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2) Draco did know about Fred being taken. That won't be explained until future chapters though. (which aren't very many)
3)Hahaha, well, as for the relationship and friendship….I promise that it will be a very unexpected ending!
Hope this answers some of your questions. If you have more just let me know and I'll answer what I can without giving the rest of it away. And thanks so much for reviewing! Hope to hear from you again.
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Chapter 12—How much I care
Ginny yawned and set down her fork. She had just finished her dinner and was feeling a little drowsy. Shaking her head to try to wake herself up, she stood up and went to go meet Draco.
It had been two weeks since the kitchen incident and since then, Draco and Ginny had become very close friends. While there had been many fights in the Common Room with the Trio and Summer, Ginny still stood firm on her decision to remain friends with Draco. After getting to know him, Ginny found that she didn't mind his company at all. He was nice to talk to. She even caught him smiling a couple of times.
Draco walked up and met her. The two began to walk out of the Great Hall, attracting many stares. Others were taking the news of the newfound friendship just as well as Ron was. Ginny turned and caught McGonagall raising her eyebrows slightly at the pair. Ginny found herself trying to stifle a giggle. She figured Ron didn't tell her mum about it, if he had, she was sure she would've sent her a Howler by now.
"So I see we're the latest gossip around Hogwarts?" Draco drawled as they exited the Great Hall.
Ginny looked down so he wouldn't see her blushing. "We are. You should hear the rumors."
Draco gave a quiet laugh. "I've heard them. A lot of prats came up asking me why I would date Ginny Weasley."
Ginny forced herself to laugh as her mind drifted to the latest fight she had with Summer.
Flashback………
"Ginny, this isn't right!" Summer screamed at her best friend, desperately trying to knock some sense into her.
"What's so wrong with being friends with him?" Ginny shouted, her eyes flashing angrily.
"I'm scared he might become more!"
Ginny looked at her friend incredulously. "What, fall for Draco Malfoy?" Ginny asked, giving her friend a wry smile.
"You could just as easily fall for him as you did for Harry, and I don't want you to get hurt!" Summer cried.
"I'm just friends with him!" Ginny shouted.
"I see the way you look at him!" Summer cried, ignoring her friend's comment, "It was the same look you used to give Harry!"
Ginny stared in disbelief. Was Summer serious?
"Come off it," Ginny snapped, "Summer, your reading into this too much. I want to be friends with Draco. If you can't support me then you can just get out."
Clearly forgetting the fact that they shared the dormitory, Summer huffed and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Ginny sighed and sat down on her bed. Her face was red from anger and shouting so much. She laid her head on the pillow.
'I won't fall for him.' She thought.
Flashback ends…………..
Ever since the fight, Ginny found it hard for her to look at Draco in the eye. She would find herself turning red and get an odd feeling in her stomach whenever he was around her, which was pretty often.
"Ginny?" Draco asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Are you alright?"
Ginny blushed and smiled. "Sure. Anyways, how was your day?"
Draco shrugged. "Nothing special. That Thomas git kept glaring at me though."
Ginny laughed. "Er….we dated in the beginning of the year."
Draco smirked.
"Draco…"Ginny started, she could feel herself turning red, "There was something I want to ask y—"
"Ginny!" an all too familiar voice called her name from behind. Groaning, Ginny turned around to see Hermione Granger running toward her, looking worried.
"What do you want, Granger?" Draco asked coolly.
Hermione ignored him and purposely looked at Ginny only.
"Professor Dumbledore wants to see you." Hermione replied shortly.
Ginny raised her eyesbrows while Draco seemed to pale slightly.
'This thing with me and Draco has completely been blown out of proportion.' Ginny thought irritably. 'Now Ron's getting Dumbledore involved.'
"He wants to see me?" Ginny repeated.
"Us." Hermione corrected. This confused Ginny. If Hermione was coming, it couldn't be about her and Draco.
Ginny glanced at Draco and was surprised to see that he looked paler than usual. Completely nonplussed by this reaction, Ginny bid good-bye to Draco, who grunted in response. Looking back questionably at him, Ginny and Hermione walked toward Dumbledore's office in silence.
That was, until Hermione spoke up.
"Er….you and Malfoy seem to be getting a lot fine." Hermione started.
"Draco and I are getting along fine." Ginny replied coolly, causing Hermione to sigh.
"Ginny, I'm really sorry about all this. I haven't talked to you in nearly two weeks and—" Hermione began.
"I know." Ginny said quietly. "I just wish Ron and Harry wouldn't be so closed minded."
Hermione let out a laugh. "That's what makes Ron well…Ron."
Ginny laughed. "True. So…I've noticed you and my brother have been getting awfully close lately." She said slyly, caushing Hermione to blush.
"Don't be stupid!" Hermione said quickly, trying and failing to hide her blush, "We're only friends."
The two teased each other for a bit longer, when Hermione looked at Ginny seriously.
"I really have missed talking to you." Hermione said quietly. "We all have. Harry, Ron, and I."
Ginny had to admit she was touched. She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"Ms. Weasley! Ms. Granger! Do hurry up!" McGongall barked.
The two listened and ran toward her. Professor McGonagall was standing by the gargoyles, who had already jumped aside. Their transfiguration teacher was white and looked close to tears, which scared Hermione and Ginny slightly.
"Follow me." McGonagall ordered. Hermione and Ginny braced themselves and McGonagall opened the doors to Dumbledore's office.
The sight shocked them both. The office was packed. Ron and Harry were standing in front of Dumbledore's desk, and their confused looks when they turned to the girls told Ginny that they also had no idea what was going on. The entire Weasley family were sitting in chairs on one side of the room. Molly Weasley was sobbing into Arthur's Weasley shoulder, and Ginny swore she heard her cry, "Not my baby….not my son."
Eyes widening, Ginny suddenly felt alarmed. Arthur Weasley was desperately trying to comfort his wife, but he looked like he was in a state of shock. Bill and Charlie were behind them, both looked upset and lost. When Charlie looked up Ginny could see the tears in his eyes that he was desperately trying to hold back. Percy wasn't present. He had been quite embarrassed to talk to the family after the way he acted. But the one who shocked Ginny most was George Weasley.
He was standing a little ways off from the rest of the family. He was holding his wand and his fists were clenched so tightly thatthey were turning white. He jaw was and eyes were clenched tight, but Ginny could still make out a few fallen tears falling from her brother's eyes.
It seemed like most of the Order was there, too. Lupin, Moody, Shacklebolt, Tonks, Mundungus, Hagrid and quite a few others were there. Giiny felt her heart quicken. What was going on? Even Mundungus looked upset.
"Professor Dumbledore, there has to be something we can do." Arthur said weakly, holding his sobbing wife.
Albus Dumbledore stood behind hid desk, holding a piece of parchment and looking at them all sadly. Ginny and Hermione walked up next to Harry and Ron, while their transfiguration teacher went over and stood next to Dumbledore. It was Ron who broke the silence.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron asked loudly.
"We have recieved a letter from Voldemort." Dumbledore informed the teens gravely.
"A threat, more like." Charlie muttered darkly, glaring at the floor and tightening his grip on his wand.
Harry raised his eyebrows at the headmaster. "Sir…?"
Dumbledore sighed. "I will explain, but first, will the four of you take a seat?"
Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Harry did as they were told.
Dumbledore put his face in his hands and sighed. Finally, he looked up, and stared at each of them in the eye one by one. "You are aware that Fred Weasley was captured about one month ago?"
Ginny felt her chest tighten. She tried to block out the memory, not wanting to remember. Ron looked down and Hermione made a small choking noise.
"He was captured," Dumbledore continued, "Trying to save Tonks in a raid. Ever since, I had no reason to believe that Fred Weasley had been killed. After reading the letter from Voldemort, I found out I was right. Fred is indeed alive."
Ron looked up hopefully.
"But," Dumbledore went on, "Voldemort had found a purpose for Fred. In the letter, he states quite clearly, that if Harry Potter is not handed over to him at midnight, Fred will be killed."
Hermione's hand flew to her mouth at once while Harry, Ginny, and Ron looked at Dumbledore, horrified.
"No." Ginny whimpered.
At this point, Mrs. Weasley's sobs were becoming louder. Dumbledore put the note on his desk, and Ginny saw something crimson on it. Harry must've seen it too, because a moment later he asked, a little shaky, "Professor Dumbledore….is that letter written in blood?"
Ginny looked up at Dumbledore. As if not wanting to let everyone else know, he gave Harry the tiniest nod. She knew what he meant….that was Fred's blood they had written with the note. Voldemort was serious. He would do anything to get Harry.
"But Professor," Hermione spoke up, teary eyed, "You can't give Harry over, can you? He's the only way we can win this war."
Harry glared hard at the letter in front of him.
"But we can't leave Fred to die either!" Ron shot back, wiping his eyes, trying desperately to hide the tears.
"We can't just hand Harry over!" Hermione cried.
Ron and Hermione continued shouting at each other for a moment, until Hermione gave out a sob and sunk to the floor, head in her hands. She was crying. For a moment, Ron stared, shocked, at what had happened. In an instant, he was on the ground next to her, hugging her and whispering, "I'm sorry," in her ear.
If the situation hadn't been so serious, Ginny would've remarked on what a cute couple they made.
"I'm sorry." Someone muttered right next to her, catching the attention of everyone in the room.
Ginny looked up to see Harry glaring at the letter still.
"Harry…." Mrs. Weaasley choked, looking up to face him. "It's not your fault."
Harry gave a wry smile and laughed humorlessly. "Not my fault?" he repeated. "That's all anyone ever told me when Sirius died, too. That's a load of rubbish. You all blamed me, I know it. Then when Fred was captured….why wouldn't you blame me now? You know Fred wouldn't be in this position if he didn't know me!"
"It didn't matter whether or not he knew you, Harry." George said sternly. "We're in the Order. Either way they would've captured us for imformation about Dumbledore."
"So then why didn't they get Tonks?!" Harry yelled, pointing at her to make his point. "They wanted someone from the Weasley family because they know that I….I…." Harry trailed off, looking lost.
"Harry?" Hermione spoke timidly.
"I'm sorry." Harry repeated shakily. His head was down and his shoulders shook, as if he were crying silently. "I didn't want this. I didn't want Fred to be captured or killed."
"We know, Harry." Ginny said quietly. "Fred knew the risks of being in the Order. He did it to protect you.
Harry voice shook even more now as he gave a wild laugh. "That's why they all die, isn't it? To save Harry Potter. It's my fault. Another person is going to die because of me! Because they want to protect me."
Harry grabbed a lunoscope from Dumbledore's desk and threw it as hard as he could. It shattered into little glass pieces. "WHY DIDN'T I JUST DIE WITH MY PARENTS?! IT'S NOT WORTH IT! I DON'T WANT ANYONE ELSE TO DIE!"
Harry kicked the desk, causing it to shake. For a moment, everyone in the room was shocked. Harry hadn't gotten this angry since summer.
"I'M NOT WORH IT, DUMBLEDORE!" Harry roared, facing him. He kicked the stand which Fawkes stood on, causing it to fall and break. Fawkes flew up and looked at Harry, confused. "You started this Order to stop Voldemort, but now everyone's first priority is to protect me! I'M NOT WORTH IT! WHY WON'T ANYONE REALIZE THAT? I'M NOT WORTH DIEING FOR!"
"Harry!" Lupin said sternly, walking up to him. "Calm down, Harry. Let's talk about this."
But Harry, apparently, was in no mood to talk to anyone. He grabbed his wand and pointed it at Lupin, who stopped in his tracks and eyed the wand warily.
"Stay away from me." Harry spat, giving Lupin a harsh glare. Behind him, Moody had taken his wand out and was pointing it at Harry, incase he tried to do anything. "Stay away from me." Harry repeated. The anger was gone. PaIn and hurt was now the only thing in his eyes. He no longer sounded angry, just worn, tired, and, for once, scared. "You could be next."
With one more glance around the room, Harry turned and stormed out of the office, slamming the door as he left.
"Alastor, you may put down your wand." Dumbledore said quietly. Moody did as he was told. The room stayed in a stunned silence.
"Albus," McGonagall spoke up, looking at the door which Harry left in worriedly. "Someone should go after him—"
Dumbledore raised his hand to silence her. "I realize Harry would blame himself the moment we told him. But I think it is best if we do not disturb him. Mr. Weasley, Ms, Weasley, and Ms. Granger, you are now informed of what is happening. As far as I know, any four of you could be in danger. I will ask you to leave and go to your Common Room, which is where you are to remain until a teacher or someone in the Order tells you otherwise."
Ron's mouth opened in disbelief. "Stay in the Common Room? Our brother's going to be killed at midnight! You can't tell us to stay in our rooms! We have a right to know what's going on!"
"Ronald Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. "You are to listen to your headmaster and remain in your room until we tell you otherwise!" she softened her voice a bit. "Your brother will be okay."
"You said that last year and look where Sirius ended up." Ron muttered darkly. He stood up and stormed out, Ginny and Hermione at his heels. When they reached the corridors, they walked toward the Gryffindor Tower.
"Where did Harry run off to?" Hermione asked quietly.
Ron only shrugged. Ginny looked out the window, trying not to let the tears fall. Hermione, however, was making no effort to hide them. She was crying silently, but freely. The tears ran down her cheeks. She would make a sob once in awhile, but other than that she was quiet.
"This is Malfoy's fault." Ron muttered darkly, and quite suddenly.
"What?" Ginny asked in disbelief. Was he actually blaming this on Draco?
"How else would You-Know-Who have known to use Fred as bait?" Ron asked, anger and hate evident in his voice.
"Ron, it's common knowledge that our family's really close to Harry!" Ginny said loudly.
"But Fred, Ginny?" Ron asked incredulously. "You didn't see the letter. I got a look at it before we left. It said that You-Know-Who knew this was an offer they wouldn't refuse, becausehe knew Harrywould die rather than let his favorite twin pranksters die. It's weird, isn't it? You'd think he'd go to me and Hermione, since we're best friends with him. But he chose Fred for some reason. And Malfoy…..he knew they were close. Harry and me were seen with him a lot in Diagon Alley over the summer. And Malfoy was always there, too, insulting us."
"Ron!" Ginny cried. "That isn't fair! Draco would never—"
"He's a Malfoy, Ginny!" Ron shouted. "Of coursehe would! You-Know-Who must've found out somewhere….and Malfoy is the only one who could've told him!"
"Draco isn't a Death Eater!" Ginny cried, tears falling down her cheeks.
"It's more likely he found out from your dear old friend Draco then randomly guessing!" Ron roared.
Ginny turned to Hermione. "Hermione!" she said desperately, her tears falling freely. "Please, talk some sense into Ron!"
Hermione looked at her friend sadly, a few tears falling from her fac., too. "I'm sorry, Ginny. He has a point" Was all she said.
Ginny let out a sob. Every bad feeling she had just let itself out. All the pain, confusion, anger, frustration—it all let itself out. Her face now shining with tears, she looked at her brother.
"You only want someone to blame!" she screamed.
"And you only want someone to look after you because Harry doesn't fancy you!" Ron shouted back, knowing in an instance he had crossed the line.
SMACK
Ginny slapped Ron with all the strength she could muster, leaving a huge hand print on Ron's face. For a moment, Ron and Hermione looked too shocked to speak. Ginny, however, turned on her heel and ran away, crying hard.
Draco was standing by the lake. Before Ginny had left, she told him to meet her here. No doubt she would want to tell him what Dumbledore wanted. Draco had a clue, of course. He overheard his father talking, right before he was captured, about a plan to get Harry, if the one about the Department of Mysteries failed. After growing close to Ginny, though, he felt he should protect her.
She also changed him, which was something that shocked him. He was taught not to care about anyone but himself, and to do whatever it takes to get power. Ginny told him otherwise. Maybe not directly, but by the way she talked to him. She had given up her others friends just to be able to talk to him, and, (as much as he hated to admit it) for the first time in his life, he felt he might actually have a true friend.
He heard someone sob behind him and swiftly turned around. In one moment, Ginny was hugging him, crying into his shoulder. Recovering quickly, he hugged her, not quite sure if this was the right thing to do—he never had to dealt with a crying girl before.
"F-Fred…I d-don't want him to die! But D-Dumbledore would never hand Harry over!" Ginny sobbed into his shoulder, holding onto him tightly.
Draco's eyes widened slightly. "What are you talking about, Ginny?" he asked, trying not to sound nervous. It was then that she poured out everything to him—Fred being captured, receiving the letter, what Harry had said, Ron blaming Draco, and how Ginny slapped him.
"You slapped him?" Draco asked with an amused expression. Ginny didn't see it. She was still crying into his shoulder.
"Yes!" she cried. Draco's robes were beginning to feel wet, but he didn't say anything.
"As much as I don't like Dumbledore, I can't see him just letting Fred die. He'll come up with something. Maybe an ambush?" Draco said consolingly, unaware he was twirling a piece of her hair with his finger.
"But You-Know-Who isn't stupid!" Ginny cried despairingly. "What if it's all a lie? What if he already killed Fred?"
'Wouldn't put it past him.' Draco thought. He didn't want to say it, but Voldemort had done something like that before. He didn't want to worry Ginny more, so he kept his mouth shut. At this point they were sitting by the lake. Ginny had pulled herself off him and was looking embarrassed. She wiped her tears away with her robes.
"And Ron!" Ginny cried angrily. "Blaming you? I know he's hurting too, but he still has no right to go pointing fingers!"
Silently, Draco agreed.
"I just want Fred back." Ginny wailed, bringing her knees toward her chest and once again crying into her hands. "Why Fred? Why him? He just wanted to start a joke shop….and maybe test some of his more dangerous products on Death Eaters….but that was all he wanted."
Draco couldn't help but smirk at the last statement.
"Your brother will be fine." He said simply.
"How do you know?" she asked quietly, looking up at him with her face still shining with tears.
"Because," he stated coolly, putting his hand on her chin and lifting it up so she was looking at him, "I would never let anyone or anything hurt you. I thought you'd know that by now?"
"What could you do?" Ginny asked, looking anywhere but in his eyes.
"Trust me." He stated simply. A feeling of dread took over him. He knew what he had to do. There was only one way to save Fred without getting him killed—though Draco would be risking his own life, it didn't matter. He looked at Ginny and kissed her forehead.
"Trust me." He whispered in her ear.
With that, he stood up, leaving a confused and worried Ginny behind him.
Draco shut the door to his dormitory. He wasn't looking forward to what it was about to do, and even though he wasn't fond of all the Weasleys, he wanted to do it for Ginny. He may cost his life, but he was still willing to do it. Hopefully, she wouldn't hate him for what he was about to do. He was about to make a deal with the devil.
Behind him, a dark figure appeared. (1)
"Are you ready?" the figure asked coldly. Draco didn't even have to turn around to find out who the person was.
"If I weren't, Macnair, do you really think I would have called you hear?" Draco asked harshly.
Mcnair thrust his hand into his robes and took out his wand. Draco turned to face him.
"I don't think the Dark lord would be too happy to hear that you hurt his newest member, would he?" Draco asked coolly, looking at the man in the eye. Angrily, Macnair put away his wand and grabbed Draco roughly by the upperarm.
"Let's go." He hissed. "We can leave by Floo Powder down in the Common Room. No one will see us."
"We can't leave the castle by Floo Powder. There's no way." Draco said, talking to the man as if he was stupid.
Mnair laughed coldly. "Usually not. It takes a great deal of magic to be able to do it, and even then we'll only be able to do it once. But for some reason the Dark lord sees that you are worth it. Though why is beyond me."
Draco looked around the dormitory one last time as the man guided him out of the room. For all he knew, this could be the last time he ever saw it.
"Your father would be pleased to hear that you are becoming a Death Eater at such a young age." Macnair hissed.
Draco said nothing.
Ginny wiped her eyes and stood up from her spot by the lake and headed up the Gryffindor Tower. She didn't meet anyone in the corridors, but when she got to the Common Room, the place was full of people chatting merrily. Chatting happily, while Fred was who knows where being tortured, or killed, or starved—
People looked at her as she walked past, but she ignored them all. When she made it to her dormitory room, she slammed the door. She wiped at her eyes furiously and made her way to her bed. She pulled off her robe and sweater so that she was only wearing her skirt and white polo. She pulled open her curtains and made to lie down, when a piece of parchment caught her eye.
It was laying on her pillow and had her name on it, written in green ink. Curiously, she opened it. It read:
Dear Ginny,
I promised you awhile ago I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, and that's a promise I intend to keep. Maybe I should have told you in person, but I knew that if I did you would try to stop me from doing this. Ginny, thank you so much for being my friend. You mean a lot to me, and I hope this shows it. I don't know if I'll ever see you again—no doubt Dumbledore wouldn't want me in the school anymore and I don't blame him. I know your confused, so let me explain.
Awhile ago, before we even became friends, I was offered a spot as a Death Eater. Sure, I'm sixteen, but I'm an excellent duelist. Out of everyone in the Dark Order, I knew most about Harry, having been his rival for so long. Still, I wasn't sure. Something was telling me to hold on. So I did. And now I understand why. When we became friends, all thoughts of becoming a Death Eater left my mind. You showed me love and kindness—which was more than I deserved, expecially after all the harsh things I said to and about your family. But after you told me about Fred, a plan formed in my mind. I could use this offer for your benefit. No doubt that You-Know-Who would tell me where Fred was hiding, and I could sneak him out and make it look like he escaped. This would all happen by midnight, and Potter wouldn't have to go at all. I may hate him, but I wouldn't want him dead. The only way to do this though, means I would have to become a Death Eater. I'm not looking forward to it. Once the dark mark is engraved on my arm, there is no way I can turn back. I'll be with them forever. This isn't what I wanted. This wasn't the path I wanted to take. I was going to bide my time, and once I graduated, I plan to move out of the country, some place they could never find me. But after seeing how hurt you were, I decided this would be best.
Ginny, you have to understand that I can't come back to Hogwarts. Once I do this, there's no turning back. Don't hate me. You'll have to forgive me. I did this because I cared for you. I'll miss you, but I know you'll still be happy, especially once Weasley turns up. I'll miss you so much. Thank you for everything you've done for me. This is the only way I can think of to repay you.
Good-bye, Ginny Weasley.
Love always,
Draco Malfoy
"NO!" Ginny screamed. "NO NO NO NO NO!"
Draco was gone? Forever? To become a Death Eater against his will? And for what? For her?
"Draco!" Ginny screamed to no one in particular. At this point, Ginny was in panic. She wouldn't lose the closest person to her. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Summer—none of them mattered at the moment.
Tears once again fell down her cheeks, faster and harder for ever. Forgetting to grab her robes or her sweater, and with the letter still in her hand, she got up and sprinted from the room. She sprinted down the spiral staircase and shoved people out of her way once she reached the Common Room. Their angry shouts meant nothing to her.
Crying, Ginny sprinted toward the Slytherin dungeons, hoping against hope that he would still be there.
'Please, Draco,' she thought desperately, 'Don't do this. Don't ruin your life. Don't do this for me. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. There has to be another way.'
When Ginny reached her destination, she found that the portrait was already open, as if someone just walked out of it. She ran into the Slytherin common room and found that it was empty. If she hadn't been so panicky, this would've struck her as odd. She raced up to the boys dormitories and reached Draco room.
She burst threw the door, expecting to see him there, smirking and telling her it was all a joke….
"Draco!" Ginny cried.
She ran to the middle of the room and looked around. She knew what bed was Draco's. His trunk and everything was gone. It was like there was never a fifth person living in this dorm.
"Draco!" Ginny cried again, out of despair and nothing else. She looked around the room.
No one was there to meet her.
'Don't leave me….' She thought hysterically.
A/N. (1)- For all of you who were wondering, this is the dark figure that was in Draco's room the the earlier chapters.
Thank you guys so much for being patient! I know I haven't been working fast enough, but now that Christmas break is here I'll be able to update more sooner. Actually, I don't know about you, but I've noticed that the chapters get longer and longer…..ah, I got too into it.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I had a lot of fun typing it and I kind of like how it turned out. Well, I'm off to work on this chapter. The story WILL be done by the end of the year. I want to write another fic on Harry's sixth year, which means I'm going to have to finish it before the ACTUAL sixth book comes out. Oh, have you guys heard? HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE COMES OUT JULY 16 2005!
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