I'll Take Thee Away

Hey PpLs,

I want to thank all of my reviewers again! I love you guys! I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be using the song in this chapter. I would like to extend things here because I can't stand it when stories end, but there should only be about four chapters left; five at the most. Oh and there is a somewhat important author's note at the end of this chapter. Well let's get this thing started.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot. The song that will be used later on in the story is from the movie 'Hocus Pocus' and it's sung by Sara Jessica Parker. I don't own the story of the Sanderson Sisters either.

Background: Everyone's changed since the dark ages ended and Voldemort has gone. People are a lot happier and Gryffindor and Slytherin are even getting along. Even though Draco Malfoy is still somewhat an insufferable prig.

Summary: Draco finds himself falling in love with a mysterious girl that no one knows. She appears only about once or twice every few year to sing for the students at Hogwarts. But when Draco finds out that his dream girl is one of his pupils at Hogwarts he goes on a search for her. Does he really have to look that hard though? Or has this girl been in front of him all along?

I'll Take Thee Away

A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

A Draco and Ginny Production

By: Ashley Nicole

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Ginny's hair was back to normal and she was back to her normal self. Smiling like she didn't have a clue what was going on and as excited about Halloween as ever. It was just about dinnertime and everyone was getting even more excited then before.

"I can't wait until tomorrow!" Ginny exclaimed as she danced in a circle as she entered the Great Hall. She had been talking with her best friends about how they celebrated their most memorable holidays. Ginny's most memorable was on her third Christmas…

When she was just about three years old, Charlie took her out on his broom. It was so wonderful, just being up there in the sky. It made Ginny feel like she was closer to the stars, and being closer to the stars made Ginny feel more important somehow. She didn't really know how; it just always did.

"Oi! Gin, over here!" Ginny looked over to the Gryffindor table and saw Ron and Harry waving her way. She smiled at them as she made her way over to them. She sat down and, just like everyone else, waited for Professor Dumbledore to make his announcement.

Harry smiled at someone at the door and she knew that Hermione was probably on her way over, but she chose to try and ignore the googlie-eyed faces they were making. "So, Ron what made you turn my hair blonde? I know someone put you up to it, it couldn't have just been the fight in the hall way." Ginny said casually as she took a big bite out of a pear. Ron looked up at her and smiled nervously.

"How did you know I didn't come up with the idea myself?" he questioned innocently. Ginny made a face at him as if he were crazy, "Ron, I really don't think you could of come up with that prank all by yourself." Ron mocked hurt and then asked, "So you take your brother as an idiot, Gin?" Ginny took in a deep breath, as if she were going to say a long sentence, and simply said, "Exactly!"

Ginny and Ron both laughed a little and then stopped a minute after. Ron and Harry then engaged in a conversation about, what else but, Quidditch. So Ginny found herself with no one to talk to with Hermione having her nose stuck in a book and everyone else having their own conversations. So Ginny began to look around the Great Hall.

Her eyes traveled up to the Professor's table. Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout were talking about one thing or another. Snape was sneering and scowling at everyone, as usual. Madam Pomfrey and Madam Pince were also talking, probably about how students needed to be more careful. They were both always talking about how irresponsible teens were these days.

And then her eyes landed on Dumbledore. He had the same twinkle in his eyes and he was looking right at her. He smiled and then raised his goblet to her before taking a drink. Ginny smiled back and then continued looking at the rest of the hall.

Her eyes looked over to the Ravenclaw's table, then the Hufflepuff's, and eventually she faced forward to look at the Slytherin's table. And whom else would her eyes land on, but Draco Malfoy.

He was currently trying to get that pug-faced Pansy Parkinson off of him. She was clung to his right arm and was looking up at him with horrible looking, goopy, puppy eyes. It was really a sickening sight. And then he looked her way.

Their eyes locked almost instantly. Ginny didn't know what it was, but there was a force making her look into his cool gray-silver eyes. It was so calming, and yet she found that she could barely breath. It was so intense that she began to hold her breath, until Pansy re-attached herself to his arm and he looked away from Ginny's eyes. Ginny sighed from relief and annoyance and then almost jumped out of her skin when Dumbledore stood to speak.

"I know all of you are very anxious about this Halloween," there were a bunch of cheers after that as he smiled and continued, "And I know you were expecting a dance or a ball of some kind. But this year we're going to be doing something a little different. We're going to have a guest come tomorrow night, and some of you may remember our guest from your 2nd year." Dumbledore paused for a moment and smiled at their confused faces,

"This guest will come at 9 o' clock sharp, and then the rest is in their hands." He smiled one more time and then sat back down. They all looked so confused and the ones who had seen this person before couldn't remember. He then slightly rolled his eyes, Typical.

"Oh I wonder who's coming!" Ginny gushed as she began to stack food up on her plate. "Do you think the Weird Sisters are going to be our guests? No wait…umm…" Ron was getting a little tired of Ginny's rambling and he didn't think he could take it anymore. And he couldn't, "Ginny! Why don't you just wait until tomorrow to find out?" "Oh, okay…" Ginny looked as carefree as could be with that silly smile on her face and you could tell, she was.

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If Pansy Parkinson every tries to clamp herself onto my arm again, I swear on the code of Merlin that I'll let Blaise have a whack at her. She's been waiting to do it ever since third year, and if given the offer, I'm sure she'd take up on it.

But how about the Weasel, staring at me like that. She nearly gave me a heat attack the moment I noticed that she was the one staring. She didn't blink or look away even once, until ol' pug-face came along.

But now to the matters of this guest we'll all be having over for Halloween. Dumbledore said that this person has been here before, during some students second years. I'm not sure but I think it was during… my second year that we had this guest. And if I remember correctly, this little guest was, without a doubt, female.

I remember every expression of her face. I memorized her perfectly in the few hours she spent here. For someone her age, which was about my own at the time, she was sure beautiful. And me, well, I fell in love with her instantly. I didn't tell anyone because, well, because I'm Draco Malfoy and I'm not supposed to feel love… I can't.

But I couldn't shake the feelings I had. And when I heard her voice I was just hypnotized. She sang a song… I can't really remember what it was about. I wasn't really listening to the words, just her voice. But she sang for us and then told a story that went with it.

But then she was gone, just as quick as she came. I was depressed for a little while, but quickly bounced back when I noticed the Little Weasel. Something about her reminded me about the girl I'd fallen in love with my second year. I don't know how because they looked nothing alike. The girl I was in love with was blonde and the Little Weasel; well it was obvious that she was a red head. And even with blonde hair, she looked nothing like my angel. And I've learned from experience that Little Weasel hates to even think about having blonde hair. But I'm suddenly feeling something come back to me, something I haven't felt for a while now…

I hope she's the one I'm going to be seeing tomorrow night…

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Around eight o' clock, Ginny slowly, and sort of creep-ily, walked down the hall. She looked left and right and every so often she would look behind her to make sure no one was following. She couldn't let anyone see her and if anyone did see her, well then she'd have to get away from them as soon as she could without them following her.

Ginny heard a creek noise not to far away and sharply turned in the direction it came from. Whew! It was only one of the paintings. "Okay Ginny, calm yourself down…" she whispered to herself. She kept walking a bit more and made a few more turns, and suddenly, she was entering the library. At last! She thought to herself.

"Madam Pince, are you here." Ginny said it quietly but loud enough for anyone in the library to hear her. Somewhat difficult but all the time Ginny spent in the library… well she eventually got used to talking loud enough while not getting thrown out.

Ginny walked around over to Madam Pince's front desk and sat there and waited. Any minute now… Three… Two… One... "Ginny!" Ginny turned her head and here came Madam Pince with about four books. Not very big ones either. Thank Merlin, Ginny thought humorously to herself.

"Now Ginny, I think I have just the right books for you." She handed Ginny the books and then went back to doing her work. Ginny sighed and turned around in search of a nice secluded table. When Ginny finally did find a table, she began to get ready and read.

She swiftly tied her hair back into a messy ponytail. She then cracked her knuckles and piled the four books she had up in front of her. She played eenie-meenie-mione-mo with the books and picked the winning book up, and began to read.

About two hours later Ginny's eyes started to droop. She had already read two books and neither of them were interesting enough. She had nodded off maybe two times and then instantly woken up. Now she was practically forcing herself to read this boring old book. Okay, now this was enough.

Ginny, frustrated, threw the book onto the table making a sort of small echo in the library. Great Gin, just great. Now people are gonna know that someone's back here. When Ginny heard that no one was coming she decided to start on the last book. She picked it up and slid her finger across the golden writing as she read it, "Hocus- Pocus: The Story of the Sanderson Sisters."

This book caught her eye and just wouldn't let it go for some reason. It didn't look all that much really. Just a plan brown leather book with golden writing on it, but Ginny decided to read it anyway.

Two more hours later Ginny closed the book and sighed. The book was truly interesting. Then, Ginny felt herself getting tired again and she yawned; "I need my required eight hours of sleep." She laid her head down on the table. Ginny felt sleep almost claim her and then… something just had to mess it up didn't they.

"Well, well, well," came the all too familiar drawl. "If it isn't the Little Weasel." Ginny's head shot up and then nearly knocked all of the books off of the table. "What do you want Malfoy?" she asked while try to get rid of her four books before he could get to any of them. She managed to hurriedly throw them onto a shelf where they couldn't have been read and then turned to him. "Well?" she questioned impatiently tapping her foot.

He smirked at her and then stepped closer. Too close for Ginny's comfort, but she wouldn't back away from Malfoy. Nope, she wouldn't let him see her fear. But while Ginny was telling herself these things, he had managed to get even closer. And worse yet… behind her. He slowly wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and that's when she completely froze up.

"I don't want anything Weasel," he was so close that Ginny could fell his breath on her neck, making the little hairs on it stand on end. "I just wanted to see what you were up to. It's kind of odd, you know. There are only about three other people in the library besides you and me, not including that damned librarian. And you, are all the way back here where no one can see you reading books on ancient myths." His lips brushed up against her ear and Ginny could have sworn that she stopped breathing all together. Breath, Ginny, breath! She coached herself over and over again and then finally got her wind back.

"Really, what do you want? I need to get back to my dormitory and get some sleep. I'm tired." Ginny found herself getting a little annoyed and the whine was evident in her voice. She was about to just make a run for it when he planted a small kiss on the back of her neck. She immediately went rigid and her eyes wide.

What in the name of Winnie Sanderson is he doing? Her mind screamed for her to just get out of their some how, but the message didn't get to her legs or arms. So she just stayed as still as she could, hoping that he would just go away. And then part of her didn't want him to go away at the same time. Her eyes widened again at that thought and her breath caught in her throat again. This was starting to scare her.

"Relax, love… just relax…" he cooed into her ear as his index finger trailed up and down her right arm. She sort of felt a little more comfortable, knowing that he wasn't going to hurt her. Or at least she hoped he wasn't. She felt him press another kiss to her neck. And another, and another, and another… Ginny didn't have a clue as to what to do. And her brain wasn't really working very well at this point. So without seeing anything wrong with it Ginny moved her head to the side, giving him more access.

She felt him smirk against her skin but didn't really care at this point. It just felt so good… and with that thought Ginny let out a little moan.

Her eyes then shot wide open. Holy shit! What in God's creation am I doing? She quickly pulled out of his grasp and grabbed her messenger bag along with the book about the Sanderson Sisters and ran all the way back to Gryffindor Tower. Once she got to the picture of the Fat lady she whispered the password out of breath, "…Marlin's Thumbs…" She ran up to her dorm and hurled her things onto her bed. She then proceeded to run into the bathroom and bend her neck side ways, looking into the mirror.

"Bloody Christ!" she nearly screamed it when she saw the little hickey marks on her neck. She pulled her hair out of her loose ponytail and began to brush it down over the side of her neck, making sure that no one would notice. All while whispering, "Ron's going to murder me if he ever sees these little things… well, if he even knows what they are."

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The next day Ginny pretended to be sick. She had wheezed while breathing and coughed while talking. She couldn't go to classes today. She just couldn't. Draco Malfoy would be in almost all of her advanced classes. She could never face him after the little incident in the library.

"Ginny are you sure that you're not up for classes?" Hermione asked, concern written all over her face. Ginny smiled a weak looking smile at her with clouded eyes, "Hermione… I would but… I'm just not feeling up for… classes today. I promise that I'll… make up all of my… work." "Alright just as long as you drink warm fluids and make up all of you work. I won't tell Madam Pomfrey just yet, but if you don't feel well around tomorrow then I'm going to have to tell her." Hermione said while pulling Ginny's emerald green blanket comforter up to her chin. "Thanks 'Mione…" Ginny managed to say, just as Hermione left the room.

Ginny listened to people bustling around down in the common room and just waited. Once all of the rustling and footsteps were gone, she threw the comforter off of herself. "Time to get ready!" she said as she began to search for something under her bed. After searcher for about five minutes she pulled out a little odd shaped box. It had an angled top and resembled that of a little trunk.

"Okay, I hope this still works. Aaliyah Rah Keshes." As soon as Ginny said the incantation she dropped the little box on the floor. It then began to shake and then started to fold out and upward. It continued to do so until it was the size of a regular trunk. Ginny slowly kneeled down in front of the trunk and then looked at the engraving on it. She ran her fingers along the silver letters doing all of the fancy loops and curves until her fingers had finished. She smiled and then said it aloud, "Annabelle Weasley."

Ginny reached for the lock on the trunk and simply put her index finger on it. It made a strange zap noise and then the lock simply unlocked itself. She took it off gently, as if she were going to brake it if she handled it too roughly, and then opened the trunk with just as much care. She reached hesitantly inside and then squealed like a little girl receiving a doll when she took it out.

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"Hey 'Mione, where's Ginny?" Ron asked Hermione when she sat down next to Harry. He had been a little worried about Ginny since the… hair thing. Just seeing her dressed in all black like that made him feel like he was going to a funeral. She had also been avoiding him and… well mostly all people lately. So he had just knew something was up. Ginny wasn't that weird.

"Well she said she wasn't feeling up for classes so I told her to just stay in her dormitory for today." Hermione said simply. She didn't want to say that Ginny sounded horrible because then Ron would burst in there and bombard her with questions. Then he would barely listen to the answers and carry her off o the infirmary.

Ron still paled anyway, "Is she alright? It's not serious is it?" Harry chuckled as Hermione rolled her eyes, "No Ron, it's not serious. She said that she just wasn't feeling well. I told her that if she still wasn't feeling well tomorrow, then I'd have to make her go to the hospital wing." Ron regained his colored and inside his mind was saying, Whew!

Harry, wanting to change the subject, then asked, "So who do you think this guest we're getting for Halloween is?" It was strange; no one ever came to visit Hogwarts. People were always just there if they needed to be. It was strange really, having visitors come to Hogwarts. They hardly even got new students apart from first years. So why would Dumbledore have someone visit them?

He's said their guest had been there before in some students second years, but Harry couldn't really remember his second year. It was much too hectic to even remember what went on Halloween night that year. Hell, he Ron and Hermione had probably been in the library doing research on The Chamber of Secrets…

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"This is gonna be bloody wicked!" Ginny exclaimed while spinning around in front of her full-length mirror. The mirror smiled at her and then said in a voice with a French accent, "You look marvelous, Virginia darling. You look just like your great grand mother Annabelle; so beautiful." Ginny smiled back at her great grandmother's old mirror. She blew kisses to her reflection and then twirled around twice. She then sighed as she continued to prepare for later that night.

"Time to get down to business!"

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A/N: I know that this chapter isn't as long as some of my other ones and I know that I didn't really get around to Halloween. But I didn't want to make this chapter too long and this authors note might be a bit long. So here goes.

I read that J.K Rowling has already written the last chapter to the seventh Harry Potter book and the seventh book is going to be the last of them all. I know, I know! I thought the same thing. How did she finish the last chapter to the last book if she hadn't even finished the fifth book? Well I read it on this big page with a bunch of interviews and stuff on it (I don't have the link right now but if you give me your e-mail addresses in a review I'd be more the happy to send it to you).

J.K. also said that there are definitely going to be a lot of deaths to come in the story, and I'm sure we already knew that. But still, I would not be able to bear it if Draco died. I swear on Winifred, Sara, and Mary Sanderson that I will cry if he dies. Hell, I'll cry if Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, George, and…Now I'm getting all teary eyed because of thinking about all of them dying.

Oh Lordy, I'd never be able to survive knowing that anyone of them could die. I might even cry if Snape dies! And that's saying a lot.

I was just so stricken when I read that page and it's hard to think of anyone dying in those books. They always end up with everyone okay (apart from Cedric Diggory, I cried when I read that book) and the ending happy. I know I'll get over it, in maybe three years, if Draco dies but I just can't help thinking about this kind of stuff. Okay, I think I'm going to end the authors note here. Bye and please review.