Somebody Save Me 2/? and 3/? for selinakyle47
Read Part 1/?.
Title: Somebody Save Me
Summary: Can a broken soul ever be saved?
A/N: This fic is for selinakyle47 who asked for an angsty fic. I am not a good angst-fic writer but I took a shot at it. Hope you like it. I incorporated events in HBP but did not really follow the actual timeline of events. It was a gamble I risked playing because of her one stipulation: DRACO WITH THE DARK MARK. Also it's a cliffhanger since I couldn't write this fic without making it a chaptered fic.
II. Flash of White
GINNY EXCUSED HERSELF from Hermione and went out to the balcony of the room she and Hermione shared on the second floor of a local inn where the four of them decided to settle for the night. She needed some time to think and sort things out. Harry made up his mind and told her to go back to the Burrow where she would be safe from harm. She’d spend the night with them and in the morning she was to be left here at the inn where Charlie would pick her up and take her back home; Harry would contact her father and inform him of their change of plan.
Breathing in the summer night air, Ginny braced her hands on the wooden balustrade and leaned forward, her face tilted up to the dark, starless and moonless sky. It had been like this every summer eve since the Dark Lord rose to power; the sun and the moon were barely visible to the naked eye, it was always clothed with heavyset fogs and storm clouds. It was a very bleak atmosphere. But something amidst the darkness that blanketed the grounds behind the inn caught Ginny’s attention. It moved pretty fast but a flash of silvery white irked her curiosity.
She stared at the spot where she last saw the flash of white. She waited…and waited…and…there! It was on the move! Without thinking twice Ginny turned her back and went outside to investigate. She didn’t take heed of how late it was, all she was concerned about was that flash of white that kept on moving with the speed of light in the trees behind the inn.
Once she was behind the inn she took her wand out, whispered “Lumos!” and used it to guide her through the darkness. As soon as she neared the trees she realized how foolish it was to venture out on her own at this time of the night and with the heightened fear of the unknown now that Dumbledore had perished and the Dark Lord was rapidly rising to power.
Ginny stopped at the edge of the woods not wanting to take another step and disappeared behind the tall trees. Raising her wand hand higher she craned her neck as high as she could in search of that elusive white-something; when it didn’t show itself again she turned her back and headed back to the inn. She still had a long day ahead of her tomorrow. Charlie was picking her up and she wanted to see her brother and friends off when they leave the inn.
She had only taken two steps away from the woods when a pair of strong hands came out of nowhere and dragged her back. She heard a slightly muffled sound before she lost her ability to speak. She opened her mouth to call for help but nothing came out. She was being dragged deeper into the woods by her unknown assailant and she had no means of defending herself.
~ * ~
DRACO WASN’T EXPECTING to actually lure one of Potter’s cronies out to the woods. He spotted them come in to the inn late this afternoon extremely exhausted from their trek and booked two rooms for the night. He was seated in the dining room with its thinning crowd and made sure to hide himself from view and listened in on what the foursome were talking about.
He found out that the Weaslette was being sent back tomorrow; one of her brothers would pick her up at the inn while the other three go on to wherever they were headed; they didn’t discuss much of where they were going, they were far too interested in sending Potter’s ex-girlfriend back to their poor excuse of a house.
He listened carefully, formulating his plan at revenge on Potter for making his life a living hell. He concocted a shot-in-the-dark plan by trying to lure one of Potter’s friends and use them as bait to get to Potter and end his miserable excuse of a life.
Draco knew which room Potter and his friends booked in to and waited until one perfect moment presented itself. He had just ventured out to the woods where the windows of the rooms the foursome booked for the night faced to when Fate made his somewhat impossible task easy. He wasn’t even banking on luring Potter’s ex-girlfriend out; lady luck was on his side this evening as it seemed.
Dragging the feisty Ginny Weasley back with him to the woods, he was having a hard time keeping a hold of her. Good thing he used a silencing charm on her; he could deal with her thrashing about trying to get away. He just needed her out of sight before performing Petrificus Totalus on her; that would make it easier on him to carry her back to his room he booked for the night.
~ * ~
GINNY WAS IN A RIGHT state of panic; she had just been abducted by an unknown assailant all because her curiosity was irked when she saw something white dashed back and forth. She made it even worse by going out on her own without telling anyone where she was going, and now she was defenseless against this faceless abductor of hers. He had a firm hold of her arms and he had the foresight of taking away her ability to scream out for help.
So much was going through her mind right now. She looked around where she was being dragged too and couldn’t help the hairs at the back of her neck from standing. She was being pulled in to the woods and Merlin knows what this lunatic would do to her.
She must’ve been dragged a good five feet from where the back of the inn ended and the woods began before they stopped. She was forcefully shoved up against the trunk of the largest tree within the vicinity. Ginny was momentarily stunned by the sudden change, she recovered quickly, but not quick enough to escape before she heard, in that oddly familiar voice that has haunted her for years since she began her life at Hogwarts, muttered “Petrificus Totalus!” and she was wrapped in a body bind completely helpless from anything else. She dropped to the ground like a sack of flour, unable to move and unable to scream for help. She watched her faceless assailant come closer, stopping at least an arm’s length away from her. She stared at a pair of black shoes made of expensive material and the shoes’ owner slowly knelt down before her, revealing himself to her at long last.
Draco Malfoy swore he had never received such a scathing glare from anyone in his entire seventeen years of existence. If Ginny Weasley could only speak and move at the précised moment he knew he’d have to fight her off him and plug her mouth with something to stop her from screaming his eardrums out.
~ * ~
III. The Morning After
MORNING COULDN’T HAVE come soon enough for Ginny Weasley. Locked up in a room with her worse enemy, she was tied up against one of the chairs the inn boasted in its single bunk bedroom and she could feel the ropes burning her skin each time she tried to break free of it. Malfoy used an unbreakable charm to tighten the ropes’ binds each time she fidgeted.
She came off the full body bind spell and Malfoy even removed the silencing charm he cast on her. Ginny made sure to scream her lungs out at him and gave him a sound scolding, calling him every name she could think of that best fitted him. He only irked her some more by simply lounging on his bunk wearing that annoying smirk on his face.
“Aren’t you the least bit worried that I am attracting so much attention to this very room right now by screaming at you?” she yelled in annoyance.
“No,” was his nonchalant reply.
“And why the hell not?” she demanded.
Draco cocked an eyebrow at her question. Ginny had to admit he just made her feel like a complete idiot with that look he gave her.
“I haven’t gone daft yet, Weasley,” he told her smugly. “I knew you’d throw a fit as soon as you unfroze and got your voice back, so I simply put a silencing charm around the room - you can scream all you want and nobody would hear a pip out of this room.”
“Oh I think you’ve gone way beyond daft, Draco Malfoy,” Ginny snarled back.
“Oh really? How so?” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest and gave his captive a lazy look.
“You’re in league with the Dark Lord. You also conspired to murder Albus Dumbledore. You’ve sunk deeper than anyone would’ve expected you to sink.”
Ginny couldn’t tell if those words caused him to flinch, but whatever it was Draco Malfoy gave her one lest quelling glare then ignored her for the rest of the night. He bid her a gruff good night and went to sleep, conjuring up a curtain divider and probably charmed his own little sleeping area to block out her screams.
She must’ve fallen asleep some time during the night. The next thing she knew it was daylight and the heavy traffic outside the room Malfoy booked himself in to (and where he kept her prisoner) woke her up. She strained her ears to hear what the commotion was about outside. She distinctly heard Hermione’s frantic voice talking in such great speed Ginny could barely understand what she was trying to say, but she got the gist of what was wrong with her: Hermione couldn’t find her.
Ginny struggled to be free off her restraint, but to no avail. She cast a scathing glare at the direction of where Malfoy slept and willed the bastard to wake up and release her. She heard Ron’s and Harry’s voice outside as well, alternately calming Hermione down and cussing at her sudden disappearance.
“Draco Malfoy you get your sorry arse off that bed and release me!” Ginny demanded when she could no longer stand being imprisoned by someone she knew was a weakling and a git. She couldn’t remember how many times she yelled for him to wake up. When her voice was finally getting hoarse she heard movements on the other side of the divider before a bedraggled Malfoy appeared before her. Ginny opened her mouth to say something, but at the sight of him looking rumpled and ruffled from sleep, she was momentarily distracted by the way he appeared. The Draco Malfoy who just got up from bed was different from the normal Draco Malfoy she used to encounter; he looked more innocent, more approachable, more endearing this time of the day than later on.
“About time you woke up!” she scolded when she finally found her voice. “How long are you going to keep me tied up to this damn chair?”
Draco lifted his head and looked at the woman whose nagging woke him. He looked momentarily disoriented until his gaze focused and it framed the chagrined face of the fiery redhead he lured to his den the night before. Normally he’d be repulsed by the sight before him and the company he was with, but after what he had been through this past few weeks, the very sight of Ginny Weasley somehow brightened up his day. Sure sharp-ended daggers were flying out of her eyes and stabbing him in all the right places, but just the sight of her - the sight of another person who was not in league with the dark side - made a difference in him.
She made a nasty comment about his allegiance to the Dark Lord and the deed he was asked to do. He suspected Potter told his friends and the Weasleys, as well as the Deputy Head Ministress and anyone else who’d listen to him, about what really happened that night in the tower. He fell asleep mulling over that disastrous turn of events. He didn’t know why his former head of house finished the deed he couldn’t commit to doing, but he did it anyway and now both of them were on the run - from everyone!
“As long as needed,” Draco snapped back at her and pushed himself off his bunk. He crossed the room to where the en suite bathroom was. He left the door slightly ajar and Ginny heard him turn on the tap water, some splashing sound then the water stopped running. Malfoy appeared from behind the slightly ajar door with his face wet and a small towel in his hand. “Now shut your yap and let me mull over we’re going to get away from here in silence,” he ordered and crossed the room to the small round table, pulled out the other chair and sat down.
“Excuse me? What do you mean...” Ginny’s voice trailed off when Malfoy aimed his wand at her.
“Didn’t I just tell you to shut up?”
Ginny glared at him. “When did you grow a spine, Malfoy?”
Draco ignored her stab at his sudden boldness and contemplated on where to go next. He’d have to smuggle the female Weasley out of this establishment; Potter and his cronies wouldn’t leave until this temperamental redhead was returned to them.
Title: Somebody Save Me
Summary: Can a broken soul ever be saved?
A/N: This fic is for selinakyle47 who asked for an angsty fic. I am not a good angst-fic writer but I took a shot at it. Hope you like it. I incorporated events in HBP but did not really follow the actual timeline of events. It was a gamble I risked playing because of her one stipulation: DRACO WITH THE DARK MARK. Also it's a cliffhanger since I couldn't write this fic without making it a chaptered fic.
II. Flash of White
GINNY EXCUSED HERSELF from Hermione and went out to the balcony of the room she and Hermione shared on the second floor of a local inn where the four of them decided to settle for the night. She needed some time to think and sort things out. Harry made up his mind and told her to go back to the Burrow where she would be safe from harm. She’d spend the night with them and in the morning she was to be left here at the inn where Charlie would pick her up and take her back home; Harry would contact her father and inform him of their change of plan.
Breathing in the summer night air, Ginny braced her hands on the wooden balustrade and leaned forward, her face tilted up to the dark, starless and moonless sky. It had been like this every summer eve since the Dark Lord rose to power; the sun and the moon were barely visible to the naked eye, it was always clothed with heavyset fogs and storm clouds. It was a very bleak atmosphere. But something amidst the darkness that blanketed the grounds behind the inn caught Ginny’s attention. It moved pretty fast but a flash of silvery white irked her curiosity.
She stared at the spot where she last saw the flash of white. She waited…and waited…and…there! It was on the move! Without thinking twice Ginny turned her back and went outside to investigate. She didn’t take heed of how late it was, all she was concerned about was that flash of white that kept on moving with the speed of light in the trees behind the inn.
Once she was behind the inn she took her wand out, whispered “Lumos!” and used it to guide her through the darkness. As soon as she neared the trees she realized how foolish it was to venture out on her own at this time of the night and with the heightened fear of the unknown now that Dumbledore had perished and the Dark Lord was rapidly rising to power.
Ginny stopped at the edge of the woods not wanting to take another step and disappeared behind the tall trees. Raising her wand hand higher she craned her neck as high as she could in search of that elusive white-something; when it didn’t show itself again she turned her back and headed back to the inn. She still had a long day ahead of her tomorrow. Charlie was picking her up and she wanted to see her brother and friends off when they leave the inn.
She had only taken two steps away from the woods when a pair of strong hands came out of nowhere and dragged her back. She heard a slightly muffled sound before she lost her ability to speak. She opened her mouth to call for help but nothing came out. She was being dragged deeper into the woods by her unknown assailant and she had no means of defending herself.
~ * ~
DRACO WASN’T EXPECTING to actually lure one of Potter’s cronies out to the woods. He spotted them come in to the inn late this afternoon extremely exhausted from their trek and booked two rooms for the night. He was seated in the dining room with its thinning crowd and made sure to hide himself from view and listened in on what the foursome were talking about.
He found out that the Weaslette was being sent back tomorrow; one of her brothers would pick her up at the inn while the other three go on to wherever they were headed; they didn’t discuss much of where they were going, they were far too interested in sending Potter’s ex-girlfriend back to their poor excuse of a house.
He listened carefully, formulating his plan at revenge on Potter for making his life a living hell. He concocted a shot-in-the-dark plan by trying to lure one of Potter’s friends and use them as bait to get to Potter and end his miserable excuse of a life.
Draco knew which room Potter and his friends booked in to and waited until one perfect moment presented itself. He had just ventured out to the woods where the windows of the rooms the foursome booked for the night faced to when Fate made his somewhat impossible task easy. He wasn’t even banking on luring Potter’s ex-girlfriend out; lady luck was on his side this evening as it seemed.
Dragging the feisty Ginny Weasley back with him to the woods, he was having a hard time keeping a hold of her. Good thing he used a silencing charm on her; he could deal with her thrashing about trying to get away. He just needed her out of sight before performing Petrificus Totalus on her; that would make it easier on him to carry her back to his room he booked for the night.
~ * ~
GINNY WAS IN A RIGHT state of panic; she had just been abducted by an unknown assailant all because her curiosity was irked when she saw something white dashed back and forth. She made it even worse by going out on her own without telling anyone where she was going, and now she was defenseless against this faceless abductor of hers. He had a firm hold of her arms and he had the foresight of taking away her ability to scream out for help.
So much was going through her mind right now. She looked around where she was being dragged too and couldn’t help the hairs at the back of her neck from standing. She was being pulled in to the woods and Merlin knows what this lunatic would do to her.
She must’ve been dragged a good five feet from where the back of the inn ended and the woods began before they stopped. She was forcefully shoved up against the trunk of the largest tree within the vicinity. Ginny was momentarily stunned by the sudden change, she recovered quickly, but not quick enough to escape before she heard, in that oddly familiar voice that has haunted her for years since she began her life at Hogwarts, muttered “Petrificus Totalus!” and she was wrapped in a body bind completely helpless from anything else. She dropped to the ground like a sack of flour, unable to move and unable to scream for help. She watched her faceless assailant come closer, stopping at least an arm’s length away from her. She stared at a pair of black shoes made of expensive material and the shoes’ owner slowly knelt down before her, revealing himself to her at long last.
Draco Malfoy swore he had never received such a scathing glare from anyone in his entire seventeen years of existence. If Ginny Weasley could only speak and move at the précised moment he knew he’d have to fight her off him and plug her mouth with something to stop her from screaming his eardrums out.
~ * ~
III. The Morning After
MORNING COULDN’T HAVE come soon enough for Ginny Weasley. Locked up in a room with her worse enemy, she was tied up against one of the chairs the inn boasted in its single bunk bedroom and she could feel the ropes burning her skin each time she tried to break free of it. Malfoy used an unbreakable charm to tighten the ropes’ binds each time she fidgeted.
She came off the full body bind spell and Malfoy even removed the silencing charm he cast on her. Ginny made sure to scream her lungs out at him and gave him a sound scolding, calling him every name she could think of that best fitted him. He only irked her some more by simply lounging on his bunk wearing that annoying smirk on his face.
“Aren’t you the least bit worried that I am attracting so much attention to this very room right now by screaming at you?” she yelled in annoyance.
“No,” was his nonchalant reply.
“And why the hell not?” she demanded.
Draco cocked an eyebrow at her question. Ginny had to admit he just made her feel like a complete idiot with that look he gave her.
“I haven’t gone daft yet, Weasley,” he told her smugly. “I knew you’d throw a fit as soon as you unfroze and got your voice back, so I simply put a silencing charm around the room - you can scream all you want and nobody would hear a pip out of this room.”
“Oh I think you’ve gone way beyond daft, Draco Malfoy,” Ginny snarled back.
“Oh really? How so?” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest and gave his captive a lazy look.
“You’re in league with the Dark Lord. You also conspired to murder Albus Dumbledore. You’ve sunk deeper than anyone would’ve expected you to sink.”
Ginny couldn’t tell if those words caused him to flinch, but whatever it was Draco Malfoy gave her one lest quelling glare then ignored her for the rest of the night. He bid her a gruff good night and went to sleep, conjuring up a curtain divider and probably charmed his own little sleeping area to block out her screams.
She must’ve fallen asleep some time during the night. The next thing she knew it was daylight and the heavy traffic outside the room Malfoy booked himself in to (and where he kept her prisoner) woke her up. She strained her ears to hear what the commotion was about outside. She distinctly heard Hermione’s frantic voice talking in such great speed Ginny could barely understand what she was trying to say, but she got the gist of what was wrong with her: Hermione couldn’t find her.
Ginny struggled to be free off her restraint, but to no avail. She cast a scathing glare at the direction of where Malfoy slept and willed the bastard to wake up and release her. She heard Ron’s and Harry’s voice outside as well, alternately calming Hermione down and cussing at her sudden disappearance.
“Draco Malfoy you get your sorry arse off that bed and release me!” Ginny demanded when she could no longer stand being imprisoned by someone she knew was a weakling and a git. She couldn’t remember how many times she yelled for him to wake up. When her voice was finally getting hoarse she heard movements on the other side of the divider before a bedraggled Malfoy appeared before her. Ginny opened her mouth to say something, but at the sight of him looking rumpled and ruffled from sleep, she was momentarily distracted by the way he appeared. The Draco Malfoy who just got up from bed was different from the normal Draco Malfoy she used to encounter; he looked more innocent, more approachable, more endearing this time of the day than later on.
“About time you woke up!” she scolded when she finally found her voice. “How long are you going to keep me tied up to this damn chair?”
Draco lifted his head and looked at the woman whose nagging woke him. He looked momentarily disoriented until his gaze focused and it framed the chagrined face of the fiery redhead he lured to his den the night before. Normally he’d be repulsed by the sight before him and the company he was with, but after what he had been through this past few weeks, the very sight of Ginny Weasley somehow brightened up his day. Sure sharp-ended daggers were flying out of her eyes and stabbing him in all the right places, but just the sight of her - the sight of another person who was not in league with the dark side - made a difference in him.
She made a nasty comment about his allegiance to the Dark Lord and the deed he was asked to do. He suspected Potter told his friends and the Weasleys, as well as the Deputy Head Ministress and anyone else who’d listen to him, about what really happened that night in the tower. He fell asleep mulling over that disastrous turn of events. He didn’t know why his former head of house finished the deed he couldn’t commit to doing, but he did it anyway and now both of them were on the run - from everyone!
“As long as needed,” Draco snapped back at her and pushed himself off his bunk. He crossed the room to where the en suite bathroom was. He left the door slightly ajar and Ginny heard him turn on the tap water, some splashing sound then the water stopped running. Malfoy appeared from behind the slightly ajar door with his face wet and a small towel in his hand. “Now shut your yap and let me mull over we’re going to get away from here in silence,” he ordered and crossed the room to the small round table, pulled out the other chair and sat down.
“Excuse me? What do you mean...” Ginny’s voice trailed off when Malfoy aimed his wand at her.
“Didn’t I just tell you to shut up?”
Ginny glared at him. “When did you grow a spine, Malfoy?”
Draco ignored her stab at his sudden boldness and contemplated on where to go next. He’d have to smuggle the female Weasley out of this establishment; Potter and his cronies wouldn’t leave until this temperamental redhead was returned to them.