quaint," was all he said, a slight smirk perched comfortably on his lips.
Before anyone could respond, he heard an angry shriek from the doorway. A fiery red-haired girl was standing there, wand outstretched, a look of pure fury on her face. The next thing he knew, the world was spinning and going black.
Well, that's a new hex.
"What in Merlin's name is Malfoy doing here? And why the hell did you not even bother to fill me in as to when you were leaving? Except you 'Mione, thanks for treating me as more than a three year old." Ginny paused, turning back on Ron and Harry, "But YOU two. Don't you remember why Fleur and I don't get along? Because she treats me like a child! I thought better of you Harry. I mean, sure, you can prance around after the fucking darklord and choose not to openly show love, but don't do me the disservice of cutting me off completely! You're SUPPOSED to be my friend at least."
"Ginerva Weasley," a voice that sounded remarkably like that of the youngest WEasley came out of the house, "why on EARTH are you..." Molly Weasley stopped short at the sight of four ashamed looking young wizards standing over the fallen body of
"Draco Malfoy. Oh dear"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco woke up slowly, the world spinning and his head aching worse than the time in his fourth year when he'd had a few too many firewhiskies with Blaise.
"Wassgoinon?" he mumbled groggily to himself.
"Oh. Mister Malfoy, you're awake. Wonderful. Would you like something to eat?" A cheerful face (falsely cheerful, if you asked Draco) loomed before him, slowly coming into focus. "Oh of course you do! I can't imagine you've been fed well..." the woman he now recognized as the mother of Ron Weasley trailed off and bustled out of the room.
A moment later she returned, carrying a tray laden with steaming soup, half a loaf of bread, and a large glass of milk. Trailing behind her was a very sullen Ginny Weasley. Molly set the tray on Draco's lap, gave his shoulder an awkward pat, shot her daughter a look and left the room.
Ginny glared at the smirking young man as he watched her fidget.
"Mum insists on feeding everyone, just so you know. You'll get no special treatment here." She broke the silence, caught between the two desperate wishes of getting out of the apology her mother was forcing her to make and wiping that smug grin off of his aristocratic face.
"So every person who shows up unannounced gets hit by that hex?" Draco smirked even wider as Ginny's face pinked a little, "It was a good hex, I've never been on the receiving end of one like that before."
Without waiting for the red-head to respond, he commenced eating.
Oh Merlin, this soup is AMAZING
"Mum reckons the Death Eaters wouldn't really have fed you," Ginny said, sitting in a chair as far away from him as she could get and eyeing him warily.
"She reckoned right. At least, we certainly never eat as well as this." Draco's eyes met hers, filled with genuine like for the food. He paused, the spoon halfway to his mouth, "So, why is your mum making you sit here with me?"
He watched her silently as he continued to eat.
"I'm supposed to apologize," she scowled, a look so funny on her pretty face that Draco nearly choked on his soup in his attempt to avoid laughing.
"Well, you and I both know that you're not sorry, so never mind it then... I won't tell if you won't." He winked at her slyly, "Where have Potter and his dynamic duo gone off to?"
"Godric's Hollow."
Draco looked up at the disappointed tone in her voice.
They left her behind. Off to have grand adventures without her. His thoughts left him slightly speechless; he was learning that there was more to every story than anyone could judge by the way things appeared.
"I'm sorry," he said finally, slightly startling her out of the reverie she'd fallen into.
She laughed, a cold, cynical laugh, a fierce determination shining in her eyes that shocked Draco.
"You're sorry? It's hardly your fault that Voldemort uses the people nearest to his enemies' hearts to manipulate them. Harry told me he couldn't bear it if I were to die and it was his fault. Because it really would be," she rolled her eyes, unsure why she was sharing this with Malfoy, but unable to stop the torrent of words spilling from her mouth. "You've been there with him, Malfoy, and and's not going to leave me alone at any rate. I'm a member of the biggest family of 'blood traitors' according to that kind, and even more than that, I've been posessed by the fucking Dark Lord himself. So now he's going to go after me just because I'm Harry Potter's girlfriend? Doubtful."
Draco stared in amazement at all the carefully hidden rage that was spilling from this girl's perfect mouth.
Perfect mouth? When did you start thinking of a Weasley? God, I'd love to kiss her right now... MALFOY, stop and desist this instant. Say something... Anything. You have to get these thoughts out of your head. You're being foolish... Desperate... His torrential thoughts took him aback slightly and he covered his distress by agreeing with her.
"You know, you're right."
She looked at him, this young man in her brother's bed who was watching her so intently.
"I'm right?" she cocked an eyebrow doubtfully.
"Yeah. The Dark Lord will get around to you either way if he's not stopped. He would have bumped you up on his priority list if you were still dating Potter though. And speaking of Potter... sure the guy has gone through a lot, but really, the guy has a hero complex."
She looked at him in shock as his words echoed her sentiments exactly in regards to Harry's hero complex.
He sighed, rising from the bed to return the tray to the kitchen.In this small a house, a kitchen should be easy to find. Pausing at the door, he looked back at the pretty girl still sitting there in shock, "And you're right that I've been there with him. But I'm not now. I just hope that I can prove that and help out on the right side."
With that final revelation, the door slowly swung shut behind him, leaving Ginny alone with the thougths that were swirling around in her brain, namely of how uncharacteristically comfortable she was around this blonde boy with steely eyes that seemed able to read her soul.
Ginny Weasley had spent the morning in a funk. Ever since she'd found the note (from Hermione, Harry and Ron obviously didn't think that shee needed to know that they were leaving), she'd been sulking around the house.
Everything was changing too fast for her liking. Her brother Bill had just gotten married, after a long recovery from Fenir Greyback's vicious attack at the end of the year. As much as his new wife annoyed her, Gabrielle, Fleur's little sister, was getting to be somewhat of a friend to Ginny before she left.
And now, despite the fact that Harry had broken it off with her (stupid fucking hero complex, "I can't put the ones I love in danger"), she knew that he still loved her and wanted to be with her. Why didn't they trust her enough to go with them? She was, after all, better at wandwork and potions than her brother, and she had experience with the dark side in a completely uniques sense...none of them had ever had the Dark Lord sharing their thoughts...not in the same way.
So now she found herself seated at the kitchen table, shelling peas. Eating half of them and dumping the other half in a bowl for dinner, she was silently sulking that even those who were meant to be her best friends had deserted her, and as she sulked and thought about it, her fiery temper grew ever closer to fever pitch.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco looked at the house in front of him - "The Burrow," Potter had called it. He sighed, seeing various areas of disrepair, something no Malfoy would allow at their residence. However, the sense of distaste that roiled through his brain was not at the house, but rather at the fact that this tiny, run-down little shack exuded comfort, whereas his Manor never had.
"Quaint," was all he said, a slight smirk perched comfortably on his lips.
Before anyone could respond, he heard an angry shriek from the doorway. A fiery red-haired girl was standing there, wand outstretched, a look of pure fury on her face. The next thing he knew, the world was spinning and going black.
Well, that's a new hex.
"What in Merlin's name is Malfoy doing here? And why the hell did you not even bother to fill me in as to when you were leaving? Except you 'Mione, thanks for treating me as more than a three year old." Ginny paused, turning back on Ron and Harry, "But YOU two. Don't you remember why Fleur and I don't get along? Because she treats me like a child! I thought better of you Harry. I mean, sure, you can prance around after the fucking darklord and choose not to openly show love, but don't do me the disservice of cutting me off completely! You're SUPPOSED to be my friend at least."
"Ginerva Weasley," a voice that sounded remarkably like that of the youngest WEasley came out of the house, "why on EARTH are you..." Molly Weasley stopped short at the sight of four ashamed looking young wizards standing over the fallen body of
"Draco Malfoy. Oh dear"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco woke up slowly, the world spinning and his head aching worse than the time in his fourth year when he'd had a few too many firewhiskies with Blaise.
"Wassgoinon?" he mumbled groggily to himself.
"Oh. Mister Malfoy, you're awake. Wonderful. Would you like something to eat?" A cheerful face (falsely cheerful, if you asked Draco) loomed before him, slowly coming into focus. "Oh of course you do! I can't imagine you've been fed well..." the woman he now recognized as the mother of Ron Weasley trailed off and bustled out of the room.
A moment later she returned, carrying a tray laden with steaming soup, half a loaf of bread, and a large glass of milk. Trailing behind her was a very sullen Ginny Weasley. Molly set the tray on Draco's lap, gave his shoulder an awkward pat, shot her daughter a look and left the room.
Ginny glared at the smirking young man as he watched her fidget.
"Mum insists on feeding everyone, just so you know. You'll get no special treatment here." She broke the silence, caught between the two desperate wishes of getting out of the apology her mother was forcing her to make and wiping that smug grin off of his aristocratic face.
"So every person who shows up unannounced gets hit by that hex?" Draco smirked even wider as Ginny's face pinked a little, "It was a good hex, I've never been on the receiving end of one like that before."
Without waiting for the red-head to respond, he commenced eating.
Oh Merlin, this soup is AMAZING
"Mum reckons the Death Eaters wouldn't really have fed you," Ginny said, sitting in a chair as far away from him as she could get and eyeing him warily.
"She reckoned right. At least, we certainly never eat as well as this." Draco's eyes met hers, filled with genuine like for the food. He paused, the spoon halfway to his mouth, "So, why is your mum making you sit here with me?"
He watched her silently as he continued to eat.
"I'm supposed to apologize," she scowled, a look so funny on her pretty face that Draco nearly choked on his soup in his attempt to avoid laughing.
"Well, you and I both know that you're not sorry, so never mind it then... I won't tell if you won't." He winked at her slyly, "Where have Potter and his dynamic duo gone off to?"
"Godric's Hollow."
Draco looked up at the disappointed tone in her voice.
They left her behind. Off to have grand adventures without her. His thoughts left him slightly speechless; he was learning that there was more to every story than anyone could judge by the way things appeared.
"I'm sorry," he said finally, slightly startling her out of the reverie she'd fallen into.
She laughed, a cold, cynical laugh, a fierce determination shining in her eyes that shocked Draco.
"You're sorry? It's hardly your fault that Voldemort uses the people nearest to his enemies' hearts to manipulate them. Harry told me he couldn't bear it if I were to die and it was his fault. Because it really would be," she rolled her eyes, unsure why she was sharing this with Malfoy, but unable to stop the torrent of words spilling from her mouth. "You've been there with him, Malfoy, and and's not going to leave me alone at any rate. I'm a member of the biggest family of 'blood traitors' according to that kind, and even more than that, I've been posessed by the fucking Dark Lord himself. So now he's going to go after me just because I'm Harry Potter's girlfriend? Doubtful."
Draco stared in amazement at all the carefully hidden rage that was spilling from this girl's perfect mouth.
Perfect mouth? When did you start thinking of a Weasley? God, I'd love to kiss her right now... MALFOY, stop and desist this instant. Say something... Anything. You have to get these thoughts out of your head. You're being foolish... Desperate... His torrential thoughts took him aback slightly and he covered his distress by agreeing with her.
"You know, you're right."
She looked at him, this young man in her brother's bed who was watching her so intently.
"I'm right?" she cocked an eyebrow doubtfully.
"Yeah. The Dark Lord will get around to you either way if he's not stopped. He would have bumped you up on his priority list if you were still dating Potter though. And speaking of Potter... sure the guy has gone through a lot, but really, the guy has a hero complex."
She looked at him in shock as his words echoed her sentiments exactly in regards to Harry's hero complex.
He sighed, rising from the bed to return the tray to the kitchen.In this small a house, a kitchen should be easy to find. Pausing at the door, he looked back at the pretty girl still sitting there in shock, "And you're right that I've been there with him. But I'm not now. I just hope that I can prove that and help out on the right side."
With that final revelation, the door slowly swung shut behind him, leaving Ginny alone with the thougths that were swirling around in her brain, namely of how uncharacteristically comfortable she was around this blonde boy with steely eyes that seemed able to read her soul.