The Blood of A Virgin
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot. Looked over by C. Royce.
Summary: Draco has a hidden childhood obsession. It has taken control of his mind; and has lead him to emphasize a Gryffindor as a victim. But what happens when the victim tries to change him?
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"Other than visions and high advanced unused Legilimency, is there anything else that has happened?"
"Dreams."
"Dreams?" Ginny watched her frown. "Everyone has those."
"Dreams of the future," Ginny explained, a look of annoyance covering her face. "Sometimes I can block them out with a Sleeping Potion, but other times when I wake, I just force myself to forget."
"Forget? Forget!" she said, her voice filled with fury. "How can you forget? Dear girl, this is a gift, how many times do I have to tell you! Isn't there one you haven't forgotten? Anything?" she leaned over eagerly.
"Yes."
"Which one was that?"
"The one where I lose this gift. Although I think that was just an ordinary dream," Ginny retorted, taking a great liking to the anger revolving around the woman's face.
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It was just a kiss...one kiss. She clumsily hovered her lips against his, and he snaked an arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him. Her breath fanned his bare chest as he let go, planting little kisses from her jaw line to her neck. She bit her lip, afraid of what was happening, but he slid his body against hers, and she pressed against him as he gracefully tugged the dress off of her body.
He lay his hands over her shoulders, sending her to close her eyes, his hands wandering all over, sending her into vibrating completion.
"I'll never leave you," he whispered.
She didn't reply, falling into deep darkness. After what seemed to be a long time, she turned to wrap her arms around him, but when she opened her eyes, he was gone. She called his name, but again, no response. Stumbling out of her bed, she heard creaks every so often.
"Who's there?" she asked, looking around frantically. She looked up to see Draco standing alone in the end of the room, his face looking back stonily at her.
"Why are you there?"
He didn't answer. He tugged the sleeve of his shirt up, apparently trying to show her something. But even as she squinted she couldn't see. Drawing herself closer to him, she was just inches away, looking at his shoulder when -
Draco's gray eyes became ones of red slits, looking back at her furiously. She screamed, not knowing what was happening. A whirlpool of wind rushed through her, and she heard two people scream...
Ginny Weasley woke up, breathless, her chest heaving, still screaming.
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Draco Malfoy awakened from his nightmare, his body numb and cold as he screamed. There was something piercing itself into his arm.
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Harry Potter awoke, having never felt so much pain in his scar before besides the times he was in presence of Voldemort. He looked over and saw that his shirt was stained with blood. His breathing growing ragged, he took it off, looking for the injury. What he found was the Dark Mark glowing in his arm.