Disclaimer: It belongs to JK Rowling,
I am just borrowing her players and I will return them, I promise. But
I am going to have a little fun with them first.
A/N: Thanks for the awesome reviews,
and you'll find out everything all in due time. I am a strict D/G shipper
so how do you think my story will end up? Come on, people, I wouldn't do
that to Draco, he's too cool!
Chapter Six
The Return of Salazar Slytherin
Ginny and Harry didn't speak a word
as they picked up the broom outside the door and flew back to the Burrow.
When they arrived, Ron and Hermione demanded to know where they were, but
Ginny was too numb to reply. She left Harry to answer and went to her room.
She threw herself
face down onto her bed, burying her face in a pillow. It would do no good
to cry - it wouldn't erase what had just occured. Instead, she tried to
think. How could she prove to Draco that she didn't want Harry? That it
had just been a fit of passion that she couldn't control?
When she
had been kissing him, it hadn't been the breath taking, stomach fluttering,
knee weakening kisses she got from Draco. She could barely remember even
enjoying Harry's. He had been there . . . and so had she, and something
snapped inside her and made her act the way she did. Not only had she hurt
Draco, she'd probably hurt Harry as well. He was the one who cared for
her now.
She tried putting
herself in his place. She remember how terrible she felt when he dated
Cho Chang during fifth year. And what if he had suddenly decided to make
out with her, then turn around and ignore her and beg for Cho's forgiveness?
Ginny would've been heartbroken, she knew. But that's exactly what she
was doing to him.
I've made a
mess of everything, she thought sadly. I've hurt the two boys who
matter most in my life (who aren't related to me).
Ginny fell asleep
with these troubling thoughts, wondering how she would ever be able to
explain her actions to Draco.
Draco got home a couple hours later
and slowly made his way to his bedroom. He could not erase the image of
Ginny kissing Harry from his mind. When he shut his eyes all he saw were
her hands, trying to unbutton Harry's pants. It made Draco so angry he
actually trembled, clenching his hands into fists and having the strongest
urge to hit something.
I'm such an
idiot, he thought furiously. For a little while there I actually
thought she was in trouble. And I actually went to look for her. To save
her. Hoping to be her knight in shining armor.
And the whole
time she didn't need rescuing. She had gone off for a romantic night with
Potter.
There was no other
way to explain it. What sort of captor would take the both of them, place
them in a comfortable, though somewhat empty room, with the door unlocked
and a broom right outside? And no one knew about the Locator ring around
Ginny's neck - only she could've taken it off.
"Draco? Are you
home?"
As Draco passed
his mother's room, he heard her weary voice call out to him.
"Yes," he said,
his tone expressionless.
"Would you come
in here, please?"
Draco really did
not feel like facing his mother, but obeyed anyway. He turned and went
into her bedroom, the bedroom she'd had never once shared with Lucius.
His parents had always slept in different rooms.
"What?" he demanded
listlessly. She wasn't in the room, but the light from the adjoining bathroom
was on and he knew she was in there.
Narcissa stepped
out, looking somewhat paler than usual. She was wearing a long black satin
nightgown. It was the middle of the night, Draco realized.
She offered him
a smile, and then someone stepped out of the bathroom after her.
It was Lucius.
For a minute,
Draco didn't react. He stared at his father, taking in that even though
he'd spent a week in Azkaban, he looked much more powerful. He seemed to
radiate power, which was a sensation Draco had only felt from one other
person in his entire life - Voldemort.
"Did they let
you out?" he asked, eyeing his father wearily.
But he knew that
wasn't true. He would've heard about it.
"Of course not,"
Lucius said dismissively, stepping around Narcissa and approaching Draco.
"I escaped."
"Why isn't it
all over the papers?"
"The Ministry
doesn't want to start a panic," Lucius replied, an odd smile on his face.
"So they've kept it quiet for the past few days."
"Days?" Draco
repeated, a little startled. "You've been out for days?"
"Yes, four days,"
he said.
"You're different."
"You're not as
stupid as your father thinks," Lucius said, smiling in approval.
Draco found this
comment odd, but didn't say anything and waited for an explanation.
"I know what you
are thinking," he continued, his weird smile broadening. "I'm not your
father. I've taken the body of Lucius Malfoy."
He's lost it,
Draco thought instantly. One week too many in Azkaban.
"You just told
me yourself that I'm different," Lucius continued as if reading his mind.
"I have twice the power that Lucius did. Now that Voldemort is gone, I'm
the most powerful man in the world."
"Are you?" Draco
was very uninterested. His dad was obviously crazy.
"You don't believe
me," Lucius growled, his expression darkening.
"You actually
thought I would?"
"I am Salazar
Slytherin," his father said. "My soul had been trapped in the land between
the living and the dead ever since I was killed. I have been waiting .
. . waiting for my chance to take over another's body and return to the
world."
Draco frowned.
"Slytherin?"
"Yes."
"If you're Slytherin,
they why didn't you take over Voldemort's body? Everyone knows he was Slytherin's
only living heir," Draco snapped. "He only died two weeks ago - you could've
taken over him."
"That is true,"
Lucius said. "But Voldemort would've been able to overrun me. He was too
strong. Your father is weaker - I control his body now. His mind, memories
. . . everything. He can't fight back. Tom Riddle would've been able to."
"Why my father?"
Draco knew it was ridiculous, but it was possible. And Lucius was acting
very different, and had a sense of strength that he never posessed before.
"He is one of
the most pure-blood Slytherins there is," he answered, almost haughtily.
"Plus, there is you."
"Me? What about
me?"
"I need you to
help me," Lucius (or was it Slytherin?) said, his grey eyes sparkling maliciously.
Draco did not
reply.
"Have you ever
heard of the Prophecy of Power?" Slytherin demanded.
"No."
"It's the one
curse of being extremely powerful," he said. "It basically states that
whoever is the most powerful man in the world has one downfall . . . one
person who could be the end of them."
"Like Voldemort,"
Draco stated.
"Yes," Slytherin
nodded. "James Potter was the one who could kill him. And since he had
a son, he passed the gift on to Harry."
"So there is a
person out there who could kill you," Draco concluded.
Slytherin nodded
once.
"And you want
me to help kill him," he added.
"Not him," Slytherin
corrected. "Her. I want you to bring me this woman so I can kill her."
"Why me?"
"You know her."
"Who is she?"
Lucius/Slytherin
smiled wildly, a bright light in his eyes. He seemed to be immensely pleased
about something. Draco waited because he didn't answer right away.
Finally, he said
very slowly, "Ginny Weasley."
A/N: We all saw that coming, didn't
we? LOL . . . anyway, reviews would be TOTALLY appreciated!