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Chapter Nine

Draco's POV:

It had been all too easy to get Pansy to buy the remaining potion ingredients. She was all too eager to please me. I smirked with how correct that thought was seeing as how I was being thoroughly snogged in a deserted and usually discarded alley way.

"Oh Draco, it has been too long." She said breathlessly as she pulled away from my willing and eager mouth.

"No talking," I said, taking firm control over her lips once more. I groaned as she plunged her tongue into my mouth and pulled her closer to me, needing to feel her soft curves pressed against my body. Her kiss was so hungry…needy. It was utterly intoxicating the way her mouth devoured mine as if her very life depended on it. I hadn't felt so wanted in such a long time and damn if I was going to miss a moment of this.

She ran her delicate fingers through my long strands of hair, sending shivers to tremble throughout my body. Her lips pulled away from mine for a second but then began to work there way down the line of my jaw to my throat. I felt her teeth tease me and I muttered another guttural groan of pleasure.

She bit into my tender fresh, causing me to thrust up against her, my hard length grinding into her inner thigh. She uttered a throaty moan and ran her fingers down my chest to the waistband of my slacks. I hissed through my teeth as her hands snaked into my pants and wrapped themselves around my hardened member.

"Merlin yes," I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the brick wall enjoying the feeling of delicate didgets pumping me. She chuckled to herself then slipped my pants and boxers down, revealing my weeping prick.

I opened my eyes for just a moment to see that she was now on her knees. I now knew exactly what I was in for. I smirked and thrusted against her hand to show that I was anticipating what she was about to do with that lovely mouth of hers.

She looked up at me with a wiry grin then leaned forward and placed a hesitant lick across the underside of my length. I shivered and closed my eyes so I could loose myself in the sensation but just as I closed my eyes a image of brown innocent eyes came to mind.

Those brown eyes were looking up at me with desire and excitement that I had never once seen in them but secretly wished I could. That look of arousal made me twitch with an ache I had never felt but then another image of lush reddened lips flashed across my mind's eye that made me even hotter.

Those pert childlike lips were doing indescribable wicked things that I never thought possible. Her delicate fingers teased me as they trailed down my chest down the trail of hair on my navel and still going lower…lower.

I groaned aloud and thrust hard into Pansy. She let out a small mew as I gagged her. I looked down at her for a moment, almost shocked to see her instead of Ginny.

Our eyes met for a moment then she began to work up a rhythm and I closed my eyes to get back to my fantasies. After all these images were bringing me to a discriminating pleasure that Pansy could never give me. It wasn't her fault, it was just fact.

Pansy or Ginny, at this moment I could care less, began to suck harder and before I knew what was happening I was exploding my load into whoever's greedy mouth.

Pansy pulled away and pulled my pants up again while I regained control over myself. I kept my eyes closed and replayed my fantasy of Ginny wickedly pleasuring me while I basked in my post-orgasmic state. But as soon as reality started to settle back into my mind, I frantically urged those images away.

"I should be getting home," I said as I ran my hand through my mussed locks. She pouted but after catching the dire tone in my voice agreed that it was for the best.

"It was nice seeing you, Draco," she smiled and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips before turning away and making her way back to the shops of Diagon alley.

I watched her leave for a moment but I wasn't really paying attention to her. I was busy contemplating my own thoughts of Ginny and wondering if I should be worried. I felt a sense of panic rising in the pit of my stomach but in the end decided I had just been mixing and matching my thoughts of Ginny and the actions of Pansy.

'I had simply combined the two into a series of disturbing yet terribly erotic images' I told myself firmly as I dug around in my pockets for my portkey. I gently fingered it then felt the unsettling feeling of my feet flying out from under me.

I came crashing down to earth. My feet hit the cold ground for a second but I couldn't steady myself in time and fell with a thud. I groaned and threw the portkey then pushed myself off from the ground.

"Damn," I muttered to myself, noticing that I had fallen hard enough to rip the fabric of my pants. I scowled then noticed a smear of blood across my knee.

My face contorted in confusion. 'I couldn't have fallen that hard, could I?' I asked myself but then answered my own question as I looked down and saw a rock that had a matching smear of blood spewed across it.

"Oh, I suppose that makes sense," I said aloud. I stood there for a couple of minutes just staring at the cut on my knee and the blood oozing out of it. I watched in mute fascination and waited for my mind to register that I was hurt. Because I still hadn't felt any pain.

A couple of minutes went by before I began to feel the slow crescendo of pain. It was a dull ache that was steadily getting worse. It probably wasn't going to get very bad, the pain that is, but I started thinking about getting inside to get healed up. I had a very low tolerance for pain and couldn't think of any spells that would heal a small cut.

I walked with my head down, my bangs falling in my eyes. I wasn't sure exactly what I was feeling at the moment. I was sort of glad to be somewhere that I could call home. 'But I never have called it that,' I told myself. No, this was never a home to me, not in the true sense of home anyways. I never felt safe or loved. I hardly even knew my parents. The Manor was just someplace I was assigned to be. 'Then why am I going back?'

The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I stopped in mid step and looked up at the door that was a couple steps away. Then it dawned on me. I was still outside. I could just run away. Disappear somewhere and pray to whatever god will listen that they don't find me.

Butterflies began to flutter in my stomach as my heart lifted with the thought of running away from my problems but then I remembered that I had no where to go. I had no one that would help me, I had no real purpose to run except to save myself and even if I did get far enough away my luck would find me and I would just be thrown into Azkaban. 'And what would come of Ginny?'

I sighed. No, I couldn't just run away. I couldn't just leave her. I couldn't just leave my life even if it wasn't much of one.

Slowly, I walked to the door, my head hanging low in despair. I honestly felt like I was going to cry as I reached for the handle. I took it in my grasp and for the second time in only a few months I opened the doors and locked myself in a nightmare. But I told myself it would only be for a few more days. Yes, in only a few short days I would be going to Hogwarts where everything would be for the best. I kept telling myself this but I always felt like I was repeating a lie.

I walked into the foyer, instantly I felt as if it was the middle of winter. I pulled my cloak tighter around me and closed the door behind me, shutting out the sunlight. I took a few steps in, my shoes echoing off the tile floor then stopped when I thought I heard something.

I stood still and listened. At first I couldn't hear anything but after a few moments my ears picked up scuffling coming from the Drawing room. 'Mother did mention a gathering this afternoon.' I crept closer, still trying to be as quiet as I could while absorbedly listening.

"Hold her down, Lucius!" Said what sounded like my Aunt. Her voice rang throughout the foyer it seemed as I drew closer to the door. I could hear a few muffled screams and the pushing of chairs across the hard wood floor. My curiosity was drawing me closer like metal to a magnet and before I knew it I was kneeling outside the door peeking through the keyhole.

I knew if I was to get caught there would be hell to pay but at the moment I didn't seem to mind. All I wanted to do is find out what was going on. After all I did most of their dirty work, the least they could do is let me know what was going on in my own house. I settled on the reasoning that this was perfectly reasonable for me to be doing since it was my house. My father was, after all, a convicted death eater.

So after arguing with myself over my own logical interpretation, I peered into the keyhole. I couldn't see much. Everything seemed to be a bit of a mess. Chairs were thrown aside, tapestries were ribbed to the ground, and everyone looked as if they had just barely survived the shamble.

"Snape!" Bellatrix snarled, holding out her hand. "Give me the damn potion before she gets loose, again," she said looking over at my father and Yaxley. Snape handed her a small vile then walked back to the corner of the room and eyed the clock on the mantle piece.

"I would advise that you have her down the vile before Draco returns home. I'm almost positive that he would find this less than amusing."

"You think I give a rats ass what that twerp finds amusing, Snape," Bellatrix snarled as she walked over to the table where a group of death eaters stood. My eyes narrowed as I tried to see what they were all gathering around. Then it came to me. 'What would I not find amusing? Something that deals with Ginny!' My mind screamed but I had to make sure. I couldn't just rush in there to save her. I didn't really know why I had this sudden impulse to save her anyways. 'This must be how saint Potter feels every damn day,' I thought bemusedly to myself.

I peeked back through the hole, trying to find any trace that Ginny was in there now. So far I could find nothing. I sat there a while longer just listening to muffled screams and what sounded like someone struggling against the hard surface of the table then decided I didn't care if Ginny was in there or not. I wanted to know who was.

I burst through the door not having the slightest clue as to what I was going to do next.

"Wormtail, show our guest in," Voldemort hissed. I didn't even notice him from the keyhole. He sat at the head of the table, watching everything play out. "I wondered when you were going to come in. You have been standing outside that door for quite some time, I imagine."

Peter, (I think that was his name), wondered over to me from the depths of the shadows where I hadn't even noticed him, and led me to Voldemort's left. He pushed out a seat for me and had me sit down. All the while I watched Ginny squirm atop the table. Her crimson curls were faned out across the deep mahogany wood and I remembered when they were once faned out across my emerald bed sheets.

"What are you doing to her," I asked quietly as my eyes met with hers. She looked at me like I was her lifesaver. As if I was the only thing that could pull her away from the angry waves and make everything better. No one has ever looked at me like that. I stared in to her scared, watery eyes then pulled away.

"Trying to administer a simple sleeping drought." I looked over at him suspiciously. "Nothing more then that, Draco, I promise you." He said this with a mocking smile. I believed him and yet I didn't. Instead I just looked back to Ginny to try and see if my presence would calm her. I really hoped it would.

"My Lord," Snape drawled from the corner as he eyed Ginny and I in our silent conversation. "Perhaps it would prove to be wise if Draco gave her the potion. She seems to…trust him?" Voldemort nodded and gestured for me to give her the drought.

Bellatrix growled and thrust the potion into my numb hand. "Make it quick, boy!" I nodded, at a loss of words and walked up to Ginny. She laid flat on her back, looking up at me with wide frightened eyes.

I had seen this expression before and got the same familiar feeling of sickness twisting in my gut. And to top this off I was going to pour this liquid down her throat when I didn't even know what it was. I've done this once and I remembered well how it turned out.

I nodded to Yaxley and glanced at my father for a moment before I leaned forward over her so I could whisper in her ear.

"It's alright, I promise you. They won't do anything with me here. I won't let them." I moved away a bit so she could look into my eyes and see that I wasn't lying. Once I saw confirmation in her own hot chocolate colored eyes I pulled out the vile from between us and waited for Yaxley to pull his hand away from her mouth. Once he did this I set the rim of the vile firmly on her bottom lip.

"Do you promise," she whispered, careful not to unsettle the brim of the vile that rested on her mouth. I nodded.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you, I'll be here the whole time." She closed her eyes and parted her lips, silently telling me to go ahead with what I had to do. I took a deep breath and tilted the contents of the potion into her mouth.

It took a few minutes before she fell into a sound sleep. I watched as her face relaxed into submission. She looked like an angel. This was the first time that I had ever seen her look so peaceful. She looked as if she hadn't a worry in the world and I wished that it were true.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said curtly as he walked from the corner over to Ginny.

"What are you going to do to her?" I didn't know why I was so worried about her of all people but I was. I don't think I've ever cared for another person like I tend to do with her. 'No, that's not necessarily true' I told myself. I always had cared for my mother, I just gave up on that a while ago when it seemed like she gave up caring for me. Maybe I felt this only because I had nothing else to care for besides me now.

"I am merely going to check the birth canal and do a few tests regarding her and the baby's health." Snape said, casually as if he did these things every other day. I didn't say anything, I didn't really have anything to say so I just nodded and stood beside my mother and father.

My father didn't even seem to notice that a carbon copy of himself was standing right next to him but my mother looked over at me for a second, almost as if she was going to say something then looked forward again, her eyes staring off into her own little world. I glared at her wondering what had broke her and made her second guess talking to her own son but I didn't linger on my ill thoughts, I instead turned back to Ginny.

I did this just as Snape was sliding down her pants and dingy knickers. I could feel the heat rise on my cheeks. Then I blushed even deeper because I imagined that I was a little too old to be blushing at seeing a half naked girl. I had seen Pansy often enough that I didn't even smirk when I pulled down her skirts. I think I was just embarrassed for her. After all, I knew if she was awake she would be blushing and probably putting up one hell of a fight.

I watched in morbid fascination as Snape lubricated two of his thin long fingers and inserted them into her tight passage way. I almost groaned aloud just imagining what it felt like. Those warm cavernous walls surrounding my tender flesh… of coarse I had felt it once, but that seemed like ages ago. But I could still remember the tiny noises of pleasure she involuntarily emitted.

I could feel myself hardening as I watched, imagining it was me that was fingering her. I was absolutely horrified with myself. I shouldn't be thinking about her this way at all and getting off on it was absolutely shameful. Especially not now!

I casually looked away and started thinking about Quiddich which led to thinking about Potter and about how I have never beat him in the trivial game not even once and before I knew it my little problem that was gradually becoming a big problem was all together taken care of.

I glanced back up and was relieved to see that her pants were fastened back around her waist. I stared for a while, and just barely noticed that her stomach was not as flat as I remembered it being. It was odd and a little unsettling that I hadn't noticed until now.

"Draco," Snape said, breaking me from my train of thought. I looked up from Ginny to my professor. "I need you to give her this when she wakes up," he said, handing me a small vile of deep violet colored liquid.

"What does it do?" I glanced over at Voldemort who was having a fine time shadowing the room. He smirked as I quickly looked away from me then stood and casually walked across the room.

"Trust, Draco, trust is very important," he said pulling out his wand and pointing it lazily at Ginny. "Such as now. You don't know what I'm going to do. For all you know, I could be getting ready to kill her and that would be my will." He flicked his wand and had her rise gracefully from the table. "You merely have to trust in my judgment." He levitated her across the room to where I stood. "Take her to her room and administer the potion when she wakes."

I lowered my head and obediently walked out of the room with her lying peacefully in my arms. I had only taken a few steps away from the door when a hand reached out and grabbed hold of my shoulder. I whipped around, careful to hold her tight against me, and came face to face with Wormtail.

"What do you want," I hissed, my eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"I-I mean no harm," he said timidly, raising his hands to where I could see them. I cocked a brow and nodded for him to continue with his business. "I just thought that perhaps you would want to know more about that," he said pointing to the pocket I had slipped the vile into.

"Yes, go on." He attempted to give me a smirk that ended up being nothing more a pathetic nervous twitch of his lips.

"They will be giving it to her once a week. It won't do any harm to her or the baby. Our Lord wouldn't want that."

"Anything else," I snapped, annoyed that I had to stand here listening to him prattle on about something that wasn't even doing me any good.

"N-no, no more." I repressed an eye roll and thanked him for his time and services then trudged up the stairs to my room but just I reached the door I stopped to look down at her. She really did look like an angel. She made something in me want to keep her close and safe.

"I don't trust them, I never will." I said, nudging the door open with my foot. I walked in and walked to my bed to lay her down. I instinctively lay down beside her without really thinking much of it and began to make myself comfortable but before I did I fished out the vile from my pocket and hid it under my mattress. 'Out of sight, out of mind' I thought as I distractedly began to stroke her soft features as I too began to fall into a welcoming dream.

Ginny's POV:

I woke up gradually from a dreamy state feeling calmer then I had in months. My eyes didn't want to open so I didn't make them I just laid in a soft haze feeling warm and content.

Smooth, languid touches floated across my cheek and brushed lazily across my lips then down my neck to the base of my collar bone sending sweet chills to run across my arms and legs. These chills seemed to wake the slumbering butterflies in my stomach and I smiled with how wonderful this all felt.

'I must be dreaming' I thought as I hummed in satisfaction and snuggled deeper into the warmth that I felt near me. A wonderful thought of lying with Harry came to mind. But something felt different. The touches were softer, more confident… almost kinder. I frowned and forced my eyes to open.

I groaned a bit in dismay just because I had to exert energy even if it was only a tiny bit to allow my eyes to flutter open.

I looked around the room. I was in Draco's room. It was dimly lit with the lasting rays of the setting sun. I closed my eyes, content with my finding but ended up opening them once more to gaze at whom I was laying beside.

My face contorted in mild confusion before I noticed that he was only half awake. Propping myself up a bit on my elbow, I watched as his eyelids quivered dazedly as if he were in the middle of a dream. 'He's harmless,' I told myself as I watched his fingers repeatedly trace the outline of my collarbone. I smiled at the soft, almost affectionate touch.

I was enjoying myself and damn all to hell that thought I shouldn't. I deserved a little joy in my grey and dismal life and why shouldn't I take that joy now when we both were half asleep and weren't in our right mind?

I smiled a loopy, sloppy smile and snuggled back into the warmth of his body and sighed in pure exhaustion as my eyelids began to droop and finally fall into place. I emitted a sound of pleasure and instinctively extended my hand a bit till I could feel the tickle of his silvery strands dance across my fingertips. I then began to stroke the feather soft locks, looping them around and through my fingers until I fell back into my dream state once more.

I woke up a couple hours later only to find myself alone in bed. My brows knit together and I wondered to myself why I was alone. But all in all tossed the thought away since I could really care less…it was nice though, just to be close to another human being.

I blinked lazily, trying to chase away my sleepiness and finally took notice to Draco. He was across the room, in the closet, looking through his collection of books. I watched silently.

He had peculiar habits that I had never taken to mind. Like the way he tucks hair behind his ear even though there isn't a single strand of hair out of place or the way he knawels at his bottom lip while he concentrates on a specific task. I even noticed how every few minutes he would lick his lips, his tongue always would linger on the corner of his bottom lip a few seconds longer…It was all very interesting.

"Ah ha," he muttered to himself as he finally finds the book be was looking for. He walks out from the closet to the middle of the room where a trunk, that I hadn't noticed till now, is seated. It's his school trunk. I can tell by the Slytherin crest.

I tuck my arm under my head and sigh as if I was just changing positions in my sleep and look closer to the area where the trunk sat. Clothes were strewn across the couch. A few items were folded. He took those few items and crammed them into the trunk. A silent tear ran down my cheek as realization hit me. He was going to Hogwarts.

'Stupid me, I should have known,' I said to myself, wiping the lone tear from my face onto the arm. I was mad at myself for just now comprehending that he was going back to Hogwarts. I just though that with him being an accomplice in murder and all…but it was daft of me to even think!

Of coarse the great Draco sodding Malfoy could do anything he fricken wants! He could get away with murder and no one would lift a finger to appose him from going off to school where he could in fact endanger hundreds of innocent lives…AGAIN!

I almost cried out in frustration but bit my tongue to prevent that from happening. I was so upset. I of coarse knew there was no way in hell that I was going back to Hogwarts. School was actually the furthest thing from my mind. I just found it so unfair that he could go and I couldn't. Weren't we in the same situation?! Oh, how daft of me to think that a lowly Weasley could be in the same damn position as his royal highness, Draco Malfoy! I bit my arm to the point of almost drawing blood just to keep from sobbing out uncontrollably.

"I hate you, Draco Malfoy," I whispered, so quiet in fact that I barely heard it but I knew it was said. I even said it again, just for the heck of it but I knew I didn't have my whole heart in the words that I was spitting out like venom. I knew I didn't hate him I just wished I could. Because I knew if I hated him then I wouldn't miss him, like I already did and he wasn't even gone.


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