Chapter 8 - Scene 6: The Next Morning
Author's Note: I'm going to end this fic and start a new one for numerous reasons. The main one is that for the first time I saw the actual movie, and it's a WHOLE lot different from my ficlet. I haven't portrayed it as I wanted it to be. Also, I think I should start new after seeing the movie firstly. I'm going to make a new one that is post-Hogwart's, The characters of HP in place of the characters in TPOTO. I'm beginning right after posting this...so please check it out. It will most likely be under the same name. I hope you enjoy this one, and sorry if i've dissapointed anyone (I don't thinK I have, considering bigger and better things are coming your way!)
Ginny woke up, and saw Draco at the organ, playing madly. He stopped ever so often to write something down. The music box by the bed begins to play, causing Ginny to be in a trancelike state.
"I remember there was a mist, swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake. There were candles all around, and on the lak was a boat...and in the boat, there was a man..." She got up and walked to Draco, who didn't see her yet. As she reached down for his mask, he turned, almost catcing her. She continues trying, but it happens continuously.
"Who was that shape in the shadow? Whose is the face in the mask?"
Finally, Ginny reaches for the mask and whips it off. Draco jumps up and starts running to her. The audience does not know what is wrong with her face, so they begin grumbling and calling, "turn around, so we can see!"
"Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see? You lying little Delilah! You little viper! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you! Curse you!" He takes a deep breath, then continues. "Stranger then you dreamt it, can you even dare to look or bear to think of me, this loathsome gargoyle who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven...secretly, secretly... But Christine, fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this... repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly, secretly.. Oh, Christine..." He held his hand out for the mask and Ginny handed it to him. He then put it on.
"Come," he said, "We must return. Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you."