Chapter Nineteen

Hell in a Handbasket

Draco might indeed have had Ginny well and wooed by the end of the semester if not for several events that followed in the next twenty four hours.

It started at breakfast after the ball and went down hill from there.

Ginny had discovered she was insanely good at jumping to comclusions over the past few years. Not enough to notice her girlfriend didn't like her like that or that Draco did, but enough tha she could make a mountain out of a mole hill if she was given the proper motivation.

GOing on a wonderful date with your mortal enemy then seeing him missing from the table for breakfast was proper motivation.

Ginny didn't actually believe he was off in some dungeon being tortured for fraternizing with the enemy as Ron put it. Still, she couldn't resist a glance at Pansy Parkinson. She and Pansy still didn't see exactly eye to eye but they got along well enough. If anyone knew something about Draco's absence, it would be Pansy.

And Pansy looked concerned as shit.

Ginny's head snapped around to the teacher's table. Her eyes focused on Snape who was trying to avoid her gaze. That alone said something.

Ginny got up from her seat, marching out of the Great hall. A second later, Pansy followed her.

"Weasley."

"Parkinson. Have you seen Draco?"

"Not since the ball."

Ginny bit her lip as they started down to the dungeons. Pansy suddenly stepped infront of her, forcing her to stop. Pansy studied her. "You really like him, don't you?"

GInny flushed. "Fine, damnit. I do."

Pansy smirked. "I knew it. He's all yours."

Ginny blinked at that, "Wha?"

"I've been over him for a while, Gin. He needs someone special and only someone special would ignore the death looks I give them and date him any way."

Ginny smiled slightly, "Alright, you win."

Pansy let them into the Slytherin common rooms then into Draco's room. Everything looked entirely normal in his room but that meant nothing. No, the only thing that meant anything was the fact that his bed was made and unslept in. The other beds in the room were unmade and messy.

Ginny and Pansy shared a look.

"When's Snape's first class?

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Snape once read somewhere that somepeople could predict natural disasters. He wondered if Ginny Weasley counted as a natural disaster.

Currently she was all but levitating with rage. He swore her hair was floating of it's own accord and he had a feeling if he looked too long into her eyes his soul would be forfiet.

"Where the hell is he?" SHe snarled viciously. She had quite the entourage by now. Her brother, Ly and Hermione who were holding hands but looking worried, Potter and Luna Lovegood as well as a few from his own house.

Snape considered lying but he sucked at that. Besides, Ly could always tell.

"Voldemort has him," Snape said, feeling for the first time in his life, sorry for Voldemort.

The group as a whole gasped but Ginny barely flinched. If anything she looked smugly satisfied as if only something this bad could possibly remove Draco from her presence. For another moment Snape felt sorry for Draco then, remembering some of the boy's childhood escapades, changed his mind. These two deserved each other. She would give him every ounce of love he needed and he would keep her happy in ways she didn't yet know exsisted.

"Well, Harry, look's like you'll just have to escalate that little war of yours." GInny said coolly.

Harry stared at Ginny as did her brother and Hermione. Ly, who know her ex better than perhaps her own brother, merely smiled. It wasn't often that Ginny got well and pissed, but when she did, little could stop her.

"Ginny, It's going to take years to even prove that Voldemort exsists let alone find and destroy him."

Ginny turned on him. "How many times have I asked you for a favor?"

"This goes a little beyond-"

"How many times have I cried while asking?" Ginny said as tears welled in her eyes. Snape wasn't sure if they were real or not, but he was impressed.

Harry was speachless and Snape used this oppurtunity to but in. "Actually, there's a bit of a problem with that."

Ginny and company turned to look at him. Snape was surprised to see that GInny's tears were infact, real.

"Harry's not the one to destroy him."

The group stared at him.

"Ginny, you're the one to light the way."

(A/N: le gasp! Seriously who saw that coming? Come on! Truth here! Who knew Ly wasn't the one to light the way? Honestly? I didn't even know til I wrote the last chapter. Then everything just clicked. But go me! I actually managed a fic where the Mary Sue isn't the big hero!

To Ebonpinion- Hope I didn't make you wate too long!