Fire and Ice

A Peace Offering

"So... Snape couldn't see us at all?"

Draco sighed, and repeated, "no."

"That must've been a very powerful Invisibility curse... Hmmm..." her voice drifted off, until the two of them were sitting in complete silence.

For the past eight minutes, Draco was telling Ginny about how they ended up where they currently were. Ginny was sitting on the floor, curled up. Draco was sitting in a chair, straight and proper.

The silence stretched. Draco disliked silence.

"What?" he exclaimed irritably, clearly unnerved by Ginny's brooding silence.

"What spell did you use? The one the fake Mad-Eye taught us?"Her voice was ususually sharp and peircing. Draco blinked, and ruffled his platinum strands, wary of her next words. What was she getting at? "Of course you didn't." slowly, Ginny's voice rose, until she was shaking with anger. Her flaming hair surrounded her torso, almost shimmering, giving the impression that Ginny was almost flaming with fury. "YOU DARE USE DARK MAGIC IN HOGWARTS?! YOU DARE?! AFTER EVERYTHING ALBUS DUMBLEDORE HAS DONE TO KEEP THIS SCHOOL-"

"Are you joking? You do realise that, had I not cast the Invisi Curse the both of us would have most likely been expelled?" Draco didn't even bother to ask Ginny to keep her voice low; no one ever went near the South wing- no one would be around. He swallowed.

Vibrating like the Muggle-appliance Draco wrote an essay on three weeks prior, the youngest Weasley slid onto the floor, and began to sob quietly. Each gasp of air tore through Draco's chest, until he could bear it no longer.

"Stop that."

The crying continued.

Exasperated, Draco ruffled his hair once more and cracked the joints in this knee, another habit, in which Draco relished.

Why was Weasley so opposed to Dark Magic?! It's not like she'd experience any Dark Magic personally... a memory of something twitched in Draco's mind, but he could not hold onto it.

He stared at the figure on the floor. Womanly curves sketched out her thighs and breasts, while her stomach remained completely flat. Her toned arms, obviously from all the hard labour she undoubtedly does at her hovel of a house he thought scathingly, created a delightful contrast to her boldly shaped thighs. The looked soft.

Suddenly, disgusted at his last thought, Draco jerked and smashed his elbow onto the table in full speed. Hissing in pain, Draco swept is hair back and cradled his injured joint. Sparks of red hot pain shot up his arms, it was sure to be splintered. Quietly, snuffling slightly, Ginny rose and sighed, staring at Draco's arms. Following her piercing gaze, Draco realised that the cuts in his arms from the smashed bottle of Fire Whisky were still open. No wonder he felt slightly dizzy (not that he would ever show it). Dark scarlet stains etched over his white shirt, it was an art piece.

Tap, tap, tap.

Her light foosteps quietly hit the floor as the Griffindoor approached the Slytherin.

Taking out her wand in her right hand, she placed it on the floor. A peace offering? No, she was only placing it on the floor to use later. She knelt down directly in front of Drac's legs. Suudenly, Draco was slapped with numerous de-ja-vu's of other girls doing the same thing. This time however, the girl had something different in mind.

"Take off your robe and shirt," Ginny murmured soflty. Or maybe she didn't.

For some unknown reason, Draco felt oblidged to obey her. Maybe it was because he felt guilty for making her cry.

Ginny avoided staring at his toned abs and muscular arms. Draco didn't know whether to feel grateful or insulted.

Raising her wand in her right hand, Ginny began murmuring an incantation, a look of concentration etched onto her freckled-face. Suddenly, the pain in Draco's elbow vanished. Softly stroking his forearms, Ginny managed to sitch together every wound and cut she could feel. Twenty minutes later, all that was left on Draco's arms were faint, ivory scars.

The Griffindoor exhaled.

Staring at his arms, speechless, Draco swallowed. Healing was very advanced magic. Seemingly satisfied with her work, Ginny's eyes closed as she took a nap.

"Thanks, Weasley," Draco murmured. Ginny smiled slightly in response.