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Genre: Romance, adventure

Rating: T

Anything, For Us

By: DeliciousNewYork

Lately it was hard to be with him, things were more complicated now than ever. She had broken up with Harry so recently, it had been hard, and then there he was. Creeping back into her life like a disease she couldn't shake, something there was no cure for.

"I can't sneak out to see you anymore, it's too dangerous." He had been so angry clenching his teeth and staring at her.

He didn't say anything for a long time, just looked at her as if asking with his eyes, "Then we're over?" Finally he just turned and started walking away.

"Wait!" Ginny Weasley hissed running after him and grabbing his arm to try and slow him, he wrenched it away and kept walking with a determined air about him.

"This isn't over." He said looking back at her as he walked. "We both know it's not over, so maybe you should quit lying to yourself."

Part of Ginny was upset by the comment but mostly she was just confused. From the start he had told her how replaceable she was. She was pureblood, so was he, and that was the only reason he aloud himself to even associate with her. Now, all of the sudden he had feelings beyond a general lust? Beyond the need to have an escape from all the fighting?

"I thought this wasn't important to you," Ginny responded.

"You aren't, this is," Malfoy snapped, still walking away, Ginny scampered behind him trying to keep up with his long stride.

"That doesn't make sense," She said, frustrated. At that he came to a sudden stop turning quickly on her, fire in his eyes.

"I killed for you, you little bitch, don't you even see that?" Malfoy yelled holding out his hands, it was then Ginny saw that they stained with dark, dried blood. Ginny gasped jumping back, away from Draco, gawking at his hands.

"How?" She asked in a high-pitched voice.

"They sent someone to follow me, he cornered me and took my wand…" He trailed off looking sick. "So I ran and when he caught me I used this…" He pulled a small dagger out of his pocket, it was just as stained as his hands. "He stunned me a few times but I was just… so angry… I just kept going…" Ginny was crying softly.

"Who was it?" Ginny asked in the smallest of voices. Draco raised his eyebrows; losing any concern or emotion, back to that snarky sarcastic boy she had grown up hating.

"My father," He smiled when he said it, his tone sent shivers down Ginny's spine.

"Draco, I'm sorry I-"

"I'm not," He said bluntly, "It just means I have some evidence I need to place."

"Evidence?"

"Obviously, I have to make this look like someone else's work, and, you're going to help me." Draco said snaking an arm around her back and holding her to him.

"How?"

"It has to be someone from your side that did it," He said casually. "So, you'll have to snatch me Potter's wand and maybe a few other things…"

"Harry? We can't frame Harry!" Ginny shouted, perplexed.

"Can't we?" Draco asked with a dangerous smile.

"The-they might try and hurt him if-" Ginny started slowly, terrified.

"We're already trying to kill him, who cares if he gets rid of one of our own in the process, we're not really changing anything." Draco explained, matter-of-factly. "I did this for us Ginny, can't you see that?" She nodded slowly. "So you have to do this for me."

"Ok," Ginny said in a voice just above a whisper. "For us."


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