Orbs of Fate

Orbs Of Fate By Mel*Star

Chapter #2 AWAKENINGS

She moaned with delight as she looked up. It was him. She had waited for this for so long and now it was actually happening. His hands were caressing her body causing sparks to surge through her. His hot lips were pressed against hers in the most arousing manner. Without thinking she opened her mouth under his. The feeling was so wonderful and she wished he would never stop. He climbed on top of her completely now which made her moan once more. Her hands pressed up against his bare chest as he releases his mouth from hers.

She opened her eyes expecting to see Harry. What she saw was enough to give her a heart attack. Stormy gray eyes, platinum hair, they belonged to Draco Malfoy. Before she could scream those lips came crashing down on hers again leaving her unable to do anything. When he released his mouth from hers again she opened her eyes. Once more it wasn't Draco. She was now looking up into the cold blue eyes of Tom Riddle. An evil smile was forming at the tip of his mouth.

Ginny woke up screaming. Beads of perspiration decorated her forehead giving her a deathly pale look. There was sweat soaking her neck and back as well. Her breathing was heavy and uneven. Panting for breath she looked around preying silently that no one had woken up. As an answer to her prayers they were all sound asleep, as a plus point no one even stirred. She never knew her roommates to be so quiet. Were they all really that tired? 'I must have been screaming really loudly since my throat is sore,' she thought.

Even in her dreams she had assumed the person to be kissing her Harry .Why was Draco in her dream? Most important of all why was Tom Riddle in it? She shuddered at the thought of him. She just couldn't stay here anymore. She needed to think and clear her head. Swinging her legs off the bed she stood up. With a sigh she slipped a night robe over her nightie and practically ran down the stairs and out of the portrait hole. The possibility of Filch, the caretaker, finding her and giving her detention crossed her mind but she quickly pushed it aside, wanting to get away from it all. 'First Harry has these dreams and now I am too,' she thought, ' I just hope he's not having dreams which are remotely anything like mine'.

She was unaware of the solid figure standing a short distance away from her until she slammed into it knocking the thing down as well as falling on top of it herself. When she was in the proper state of mind she squinted in the dark and realized exactly who it was she had landed on.

"Oh God Weasley! Watch where you're going," snapped an angry voice she knew all too well. It belonged to Draco Malfoy. Ginny groaned inwardly at the sight of him. He was the last person she wanted to see right now. She had landed right on top of him and his face was only a few inches away from hers. She could feel his hot, mint smelling breath on her face. Not knowing what to do she lay on top of him until he shifted uncomfortably underneath her weight.

"Yes I know I'm really sexy and all but would you pl- -" He was about to finish when she abruptly jolted off him.

"You're too full of yourself," she retorted while brushing dust off her thin robes. In reply he gave her one of his trademark smirks.

"So...what are you doing up at this hour?" he asked with slight change of tone.

Suddenly she realized she didn't know where she was or what time it was for that matter. She looked around and saw that she was standing a couple of feet away from the Astronomy Tower corridor. She was so caught up in her thoughts she hadn't even noticed where she was going, she just let her feet take her wherever they wanted. Her eyes wandered over to Draco and saw that he was wearing a loose cardigan and matching trousers. He didn't even look as if he was even sleeping at this time. 'It must be after midnight,' she thought.

"None of your business!" she snapped, sounding harsher then she had meant to. Not for the first time she noted that his thunderous eyes did make him look gorgeous. And his hair wasn't bad either.

His face scrunched up into a lopsided grin. For a moment she thought she saw his gray eyes silver with laughter, but to her dismay it was only for a moment.

"Well, what if I make it my business?" he said while pointing to his shiny Prefect badge.

"I couldn't sleep so I came out for a walk," she said in her most immaculate voice.

Instead of giving her a reply he just stared at her. From her pale skin and freckles to her frizzy red hair, she really was pleasing to the eye, he mused. He couldn't get the scent of her body out of his mind and it was driving him crazy. 'I am NOT falling for a Weasley,' he repeatedly told himself. Snapping back to reality when she cleared her throat loudly he looked up only to see her raising one eyebrow at him indicating that she wasn't patiently waiting for him to finish with his fantasy.

"Alright Weasel, I'm letting you go this time but I better not see you out at this time again," he said while brushing a lock of hair out of his eye. With a snort, she rolled her eyes and marched back to her dorm.

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Draco stood there, watching her retreating figure until she was well out of sight. With a wishful sigh he also returned to his dorm. He walked along the hallway and in no time found himself face to face with the Slytherin Gargoyle. "Pure blood" The gargoyle subsided after a making Draco wait in the chilly hallway. It had only been a few minutes when he had stepped into the common room when he tripped on a huge leather bound book. He sprawled across the floor causing him to slam against the ground face first.

"Goddamn it!" He swore loudly. Thankfully the common room was deserted, or so he thought. He turned over and lay on his back, looking up into the dark gleaming eyes of Pansy Parkinson.

"Thou shall not say the Lord's name in vain, Draco," she purred while she sat on his stomach and pinned his wrists to the ground.

"Parkinson? Get the hell off of me!" He couldn't hide the surprise from his voice, though he tried. Pansy didn't seem to notice and gripped his wrists tighter.

"Oh Draco, you know you want me," she whispered into his ear. He was stronger then she so he pushed her aside easily and sat up. " What are you doing up at this hour?"

Puberty had been kind on Pansy. No one had even recognized her as she boarded the train for the start of her fifth year back in September. Unfortunately, Pansy's appearance had gotten to her head, making her think she could have anyone in the school. But she was dead wrong of course. No one, except the Slytherins, had given her any notice. They were all too busy fussing over the Weasel Girl and The Mudblood's transformation. Even Draco had to do a double take when he saw them walking to classes for the first time.

But now he drew his attention to Pansy, who was still lying on the floor. He graciously eyed her petite body barely hidden behind a thin beige chemise. He could see the curves of her body clearly. He couldn't help but smile at the irony, which was a 5'4, savvy Parkinson female.

He had known The Parkinson family as far back as he could remember. He and Pansy had played together during their childhood, both being children of famous Death Eaters.

In time Draco learned to disregard feelings of loyalty to all but his father. He was taught to ignore other children and regard them as foolish and inferior. Pansy on the other hand was not forcefully trained to become a Death Eater. Her parents had no intention of having their only daughter, Pansy, become a chess piece in Voldemort's never ending game.

Once he had thought her worthless, now he thought her lucky.

Never fully understanding why he was treated the way he was by his father he began to push himself away from the world. None of the other children who were offspring of Death Eaters had been forced to, except for him and perhaps Crabbe and Goyle. He was given all the luxuries a child might desire yet he never had a complete childhood. He was never given time for games or even time for being alone and just thinking.

Well if it wasn't for the fact that his Father beat him regularly for the littlest things he might have actually enjoyed it. Summers spent with him made Hell look like a place of tranquility.

It was during these horrible summers when he decided that he would never become like his father. He loathed every aspect of him from the way he ate down to the way he brushed his teeth. Years of beatings at the hands of the horrible Malfoy Head had left him emotionally void and incapable of feeling anything. All he knew was the feeling of pain and jealousy and both were interlinked with loneliness.

He brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and placed it behind his ear. He got to his feet and strode over to the nearest armchair. Just as he settled into the plush cushions and reached for his favorite book, Pansy sat up and stared at him with her piercing black eyes.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she shot back. He watched her stand up and then walk over to him from the corner of his eye. She stood in front of him with her arms crossed. He rolled his eyes at her. He wasn't in the mood to argue with her right now.

"Seeing as though I'm a prefect, I was checking the halls for students," he said. With that she unexpectedly jumped onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his stomach.

"I didn't know you to be so responsible" She raised her eyebrow in questioning. With wide eyes he pried himself out of her grasp.

"For the last time... Get. The. Hell. Off. Me." He said through gritted teeth. She frowned at him, "No, first tell me why you were really outside."

Draco could feel his ears burning with anger. How dense was this girl? Nothing got into her little brain. All she wants is to get inside my pants, he thought wryly. That will be the day, he told himself. "What is it to you?" He was beginning to get angry now.

"Well, are you sure you weren't outside with a girl from a different house?" she asked slyly. He glared at her and bit his lower lip. Sometimes she was too smart for her own good but then again she was in Slytherin. Her question made him think of Ginny Weasley again. Not like she wasn't already on his mind. "Why? Do you have someone on your mind?" he said with venom in his voice. It was true Pansy drove him crazy but right now he wanted to stab her to death.

"Well I have noticed you staring at that Weasel girl from Gryffindor," she began, "I hope you're not cheating on me." Cheating? We're not even going out, he thought outraged. Pansy had no right to think that Draco was hers, she was just being plain obnoxious and he wasn't going to put up with it anymore.

"Well, what if I am seeing another girl? I am NOT going out with you and never have or will! Now get the fuck off me," he spat at her. He pushed her off his lap and caused her to land on the cold stone floor with a 'thud'. Her eyes grew wide like saucers once she realized Draco had intended to throw her down.

"How dare you!" she practically screamed with anger. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of an answer. He just shrugged and began flipping through pages of the book still in his hand. She glared at him some more then finally gave up. But that didn't stop her from giving him the evil eye before marching off to her dorm.

'She's just bitching because she's jealous,' he thought bitterly. It was true, Pansy was burning with jealousy but what Draco didn't know was that she had vowed to find this mystery girl once and for all. She knew something was up and there was no way he could stop her from finding out what.

Unaware of this he turned back to his book and began reading. He read it half-heartedly and then threw it down, stood up and began walking to his dorm as well. 'It's just hormones, I'm not in love,' he told himself as he sank into the world of dreams.

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A classroom full of sixth year Gryffindors stared intently at The DADA Professor as he paced the front of the classroom. "Can anyone tell me the meaning of fear?" growled the low-pitched voice of Alastor Moody.

Ron and Harry exchanged knowing glances as Hermione's hand shot up in the air. The rest of the class eyed each other curiously. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the front of the class receiving a first class view of Moody's 'mad eye'.

All the students had been reluctant to start classes after their experience with Barty Crouch Jr. the previous year. But much to there dislike the real Alastor Moody was nothing like his imposter. Half of their year was spent reading from textbooks and writing essays about the hazards of Dark Arts. All of their work was hand-written and menacingly boring. So naturally, they were all stunned when The Professor told them they would be having an oral lesson. Hermione had wasted no time and had pulled out a quill and some parchment from her rucksack. One hand was now jotting down notes and the other was being waved wildly in the air, trying to catch the Professor's attention.

"Yes, Ms. Granger?"

The class turned its attention to the enthusiastic Hermione, waiting for her award winning answer. She cleared her throat and confidently said, "Fear is an emotion which is caused by pain, terror, impending danger, alarm, or dread. It usually causes panic and other reactions which may cause someone to do something irrational."

"WRONG!" yelled Moody as he slammed his hand on her desk, "I asked for the meaning not the goddamned definition."

Hermione bit her lip and looked down at her desk. Harry could see her closing her eyes in an attempt to stop the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Ron who was sitting on the other side of her was whispering something in her ear, which Harry assumed were words of comfort or harsh words directed at Moody.

"What about you, Potter?" Harry was caught off guard by the question and immediately began racking his brain for answers. 'Fear? What else is there about fear?' he wondered.

"What else is there, Professor?" answered Harry tentatively. To his surprise the cocky Professor chuckled. "Ah, you have much to learn boy." His words were meant for Harry but there was a bit of sadness in them as well. Harry couldn't help but be angry at the tone of voice he used towards him. It made him feel he was different, not that he wasn't.

"Fear," he began, "is a chemical process that has a fitting and logical place in the science of Biological Evolution." He paused allowing the class to take in what he had just said. Hermione jerked her head up and began rummaging through her bag trying to find a textbook that Moody might be using as reference.

Moody also noticed this and snapped "No point in trying to look through the books Ms. Granger. You will not find this in any of them." Hermione flushed and reluctantly gave up trying to get involved for the rest of the class time. Ron on the other hand looked as though he were actually concentrating on the subject matter; something Harry hadn't seen him do since the time Trelawney had predicted he would grow spikes.

"But to study only the science of fear is to miss the fantastic foothold it has in the doorway of the irrational," boomed Professor Moody's voice, "Something which Ms. Granger has already mentioned." At the name of her name, Hermione blushed furiously.

"What is he blabbering about?" whispered Parvati Patil from behind Harry.

"You know how he is," whispered back Lavender Brown and then added, "Sanity always seems to take vacation time on him." Harry could hear them sniggering and felt himself annoyed. Despite slight whispers across the room Moody continued with his lecture.

"As living beings, it is only appropriate that we should fear pain and death. Our deep-rooted fear of one another however, is a little more difficult to explain rationally," he paused for effect. The whole class now stared at him with wide eyes and deep interest.

"Are we truly, as a species inherently mistrustful and unkind? Or have thousands of years of evolutionary coding left us justifiably competitive and aggressive? Is it truly the unknown nature of our neighbor that terrifies us so? Or is it, rather, the secretly unknown nature of ourselves?" Moody's words floated rhythmically across the room hypnotizing the group of teenagers. Even Parvati and Lavender had stopped their chattering and were staring weary-eyed at their teacher.

"Most of you know that I am an Auror. For years I have been learning to control and manipulate fear. And I confess that at the heart of it was to eradicate the fear from my own life. And do you know what I finally discovered?" he asked his class. The curiosity was growing within all of them and it was Ron who spoke up first. "What?"

"Though it is simple to bring on, you cannot escape fear. For fear is not a delusion," he answered almost philosophically. Harry held his breath waiting for what was next.

"What if I told you that you are a sentiment mortal condemned to die, and time is against you?" he asked sadistically. They all glared at him as though he was barking mad but with a feeling of respect and awe towards this strange man.

"To study defense against dark arts you must know the meaning and motive behind the dark arts. Someday you will be forced to embrace it for the quiet and meaningless truth it is," he sneered as the bell rang indicating that class was over. "Consider this a prophecy and me the prophet." Alastor Moody slowly gathered his books and parchment before hurriedly leaving the room.

Stunned, the entire 6^th year Gryffindor class watched as the Professor disappeared from sight. Slowly, all the bug-eyed students filed out and left for their next class. "Now this is what I call a Dark Arts class," said Dean Thomas to Harry before joining the others.

When everyone had left Harry turned to Ron who was still sitting at his desk immersed in his own thoughts. He eyed around the class and assumed Hermione had already left for Arithmancy. When Ron didn't stir Harry cleared his throat loudly. Ron reluctantly looked up at him.

"Ron? Are you ok?" he asked feeling concerned. He had known Ron a long time now and he had never behaved in such a manner. It wasn't like him at all.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What class are we supposed to attend next?"

"Divination."

With a loud groan from Ron they stepped out into the hall and walked to their class in uncomfortable silence. Harry was lost in his own thoughts when he heard Ron say something. "Oy! Where's Hermione? Come to think of it I haven't seen Ginny anywhere either! Where have they both disappeared to?" Harry shrugged in response.

It had been about a week since he had talked with Ginny about his scar problem and nothing had changed since. So he tried avoiding her but that was hopeless as well; Ginny was in his house and he had Potions with the Slytherins. So not only was it Ginny who he couldn't steer clear of but Draco as well. Ginny was a smart girl and Harry resolved that she was trying as much as humanly possible to stay away from him as well. But it was no use, every so often he would catch a glimpse of either one and have violent stinging pains emit from his scar.

Harry and Ron reached the corridor within a few moments when Ginny and Colin Creevy decided to make a big scene. Ginny was holding an overstuffed bag and was racing towards them while constantly looking over her shoulder to see if someone was there. And someone was. Colin was clutching onto some piece of fabric that happened to resemble a winter scarf. Harry couldn't tell exactly what it was from his position behind Ron, seeing how he was shorter then Ron by a few inches.

"Ginny! Wait!" called Colin, trying to squeeze through the massive crowd of 7^th year Ravenclaws swarming the hallway. Ginny was obviously trying to lose him and kept walking towards Harry. A stinging pain in his head caused Harry to bring his hand up to his temple and double over on the cold floor. His scar throbbed while his body felt sore and was aching all over. The affliction made cold sweat break out onto his forehead and deck his eyebrows.

"Ginny? What the- -" Ron said feeling confused. Ginny feverishly shoved past him still being trailed by a frustrated Colin. Ron moved back and pressed himself against the stony palisade before glancing over at Harry.

"Harry!" Ron cried with a look of panic.

Ginny, in her rush to relieve herself from having to put up with Colin abruptly tripped over Harry who was still sprawled on the floor. Her bag and its contents were sent flying all over the hall and Ginny herself crashed into the floor with great impact. She was lying on the floor face-first with her legs branching out on Harry's back. A small cry escaped his lips as pain seared through his entire mass blurring his vision. His eyelids became heavy whilst darkness soothed and coaxed him into unconsciousness.

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[Have you ever wanted something so badly that it hurt? And it is not an ordinary depressing feeling but a pain that felt so real that it's almost tangible. And when you reached out and tried to touch that did you end up hurting yourself and others more then before? I suppose I'm not very contemplative...]

A.N- Am I evil or what?