Draco's Desires
Part Six
Arrival of the Heroic
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Ginny and I woke up later, feeling very refreshed and energetic, and admittedly rather like prunes. It was worth it, though, since we just felt so good. We climbed out of the pool and pulled on our robes. We didn't bother with our clothing, since it was just so nice to be free in our scanties. We were so busy laughing and singing and jumping around that we would have scarcely noticed if we had been in the buff. Ginny rung out her hair and promptly sprayed me with the excess water. I cackled and tried to grab for her.
This time, she didn't run. Instead, she threw herself into my arms and planted her lips on mine. My eyes went wide. Any other time, I would have thought she'd gone mad, but I was just feeling so happy that I kissed her back without any further thought.
"Draco…mmmm…" She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms firmly around my neck. I moved with her so that she was pressed up against the wall and just practically kissed her to death. I pinned her arms against the stone and she laughed. She opened her eyes and gazed at me, her eyes slightly green-tinted and glowing. I kissed her again, not feeling very much like a child.
There was a sudden whooshing sound, and then the sharp point of a wand at my back. "V..Voldemort?" I muttered, terror running through me like I had ice in my veins. I wanted to fumble for my wand, but I was paralyzed, unable to take my hands off of Ginny's arms.
"Harry!" Ginny cried, but she didn't sound happy. "What are you doing here?"
I turned my head to glare at Potter, who was hovering a bit off the ground on his Firebolt. I pulled myself up to my full height, a whole five feet, two inches. "Do you mind? Miss Weasley and I were busy."
Potter was eyeing both of us, his eyes wide behind his glasses. He was looking at the fact that we were both nearly undressed and that I had Ginny pinned against the wall. It didn't look good for me. He was trembling as he spoke. "You're sick, Malfoy. I didn't know just how sick you were, but now I know. Taking advantage of a younger girl." He was practically spitting fire at me. "Come on, Ginny. Everything will be all right now. Give me your hand and I'll get you out of here and into the hospital wing."
She backed against the wall as far as she could go, shaking. "N..no! I won't go!"
Potter was practically in tears from emotion – from what he thought I had tried to do. "Ginny, it's all right. It's me, Harry. I'll help." He was so horrified.
She opened up her mouth and screamed as loudly as she could. I was really impressed with the amount of sound she could get out of that little mouth of hers. She looked at Potter and screamed and screamed as if he was going to try to kill her. Her eyes were gleaming with unnatural light and she was trembling all over.
Potter ran a hand through his hair. "My God! What did you do to her?!" He looked at me incredulously.
I looked at him calmly. "Nothing she didn't want."
Potter hopped off his broom and delivered a well-aimed punch to my chin. I reeled away from Ginny and rebounded off the wall. Winded, I lay on the ground, trying to breathe. Pain shot up my arm where I had hit, having no clothing except my robe to protect my pale, sensitive skin.
Potter, meanwhile, ran to the screaming Ginny and scooped her into his arms as if she were a doll, wrapping her robe more firmly around her. "Shhh…you're safe now. I'll make sure he never hurts you again."
Ginny was out of control. She was kicking and trying to strike at Potter, but he was bigger than she was and stronger, little wimp that he is. He must have figured that she was just terrified nearly out of her mind, but I knew she wanted to stay with me. I know it.
Potter got back onto the Firebolt and sped away through the Chamber, holding Ginny tightly around the waist. I watched as she turned her head to look at me, damp hair flying everywhere. "Draco! Draco!" she cried helplessly, as Potter flew with her out of my sight, out of our Chamber.
I pulled myself up off the hard floor and looked up at the statue of Slazar Slytherin. The cheerful firelight in the Chamber had gone out as soon as Ginny's presence was gone, leaving the cold green light. Harsh light, unfeeling and frigid. I gazed up at the statue, smiling a little bit. "I'll get her back again, My Lord. We'll both be back." I'm not sure if I was addressing the statue, or Voldemort, or even myself. The voice hardly sounded like mine, and I felt rather possessed. I shook my head, feeling suddenly groggy and headed towards the exit again.
Harry had used the Firebolt to fly up the pipe with Ginny, but I had my own method. I said a handy little spell and a set of ridges not unlike stairs formed in the pipe so I could climb up. I hauled myself up the pipe, my feet heavy. I realized I had forgotten my clothing, and neglected to retrieve Ginny's as well, but I didn't care. We would be back again, so we could pick them up then. They would not keep us away from our Chamber. I would see to that.
I pulled myself out of the pipe and the sink slid up into place again. I ignored Myrtle who was sniveling in one of the stalls, and went straight down to the dungeons. As I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my head, I just prayed that Ginny was safe wherever the perfect Potter had taken her.
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