Ginny Weasley was brooding, that was the only way to describe it as she moodily looked out the window. She was trapped and there was no way out. She was to stay here until Draco Malfoy was put down like he was some kind of dog. She looked back at the house she was confined to, number 12 Grimwauld Pl. Harry Potter was so protective of her, why couldn't he see her the same as he did Hermione? She wasn't much different from the other except in age and species. She could take Malfoy and she knew it. Oliver might be able to kill the silver blonde but she wanted to do it. She was the one who had to sacrifice her brother to the Death Eaters. She was the one who watched both her mother and her father die at the hands of those cursed snakes. She was the one who lost another brother to torture and the rest fighting on the front lines. It was amazing how much her family had changed, it was disappearing it seemed day by day. She growled low in her throat and threw her self away from the glass, going over to the kitchen and slamming the cabinets around for a while in frustration.
Harry Potter might be her intended husband but he was not going to treat her like a fragile little human. She pondered this for a while, the thought flowing through her mind slowly. Did Potter really think her a true human? All the old powerful wizarding families had some sort of magical species lurking in their backgrounds. The different species had been sympathetic to the wizards fighting against the mad man Lord Voldemort and had bonded with many of them producing offspring more powerful than any seen in centuries. But there was nothing like the love of her parents, her mother a true pureblooded elf who had falling desperately in love with her father, this was her heritage but no one knew about it. It was best kept secret, a secret above all secrets, Molly had even charmed her appearance so she wouldn't be noticed and never dropped them in fear that her children would be targeted if it was let out. She had always put her children first and had always protected them up until her dying day.
Ginny shook herself from those despairing thoughts and paced around the kitchen angrily. She had to do something, there was nothing like elven magic, even Oliver's ancient Atlantis magic was hard pressed to go up against her own. She looked over at the table and sighed. A neatly looking letter was folded there. She snatched it up and opened it, her Harry's scrawl instantly recognizable.
"I'm sorry for keeping you by yourself for so long my love but we are so close to revealing what Draco Malfoy truly is for we've already found out he can't be a veela as we all had thought before. We had hoped this would have been simple but it's getting more and more difficult but don't despair, love, soon he'll be gone forever and we can go back to planning our life together," Harry wrote, it was short and simple just like him. She snorted and let the parchment flutter back to the table. Harry was more enamored of her than she was of him anymore. She wasn't so optimistic about the future, sure Harry had done great things in the past but the man wasn't invincible. To think he valued her very human-ness so much. Of course he grew up around detestable muggles and knew the very scent of death, seeing so many others die around him. He wanted, no needed her to be perfectly human, perfectly mortal and normal. He valued her supposed fragility, she wanted to beat the crap out of him but she loved him too much also. No one knew and she swore an oath to her brothers that she wouldn't tell even Harry the golden boy Potter what she was.
Draco stared at the three generals and one boy savior that were lined up against him.
"Aw, it's so wonderful to find myself at a reunion but I'm sorry I don't remember that much from school. I was too busy getting tortured by my father and a fucked up maniac," Draco growled at them.
"Don't use the pity card Malfoy, doesn't work on us," Hermione held up her hand, fury blazing in her eyes.
"You know I once had a silly crush on you Granger but you know what? I thought it best to protect my soul," Draco shouted at the woman, she sneered back at him.
"Look Malfoy, don't make this any harder on yourself. Just back down and we promise to go easy on you," Harry spoke up, Draco raised an eyebrow.
"What do I get if I die? A lollipop? I know exactly what you'll do to me. You don't even know what I am so you'd rather kill me off than to find out. Yeah, I was the one who spread around all those Veela rumors because what I am doesn't hide itself very well especially when you didn't even know what you were to begin with. Don't worry Potter, I'm not taking a page out of your book, I know exactly who my parents are I just didn't know what they were," Draco hissed at the other.
"Let's kill him now before he spews out more junk," Hermione growled to Harry.
"Oliver I think it's time," Harry looked over at the tall Irishman.
"Let's see what you've got," Draco pulled out his wand, suddenly he didn't know what hit him. One moment he was readying a curse in his mind, the next he was watching the stars in all their tranquility above him before pain slammed him back into reality. He reached behind him, feeling his own blood pooling around his head as he lay on hard asphalt. He groaned and sat up slowly, feeling dizzy from the head injury, he slowly looked up as Oliver Wood and Potter came towards him.
"You're dead," He hissed low enough so the others didn't hear him at all. Suddenly Oliver cried out, flailing around, everyone watched him, shocked as he started to scream loudly.
"Stop it, STOP IT!" Harry screamed at him, Draco looked up at the other, distress and pain clearly etched on the other's face. Draco stopped the internal combustion eating at Oliver from the inside. Wood instantly fainted and collapsed to the ground, the two girls running up to him.
"Trust me Harry Potter I will find you and you better hope you have a better way of defeating me," Draco warned the other.
"If he dies there will be nothing to stop me from instantly killing you," Harry threatened back and apparated out of there with the rest, Draco suddenly smirked. How very stupid of them, didn't they know that apparition leaves a trace he can follow? That's why floo was so much more safe because you never left a trace for another to follow, there's billions of fires all over the globe that one could just plop into. He got up, following them.
When Draco landed his dizziness washed over him. Wood had given him quite an angry head wound. He lightly touched the healing wound at the back of his head. If he had been truly human, he would have instantly died as he hit the ground, hell if he was anything other than he was he would have been killed. No matter what kind of person you are, being slammed that hard into the ground still hurts a ton. Blood caked his silver tresses and he murmured a cleaning spell, fixing his hair nicely. He then stared at the magical building tucked inconspicuously between two bigger building. If he was a regular wizard he would have been blind to it but as it were, he could see it quite plainly. The numbers 12 were fashioned next to the door above the bell. He walked up to it and lightly rang it, smirking devilishly but he wasn't prepared for the site that greeted his eyes.
Ginny instantly recognized the man standing on the door stoop. She glared at him darkly until she inhaled to comment on him being here which stopped her up right short. She stood there in shock, the intoxicating scent jamming up her brain cells. She was at a complete loss on what to even think. Malfoy was smirking at her in the most alluring way or maybe she was misinterpreting that, maybe it was just smug triumph but it looked bloody gorgeous to her. Suddenly everything about him seemed utterly ravishing.
"Take a god damn snap shot Weaselet, it'll last a lot longer," he growled to her, she blinked then blinked again. She then slowly walked out and lightly shut the door behind her. Stepping out of the strong smell of the house behind her, Malfoy suddenly got a good smell of purely her. He frowned darkly, suddenly realizing what she was.
"You're…" he trailed off, she nodded, still staring at him. "Do they?" She shook her head in the vague question. "Why?" She shrugged.
"My mother wanted to protect us I guess," she murmured, suddenly ashamed but then she defiantly looked up at him.
"You hide to," she growled accusingly at him, he tilted his head to the side.
"I never really knew what I was until I was taken out of school and my father told me. Until then I was chained into hiding it. Why not tell them now?" He asked, a softness entering his voice. She looked slightly behind her at the closed door.
"An oath to my brothers and…for the love of a man I don't think I need anymore," she looked up at him, Draco took a step back suddenly.
"Don't tell me," Draco shook his head sharply.
"You smell divine," she let a look of pure pleasure cross her face, letting the glamour drop from her face only. The imperfections washed away and also the lingering baby fat that clung to all of the Weasley faces. Draco felt the first stirrings of desire run through him at the perfect face before him but he wrenched his eyes away from the sight she made, trying to control himself. Elves had the best control of course.
"Why make yourself look so ugly?" He asked, not looking at her.
"I don't think I looked ugly…just more human to blend in," she shrugged.
"I mixed in pretty well with out it," Draco snuck a peek at her again, she had put back up the glamour so she was more easy to look at for him. She snorted, shaking her head.
"You couldn't mix in even if you had put up a couple charms. No, you're just too different Malfoy," she let off a light chuckle, Draco had to take another step back from her, her smell was getting too intoxicating for him.
"Look…Weasley, what are you trying to accomplish here? Luring me into a false sense of trust just to kill me?" Draco crossed his arms over his chest in defiance. He was not going to show her how affected he was by her.
"Come on, I haven't been around one of my own kind before besides the ones in my family and trust me, I would never turn to incest just because I was horny," she grinned devilishly, Draco found it unbearably sexy even with the glamour up.
"Is your brother working as a spy?" Draco suddenly clung to the non sexual avenues that were trying to rapidly disappear from his mind.
"Ron? Yes, do you really think a half elf would let some snot nosed witch cow him? Now…why don't we go somewhere private and comfortable," she started, taking the two steps between him and letting her glamour completely drop, she was suddenly taller and had the most curvaceous, delicious body he had ever felt pressing up against him.
"You just want to kill me," Draco wrenched himself away from her, regretting it entirely too much, he was literally in pain from the lack of sudden contact with her. She grabbed his wrist attached to the hand that was running over his temple. Her touch felt like fire down his arm. He pulled completely away from her, rubbing frantically at his arm.
"Stay away from me," He growled.
"What do I have to do to convince you that I won't hurt you?" She cried, suddenly desperate, she felt the ecstasy and the pain from losing contact with him just the same.
"Look at you? Bleeding fucking…you're about to get married to that little imp in there-" He started, pointing past her to the house.
"He's nothing….nothing like you. You're a true elf, something that I thought I would never find. The only way my mother found my father was because she was exiled from the kingdom. Elves are perfect, they are perfect for each other," she pleaded, taking a step towards him but he shot her a warning look.
"You stay away from me," He growled at her one last time before disappearing. He could her parting scream at him.