Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all
the peeps in this story, I am just borrowing them for a short while.
A/N: These next couple of chapters
are some the darker chapters of the story. But you must realize, Draco
has been terribly heartbroken (though he would rather die than admit it)
and I have written that he would totally lose it if Ginny was taken from
him. So please excuse his behavior . . . I try to tell him to behave, but
he does not listen, he has a very strong will of his own, I'll give him
that . . . anyway, the title of the chapter doesn't really have much to
do with what happens, but Ginny is Slytherin's Prophecy of Power, so it
seemed to fit. And there is a bit of swearing here. So here's chapter seven.
Chapter Seven
The Prophecy of Power
"Ginny Weasley
. . ."
The name seemed
to echo in Draco's ears. His heart stopped and restarted again, and he
swallowed in attempt to get the annoying lump from his throat. Realizing
he was very close to giving his feelings away, he forced a sneer and said,
"She's sixteen years old. A sixteen year old female is the only
one able to kill you?"
Slytherin's face
darkened at being teased. "Even she does not know what power she posesses."
Draco forced
his face to look mockingly at his father, but inside he felt very different.
Ginny,
powerful? Of course, he always held power over him - she had someway
been able to bewitch him into wanting to do anything to make her happy.
But that was the power every beautiful woman possessed. What made Ginny
so different?
"If Lucius's
memories are correct, you know the girl," Slytherin continued, his sickingly
gleeful smile returning. "Very well, in fact."
"So?" Draco snapped,
maybe a little too quickly.
"Narcissa, leave,"
Slytherin barked suddenly, causing Draco's mother to jump in the surprise
of being addressed. He had forgotten she was even in the room, and watched
her scamper out almost gratefully.
"Why do I have
to help you kill her?" Draco pressed.
Slytherin smile
widened. "I like you Draco. Unlike your father thinks, I think you hold
great potential. You are a lot like me. I am giving you the chance to be
rewarded beyond your dreams. If you help me kill the one thing that threatens
my path to greatness, then we can both conquer the world and become the
most powerful men alive."
Draco snorted.
"Please. I know once you either use me for what you need, or get tired
of me, you'll kill me. So don't give me this bull shit about sharing the
world with you."
Slytherin seemed
impressed. "You are much smarter than your father gives you credit for,"
he said.
"And you actually
think I'm going to help you?" Draco scoffed.
"You will still
be rewarded," Slytherin told him. "You can do anything with the help of
me . . . I only ask for two things in return. Your loyalty, and your knowledge
of what Ginny is like to bring her to me."
Draco pondered
the possibility. Ginny deserved whatever she got. She had, after all, led
him on to believe she cared about him while meanwhile she was snogging
Potter behind his back. It would teach her right, give her a nice shock,
if he delivered her to Slytherin and see her reaction when she realizes
she's going to die.
I don't want
anyone to die, Draco thought. I'm not a murderer.
It wouldn't be
murder, exactly. He wouldn't be killing her. He would just be doing what
he had done with Voldemort - hand the victim over. And once that was through,
even if the Ministry accused him of being an accomplice, Slytherin would
be more powerful. Slytherin would keep him safe, out of the hands of Azkaban.
Draco felt so
broken, there really wasn't a point to living anymore. Why not become powerful
for a little while before he died? It would be fun while it lasted.
But something
inside him hesitated. So he said, "Let me think about it."
And he turned
to leave. Suddenly, Slytherin shot his hand out and grabbed a handful of
Draco's hair and shoved him around, lifting him nearly a foot off the ground.
Pain radiated from Draco's scalp, but he managed to keep his lips shut
and not let out a yelp of pain.
If he had had
any doubts that his father was not Salazar Slytherin before, he didn't
have any then. His father had sometimes pulled his hair and thrown him
across the room, but he had never been able to lift him a foot clear off
the floor with one hand. Draco grabbed Slytherin's wrist so he could hold
himself up and take some of the pressure off his hair.
"Bastard," he
spat out. "Let me go."
"You will answer
now," Slytherin hissed. "Yes or no. And I think I forgot to mention the
only other possibility besides getting Weasley for me. Death. If you say
no, you'll be dead before you even finish your sentence."
Draco knew his
face was going red in effort to hold himself up. Finally, he ground out,
"Yes, I'll get Weasley for you. Now let go of my hair, damnit."
Slytherin's hard
mouth relaxed into an evil smile and he held Draco's gaze for a moment
longer. Then he released the handful of hair and Draco just barely managed
to drop on his feet without toppling over.
"Good choice,"
he whispered.
"Ginny? Can I come in?" Ron's voice
fluttered through the door.
Ginny woke up
with a start, not even realizing she'd fallen asleep. She sat up and rubbed
her eyes. "Yeah," she replied, her voice still thick with sleep.
Ron came into
her room almost timidly, and smiled at her. "It's lunch time," he said
with forced brightness.
"I'm not hungry,"
she moaned, throwing her legs over the side of her bed.
"Um, Gin? What
exactly happened last night?" Ron asked, coming deeper into the room and
sitting beside her. "Harry wouldn't tell us."
That's because
you'll kill him, Ginny thought.
So she decided
to say the good news. "Well, the bottom line is I probably won't be seeing
Draco much anymore."
Ron actually
grinned. "Really?" Then he noticed her expression and tried to look a bit
sadder. "I'm sorry, Ginny. But really, it's for the best."
"Mm-hmm."
He patted her
knee. "Come on, Hermione made us lunch. She's a lot better cook than any
of us. Oh, and I didn't tell Mum about how you disappeared last night.
She has enough to worry about."
Ginny nodded.
"Yeah, you're right. But really, I'm not hungry at all."
"Just come and
sit with us then," Ron said, not giving up.
She dearly did
not want to face Harry, but knew Ron wouldn't accept a no. So she relented
and followed him downstairs.
Lunch was very
tense. Fred and George attempted to keep the mood light, but no one was
really in the mood to laugh. After they were done eating, the twins said
they had to return to their joke shop and Apparated.
Ginny went back
upstairs. Her head down, she walked into her room and with a wave of her
wand light all the candles. It was then she looked up and realized someone
was in here room already.
She jumped. "Draco!"
she cried in surprise.
He was laying
on his back on her bed, hands behind his head and staring grimly at the
ceiling. Ginny wondered how he got in, and saw that the window glass was
missing.
"Draco!" she
repeated, this time with more happiness. She slammed the door behind her
and hurled herself across the room, jumping beside him and throwing her
arms around his chest, giving him a sideways hug.
He did not return
it. He didn't even look at her. "We need to talk," he said simply.
Ginny could not
stop smiling and propped her head in her hand, staring at him. "I know,
I'm so glad you came. I know I've messed things up, and I need to explain
-"
"Not here," Draco
interrupted. He finally turned his head to look at her. "Come to my house."
Ginny stared
blankly. "Your house?" she repeated.
He sat up and
his eyes stared intensely into hers. "My house," he confirmed.
She felt thoroughly
creeped out, but dismissed the feeling. This is Draco, he just wants
to talk. He's not going to kill you. "Can't we go for a walk or something?"
"Listen, Ginny,
I really need to talk," he said. "And I'm not talking here. You can come
with me or not. It's no big deal."
Ginny knew what
he meant. He meant If you don't come with me, you'll never see me again.
You won't ever have another chance with me.
She had to go.
She needed Draco and she couldn't just give up their relationship because
he gave her a weird look. Still, something told her not to answer. "Draco,
please. You know I want to talk with you. But your house . . . that's just
. . ."
"It's not like
my father's there anymore," he snapped, almost defensively.
"Still, can't
we -?"
"No, we can't,"
he said furiously, and got up. He crossed the room over to his broom and
the open window.
He's hurt.
I hurt him badly by what I did with Harry. And he's angry because I won't
come with him. I have to go.
"Wait," Ginny
said, getting off the bed and following him. "I'll come. I'm coming."
He stared at
her a moment. Then a smile she'd never seen before crossed his lips. "Good
choice," he said softly.
A/N: Oooo, bad Draco! I've been
telling him to act like the good boy he is, but he won't listen! Anyway,
review and I shall try to get chapter 8 out soon!