Chapter Eleven

I Need a Hero

Ginny let her Slayer instincts take over. Instants before the explosion that rocked the the cell, she pulled her bed from the wall and leapt behind it, turning it to it's side. Even with the impromtu sheild, the force slammed her and the bed against the wall.

As the dust settled, she peeked over the steel rim. There was a ragged hole in the wall, filled with dust and smoke. A figure was highlighted in the dust. Ginny held her breath as she figure stepped forward. She gasped and stood up.

"Malfoy?"

He grinned at her, looking perfectly rouguish. "Hey."

"What are you doing here?" She demanded as he tossed her a broom.

"Saving your ass."

"Huh?"

"Ginny!" He grabbed her shoulders. "After that display, they've moved you up. You only have a week left..." He trailed off and she gasped.

"They wouldn't!"

"They would. That's why I have to get you out of here."

"But... but what are we going to do?" She asked as she mounted the broom.

"I have a friend who might be able to help."

"So why didn't you tell them? They could have just brought him in an-"

He held up one finger. "One, I've never been the most trustworthy person in Potter's book. Two, my friend is about as reputable. Three, I'm technically dead."

She laughed harshly. "I guess you're right. Where to then?"

He winked at her. "Follow me, Princess."

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Pansy debated just shutting the door in the face of her ex.

"How the hell did I know you couldn't possibly be dead?" She asked rhetorically.

He grinned. "Animal magnetism?"

"Right. And just why should I let you in? You dumped me then 'died' only to come back into my life to further screw it up."

His grin faded and he stepped back to usher Ginny in.

Pansy went paler if possible.

"You bring the fucking Slayer here?" She hissed, the candle light glinting off elongated canines. Pansy had been turned during the final night of the war after she and a group of young girls turned to the Order's side. She saved the girls but took the worst of it herself. Pansy had always been a bit of a clarivoiant though she hid it well in school. That was the reason Draco need to see her.

"She's not the Slayer." Draco protested.

"Really? Could have fooled me!" She snarled.

"I'm not." Ginny growled. "If I was, you'd already be dead. I was a Slayer hopeful. I got myself and the current Slayer out of there, with a little help from Draco. They let me keep this."

"What I need is your help." Draco said. "There's something in her that's letting someone in. We need that window closed and we need to know who opened it in the first place and who's been coming through."

"Would you like a daqueri as I sing the Queen of Night's Aria from the Magic Flute? That's fucking impossible! I can't do all that!"

"Can you try? At least find us the window. If you can close it as well, that would be great."

Pansy sighed. "Damn you. Alright. Let's do this."

(A/N: The Queen of Night's Aria is from the Magic Flute and is generally considered the hardest song for any voice to sing. Just a bit of trivia.