Pt. 24

"Love you?" I spat as I gained yet another inch on her. "Why would I ever love someone like you? You're a Weasley; to me you are dirt. Pansy, on the other hand, is a goddess. But she ruined it all when she decided to sleep with Flint!"

"I'm so sorry Draco," Pansy screeched gently through the painful sobs. Her blond hair dangled over her cheeks, some strings attached to the moisture of her cheeks. I could see a tiny lump in her stomach, the one that held my child.

"Shut up bitch, did I tell you to talk?" Ginny stiffened her grip around her neck and moved the knife directly between her eyes. Her face flared almost as red as her face when Pansy gave a quick jilt and was released from her hold.

"Hermoine, Pansy, run!" I pushed Hermoine towards the door. As she sprinted out behind Pansy I saw the both of them mouth "I love you" and then they were gone.

Now it's just me and Ginny, one on one. I was at least a yard away from her and she seemed to not even care or notice for that matter. Then she quickly threw the knife towards me, just nicking my arm. I felt a sharp pain go through my body as I saw a dark blood ooze out of me.

Ginny's eyes grew wide as I saw myself grow color. My robes became a very dark green and my body had resumed its fleshy tone. I looked up to see my once vibrant blond hair back to its original state. This really kicks ass.

"No," Ginny shook her head and backed into a cold stone wall. "The spell, it wasn't supposed to do this, just to make you visible, not solid."

I grinned knowing what I had to do and how it had to be done. Weasley had to die.