Chapter Fifteen

New Plans

Draco groaned. Shit he didn't want to make a habit of this. The Lygot had been none too gentle getting him here. But he'd rather it was him than Ginny any day. He looked around, studying his cell. Same as last time. A simple barred box. There was no light this time but he knew half his face was probably coated in blood.

He sighed. No wand. No chance. He wasn't quite up to snuff on his wandless magic.

Seems there was nothing more to do than wait.

And there came Ginny, entering unbidden into his thoughts. He let her. All he could picture was her bright hazel eyes, laughing at him. Her pretty freckled face. If he had to go out, he wanted someone like her safe. But if he died she would be stuck here forever. He couldn't leave her here. She deserved better. He would fight for her.

He knew he was infatuated with her. She wasn't just pretty. She wasn't just nice. She wasn't just a good kisser. She was everything he had never had. She was smart and funny. Slower to enrage than her brother but a lot more devious when provoked. He grinned ruefully, rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he could still feel her hit.

She was quick to forgive when asked. Which was why she hadn't forgiven Riddle. He would never ask.

He blinked as the room lit up. He grinned cheekily at Riddle.

"Hiya Voldie." If he was going out, he was going to aggrevate the bastard first.

"Boy, you vex me."

Draco nodded. "I've been told so before."

"Your little girlfriend won't be able to stop me this time." He growled, opening the cage.

Draco looked up at him then rose to his full height. "First off, let's get a few things straight. She is not my girlfriend. If she were, you would know because she would be kicking your ass right now. Secondly, if Ginny wanted to stop you to save me, that would automatically put her in high estime. I assure you Ginny has no intention of saving me for any reason other than getting us back home. And finally, if you talk about her that way again, I will kill you. If you try to make her love you, I will kill you. Even if you take my soul, I will kill you. In a horribly slow and painful way."

Voldemort stared. Then he grinned. "So you do love her."

"Pft. I told you before, if your alhimers's isn't kicking in again, if I wanted her, she'd be mine. And the feeling would be quite mutual."

"And don't say love. Malfoy's don't love." Draco continued after a moment, crossing his arms and looking away. He looked the picture of a petulant child.

"Come boy, let's get rid of that pesky soul of yours."

"Still on that plot? Seriously, don't you watch movies? If you keep the same plan once the good guys have defeated you once, you invaribly get thrashed."

Voldemore grinned. "That's why I intend to keep Miss Weasley prisoner until I need a new soul. I think she should have a good five years until I need her. Five years to weep over your dead and uncaring corpse before I kill her too."

It was Draco's turn to stare. Then he ran at the man.

(A/N: Gasp! Another cliffie!