Chapter 7: Give it me...

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be on fanfiction.net. That just wouldn't make sense...

A/N: Hehe. I finally updated to the point where this story has a plot. Amazing, isn't it? I've never heard of a story with a plot... =) But anyway. Enjoy. Don't enjoy. I don't care. Just as long as you read it...

Before I left I changed out of the dress and into a comfortable pair of jeans and my favorite muggle spaghetti strapped shirt. I put on my jean jacket, and splashed some cold water on my face in the bathrooms. It was considered 'muggle extreme' to wear something like this in public in the wizarding world, but I can't help it if I shared my fathers fondness over muggle maladies. I pulled my hair back in a loose ponytail.

When I walked outside I could tell that it was well past midnight. I closed the door behind me that led to a dark alley that was an outlet to a main trail in Hogsmeade. I heard it click behind me, it had been magicked to lock on its own. I turned to put the cloak on, when a hand touched my shoulder gruffly.

"That's a nice cloak," he said, me spinning around. Standing there was a man in a black cloak, no doubtedly one of those who was always at the show. He removed his hand.

"Yes it is," I said, trying to move past him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I couldn't see his face. "...Ginny Weasely."

"Let me pass," I said forcefully.

"I don't think I will," he said, blocking my pathway. His voice sounded oddly familiar. "But what I would like to know is what a Weasely like you is doing in a place like this."

"You know why I'm here, you wouldn't come here otherwise. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have places to be."

"Not so fast. Give me the cloak."

"No." He loomed even more menacingly more over me.

"Give it to me," he growled.

"Let me by!"

"Give me the Goddamn cloak!" he yelled.

"Let me by!" I shouted. Raising my voice to match his. He threw me against the wall hard enough to give him enough time to pin me there.

"Very well, Weasely. I'm sure that my master won't mind me taking you and the cloak. Kill two birds with one stone, you might say," he whispered sardonically. His tone made the hair on my neck stand on end.

"Let me go," I pleaded.

His response was to take out his wand. As he moved his free hand away I broke free and managed to escape my enemies grasp. Knowing that he would use his wand to hex me of some sort, I kicked him behind his shins so that he would falter, than shoved him against the wall. His wand fell to the floor as he let out another grunt. I thieved it, breaking into a sprint and leaving the man behind.

I didn't know where I was running to, I just kept running as far away from the man as possible. I ran out of breath after a while and slowed into a normal walk. There were no crowds to hide behind at this late an hour. All of the shops had closed up except for the three broomsticks, which held only a couple of sour faced wizards who looked as if they had no better place to go. I walked in the opposite direction of the pub, careful to stay as hidden in the shadows as possible.

When I reached another dark corridor, I took a turn into it and leaned my head against the wall. I was clutching the wand so tight that my knuckles had turned white, and if I had a mirror at this moment, my face probably would have been flushed red. I took a closer look at the wand.

It was a mottled dark color, and at the base there were initials in silver scripted letters. 'D.M.'

There was only one person I knew that had these intials, Draco Malfoy.

A/n: Oooh! The vampire- like hotness. For all you Buffy fans out there, doesn't Draco look like he could be Spike's son in the second movie? They are both sooo... Never mind. Drop me a review?