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Summery: Malfoy has a conversation with Ginny Weasley and he swears that he will kill anyone who hurts his Weasel!
Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Eight
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
Why was it so cold - And the silence, it seemed to go on forever. Malfoy stood in the Great Hall. Destruction filled the space around him. A few students had been in there eating, but not many. Malfoy knew that it had not been within his fathers intentions to kill anyone, student or teacher. After all, it would ruin Voldemort's great plans for the old school. No, Lucius Malfoy had only come to Hogwarts for one thing and that had been Ron Weasley, but had he succeeded?
Malfoy scanned the Hall quickly, looking for any signs of the red headed Gryffindor. Seconds later, he caught a glimpse of red, but his hopes were shattered when he realised that the bright red hair definitely belonged to a Weasley, but not the one he was looking for. The blonde Slytherin frowned and pulled his robes across his chest tightly, standing tall as he stepped over broken plates and bits of food.
There were only two Weasleys left at Hogwarts and as it couldn't be Ron - it had to be the youngest and only girl in their poor family, Ginny Weasley. In truth, Draco was surprised to see that she was alive given the fact that Lucius hated the whole family. In his haste to capture Ron, his father must have missed the girl.
Malfoy stood in front of Ron's sister without saying anything. He knew that she was alive because he could hear her crying, however, he could not see her face as it was covered by her long, very red hair. As if sensing that she was no longer sitting by herself, Ginny moved her head to look at him. Fear filled her pretty features and her brown eyes grew wide. Clearly surprised and quite understandably terrified, she backed into the wall, trying to get away from him.
"I haven't got time for this, Weasley," Malfoy spoke clearly, not moving from his spot in front of her. He knew the young Gryffindor had seen her brother being taken. He needed to know if his father had been in the school, he needed to find Ron before it was too late.
"Get away from me, Malfoy," Ginny whispered through her tears. "Leave me alone."
Malfoy sighed. "Did you see what happened or what?"
"I'm not t - telling you anything," She spat, missing the worried tone in the Slytherin's voice.
Malfoy's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Fucking hell, Weasley! Did they take Ron? I need to know."
"Y - yes!" Ginny spoke up. "They took him. Are you happy now?"
"Shit!" Malfoy spat angrily.
He looked around the room, as if expecting to see any sort of clue that would indicate exactly where his father had taken Ron. Malfoy took one last look at the girl who was still sobbing in front of him and then turned on his heal, meaning to find Ron before it became too late. Just as he was about to leave, a group of teachers came in through the entrance, led by none other than Professor Dumbledore. Malfoy pulled his rich, black robes around him and stepped into a dark corner, which was located in the Entrance Hall, so that he would not be seen.
"We have managed to lour them away for now," Dumbledore said. Malfoy noticed that he looked quite tired, which was unlike the wise wizard. The Death Eaters must be getting stronger.
"Should we tell Mr. Potter that one of his friends has been taking?" Draco heard McGonagall ask.
Malfoy didn't hear any more of the conversation as they passed him and went to check on the damages. He let his glaring eyes follow Professor Dumbledore and then turned to leave through the main entrance, however, someone else was blocking his path.
"Damn Granger. Can't you see I'm trying to leave without being noticed," Malfoy said angrily, seeming quite annoyed with yet another delay. "So if you don't mind -"
"I heard what McGonagall said." She said, looking quite pale.
"Good for you, now -"
Hermione took a deep breath. "If this has anything to do with you, Malfoy. I swear I -I'll make you pay."
Malfoy couldn't believe what he was hearing. The little Mudblood was actually threatening him.
"You think that I'm the one who had Weasley kidnapped?" Malfoy said, sounding as though he hadn't expected anything less from the bushy haired, know-it-all.
"Well, yes -"
"You're a smart witch, Granger," Malfoy spoke up. "I won't lie to you. My father has taken Ron and if you'd use your brains, you'd understand why."
Hermione was silent for a while until she seemed to understand.
"He knows, doesn't he?"
Malfoy didn't answer.
"But - how?"
The blonde Slytherin shook his head, knowing that Hermione wouldn't want to know the truth. As much as he wanted revenge for what Harry Potter had done to his Weasel, he knew there were more important issues to deal with first. Malfoy placed his black hood on his head, hiding his face from view. He checked that he had his wand before walking passed Hermione at last.
"Malfoy?"
Malfoy stopped, moving his head to the side slightly.
"You will save him, won't you?" Hermione's voice cracked.
A few seconds later, Malfoy answered in a determined voice. "Even if it means killing my own father."
"You love him, don't you?"
Malfoy turned to face Hermione, removing his hood slowly.
"My father?" he asked, even though he knew that's not what she had meant.
As he'd expected, Hermione shook her head. "Ron."
Malfoy just starred at her for a moment. After a few minutes, his face took on its normal angered look. He threw his hood back over his head, not wanting the little Mudblood to know that her words had affected him.
"I'm sure Snitch boy is waiting for you upstairs," He whispered, before moving away from her. "Why don't you go check that the Boy-Who-Lived hasn't become the Boy-Who-Finally-Got-The-Hint-And-Dropped-Dead, while you were gone. But try not to be too grateful if he's still alive. He won't be breathing much longer."
And with that he left, his black figure disappearing into the darkness.
*SLK*
It's now - um, nearly 3:30am! Wow, time flies when your writing fan fiction. I was having a lot of difficulty with this chapter and as I seem to have some of my better ideas at night - plus I couldn't sleep, what with my sister snoring so loudly, (I'm sure she's about to wake the dead) I decided to get it over and done with. Please, please keep reviewing. You have no idea how much it helps a writers imagination to get positive feedback so thank you. I'll try to update again this week, but I have updated twice already over the weekend. Remember review!
Summery: Malfoy has a conversation with Ginny Weasley and he swears that he will kill anyone who hurts his Weasel!
Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Eight
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
Why was it so cold - And the silence, it seemed to go on forever. Malfoy stood in the Great Hall. Destruction filled the space around him. A few students had been in there eating, but not many. Malfoy knew that it had not been within his fathers intentions to kill anyone, student or teacher. After all, it would ruin Voldemort's great plans for the old school. No, Lucius Malfoy had only come to Hogwarts for one thing and that had been Ron Weasley, but had he succeeded?
Malfoy scanned the Hall quickly, looking for any signs of the red headed Gryffindor. Seconds later, he caught a glimpse of red, but his hopes were shattered when he realised that the bright red hair definitely belonged to a Weasley, but not the one he was looking for. The blonde Slytherin frowned and pulled his robes across his chest tightly, standing tall as he stepped over broken plates and bits of food.
There were only two Weasleys left at Hogwarts and as it couldn't be Ron - it had to be the youngest and only girl in their poor family, Ginny Weasley. In truth, Draco was surprised to see that she was alive given the fact that Lucius hated the whole family. In his haste to capture Ron, his father must have missed the girl.
Malfoy stood in front of Ron's sister without saying anything. He knew that she was alive because he could hear her crying, however, he could not see her face as it was covered by her long, very red hair. As if sensing that she was no longer sitting by herself, Ginny moved her head to look at him. Fear filled her pretty features and her brown eyes grew wide. Clearly surprised and quite understandably terrified, she backed into the wall, trying to get away from him.
"I haven't got time for this, Weasley," Malfoy spoke clearly, not moving from his spot in front of her. He knew the young Gryffindor had seen her brother being taken. He needed to know if his father had been in the school, he needed to find Ron before it was too late.
"Get away from me, Malfoy," Ginny whispered through her tears. "Leave me alone."
Malfoy sighed. "Did you see what happened or what?"
"I'm not t - telling you anything," She spat, missing the worried tone in the Slytherin's voice.
Malfoy's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Fucking hell, Weasley! Did they take Ron? I need to know."
"Y - yes!" Ginny spoke up. "They took him. Are you happy now?"
"Shit!" Malfoy spat angrily.
He looked around the room, as if expecting to see any sort of clue that would indicate exactly where his father had taken Ron. Malfoy took one last look at the girl who was still sobbing in front of him and then turned on his heal, meaning to find Ron before it became too late. Just as he was about to leave, a group of teachers came in through the entrance, led by none other than Professor Dumbledore. Malfoy pulled his rich, black robes around him and stepped into a dark corner, which was located in the Entrance Hall, so that he would not be seen.
"We have managed to lour them away for now," Dumbledore said. Malfoy noticed that he looked quite tired, which was unlike the wise wizard. The Death Eaters must be getting stronger.
"Should we tell Mr. Potter that one of his friends has been taking?" Draco heard McGonagall ask.
Malfoy didn't hear any more of the conversation as they passed him and went to check on the damages. He let his glaring eyes follow Professor Dumbledore and then turned to leave through the main entrance, however, someone else was blocking his path.
"Damn Granger. Can't you see I'm trying to leave without being noticed," Malfoy said angrily, seeming quite annoyed with yet another delay. "So if you don't mind -"
"I heard what McGonagall said." She said, looking quite pale.
"Good for you, now -"
Hermione took a deep breath. "If this has anything to do with you, Malfoy. I swear I -I'll make you pay."
Malfoy couldn't believe what he was hearing. The little Mudblood was actually threatening him.
"You think that I'm the one who had Weasley kidnapped?" Malfoy said, sounding as though he hadn't expected anything less from the bushy haired, know-it-all.
"Well, yes -"
"You're a smart witch, Granger," Malfoy spoke up. "I won't lie to you. My father has taken Ron and if you'd use your brains, you'd understand why."
Hermione was silent for a while until she seemed to understand.
"He knows, doesn't he?"
Malfoy didn't answer.
"But - how?"
The blonde Slytherin shook his head, knowing that Hermione wouldn't want to know the truth. As much as he wanted revenge for what Harry Potter had done to his Weasel, he knew there were more important issues to deal with first. Malfoy placed his black hood on his head, hiding his face from view. He checked that he had his wand before walking passed Hermione at last.
"Malfoy?"
Malfoy stopped, moving his head to the side slightly.
"You will save him, won't you?" Hermione's voice cracked.
A few seconds later, Malfoy answered in a determined voice. "Even if it means killing my own father."
"You love him, don't you?"
Malfoy turned to face Hermione, removing his hood slowly.
"My father?" he asked, even though he knew that's not what she had meant.
As he'd expected, Hermione shook her head. "Ron."
Malfoy just starred at her for a moment. After a few minutes, his face took on its normal angered look. He threw his hood back over his head, not wanting the little Mudblood to know that her words had affected him.
"I'm sure Snitch boy is waiting for you upstairs," He whispered, before moving away from her. "Why don't you go check that the Boy-Who-Lived hasn't become the Boy-Who-Finally-Got-The-Hint-And-Dropped-Dead, while you were gone. But try not to be too grateful if he's still alive. He won't be breathing much longer."
And with that he left, his black figure disappearing into the darkness.
*SLK*
It's now - um, nearly 3:30am! Wow, time flies when your writing fan fiction. I was having a lot of difficulty with this chapter and as I seem to have some of my better ideas at night - plus I couldn't sleep, what with my sister snoring so loudly, (I'm sure she's about to wake the dead) I decided to get it over and done with. Please, please keep reviewing. You have no idea how much it helps a writers imagination to get positive feedback so thank you. I'll try to update again this week, but I have updated twice already over the weekend. Remember review!