A/N: I own nothing, only the plot of this fiction. Wow, zero reviews, don't I feel special.

.:XIV:. The Clouds Burst

Draco honestly couldn't believe what he was seeing, as well as what he was hearing, at that moment in the Malfoy dungeons. In the Wizarding world, there were often not many things that were unbelievable, but this right here was one of the very few.

The blond boy was standing where he was just the other night, except Potter was the one in pain and it really looked like Ginny was not going to come and save him now, as he watched her projected self try to find a way out of the ballroom, banging on doors and windows. But this was not what made it so unbelievable. It wasn't the fact that his father has been watching his every move since the train exploded. It wasn't even the fact that Potter was not visibly harmed; it was what Ginny had said. The phrase repeated over and over in his head I am in love with Draco Malfoy. And with such defiance too.

"So, you like my new toy, do you Draco?" Lucius purred like an amused cat, snapping Draco out of his trance. The plan had officially failed. Lucius still had access to the weapon if Ginny did not find a way out of there soon. He watched her try to Disapparate unsuccessfully; achieving only what looked like immense pain.

"Fool," Lucius observed, he was clearly enjoying this. "Just wasting her energy, even with the weapon…"

Draco understood, but wasn't about to let Lucius know that. There was still a chance of surviving this. If only he could…

"What weapon? What is he talking about, Malfoy?" Potter decided to put in. Draco was happy to see him squirm over Ginny's earlier statement. "What did you do to her?"

"Bully if I know," Draco said flatly, feigning ignorance. "I didn't do a damn thing, Potter," That really was lie, though.

All three of them looked at the projection of Ginny Weasley biting her lip, Draco could almost see the wheels turning in that pretty redhead of hers and was glad she did not break down under the stress. They were all looking. Draco directed his attention to the mantle above the roaring fire in Lucius Malfoy's office. The room where Ginny had saved his ass the previous night was just the anti-chamber, he realized. He should have remembered the room after his childhood, but when he was with Ginny, he just lost his grip on all his troubles. No, let's not get into that, he thought.

Now, above the mantle was a certain object he needed to take hold of. Draco edged his way closer to the fire. Lucius was still watching with mild amusement, and started to talk to Potter quietly but Draco wasn't paying attention. With all the guile he could muster, with one swipe of his arm, the wand on the mantle was switched with his own. Draco tucked the wand up his sleeve, almost smirking at his craftiness. But he now heard Potter and Lucius hushed conversation.

"…and I'll bet you have wanted to do this for a while now?"

"Well, yes," Potter said, adjusting his glasses. "I do hate him, but I don't reckon Ginny would be happy about me killing someone she loves. I know I'm not too fond of it."

Draco could not believe what he was hearing. Potter had a chance to kill him, Draco, and save Ginny and he wouldn't do it. What angered Draco was that, he would probably kill Potter in a heartbeat if it wasn't for Ginny. He supposed they were not that different after all.

"I didn't say you have a choice, now did I Potter?" Lucius said smoothly. Oh, how Draco loathed that tone. "All you have to—"

"She's gone!" Potter cut him short and all eyes were redirected to the projection. It was true! Ginny had found a way out. But where was she now? Draco wondered as the projection flashed views from allover the Manor. Nowhere in sight, and Lucius had told them it picked up Invisibility Cloaks and Disillusment Charms. But Lucius smirked. He knew something.

"She's on her way,"

No! Draco's mind was reeling. No! Not after how far they have come. He would not be the cause of her death. He wouldn't. The three men filed into the anti-chamber, Lucius at the rear, warding off any chance of escape. This was really it. It was suddenly very cold, like the atmosphere of the dungeons had finally hit him. He looked over his shoulder, the fire had gone out.

"Where did you find that ring, Potter?" Lucius asked evenly. But Draco barely heard him. Ginny was going to die and it was his fault. There was nothing he could do to save her now. To be so powerless was what Draco hated the most. But not only that but losing the only person who actually said they loved him and meant it, just really tore him up.

"…I found it at my god-father's house," Potter was saying. That explained a lot. But before Potter could continue, Lucius cut him off.

"You could have been great, Draco," Lucius was saying. "But you threw it all away to save that world agia—"

"Stupefy!" Draco had never heard such a beautiful word in his life. He whipped around to find a very wind chimney-swept Ginny Weasley at the door way.

"Where did you come from?" Draco inquired.

"Oh, I just took the chimney," she said with a smile and looked over his shoulder at her handi-work. "Oh, hi Harry,"

Potter stared at the redhead before him and wordlessly nodded.

"We have to get out of here," Draco said, still abashed at Ginny's entrance.

"I haven't really thought that far ahead," she shrugged. "Harry, are you alright?"

Potter did look a little pale. He was looking at Ginny.

She was glowing.

And the fireplace she came down was glowing as well. Draco had to act fast if he was going to save all their asses. And it didn't help that his father decided to wake up at that particular time either.

Ginny started to slump and she did look a little pale as well, despite the glowing.

"It knows it's about to be destroyed," Lucius said, coming back to consciousness. It looked like he had a fairly impressive, bloody gash on the side of his blond head.

"Nice one," Draco commented.

"Thanks," Ginny managed.

Sure was worse than she was five seconds ago. Her cheeks became sunken in and her eyes hollow. Whatever it was, it was literally sucking the life out of her.

Draco was at her side when the room started to shake and the candles were flickering. The redhead was leaning on his shoulder and they both sunk to the ground.

"Let me see, I can help," he heard Potter say, but Draco was in another world now. He needed to save her, she needed help. He couldn't lose the one person he had ever loved. He held her bony hand in his while Potter was shouting something.

It was then he understood.

The ring! All this time and she's had it all along.

He was seconds away from pulling it off.

"If you do that Draco, it will kill her." It was his father.

"What do you know?"

"I know enough,"

The wand. He had to use the wand and stop whatever it was doing to her.

"We failed, Draco," she said. "I can't destroy it."

"No no no, I know what to do." Draco pulled out his wand, the sacred wand he stole from the mantle. "Avada –"

"What are you doing?" Potter tried to pull him away from her.

"This is the only way, it has to be destroyed with what it was created from, not where, I read it wrong," Draco almost laughed. Of all the stupid mistakes he made, he had to make that one too.

Ginny was still slipping; it was only a matter of time…

"It's at full capacity now," Lucius said. "All that power, you could raid Hogwarts with that."

Draco realized it used magical energy as fuel in order to control masses of people. This is how Voldemort had done it. If this was happening a few months ago, he might have considered ruling the world, but now…

There was no time to lose, only with this wand in his hand could he destroy the weapon and save Ginny. Then again, with all that power it could rebound upon him and kill him instead, but he had already made up his mind. He lowered his wand to the crystalimbedded inthe ring and what she said still echoed through is mind.

I am in love with Draco Malfoy.

He looked into her soft brown eyes.

"Avada Kedavra."

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

And here it is, your moment of Zen:

"I say hurl. If you blow chunks and she comes back, she's yours. If you spew and she bolts, it was never meant to be." – Wayne, Wayne's World