A/N: Ha I was watching Chamber of Secrets, and saw the scene where Tom Riddle spells his name out. This whole time I thought Voldemort was spelled Voldermort. I think I spelled it wrong throughout the whole story. I hoped my BETA picked that up.

Anyway, Mandy is actually a character in the books, I didn't make her up. I kind of hate it when people suddenly introduce a character in their story and he/she becomes a main character that has all sorts of powers and stuff. But Mandy isn't really important to the story. Ooops maybe I shouldn't have said that.

Haha the ENDING of this chapter will seem really stupid to you, but I put that up for a reason :) It's more of a cliffie then you can imagine. Oh and thanks Meadow B. for the nice review :)

Fifteen: The Story of Draco Malfoy

He didn't want to tell her all this, but it was as if the words were just forcing itself out of his mouth. Although he knew what he was telling her was angering her, it felt good to finally be able to say it out loud. After so many years it was terrible how he had to keep such a large secret with him everywhere. Even the best of businessmen had to eventually confess their largest sins. However, they usually confessed to someone who was on their side, not someone who would be able to destroy them with the information.

"The next evening I was assigned to a witch's house. It was as if the Dark Lord knew that I was ready to do the worst of all unforgivables, for this time I was alone. I crept into the house around two or three in the morning and went into a room where I could hear some faint breathing," Ginny had caught her breath for his story was scaring her. He had killed somebody, a witch, and this was turning out to be one of the most horrifying stories she had ever heard, "I walked inside and saw a girl sitting on a rocking chair. I knew this was my moment to shine, my moment to show the Dark Lord I was someone that he needed."

Ginny couldn't believe it. How could killing a defenseless witch be something honorable? She assumed that maybe killing one of the greatest Aurors would be honorable. However, then again Voldemort knew nothing of love, and killing an innocent, unarmed girl would prove to Voldemort that a wizard was truly on his side. It would show that love and concern didn't matter. That idea itself made her want to gag.

"I was just three steps away from her and I took out my wand. She was sleeping on the chair, her head was bowed down, and I could hear a very faint snore. I pointed my wand at her and it was then that I realized who the girl was. She was somebody in Hogwarts. I paused for a moment, careful not to make any noise, trying to think whom this girl was. She looked very familiar. I noticed her freckles and brown sleek hair. She was one of the girls who used to follow me around pretending they weren't. Mandy Brocklehurst, a Ravenclaw in my year."

Ginny remembered that name. There was a large article on the front page of the Daily Prophet. The thing about her was that…, "I knew her! She was in my Arithmancy and Charms class in seventh year. I knew she once tried to ask me out to the Yule ball in fourth year, but of course I didn't find her attractive. Pansy wasn't very attractive either though…As these thoughts raced through my mind I knew there would be no way that I willingly could kill her. However, I had to do it. If I didn't the Dark Lord would never trust me. I closed my eyes and raised my wand again. It took me a few moments but the thought of the Dark Lord being pleased with me stayed deep in my mind. These thoughts were words of encouragement and they just kept being repeated over and over again until I was able to shout with all my strength Avada Kedavra.

'I felt the power of the spell go through my wand and it hit the body. The amount of magic that went through my wand had thoroughly drained me, and I knew now why Voldemort was so powerful. He could kill many at a single time without even looking tired, and I was exhausted from the magic. I almost felt like collapsing right there. However, the scream that I had heard was not that of a female. I opened my eyes and saw a man standing in the corner of the room dead. It was Crabbe Senior. An invisibility cloak covered half of his body; I still don't understand how he was able to obtain one. I had missed when I closed my eyes and instead of killing Mandy I had killed a Death Eater. My heart both bounced and dropped at the same time. I didn't have the will to look at the dead body of an old Hogwarts student. At the same time if I didn't kill her then I would be in trouble.

'My father suddenly stepped through the shadows with a very angry expression. The man had deceived me again! My father was very much alive. He was furious that I had missed and was afraid. I cowered under his authority over me and feared facing the Dark Lord. I apparated to the first place I could think of, which was the Hogs Head. I really don't know why I thought of one of the filthiest places in the wizarding world, but once I landed there I apparated again. To any place that came to my mind. I ended up at the wizarding border of England. I decided to stay there. I still had a business to maintain and every so often I would appear at my office to take a large stack of files. I did my work but when I apparated I always resided in a different direction. I had failed the Dark Lord and if I ever went up to him again I would only face my death," He finally paused and it was then that Ginny asked him a question.

"But in my fifth year you told Dumbledore that you didn't want to become a Death Eater! Why?"

"Yes I remember that. He called me to his office once and kept asking me strange questions. After the first ten I realized he was trying to figure out where my loyalties lied. I turned my answers around to make it look as if I did not want to be a Death Eater. I really had no desire to become one. All I wanted to do was make my father proud. I knew at that point I was on the losing side. If I had ever got the chance I would had switched sides. At the time he had called me I was already a Death Eater. I had seen what horrifying crimes they committed. I was terrified for I knew one mistake would lead me to my death. I think Dumbledore might have known I was a Death Eater, for he trusted me but never enough. He knew that I didn't want to be one nor could I use a killing curse on an innocent being."

He then continued on with his story, "I decided to wait for Potter to win, for every hero eventually wins against the villain. That is just a rule of history. Although I hated to admit it, I wanted Scarhead to defeat Voldemort. This idea augmented in my mind when I learned that the Dark Lord had both my parents killed. My father was finally dead, for why would the Dark Lord fake his death? The Ministry guessed that this was just another trick, but they found my mother's body a week later. A month later my father's body was discovered. This left Malfoy Manor to me. I wasn't even able to finish school at Hogwarts, but then again probably most seventh years haven't finished. We all obtained our certificates in the end.

'My Mark claimed me a Death Eater but my wand said Auror. I had betrayed both sides of the war. I wanted to survive, as I was the last surviving Malfoy. I couldn't let my pureblood status died. That is why I used the spell to get rid of the laceration on my arm. It had destroyed my father, killed my mother and it was ruining me. I hated mud-bloods but why go through all that trouble to end up dead and have even less purebloods in the world? I could just avoid the mud-bloods anyway, it wasn't as if we were going to combine the wizarding world and muggle world. This philosophy of mine prevented me from continuing my actions on the Dark Side or turn to the Aurors. I would not support either cause. I had the business to maintain, and I was hardly alone for after all being repeatedly named the World's favorite bachelor makes sure that a man is never alone."

Ginny really had to force herself from rolling her eyes. She was relieved. He hadn't done anything bad. He hadn't even killed an innocent or an Auror, he had done something that would actually bring merit to his name! Although it seemed as if in this position he could be lying she decided to believe him for now. When they would get off this island she would make sure they would use a pensieve for his trial. She would use hers too. Both Ginny and Draco had remained quiet for a long moment. Ginny was thinking whether or not to tell Harry, Ron, or Hermione while Draco was upset he had told her everything. He could always use an obliviate spell.

Hermione later came in to see what was happening. Ginny couldn't have spent such a long time with the spell. She came to tell Ginny that she needed to speak with her in private. It was something very important that she needed to discuss.

"Ginny there is something I have to tell you that has been bothering me for a very long time," she started. Ginny looked up at her with a concerned expression, "I….well….erm…the thing is…I…well the thing is that I…"

"Just say it Hermione there isn't anyone listening and I won't tell anybody. Trust me, after all we are great friends."

Hermione finally decided to say it all as quickly as possible, "I am madly in love with Draco Malfoy. I have been since we were in Hogwarts. You were right about liking the sort-of evil ones. Since we have been on this island I just can't imagine my luck. I've been pretending to hate him because of everybody else. No one would be happy if I confessed such a dirty secret. I really really love him. I keep watching him every instance I can. And when you tore off his shirt… I can't help myself Ginny… I love him."

Ginny couldn't tell whether going back in time to watch Malfoy confess he was a Death Eater who acted like an Auror or just listening to Hermione was crazier.

"What?" Ginny said astounded. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"It's true!" Hermione said sniffling.

Ginny popped her eyes open, she was almost in tears by all that emotion! It looked as if she had never told anyone in her life! It was a good thing too because everybody would attempt to do something.

"Well…erm…for how long?" Ginny asked.

"Since the end of sixth year. He is just beautiful!" Hermione had a dreamy quality to her voice, "Now that I have the chance I really really want to tell him. I think that in such a position he might say something," She was watching Ginny intently as if wanting to know her exact reaction.

"Well…then go ahead…uh it's your choice I can't stop you. But I warn you he is a Malfoy and he acts as if he hates you. You might not get the reaction you desire," Ginny said.

"I have to do it Ginny I really do. I need to see what happens. I sometimes feel so desperate that I…" she paused looking sheepishly at Ginny.

"That you what?"

"Don't tell anyone but I sometimes wish to make a love potion for him. Then he would love me back for certain."

"I can't believe this Hermione!" she said but then decided to change the subject, "Speaking of Malfoy…uh Draco… I think we should set up camp and move him to his bedroom."

"Oh I already told the boys of course. I think that I should tell Draco now." Hermione said walking back to where Malfoy was laying down.

However, when they found him he was sleeping so they decided to use a levitating charm to move him. The charm only worked for Ginny so she had to do it by herself. She was drained by the Dark Magic she had used but was happy that everything seemed to be fine. They moved him to his room and then waited for him to wake up.