Fire and Ice

Bursting into flames

"Finally!" Draco growled under his breath. Gasping with the effort, Draco stood, and arched his back as he admired what was in front of him. In his private prefect chamber, dominating the rest of his room, was his wardrobe from Malfoy Manor, which he had Transported using complex magic. He'd nearly passed out with the effort.

Taking off his shirt as his body felt over-heated, Draco sighed, and ruffled his hair.

Opening the dark mahogany doors, Draco gracefully stepped inside, into a large spacious room. Draco smirked slightly, as he remembered his mother gasping as she opened his wardrobe, only to find a Quidditch pitch-sized arena instead of musty winter coats and potions pots. "But it was too small!" five year old Draco had wailed, when his mother admonished him. Laughing loudly later, Draco's father'd patted him on the back, saying "This one will be a fine wizard, he will."

Shaking his head slightly, Draco ventured forth and rummaged through a couple of bookshelves, until he found the book he was looking for. Around him, the room had an almost black-and-white film over it, making everything appear dull and lifeless. Sitting on the floor, cross-legged, Draco opened the old diary and began to read.

Hours passed.

Suddenly, a quiet thump came from the entrance of Draco's "room". Jumping to his feet, an astonished, almost bemused thought crossed his mind as a shot of scarlet filled his doorway. My wardrobe is bursting into flames.

But of course It wasn't.

"Ginny!" Draco choked out, dropping the diary onto the solid ground.

"Draco!" Ginny cried, and ran into his arms. Fresh tears flooded her face as she clung onto Draco's bare skin, wiping her nose unashamedly on his shoulders as she tried to stop crying. He soothed her comfortingly, rubbing warm circles on her back.

"How did you.." Draco began, after Ginny's sobs subsided.

Ginny shook her head, her crimson locks bouncing with the movement.

"I had to get out of Herbology, I couldn't bear to sit around learning meaningless things while you were Merlin-knows-where, I just.. I had to get out. I just thought the most awful things..." as she began to hiccough again, Draco stroked her hair, awed and touched by the vast amount Ginny cared for him. "So I went to the Slytherin wing, and Snape-"

"Snape?"

"No, no, he- he let me go. I was so weird. But it was almost like..."

Draco nodded, not needing an explanation. Ginny changed the topic hastily.

"So what happened?!"

Quickly yet thoroughly, Draco explained everything.

"Dumbledore?! But wait- your father?! A spy?! What?!"

Patiently, Draco nodded. "I don't know what to do, but I have this diary, and it could help."

"Diary? Yours?"

"Not exactly. I was my father's, when he was at Hogwarts. Inside is lots of spells, forbidden spells- but spells, which might be able to help my situation. It's a long shot, but it's something." He looked at Ginny directly, a serious expression on his handsome face.

"Ginny, you know this means that it'll be a lot harder to see each other now my father's got eyes and ears over the school."

Ginny nodded slowly, as though, she too had realised this. Suddenly a wicked grin broke through her desolate expression.

"So," she began, as she turned to straddle Draco, "we better make the most of every second we have together then." Draco smirked, as he very willingly agreed.