His Angel

Summary: "The fiery angel of the seven, With the ice prince shall collide,"so the prophesy goes. Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy are curently in long term, secret for now, relationship, but things are about to get a lot more difficult for them. (Also some Neville love thrown in :D)

AN/ This was based around a picture me + my friend saw of an angel. But then we thought she suggested a prophesy. And neither of us could resist adding in Neville!

Moi: Right, here we go.

Hannah: This is exciting!

Moi: Well I hope that the audience enjoyed reading it, as much as we did writing it.

Hannah: (whispers) Shhh it's starting.

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Chapter 1: Angelic

The fiery angel of the seven,

With the ice prince shall collide,

And all the world will be ablaze,

If they do not in each other confide,

Their love must hold,

Fast and true,

To defeat the great dark one,

Great danger they must elude,

The Boy needs their help,

They need not adore,

But they must make peace,

Not civil war.

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"Draco, I've got to tell you something that I think you need to know." said Ginny

"Draco, I've got something to tell you, it's important."

"Draco, There's something that I feel I need o let you know."

"I'm sure he'll be fine with it, however you tell him, deary." the mirror replied.

Ginny tossed her shiny, red hair back over her shoulder, stood a little straighter and replied, looking into her own chocolate brown eyes, "Draco, I've got something we need to talk about."

She tugged her shortish school skirt down, in an attempt to cover some more of her long, pale legs, though it had almost no effect. It was a nervous habit of hers, to readjust her clothing, even if it was already neat. Tonight was the night she was going to tell him. She grabbed a dark blue jumper to go over her thin school shirt, as the dungeons were cold at this time of year, and headed out of the girls dorm, down into the common room.

After explaining to Ron calmly that no, she was no going to a tryst with a secret boyfriend (earning an "are you sure?" from Ron), and that yes she was in fact going to the library to research Gillyweed as a possible subject for her Herbology project.

"Do you want some help with that?" asked Neville, who had gained the much respected position House of Herbology expert. He was the one you went too if you were having trouble, if you were a little first year or a struggling seventh year, he would help you out. He wouldn't be condesending, or cruel, he would simply do what he could to help. On top of this he was also one of Ginny's few close friends.

Ginny glanced at him, as he knew she had already learned as much as she needed to know about Gillyweed for the project. She saw the teasing in his eyes though. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell Ron." He whispered into her ear as he swept her into a hug.

"Thanks Neville!"

"As long as you tell me who it is later." he quickly added.

"Deal!" When they broke apart, they soon realised that half the common room was staring at them both. "Well...um...thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine on my own tonight Nev."

And with that she stepped out of the portrait hole into the dark corridor, stopping once she was out to yet again tug her skirt back over her shapley, creamy white thighs. The colour of her skin shone out like a beacon in the dark half light of the corridor. She began the long journey down to the deserted corridor, which had become the meeting place for her and Draco.

In the complete and utter silence of the corridor, the sound of her heartbeat was almost loud enough to make her jump.In the dark she caught sight of the light-coloured hair, and the sharp, pointed features which made up Draco Malfoy. He turned to greet her with a kiss, but Ginny pushed him away slightly, and looked into his glistening, grey-blue eyes. "Draco, I've got something we need to talk about."

"Sure, go on then."

"Not, here though, somewhere more private."

She could see worry, confusion in his eyes which had arisen after her last few statements.

"Ok, I know a secret room around here." He turned and led her by the hand to a large tapestry, muttering a word which Ginny couldn't quite catch at it. It opened and revealed what appeared to be a smaller version of the common room, though lacking the gold and red décor, which clashed so much with Ginnys long, flaming red hair.

"Now what was it?" She could hear urgency in his voice, urgency and worry.

There was a pause. When she couldn't bear it any more, Ginny filled the silence.

"I'm an Angelic."

Draco smiled "I know you're ange..."

"No, an Angelic" she interrupted him.

"Wait, what does that mean?" Draco sounded slightly confused.

"It means," she paused again "I have wings."

There was a shocked silence.

Draco blinked owlishly "Sorry, I'm sure you just said you had wings."

"Yes, you see...you know in pictures of angels, they're like that. In fact early in history, muggles mixed up the legend of an angel with people like me. That's how we got our name actually." Ginny explained.

"But then, where are they...you I mean?"

Ginny drew her wand and muttered a spell, while moving the wand tip in a small, quick, but complicated movement. A bulge appeared in the back of her jumper, taking the place of her usual shapely form. She drew off her jumper slowly, revealing long feathered wings,

"I've never told anyone apart from mum, although I suspect Dumbledore knows."

Draco meanwhile, was amazed that she would trust him with such a secret. He had always called her his angel, and now he found it was true.

"How do you keep those hidden?" he asked in wonder and amazement.

"It's a simple glamour spell." She turned to face him, but as he gazed at her, he noticed a distinct difference in her eyes...they had changed from their normal chocolate colour, and were now an almost translucent purple.

He blinked, as though that would return the colour to the rather ordinary brown, but her eyes stayed the rather extraordinary purple. She realised what it was he was looking at.

"It hides my eye colour to, I didn't want to stand out too much."

"With you're hair, how can you not?" Ginny gave out a nervous giggle. She felt very self-concious about showing her wings to anyone, even Draco.

"Can I stroke them?" he asked, entranced by the light reflecting off of the soft, white feathers.

"I guess." Ginny replied, it was an odd sensation, the only way she could describe it was that it felt a lot like when he stroked her hair. As he brushed the feathery softness of her wings a shiver ran down her spine. "So...you don't have a problem with then?"

"Well, it's a bit of a shock, but no, should I?"

"No, but there are other things this affects."

"You mean other than the fact you can fly and sing beautifully?"

"Yes, like this is the reason I learn things so fast, it causes me to have a really organised mind, which incidentally is why I can get away with calling my time with you study time. I can learn things in half the amount of time others can. Even faster than Hermione!"

"I'm not sure about anything else though, I guess I'll find out in time though."

Draco looked t.aken aback.

"I'm still me though!" Ginny attempted to reassure him.

"Don't worry, I know you are, sweet," he replied "It's just a lot to take in. And anyway, why did you decide to tell me now, in fact why did you decide to tell me at all?"

"I just feel that I trust you enough now."

Then there was very little talking for the rest of that evening.

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Hannah: (wolf whistles)

Moi: And that's it for this today!

Hannah: Tune in next time to read the next installment of "His Angel" The musical!

Moi: (confused) It's not a musical

Hannah: But it could be! (sings) Draco, I have something to tell you,

Moi: Riiigggghhhht, well we'll see you next time!

AN/ Poor Neville is usually so overlooked! Though as you can see he is not part of the main part of the story, we shall try to keep him very involved.

We are writing the next chapter now. Please review, give us feedback. It's our first longer story, and we would appreciate any advice you could give!