A/N: This is next week's chapter because, I won't be here. This sums up Year Six, but it is not the end of the story! Year Seven will start as soon as I get back from Pennsylvannia. Enjoy, and drop me a review!

Disclaimer: To my everlasting shame and regret, I did not come up with this idea and my humble fanfics could never compare with JK Rowling's work.

WarnIng: Assault, attempted murder, evil dark wizards, you know the drill.

Draco had waited an extra fifteen minutes at the Three Broomsticks, figuring that they had been distracted by friends or shopping, but now he was worried. Ginny wouldn't keep him waiting like this. He tossed change on the table and followed the rest of the Hogwarts crew outside looking for the distinctive flash of red hair. Nothing.

A flash of white blonde hair caught his eye, and he fought his way to Zonkos. Inside Carrie was flirting with Dennis Creevey. He interrupted. "Carrie, where have you been? I've been waiting for half an hour!" His relief was short lived as he realized that Ginny wasn't with her. "Where's Ginny?"

She looked at him puzzled. "I don't know. I haven't seen her since breakfast."

"You were with her at lunch. We made plans to meet at the Three Broomsticks after she finished tutoring Longbottom."

"What are you talking about? Draco, I haven't seen either of you since breakfast." Carrie looked frightened. "I've been in Hogsmeade all day with Dennis."

"But you were there at lunch."

"It wasn't me!"

Draco stared at her. Her hair was wavy blonde and shoulder length the way he had seen her at breakfast, but at lunch . . . it had been waist length and straight. "Damn it! He turned one of them!"

Carrie's blue eyes widened. "Annie and Bethy?"

The vampire threw her head back and laughed. "You are smart. Not enough to have saved your skin, but still. You're right. I'm not Carrie."

"Bethy."

"Elizabeth!" the girl snapped before forcing herself to relax. "Lucky guess though. Most would have said Annie. After all this was her thing. She wanted so badly to be a vampire, thought it was so cool. Found out about the club in a chatroom. Begged me to make ID's so we could get in. Carrie followed us blindly. Just liked dressing up."

"She's only twelve."

"Yeah, but she's still a baby. Adorable little Carrie, everyone's pet. And Annie was the leader, strong and in charge."

"And everyone overlooked you. I know the feeling."

"Yeah right. You're Ginny Weasley, youngest of seven. You could identify with Carrie maybe, but not me."

"I've always been overlooked. Bill and Percy were Head Boy. Charlie was Captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team. The twins were always in trouble and Ron's best friends with Harry Potter, the-bloody-boy-who-lived. How can I compete with that?"

"By dating your families worst enemy. Bet no one had done that yet."

"No, but I'm glad I did. It's nice to have a boyfriend who wouldn't sacrifice my life for a piece of jewelry intended for the girl he obsesses over."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. "I don't want you to talk any more. Get dressed in the dress in the bathroom, and wait for me to return."

Draco was pacing. I wish Blaise was here. But Blaise had not returned to school after the break. In fact, Carrie and Draco were the only Slytherins remaining at the school. The rest must have made the decision to be deatheaters. Finally he turned back to the two younger kids. "Creevey, go find the Dream Team."

"They went home because of something secret."

"Damn. Take Carrie back up to the school. Don't leave Gryffindor Tower. Either of you." He apparated into the kitchen of #12 Grimmauld Place. The Dream Team wasn't there, but Percy sat at the table. He would have groaned at his rotten luck, if he wasn't in such a hurry. "I need to see Potter. Now."

"No. I won't betray him to a Malfoy."

"I need help. Where is Potter?" Percy sneered at him. "If I wanted to hurt Potter, I bloody well would have done it six years ago when he offended me in front of the entire year. Your sister is missing! Now where is Potter or Dumbledore?"

Percy had gone white. "You're lying!"

"No! I'm telling you the ruddy truth! I need to see Potter, Granger, Weasley, or Dumbledore!"

Bill entered. "Thought I recognized the voice. Do you need something, Draco?"

"Ginny is missing."

"Harry! Ron! Get everyone in here now!" Bill shouted down the hall. "Sit down, Malfoy. Percy, go upstairs and get Mum."

"But he's a Mal-"

"Now!"

"On it."

Ginny stared in horror at her reflection. Not because of the way she looked, but because she was the only one in the mirror, despite the fact that Elizabeth stood just to her right, adjusting the sash to the sleeveless white dress, Ginny wore. It was very low necked, allowing everyone to see the amulet that controlled her. Elizabeth had swept her hair up so that it wouldn't get in the way of the knife. She had taken great delight in describing the ceremony to her in horrific detail after ordering her silence. Finally Elizabeth deemed her ready. She led her to a chair and left her there. She was sitting there when Lucas entered.

He cleared his throat. "Beautiful." She was unable to speak, but her eyes clearly said what she thought of him and his compliment. He laughed. "You express yourself so clearly without a single word. An art in itself. Stand." Reluctantly, she obeyed. "Don't fight me." He closed the distance between them and slammed his mouth down on hers, shoving her against the wall. Tears coursed down her face, as he pulled her to him and tried untying the sash.

"Reductor!" The curse slammed Ginny into the wall, before dropping her to the floor, but thankfully it took Lucas off her as he got the same treatment. "Leaver her alone, boy. Her blood must be pure for the potion to work." Voldemort was displeased. "Crucio!" He only punished Lucas for a minute before dragging him from the room. "Narcissa, care for Ginevra."

"Of course, Master." Ginny heard this and allowed herself to fall into the blackness.

Draco stepped out of the fireplace in his old bedroom. It was dark and the rainstorm did nothing to lighten the mood. He made his way towards the door, but tripped over the lump of fur that wound around his ankles. "Blasted cat!" he muttered, moving to his knees.

"Draco?"

Draco was on his feet, wand drawn, before the other boy emerged from the shadows. "Raise the alarm and I'll curse you into the next century, Zabini."

"I won't. I'm on your side. I've been waiting for you."

"How'd you know I'd come?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "They kidnapped Ginny. Of course you'd come. We have to rescue her."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"I'm your friend, Draco. Just trust me."

Draco shoved his wand back into his pocket. "Where is she?"

"In her room from last time, but you don't stand a chance of getting her out now."

"You got a better idea?"

"Depends. What are our assets?"

"Me and you inside the house. About 30 people outside ready to attack once I've got Ginny to provide a distraction for our escape. Our wands, Ginny's wand and our brains."

"The two brightest students Slytherin's ever seen and a single brain between us," Blaise joked. All right. He-who-must-not-be-named is brewing a rare invulnerability potion. He and the top fourteen of his inner circle are brewing it in the ballroom. He has to add the blood of a pure red headed witch at the stroke of midnight. It has to be spilled by a new ally. That's supposed to be Lucas, but You-Know-Who is very upset with him, for attacking Ginny."

"What!"

"She's safe. I saw where he was going and snitched to You-Know-Who. He punished Lucas for his attempt, and won't allow harm to come to her before midnight. I think if I ask to do it to prove my desire for the Dark Mark, he may give me permission."

"And that'll help us how?"

"I'll be able to get that charming necklace off her so she has free will to use her wand which I'll smuggle to her. But you'll have to call in your army a little early. That way You-Know-Who will send the deatheaters away. Less people for us two to fight off."

"But we still have Voldemort to deal with."

"He doesn't know you're here. Hit him from behind with a spell."

"That might work. We have ten minutes. Lets get going."

"Wait a minute. I have a confession to make. I fell in love with Ginny. When she first started hanging out with us. I'm sorry."

Draco stared in confusion at his best friend. Blaise loved Ginny. Blaise was a loyal friend who never doubted their friendship and helped him protect Ginny. Blaise kept his secret from getting to the deatheaters too soon. "You should have said something. It was all a lie. She was just my partner."

"I know. I overheard you two talking after that, uh, drinking contest."

Draco was now even more confused. "Then why didn't you say something? You could have had her."

"I'm your friend. I see the way you two are together. I knew you loved her before you did. I've never seen two people try to deny it for as long as you did, but I've never seen two people who were so right for each other. You two are happy. I don't want that to change. And if You-Know-Who kills all of us tonight, then I'll come back and haunt him for it. So with that promising thought in mind, let's go wreak some havoc, okay?"

"Sounds like fun. Let's go."

Ginny was led from her room by Narcissa. They had erected some form of a dais in the middle of the ballroom. She was shoved up the steps roughly by Lucas and ordered to kneel.

"Master! Dumbledore leads an army on the manor!"

"Take the senior deatheaters and hold them off. As soon as Snape finishes the potion, I will join you." As the deatheaters hurried to obey, he turned back to her. "Go ahead, Blaise. Kill her and I shall give you the mark."

Ginny's heart sank and three words ripped from her mouth despite the magic force that bound her. "I trusted you!"

"I know." She felt something shoved into her hands. Her wand. He brought the knife around as if to slit her throat as Voldemort ordered. Instead it yanked the chain, snapping it and dropping the amulet into the cauldron.

"Stupid boy! Do you realize-" Voldemort never finished his rant as he began to morph. Seconds later, a round coffee table sat in his place and Draco stood just behind it.

"Stupefy." Snape fell backward off the dais. 'Blaise, Ginny, move!" Ginny swung her head back. The potion had turned green and begun to boil over, melting away the cauldron. Ginny leapt off the dais crashing into Lucas. As he struggled to his feet, she hexed him, leaving him on the stone floor fighting the flapping wings that kept attacking. "Don't relish being in his shoes. I remember what that's like."

"Draco!" Ginny flung her arms around his neck. "I love you!"

"How touching," Elizabeth sneered. "I-AHH!"

"Good bye, big sister." Carrie wrenched the stake from her sister's chest.

"Carrie, I told you to stay at Hogwarts."

"Didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?"

"Save the touching reunion, kids. We've gotta go. They're coming!" Blaise grabbed Carrie and pulled her up the stairs. Draco and Ginny followed. "Draco's room. Out the window. I rigged a rope earlier."

Draco grabbed the rope and swung himself over the ledge. "Come on, Carrie!" Ginny helped Carrie over the ledge passing her down to Draco.

Blaise shoved the cat into her arms. "Take Dragon Bait and go!" He lifted her out the window as Lucius burst into the room. "Go!"

"Petrify!"

Ginny gasped as Blaise froze but obediently slid down the rope. Seconds later Lucius swore and Bellatrix fell screaming and thrashing from the window. There was a loud thump, but Ginny never got a chance to look at her or back up at Blaise, because Draco caught her and shoved her towards the retreating order. "We'll come back for him, Ginny!" Once off the property, he disapparated pulling her with him, as Bill took Carrie.

"Let me get this straight! You turned the most powerful dark wizard of all time into a coffee table?" Harry scoffed.

"Yeah! It was the only nonverbal transfiguration spell I could think of off the top of my head. It'll wear off sooner or later though and I'd hate to be the first one he sees when it does."

"Wow, that's more incredible than when Harry was almost caught stealing Lestrange's diary," Ron gasped.

"Almost caught? You stepped on my foot!" Draco laughed.

"By the forty-second telling, Goyle was breathing down his neck, as he escaped," Hermione confided.

"The crew laughed at Harry's expense and Draco wrapped his arm around Ginny's shoulders. Her head rested on his shoulder and she was almost asleep. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Carrie standing off to the side, clutching her suitcase. "Luv, I'm going to go say good-bye to Carrie."

"I'm coming with." He helped her up, and they walked over to Carrie. "Bye, Carro."

"Bye, Ginny. Dumbledore said I could write. My parents are taking me to America until this is all over."

"Salem's a good school. You'll be okay. Show them what Hogwarts is made of." Draco ruffled her hair.

"Of course I will," Carrie smirked. "I'm a Slytherin."

"Right. Bye, Draco." She joined her parents at the fire. "Good-bye."

Draco and Ginny waved as she left. Ginny leaned against him. "I'd say if all that we won through this lousy year was the right for her to go to school and stand apart from her sisters it was well worth it."

"That's not all we won."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Illuminate me."

"We prevented Voldemort from becoming invincible, hexed Lucas, and I don't know about you, but I rescued something priceless tonight."

"And what would that be, Draco Malfoy?"

"Dragon Bait." She socked him. "Oww. I was kidding. You know I meant you."

"But it's nice to hear it."

"I know. I love you." He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers.

"Malfoy! Just because you're the hero of the hour doesn't mean I'm gonna let you snog my sister!"

Draco pulled back reluctantly. "Some privacy would be nice."

"Now that Kreacher's gone the boiler room is free."

"Race you."

"You're on."

A/N: This is not the end! This is only the end of Year Six. Year Seven begins next chapter!