The Legend Room

Life wasn't fair, it was never fair. Not for Draco Malfoy at least. He always got the short end of the stick, always got second place, never once did he shine even though he had the power to lead, the power to make people listen to him…Draco looked down on the red head in his bed, sleeping soundly. He had fed her a sleeping draught as soon as he brought her to his room then disappeared back to the battlefield.

Flashback

"My fellow witches and wizards, welcome to a new era of life. Welcome to my era. Both of your best leaders have been killed and the dark forces have also lost their leader. From this day forth I declare myself as the leader of all of you for you must have a leader. The ministry has betrayed you, keeping Voldemort in the shadows so he could grow stronger and destroy you all but he hasn't. No, you have myself to look forward to and that is all there is to it. Now, return to your homes ladies and gentlemen," Draco stood in the center of the crowd, the greatest of wizards behind him, their corpses already covered reverently.

"What have you done with my sister?" Ron Weasley suddenly spoke up, shoving his way through the slowly disappearing crowd.

"Why Mr. Weasley, I'm pleased that you've actually survived," Draco smirked slightly as he watched the red head approach him.

"Where's Ginny?" Ron growled, stopping before Draco.

"She's in good hands, don't worry about her," Draco started to turn away, Ron reached out to grab the other's arm but froze as Draco looked back on him.

"Do you doubt my word?" Draco asked darkly, Ron slowly shook his head, shocked and dumbfounded by the other.

"Where's Granger?" Draco finally asked him, Ron slowly looked over at the girl. She was by Ron's parents, trying to comfort them. "Return to her and your family Weasley." Draco then disappeared.

Draco looked up at the skeleton chandelier above him. He looked around at the gathered Death Eaters. They were tired, most of them taking off their masks. Blaise was boiling, anger rolling through him as he waited for his chance to confront Draco.

"Well now, you're all probably wondering what to do. Take off your robes and return to your families or your homes. I'll call on you when I need you," Draco waved them away. All of them apparated except for Blaise, Draco waited for the other to do something.

"You think you can do this by yourself? You're nothing with out us, without the death eaters, nobody will do anything you say. Nobody," Blaise hissed.

"You have no idea; I have my secret weapon Zabini. Test me if you want but in the end you'll understand that it is you who nobody will follow," Draco then turned and apparated, leaving Blaise to rant in Voldemort's tower.

Draco brushed back a strand of red hair from Ginny's face then got up and walked over to the fire place. He threw some floo powder in and called on Prof. McGonagall. She instantly responded.

"Professor," Draco dipped his head slightly.

"Mr. Malfoy, what can I help you with?" She asked.

"As new headmistress of Hogwarts, I wanted to congratulate you on your promotion and to extend my condolences. If there's anything you may possibly need, I wouldn't hesitate to provide," Draco answered, she smiled slightly and nodded.

"It's a relief to see that you aren't drunk on your new power Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall commented.

"True power doesn't come with making enemies Professor," Draco replied then canceled his link to her. He turned back to Ginny who was just waking up. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes before stretching. She then looked around his room of polished black furniture, green and silver curtains then down on the forest green velvet comforter with a silver dragon embroidered on it. Her eyes snapped up at Draco, fear crawling over her ivory features.

"Don't worry Ms. Weasley, no one will harm you here," Draco held up his empty hands to her.

"Why am I here?" She asked, staring up at him in disbelief.

"Because I want you to be. You would have gotten yourself killed if you had interfered on the battlefield. I brought you here so you would be safe from even yourself," Draco explained.

"But you, Draco Malfoy who used to tease me all the time back in school. Who used to taunt me, play pranks on me and make my life miserable just for being Ron's sister," Ginny pointed out.

"Yes but that was then when I had to keep up an image. When first my father then Voldemort hovered over my every move. Now I can show everyone the person I have truly become. I'm not who you think I am," Draco explained.

"How about I wait and see who this new person turns out to be," Ginny crossed her arms and smirked up at him; Draco couldn't help but smile back.

"I want to show you something," Draco said one night after one of the big parties he held at his mansion. They were mostly to get people used to the idea that Draco Malfoy was a new force in the wizarding world and there was no one who could match him in this new era.

"What is it?" Ginny breathed, grinning as Draco led her down one of the many winding halls in the mansion. He just grinned back and opened one of the numerous doors along the hall. Ginny had been living with Draco for a few weeks. He wouldn't let her leave yet, couldn't let her leave. Her long cream colored evening gown flowed behind her as she past him into the room. She had red and silver glitter lightly dusted on the apples of her cheeks and her long red hair was pulled up in a French knot. She looked back on Draco, amazed.

"I made it after the battle; I had to give myself something to remind me of who I was. What made me what I was," Draco explained, finally entering in after her. He had a long form fitting robe on with silver embroidered dragons along the hem, and a black silk cloak over it all.

"Draco, it's beautiful," Ginny murmured. The room held all sorts of things from Hogwarts. The entire collection of school books along a low cherry wood book case plus a few extra books. On top of it were pictures of Quidditch, Professors and other classmates. His cauldron stood in a corner on an ornate metal stand with an old broom leaning against it. His school trunk sat against the adjoining wall underneath a black wood apothecary table with more pictures covering the top. In the other corner was a stand holding his Nimbus 2000 from when he first got on the Slytherin Team. On the next wall was a simple mirror with pictures surrounding it. Covering the floor was a huge rug with all four house crests on it.

"Look," Draco pointed to one of the larger pictures covering the walls. It was a game of quidditch being played out between Slytherin and Gryffindor, a picture from above.

"You took this?" Ginny asked, he nodded.

"Of course, I took most of them except obviously the ones I'm in. I don't know, they all remind me that I can't go back to when I depended on other people. I have to make my own way through this world now without anyone's help," Draco explained.

"That's not true, you have your father's money to help you," Ginny grumbled, looking to him, he shrugged.

"Money can only go so far. It can't convince everyone that you're right. I should know. My father used his money to try to make everyone think Voldemort was right. Look how it turned out," Draco pointed out.

"Yes but money still talks," Ginny looked back to the pictures, picking out Dumbledore, Snape, Harry Potter, the Golden Trio…it's like he took pictures of everyone in the school.

"I took this one at the ministry, it's the only one dated after Hogwarts," Draco picked up one of the framed ones off the table. It was of Harry and her, walking through one of the many offices. Both bundled up in muggle clothes, Harry was smiling down on her as they continued on forever through the overcrowded offices.

"You were at the ministry?" Ginny asked, looking up at him.

"Of course, I go there quite often to pick up on the latest news on Harry Potter and so forth. Gathered a few pictures of your expansive home. Never thought that Harry Potter would ever buy such a flashy home," Draco looked to her.

"Well he bought it for me. He wanted me to have a place to stay that was away from all the reporters, all the nosey people so I wouldn't have to go through what he went through," Ginny explained.

"So he bought you a castle?" Draco raised a blonde eyebrow, she rolled her eyes.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Ginny shook her head.

"Actually it does, Virginia, it's your castle," Draco said, she looked up at him, disbelief scrawled on her face.

"How is it…?" Ginny shook her head.

"It's all yours well…except for the money, that's technically your families. Harry willed everything to you and your family because he never had a real family of his own. He wanted the Weasleys to have it. He knew his family didn't deserve it," Draco explained.

"How do you know all of this?" She asked.

"Like I said, I keep up on everything when it comes to Harry Potter. While you've been here, your family has been fighting with Harry's living relatives for Harry's things. I let them do the dirty work and kept you here. You don't need to be in that battle," Draco explained.

"Why are you doing this for me? Why protect me? Why keep me here?" Ginny asked, Draco slowly walked towards her and lifted her chin up to look into her eyes.

"Because I need you. I need someone to stay by my side," Draco explained, leaning towards her.

"Draco…what are you…" Ginny breathed, he brushed his lips along her's tentatively. She slowly closed her eyes and returned the kiss. They stood there, letting the kisses get deeper and deeper until suddenly Ginny pulled back.

"No…I can't. Draco, you understand?" Ginny pleaded, looking up at him. He slowly nodded and let her walk out.

TBC