Twisted

By Hannah Davenport (slytherin_punk@hotmail.com)

Rating: PG

Summary: Sequel to "Bent". When Harry, Hermione, and Ron find out about the friendship between Draco and Ginny, things don't go very well. Although she tries to put up a front of anger, Ginny can't help but wonder why Draco wants to be her friend. He is the gorgeous, lovely young man at the top of his class, hanging out with the lowest specimen of the Weasley family, people he has hated for years. What does he want from her?

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. It's just fan fiction!

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Chapter Two:

< >Draco was finally alone - not that it made a difference to his situation, his being alone. He sat quietly on his bedroom floor, feeling very vindictive towards the moonlight which shone through his window, alighting the monstrosity on his burning forearm. His idiotic promise of loyalty that would forevermore disfigure him. Ginny would absolutely die if she saw it.

< >He knew she was the reason his father was so angry with him. The reason why he was black and blue from forehead to toenails. She was his pain. And yet...

< >And yet he couldn't help thinking what he wouldn't give to have her sitting next to him, her head on his aching shoulder as she tried to convince him that life wasn't all bad... And then he considered what a lie that would be. And how impossible. And it killed him even more, because he could just see her sitting with Potter and drinking hot cocoa... laughing and not worrying about him in the slightest.

< >He made a note to make Potter's life a living nightmare when he got back to school.

< >"I hope he's torn up by one of Hagrid's beastly creatures," he said to the Dark Mark, which glistened on his arm. "That would be quite a satisfying demise for the stupid git."

< >"Quite satisfying, indeed," came a reply, and Draco was very, very sure the skull was not speaking to him. He carefully looked up - his every muscle filled with pain as he did so - and saw his father standing in the doorway, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

< >"You're hurting, aren't you, son?" he continued in a voice of mock sympathy.

< >"What do you think?" Draco snapped back, in too much pain to care what his father was planning on using on him next. "Now, what kind of ghastly accident could summon you to my room? I think you've only been here once before..."

< >Lucius smiled that incredibly creepy smile that suggested Draco was going to get a very big surprise. "Or have you come to announce what weaponry you're plotting to beat me with next time?" he continued angrily. "A sword, perhaps? A mace? Or are you just going to set me loose in the labyrinth out in the courtyard?"

< >"You never know when to shut up, do you?" LUcius remarked calmly. "Well, actually, I have a bit of good news for you. The only bit of good news you'll have in a long time because of all your impertenance these past few minutes." Draco looked at his evil, evil father expectantly, who rolled his eyes as if Draco were an idiot. "There is to be an heir to the Dark Lord's throne," he smirked.

< >Draco immediately got the picture. And it killed him to imagine that Ginny was right here with him, looking completely astonished, and begging him not to go through with it. But who was he kidding? She didn't love him back. She was too busy with Harry James Potter - and this career choice would allow him to destroy The Boy Who Ruins Everything. He looked down at his feet, and then at his father, and made a very big mistake: he nodded.

< >Lucius smiled, and left, a sardonic spring in his step. And Draco did the most sensible thing he could think of, which turned out to be something he hadn't done in his entire life. He pulled his knees up to his chin, and he cried, as long and as hard as it was possible for a seventeen-year-old boy to cry. Because he knew - and he had known since the moment he had met Ginny - that his fate was sealed.

Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's somthing left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Hold me now

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< >The first day of term after Christmas was an anxious one for Ginny. She had been waiting to see Draco for a week, and she was lucky enough to spot him at breakfast. Wait a moment, did I say lucky?

< >He was a wreck, and there was simply no other way to put it. He looked like he hadn't slept since she had seen him last, and as he sat at the Slytherin table, she could tell something was wrong.

< >Pansy Parkinson sat down next to him, trying to fix his hair and engage him in some conversation about a shopping spree in Paris, and he was replying, smiling emptily, and encouraging the nitwit of a girl.

< >What on earth do you think you're doing, Draco? she thought bitterly. She only wants you for your money!

< >What? came a startled reply. Oh, Ginny. Listen, I need to know what day it is.

< >Ginny's jaw dropped as she watched him carry the conversation with Pansy, Malcolm Baddock, Graham Pritchard, and Oliver Thames, who was in her year. She could tell - she didn't know how - that his mind wasn't on whatever it was he was saying. It probably wasn't on Pansy, as she twisted his smooth hair into dozens on tiny spikes all over his head. And it most definitely wasn't on the food, because breakfast was kippers, and Draco hated kippers.

< >And then, he stood up, and left the Great Hall, slamming the large doors behind him. She stood up, and followed, her curiosity very, very piqued. When she shut the doors behind her, she looked around for any sign of Draco - and she found him. He was curled up behind the marble staircase in the entrance hall, and he seemed to be crying. The ground seemed to quake beneath Ginny's feet. She immediately assumed that the world was ending, because - no matter what was going on - Draco Lucius Malfoy did not, under any circumstances, cry.

< >She quietly walked over to him, wincing as his shoulders shook with each sob. "Draco?" she said quietly, and he immediately looked up. And then down.

< >"What do you want?" he asked stiffly, running his fingers through his hair, which disrupted Pansy's masterpiece of a hairdo.

< >"I want to talk with you," she replied timidly, taking a step closer. "I'm worried about you, Draco."

< >He glared at her from the corners of his silver eyes. "Right," he said, sarcasm overwhelming the unpleasantness. "Since when do you give a jarvies rump how I feel?"

< >She frowned at him in sadness. "Draco," she whispered, kneeling down next to him, "does this have anything to do with what happened?"

< >"It depends on what you think happened," he replied with a dry and hollow laugh. "Because it has everything to do with everything that's happened, Doctor Ginny. And I can't - no, won't take any more of it."

< >"You sound as if your life is a nightmare," she commented, trying to keep the conversation going.

< >"It'll be as lovely as a rhododendron compared to what Potter will be going through," he said, as if the thought cheered him up a bit. "Now, Weasley, I must ask you to get out of my way. I'm going to be late to my first lesson." With that, he stood, wiped his eyes, and headed up the stairs to History of Magic.

< >"I have a very big problem, Draco." Ginny muttered to herself as she watched him through the crowds of students that had just set off through various corridors. "And the problem is, I have absolutely no idea as to what I'm thinking."

The very thought of you
And I forget to do
The little ordinary things
That everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem to me
That's everything

The mere idea of you
The longing year for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go
Till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower
Your eye in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you
My love

The mere idea of you
The longing year for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go
Till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower
Your eye in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you
My love


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