Chapter Seventeen:
(A/N. Hello everyone! Well if your also reading the sequel to Tale the reason for the lack of update is cuz Im at home and I don't have the file since its at school. Sorry! Anyway, here's the new chapter. Sorry it took so long! REVIEW!)
Hidden beneath the stands, Draco had watched Virginia fly, waiting patiently until it was her turn. He clapped softly as he observed her compete a series of twists and turns on her broomstick, evading all of the defendants and scoring a wonderful goal. He saw the boy with the camera clicking away wildly and wondered if he could bully the boy into giving him a copy of the pictures. Virginia looked so beautiful when she was flying. High up in the sky, like a goddess returning to the heavens were she lived.
"Blimey, I'm becoming a bloody Nancy boy." He muttered to himself but his eyes never left Virginia's lithe figure. He saw how her hair flowed out behind her and wondered if it felt as silky as it looked. Then slapped himself mentally for the thought. She landed and Draco glared at Harry as he ran up to her. "Bloody git." Draco mumbled as if the boy-who-lived could hear him. He easily read the brunet's lips.
"Congratulations, Ginny. You're in." Harry was saying. Virginia's back was to him but he could imagine the expression of excitement on her face.
"Chaser." Harry continued, probably in answer to something Virginia had asked. Draco turned and walked away before somebody caught him and accused him of spying on the team. Since he couldn't very well tell them he'd been watching a Muggle-loving Weasley he'd have landed himself another detention. Not that he had minded the first two. He cursed himself, what was he doing thinking these things? He was a Malfoy for god's sake! So Virginia was now on the Gryffindor team, that meant she would be playing against him. He pictured her face when he told her, and he smirked.
"Bring it on." He told her, even though she wasn't there. Later he would tell the real Virginia Weasley.
Lucius Malfoy stood straight, an intimidating figure with too much arrogance and pride. The small cave in which he stood hadn't changed since the last time he'd glanced around. Cold stones dripping with water and roots curling out of the walls. At the centre of the cave, was a ring of chalk; a protective circle that kept everyone but Voldemort out. Lucius's eyes were fixed on the object the circle was protecting. An ebony crystal sitting on a silver pedestal that held the stone to the height of Lucius's thin waist. One of five, the crystals had been created by the ancient god of violence, storms, desert, destruction, and disorder. Set, the god of Chaos. His eternal battle with his brother Horus represented the battle of night and day, the conflict between good and evil. Of course, Set was the evil, just like the man that watched him now. They say a man is never truly evil, that some goodness lies within him, but Lucius Malfoy had no goodness. They were alike, the sliver haired man and the ancient Egyptian god. But of course, Lucius knew that they were not the same. He was a man, a mortal, a human. He needed to breath and he bled if cut. However he also knew that he and the god were kindred spirits with the same goal. Power and dominion over the world. Lucius continued to stare at the crystal. There was no light inside the crystal, it wasn't time yet. Soon, though. Soon Lucius would have the power he had always dreamed of. The power every Malfoy deserved. He knew that Dumbledore would die along with the nuisance Harry Potter. Voldemort would easily take over the world after that. No other wizard had the strength or ability to oppose him. As for Lucius, he would be right beside his Master, reaping the benefits of following the Dark Lord's path. Lucius would be powerful and the power was all he needed. Yes, power would soon be his and ridding the world of mudbloods and muggles was a pleasing bonus.
It had been exactly two weeks since Ginny became a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Since then, Draco and Ginny had been working together almost everyday in the library. Time flew by, and Ginny had realized that they fought much less frequently, most just banter and bickering. Ginny was starting to understand Transfigurations quite well now, but strangely, she wasn't looking forward to finishing her sessions with Draco. Not that she would ever admit it, but she had grown used to having Draco around and had started to like his company. At the moment, Ginny was in the Gryffindor changing room, swapping her normal clothes for some fold and scarlet Quidditch robes. She gazed at herself in the mirror and smiled proudly. She pulled on her borrowed Quidditch gloves and followed the team out. When she saw the other team, her smiled faded. The Slytherins, and of course with them was Draco. How she hated house rivalry. For her use during the games, she had been given a brand new Nimbus 2006 an excellent model for a chaser.
"Now, I want a nice clean game. Understood?" Madame Hooch said firmly. "Mount your brooms! Three…two…ONE!" She cried and they took off, fourteen brooms suddenly in the air. Seamus spiralled upward, the Slytherin chasers on his tail. Underneath them, Ginny circled around, waiting…waiting. There! Seamus had dropped the quaffle and Ginny caught it easily.
"One of the new team members, Virginia Weasley, and Seamus Finnigan pull off an excellent Porskoff Ploy." Dennis Creevey said excitedly into the megaphone. Ginny blocked out his voice and concentrated, zipping toward the Slytherin's bottom goal. At the last second, Ginny swerved and threw the quaffle into the top hoop. The crowd roared its approval and Ginny grinned and flew away. Next the Gryffindor chasers formed an arrowhead formation and flew together towards the goal posts. The Slytherin chasers stared at them as they drew neared and had to dodge out of the way. Ginny, Seamus and Natalie passed the quaffle between them but it was Ginny who scored, pumping the air in glee.
"Oi! Look at Harry!" Seamus called to Dean Thomas, the team's beater. Ginny saw Dean fly away and glanced over. One of the Slytherin beaters was chasing Harry around, hitting him with the bludger whenever he could. Dean was soon there, defending his team-mate. Ginny was turning back to the game when suddenly Adrian Pucey was hovering before her.
"Get out of my way." She hissed angrily after she had moved left only to be blocked by him once more. She glared at him fiercely. She was so caught up with trying to get passed the Slytherin chaser that she didn't see Crabbe and Goyle come up a couple of yards behind her. Nor did she see when they Dobblebeater defence, hitting the bludger at the exact same time for extra power. That's why she didn't dodge the bludger as it soared toward her head and when the bludger made contact, she had a moment to feel confused before everything went black and she felt herself falling…