Don't Kill Me Tonight

Artist: Di-rect

I would die if you left me

Drowning in sorrow

Baby don't kill me tonight

Would you hold on to me girl?

Chapter three: Mistakes and Prices

Draco decided to stay away from the little Weasley. He knew it wouldn't be easy but he had to. She made him confused, she made him care for her and he wasn't used to that. He had never cared for anyone but himself.

It had been almost a week since he had kissed Ginny in the Astronomy tower. He saw her in the Great Hall and he could feel her gaze on him when he wasn't looking. He was used to see her and Blaise talking and hagging around. The only thing he wasn't used to was the tightening in his heart every time he saw those two.

He had spent the last week with Pansy. She would go to his bedroom every night to have a little snogging or sometimes a little more. But every time Draco kissed Pansy, Ginny would appear in his mind, every time he was having sex with Pansy he would imagine her to be Ginny.

That Saturday morning wasn't different. He was having breakfast, Pansy was by his side talking about something he really wasn't interested in. Blaise was walking towards the Gryffindor's table smiling to Ginny and receiving deadly glares from her brother. Draco turned his attention to Pansy that was touching his left arm.

'What?' he asked.

'The Daily Prophet has arrived!' she said. Draco looked at the owl standing in front of him. He took the newspaper and put it his lap.

'Aren't you going to read it?'

'Later!' he wasn't in the mood to read about another Death Eaters attack or theories of how would the Chosen One defeat Lord Voldemort.

'May I read it then?'

'Sure!' he said throwing it to Pansy.

'Draco I think you should see this!' Pansy had been reading for a couple of minutes.

'What is it?' Draco took the newspaper out of her hands and saw the Headlines

Malfoy's Breakout

Lucius Malfoy, arrested two years ago due his deals with the Dark Lord, disappeared mysteriously from Azkabban last night. The Death Eater had the highest security and the ministry cannot explain how he escaped...bla...bla

'It was almost impossible for him to get out of there! There was enchantments and Aurors all over his cell! It looks like he vanished in air!' Anthony Shells, the responsible for security in Azkabban declared...bla...bla

The only thing Aurors found in the empty cell was a silver ring.

Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius' wife has been submitted to an interrogation but the Death Eater's location is far from being known...

The Daily Prophet has no doubts about Malfoy's location. The dedicated follower of the One-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has certainly taken his place has the Dark Lord's right hand and is once again terrorizing and murdering innocent people...

Draco closed the newspaper and had headed to his bedroom with Pansy following him asking if he was alright. When he got to his bedroom door he turned to face the girl.

'Pansy I really need to be alone!' he said before getting inside and closing the door in her face. He laid in his bed thinking about what he had read. What did the Daily Prophet know about the Death Eaters? He was sure his father was not even close to the Dark Lord. Lucius had made a big mistake and mistakes were not easily forgiven especially the kind of mistakes he had done. Draco closed his eyes trying to figure out how his father had escaped and where would he be by now. Maybe he had run to another country like Karkarof had done but Karkarof hadn't been smart enough and had died about a year after his last appearance. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a crow passing in his window. He opened his eyes and got up. He knew that sound. It had been no crow, it was a message he didn't want to get in that moment. He looked to the small silver box over his desk. For most of the time the box was dark but now there was something inside it therefor, the box had turned silver. He opened the box and found a small paper with the message: Kenneth. Tomorrow night. And has soon as he had read it, it burned. He looked outside. The sky was dark Grey, covered with clouds. Drops of water were hitting his window with such a strength he wondered if it was going to break. He was hoping the rain to stop tomorrow. He had Quidditch game against Hufflepuff Sunday morning. It was the first game of the year and they had to win. He would have to rest the whole day if he wanted to be ready for the following day. He knew Sunday would be a tiring day.

Draco headed to the Quidditch pitch before anyone else, fortunately the rain had stopped over the night. He had woken up early and had gone down to the kitchens to eat something. He sat in the Slytherin's changing room and close his eyes. He remembered Ginny's first detention and smiled.

He sat there for long hours before the game, thinking about his past, the days when he needn't to worry about anything else but to make fun of Potter, his present that was so confusing and his unknown future.

It was only when he heard footsteps outside that he left his thoughts and started dressing his Quidditch Robes. After making his speech and was sure his team had understood the importance of winning, they headed to the pitch. He glanced around to the yellow sea of Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors that were all supporting the Hufflepuffs. His eyes got caught in a pretty redhead and he was happy to see she wasn't wearing yellow. The Slytherins were on the other side of the grandstand and started cheering their team when they saw Draco and the rest of the Slytherin's Quidditch team. The Hufflepuffs came right after them. Draco shook hands with the Hufflepuff's Captain, bought teams got in their brooms and the game started.

Draco looked for the Snitch and the Hufflepuff's seeker did the same. The game had started about an hour before and Slytherins were winning eighty to sixty but Hufflepuff had two new good chasers and he knew that if he didn't find the Snitch as soon as possible the other team could easily win the match.

When the score got to a hundred to ninety to Hufflepuff, Draco was becoming a little desperate. His team mates gave him expecting glances every now and then but the small golden ball was nowhere to be seen.

After two hours and a half, the game was tie in a hundred and eighty. Bought teams were exhausted and still no sign of the Snitch. Draco saw one chaser from Hufflepuff heading to the goal post at all speed. He was going to score but then Draco saw it. The Snitch was sparkling over the Slytherin's Keeper. Draco held his Firebolt with more strength and flew as fast as the broom could, overtaking the chaser and got the Snitch a few seconds before the Quaffle pass through the Goal Post.

The Slytherins applauded and scram. Hufflepuffs were disappointed. Their seeker hadn't even noticed what was happening until Madam Hooch blew the whistle. Draco gave the Snitch to Madam Hooch and walked towards the changing room. After changing and congratulating his team, he headed to the Owlery. He found Orcus eating a mouse. He waited for the owl to finish eating while he read the note again.

Nine O'clock. Love, Draco

It was always the same vague words, only the time would change. After tying the small piece of parchment to the owl and telling Orcus to give it to his mother, he stood at the window watching the dark bird disappear on the Horizon.

It was already dark when he got back to his room. He walked towards the desk and grabbed a dusty dark book. Seconds later he was standing in a large bedroom decorated in black, silver and green shades. Over the round bed was a painting of a ten year old blond boy with silver eyes smirking and looking pleased with himself. Besides the almost empty desk and the large mirror in front of the bed, there was a Grey trunk and a green velvet lined chair. Over the desk were seven Dark Art books he had read over the Summer. He was back again to his bedroom in the Malfoy Manor. Lying on the bed was a black mask and robes in the same color. He pulled his school robes off and dressed his black Death Eater robes. Before putting his mask on, he stood in front of the mirror wondering if that was what he really wanted to do. He had been doing this for a year now. Every time he had to kill someone he would stand there thinking if it was really worth it.

"Of course it is! A world without Muggles, Mud-bloods and Blood Traitors is a perfect world!' a strong voice, that sounded like his father's, said inside his head.

"But why risk your life for that? Why fight for perfection if you probably won't be alive to enjoy it? Maybe this world is not perfect but isn't it acceptable?" another voice, similar to his mother's told him from a corner of his mind.

But, as always he put his silver ring on his finger, taking a few moments looking at it remembering his father and the recent news of his breakout. He also put the mask over his face and disapparated. He looked at the house standing in front of him. The moon was shining in the sky and the trees were moving with the icy wind. He heard a howl somewhere in the forest surrounding the village. He took a deep breath and walked towards the door.

'Alohomora!' the door burst open and he heard a scream, similar to many others he was used to hear when he was dressed like that.

'Avada Kedavra!' he said when a small and thin woman with dark hair and skin started running to go upstairs. He felt the same weird agony that seem to crush is lungs every time he cast that curse but at the same time a feeling of endless power and evilness ran in his veins. The woman fell down the stairs, lifeless. He heard a baby cry and steps upstairs. He stepped over the dead woman's body and ran to the floor above. The baby was still crying but not so loud. Draco followed the sound and kicked the door open.

A dark man was by the cot trying to calm down the baby. When he heard the door open he turned around and lifted his wand pointing it at Draco.

'Avada Kedavra!' and again the same same agony seemed to crush his lungs and the same addicting adrenaline ran in his veins. The dead men fell on the floor. Draco got near the cot where he saw a baby girl with no more than a year old. Draco looked deep into the girl's brown crying eyes and the sobs stopped. He knew what he had to do. He rose his wand and directed it to the baby's heart.

'Pax Pacis Dormito' the baby closed her eyes and her features got softer with the peaceful sleeping spell.

Draco knew he had made a big mistake when he stepped out of the house. He was suppose to kill the whole family, except the boy who was still in Hogwarts.

'Morsmordre!' a green smoke erupted from his wand and became a big green and shining skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth when it got higher. Draco closed his eyes and disapparated.

The following morning he woke up feeling the same adrenaline and excitement from the previous night running through his body. He looked around feeling a little dizzy and his heart almost stopped when he saw that the dark box had turned silver again. He now remembered what had awaken him: the sound of a crow.

He got up and opened it.

Tonight, Forbidden Forest. Eleven o'clock.

He closed his eyes and could feel the tension filling the school has the news arrived.

Draco left his room at eleven not caring if he would get late. The night was dark and cold, the sky was covered with Grey clouds and a few drops of rain were falling. When he reached the entrance of the Forbidden forest he saw three dark figures waiting in the shadows.

'My dear nephew!' Belatrix Lestrange's voice entered his ears.

"Not her!" was the only thing that crossed his mind.

'My dear aunt!' he replied.

'You made a mistake Draco! Master is really upset with you!'

Draco quivered but not enough for Belatrix to notice.

'And you know what happens when he gets upset!' she said in a icy voice. 'You'll have to pay the price for such a mistake! Unfortunately I will have to punish you!'

'That's a very difficult task for you isn't it?' Draco said sarcastically.

'Don't talk to me like that dear nephew! Your life is in my hands so is the time you will suffer! I can make it quick and in a way that makes you forget this night or I can make you suffer for so long and so much you will be begging in thirty minutes and I can leave some marks so that you remember this night for ever!'

'I'm not afraid!' he said.

'As you wish Draco! Hold him!' the other two Death Eaters held Draco by his arms while Belatrix took a knife from her pocket. 'Do you know what this is?' she asked.

'A muggles' knife?'

'Very good! Fifty cuts to the Slytherin's Head Boy!' she said in girlish and joyful voice. 'But this is not just a simple knife! This knife as a very interesting spell! The cuts made by this knife will bleed for three weeks without stopping and there is nothing you can do to avoid the blood from coming out of your perfect soft skin! Unfortunately it won't kill you!' her voice became colder and more dangerous.

Draco could see her eyes shining with pleasure. Belatrix had never liked him or his mother. She had been in love with his father but Lucius preferred Narcissa. Since then Belatrix had done everything she could to punish the Malfoys in a very subtle way. She would pretend to be friendly with his mother but he knew she hated her. She got closer to his face, he could feel the cold metal against it.

'Don't worry dear nephew I wont damage your beautiful pale face!' she said very slowly tasting every moment but Draco knew she wouldn't hold herself for too long. And he was right, in a second she had drowned the knife in his abdomen.

'Ops! Slipped my hand! I have to be a little more careful!' she said making small cuts over his torso. They were not too deep but they were deep enough to make him bleed and almost cry with pain. But he wasn't going to give her that pleasure. He was not going to scream or even blink. He would just look into her eyes and hold his screams.

'Turn him around!' the two Death Eaters turned Draco. 'It's almost over honey!' she laughed. Draco felt the cold metal of the knife cutting his back in diagonal from the top right to the bottom left and then from the top left to the bottom right making a big X in his back. 'There! See it wasn't that bad! Just about fifty that won't heal until the the next three weeks but don't worry the scars won't be too ugly!'

'Good! Wouldn't like to be compared to Harry Scar head Potter!' he said trying to remain on his feet after the Death Eaters had freed him.

'Don't worry about that! At least you are in the right side!' she said. Draco smiled and turned.

"You will be sorry one day dear aunt!" he thought walking towards the the castle. The wounds were bleeding without stopping and he was feeling too weak to stand. He couldn't see right. It looked like everything was zooming around him. He fell and his knees and hands hit the floor. He turned, laid on his back and closed his eyes. In that moment he wouldn't care if he died, at least the pain would go away.

"Why do I feel like this? Why do I feel so sad and alone? It's not like I'm in love with him or something! Or am I? I can't be in love with Malfoy! His father almost got me killed! He is a prat, a selfish, annoying, gorgeous, stupid git! Stop it Virginia, the gorgeous part blew your reasoning!" Ginny had been flying over the Quidditch pitch for almost three hours, trying to clear her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy. It was becoming an obsession. She landed and sat in the grass feeling the rain falling in her face. She stood there for several minutes but decided to get to her dorm or she would get a cold or something. She decided to leave her broom in the Gryffindor's changing room and then headed towards the castle.

'Malfoy!' a girl's voice said. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful redhead looking at him. 'What happened?'

'Nothing! I'm fine!' he said forcing himself to stand up.

'You are covered with cuts and blood and you say nothing happened and that you are fine?' Ginny said with concern. He smiled at her. Ginny's eyes widened. Draco Malfoy was smiling, not smirking but a beautiful and genuine smile.

'Worried about me Weasley?' he saw her big brown eyes looking inside his Grey one's. Maybe he had already died and was in heaven.

'Of course I'm worried! You can be an arrogant bastard but you are human and...' she wouldn't dare to say it. Not to him not to anyone. She would never tell anyone she loved Draco Malfoy. 'Let me help you!' she said holding him by his waist.

'If you wanted to hold me this hard you could have asked!' he murmured smiling.

'You insolent...' but her voice faded away when she saw the sparkles in his eyes. What was happening to him. He was smiling and looking at her like she was special.

'Tell me! What were you doing in the grounds?'

'I've been flying! And what about you? How the hell did you got this wounds?'

'Forbidden Forest!' He said. It wasn't a lie because it had been in the forbidden forest that his dear aunt had done that to him.

'What were you doing there?'

'Ginny, just forget it, alright?'

'I can't...' she stopped realizing what he had called her 'You called me Ginny!'

'Isn't that what everyone calls you?'

'Everyone but you! You prefer Weasley or even better Weasel!'

'No! Weasel is just for your brother!'

'You have called me Weasel!'

'Not lately, have I?'

Ginny thought for a few moments while they entered the castle. He was right, he hadn't called her Weasel for quite a long time. She wondered why was that. It looked like Draco heard her thoughts.

'Wondering why I haven't called you Weasel, Ginny? Me too!' he smiled again. Ginny was confused. The person she was holding couldn't be Draco Malfoy. That was not the Draco she knew but she couldn't say she didn't like it. 'The thing is... I think I like you Ginny!'

Draco saw her eyes widening and staring at him. He must have been crazy. He had told her he liked her. Maybe it was because of the wounds. Maybe the pain he was feeling stopped him from thinking normally. Maybe that was it.

'Why are you saying this Malfoy? Why are you lying? Is it because you need my help? Don't worry, I will help you, no need for lies!' she said looking to the floor.

'I'm not lying! And why are you helping me?' he could see sadness in her eyes when she looked up.

'Because... I'm not like you! I do things for people without expecting them to return the favor! I help people just because they need it!' "Yeah, sure and my name is Hurgh, the fool! I'm doing this because I love you!" she thought looking at him noticing disappointment in his eyes. No it couldn't be, she was imagining things or maybe who did those cuts on his body had hit him on the head. That was it, someone had hit him hard on the head.

'You probably won't believe me but I really like you!' Ginny did not know what to say to this. They went all the way to his bedroom in silence.

'Medusa's heart!' he whispered and they got in his room. Ginny helped him lying on his bed.

'I think you need to sleep and tomorrow you should visit Madam Pomfrey!' she said.

'I can't! I won't get myself to sleep, neither will I go to Madam Pomfrey! There's nothing she can do to heal these wounds! No one can heal these wounds!' he said trying to get up.

'Rest! You need to rest! Tomorrow you will be better! Have a sleep! I will leave you alone so that you can rest in peace!' she forced him to lay down then turned and headed to the door.

'Don't go!' he said getting out of the bed and holding her wrist gently. Ginny looked at him. 'Please, don't go! I need you tonight!' and he really meant it. She could see it in his eyes he needed her right now. He leaned closer to her and kissed her. The kiss was so tender and magic she wasn't sure it was happening. She felt her hands holding him by his neck, bringing him closer.

'I love you Gin! And I want you to be mine tonight!' he said hoarsely.

'I love you too!' she whispered in his hear. She loved him and she wanted him too. Maybe he wasn't the stupid selfish boy she always thought he was. Maybe he really was the one for her.

He smiled against her neck and started to strip her robes very slowly, teasing her every now and then. He looked at her, admiring her naked body, wearing just a silver necklace with an angel pendant. Something about the necklace got his eyes for several moments.

She gasped when he touched her nipples with his tongue not even realizing he had his hands in her neck. He was torturing her with pleasure. But she knew how to play that game. She pushed him to the bed. He fell with his back and looked at her with surprise. She took his robes off carefully not to hurt him. Now they were bought naked. Ginny started kissing his wounds, tasting his blood. She felt excited and scared at the same time. All that scene was erotic but sadist. She could see pleasure mixed with pain in his eyes and felt excited by that. She covered his lips with her bloody ones.

Draco forgot the pain in that instant. Just knowing that Ginny was there with him made him feel like there was nothing in the world that could hurt him. He rolled over her so that she was under him. He slowly started getting into her.

Ginny held the sheets with such strength they were torn apart. The pain she felt was so intense she almost scram. Draco stopped when he saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

'You can move now!' she said moments later, when the pain was becoming weaker. Draco moved slowly at first but he couldn't take it and started to get faster and faster but always trying not to hurt her. Ginny's pain was soon replaced by an unknown pleasure and she came within minutes. Draco reached the edge short after and rested lightly his body over hers trying to catch his breath. He then got off her and laid on the bed next to Ginny, holding her in his arms, feeling her breath brushing his wounded chest.

He woke up the next morning with pain all over his body. He saw the sheets covered with blood and a girl beside him covered in the same dark red liquid. For terrorizing moments he thought she was dead, the he had probably killed her, like he had done in his dreams to so many people, but her pale chest was lifting up and going down in a perfect repetition. He realized the blood was his. The memories of the previous night filled his head. The punishment, Ginny's help and the moments they spent in his room.

The sound of a crow took him back to the present time. He instinctively looked at the silver box. He got up. His naked body covered with blood and wounds made the short journey a little painful. He opened the box and read the message:

Virginia Weasley. Bring her to me.

Draco froze while the message burned in his hand. Ginny was his next mission.

'Draco!' Ginny's voice broke the frozen state he was and brought him back to reality. Hearing her voice made him realize he couldn't do what he was asked neither could he be around Ginny anymore. If anyone found out about his feelings for her she would be in bigger danger. He had to stay away from her but at the same time keep her under his watch. He had to lie to her. He had to tell her he did not want her anymore even if that was painful he had to do it. He would not risk her life for him.

'Draco! Is everything alright?'

He turned around and saw concern in her eyes. This was going to be harder than he had imagined.

'No!' he said.

'What's happening?'

'You're still here! Look Weasley, thanks for helping me and let me tell you I loved the night! Never expected you to be that naughty but when I wake up I like to find my bed empty to avoid moments like this when I have to tell the girl that I got what I wanted and don't need her anymore! Get it?' he smirked and for the first time it wasn't easy to do it, it was almost unnatural, as if he had never done it before. 'Don't get me wrong, you have a lot to offer but I'm not interested anymore! Maybe Potter is!'

Ginny could not believe her hears. She was almost crying. Draco had to force himself not to hug her. He had to keep this charade. He had to make her hate him and an idea got to him.

'And by the way, I want to show you my little secret!' he said sitting by her side on the bed 'Last night was more visible and I don't know how you didn't notice but I'm glad you didn't! Otherwise I wouldn't have had such a wonderful...uh...time!' he laughed and continued 'Anyway, here, take a look at this!' he showed her his left forearm and noticed the change of hr expression. She looked petrified with fear by the Grey mark in his skin.

She knew that Mark. It was already painful to know he had used her like a sexual toy and now she discovers she had lost her virginity with a Death Eater. She glared at the Mark for several minutes and then got up and dressed with her back to him. She didn't want to face his cold Grey eyes or his evil smirk but most of all she wanted to hide her tears.

But Draco wasn't smirking, he was looking at her with a sad expression. He believed there was a price for everything and this was the price he had to pay for being a Death Eater.

Ginny ran towards her dorm not paying attention to the many students asking if she was alright.

"How could I have been so stupid?" she thought, passing through the fat lady's hole. "How could I have let him play with me like that? How could I have made such a big mistake? Stupid, stupid! Here you are, your heart is broken, your soul is crying, you can hardly breath and you can barely hang on!Well done Virginia! That's the price you have to pay for falling in love with a Malfoy!"

Behind these hazel eyes

Artist: Kelly Clarkson

Here I am

Once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it

Can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me then spit me out

For hating you I blame myself

Seeing you it kills me now

No I don't cry on the outside

ANYMORE!

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Sorry I took so long but I've been traveling, I still am, just stopped by a Cyber Cafe to post this Chapter! I'm sorry, I can't answer the wonderful reviews but I really don't have much time! I haven't a beta reader just yet, though some people offered to but I promise I'll get one as soon as I get back! Thanks for the reviews!

I've just finished reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and my story is just completely different, I guess I'll just finish this one has I had imagined it... I know now that Blaise would never touch a blood traitor but when I started writing this story I was starting to read the Order of the Phoenix a long time ago.. lol.. of course I changed a few stuff after finishing reading the Order but I couldn't change it all so I just made Ginny a bit of a coward..sorry for that! It took me a few months to have the courage to post this story!

I loved the Half-Blood Prince but I was expecting a different ending... I can't wait for the 7th book!

Well it's all for now and once again...thank you!

PS: By the way..I decided to insert some lyrics of musics I like and that inspired me a bit...hope you like it! )