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Chapter 5: The Yule Ball
Flashback
"Molly!" Narcissa's arms stretched out to embrace Molly Weasley. "I'm so sorry! He won't let me near you."
"Shhh. I know, sweetie." Molly patted her old best friend on the back. "What do you need? I know what you've come for, Narcissa. You name it. I owe it to you."
"Let me see your baby, Molly."
"My baby?"
"Yes. Please, Molly!" Harder sobs began to tear through the air as Narcissa shook with grief.
"Narcissa. Oh, hunny. I can't promise you anything that has to do with my daughter."
"I have a plan, Molly! I'm tired of the hate. I'm so tired of it all! You know as well as I do that we could stop it all. I saw the prediction just as you did!"
Silence ebbed the seconds away.
"Narcissa! This is crazy talk. There is never going to be a child named Harry Potter because you and I both know no baby could defeat Voldemort."
SLAP!
Molly's cheek was red and the delicate curve of Narcissa's fingers was left in a bruising manner.
"I'm sorry Molly! Just you can't say that. You don't know what it is like living with him. I can't sleep at night. I'm worried for Draco. If you won't take him for me then I want an alliance! Harry Potter will exist and when he dies, there will be another child."
"No Narcissa! I won't do it! You can't bring her into this!"
Molly clung to Narcissa and her tears soaked the precious fabric of the Malfoy robes. "I don't want her to live this kind of life! I want her to marry whom she wants and to have babies and to be happy. So happy."
Naricissa sighed heavy and her chest rose in satisfaction. She knew she had won.
"Harry Potter will exist, Molly. I know Draco won't grow to be unkind and evil like his father. Please! The baby has to be born with both blood for it to work."
"You are asking too much!"
"Do you want there to always be war in the wizarding world? I have to sacrifice too, Molly! The child has to be born. He will lead. He will defeat."
"There is too much to risk, Narcissa. If this Harry Potter child is born and does die, what makes you think Ginevra and Draco's child will be able to stay alive? What if the child is cruel and decides to side with the dark side? All we would have achieved is an alliance between our families, but nothing else will be solved. In fact, it will make the situation much worse."
"I know you saw what I saw, Molly. The child can rule over Voldemort. You act is if you are forgetting the power the mixture of blood can make. The child, girl or boy, will be infamous. I don't care what we have to do to make this child. I have done the research and I know that if the child is raised well, the dark side will eventually be defeated. Isn't that what you want for your children's children and their children's children? We may have to suffer, but at least we know that we are doing the right thing"
"Yes! I know what you are saying Narcissa, but this power could be a dangerous thing. You don't know that Ginevra and Draco will raise it well. The child could be a monster; stronger than the rest of us."
"The child is our only chance! Please. You and I are the only ones who know of this power. Lucius is clueless. I know, Molly, that that prediction was given to us for a reason. This child is supposed to be born and I'm going to make sure it happens."
"No!"
"Molly Weasley, you owe me."
"Don't do this, Narcissa!"
"When Ginevra turns twenty-one, she is to be married to my son, Draco Malfoy. This is a wizard's debt, and if you refuse you know the penalty."
Molly fell to her knees and covered her face with soft hands. Her young body couldn't take it any longer. She let herself go. Her back shook fiercely. Narcissa disappeared, wrapping her cloak around her tightly.
All she could do now was hope her decision was for the best and ignore the pain she felt. She knew she had just lost her last thread of sanity. Her best friend now hated her, and there seemed nothing left to live for. She needed to make sure Lucius could not raise Draco to be dark and evil. She had to protect him. If he were to become a Death Eater, the entire plan would be ruined. It all depended on how Draco and Ginevra would raise their child, and if Draco were to be a Death Eater, surely their child would be as well. Sure, it was a big risk, but something had to be done!
There is nothing left to live for... Or perhaps there was still Draco. Yes, Draco and his upbringing, the need for Ginevra and Draco to fall in love and have this child. Narcissa's sole reason for waking every morning was to make sure Draco would never be like Lucius.
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Something about the way Narcissa looked at Ginny made her feel as if she was being lied to, but the look on Narcissa's face when she told her the truth kept her from questioning her.
"I'm lost. I don't know what you are talking about. Why would you think that I'm pregnant? I never said I was. Harry and I were trying, but I just couldn't seem to get pregnant. It is like something is keeping me from having a child. Perhaps it just wasn't the right time?" Ginny's nose turned red and her eyes watery. "I didn't have the heart to tell him before he... before he left me."
"Oh dear. Don't tell Draco." Narcissa's old wrinkled face was pale and she shook slightly.
"I still don't understand. There is no more reason for an alliance. Why do we have to go through with this?"
"Wizards debts can't just disappear, child. Haven't you ever noticed how 'unlucky' you have been since your twenty-first birthday? Besides, Draco wants the child you are supposed to be having."
The look on Ginny's face showed that she didn't understand.
"Goodness! Think child. Your brother, Charlie, dying. Your father being accused of stealing. The failure of Fred and George's trick shop... You haven't been well off at all. You cannot possibly tell me that you didn't realize that this all has happened within the year?"
"Well, no. I mean sure. I mean... this is why we have been having so much pain? I can't believe this! I can't believe she didn't say something! All of that was my fault. This is your fault too! You made her promise that to you so you wouldn't be lonely?"
"Well, not exactly. It is more complicated than that. There were other things involved in this promise, things that don't matter anymore. Things did not turn out as I would have liked."
"Tell me! Gods! You are so pathetic. Did it ever occur to you that you would be ruining my life?"
"Dear, the past needs to remain behind us. Now, lets make you attractive for my son. Come on... back onto the podium so I can find something attractive for you to sleep in."
"No! I'M LEAVING! I don't care what happens to me! I hate you! I hate all of the Malfoys!" Ginny shrank to the floor and curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth while crying. 'Revenge... revenge... sweet revenge...'
"Listen, Ginevra... things do not have to be so bad. Draco really is a good man; he is just mixed in with his father's wishes. Please! I loved your mother and I know she wouldn't like to see this. You need to at least try. I don't think I could handle Draco killing you as well. Maybe you could actually fall in love wi-"
"Fine. I will try." Her eyes were cold and distant. Yes, revenge was worth living for.
Ginny reluctantly made her way back to the podium where she stood silently, lost in her thoughts.
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Flashback
"Why don't you get me some punch, Draco?"
"Finally tired of dancing with Harry fucking Potter?"
"Draco! Are you getting jealous?" Annabelle's forehead was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Her feet were sore, so she sat down next to Draco and smiled. "Just go get me the punch."
"Ever heard of please?" Ginny Weasley stood in front of the "Annabelle" the entire school was talking about that night with a plastic cup filled with pink punch. She handed it to her.
"Please is overrated."
"No. Please is courteous and shows respect. Obviously these are traits you lack, but I don't find this surprising considering you are here with Malfoy."
Draco smirked. The little Weaslette had a reputation for sticking up for herself now. She had grown out of her "shy" phase quite a while ago. She looked just as fiery as her temper. Her hair fell to her lower back in soft gentle curls at the bottom. She was wearing a black dress for the dance that framed her figure perfectly. The only problem was that she was untouchable. With her new temper came an attitude that she expressed freely that stated clearly, "I'm not interested."
"I came here to claim my date. You know, green eyes, dark hair? Harry Potter? What did you do with him?"
"Oh. He told me he was running away from a girl. He left. Maybe you now her? Tall, brown eyes, red hair. She's wearing a black dress tonight. Oh, wait. I think that's you."
Ginny smiled sweetly and knelt down until her lips were touching the girl's ear. Her finger gently circled around the bottom of the cup.
Ginny whispered slowly, "You better be careful whom you mess with," and with a swift motion she tipped the cup. Punch spilled on Annabelle's dress and she let out a loud scream.
"Draco! Will you do something?"
Ginny smirked, "Not until you say please."
Draco grabbed Annabelle's hand and walked her outside.
"Can you believe her? That stupid bloody wench!"
"Calm down. Maybe if you weren't trying to steal her date she wouldn't have been so angry with you."
"Oh! You take her side! I can't believe this!"
"No, but it would have been nice if you spent this night with me. Don't start crying. I'm not upset. You know you'll always be my angel." Draco took her into his arms and began rubbing circles on her back.
"Draco?"
"Yes, angel."
"That man looks an awful lot like you. Why is he staring at us like that?"
Annabelle's finger was pointing to Lucius Malfoy, who was currently walking toward them in an urgent fashion.
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