As Thou Being Mine
Author’s jibberish: Geez, this is scary territory…a chapter fic with these kids…
This story is dedicated to my sister, Xiaoyu Ling, cuz I fear her ass-kicking… =)
Chapter 2: Haunted
Last night’s aide work was simple.
Professor Snape told me to take inventory for all his potions ingredients. It
was supposed to take me yesterday and today but since I finished it, I’ll have
nothing to do today.
Yesterday, the littlest Weasley was
serving detention with Professor Snape. We were locked in the potions closet
for a while. The strangest thing happened: I told her I didn’t care to be a
Death-eater…not in those exact words. In any case, she offered to be a bloody
counselor and tell her my problems. I am not a sorry case, I refuse to be! She
probably wants to “share my feelings” and other rubbish. She got me thinking…
…Which was probably why I dreamt of
her last night. I was in bed, alone in my Head-Boy room, when I was stirred by
this light. I woke and saw her, sitting at the foot of my bed. She was dressed
in a white nightgown that ended at her calves. Personally, it intensified the
color of her red hair. In any case, there she was, staring at me. I demanded to
know why she was there.
“It was willed,” was her answer.
Now, isn’t that vague beyond all
types of logical reason?
“Who willed it?” I hissed.
“Why must you question? Not
everything has reasons to explain.”
“Well, there must be a reason to why
I’m seeing you of all people.”
She just gave me a smile…like a
child to her little dolly.
And that’s when I woke up.
Draco Malfoy did not have a pleasant morning. He pondered and pondered until his brain was going to spill out of his ears. What was the cause of Draco to see little Ginny Weasley in his dream?
He watched her from under his lashes. She was dressed in her Gryffindor school robes. Her hair was gathered in a ponytail, creating a 4-inch tail coming out the back of her head. No accessories, no make-up… she looked so simple. Sure, Dream-Ginny didn’t wear any extra colors to her face but her hair was loosely flowing and she seemed to have a type of glow to her. She could clean up well, if she tried…
Great, Draco sneered, you’re thinking Little Weasley as slightly desirable… He didn’t feel like eating anymore and decided to walk somewhere…away…far, far away.
“Malfoy,” Crabbe asked. “Hold a minute--.”
Draco was already gone.
“What’s with him?” Goyle asked.
Crabbe shrugged.
Draco
wandered until he spotted two familiar people sitting on a windowsill in the
hallway towards the
Hermione Granger, Head-Girl, and her boyfriend, famous Harry Potter, were enjoying the morning together.
“‘My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love is deep. The more I give to thee’,” Hermione smiled to the boy who was attentive to her every word, “‘the more I have, for both are infinitive’.”
Urgh, she was reading a book to him. And not just any book: Romeo and Juliet. She was reading from the famous balcony scene, right after the couple decided to marry.
“Is this boring you, Harry?” Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head and reached out, taking her hand in his own. He rubbed his thumb slowly against her knuckles. “I like hearing your voice. It’s comforting.”
If Draco actually ate anything, he’d vomit. He vowed to never read Shakespeare again. He turned away, and headed to the library.
The library, untraditionally for a Saturday, was nearly packed. All the front seats were taken and the side tables near the windows were full as well. The occupants were mostly wrapped in red and gold scarves. Did someone assign a dreadful essay to the Gryffindors? It almost made Draco laugh.
He found an empty 6-seater table near the very back of the library. It was near a cold wall that was surrounded by shelves of books. It was a rather secluded spot. “Perfect,” he muttered. The last thing he needed was to be bugged…by a certain red-head. He flopped down at the table’s head.
And speak of the Devil, the moment he looked up, the red-head in question sat at his table, two seats away. She was so immersed in the book in her hands; she didn’t notice her table partner. When Ginny looked up, she saw Draco giving her a death glare. Just when he thought he got away, she showed up…
“Everywhere else is full,” she reasoned.
“I know,” he snapped. But why did she sit here with him? Did she really have to read her book here? And why wasn’t she enjoying her day off? She’s becoming like Granger, he joked silently. His eyes turned to the book’s spine. In thin letters, it read ‘Romeo and Juliet’. Draco rolled his eyes. Even more like Granger than I thought. “Will I ever get away from bloody Romeo and sodding Juliet?” he bit.
Astounded, she looked up at him. “If you don’t like my literature taste, you aren’t forced to look at it.”
“Nevermind,” he grumbled, resting his chin against his fist.
“How did you know Romeo and Juliet? I thought you shun everything of Muggles,” Ginny asked.
He looked at her for a moment and then his eyes turned away as he said, “My mother.”
She didn’t quite understand, so she moved to the seat right beside him. “Sorry?”
“My mother would read to me when I was young: poetry, sonnets, plays; wizard and non-wizard types alike. She stopped around the time I was eight.”
“Why?” she asked but the look he gave her told her not to push it. She could only guess why anything happened in his life: Lucius, his father. “Does she have the books still?”
“No,” he admitted. “I have them. I take them with me to school…and read them when I need to be accompanied with some sort of intelligence.”
He must have had a lack due to Crabbe and Goyle. Ginny stifled a giggle. “So you’ve read this play?”
Draco leaned towards her, locking his eyes with hers. In a lowered voice, he said, “‘Beauty too rich for use, for earth to dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows as yonder lady over her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand. And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw true beauty till this night’…”
Ginny felt herself flush as she froze, locked in Draco’s gaze. Her surroundings went totally dim and she could only hear his voice as if it was melting any sort of reaction. She couldn’t move as they gazed at each other for a few more moments.
She snapped out of her trance-like state when Draco sat up straight again, moving away from her. “Act 1, Scene 5, when Romeo sees Juliet at the feast.”
Hurrying, she fumbled to that section and found Romeo’s quote. “Oh…” she gulped, hoping her blush wasn’t noticeable. “You have a good memory.”
“I’ve read it about 10 or so odd times already,” he told her. Although now, he’s not quite sure if he would again, seeing that the dream couple was having a mushy moment with one of his favorite plays.
“I myself have only read some Shakespeare plays,” Ginny said. “I’ve read some Jane Austen work as well. I wish there was a better selection here.”
“Shame, Weasley, really,” Draco stood up. He knew she was trying to make small talk. He knew he must leave quickly; he was beginning to flashback to his dream.
“It’s Ginny,” she corrected.
“Whatever,” Draco said over his shoulder as he walked away. He took a backward glance and saw Ginny look towards the table. He grimaced inwardly as she slammed the book shut and leaned back, refusing to read.
It was going to be a long weekend. Let’s just hope she doesn’t pop out of nowhere…
But she did. It was within a few nights that Draco had another dream. It seemed to continue off the previous. She sat there peacefully, lovely as a rose, smiling at him.
She crawled towards his lying form and titled her head to one side. “You worry?”
“You’re still here?” Draco couldn’t believe it. “Will I ever get away from you?”
She leaned closer to his face, her red bangs brushing against his forehead. He sat rigid for a few moments, staring into her coffee colored eyes. Their mouths were a mere 2 inches from each other as she smiled again. “You have no idea…do you?”
“About what?” She was getting annoying, Draco thought.
“Everything,” she said, pulling herself away. She scooted to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side.
“That’s it?” Draco hissed. “That’s all you have to say to me?”
And a chill ran down Draco’s back as her head slowly turned to him, that same girlish smile on her mouth. “What satisfaction can you have tonight?”
Before his features moved, he saw his Slytherin green drapes hanging on his four-post bed. He had just woken from his dream. He took a deep breath. That Weasley girl has a strange haunting presence in his dream; getting annoying really.
“What satisfaction can you have tonight?” he muttered to himself, repeating what she said.
He yanked the black sheets away from his body, revealing his silk forest green pajama pants. With only the light of candles, he opened his trunk and opened the compartment right under the hood. About 20 pocketbooks were stacked up and lying in front of him.
Why did her
phrase ring a bell in his head? Why did it sound like he heard it before? Draco
pulled out the book Great Expectations.
“That can’t be right…” he placed it on the floor, beside him. The Lord of the Rings…definitely not. The
He decided to skim through the Shakespeare plays. He started with Much Ado about Nothing and was ½ way through Hamlet when his eyes fell upon his copy of Romeo and Juliet.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” he tossed Hamlet aside. He picked up Romeo and Juliet and brought it with him to bed. He opened up to the first act and carefully read through it. His eyes narrowed as he came to a line in Act 2, Scene 2.
Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have
tonight?
Dream-Ginny said a line of Juliet. Why that character of all people and why this play?
My only love sprung from my only hate…
Draco felt like vomiting. Without giving it another thought, he shut the book, put it on his nightstand and tried to get some sleep.
Later, he stayed up and found himself re-reading the play.
…~*to be continued*~…
Author’s jibberish: Check my website…got a pix for this chapter…
Many thanks to Mr. William Shakespeare as well…he’s so cool
=D