One stalker, One mission, Fire and Ice

One stalker, One mission, Fire and Ice

Summary: Post-Hogwarts, Post-War. Ginny has been stalked by Harry Potter since the war, and he finally gets the chance to take it too far. It's now up to her childhood enemy to save her and protect her from Potter. Draco is an unspeakable and needs a wife for his next mission. HBP-Compliant, DG

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own it. So don't sue me.

Warning: violence, foul language

Chapter 2: The vampire-girl

Ah, I remember that day so clearly. It was truly the turning point in my life, my rebirth you could say. I had thought that I was reborn when I decided to help Snape bring down Voldemort, but I wasn't, not really. I was still a loner, and only focused on that one goal. I had no friends, except Snape and my mother, no girlfriend, no wife. I just wasn't interested in anyone else's company. After Voldemort fell, I got a job with the Unspeakables and worked tirelessly, but that was the extent of my life. I only really lived for my mother's sake and for my job, which I really did come to enjoy.

But that day I decided to step out of my boundaries. I had just gotten a new mission, one that gave me another reason to get married. I now had two pros and only one, quite lame, con. First off, I needed an heir. If I didn't have an heir, than all the Malfoy properties and assets would probably go to the Ministry, which I really didn't want. I really was proud of my ancestry and wanted the line to be carried on. It was only the last few generations that were as idiotic as my father. Before that we were revered and treated as nobles by all, alongside other great families such as the Prewetts, the Blacks, the Potters, the Weasleys and a few others. Yes, I was shocked too when I found out about the Weasleys. It turns out they weren't always poor. In the war against Grindelwald, the Weasley Estate was burnt to the ground and their assets stolen.

Besides wanting an heir, my next mission would be a whole lot easier if I were married. It was a long-term undercover mission, and I could only have a partner if I were married to her. I am naturally a loner, so I wouldn't mind going alone, but I look much more innocent with a wife. A pregnant one will be even better. No one looks more innocent and trustworthy than a pregnant woman.

The only real reason that I don't want to get married, besides just not wanting to have to deal with a wife, is quite embarrassing. When I was growing up, my father was horrible to my mother. Any time that she said or did something that he didn't like, he would hit her or crucio her. And any other time, he would ignore her. She only put up with it because one, she was afraid of him, and also she truly did love him. I swore to myself that I would only marry for love, or at least affection, and would never hit a woman.

Anyways, back to my mission. It's top secret, so I can't tell you'll all the details but the gist of it is this. I'm to establish my cover as a black market potions master. This will take about six months, during which I'll have no contact with any of my former associates. Soon after that Herald Shaw will hear of me, and do a background check. Herald Shaw owns a company in the United States and is very close to nearly all the high up government officials, muggle and magical. He's sort of like my father was, donating heaps of money to all the right places. So, I'll play hard to get for a while before I move to America to work for Mr. Shaw. Then, I'll spend probably a year or two gathering information on him, or as much time it takes to gather enough information to take him down. He is basically a rising dark lord who is orchestrating the Government to do his bidding, while he uses his minions to slowly and subtly take over other government s around the world.

All right, now you have that information I can resume telling you about what happened that day and the next few days. After hearing of my mission, I apparated to the Leaky Cauldron to have a much-needed drink. I realized that I would be drinking quite a lot that night and chose to walk to a muggle bar nearby, so as to not lose my dignity in front of those who know me. I strolled around the corner, trying (and failing) to keep my mind off of my mission by thinking of all the different drinks I had to choose from once I got to the bar.

All thoughts of my mission flew from my mind as I looked up and saw some bastard trying to force himself on a helpless female. Helpless—that word also flew out of my head as I saw what happened next. He had her pinned to a van and had shoved his tongue down her throat when she tried to scream. Two seconds later, he stumbles backward, his hands flying to his mouth and blood pouring out.

She takes this moment to spit his blood out of her mouth and I realized how much she looked like a vampire who just had some bad blood; dark red hair, deathly pale skin in this dim light, and blood dripping down her chin. I then knew what everyone meant when they said that vampires were beautiful creatures.

I quickly dismissed that thought as I saw her preparing to knee him in the groin. This reminded me why exactly she bit his tongue in the first place. Rage swelled up in me at that thought. All the hate that I had for my father and those like him, who treated women as they did, erupted at once. I wrenched him away from her and slammed him against the van by his throat. I looked at his mouth. It was still gushing blood and he was paling rapidly. I took in the rest of his face; he had a black eye and a broken nose already. I silently applauded the vampire-girl (this is what I decided to call her until I knew her name). I noticed that his eyes were avada-kedavra-green and realized who he was. It was Saint Potter. I wondered how the Wizarding World couldn't see what a son-of-a-bitch their hero was. I then began beating him to a pulp.

I heard the vampire-girl pass out and slump to the ground, so I dropped Potter and gave him one last kick to the ribs before I went over to her. I checked her for injuries and then picked her up and apparated us to Malfoy Manor.