Red as Blood

Red as Blood

By Eskarina

Colin! Stop!

She wanted to scream. But she couldn't.

She could only let a little whisper out.

"Colin..."

And then he kissed her. Slowly.

He kissed her mouth, her neck. He kissed her everywhere. His hands were moving up and down over her body.

"Colin..." she tried again, whispering. "Please, don-."

But he took his wand and silenced her with a spell, stopping her protest. Then he kissed her again, slowly.

Slowly he pushed her down on the bed. He began to take her clothes off of her. First it was her shirt that he took off of her. Then her bra.

He moved slowly down over her stomach. He kissed her. He touched her breasts. He whispered her name.

"Ginevra..."

Then he took her skirt off of her. Then her briefs. He kissed her on the inside of her thighs. He touched... Her...

She closed her eyes. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. But she couldn't.

She could sense it when he took his trousers off.

She could feel it, when he made his way through her; when he moved inside her.

He gasped.

She did the same.

She had never felt such a pain before...

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But she couldn't. She wouldn't.

She didn't want him to se the pain that she felt. She didn't want him to see the pain that he created.

But when she was alone she cried. And screamed.

And changed.

And died.

Inside...

And only one saw it.

--~

None of them knew when it really had started.

Those long looks, they'd sent to each other. The little nod, they gave to each other, when they met in the hall.

All secret smiles they shared.

His sixth year had started out different than normal. More than ever, he wanted to beat Potter and his friends; The Weasel and The Mudblood.

He wanted the beat them for the damage they had done to him; to him and his family.

To him and the Dark Lord. To everyone he loved. To everyone he believed in.

To him.

He wanted to beat them, because he hated them. He really hated them.

Before had it only been disgust, he felt against The Trio, but not anymore. Now it was hate.

A deep, deep hate.

A hate he couldn't escape from.

A hate that slowly burned him up inside.

He wanted to kill them.

--~

That was the reason to why, he, in the start of the term, didn't see her. He did hear her, up cause. Her laugher was everywhere. So were her smiles.

She was always happy.

For a time.

She did suddenly changed from a warm-hearted, young girl to a cold and cynical woman. The hall grew quiet without her laughter. Her eyes changed. From a happy light brown colour to a darker brown. Sometimes they were almost black. They were cold, without feelings, and it was like the dark in her eyes was eating the light around her.

It was then that he began to notice her.

She almost never smiled, but when she did, it was always with a sarcastic smirk. And it was because of him.

He could see her smirk when he teased Potter, her brother and The Mudblood.

Her dark eyes always shined with laughter.

She didn't seem to care about her brother and his friends. She didn't seem to think, that he was wrong. Actually, she acted like she thought he was right when he irritated The Bloody Trio. She found it funny. She smirked. Her eyes laughed.

They didn't talk with each other. They just looked at each other, studied each other, smiled at each other.

It was first that day that they began to talk.

--~

He was studying in the library, when she slowly made her way to him. She had smiled a little self-ironical smile; almost as if she found something funny.

He just looked at her. At her pale face with freckles over her small nose. At her curly, red hair that waved around her like a halo. At her dark eyes shining with laughter.

Normally he could only see her soul in her eyes, but in that moment, she was her soul.

When she had come over to him, her smile had grown bigger.

"Come with me," she said in low, drawling voice. She was smiling.

"Why?" he had asked. He was nervous under her gaze.

She had had just continued smiling. Slowly she had handed her hand to him.

"Just... Come with me."

And he had.

He took her hand, unsure, and followed her. He hadn't known why. Sometimes people must give up control and follow the wind. Sometimes people must follow their feelings, their impulses, and their heart.

She lead him trough the halls of Hogwarts and into a room, he never had seen before.

When he had entered the room, he had stopped and looked around with surprise. The room wasn't what he had expected. Well, he hadn't actually expected anything, but this? It wasn't something, he would have thought about her.

The room was a bedroom.

"Weas-" he began, but she stopped him with a finger on his lips.

"Silence," she said with a low, whispering voice. She smiled at him. Slowly she pushed him down to sit at the bed. Then she sat down on his lap, her front against him and her legs following his thighs.

He looked at her. He was surprised and nervous even though he didn't show it.

What was she up to? He looked at her puzzled.

"Kiss me," she breathed.

He didn't need that order twice. Not with her. Not with anybody. When a girl gave herself to him, he took her.

So he took her head between his hands and kissed her. She gasped a little. Then she began to move her lower body slowly against him. He pulled her closer to him. His kiss became hungrier, and she answered it with the same passion. He could feel her hands unbutton his shirt.

"Take me," she breathed. "Take me please."

So he did.

--~

They began to meet secretly in The Room of Requirement in the nights. They almost never talked. Sometimes they just kissed and touched each other.

Other times it turned in to more.

She was the best girl he had ever been with. No other could make him breathe like she did. No one had ever made him really wish for more.

Not like the way she did.

He was still with other girls from time to time. She was also with other boys.

But it was always her he was thinking about when he was with another girl. It was her smell that he could smell. It was her eyes that he saw. It was her lips that he felt against his lips.

It was always her.

--~

His sixth year ended, and his seventh year began.

Scared about the thought, that she should have forgotten him over the summer, he stood at Platform 9 ¾ and waited for her.

But his fear was unnecessary. The first thing, she did, when she saw him, was to send him a little nod and a smile.

When the train began to move and she was finally in his arms again, he felt happier and safer than he ever had before.

"I missed you," she whispered in his ear and kissed him when he cast the Locking Spell on the door. They didn't want to be discovered.

"Did you miss me?" she asked then. She was unbuttoning his shirt.

"No," he mumbled through the kiss, he gave her body. Her shirt was already on the floor.

"You're lying," she said. She breathed hard and fast.

"You know me too well," he answered and kissed her lower body.

She laughed, and he pushed her down at the floor with him over her.

"Come Draco," she breathed. "Come."

--~

It was easier now to make sure that they didn't get captured when they were with each other. He was the Head boy, so they simply used his private room. They shared most of the night together there. Kissing, touching, and talking.

They shared secrets with each other, hates with each other, hopes with each other and dreams with each other.

They shared everything.

And soon, he knew that she wanted the same thing as him: Revenge. Revenge over Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood.

She hated them just as much, as he did.

She hated mudbloods just as much, as he did.

"He raped me," she told him one day. They were in his bed, he with his arms around her.

"Who?"

"Colin. A Mudblood. And they never noticed."

He was quiet for a long time. He could feel his hatred grow. He knew who they were. The Trio. The bloody trio. Her own brother. How could they not have noticed?

Then he kissed her.

"He will pay, my love. They will all pay."

"Really, Draco?" she asked. She sounded happy. She pulled herself closer to him.

"Yes, love. We will make them pay," he whispered. "Them and all those people, who never noticed you."

It sent a chill through her. "And when can we do that?"

"When the Dark Lord comes to his right," he answered. He wasn't sure of her reaction. They had never talked about The War before. He didn't know were she stood.

But she just pulled herself even closer to him.

"I hope that will be soon," she whispered.

He kissed her again.

"So do I, love. So do I."

--~

They began to slowly talk about the Dark Lord. He told her what he knew about the Dark Lords plans, and she told him secrets from the Order of the Phoenix. Secrets, the Dark Lord could use.

And she slowly became one of them; one of His followers.

She didn't get the Dark Mark. Nor did he. Not yet. They waited to graduate.

But they were both important in The Plan. The Plan that would change it all. The Plan that would end The War.

When he had told her about The Plan, she was quiet for some time. She just looked at him. Her eyes were almost black. He had never seen them so dark before.

"I will do it," she said slowly. "For you and for myself, I will do it. I will do it for us. Do you want me to do it?"

He looked at her. What should he say? He wanted it, yes, but it would put her in danger. And he didn't like that. Not at all.

"Do you want to do it?" he asked, not really answering her question.

"Yes," she nodded. "I want to do it."

He smiled to her and gave her a knife. She took it.

"Then I want you to do it. Tonight."

She smiled and kissed him.

"There are many hours to tonight," she whispered.

He nodded and pulled her closer.

--~

The Plan was simple. For him.

For her, it was harder.

The people, he should take care of were not people he loved.

Or people he once had loved. The people he should take care of were just faces. So was it with other students who were involved with the plan.

For her... For her was it names. Names and faces of people, she once loved. People, she once thought cared about her.

But she was wrong. Oh how she was wrong.

They didn't notice her.

But he was different.

She looked at him and smiled.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"The Plan," she said, lying a little.

He smiled and kissed her. "It's going to be fine, love."

"I know," she mumbled. Then her smile grew bigger. "Don't you think it's about time we get up?"

He laughed. "You're right, love."

They dressed in silence, enjoying the time it took. She in the long, white nightdress, he gave to her secretly last Christmas. He in dark robes, as always.

"You're sure you don't want help?" he asked her.

"No," she answered, laughing. She gave him a quick kiss. "I can do it. Just do your part good. Make me proud."

He smiled at her, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her hard.

"I will, love. I will."

She slipped out of his arms, and left him with a little half-amused smile.

He stood back, and watched her walk over across the Gryffindor Tower in her white dress, holding the knife. At the corner, she turned around and gave him a quick wave. He waved back. And smiled.

Now was the time. He looked at his own knife. The jobs had to be done with a knife. None of them was strong enough to use the Killing Curse.

And besides - Knifes was much more fun.

He laughed.

First he would do his job. Then he would find her. And help her if she needed help.

He doubted it.

--~

Draco looked around for Ginny in the Gryffindor boys' seventh years' room.

She was standing over Dean Thomas with a big smile. In her hand was the knife. Blood was dripping from it.

Dean was still breathing; hard. With his hands was he trying to stop the wounds from bleeding.

But he couldn't.

Blood was slowly moving between his fingers. He looked at it with horror and surprise on his face.

It was one of the funniest things Draco ever had seen before. He laughed.

Both Ginny and Dean looked up when they heard him. Ginny's smile grew bigger, and she began to giggle. Dean's face paled even more, but Draco couldn't tell if it was because he was dying or if it was because he was scared of them.

Draco didn't care.

"Draco..." Ginny whispered. She moved over to him. She was shinning in her white, long dress with drops of blood on it. She was so gorgeous. So beautiful. She was like an angel of death.

"Wonderful job, you have done, my love" he whispered to her.

She moved closer to him. Dean was staring at them.

"The Mudblood is dead. She was the first," she said, whispering in his ears.

Draco laughed.

"Beautiful, Love. Beautiful," he said, and kissed her on her neck.

"Then my dear brother. He was crying after her. It was so pathetic." This time, Ginny giggled.

"Wonderful," whispered Draco, as he began to lick her ear.

"Then it was Seamus, that fool," she whispered. He could hear the laughter in her voice now. "He tried to escape. He actually begged me to let him live!"

She pointed over at a body, which... Well, wasn't really in one piece anymore. It was totally covered in blood. Draco smiled.

"And over there..." she pointed and giggled. "Is Neville."

Draco's' smile grew bigger. Another blood traitor was dead.

"But the best part of it," she whispered. "Is over there."

She pointed.

Then Draco saw it.

Potter and blood. Potter. Death.

Draco pulled Ginny in to his arms. "It's wonderful, Love. Absolutely wonderful."

Ginny smiled. She was happy. He could see it in her eyes. She was just as happy as he was. She was delighted. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He could feel her warm lips against his. They tasted like blood; warm blood.

He began to kiss her around the neck. She pulled her head back and giggled. Draco smiled.

He moved his hand through her hair; Her wonderful, red hair.

Red as the sky outside the castle.

Red as blood.

Red as the blood dripping from the knife.