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Chapter 1.
Ginny
lay in bed with her eyes wide open. The
next day they were traveling back to Hogwarts.
She was excited to start a whole new year. She would be able to see all her friends, and best of all, she
would get to see Draco. She couldn't
believe that only a year ago Draco was the last person she wanted to see.
One
year earlier
Ginny
entered the compartment with Harry and Ron on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione was waiting for them with
Crookshanks next to her. Ron sat next
to her, and Harry sat across from them.
Ginny, finding her courage plopped herself down, right next to Harry.
Half
the ride was spent in vain as Harry, Ron, and Hermione kept whispering things
to each other Ginny couldn't hear.
After five years of being ignored, Ginny knew it was her role to sit
there and pretend they weren't leaving her out, again. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back
against the seat. She was rather
surprised when Harry addressed her a few minutes later.
"Did you want
to rest? I can move across so you can
have the whole seat to stretch out."
"I'm not
tired," Ginny said while rubbing her eyes.
"I was just bored."
"I'm sorry. I guess we're not good company," Harry said.
"That's
okay. I'm used to it."
"Oh,
sorry. So, how was your summer," he
asked, looking for a change in subject.
They continued their conversation for a long time. Ginny was surprised to find Harry actually
looked interested in what she was saying.
Everything seemed too good to be true.
A few hours later, it all came crashing down again in the form of a
short boy, surrounded by two big goons.
"Well, well,
if it isn't Potty and his girlfriends."
"Get lost
Malfoy," Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all said at once.
"I thought
you might've dumped her after she led you into the Chamber of Secrets,
Potter. If I were you I'd stay away
from her. She's evil," he said with a
smirk.
"I'm sorry, I
never realized how evil she was. I
guess it takes one to know one, huh Malfoy?
Now get out of our compartment."
"I'm
leaving. Just thought I might give you
a fair warning, that's all, Potter."
With that Draco left.
The rest of
the train ride remained silent. Ginny
felt degraded. Even though it had been
four years since the Chamber, not a day went by that she didn't feel some guilt
for that. How could Harry like an
annoying little girl like her?
Ginny knew
there was only one thing she could do to make herself feel better: degrade and embarrass Malfoy like he did to
her. She was going to make him see what
it felt like to be the punch line of a joke.
*
Ginny
turned her head towards Hermione, who was lying on the floor next to her
bed. Hermione had arrived the week
before, and Ginny enjoyed having another girl around for once to talk to. Hermione looked like she was still awake, so
Ginny decided to take her chances. "I
can't sleep."
"Ah
Ginny, can't you at least try?"
Hermione was used to Ginny's outbursts in the middle of the night. Ginny had a bad habit of keeping anyone
staying in her room awake during the night by talking into the late hours.
"Aren't
you excited about tomorrow Hermione?"
"Of
course I am. I was reading through Transfiguration for Advanced Students the other day, and some of the stuff we get to learn
this year will be amazing! Don't you
just love opening up a whole world of new information?"
"And
not to mention, I get to see Draco tomorrow," Ginny said with a smirk.
"Ginny,
does every conversation have to land on Mal…I mean, Draco?"
"I
love him! Why can't anyone understand
that?" Then Ginny remembered her
conversation with Harry the first day he arrived at the Burrow. "The only person who understands is
Harry. If Harry Potter can give Draco a
second chance, why can't my best friend?
Or even my family?"
"So
Harry, who do you reckon you'll take to the Yule ball this year?"
Harry
turned around in bed, annoyed. Usually
he didn't mind when someone talked to him in the middle of the night, but
tonight was different. His mind kept
wandering to how Ginny's hair had glittered in the sunlight earlier that
afternoon, and for some reason, he didn't want to shake that image out of his
head.
He
didn't know where all these thoughts about Ginny Weasley were coming from. He never used to think of her like
this. In fact, he barely used to ever
think of her at all. Though, sometime
in the middle of his sixth year, it had changed. He had found himself watching Ginny when he should have been
goggling after Cho Chang. He also had noticed that whenever he had needed a
friend, Ginny had been right there. She
would never let him down. Harry knew he
had to forget about his new-found feelings for Ginny; she was obviously head
over heels in love with Draco, and Harry had to accept that.
"Harry? Are you awake?" Harry quickly tuned out his thoughts and gave his friend a
confused look.
"Yule
Ball?"
"Yeah,
didn't you know? There is going to be a
Yule Ball again this year. It's some
unity thing. Dumbledore is doing all he
can to keep students happy at Hogwarts.
My parents have been talking about it for a while now."
"Oh, I dunno." Harry didn't want to think of another stupid ball. The last Yule Ball seemed a disaster, and he
didn't want to think of his love life right now. Or rather, lack of a love life.
Draco Malfoy was lying in his cozy bed at
Malfoy Manson. He still felt the injuries where his father and the other Death
Eaters had hit him. There were many bruises all over his body. 'Damn it, Father,'
he thought, 'you could have been more careful.'
The young man turned around another time,
while he hit the pillow again in frustration.
Every time he lifted his arm, the impact
was harder. When he felt a thick liquid running down his arm, he stopped to see
what the liquid was. Dark red blood was dripping down his arm, and he could see
what has caused the bleeding. It was the knife his father gave him a week ago
with exact instructions…
A week ago
It was the day of the weekly meeting. All the Death Eaters were
sitting around a large table, waiting for Lord Voldemort's plans.
Lucius Malfoy was, as always, the right arm of the Dark Lord. Everyone
knew that he was the cruelest Death Eater the world had ever seen. His son
Draco would take his place when he was old enough. Draco was exactly like his
father. He was always calculating, never did anything for another person
without reason.
But then again, he looked like an angel, for people who didn't know
him, which made him perfect for the
cruellest plans of the Dark Lord.
Young Malfoy was sitting
next to his father, ready to give excuse.
A few days ago, Draco
had got a letter from his girlfriend. She had told him that Harry Potter would
arrive the following day. With this information Draco had gone to his master.
He had told him the whole story. Immediately Lord Voldemort had made sure that
nothing would go wrong. He sent the
most talented Death Eaters, to make sure that the fireplaces of the two houses
wouldn't work probably. The fireplace
at Privet Drive number 4, would work like a Port Key, bringing Harry Potter
directly to Malfoy Manson.
"So young Malfoy," the Snake Lord said, "What can you say in your defense?"
"It was not my fault," Draco started " Ginny Weasley, told me the
wrong day. It's not my fault if this Mudblood-lover can't remember a simple
day. I TOLD YOU I'm wasting my time with her. She's useless." Draco hit the
table in frustration.
"Draco Malfoy, are you sure that you haven't changed sides?" Lord
Voldemort asked, "Are you sure that you are not going weak?"
Draco jumped up. Enough was enough. "I'm NOT going weak. I hate the
whole Weasley family…. Being with this stupid, naïve, little girl is hell for
me, but master I'm loyal to you and took the burden and now you think I'm
changing sides? NEVER!" Draco's face
was red with all the anger he felt. How could they think for just a single
second that he felt more than hate towards this little girl.
They all knew that he was with Pansy, who was in equal in
everything. She was the wife he wanted when his destiny would become reality.
"All right Draco, I believe you," Lord Voldemort hissed, "Just
double-check your information, before you come to me." The Dark Lord laughed hollowly,
making everyone in the room shiver. "Now then, Lucius, please tell us more
about the plan you have made with your son."
Draco sat back, happy with the way everything turned out. He
listened to what his father said, and although the plan wasn't new to him,
everyone thought that he was a genius. Ginny Weasley had no idea that she was a
toy in order to get to Harry Potter.
Finally Lucius took out a knife, showing it to everyone. Lucius
Malfoy explained everything in a low whisper as if he was afraid that somebody
could hear them. The candlelight started to fade and the dungeons were getting
very cold and uncomfortable. Finally Lucius finished explaining the plan.
Everyone cheered and clapped, and the Dark Lord himself seemed to be impressed
by the cruelty of his Death Eaters.
"Very good Lucius and... of course Draco, your plan is very
good." The Snake Lord said.
"Now I think we have to start phase 2."
At those words Draco stood up and went to the middle of the room. A
few Death Eaters started to beat him up. It only hurt for the first minutes.
When they were done, Draco was brought into his room. He had bruises everywhere.
*
"Yes my Darling," Draco said to himself "You'll
believe everything I tell you... And be sure the day will come when you'll pay,
sweetie. Ginny, you'll pay for everything."
Draco turned another time around, this
time grinning from ear to ear in satisfaction. He would have the best year of
his life.
Draco Malfoy would be the one who killed Harry Potter.
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