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Chapter 13: Confrontation

As soon as Potions class had ended, Draco stood and began hurriedly packing his belongings. To Harry, Ron, and Hermiones surprise, he bid them all a very pleasant goodbye, practically hugged Professor Bluebottle (leaving her very pleased with herself), and flew out the side door and down the corridor. Draco ran as fast as he could to his next class, Transfiguration. His heart beat loudly in his chest as he crashed into his seat. Professor McGonagall looked surprised to see him already--her last class was still gathering their things and preparing to leave. Draco took some time to catch his breath and then took out his books for class.

He felt as though he had just avoided a catastrophe.

The rest of the class came in a few minutes later and took their seats. Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the room and began a long lecture. As Draco settled into his notes, a polite knock was heard at the door. Draco pinched his eyes shut and hoped that it wasnt who he thought it was. Then he heard his name.

"Draco Malfoy," called Dumbledores voice from the door, "Could you please come with me?

Your father is waiting for you in my office. He...requests a word with you."

Draco winced and stood, slowly picking up his things once again, and followed Dumbledore outside and toward his office. He could feel his throat grow drier by the moment and his footsteps sounded incredibly loud in the deserted hallway. Hed never felt so afraid in his life--it was the kind of fear that only his father could inspire.

After what seemed like hours of walking, they finally stepped onto the hidden, swirling staircase that lead to Dumbledores office. As they approached the door, Dumbledore very calmly and coolly offered Draco a few words of comfort.

"The initial hysteria that your father had upon coming here has not yet worn off, Mr. Malfoy, but you must face him and be brave about it. Im sure everything will work out in the end."

When they had reached the top, he added, "You go in first alone. He wants to speak with you in private. I will be right outside, waiting."

He pushed open the door and motioned for Draco to pass through, when to their surprise they found the office empty, with Lucius Malfoy nowhere in sight.

A feeling of sickness ate at Dracos stomach. He immediately turned on his heels and ran leaving Dumbledore slightly bewildered. But soon Dumbledore understood, and leaving Draco to deal with his father, he entered his office, closing the door behind him.

As the end of class approached, Ginny felt herself looking forward to lunch, when she would meet with Draco again. She wandered off into her own thoughts, helped along by the thick air full with the incense that was constantly burning during Divination.

It had only been a few months since that day when she had bumped into Draco at Diagon Alley and first glimpsed that other side of him. It had been even shorter a time since she and Draco first kissed. The school year was still near the beginning and already everyone knew about them. But at this particular moment, it felt like a century since the last time she had seen him. She fell into a daydream-- she imagined herself running down the steps, bursting through the door of an empty classroom, and flinging herself straight at Draco. A grin spread across her face as she thought of it.

Ginny became so absorbed in these fancies that eventually she fell into a dream-filled sleep. Soon the class had ended, everyone had left, and the professor was tapping her sharply on the shoulder. She awoke, confused and embarrassed.

"Oh my…Im so sorry. It wont happen again—I promise!"

"I should hope so."

Ginny nodded, apologized a few more times, and left as quickly as she could, fearing that she would be late to her charms class. She climbed down the staircase from the Divination classroom and sped off toward her class when, of course, she crashed headlong into someone and fell to the floor, spilling the entire contents of her bag. She stammered many incoherent apologies as she picked up her papers and sloppily shoved them into her bag.

Why? Why must this always happen to me? I should really watch where I am going, she thought silently to herself.

"You should really watch where you are going," said a cold voice, as though reading her mind.

She looked slowly up at this dark figure looming over her and to her horror saw Lucius Malfoy standing haughtily before her.

"Weasley, I have been looking for you," he spoke down to her.

"Oh have you, Mr. Malfoy? Whatever for?" She asked with feigned innocence. She stood upright with more courage than she had and looked him directly in the eye.

"Why are you seeing my son?" he demanded, getting directly to the point.

"What does it matter to you?" she said, dropping all pretenses of politeness.

"Dont play smart with me, girl" he said, his voice rising in obvious aggravation. "Tell me. Why are you seeing my son when it is obviously against my wishes?"

"Again. Why does it matter to you?"

"Listen, I havent got time for this nonsense. You will stay away from Draco and that is final."

"There is no way that you can make me."

"Oh isnt there?" he replied with an icy grin.

"Was that a threat?" asked Ginny, her face stern and unflinching.

Lucius Malfoy stepped toward her, and was now standing so close that she could see her reflection in his tiny, glittering pupils. Sparks seemed to fly from his eyes, ready to burn her through, but Ginny held her ground.

With out blinking even once, Ginny said through gritted teeth, "Back away Mr. Malfoy."

Draco continued to run down the hall, frantically trying to remember Ginnys schedule.

Where is she? Where is she? he thought. He searched his mind and found it at last: Divination.

So he climbed upward toward the Divination Tower and when he was almost there he heard a shrill yell "No!" and a thud on the floor. His heart sank as he thought of Ginny lying on the floor, her limbs limp, her hair fanned out on the ground, and her face… he hoped that he was wrong as he turned the corner, and there he saw her…

She was standing, fiery haired and huffing, looking down at an unconscious Lucius Malfoy. She placed her wand gently into her pocket. Draco slowed down his pace at first, and then stopped all together at the sight of his father sprawled on the stone floor. He froze in shock that someone so small and seemingly weak as his Ginny had managed to take out someone so intimidating and powerful as his father, Lucius Malfoy.

He rested his hands on his knees and continued to stare for a moment as he caught his breath. Finally he stood and approached Ginny again. Slowly and quietly, he asked her, "What happened?"

"I dont know really. I was running late for class and I ran right into him. So he started to yell at me and threaten me, so I just held my ground. He stepped toward me, and I suppose he expected me to step away or to be scared or something, I dont know, but he certainly didnt expect me to pull out my wand and curse him. I guess I just took him by a bit of surprise."

"Usually no one stands up to him."

"By the way he was acting, I can tell. He seems used to getting exactly what he wants."

Draco blushed. He himself was exactly the same as his father in that respect. Once he had decided what he wanted, no one could tell him otherwise.

"Well, Ginevra Weasley, It must have been a pretty powerful curse to knock him unconscious like this for so long."

"I was a bit mad, and he was just too close for comfort. I was so upset that I practically screamed the curse."

"So thats what I heard. You screamed and he fell. I was afraid that you were in trouble," Draco said.

Ginny smiled beautifully, but very briefly. "Hes stirring," she said. "Hell probably be awake any minute now. What should we do?"

Draco looked thoughtfully at his father lying on the floor. Lucius Malfoys lips twitched, and he let out a groan.

"Ginny, go to your class. I guess its time for me to finally face him. Ill meet you again before lunch in the library."

"All right, but if anything happens and you cant make it, try to send me an owl," she replied, with a quick and uncertain glance at his father.

"You arent worried, are you, Gin?" Draco said with a sly smile.

"You should at least take his wand away from him, so he cant curse you when he wakes up or anything."

Draco nodded in agreement. He knelt down by his father and drew out his wand from something similar to a sword sheath on his belt. He stood up and put the wand in his own pocket. He watched as Luciuss fingers began to wiggle slightly. He turned to Ginny and smiled.

"You know Ginny, Youve been getting me into a lot of trouble."

"Oh, and you think everythings been the same with me?" she retorted. What that she pulled Draco into a grand kiss. Behind them, Lucius Malfoy let out a huge groan. He was still lying flat on his back, but his had had flickered open, and his hand was fumbling around weakly in his robes for his wand.

"I think youd better get going, Ginny," Draco warned.

"You dont need to tell me again."

Ginny kissed Draco on the cheek and jogged off down the hall. She turned her head once to see Draco lean down toward his father, but his eyes were still on her. She sped to a full run, realizing that she was already very late to her Charms class.

Draco watched as Ginny turned the corner and listened as she thudded down the stairs. He waited until he could no longer hear her footsteps, and when finally, he was sure that she was far away enough, he revived his father.

"Ennervate," he muttered.

His father lifted his head. He was dazed, yet recovered quickly. He sat up abruptly, his face forming a scowl worse than Draco had ever seen.

"Draco Malfoy, just what do you think you are doing?" he demanded. Draco did not like the quiet tone of his fathers voice. Draco only stared at him. Lucius stood up.

"Well? Why dont you answer me? Am I not your father?" he continued menacingly. Draco looked at the floor.

"Yes father."

"Yes, I am. So obey when I tell you to quit this foolishness at once. You are not to see that Weasley girl anymore."

"But—"

"Dont speak. That girl humiliated me today and I will not have it happen again. I wont tolerate it."

"Father, I—"

"That is quite enough, Draco," Lucius Malfoy snapped violently at his son. "I will escort you to your class now."

"Yes father," Draco replied in barely more than a whisper. He could almost feel tears in his eyes. Why couldnt he stand up for himself? Why was he so afraid of his father? His girlfriend had even managed to knock him out, but he, Draco Malfoy, was powerless against him. He remained quiet and followed his father to his next class, with his head hung low.

"After I leave you at your class, I will speak to Professor Snape about this matter" continued his father, "and he, no doubt, will keep a watchful eye over you for me to make sure that you are doing as I say."

Draco nearly jumped for joy at these last words, but he maintained his mournful appearance and mumbled again, "Yes father."

But in his mind, Draco was rejoicing. As he followed Lucius down the stairs, he though to himself, Snape will understand. Hell play along for father, tell him that he will make sure I dont speak with Ginny at all, and then everything will be fine…I hope."

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