[A/N: I own nothing but the plot of this fic. Sorry this one took so long.]

.:VIII:. I Dream of Ginny

"Now you do know what you're risking," he stated. "Don't you Weasley,"

"Well I wouldn't be here if I didn't, now would I?" she retorted.

"Then you know it's going to be hell to pay if you're discovered,"

"Of course I do," she said desperately. "C'mon, I don't like the look of this place,"

He waited as she sighed and followed her in to the shop. He forgot he couldn't feel his fingers until the moment he stepped inside and passed a cabinet that read "Do not open; darkness ahead". He nodded to Weasley to give her the go ahead to ring up the shopkeeper.

The chime shattered the silence and hung in the air. Draco steadied his breathing and started looking around; his father said there had been reason to believe this object had been stolen from its place, and now resided in this shop. Lucius said it was only a matter of time before Borgin put it up for sale. Draco had checked into it and indeed such an object existed he had traced it down to five places, Borgin and Burkes was the first stop.

Draco watched the greasy figure of Borgin appear behind the counter.

"I'm looking for something for friend of mine," he heard her say. Now, he had just enough time to look around. There were vials of threatening looking potions that stocked the upper shelves. There were miniature stone figures of women that looked horrified.

Draco checked on Weasley. She had pulled her hood down; the candlelight flickered across her flaming hair. Borgin drawling on about something with a dazed look while Weasley listening (or looked) attentively. Draco turned back to the shelves. It was supposed to be here, he had seen it here before, but years and years ago.

Draco looked around the cabinet. Weasley was talking to him now. He could faintly make out what she was saying...

"Ah, yes too true Mr. Borgin," she said in a defined tone. "But I'm afraid I must be going,"

Borgin sighed. Weasley gave him her hand to shake but instead he took it as if he was about to kiss it. He was about to when the color drained from is already pale complexion and shouted, "Great Scott!"

"What--?"

Borgin seized her arm across the counter and gave a hollow laugh as he examined her freckled hand.

"Thought you could fool old Borgin, did you?" he sneered as he came around the counter still clutching her arm. He took her by surprise by pulling her towards him, there noses only inches apart. "You know, they've been looking for you Miss Weasley. It was in the paper, or do the dead not prefer the Daily Prophet?" He laughed at his own joke and threw her to the ground.

"Master Lucius has been expecting you, it's best to come quietly," he scorned.

"I won't! I'm of no value to him—"

"Are you? Cruc—"

Draco jumped from behind the cabinet and charged at Borgin, cutting off the spell; Draco hauled him up and directed his wand to Borgin's throat.

There was a stunned silence.

"Goodbye Mr. Borgin," Draco said through clenched teeth. "Your services to the Malfoy family are no longer needed.

Borgin closed his eyes, waiting for the final words of "Avada Kedvra". But instead Draco said: "Alohomora!"

The cabinet behind Borgin burst open as Draco shoved him into the darkness. He struggled to get the doors closed but finally "Locomotor cabinet!"

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. That was close. Very close. He turned to Weasley and smiled.
But she didn't smile back. Quite the contrary; she was livid.

"What the hell did you do?" she snapped as she got up off the floor. "You could have asked him—"

"Shut up, I know where it is," he interrupted. "Now let's get ourselves out of here," He could here faint screaming coming from the cabinet, as if some one was falling.

And with that, he seized her around the middle and Apparated out of there.

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She was still cross with them when they got back to Nigel's March. Weasley stomped up the stairs and slammed a door. She'll cool off, he decided. Better to just leave her alone. All he needed was a strong tea and he'd be all right, except, he couldn't find that old bat of a woman anywhere, and it wasn't like he was going to make his own tea.

He scanned the ground floor for her but alas, she was no where to be seen. Probably folding laundry or something, he mused. The upstairs corridor was bare, maybe she's talking to Weasley. He tried the doorknob to their room, but to no avail.

And that's when heard the muffled cry of "Draco!!"

Without thinking twice, he kicked down the door to find - no one. But the wardrobe door kept shaking. The lock was melted shut. He shook the doors but they wouldn't budge, so he took another approach. Drawing his wand, he tapped the side of the wardrobe and the bolts in the hinges unscrewed themselves and the doors were free.

Behind numerous multicolored robes sat a shaking mass of hair that could only be his red haired companion.

"Ginny..." He put a hand on her arm, risking another row. But to his great surprised she looked up tear stained and all. She took in a breath. "They're here,"

His blood turned to ice and his heart skipped a beat. They had to get out of here.

Before he could register what she was doing she leapt up and threw her arms around his neck.

"Draco, look!" Weasley pulled away and pointed behind him. Everything was on fire; the bed, the rocking chair, everything.

He pulled her up with him and made a go for the door before a flaming tapestry collapsed in front of it. The corridor wasn't any better: the people in the moving pictures were huddled to the side of the frame trying to avoid the fire that would soon consume them.

Draco stepped on the first step on the staircase and without warning it fell through, Weasley had to pull him up to avoid the fire that was taking over the staircase.

"OK, we're going to have to jump," he said, ending it with a cough. The air was getting really thick and hard to see.

"Oh I don't think so," Weasley said simply, wiping away a few stray tears. "does it really look like anybody could make a jump like that,"

"Just come on," he snapped, kicking down the flaming banister with ease. "Lady's first,"

She lowered herself down until she was hanging from the upper floor. Letting go, there was thump.

"You alright?" he shouted over the flames.

"Fine," came the answer.

He proceeded to lower himself down until he was just hanging; it really wasn't that far down.

"Come on," he heard her shout.

He let go and thumped down on the ground, almost losing his balance. She looked very frightened and she had a deep cut oozing blood over her left eyebrow.

"Lets go,"

"But—"

He swung the door open wishing he was facing his father instead of what he saw before.

"You are surrounded," someone called. "Come quietly and your sentence will not be as severe."

Ministry wizards. More than fifty at least. Draco made a move to go back inside, but as the door opened a stunning spell flew at him and he dodged it just in time. Only Weasley didn't. Draco tried to pull her up as she slumped to the floor. He slammed the door closed and Apparated the hell out of there.

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Who told the Ministry where our two heroes were hiding? What is the object Draco is so desperately looking for? Will they find it before Lucius does? Where is the next stop for our young heroes? Will Draco get Ginny to safety?

Tune in next time to the Wrath of Ginevra wherever Internet may be available.

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And here it is, your moment of Zen:

"You want the truth! You can't handle the truth! No truth handler you! Bah! I deride your truth handling abilities!" — Sideshow Bob, The Simpsons