Chapter Eleven My World, Boy

Draco stared after Ginny. He touched a finger to his lips and smiled. Instantly he shook his head. Ginny was under a spell! She didn't mean it.

He wasn't sure if he was upset about this or not.

"You should be." Came a hoarse voice behind him.

Draco started to turn, when a spell hit him from behind.

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Ginny finally calmed herself. It wasn't so bad. So she'd go the rest of her life either loving Draco or in incredible pain. She could deal with it.

Or maybe it would wear off. All potions had an expiration date. Maybe this one wouldn't be too far in the future.

She turned around and made her way up to the tower where she had left Draco.

He was gone.

Ginny looked around. He wasn't in the tower room. He wasn't down the hall.

And Ginny knew with sick certainty that Voldemort had found him.

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Draco rolled to avoid the kick aimed for his head. He hadn't mean to give away that he was awake quite yet, but he didn't relish a headache and probably a concussion.

He rolled into a crouch, not too terribly surprised to see his assailant was Voldemort.

"Well, What is the young Malfoy doing here? With my darling Ginevra?" Draco winced as the harsh voice grated him. Seriously, hadn't the man heard of cough drops?

All told, Voldemort looked like shit. His skin was sagging and he had too many wrinkles. Draco could cope with the wrinkles his mother had around her eyes and mouth from smiling. Voldie's were more from frowning and scowling. Not that there really was a difference.

"I asked you a question, boy!" Voldie snarled, aiming a spell at him. Draco pivoted on his heel, just dodging the spell.

"Yeah and excessive violence always makes me keen on answering."

Voldie's thin lips tilted up in a facisimile of a smile. "You always were too independent to be of any use to me."

"Rather makes me wonder what I'm still doing here, breathing that is."

"You have another use. Well parts of you do."

"Ah! What part, if I may be so bold?"

"First tell me what business you have with Miss Weasley."

Draco shrugged. "She's a lady. My mum managed to instill some manners in me. I tend to help such virtuous maidens."

"And what makes you think she's a lady?"

Draco smiled. "Girls like her just are."

"One might fall under the impression that you like her."

"One should avoid talking about himself in third person. If I liked her, she'd know. And she wouldn't stand a chance."

"You'd seduce her?"

"We're talking about love, not lust. I'd woo her."

"There's a difference?"

"Of course."

"Well," he turned away. "Pleasant as this has been, I must ready the potion."

"You never told me what you wanted."

"Simple. Your soul."

(a/n: I'm happy with this chapter. Insanely happy.