Devils and Dust
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
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Adult ++
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14,977
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Chapter five
Chapter five
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness or a death,
But of a love turned to ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
Young seed and there yearly and the sky bequeath
Its friendly weathers down, far underneath
Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
That April should be shattered by a gust,
That August should be levelled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
Sonnet from Second April by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Several very long minutes had passed since Draco had left the tent and he had just decided to go charging back in when the tent flapped opened and his father’s smiling face appeared.
He had rarely seen his father smile and he thought for sure that he must have killed her, but as he looked over his father’s shoulder he saw her sitting on the bed, not unharmed, but no more so than when he’d left.
“Come in Draco, my pet and I have had a little chat and she sees that you are not a threat to her.”
When no more banshee-like yelling came from Ginny at this statement Draco stepped gingerly inside the tent, taking care to stand as far away from her as was possible in the small tent.
She looked at him coldly and her voice was flat when she spoke.
“You have no need to fear me. You’re a bastard and you’ve always been a bastard, but you’ve never claimed to be my friend and you’ve never betrayed me.” She turned away seeming to dismiss his presence, and whispered, more to herself than anyone, “But they have, they all have.”
He opened his mouth, but words failed him. How was he supposed to deal with this new development? If he told her he was here to rescue her on behalf of her friends would that be enough to convince her of their loyalty? Or would she turn him over to his father? He had no way of knowing just how far under Lucius’s spell she had fallen. Not that it was likely that he’d get a chance to speak with her alone anytime soon.
“I’ve got some business to take care of Draco. Stay and keep my pet company. But if she wishes you to leave you will do so. Is that understood?”
Draco had to summon every bit of willpower he possessed to keep his jaw from dropping. Here he was being given a chance, possibly his only chance, to be alone with her, and he hadn’t had time to figure out whether her loyalties were now with his father.
“I..of course father.”
Lucius smiled at Ginny. “Good. I wouldn’t want you upset.”
Ginny merely nodded, but that seemed to satisfy Lucius, for he turned and left the tent.
There was silence in the tent for several moments after Lucius left. Ginny obviously had no wish to engage in any sort of conversation and Draco had no idea what to say. But he had to find out where she stood. Because either way he wasn’t leaving this camp until Lucius was dead.
“You’re brother has been absolutely despondent since you were captured. I’ve never seen anyone look so defeated. It’s really quite amusing.”
She had been staring off into space but her focus snapped into attention at those words. “Is that what he’s been doing? Wallowing in grief? A pretty, but altogether useless gesture. An ocean of tears does nothing to help me. I hope he drowns in them,” she spit out as her hands curled in the sheets.
“No, you’re quite right about that.” He took a deep breath. It was now or never. “But sending an enemy undercover to rescue you is considerably less useless, I should say.”
He watched her face as the realization dawned. But happy relief was not the expression that graced her features as he’d hoped. No, the words to describe the emotion swirling in her eyes and contorting her facial muscles were bitter anger. And what she said next confirmed it.
She stood abruptly and walked up to within an inch of his face, heedless of her nakedness. “Am I supposed to feel grateful? Is that what you expected? Am I supposed to just forgive and forget,” she hissed into his face.
And before he could guess her intent or even think to stop her she’d grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs.
He tried to jerk it back but she had a death grip on him.
“Do you feel that? Do you feel how I’m torn? Your father may have done it but they allowed it to be done. How am I supposed to forgive when I can never ever forget?”
She let go of his hand and stepped back. His fingers felt wet and when he looked down to see them painted with her blood he felt like someone had scooped his insides out.
What was he supposed to say to her? There were no words he could say to heal the damage within her, but he had to rescue her from this.
“So you would rather stay here? Stay where he can just hurt you more? I don’t care if you never speak to any of your family again but you are coming back to Hogwarts with me. I will not leave you here with my father.”
He grabbed her arm, but almost let it go in surprise as she laughed.
“Do you think I’m going to stay here? Do you think I’m going to sit here and be your father’s fucking pet? Your father obviously does. He thinks that since I’ve turned against my family that now I’ll turn to him. But I’m not going back to Hogwarts. I have nothing to go back to and I’m certainly not going to stay here. It’s all over now. I have nothing left to survive for.”
Before he could respond to that, his father walked in, all smiles, and Ginny pulled free of him and walked over to the bed. “Having a chat are we? That’s good. It would be convenient if you two got along well together. I have such great plans for you both. Ah yes, the youth are our future.”
He had turned his back to Ginny, obviously not seeing her as a threat anymore. He thought for sure she had been turned. And that was the last mistake he ever made.
With the knife he’d used to carve his name into her chest, the one he’d so carelessly left on the bed, Ginny came up behind him and slit his throat; with such force that the cut went almost all the way to his spine, nearly decapitating him. And he had just enough time to realize what had happened before he died. The last sight he saw was Ginny’s smiling face.
As his father’s body fell to the floor between them, and Ginny stood staring transfixed, with a small smile of satisfaction on her face, he didn’t no whether to grab her and run, or just plain run.
The smile fell from her face as the adrenalin faded. She had killed him, something she’d been wanting to do for weeks, and now it seemed she had no will to do anything. She had no one to keep her here anymore, but she had nowhere to go either. Despite the gaping wound in his neck, his eyes were closed and he looked almost...peaceful. That’s what she really wanted. Just peace. After all her suffering.
She wasn’t paying much attention to Draco and when he asked her if she knew where they were she answered automatically without thinking.
“Where just outside a little fishing town in Wales. Lucius said he used to come here years ago and have great fun tormenting the muggles. But now he will have no more fun,” she whispered to herself, her finger stroking lightly along the blade of the knife.
Draco knew exactly what town she was talking about. His father had taken him along on one of his ‘muggle hunts’ when he’d been barely ten years old.
Before Ginny could wonder why he’d asked, he came behind her crushing her against him. Making sure to keep clear of the knife she still held loosely in her hand, he apparated them both back to Hogwarts.
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness or a death,
But of a love turned to ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
Young seed and there yearly and the sky bequeath
Its friendly weathers down, far underneath
Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
That April should be shattered by a gust,
That August should be levelled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
Sonnet from Second April by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Several very long minutes had passed since Draco had left the tent and he had just decided to go charging back in when the tent flapped opened and his father’s smiling face appeared.
He had rarely seen his father smile and he thought for sure that he must have killed her, but as he looked over his father’s shoulder he saw her sitting on the bed, not unharmed, but no more so than when he’d left.
“Come in Draco, my pet and I have had a little chat and she sees that you are not a threat to her.”
When no more banshee-like yelling came from Ginny at this statement Draco stepped gingerly inside the tent, taking care to stand as far away from her as was possible in the small tent.
She looked at him coldly and her voice was flat when she spoke.
“You have no need to fear me. You’re a bastard and you’ve always been a bastard, but you’ve never claimed to be my friend and you’ve never betrayed me.” She turned away seeming to dismiss his presence, and whispered, more to herself than anyone, “But they have, they all have.”
He opened his mouth, but words failed him. How was he supposed to deal with this new development? If he told her he was here to rescue her on behalf of her friends would that be enough to convince her of their loyalty? Or would she turn him over to his father? He had no way of knowing just how far under Lucius’s spell she had fallen. Not that it was likely that he’d get a chance to speak with her alone anytime soon.
“I’ve got some business to take care of Draco. Stay and keep my pet company. But if she wishes you to leave you will do so. Is that understood?”
Draco had to summon every bit of willpower he possessed to keep his jaw from dropping. Here he was being given a chance, possibly his only chance, to be alone with her, and he hadn’t had time to figure out whether her loyalties were now with his father.
“I..of course father.”
Lucius smiled at Ginny. “Good. I wouldn’t want you upset.”
Ginny merely nodded, but that seemed to satisfy Lucius, for he turned and left the tent.
There was silence in the tent for several moments after Lucius left. Ginny obviously had no wish to engage in any sort of conversation and Draco had no idea what to say. But he had to find out where she stood. Because either way he wasn’t leaving this camp until Lucius was dead.
“You’re brother has been absolutely despondent since you were captured. I’ve never seen anyone look so defeated. It’s really quite amusing.”
She had been staring off into space but her focus snapped into attention at those words. “Is that what he’s been doing? Wallowing in grief? A pretty, but altogether useless gesture. An ocean of tears does nothing to help me. I hope he drowns in them,” she spit out as her hands curled in the sheets.
“No, you’re quite right about that.” He took a deep breath. It was now or never. “But sending an enemy undercover to rescue you is considerably less useless, I should say.”
He watched her face as the realization dawned. But happy relief was not the expression that graced her features as he’d hoped. No, the words to describe the emotion swirling in her eyes and contorting her facial muscles were bitter anger. And what she said next confirmed it.
She stood abruptly and walked up to within an inch of his face, heedless of her nakedness. “Am I supposed to feel grateful? Is that what you expected? Am I supposed to just forgive and forget,” she hissed into his face.
And before he could guess her intent or even think to stop her she’d grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs.
He tried to jerk it back but she had a death grip on him.
“Do you feel that? Do you feel how I’m torn? Your father may have done it but they allowed it to be done. How am I supposed to forgive when I can never ever forget?”
She let go of his hand and stepped back. His fingers felt wet and when he looked down to see them painted with her blood he felt like someone had scooped his insides out.
What was he supposed to say to her? There were no words he could say to heal the damage within her, but he had to rescue her from this.
“So you would rather stay here? Stay where he can just hurt you more? I don’t care if you never speak to any of your family again but you are coming back to Hogwarts with me. I will not leave you here with my father.”
He grabbed her arm, but almost let it go in surprise as she laughed.
“Do you think I’m going to stay here? Do you think I’m going to sit here and be your father’s fucking pet? Your father obviously does. He thinks that since I’ve turned against my family that now I’ll turn to him. But I’m not going back to Hogwarts. I have nothing to go back to and I’m certainly not going to stay here. It’s all over now. I have nothing left to survive for.”
Before he could respond to that, his father walked in, all smiles, and Ginny pulled free of him and walked over to the bed. “Having a chat are we? That’s good. It would be convenient if you two got along well together. I have such great plans for you both. Ah yes, the youth are our future.”
He had turned his back to Ginny, obviously not seeing her as a threat anymore. He thought for sure she had been turned. And that was the last mistake he ever made.
With the knife he’d used to carve his name into her chest, the one he’d so carelessly left on the bed, Ginny came up behind him and slit his throat; with such force that the cut went almost all the way to his spine, nearly decapitating him. And he had just enough time to realize what had happened before he died. The last sight he saw was Ginny’s smiling face.
As his father’s body fell to the floor between them, and Ginny stood staring transfixed, with a small smile of satisfaction on her face, he didn’t no whether to grab her and run, or just plain run.
The smile fell from her face as the adrenalin faded. She had killed him, something she’d been wanting to do for weeks, and now it seemed she had no will to do anything. She had no one to keep her here anymore, but she had nowhere to go either. Despite the gaping wound in his neck, his eyes were closed and he looked almost...peaceful. That’s what she really wanted. Just peace. After all her suffering.
She wasn’t paying much attention to Draco and when he asked her if she knew where they were she answered automatically without thinking.
“Where just outside a little fishing town in Wales. Lucius said he used to come here years ago and have great fun tormenting the muggles. But now he will have no more fun,” she whispered to herself, her finger stroking lightly along the blade of the knife.
Draco knew exactly what town she was talking about. His father had taken him along on one of his ‘muggle hunts’ when he’d been barely ten years old.
Before Ginny could wonder why he’d asked, he came behind her crushing her against him. Making sure to keep clear of the knife she still held loosely in her hand, he apparated them both back to Hogwarts.