Author's Note: This chapter going to jump back between past and present, mostly for Ginny.
From her fifth year until her sixth and the most important connection between Draco and her will be revealed.
Chapter 11
The moon was hanging precariously low that night, the week of the Masquerade Ball. Fifteen-year-old Ginny Weasley was staring blankly into the full-length mirror behind the door of her Hogwarts dormitory. It was Monday afternoon and she had a free period, so she had decided to spend it trying numerous amounts of spells to change her hair; she tried putting in black streaks but they looked dreadful, she piled her long hair atop her head and enchanted it to stay but that failed as well. Hermione had suggested just to leave it straight, put little jewels in it and find a fancy dress. She smiled to herself as she twisted around, the glass reflecting her figure back into her eyes. "You'll look great, promise." He smiled from behind her before wrapping his arms around her middle and resting his head on her shoulder. "You're going to be so beautiful that they won't take their eyes off of you."
"You shouldn't be here, it's dangerous, they could walk in." She muttered as he turned her around and he dipped his head to catch her lips in a slow kiss, his spidery fingers traveling through her hair in a massaging manner. She pressed against him and fisted her own hands in his wet, stringy hair.
She could feel his hands slide down her curves and she squirmed as he brought her with him to the bed, turned her around so that her head hit the mattress and he crawled on top of her, smirking. "I still can't believe this," he trailed light kisses along her jaw and up towards her ear before whispering huskily, "any of it. People called me crazy when I told them how much I liked being around you, remember, you thought I was just messing with you? But when I kissed you like this," his lips settled on hers and his fingers stroked her chin, causing her to shudder. "I knew I couldn't stay away."
She mumbled something against his neck before he rolled off of her and leaned on his elbows beside her, eyeing her slowly. "I just said that I know they'll never trust you, you don't care, do you?" He was fiddling with something in the pocket of his robes, only giving her some of his attention. "Alright, what's more important then me trying to save you from death?"
Grinning, Draco Malfoy pulled the object out and handed it to her, she studied it silently; it was a white box with the words To my Beloved scrawled in gold script on the face. Carefully she opened it to only lose all thought and speech at what lay in the cotton. She had half a mind to throw it back at him, it was too much. "Here," he muttered and pulled the braclet out of the box, the silver of it caught the light and sent a spiral of gray around the room. He unclasped it and put it around her wrist and held her hand before he whispered, "Happy Christmas, Ginny." When he kissed her this time, she heard him say something that made her want to die.
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Her eyes shot open and she looked around. Is that why he was willing to help her? She shook her head and winced, bringing her hand up she felt the bandages, and her eyes-widened. She was safe, in the hospital wing, but where was he? She listened quietly and heard another's breathing beside her. She turned on her side and stared into his eyes, the silver the only visible part of him in the dark. "Are you alright?" he asked concerned. She just stared at him, not really seeing him, for what he did, how could she forget? She recalled them being together in her fifth year but the rest had vanished...until now. "Gin?" he looked worried now. Fuck him. Hell, I already did that. "What is it, why are you looking at me that way?"
She narrowed her eyes and answered in a hoarse whisper, "How could you?"
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"What did you say?" She asked and stared at him as he sat up now and looked at his hands.
"I said I think we should break up." He raised his head, his voice clear and tight, his eyes foggy.
"You can't," she pleaded, feeling her eyes start to sting. It was extremely uncomfortable now.
"I just did." He said roughly. "That gift was my last to you." He stood and went to the window and opened it, reached out to take hold of one of the branches, his broom hidden beneath a blanket, he stepped onto the sill before he felt her hands around his waist. "Please just let me go." He looked at her for a moment, bent down and kissed her forehead, a tear sliding down his cheek, landed on her shoulder. Then he was gone.
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"How could you have forgotten that? It was middle of last year!" He leaned over and grabbed her wrist, the braclet slid down her skin and she blinked. She hadn't remembered putting that on. "You wore this everyday since then, don't you remember? You used to hope-pray-that I would come back, and now I have. How could you forget that?"
"She wasn't supposed to remember." explained Taka as he leaned against the frame of the doorway and stared in at them. "She wasn't supposed to remember you, or what you had. But you just had to get involved."
"Stay away from her or I'll-" he stopped in mid-sentence and his body became rigid, his eyes glassy.
"Or you'll what, Dragon? Taka, let's do this now, I'm tired of waiting." Kuro's eyes lingered on Draco's seemingly frozen body. "You're lucky," she turned to Ginny with a wry smile. "he's such a beautiful boy." Her fingers swept through his hair and the injuried girl started. With one of her nails in place, she cut into his flesh, just on his chest, he never moved as the blood trickled onto the white sheets, his eyes becoming cloudier. Ginny watched as Kuro's tongue ran against Draco's skin to clean up the mess and she felt her stomach churn.
"Looks like she's jealous," Taka whispered against her ear and she stared at him. "Kuro, come here." The older girl did as she was told and Ginny's face was now very close to Taka's chest. "Go on." He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back so that she squeaked out a cry. "Or maybe," his eyes glittered slowly "maybe you want me to take you, hmm?" He slammed her back onto the bed and held her down, she couldn't breathe. "I could do so much better then him you know. That would be very nice, to devour your soul during an intimate moment." He leered at her, his long silver hair sweeping against her body, causing her to tremble.
"He's already done that," Ginny ground out harshly. His hands came to rest on her thighs and she flinched. "Let me go."
He leaned his forehead against hers and grinned heinously. "You're really very pretty, why must you tie yourself to one man entirely?" His hands went slowly to her hips as his lips fastened to her neck, her eyes falling shut immediately against her will.
"Stop..." she started to break inside.
"Would you like to know who it was that Kuro saw when you were with Severus?" Her eyes opened widely and she looked scared. "It was both of you. He devoted half of his time to protecting you and then you died. How noble of the man who is so cold and calculated, bitter and rigid, and a killer. Can you forgive him for that? Show him compassion? Mercy even? Does he really deserve to feel anything for the deaths that would soon be just a memory?"
A memory? Tom was a memory and he nearly destroyed me. She turned her head towards Draco. Will he be my end as well?
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The Great Hall looked bewitching as she entered it on Friday night; the tables had disappeared and there was a stage set where the High Table was normally placed, there were only a few people there at the moment, most of them gazed at her in awe. Ginny Weasley was dressed more like a Goddess then anything else; she wore a long white gown with a silver waistband constructed to look like a rope, hanging on either side of her body, though it was glued to look like it had been tied and those were just extendable pieces. Her long crimson hair was done very elegantly, she had braided the sides and tied them back, the rest spiraled down her shoulders. Before she had even sat down someone whispered, "You look ravishing," against her ear and she turned around. He was standing in black attire, complete with a long billowing cape and a white plastic mask drawn to hide his face. She would have recognized him whether or not he had taken off the black top hat he wore. "Would you like to dance?" he asked softly, barely sounding like himself. She nodded once and his arms went to her hips before he pulled her away from the Great Hall and out on to the grounds.
"What are you-?" he silenced her mouth with a kiss and backed her against the nearest tree.
"I never said we were dancing inside, Weasley."
"You can't do this, Draco. You can't make believe that everything is good when it isn't!"
"Why the fuck not?" He snarled and grasped her shoulders. He wanted to shake her, trottle her until her bloody neck snapped. Why couldn't she see that this was killing him too? "You have no right to make this about you. I broke up with you!" He held her at arms length now and she looked so sad. "I'm sorry. I never meant to-"
"Yes you did," Ginny cut him off savagely. "You meant to get close. You meant to make me fall for you. You meant to unravel me then destroy me."
She was gone before he even got another word in.
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Allowing the evil to take her would undo everything, erase his existance.
Was she really willing to take that risk after everything he'd done for her, even, to her?