Shutting the door behind her softly Virginia Weasley entered Draco Malfoy's private chambers. For once he was alone in bed, having fallen asleep reading a book. Wearing jeans (wizarding brand no doubt) and a thin, almost translucent, white T-Shirt she suspected he had been in here all day, maybe his one trip to visit her in the library were his only plans. Her step faltered at the sight of him, almost innocent in his sleep, he held that boyish quality that, at times when he needed it, made him so charming. He was beautiful…there was no other word for it, none that she could think of any way.

About to turn around and fail to follow through with her plan, she winced as she crossed her arms, and remembered what practically forced her to call upon the Goddess in the first place. The bruises had settled on a nice dark purple, though the ones on her neck couldn't be see because of her half-assed healing spell, the muscles still hurt if she turned her head to much or to quickly.

Maybe this would break her heart…maybe she would regret it in the morning…but how would she know until tomorrow then, if she never followed through tonight?

Letting the black cloak drop, pooling at her feet, she, stealthily as a cat, climbed on the bed and settled her self right on his groin. Removing the book first she ran her nails slightly down his chest.

That woke him up with a start. She could almost imagine what was going through his mind, 'Am I dreaming?' he would think, she was sure of it. Because in her innocent rush over ther she just 'forgot' to put clothes on.

"Wha-?"

"Shhhhhhh," Ginny soothed and leaned forward kissing him. "trust me." She breathed against his mouth. Her kisses trailed from his lips, down his jaw line and to his neck where she nibbled on a certain spot. One of her hands rubbed the tight fabric against his nipple. This worked on Lucius and she wondered silently if the two were alike in this way. With his deep groan Ginny smiled, finding such twisted thoughts and connections amusing.

"Say you want me." She was looking him in the eyes, willing him to do as she told. He didn't respond, he only looked at her with confusion, lust and…sadness.

Ginny sat up, her voice stronger "Say it." Then ground her hips in small circles, "please." She moaned. Gritting his teeth he flipped her beneath him. She only arched her back and moved against him rhythmically, trying to arouse him in any way possible.

This had to work.

"What are you playing at?" his voice was deeper than usual, and the obvious erection pressing into her didn't make her doubt her talent. But why couldn't he just blindly be led around by his dick like the rest of them?

"I want you…one last time…please?"

Her body stopped moving and ran her hands through his hair. He loved it when she did that. But all he did was close his eyes trying to get at least a bit of control over his body.

When he opened his eyes a few moments later his face was blank. "We can't" he said flatly. "You know we can't….not after…" his words trailed off and he looked pointedly at the bruises on her arm. Each individual finger had left a mark.

She shushed him again and leaned up to kiss, almost frantic in her movements. "It doesn't matter, please, I'm only asking for this once…just this once, and then it is over."

It was like offering a dry alcoholic a stiff drink. Like giving a drug addicted a small bottle of pills. He wondered then if she really knew how tempting she was…how…how powerful in her own right. To him it was almost like she had the power to destroy him or to keep him alive just for a meager night time distraction.

But he couldn't hash this out with her right now, because right now her nimble fingers were undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. What could he do?

And that evening was…something different. She was wilder than she'd ever been, they both were. Nail marks decorated his back, bruises formed on her thighs and hips, but all acts were done with pleasure in mind. And it wasn't just mindless thrusting that most teenage boys only know how to do, but strokes inside of her that was a more passionate union then anything she'd ever felt.

Her hands gripped the headboard at one point wishing that they could be tied there, and then she gripped the sheets and both continued on as if tomorrow was their last day on earth. She screamed his name as well as a few other things but he stayed silent, focused, determined to work another cry out of her, one after another. They hadn't taken it slow as some might have, but what they shared, what they did to each other, for them, was ten times more potent.

He didn't understand why he hadn't just dressed her properly then kicked her out in the first place, before she initiated this…then again; he didn't understand why he did half of what he has done. Nor did he really have time to think about it. At the exact moment he wondered this thought Ginny started riding him, rocking her hips and squeezing her muscles…the thoughts in his head didn't stay for long on one subject, if any subject at all.

The curtains were drawn so there was no way to tell how much time had passed but it felt like forever. The room was overly warm and smelled of sweat and sex. The two lovers lay together in each others arms, still kissing softly from time to time…still caressing their partner in places that could make them gasp even though they were beyond exhausted.

It was when he was fast asleep that she began her spell. Not one of a wand that an uttered word could finish off, but of ancient ceremonial magic.

She could feel her self dropping down into a more receptive state, relaxing every muscle, seeing her body rooted into the ground- connecting to the ebb and flow of the earth's energy- and drawing from it to cast.

"I cast this circle in the name of Katias, Diana, Hasana, Isis, Ominya I call upon Her, the Goddess of 1,000 names. I cast this circle in you name, with your power, with your blessing, with your protection."

Virginia sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes closed, voice soft, and breathing deep. A sleeping Draco lay on his back as the girls hands raised above her head then were slowly brought down. In her mind she could see a circle around them, a circle which formed as her hands were brought down, and sealed with her words, "This circle is cast, so mote it be."

The absolute earth shattering sex she'd had earlier only added to her power. The ends of her fingers, she swore, could almost crackle with energy. She was connected to everything- anything, she could tap into any energy around her and claim it as her own. And that was the whole point.

Her breathing slowed…her eyes were already closed yet she could see everything clearly in her mind and then…everything changed. She couldn't see Draco…but she could see his aura, his essence, his soul. It was a beautiful thing except for some spots which looked rotted, like wounds that were not healed properly and had then festered, pulsing with unshared pain. The one where his heart should be looked almost, some what, healed though. The ugly, sticky feeling she got from it was not as strong as the others, and she could almost see where it had begun to heal over, it shone slightly green.

She swallowed thickly without really realizing she'd done so, her thoughts shied away from the idea that she had been the one to help heal him.

'Do what you are here for. Finish it.' That wasn't here voice…at least she didn't think it was, was it? 'This will be over soon.' She believed the voice.

It was like she could see her own body as it should be placed…but with her eyes closed all she could see was her own soul, moving, in the shape of her body. The translucent color and milky white color reminded her of ghosts. But she saw her hands reach out towards the boy lying before her, even though she knew perfectly well her hands where resting on her knees.

And then she couldn't feel her body any more, she couldn't remember why she was here, who this boy was or why he was laid out before her. Wait. She did know why she was here.

Oh yes, it was clear now, she was here to kill the boy.

Her own ghost hands reached out before her and touched his boy's spirit and it quavered for a second. Very delicate this material was, but strong at the same time. The second time she reached out, more firmly she thought in her mind, "Twist."

And a patch of his soul did.

Have you ever heard a soul scream? Like a banshee it wails, could bring instant death or insanity. But the Lady covered Shadow-Ginny's ears for her. 'Go on.' She nudged, her eyes watching, observing with a stony face. It was never a pretty thing to watch some one die this way. It left no marks on the body, but killing the soul…you could never come back to be reborn, you could never ascend to your higher being, you could never recover fully and will be forever lost in what the Immortals named in fear, Shadow. And the Lady knew this…but not even she would stop it, not for this poor boy.

'Twist'

'Tear'

'Rip'

Agony- beyond anything imaginable, it must be for him, but did the boy feel anything? The shadow-Ginny wondered. Her skillful hands faltered, is she making this nameless child suffer?

"No" the Lady answered, "He will not feel a thing physically, people are so distant from their bodies only maintaining very basic needs- food, clothing, shelter…sex."

'Scratch'

'Rend'

'Shred'

Soon parts of the soul began to fade, becoming dimmer, patches almost winking out. And then she heard it. A name so familiar…yet totally not. Like a pet name from childhood, calling her, being drawn to it.

"Ginny…Ginny, /please/…"

Ginny?

Was this her, or some one else?

She could feel the waves of distressing coming from the boy she did not know. His actual body shifted, turned toward her, but his eyes were still closed. He was whimpering…crying out for her.

For /her/. She knew now. She knew he was calling to her, wanting her.

Draco.

The name hit her like a rock in the back of the head.

Her hand twitched and she came back to her body with a snap. A second of vertigo took her for a few seconds but it passed.

Opening her eyes Ginny tried to recall all that had happened. It came at her in a rush and trying to process everything made her head hurt. Then she looked at Draco.

He was panting, paler than usual and a cold sweat had broken out on his forehead.

"Ginny" he moaned, his hand moved as if reaching for her. His brow creased when his hand did not find a warm body like he wanted.

The thought that came forth first was 'I thought…I thought he wouldn't feel anything." Some one had told her that once…she thought.

Laying down next to him she pulled his body towards her. She would finish the ceremony in a few moments (though she could wait it out, a soul in the condition of which she left his would not last long any way) but now he needed her and should couldn't help but comply.

Ginny scooted close, their bodies touching, and she took his hand kissing it. She kissed his forehead and his lips briefly. It would be over soon. And at the first few moment of her touch he visibly relaxed. Snuggling up to him, holding him she tried not to think of anything…let alone how much she would, no doubt, miss him.

"Ginny," he murmured, "I love you…"

The words washed over her like a cold tidal wave. Needles pierced her skin. Her stomach fell like she was on a muggle rollercoaster ride. And most of all it was like there was a loud buzzing in her ears blocking out everything else.

…what had she done…what in Goddess name had she done…

It was too late, but the tears flowed. The tears she hadn't cried for so many years, for so many mistakes (planned and accidental), for hurting the only person she truly cared about. For everything that she had put him through, and others through. For being a liability more than being part of the team (whether that was referring to Harry, or to Lucius she wasn't sure).

It was to much emotional baggage she couldn't keep with her any more.

"I'm a coward" she whispered, "I'm a bloody coward, but I don't care." The tears made her choke on the words, but she knew what she'd said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" she chanted as she kissed his face frantically.

"Wake up. Wake up. You have to wake up." In every god damn book, in muggle movies even, they always wake up. If he truly loved her he would come out of this and wake up.

Her mind prayed this train of thought reached some one and he would open his eyes, telling her she was silly for being too worried about him…

...Ginny sat back on her heels, rocking gently, her breath short gasps.

…He did not wake…

A/N: I've had this chapter written out for a couple of months actually, I just never got around to proof reading it and finalizing. I wanted to split it up into two chapters; which would require more writing from me, which at the time, I wasn't thrilled with. But when I looked at it today I decided it was fine the way it is. In fact I stayed up till 5 in the morning proof reading it so all of you could read it. I believe this is the end of my story. I like this ending out of anything else I could have written because, in my eyes, the last two lines were probably the most depressing way I could have found to describe what happened in the end to Wretched Little Draco.

Now that this is over, I get to tell you about two new stories that I'll try to write out. A Prequel to this and maybe if I'm lucky, a sequel. Please check back for their up-dates or posted titles/ratings (you can already find these posted on my site though if you want to look- read the authors note). The very next publishing though with be for 'The Abyss', then maybe 'Mirror Mirror'

I would love reviews, please hop out of the wood work and talk to me, lol.

Glowing Embers