Author's note: Well I got a bunch more reviews, so that means I have THIRTY-SEVEN reviews! Isn't that sad, I was reading a story and they guy had almost 5000 reviews... I was like HOLY CRAP...but yeah, it WAS a really good story...so back to the subject... Here is my new chapter, so enjoy!

Chapter Nineteen

Draco's exhaustion finally caught up with his body. He suddenly felt dreary, and he figured it had to do with him using his gifts on the Golden trio. He actually almost regretted doing it, because Clywynn had told them both to keep their powers discreet, and Draco knew that the little snots they were, would go tell everyone what had happened. But even though he was tired and not in all that good of a mood, he still thought it was pretty cool that he could do that.

He looked at Ginny's unconscious form, and gave a sad sigh. Then Madam Pomfrey walked out of her office, and told him lunch was over in five minutes and he shouldn't miss anymore classes then he had already this year. He grudgingly agreed, and walked out, taking note of the bed hidden behind a curtain.

He made his way down to the greenhouse and grimaced internally when he remembered that he shared this class with Gryffindor. But he kept his calm and walked in on the class five minutes late. He took up a stool near the front and ignored the stares from everyone in the room.

"Nice of you to join us Mister Malfoy, care to explain why you were late?" Professor Sprout asked.

"I was in the infirmary." He finished to the point, glaring openly at the Golden trio; a few people followed his gaze, and got curious, but found themselves too afraid to say anything. Sprout nodded and continued on with the lesson. And in what seemed like an eternity, class was over. Draco stood up and walked out, not waiting for his house-mates questions. He was only about ten meters from castle doors when he heard his least favorite person yell out to him.

"MALFOY! WHERE IS MY SISTER!" Ronald Weasley demanded red-face, followed by Harry Potter and Hermione Granger glaring at him.

Draco turned deliberately slowly and took an even longer moment to answer. "Why don't you check the infirmary, she seemed to be their after your duel and me carrying her." he spat acidly.

"I told you to stay away from her!" he said much quieter, but with much more venom.

"Yes, and you think I was about to leave her hallucinating/

unconscious in the middle of a deserted hallway where you could harm her even more." he responded.

Ron seemed at a loss for words, but he soon found them again. "I would NEVER harm my sister! I LOVE her! But it's not like you would ever know what love is, unless you call your father buying everything you want, love." He barely got the words out of his mouth, before Draco had him pinned to the ground, and was pounding the shit out of his face. He couldn't control his anger, had he been in a sane sense of mind, he may have stopped when he heard the first crack, maybe even the second crack... Maybe the blood spurting on his face was enough, but Draco was fucking furious, and a multiple-broken nose wasn't satisfying him.

Harry tried to help his best friend from being pulverized to death, but as he jumped at Draco, meaning to land on his back, he was thrown away before he could even touch him. He landed several meters away in shock and confusion. Hermione was screaming and Professor Sprout could be seen running from the greenhouse, other students were running towards them too, because they had been farther behind then Draco and the three.

Before Professor Sprout even got close, Draco had been magically thrown off Ronald and landed on his back a few feet away. He sat straight up and snarled, while glaring towards the source of magic. It didn't even faze him to see Albus Dumbledore standing twenty meters away with his wand out walking quickly towards the commotion with a nasty frown rarely seen on his face.

Harry and Hermione ran over to Ronald, who was so badly beaten, he could barely breathe from what Draco saw, but Draco was still not satisfied and wanted to make it so he would feel the true meaning of physical pain. Draco stood up quickly and lunged again, causing Hermione to actually cover her head with her arms. But he was thrown back again.

He sat back up and growled. "STOP IT!" he yelled furiously at his Headmaster. Albus looked at him through steely eyes, but kept his wand raised steady.

Draco decided to let the pain in his chest burst knowing vaguely what would happen, and when he did, a blinding light appeared around him, and shot outwards and everyone standing was knocked to their feet. He was ultimately surprised when he saw some of them sit up clutching their newly bleeding noses.

That use of energy had weakened Draco to his knees, and in him moment of weakness, some of the students took this opportunity to actually literally jump on him and pin him to the ground. He was too weak to fight back now so he stayed there motionless, watching Albus through someone's legs. He was temporarily healing the injuries, and cleaning the wounds. After he was done, he left him in the care of Potter and Granger to take him to the infirmary.

He walked over to the pile of students, and they quickly complied to get off Draco. Albus still had his wand out, and pointed at Draco. "Mister Malfoy, I will accompany you to my office." he said calmly, but in a tone that made most people submissive... Most people.

"I don't want to go to your bloody office. I want to go to my bed and sleep." he answered casually, wiping the splattered blood of his face with his sleeve, but stood up anyways. By now the other classes had arrived, third years, and were looking around fearfully, not knowing what had happened.

Albus waited for Draco to begin walking, and he walked behind him. They made it silently to the gargoyle, and upon seeing Albus, it sprung aside without the need of a password. They continued in the same manner up the stairs, and finally Albus went in front of Draco and opened his office door. Draco stepped inside and was met with the sight of his mother sitting in one of Albus' chairs.

He followed in, and by the look on his face, he was as shocked to see Misses Malfoy in his office as Draco was. She stood out and offered him her hand. "Mrs. Malfoy." he greeted kindly.

"Narcissa (sp?)" she responded and shook his hand, then looked over to her son. Her face fell when she saw him covered in blood. She pulled him in a tight one second hug, and then pulled away frantically. She put her hands on his cheeks and felt his entire face for an injury. "My baby, what happened? What's all this blood? Are you okay?" She asked him, and then turned to Albus. "Is he okay? What happened!" she asked, looking back between the headmaster and her son.

Draco smirked humorously and Albus even looked slightly amused, but then his face went serious once again. "That isn't your son's blood; it's that of another student."

"Oh..." She said, as if she had lost interest. "Well I'll here of that later, I came because of a letter I received earlier today." Everyone knew what letter she spoke of. "Now, I couldn't find all the ingredients for this specific antidote," she paused, looking at the somber faces of the two men in the room, "so I brought the entire potion instead." she smiled, pulling out a phial from her robe pocket. Draco and Albus let out a great sigh of relief.

Albus didn't waste any time taking the phial from her and walked into the room Severus was being help in. the two others followed, and were shaken to see Severus lying on a bed completely feeble and defenseless. His eyes were open wide, and they were completely blood shot, and his eyes were dilated, not to mention totally rimed in purple and his lips were turning an uncomforting blue-ish. He looked even paler than usual. But once Albus poured the antidote down his throat, his lips became pink, and his eyes went white again. After a few moments, his eye lids closed, and he was submerged in sleep. The three smiled.

Albus ushered them out of the room, and motioned for them to sit. Once everyone had found their spots, Albus spoke. "Well, I'm sure we would all like to hear you explain what happened minutes ago outside, that caused you to nearly kill on of your classmates."

"Full or summarized?" he asked calmly.

"Full." Albus said slightly impatiently.

"Okay. I was walking to lunch, and I passed a group of kids talking about famous Harry Potter and how him and his friends were dueling someone, so I figured the only people the "Golden trio" would ever attack would be someone from my house. So I went to where they were talking about, and found all three of them beating down on Ginny Weasley. She was on the ground yelping clutching her wrist saying that it was bleeding. I couldn't see it clearly until after, but I thought one of them had slit her wrist. I forced them to leave, and inspected her wound. She didn't have any, she had actually been hit with a hallucinogen curse, and next thing I knew, she was unconscious. So I carried her to the infirmary.

I went to herbology class, and once that was over I pretty much left. Then was followed by the three of them again, Weasley told me to stay away form his sister, I made a comment about him sending her to the infirmary, and he went on about how much he loved her and would never do anything to harm her, then he said word for word, 'it's not like you would ever know what love is, unless you call your father buying everything you want, love." he explained, wanting to go into details but was interrupted by his mother gasping.

"How could he say that? I hope you broke that ignorant arse's nose!" She practically yelled.

"I did mother... Twice I think." he responded proudly.

"Misses Malfoy, I wont tolerate such criticism of my students. Nor will you encourage your son to lash out violently. I know vaguely of yours and your husbands relationship, " she scoffed at this, "But I am certain Ronald Weasley knows nothing of it, and didn't mean it as such a deep remark. I could have you expelled for this, but I can tell there is some ulterior motive for this cause of action, and I would like you to tell me." he informed.

"I wont if Virginia isn't here." Draco responded in the same cool demeanor.

Narcissa looked between her son and Albus once again in confusion. "Who's Virginia?"

"Virginia Weasley, mother." He replied in a kinder tone.

Both adults looked at him completely shocked. Before anyone could say anything more, he stood up rapidly and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him. As it closed, ice began to freeze on the handle and the door, causing it to be locked shut with ice.

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He walked out of the office in silent contempt. He walked through the halls and made his way to the washroom. He cleaned his face with paper towels, and used his wand to clean his robes. He dunked his head under the tap to cool off, and shook his hair to dry it.

He finally finished in the washroom, and walked out into the empty hall, where he was met with an enormous black bird sitting on the sill of the open window. Draco would have been surprised, had he not been though everything he had.

"Clywynn?" he said slowly.

The large bird nodded in agreement. Before it could do anything else, Draco was already speaking again. "Look, I'm really sorry about what happened with my anger, I couldn't control it. It was like whatever anger I was feeling increased just because of it. And you said that the only way to control your powers was to be in control of your emotions, but I was barely in control of myself and I was able to use my powers in complete preciseness. I knew what I wanted to happen, and it happened..." he spoke, in a rapid pace.

"You understand well my son." she said. Draco stood still, trying to understand fully what she had implied. "I fueled you anger, so you would be able to use your gift properly. Freezing a glass and lighting a wick is all good, but I realized that your emotions are the opening for your strength to break through. You calm your emotion, you calm you power."

"So you're saying that my anger this afternoon wasn't genuine..." he asked.

"Oh, it was. I merely fed it so you could understand. Much like I had done to Virginia earlier, unfortunately, she hadn't the strength to use such force." The goddess explained.

Draco, who was looking at the stone floor, looked up. "You mean it's your fault she's in the infirmary?"

She looked at him pointedly. "No. It's as much her brother's as her own fault."

"But if you hadn't intervened, neither her brother nor she would have had to react..."

"True, but that isn't important now..."

"Isn't important? Ginny is in the hospital, unconscious and it's because of you!" he snapped at her, but just as he finished, he got a surge of pain through his head and then as quickly as it came, it was gone. "What was that?" he demanded.

The Goddesses' bird form changes into its human appearance, and Draco could see her eyes role into the back of her head. They snapped back into focus and answered his question in a hurried voice. "You have developed a soul link with her, and the pain you felt in your head was a warning that she is facing a bad situation. I advise to find her quickly and solve it." With that, Draco ran off to the infirmary, thinking that the last three people in the infirmary were the Golden trio. It took him a good three minutes to run there, but he rushed into the room and was appalled at what he saw.

Ginny was pressed against the wall on her bed, with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms protectively over her face. Hermione was holding her wand shakily out in front of her and was pointing it at Ginny's head. Harry was leaning against the wall watching with indifference. Ron seemed to be unconscious, so Draco couldn't care less about him. They didn't see him come in though, so when he said the disarming spell, and Hermione's wand flew out of her hand, she gave a yelp of surprise.

"What are you doing Granger?" he enquired calmly, wanting to solve this without any explosions of power on his part. Harry snarled and made to move for his wand, but Draco was far quicker, and already had his wand pointed at him. Hermione tried to edge closer to Harry, but Draco now had her wand pointed at her. They both stayed stalk still after seeing what he had done to their best friend already.

No one answered, but Ginny dropped her arms slightly and looked around. When she saw what was happening, she jumped quickly off her bed and ran over to Draco, placing herself slightly behind him. She looked up at him and he saw her eyes swimming with unshed tears, but he was drawn to the flaming red irises. He knew she must feel afraid, because only strong emotions triggered the effect.

"See! I knew he brainwashed her! The real Ginny would never hide behind a Malfoy!" Harry spat to Hermione.

"How dare you!" Ginny interjected.

Harry turned to her, and his face softened slightly. "We don't blame you Ginny, but your brother is right. After being possessed by Voldemort, it left your mind weak. Anyone could control you." Draco was confused for a moment, but then memories of his second year at school flashed by. He now understood that it had been Ginny his father had given that diary to, and now he had one more reason to kill him. but it also infuriated him that Ginny's supposed friends could speak so harshly to her, he almost sent out a retort had Harry not continued to speak. "And remember, had Malfoy not given the diary to you, you would have been normal Ginny." Draco heard the crackling of something beside him, and looked over to Ginny. Her hair had transformed into a mane of fire, and her fingers were surrounded in a thin layer of flame crackling with sparks. Draco knew she was feeling the same thing he had felt earlier, but Harry was oblivious because he was trying to win Ginny back over to him. "And do you want to know what he did this afternoon? He almost beat your brother to death!He broke his nose in two different places!"

He finally finished and looked at Ginny with a smirk, but as soon as he saw her, his face dropped and paled. Ginny responded. "You little FUCK! Don't even dare compare Draco with his father. They are different. And don't you fucking try saying I'm brainwashed! My mind isn't as weak as yours. You see the world in black and white. You being white, Draco being black, but you are so bloody wrong it would be funny if I weren't so damn pissed. You two are exact opposites, but he is certainly the better half. You don't fucking get it though. You never will!" she yelled, causing a shower of sparks to shoot out.

"Gin..." Harry started softly.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! DOES ANYTHING PENETRATE YOUR FUCKING THICK SKULL! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND DRACO AND IF I EVER HEAR YOU SAY ONE THING ABOUT HIM OR HIS FATHER YOU WILL BE REPREIVED FROM YOUR PRIVELIDGE TO BREATHE!" Ginny yelled a loud as she could, causing a ripple of heat to be sent throughout the room. The ends of Harry's hair actually shriveled in the heat. Hermione let out a sob because she was feeling actual pain from the heat.

Draco let it continue a moment longer, but placed his hand on Ginny bare forearm. He could feel the heat radiating off her arm as he brought his hand down, but when he touched Ginny's skin, she jumped a little, because his flesh felt cool and icy. She calmed once she saw the fear in Harry's eyes, and so she let herself be led out of the room by Draco.

Once they closed the door behind them, Draco gave Ginny a light hug, and he apologized. She apologized as well for being so cold to him this morning, and they walked down the hall, not bother to go back for the rest of Ginny's clothes, such as her robe. Now she was only wearing some fairly short shorts, and a long t-shirt, giving a rather appealing look in Draco's mind. She also left her books and wand.

"You know what Gin?" he started.

"Yeah?"

"For some reason I don't think class is really important anymore... And I'm not even certain we still need wands." he explained, voicing his opinion.

Ginny took a moment to think and answered. "I think you're right."

"Plus I have to talk to you about a few things, such as my little visit from our dearest friends Clywynn." he explained.

Ginny's eyes widened in curiosity, and then she got a mischievous smile one her face. "And I want to hear details about brother dearest this afternoon." Draco smirked, and they made their way outside.

TBC

Author's note: Well, I finally finished this chapter. It went a little differently then I imagined, and I actually had to re-write this entire chapter because the first draft sucked butt... And there was no Ron/Harry bashing... And that's no fun. I do hope though, that my swearing isn't too un-British... but well, what can you do...other than like...fix it... I also hope that you all liked it, and that it wasn't to "omg-he-almost-killed-Ron" because it wasn't that close to Ron's death... They just said it to make it seem true... and stuff... I can't think of the word though...so whatever :P This chapter took a while for me to write because I have everything in my mind, but I had to have a setter-upper chapter... Yeah, my vocabulary seems to have died right now, but yeah, next chapter will be up soon :P Even soon if you review! HINT HINT:)