All he had to do was kill her. Kill the girl with the red hair behind the table. He could feel the words forming on his lips. It was easy. Kill her now!
Wait. Why kill her? She is so pretty. Why does she need to die?
Kill the Weasley brat!
Weasley? I know that name! They've plagued me for years, those rotten Weasley's.
Kill the girl!
Girl? Yes, there was a Weasley girl. With beautiful hair the color of fire, he loved her. Where is she?
Why do you hesitate? Kill her NOW!
There was a girl on the floor. Staring at him with her big brown eyes filled with tears. He had seen those eyes before. Staring at him with hatred.
KILL!
And staring at him with love.
THE!
And loving him with everything she had.
GIRL!
No. He couldn't kill her. She loved him. He loved her. Why was the voice making him do such an awful thing? The words died on his lips.
Fine, if you won't kill the girl, kill the boy! Kill the red headed boy!
Yes, he could kill him. He could kill the boy with hair the same color as his beloved.
Kill him!
But the brown eyes will be sad if I kill him.
Kill the boy!
The brown eyes will cry and the fire hair will run away. No. I can't kill that boy.
Kill someone!
NO. I won't. She will be angry if I do.
Then kill yourself, boy.
Ron could see Draco's internal struggle. It was written across his face. He had his wand pointed at Ginny. There was a faraway look in his eyes. It was almost like Draco Malfoy wasn't there. Ron could hear Harry gasp from beside him. Harry was looking at Lucius Malfoy. The elder Malfoy had his wand trained on his son and was muttering words under his breath.
Blaise limped in behind them and gasped loudly.
"Draco's under the Imperious Curse. He is really susceptible! We have to take him out now, before Lucius makes him do anything rash!"
Draco turned towards Ron, wand pointed directly at Ron's chest. Ron froze. Was his sister already dead? Was he next?
No. The wand was moving. Draco was pointing the wand at himself.
"Draco no!" It was Ginny. She was standing up, wavering on her feet, a look of pure horror on her face. "Draco don't!"
Kill himself. Yes. That would be easiest. He could kill himself and not hurt the brown eyes.
Kill yourself!
But then he wouldn't be able to see the brown eyes again.
SAY THE CURSE NOW!
It rang through his head. Powerful. It blocked out all other thought.
He opened his mouth.
Yes, say it!
"Draco no!" What was it? It was echoing through his head.
"Draco don't!" It was over powering the voice.
"Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!"
It wouldn't leave him alone. What was he supposed to do? He was supposed to do something.
"Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!"
He closed his mouth. Why had it been opened in the first place? Was he trying to catch flies?
"Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!"
Why was his wand pointed at his heart? It seemed stupid, really. He could get hurt.
"Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!"
Where was this new voice coming from? It was beautiful. He had to find it. He looked around himself. There were two black haired boys and a red headed boy in front of him. There was a blond haired man to his left. And behind him, behind him was an angel.
"Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!" "Draco no!" "Draco don't!"
The voice was coming from her. Why couldn't he get to her? He had to get to her. The girl started to fall. Her brown eyes closed and her body crumpled to the ground.
He dove for her and caught the angel in his arms.
"Ginny," Draco gasped. He looked around him and saw his father staring at him in surprise.
"Your broke the curse?" He hissed before a jet of blue light stunned him.
Ginny woke up slowly. Her eyelids seemed too heavy to lift so she just listened to everything around her. There was a soft breeze blowing through the window, making the wind chimes ting.
The floor squeaked outside the door. There were angry voiced talking about her.
Wait- angry voices?
"Ginny could have been hurt, Malfoy!" It was Ron screaming at Draco, as usual.
"But I didn't hurt her, did I!" Draco screamed back.
"You're a worthless Death Eater!"
"I'm not a Death Eater!"
Ginny forced her eyes open. She needed to stop them before they came to blows. Slowly, she got up from her bed and walked out of the room. They were fighting in the kitchen.
Ginny got as far as the kitchen door before she had to stop from exaution. She leaned against the door jam and stared at the two boys in the room. Both were red in the face and had their fists clenched, but Draco was there! He hadn't died at his own hand.
"Draco!" She whispered. Draco froze and turned to look at the door.
"What are you doing out of bed?" He hissed. "You're not strong enough to be walking around!" He stalked over to her and grabbed her arm roughly. He started to steer her out the door, but Ginny had other plans.
"You're alive!" She whispered. "I thought you were going to kill yourself." She wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and started sobbing.
"No Ginny. I'm alive. Your words saved my life. I love you Ginny."
"I love you too Draco." She sniffed. Draco tilted her chin off of his chest and looked into the familiar brown eyes.
"I love you Ginny." He said again before capturing her lips in a kiss.