Rule Ten
Draco rounded the corner in time to see Ginny fall. She had a little blonde girl in her arms, a girl he assumed was Coriander. The girl cried out as Ginny dropped her.
Behind the pair of them, Lucius Malfoy smirked down at the redhead.
"Just as annoying as ever, Miss Weasley. It's time I took care of that for you."
"In your dreams, father," Draco snarled, throwing himself down the hall and at his father. Lucius jumped to the side to avoid his son but Draco managed to course correct.
The two men squared off.
"Coriander, go down to Mom," Draco instructed.
The little girl looked at Ginny's fallen, unmoving form. "I'll take care of her, Cory," Draco said, smiling at his little sister.
The girl hesitated then flashed him a smile before taking off.
"Noble intentions, son," Lucius said. "I'm sure she'll remember it when she watches us bury you."
"One of us is being buried tonight, father and it's not going to be me."
"What makes you so certain you're going to live?"
"Nothing can stop love."
The fight was like nothing Draco had ever been through. It was brutal. He didn't have Ginny's limitless power or skill. What he did have was raw fury on his hands.
Finally Lucius fell. Draco knew his father was dead but he couldn't bring himself to care. He turned to the love of his life and picked her up.
Looking into her pale face, he could feel his life draining with hers. He couldn't let her die.
Kissing her forehead, he strode from the manor, his future wife in his arms.
(A/N: Ginny is not dead. There, now you can stop your witch hunt. :3