Chapter Seven

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Authors Note: I haven't updated this in, I believe, over a year. That's incredible. I just forgot about it. But here goes nothing. I can't believe I'm actually going to go back to this again!

Ginny looked feverishly around, her entire body throbbing with the pain from her ankle. The room was lit with two dim tubes of light that hit the walls and splashed around, illuminating its many captors. There was a man dressed in black robes that Ginny did not recognize (who was holding her), he was just extremely ugly. Draco was there with Percy in a headlock, their wands shoved into each other's bodies. Their gasps were heavy and violent. Harry and Hermione were standing, pointing a total of five wands at Lucius, Crabbe and Goyle. They had obviously taken control of the Death Eater's wands. Will was lying crumpled in a corner, blood seeping from his temple, his wand sitting in Draco's pocket.

Everyone in the room was frozen, blinking at the light and looking down at who they were holding, in shock.

"Oh my god," Ginny gasped. All this was for her. All these people, there, to save her! Percy had obviously gotten wind of her abduction some way or another and had gathered a small but powerful army to search for her. She would have burst into a frenzy of fighting or gratitude but in a horrible rush, all the pain from her ankle came rushing up to her head and a second later, all she saw was black as consciousness left her.

Upon seeing Ginny fall limp, however, everyone else went absolutely insane. In a whirl of screams, Harry and Hermione knocked out their three prisoners, and Draco propelled Percy across the room to smash into Ginny and the unknown man holding her. Percy then accidentally stunned both Ginny and the man behind her, though this obviously had no effect on Ginny.

Draco then proceeded to shock everybody as he rushed towards Ginny and hoisted her tenderly in her arms. Her gazed down at her face and shook her, hoping to bring her back to consciousness. Her head just lolled against his arm.

"Let go of her!" Harry screamed, pointing his wand at Draco. Draco did nothing.

"I'm not going to hurt her," Draco said blankly. "We have to—" but he was cut off at Harry hurled a complicated spell at Draco and he fell to the ground, his head smacking the stone floor. Ginny slumped against him and at that moment, it was horrifying to Harry and the rest of them to see Ginny and Draco lying like that, limbs entangled, looks of unconscious bliss on their faces, so close to each other. Ginny's silver dress glittered in the light.

Harry waited for nothing. He grabbed Ginny from the ground and lifted her into his arms. Shouting orders to Hermione and Percy, he watched in complete control as Percy managed to get Will to levitate perfectly flat in the air. Little crimson drops of liquid dribbled onto the glimmering floor from his head.

"Come on, we have to go, there's no time to waste," Harry said and he ran out the door and down the hall, though his speed was greatly hindrance by the human in his arms. The hallway in front of them stretched ominously on, lined with a few doors and many framed paintings.

"Do we remember how we got in?" Hermione asked, her voice quivering with fear.

"We were on the other level, remember?" Percy was looking nervously back to the room, afraid their enemies would rise from their spell-induced slumbers. "We have to go fast."

And off they went, as fast as they could, their shoes clattering against the marble slabs beneath them.

When Ginny awoke, she found herself in her bed, at home, wrapped snugly in her down comforter, her body enclosed in a pocket of warmth. Beside her lay Will, his mouth hanging open and a bit of drool dribbling onto his pillow. She sat up, her ankle throbbing with dull pain, her head hurting more. Confusion was swallowing her brain. She didn't understand why she was home and why Draco wasn't there. For some horrifying reason, she missed him.

She got up and went to get dressed, seeing as she was still wearing the silvery dress that the Malfoys had given her. She threw on some jeans and a black sweater, and went to lie back down.

"Ginny?" Will had awoke and was peering down at her intently. She sat up and was then wrapped in a fierce hug. "Oh my god sweetie, you're all right! I was so afraid you'd be hurt," he moaned into her hair. She pulled back and frowned at him.

"What happened?"

He sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "After you passed out, I guess because you broke your ankle, Harry, Hermione and Percy got you and I to safety. Lucius had knocked me out before hand, so I wasn't much of a help." He forced a chuckle. She stared.

"And then what?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, Ginny. I think they just took us home and made sure we were safe."

She looked blankly at his face, which was remarkably drawn and pale. He did not look handsome anymore. He was like a caffeinated ghost, running on empty. "They're going to come back for us," she informed him bleakly, pulling the blankets around her.

"I know. We know. We have to leave." She looked up at him, shocked.

"Leave where?"

"To some other place, we don't know. Somewhere under cover. It will be hard, Gin, but I think we'll manage."

Ginny nodded, her mind numbed. She was still in too much of a shock because of the previous nights. Her lips burned as she remembered Draco kissing her rapidly, passionately, but she shoved the memory from her mind and stumbled out of the bedroom and downstairs. "I'm going to make some coffee," she shouted to Will. He made no response.

The day dragged on, and she didn't bother to go to work. Will did, however. Ginny instead sat in her living room, waiting. Waiting for what, she didn't know, she was just content to sit and stare at the clock on the mantle and watch her life waste away. It was at three in the afternoon when the telephone rang. She sprang forward to pick it up, holding it excitedly to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Ginny, what the hell? You're home? How the hell are you home?"

She actually smiled, sitting back in her chair. Draco's breathing in her ear was oddly comforting. "I don't know, they got us home. Where are you?"

"We're home too. We finally woke up to find you guys gone, you sneaky little bastards. How did you pull that off?"

"Well, seeing as I was unconscious, I don't know." Ginny looked puzzled, down at her ankle, to see that it was perfectly fine. Hermione or someone had obviously mended it before they left her.

Ginny felt the familiar wad of nervousness in the pit of her stomach when Draco spoke to her. It was the same feeling she felt when she was fifteen, overcome with infatuation for this gorgeous, daring and terribly evil fellow one year older than her, who happened to be her worst enemy.

"So, what are we going to do?" Ginny said, twirling the phone cord through her fingers, as though she was a hormonal teenager again, excited to speak to a crush.

Draco laughed at her. "Do about what?"

She froze, realizing she had just put into words what she feared horribly. For a moment she said nothing. He laughed again and then let out a loud 'oh' of realization.

"Ginny!" he cried. "I thought you were faithful!"

She cringed, feeling terrible. "I am. I didn't mean that, Draco. Sorry. I just…..I don't know, I enjoyed our time together."

He chuckled deeply and she could practically hear him smile. "I get it, Virginia. Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything, I've got it all under control. You just sit tight and try to be happy with little Willy, okay?"

She giggled and then let out a lonesome sigh. "Draco, for some reason, something's wrong. I don't love him anymore. I have absolutely no desire to…..well, do anything with him, when I look at him now. I see him as a coward with a boring and depressing life, with me as his little wifie who does nothing but make him coffee and keep his house clean."

"Well, Ginny, I'd be perfectly happy if I had you there to make me coffee and keep my house clean," he crooned, in a voice barely a whisper. She blushed, knowing that was a huge compliment coming from him. "I'll see you later, Ginny, don't worry. We're still young, as is the night…..or day, actually." He laughed and then hung up.

Ginny stared at the phone, her heart slamming wildly in her chest. She couldn't believe it. She had basically okayed the plan to go and be unfaithful to Will! Self-hate churned in her bowels but then again she loved the feeling of being off-center and a bit bad, if you could call it that. Even if it would break Will's heart, it would break her own not to follow through with her childhood infatuation. How disgraceful she was being to her parent's memories, canoodling with the family enemy. But she was her own person. She could do as she pleased.

Ginny stood on the back porch, waiting. The sun had long since set and darkness had swallowed the world. Will was still gone and the house loomed empty and dark behind her. She stared at the thick bushes and trees lining her yard. She was waiting. And then there it was, a little flash of light and sudden movement in the shadows. He stumbled out and fell onto the grass, cursing quietly. She laughed.

He came towards her and smiled. His pale skin was practically glowing next to his black turtleneck and black pants. His hair was un-gelled and quivered in the wind. He stepped up onto the porch and, saying nothing, leaned forward to plant a tender kiss on Ginny's lips. She smiled when he pulled away and stood in front of him, a good foot shorter than him, her long and wild hair swirling in the breeze.

"We shouldn't—" she started, but he placed two fingers on her lips, silencing her.

"No," he said. "We most certainly should." And with that he began kissing her again, roughly and wildly, driven with an incredible passion that he hadn't felt for years and years. Laughing beneath each other's lips, the two fell into the house, slamming the door behind them, falling onto the darkened couch.

Ginny was suddenly and finally happy, and though Will would not be, she couldn't care less. Draco was there and she was there and that was all she needed. And as the wind from an open window caused her hanging green cloak to swirl ominously, casting its shadow on the two of them, Will whistled a pleasant tune as he walked down the sidewalk towards his house.

Authors Note: Leave your reviews, please. I like actual structured reviews with things I can try to improve and whatnot. I'll make the next chapter more exciting, don't worry. It might be the last, too, seeing as I can't pull this plot much thinner.