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Egyptian Fire	By : gypsybaby21 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 4575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thanks: Corisu Li for beta reading, and to all of the people
who reviewed. I�m sorry that I don�t respond to hardly any of them! I try
though, I just forget easily. *Shrugs*

Chapter Two: Race for Ron

Ginny jerked awake, her breathing
accelerated and perspiration beaded on her forehead. The day that Ginny had
feared was rearing its ugly head. It was Sunday October 20^th, the
day that Ron would get speared by a dragon--the day that he would die.

Not if I can help it! Ginny thought fiercely to herself. Please God let
me be able to help it!

She glanced down at herself; her
legs tangled in her brother's maroon-coloured sheets. A pallet of blankets lay
bunched up on the floor next to his bed. Ron, even though he was sometimes
big-headed and overprotective, could be very, very kind. She loved him dearly
and would never let anything happen to him. It was her duty as a Seer.

Ginny did a double-take when she
realized that she was alone in the room. �Oh no�� she gasped, leaping up,
searching for Ron�s clock, and cringing at what the big hand pointed to: Quidditch
Match.

It was twelve in the afternoon and
the game was starting, whether Ginny wanted it to or not. It really wasn�t as
if she could stop the game from happening, anyway, and the dragon's coming was
inevitable. Inevitable.

�I hate that word--inevitable,�
she whispered, starring into Ron�s mirror. �Its meaning is so closed minded,�
she pouted.

Her eyes were red, her cheeks
blotchy, and her nose runny from her crying episode that she'd had last night.
Her boys had been dears, and she had to say that she�d actually been surprised
that neither Harry, Ron, Seamus, nor Dean was uneasy with her waterfall of
tears.

My boys? And really, they
are�my boys. My crush with Harry has been over for a while, but I still feel
deeply for him. Ron�s my favourite brother, and even though I dated both Seamus
and Dean, and then broke up with them, I have no ill feelings towards them. I
care for them, as well.

It was as if she�d had three extra
brothers at school, though sometimes she felt that Dean wanted to be more than
friends again.

Ginny stared at the mirror and shivered
violently as she felt her oncoming vision take her with full force. She gasped
as she felt herself tip the stool over and crash to the floor.

�Ginny no,� Ron cried in
anguish through gritted teeth. �What did you do?� Tears were freely falling down
his face. �You�re so stupid! What did you do?� He sobbed and yanked her up into
his arms, her head resting on his chest.

�Merlin, Ron, don�t move her
like that!� Hermione swore, but her voice failed to reach him.

While rocking back and forth, Ron
cradled Ginny in his arms, blood coating his arms and Quidditch uniform. He
started chanting softly, �No, no, no--you�re so stupid!�

Ginny came out of it gasping,
tears streaming down her cheeks. �Oh God�� She licked her lips and cautiously
pulled herself up, staring into the mirror once more. Her hair was even messier
than it had been before, her eyes bloodshot, and her entire body trembling.
With her lips pursed, she raised her hand and wiped away her tears. �It�s the
only way, isn�t it? It�s why you sent that vision to me, right? I get
killed instead of Ron.� She took a deep, shuddering breath, looking up at the
ceiling, hoping that the Powers that Be would for once answer their messenger.
�For the best, I guess--right?� She choked on a sob and bit her bottom lip
hard. �Oh please, let me be brave,� she begged, lowering her head onto the
table.

Her shoulders shook with the
realization of how much her family--her brother-- meant to her.

****

� . . . and another ten points for
Gryffindor,� an unknown Ravenclaw screamed with enthusiasm.

Ginny smiled up at the
speaker�though he wasn�t as good as Lee Jordan, Fred and George�s best friend,
he still managed to bring something funny to the announcements.

��who�s taken Ginny Weasley�s
place. Bloody shame that she got injured!�

She hadn�t heard who�d taken her
place; she couldn�t even remember if they even had an extra. Her eyes searched
the air for Harry.

Please don�t catch the Snitch too
soon, Harry--please. I just want to--to be a little longer. A lonely tear fell down her cheek and she turned to watch
her brother stop the Quaffle once again.

�Ginny? Are you all right?�
Hermione nudged Ginny�s side with her elbow.

Ginny let her long reddish-orange
hair fall in front of her face and she took a deep breath. �I�m fine.
Hermione?�

�Yes?� The older girl averted her
eyes from the game and stared at Ginny.

�We should have a girls� night
tonight. You and me, or a few others as well, it�d be fun,� Ginny spoke softly,
timidly, something she�s only started doing since her visions had been getting
more detailed.

Hermione stared, and for a moment,
Ginny thought she might deny her. �Of course. That would be fun. I don�t have
any homework anyway.�

Ginny gave a small smile and bowed
her head, knowing full well that Hermione would much rather be jumping a head
in her classes. It was the �Hermione� thing
to do. �Okay then, it�s
settled.�

Why am I making plans? I�ll be
dead in less than an hour, so why? I can�t let anyone know, that�s why. They
can�t suspect, not even a little bit, not even at all.

�Harry Potter has caught the
Snitch!�no surprise there, really.�

Oh Harry, why do you have to be
so good at everything you do? Ginny sighed
and slowly stood up, her heart heavy with fear and grief. She galloped down the
bleachers.

Let me be strong and brave like
you, Harry. Give me your courage. . . I don�t want to die! I�m not ready yet. .
.

Ginny shook her head and took a
deep breath to keep herself from hyperventilating. �I�m not ready yet, please,
I�m not ready,� she gasped, and quickly slapped both of her hands over her
mouth, sobbing into them, her shoulders wracking from the force of her crying.

�Ginny?� Hermione spoke softly
next to her ear.

Ginny jerked her head up, her eyes
wet with tears. �I�m not ready, Hermione.� Ginny shook her head, her mouth
dropping open, and she jerked the older girl into her arms. She clutched tightly,
burying her face into Hermione�s neck. �I�m so scared,� Ginny said through
gritted teeth.

Hermione wrapped her arms around
Ginny, her face puzzled and slightly shocked at the sudden emotional outburst.
�Scared of what, Ginny?�

Ginny, who�d been facing the open
area of the Quidditch pitch, lifted her eyes, searching for Ron. After all, it
was time for her to die.

No! she cried silently to herself. It was happening right now!
Ron was in the position in which he�d been speared, and if she remembered her
vision correctly, the dragon would appear in the sky in less than two minutes.

�NO!� Ginny shouted loudly and
leapt down the rest of the steps.

�Ginny! Wait!� Hermione called
out, quickly running after the frantic redheaded girl.

Ginny�s hair whipped her face, the
gusty, almost angry wind stinging her face and chapping her lips.

****

And there it was, the
fire-breathing green dragon with abnormal claws, and a fierce, almost human
glare. Hermione choked and stopped in her tracks. �Oh my God,� Hermione
whispered. �RON!� The dragon dived. �NO!!�

It was then that Hermione saw
Ginny, who was pushing Ron out of the way. �She knew--dear lord, she knew,�
Hermione whispered in awe, her eyelids blinking rapidly as the knowledge of
what she�d just figured out set in. �Oh Ginny.� She bowed her head and sighed.

Ginny screamed just as Ron turned
around, with an angry look that said �what the hell did you push me for� on his
face. It was quickly replaced by shock as blood splashed onto his face and
shirt, causing him to flinch back. Her brother watched as the dragons� mouth
seemed to grin at them, its wings flapping. Ginny�s mouth opened wide as she
gasped in pain, her eyes filled with horror. A twenty-inch talon was sticking straight
through her chest and blood was soaking the front of her white shirt.

�Ron,� Ginny said weakly.

Ron breathed deeply, almost in a
panicked rush, his eyes a little wild, filled with tears. �Ginny?�

Hermione ran towards them only to stop
as the harsh wind from the dragon's wings beat her in the face. It started to
fly away, with poor Ginny still stuck to its talon. Harry looked on as if he
couldn�t believe what he was seeing. Hermione dimly heard Professor Snape
hollering for Remus Lupin, who was running towards them; he'd been at the
Quidditch game to support Harry.

Ginny yelled with pain as she
reached her arms out towards Ron, tears streaming down her face. It was then
that Harry managed to register what was happening.

�Merlin! We�ve got to get her off
its claw! It's taking her!� Harry cried out, leaping onto his broom and pushing
off from the ground.

�Harry! GET HER!� Ron screamed up
at him through gritted teeth.

Aiming his wand in the direction
of the dragon's face Harry screamed, �Conjunctivitis,� hoping desperately to
startle the dragon so that it would stop. It worked, giving him enough time to
pull Ginny off the sharp nail. She let out an agonizing scream, so loud that it
caused Harry to flinch.

�Potter, bring her down, quickly!�
Snape shouted. �We must get her to Pomfrey.�

But as Harry brought her to the
ground, Ron leapt forward, taking her into his arms and collapsing onto the
ground, blood staining the green grass.

�RON!� Remus snapped.

�Gin? Answer me,� Ron whispered,
pushing aside her hair, which had fallen in her face, covering it.

Harry looked down, his eyes filled
with horror. �There�s so much blood,� he whispered. �Ron, we have to take to
the infirmary, quickly.�

�No! YOU LEAVE HER HERE!� Ron
screamed jerking his head up.

His voice was filled with so much
anger that Harry and Hermione flinched and took a step back.

�Ron�� Lupin barely audibly
whispered.

�I can�t breathe,� Ginny gasped
weakly, struggling to get air.

Snape quickly yanked out his wand
and knelt beside her. �Anapneo,� he said, flicking his wand.

�What was that?� Harry whispered.

Hermione, not taking her eyes off
of Ginny, answered for Snape. �It�ll open up her air passageway. I think the
talon pierced the side of her lung, from the way the hole is directed. We have
to apply pressure to the wound,� Hermione stated surprisingly calm.

�Ow! No, no, stop. Sto-stop,
Her�mione, don�t touch me,� Ginny panted, dimly hearing voices of the people
around. �It hurts.�

Hermione jerked back. �Ginny, I
have to. You�re losing too much blood.� She bent forward again.

�Granger, Weasley, move aside this
instant,� Snape growled. �Minerva I need these people out of here!� he yelled
as he saw the old woman bustling through the thick crowd of concerned and
frightened.

�Stop it�I�m supposed die. It�s
o-kay,� she spoke softly, her words becoming short and choppy.

Snape frowned, then glared, taking
out his wand. Just as he was about to lift her up Ron dropped down to cradle
her once again.

�Weasley, move out of the way,�
McGonagall snapped, but quickly stopped as she noticed the hitch in the younger
girls breathing. �Oh dear.�

Snape placed his wand back into
his robes.

That�s right, it�s too late, Ginny thought. It was too late the moment this day
started.

�Ginny,� Ron cried in anguish
through gritted teeth. �What did you do?� Tears were freely falling down his
face. �You�re so stupid! What did you do?� He sobbed and yanked her up into his
arms, her head resting on his chest.

�Ron, don�t move her like that!�
Hermione swore, but her voice failed to reach him.

Ron rocked back and forth with
Ginny cradled closed to his chest, blood coating his arms and Quidditch
uniform. He started chanting softly, �No, no, no--you�re so stupid!�

****

Ginny gasped as images flashed
behind her eyes.

I guess you really do see your whole
life seconds before you die. I don�t think I ever imagined that dying could be
so painful, but how is that something I�d be able to imagine?

She gave a tiny smile as one image
in particular stood out. Her first year, at the Burrow, she had lost her
jumper, and she�d run down the steps in a mad search for it only to see the boy
that had been filling her dreams the whole summer.

�Gin, you have to look at me. No,
don�t close your eyes damn it!� Ron cried, desperately, his fingers digging
into her forearms.

She could barely see anything but
the silhouette, of the now smaller group of people, surrounding her. She felt a
pang of fear as the harsh voices of everyone become soft, almost to a dull
buzz.

�Wh--why can�t I stay?� Ginny
panted, looking up at Ron with pleading eyes as Hermione and Harry stared on,
crying. �I want to stay.�

�You can stay--please stay,
Ginny,� Ron cried, the last words more desperate than the first, stroking her
blood stained face.

Ginny took a few more shallow breaths
and then, she went limp in Ron�s arms. �Ginny? Ginny? No! No!�

To Be Continued�

Don�t kill me-of course
she isn�t dead either, but then again you knew that I�m sure. This is
absolutely my favorite chapter so far. I wrote it the exact way I imagined it
in my dream�pretty pathetic when you dream about fictional characters huh?
Well, this whole story started because of that one two minute dream. I hope you
all enjoyed it and if you found it confusing in anyway I apologize! Thanks for
reading! ~Aya

Oh and if you�re wondering
when the �Egyptian� part of the title is going to come into play then you�ll
only have to wait for the next chapter called: Vision of Prophecy

Dialogue that wasn�t mine:

�Not even a little, not even
at all,� ~10 Things I Hate About You (at least I think this line is similar)

�Wh-why can�t I stay?� ~Winifred Burkle, Angel season five.
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