Hee Hee. Here ya go. And please don't kill me. ::hides under plot koalas:: Dang it! That's not going to work. Please don't hate me because of this. Oh my gosh, you all are probably going to hate it. But you have to understand, I couldn't let it be so damn predictable!!!

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Chapter 11

Lucius Malfoy stood at the mantle, watching the scene that played out in front of him. He had charmed a mirror in his library to follow his son at all times. Well, to follow the boy that his ignorant wife had passed off as his son for so many years. It infuriated him to think of the betrayal. And with that sad excuse for a man? What did he have? Nothing that Lucius hadn't. And his son and just done some ballet mood and confessed his love for the Weasley girl. This week could not get any worse! He threw his glass of expensive wizarding wine against the wall. As soon as he turned, a house elf rushed in to clean it up and replace it with another. Lucius continued to watch as his son led the girl out of his room after the Parkinson girl saw them kiss. Maybe that could prove to be good. The Parkinsons never liked to be embarrassed and scorned like she had just been. She's murder the Weasel. Lucius gave a small smile at the thought of it.

"Wiffles," he sternly addressed the house elf that was now cowering in the corner. "Go inform Narcissa that our meeting will take place in fifteen minutes." The house elf wobbled out of the room. Lucius retrieved some parchment from his desk and wrote a letter to Severus, informing him of the situation and asking him to come immediately.

Fifteen minutes later, Severus and Narcissa were seated in front of Lucius' desk.

"Lucius, I don't see why this is necessary," Narcissa said from her seat.

"Of course it's necessary, Wench!" Lucius roared. "You needn't speak, by the way. Your voice makes me ill." He sat down behind his desk, looking evil.

"Severus? What do you have to say about the situation." Lucius took a grape from the fruit basket on his desk and popped it in his mouth.

"He knew all along, Lucius! He knew it all!" Narcissa yelled, causing Lucius to choke on his grape. He coughed and gagged for a few minutes before finally dislodging it from his throat, Narcissa and Snape still looking at him regally from their seats.

"Thanks for the help," he growled. "Severus, is this true? Did you know that I was not Draco's father?"

"I'm sorry, Lucius. I must say that I did." Snape kept a straight face, showing no emotion whatsoever. Lucius' eyes flashed with anger at the realization of a close cohorts betrayal.

"I can't believe this!" he raged. "You knew all along! You knew that my only son was not my son! I can't have anymore children, Severus! You knew this when I made sure that I couldn't?! There will be no Malfoy heir! My family is going to die out now! And the only child I have is going to marry a Weasley! And assist in the downfall of my Lord and it's all your fault!" Lucius had risen through his rant and walked around the desk. "SEVERUS!" he yelled as he slammed his hands down on the arm of the chair. "Why didn't you tell me!? Why have you let me make this family name a complete joke?!"

Severus Snape smiled as sweetly as the greasy haired professor could before leaning forward and kissing the angry deatheater on the tip of his nose. "Because, Lucius, I promised Narcissa that I wouldn't," he replied with the Slytherin Drawl.

Lucius backed up, looking strangely at his acquaintance before he began to turn red. "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" he screamed. Snape smirked, saying, "Red isn't a good color for a Malfoy, Lucius. Good thing your son isn't a Malfoy." As soon as that was said, he apparated back to Hogsmeade, thinking that the floo network would take too long and Lucius could have his hands on him before he made it to the fireplace.

Back at Hogwarts, Draco and Ginny were walking through the halls, hand in hand, waiting for any attack on them. "Ginny!" Jennifer called behind her. She and Lilac were running to catch up with her. Draco allowed her to stop to wait for them. "Oh. Hello, um, Malfoy..." Jennifer said as they stopped.

"Ginny, why...?" Lilac looked up at the blond Slytherin as she worked on the right words to politely ask her friend what the hell was going on. "We, um, missed you this morning. When did you finally leave the bathroom?"

"As soon as Hermione went to bed. Listen, I'll tell you all everything, but there's going to be a big commotion here in a minute, and I just want you all not to be mad about not being the first to know everything." Ginny looked at them with her resolve face and the girls nodded. "Ginny, we feel like we haven't talked to you in forever, but it's just been since yesterday," Lilac stated. "Well, Jennifer is leaving after breakfast. Will you at least eat with us."

"Of course Ginny is eating with you all," Draco said, looking down at the girl with his own resolve face. She was giving him a stern look. "Murder plans, Pansy, Evil Slytherins? Ring a bell? It's not safe. You'll eat at the Gryffindor table. You two take care of her. Try to keep her out of sight of her git of a brother, the boy who lived, and the know it all. Not safe for her with them, either. Stop looking at me like that, Ginny. I'll talk to you later. Have a sweet day." Draco checked to make sure no one but them were in the hallway before leaning down to give her an innocent kiss. Then he turned and walked away, leaving Ginny with two gaping ditzs.

They started squealing the second he rounded the corner. "Ginevra Molly Weasley!" Lilac cried.

"What was that?!" Jennifer screeched.

"Sh! Would you two calm down? Now, come on, I want to eat and get to class before Ron and Harry see me." Ginny grabbed the two girls' wrists and dragged them into the Great Hall.
Jennifer and Lilac had a seat with their backs to the Slytherin table, across from Colin, and Ginny had a seat next to Colin.

"Nice hair, Col." Ginny giggled a bit. His hair was now shaggy and a Californicated blond.

"Ginny, don't start. I can't believe that those girls put a spell on all of us blokes to make sure we wore our new look for a month! A month looking like a preppy surfer boy! Can you believe it?" Colin shook his head.

"I really do like it, though. It's very cute," Lilac said. "Now, Ginny, why did Malfoy kiss you in the hall?"

Colin, who had just taken a sip of his pumpkin juice, proceeded to choke on it. "Ginny! Again?!" "I don't even know where to start!" Ginny said as she started hitting her head on the table.

As she was doing this, Pansy Parkinson stood outside the Great Hall, a transfigured and charmed microphone in her hands. She grinned evilly as she threw open the doors with an exclamation of, "OK, Everyone! Listen up! I have some major announcements to make and it would be within everyone's best interest to listen to them!"

Ginny looked up. "Uh-oh," was all she could say. She gained eye contact with her grey eyed Slytherin and gave him a worried look. He mouthed, "It's okay," back to her, knowing it was all just a matter of time, and it was best this way. Ginny, on the other hand, was panicking. She was now shaking and was having trouble breathing.

As Colin asked what was wrong, Harry, Hermione, and Ron came in, bags under their eyes and hair ruffled. Ron's face was an odd shade of red, very close to the color of his hair.
"Ah, Potter, Granger, and Weasley!" Pansy shrieked in her high pitched voice. "I am so glad you could join me for my announcement! You'll love this! Have a seat!" Hermione grimaced at the shriek, but led Ron and Harry to the nearest seats. After they had gotten comfortable, Pansy looked around. "Ok, let me say before I start that you will all be very shocked at this exclusive gossip, and it may sound ridiculous, but all of it is true! First, Ginny Weasley spent last night in Draco Malfoy's room. In fact, she spent all day yesterday in his room, too! And caused him a concussion. Probably threw a vase at him or something. I swear, the girl has an awful temper!"
Statements of shock and disbelief rushed through the room. Ron, looking at Ginny, hissed, "I can't believe this!" Hermione patted his hand, and Harry just sat there dumbfounded.

"Is that where you were, Gin? Did you sneak out to go screw Malfoy?" Jennifer asked, shocked.

"She's making it sound all wrong, Lilac! Draco wasn't in his room, he was in the hospital wing!"

"Continuing," Pansy said, "is something that you should all know, and this is way bigger news! Draco Malfoy is not a Malfoy!" she cried out.

The room exploded with squeals and exclamations this time. "If he's not a Malfoy, then what is he?" someone from the Slytherin table yelled out. Draco's usually pale complexion turned to complete white. She wouldn't. She couldn't. She's not that horrible. Is she? Draco began to feel sick at his stomach as she looked him directly in the eye. Smirking to herself, she crossed her arms, holding the microphone up and to the side.

"He's a Lockhart," she said, just as Snape walked in the door. Suddenly, you could've heard a pin drop, if anyone were able to move enough to drop one.

"Oh, dear Merlin, no," Snape said to himself. "All hell has broken loose."

A/N: Remember, don't murder the author. Please?? And I don't know if I want you all to review. I'm kind of scared of what will be said. ::cowers in a corner::