Draco & Ginny fanfic-

Draco-

I stood, still and silent, before him as he circled me slowly, like a bird of prey with their next dying meal. I tried not to flinch as he passed close behind my ear, whispering coldly into it.

"You must get close to the girl, Draco," he hissed maliciously. I gulped anxiously.

"Yes, my Lord," I said, my voice rasping in my dry throat.

"Get close to her, and then we can destroy Potter," he hissed, moving back to the high backed chair in front of the fire place in the Malfoy Manor dining room. My eyes darted to one side before I could stop them as I sensed movement in the far corner of the room. Out of the shadows, I saw the great snake, Nagini, emerge and wind herself around his shoulders. He stroked her with one, long, white finger, crooning softly to her in Parseltongue for a moment, before turning his attention back to me.

"Do not look so frightened, Draco!" he sneered tauntingly, his snake-like face looking even more terrifying than usual. I flinched then, unable to stop myself. "From what your… ahem, friends, have told me, you are quite able to work your way into any of the girl's love lives, slithering into their hearts like the poisonous snake I know you are."

"My Lord?" I asked, confused. Sure, it was well known I was a bit of a ladies man, but who of my friends would bandy about such a topic with the Dark Lord?

"Do not deny it, Draco, it is a wondrous gift indeed to be able to work your way into and out of any situation! We can use this to our advantage! You must seduce the Weasley girl, make her fall in love with you and leave Potter. Then we can take advantage of his weakened emotional and therefore mental state, and I shall finally finish what I started all those years ago!" He jumped to his feet again, moving close to me, his face inches from mine as he hissed, "This is what we've been waiting for, I'm sure of it! Do not fail me, Draco." He withdrew back to his chair, resuming his position as before, and motioned with one, spidery hand that I was dismissed.

"Oh, and Draco-" I turned again, flinching inwardly this time. "Send in Rowle. I have a… a bone to pick with him." I nodded, trying to ignore how ominous his last sentence was, and withdrew from the dining room.

Rowle was pacing outside, looking petrified out of his wits. He jumped as he saw me emerge.

"Is he in a bad temper?" he asked desperately, rushing up to me and grabbing my by the collar of my robe. I shoved him off furiously.

"He says you should go in now," I replied coldly, trying to dismiss the awful feeling I felt inside as I looked at the terrified man's face. I knew exactly what would befall Rowle inside the dining room- his only comfort should have been that he was too valuable a Death Eater to the Dark Lord to permanently dispose of.

As I made my way up the wide, stone staircase to my room, I heard Rowle enter the dining room below, and suddenly found myself bolting for my room, where I could at least part way block out the noise of him being tortured- I made it just as I heard the first agonised, tortured, soul wrenching shriek, slamming the door behind me and sliding down it, panting and drenched in a cold sweat from head to toe.

I composed myself fairly quickly- something I'm very good at doing- and collapsed on my bed, reflecting on my new mission. Last year it had been to dispose of Dumbledore. I flinched, remembering just how well last year had gone. And this year, I would have to seduce Harry Potter's little blood traitor girlfriend just to break Potter's stupid Mudblood heart. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

Then I remembered what had happened when I'd failed in killing Dumbledore. I remembered the agonising pain as I was tortured to the brink of insanity, remembered what it felt like to think my mind was slowly being wrenched forcefully from my head, the thoughts of being driven so far into the dark I could never return- and yet always being pulled back, just in time, so that it could begin again afresh a few days later. I don't know how I managed to survive that. I just knew I couldn't do it again. Disgusted, but terrified, I forced my mind to work, to come up with a plan to win the Weasley girl's affections, thus ending Potter once and for all… and slowly, my mind began to formulate a plan…

Ginny-

Harry was stood in my bedroom as I turned to face him and, willing all of my strength not to break down as I knew I might, judging by the fact he was leaving soon to complete whatever mission it was he was doing, I kissed him.

The entire world seemed to stop spinning as he kissed me back, our breathing ragged. One of his hands was in my hair, the other on my waist, holding me close to him- the door banged open, and there stood Ron, Hermione behind him. I jerked away from Harry like I'd been electrocuted.

"Oh, sorry," said Ron, the colour rising in his face as he glared at Harry.

"Well, happy birthday anyway, Harry," I said, turning back to the window and looking out at the marquee being set up for Bill and Fleur's wedding the next day. I heard Ron slam the door, and continued to stare out of the window as I saw Ron storm into the back garden, Harry keeping pace with him and Hermione trotting along timidly behind them. I watched as Ron yelled at Harry, as Harry shouted back, and then saw the relief on Ron's face. I turned away.

Always, no matter where I was, Ron always managed to ruin things for me. I wouldn't see Harry again in God knows how long, and Ron came storming in here and broke it up.

If you see Harry again at all, said the ominous little voice that always seemed present in the back of my head these days.

Shut up! I shouted back at it, shaking my head to try and rid myself of these thoughts. Sighing, I threw myself down on my bed, wiping the back of my hand across my cheek as I felt the disturbing wetness of tears there.

Tap… tap… tap… I jumped, looking for the source of the noise, and saw a large eagle owl perched on my window sill. Curiously, I pulled myself up off my bed and wrenched open the window; the eagle owl fluttered inside, landing on my bed and strutting a bit in a way I thought very familiar.

"What do you want?" I asked, not expecting it to respond- it was an owl, after all. Nevertheless, the owl stuck out its left leg, and I beheld a scroll of parchment attached to it. I took the scroll carefully, trying to keep my hand out of the way of the owl's sharp beak. As soon as I'd taken the scroll, the owl fluttered its feathers importantly, and soared off through the open window again. I stared at the scroll in my hand, and then unrolled it cautiously.

I beheld a hand writing I was generally quite unfamiliar with. It was thin, slightly slanted, and neater than any boy's hand writing should be- and the scroll was indeed from a boy. I looked straight at the end of the piece of parchment, then jumped and dropped it quickly onto the floor, moving quickly across to the other side of my small room from it, as though it were about to explode. The scroll was from Draco Malfoy.

After a few minutes had passed with me motionless, staring at the parchment as if it were a poisonous snake, I realised I was being particularly silly. It was a scroll of parchment, for God's sake. What was it going to do to me, I mean really? Turn around and breathe fire at me? I took a step towards the letter, picking it back up, but holding it at arms distance nevertheless.

Miss G. Weasley, it stated in his hand writing at the top. I raised one eyebrow.

Miss G. Weasley,

It is my duty as the new Hogwarts Head boy to inform you of when school recommences and what you shall require for your new year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Therefore, this letter contains your school list.

Hoping to see you back at Hogwarts this coming September 1st

Sincerely,

Mr D. Malfoy.

Rolling my eyes at the fake formalities of the letter, I turned it over to find my new school list underneath it, which I scanned quickly and with little interest.

"Ginny! Ginny, get down here and help with the preparations for tomorrow, this instant!" came the shrill sound of my mother. I sighed and casually threw the letter down onto my bed. Honestly, ever since I'd got home from Hogwarts at the end of the last school year, she'd had the lot of us running around after her, making preparations for the wedding. It had been even worse since Fleur's parents and little sister had turned up the day before yesterday- not that they were expected to help in any way what so ever. In fact, all Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, had done was run around following her sister and getting in the way. Honestly, the sooner this wedding was over, the better, in my opinion.

"GINNY!" shrieked mum. Sighing, I made my way downstairs.

"I'm coming, calm down," I muttered under my breath. If she had me polishing that stupid cutlery by hand again, I would scream.