So my computer decided to delete the chapter I was writing (grr…) so this is the rewrite! Hope you enjoy and thank you to SA Carter and The Ice Within for reviewing!

Chapter Quote:
"You're scary sometimes. Brilliant, but scary."
~Ron Weasley

Chapter 11

Ziva

Upon entering the Ministry of Magic, Ziva felt a mixture of relief and trepidation. The relief came from getting off the thestral. It's not that the ride on the thestral had been uncomfortable, it had just been really cold at the altitude they were at. The view made up for it though. Seeing London all lit up at night was beyond the power of words to describe. The scene had to be personally viewed. Ziva couldn't help but think Draco would've loved to see it.

The trepidation came from the adrenaline of thinking that a fight could possibly be breaking out, with the additional thought that for the first time in her life, she'd be seeing Voldemort. There was also the fact that, in a way, they were breaking into a forbidden place… No, they were breaking in, Ziva decided. But that wouldn't stop her. She had come this far already and there would be no stopping her.

She had taken the rear of the group so she repeatedly looked over her shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed.

The group got on an elevator; Harry pressed a button, one that Ziva couldn't see, and they elevator lurched down. The trip was short and within a few seconds, they had disembarked onto a new floor with built by the same, eerie black bricks in the main part of the ministry. Down here, however, the bricks gave a more ominous aura. That wasn't helped when a monotone voice of a woman announced, "Department of Mysteries."

Harry started walking like he knew exactly where he was going. Ziva didn't doubt him.

"Are you okay?" Elliot queried, nudging her friend.

"Yeah, just thinking," Ziva responded softly, looking at Elliot. Her friend was pale and her eyes seemed distant. "Are you okay? You don't look well."

"Oh I'm fine. Come on, we need to catch up. I don't want to lose them." Ziva and Elliot dashed forward just as Harry opened the door that had been at the very end of the hallway, revealing seven-story shelves going down the entire length of the room. Glowing, white spheres of all sizes filled each shelf.

Prophecies.

They walked in, beholding one of the wonders of what the Department of Mysteries had to offer. Ziva walked up to one of the shelves, examining one of the prophecies for a person named 'Mildred Barbosa.' Realizing that each prophecy was specified for a certain person, Ziva wondered if there was a prophecy with her name on it. She started perusing the shelves, allowing for her eyes to wander over everything, ignoring the fact that her group had completely left her behind. She pulled out her wand and murmured, "Lumos."

The tip of her wand illuminated, shedding more light onto the prophecies. One in the center, on a higher, more elaborate holder, caught Ziva's attention. The holder itself was intricate enough compared to the others. She figured it must be for a rich person or an important prophecy. The holder was made of tarnished silver. The bottom looked like water while the part that actually held up the prophecy ball looked like a deformed but beautiful tree. Ziva glanced at the nametag for it: E.K.T to J.B.C Ziva Herondale and Draco Malfoy.

Why on earth would a prophecy be made about her? She was nothing special. Curiosity got to her and Ziva picked up the prophecy. It was cold to the touch but warmed up immediately in her hand, making her think she'd done something wrong. Instead, a voice spoke in her head while Elliot's face appeared in the prophecy ball. Her lips were in sync with the words in Ziva's head:

"The ones that are able to unite Hogwarts are soon to be born a year apart.

Pureness born to opposing families of color and allegiance.

The first shall be marked for a task created by revenge,

The second's choices control the Marked,

Together they can bond the houses of Hogwarts once more,

But neither can live nor survive without the other.

If one dies, it shall be at the hand of the other."

The voice disappeared, leaving Ziva stunned. It was clear what most of the lines meant. Obviously, the 'ones' were Ziva and Draco for this was their designated Prophecy ball. They were both purebloods, which explained the "pureness born." The "color and allegiance" meant red and green, or Gryffindor and Slytherin, and the Order and the Death Eaters. Ziva didn't want to believe Draco would join the Death Eaters' ranks but she doubted he would stray from the path his parents took and they would follow Voldemort. Ziva didn't understand what the third line meant except that it was about Draco. The fourth line meant her for she was born after him but what, or who, exactly did her choices control? The fifth line was easy to understand, but it was the last two lines that worried her.

"But neither can live nor survive without the other.

If one dies, it shall be at the hand of the other."

The words echoed in her head. Did it mean that if one died, the other would die too? Or did it mean that if one died, the other would become so depressed that it would be as if they were dead? But she and Draco weren't that close, not to the extent the prophecy was insinuating. And another question that bothered Ziva was why it was in Elliot's voice? Why had Elliot's face been in the prophecy ball as the prophecy itself had been spoken? And did she have to kill Malfoy? Would he kill her?

Making a split-second decision, Ziva murmured "Adendum" at her pocket, making her pocket undetectably larger to the public eye. She shoved the prophecy into her pocket, deciding to take it to Draco. She vaguely wondered if this was one of her choices that affect whoever the Marked was.

"Ziva!" Jade hissed, grabbing her friend by the arm. Ziva jumped from surprise.

"Sorry I got distracted. Where's Elliot? With the others?"

"She was behind me…" Jade and Ziva dashed off to find their red-headed friend. When they did find her, Elliot was collapsed on the floor, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Jade was freaking out while Ziva somehow managed to keep her cool. Ziva grabbed Elliot's arms and was about to shout at her friend to wake up when her friend started spouting the prophecy Ziva had just heard, the one about herself.

"Ziva! What is she saying?!" Jade demanded.

"A prophecy! She's a Seer! Lower your voice!" Ziva ordered firmly, regaining her composure now knowing that her friend would be okay. When the prophecy was over, Elliot woke up as if nothing had happened. She propped herself on her hands and asked innocently, "What happened?"

"Yeah, what happened?" Neville's voice queried quietly from behind Jade.

"You had a prophecy, Ellie. And Neville, she's a Seer. But we need to go. We need to catch up with the others," Ziva said urgently. The four got up and ran to the main aisle. They found Harry staring at a prophecy ball; by the look on his face, he was definitely hearing his.

"What's going on?" Elliot queried, looking at Harry.

"It's a prophecy about him and You-Know-Who," Luna whispered.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted. Ziva whirled around to see what had freaked her fellow Gryffindor out. A man cloaked in black, with nothing but a bronze, ornately decorated mask showing, was walking towards them. Ziva recognized the Death Eater attire instantly. The Death Eater pulled out his wand and said smoothly, "You know, you should really learn the difference between dreams... and reality." He waved his wand in front of his mask, removing it and revealing himself. It was like looking at Draco's twin almost. The resemblance between father and son was remarkable. Lucius Malfoy continued. "You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy."

"If you do anything to them, I'll break it," Harry warned coldly.

Another Death Eater appeared although she didn't bother with the mask or black cloaks. She wore a raggedy but nicely made black dress. Her frizzy black hair was pulled back. She laughed. "He knows how to play! Itty, bitty baby Potter."

"Bellatrix Lestrange!" Neville said angrily.

"Neville Longbottom is it? How are your parents?" she questioned sarcastically.

"Fine now that they're about to be avenged!" he retorted, flourishing his wand. Harry stopped him while Lucius stopped Bellatrix.

"Now, let's everybody just… calm down, shall we? All we want is that prophecy," Lucius consoled in a rather diplomatic tone.

"Why does Voldemort need me to get it?" Harry demanded.

"You dare speak his name!" Bellatrix growled. "You filthy Half-Blood!"

"Now Bellatrix, he's just curious. Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made, which is lucky for you, Harry. Haven't you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord? Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant? Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter. All you have to do is give it to me. I can show you everything," Lucius promised.

"He's lying Harry. Don't give it to him," Ziva admonished quietly.

Lucius's eyes flitted to look at her. "Ah, Miss Herondale. Yes, you are definitely your parents' daughter. You look just like them, have their attitude well."

"He's lying Harry," Ziva said, ignoring the elder Malfoy. "I can tell by the look in his eyes. His son does the same thing."

She realized her mistake. How would she know the look in Draco's eyes? Lucius picked up on her error. "You know Draco?"

"Unfortunately," Ziva lied. "I've seen your son lie and he had the same expression as you do now."

"I've waited fourteen years…" Harry mumbled, ignoring the conversation between Ziva and Lucius.

The Death Eater turned his attention back to Harry. "I know…"

"I guess I can wait a little bit longer," Harry added before commanding, "Now!"

At the same time, the members of Dumbledore's Army shouted, "Stupefy!" or "Expelliarmus!"

The Death Eaters half-apparated out of their positions. The group bolted off into different directions, some in pairs, some in trios. Ziva managed to get herself all alone. She ran through the aisles and rows of prophecy shelves, looking all around her. She was stopped by Lucius.

"What do you know of my son?" Lucius demanded.

"I don't know what you mean," Ziva replied truthfully, pointing her wand at him.

"You know what I mean! What you said earlier! What did you mean? What has my son done?"

"Nothing. A Slytherin and Gryffindor talking to each other without wanting to kill each other? Honestly, who's ever heard of such a thing?" Ziva retorted.

Lucius stared at her, contemplating on whether he should believe her or not. Apparently, her statement was and wasn't enough.

"You know my son in a different way than the others, I can tell. I do not know your relationship with but believe me, I will find out. I will leave you to the other Death Eaters so as not to injure my son in case you're not telling me the full truth about your relationship with him." He jumped up into a black mass, leaving her alone and befuddled. When she heard a scream that she recognized as Jade's, she ran. Jade and Elliot were cornered by a Death Eater. Ziva sent a transformation spell at the unsuspecting Death Eater. The light orange spell blasted into the enemy, turning him into a braying donkey.

"Don't mess with my friends you jackass," Ziva growled.

"Seriously Ziva? You turned him into a donkey and you're calling him a jackass?" Elliot said with a grin.

"Just turning him into his true self. Come on, let's get out of here and find the others!" Ziva helped her friends up and they headed towards the direction where the most shouting was from. That seemed to be the idea for everybody because they all crashed into each other at the same spot. The group then faced the way they'd come in, only to see all the Death Eaters regrouping and coming straight for them. Ginny, Ziva, Jade, and Elliot apparently all had the same idea as they yelled, "Reducto!"

Jade and Elliot's spells hit the shelves. Ginny and Ziva's spells went straight through the Death Eaters' ranks, scattering them, possibly hitting one of the evil guys which gave Ziva a disgusting thought about an explosion spell hitting a person. She outwardly gave a small shudder.

As all of them stared at where the spells just went, the tinkling of prophecy balls reached their ears; the pleasant sound was soon followed by crashing glass.

"Get back to the door!" Harry yelled, turning around and running off. Everyone followed without hesitation. The shelves themselves started falling down, pushing others over, creating a domino effect. Ziva was stuck in the back so she was closest to the chaos. A few of the prophecies slammed into her head with a force that made her involuntarily cry out. Harry opened the door they'd been going for and they all ran into the new room only to fall because there was no floor except for ten feet down. Just as she was about to hit the ground, an invisible force suspended her a few inches off of it before she dropped. She groaned, rolling over and standing up.

"Department of Mysteries- got that bit right, didn't they?" Ron noted casually.

"The voices… can you tell what they're saying?" Harry inquired, walking up to a massive stone archway. Ziva couldn't hear anything coming from the stone archway, but she heard something else.

"I hear them, too," Luna added.

"Harry, it's just an empty archway… please Harry," Hermione begged.

Ziva turned around to face the door they'd just come in. The sound was getting louder. Apparently, Harry heard it as well because he shouted, "Get behind me!"

They obeyed and took out their wands, readying themselves for a fight. But there was hardly a fight to be held. The Death Eaters, in their half-apparated , dark black mass form, swarmed down on them like flies and grabbed each one. Ziva felt hands gripping her arms. She blindly sent a spell upwards and the hands disappeared. But more hands gripped her. She fought back ferociously. Ziva could've sworn she kicked a Death Eater in the face but she didn't care. As long as it wasn't a person on her side, she was fine.

Once the black mass attack was over with, only she and Harry remained on the center rock formation next to the veil. Harry and Ziva scrambled up. Ziva wondered why, along with Harry, she hadn't been taken by one of the Death Eaters.

Lucius stood in front of them. He laughed arrogantly. "Did you actually believe, or were you truly naïve enough to think, that children stood a chance against us? I'll make this… simple for you Potter. Give me the prophecy now, or watch your friends die." Almost as an afterthought, he asked, "Where is Amycus?"

"Right here," a man said, stepping up.

"Grab her. This is between me and Potter."

"I'd gladly take the bitch who changed me into a donkey but she has a prophecy on her," Amycus remarked, glowering at Ziva.

"Just turning you into what you really are," Ziva muttered. She heard Harry give a slight chuckle.

"Why do you have a prophecy?" Lucius queried, walking up to her. She wouldn't allow herself to be intimidated. Ziva had a right to her own prophecy.

"Because now you have to decide if I have the one you're looking for or if Harry does," she answered, pulling out her own prophecy. Of course, only Ziva knew it was her own. The look on his face was priceless because now he doubted himself on who had the real prophecy.

"Don't give it to him Harry!" Neville shouted. Lucius smirked because Neville had just given him his answer. Ziva pocketed her prophecy again as Harry handed his to the elder Malfoy who smirked victoriously.

A whooshing came out of nowhere. A man with shoulder length, semi-curly hair, appeared behind Malfoy. Harry looked pleased. Ziva didn't know why he was happy to see Sirius Black. The guy was a mass murderer, or at least supposedly. The man sure didn't look like a guy who would kill for fun.

Lucius turned around and nonchalantly, Sirius said, "Step away from my godson."

The first punch was thrown as Sirius hit Lucius square in the jaw, making him go flying backwards. He lost the grip on the prophecy and it crashed to the floor. Malfoy looked mortified. Ziva looked around as white streaks of lights went after the Death Eaters, forcing them away from the kids. One of the Death Eaters started sending spells at Sirius and Harry. Ziva sent a volley right back at him.

"Nice one girl! What's your name?" Sirius asked.

"Ziva!"

"Nice to meet you!" Sirius replied cheerfully before dragging Harry away. Ziva grinned as she continued to fight. Not realizing a Death Eater had come to the side of her, she was hit with a spell that sent her flailing into a wall on the other side of the room. She dropped to the ground in a daze.

"Are you okay?" A woman asked. Looking up, Ziva saw Nymphadora Tonks staring down at her.

"I'll be better if I can get that jerk," Ziva grunted, sitting up. She put a hand to her head only to find it warm and sticky. Pulling her hand back to where she could see it, Ziva saw her hand was covered in dark, red blood. "He's going to pay for that one."

"Come on, let's get you-" Tonks began but Ziva interrupted her with a spell, sending it at one of the Carrows, the sister, Alecto. The spell sent the Death Eater back, flipping head over feet. Tonks looked at Ziva, looking rather surprised.

"You, my feisty friend, need to become an Auror. I'll talk to Kingsley about you but we need to go now!" she urged. She grabbed Ziva by the hand and the two ran over to where Kinglsey Shacklebolt was dueling two Death Eaters. Ziva had by now started feeling faint from the loss of blood but she forced herself to stay awake. However, everyone paused when the curse "Avade Kedevra" was heard. Ziva whirled around to face Harry, just in time to see the spell hit Sirius. Harry looked stunned; Remus ran up to him to hold him back from going after Sirius who had gone into the archway and disappeared. Harry cried out in anger, in sadness, while Bellatrix laughed and ran out of the room. Harry struggled out of Remus's arms and went after her. The remaining Death Eaters started to disappear, allowing Ziva to sink to the floor without feeling like she was betraying everyone in the room.

The remaining Aurors gather around Kingsley and Tonks along with the D.A. members. Jade had a nasty cut on her arm; Elliot seemed to be dazed. Ziva was in the worst shape out of all of the D.A. members which made her feel incompetent. She was supposed to be a good fighter; how could she be an Auror if she got this injured every time?

"We'll go after them once we get the children fixed up. What happened to you?" Moody asked, looking down at Ziva.

"Stunning spell to the head I think. Sent me flying head first into a wall."

"From the other side of the room. It's incredible she didn't black out," Tonks praised.

"I'd rather turn Alecto into a jackass again," Ziva muttered.

"Maybe that's why she kept braying periodically," Remus joked lightly. "That's a difficult spell to cast. Well done, Miss Herondale."

"Let's get you all fixed up and then get out of here in case the Death Eaters return," Kingsley ordered, pulling out his wand. Within minutes, the group had had their cuts healed or bandages wrapped around the more serious ones. Ziva had a bandage wrapped around her head due to her painful crash into the wall. With the help of Neville, she stood up. Her vision swam but she restrained herself from groaning in pain which she very much wanted to do. Her left ankle was sprained as well but rather than admitting to the others that she was injured even further, Ziva ignored the pain enveloping her foot and lower leg with each step taken.

They were led out to the elevator where the Aurors then left them to go after the Death Eaters. The group raced to the main hall where they found Harry writhing on the floor. With his eyes glowing an unnatural green, Harry said in a snaky, slimy voice, "You've lost old man."

He let out a cry of anguish as he struggled against some unseen force on the floor once more. Ziva's vision swam and sound was briefly blocked out but when she gained her senses again, Harry was speaking in his own voice. "You're the weak one. And you'll never know love, or friendship, and I feel sorry for you."

At that, the white powder-like substance on the floor started shifting. It rose up in a mini-tornado. When it had settled, Voldemort was standing there in all his malicious glory. She was definitely petrified of the situation but her brain was going fuzzy, making her think random thoughts so she had a difficult time repressing a giggle at the fact that Voldemort had little to no nose.

"You're a fool, Harry Potter, and you will lose everything," Voldemort whispered. Just after he said that, ministry workers started appearing in the fire places via Floo network. Voldemort disappeared, leaving everyone in the room speechless.

The battle was over.

Tonks and Remus came back to escort the kids back to Hogwarts where they were greeted by McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Professor Snape, and Madame Pomfrey. There were a few kids milling about and they stopped abruptly with their mouths agape at the sight of the bedraggled D.A. members.

Madame Pomfrey fussed over Ziva and Harry the most. Jade merely had some Dittany put on her arm and she was free to go. Elliot was told not to do any strenuous activity for she had a minor concussion which would be gone in a couple days. Neville was practically unscathed, just a few small cuts that need to be cleaned up. Ginny had a few bruises but nothing horrible; the same went for Hermione and Ron. Harry had a busted lip, Luna a broken nose, but nothing a little magic couldn't fix. Ziva had a small bandage placed on the cut on her head. She was also informed that she had a severe concussion and like Elliot, shouldn't do anything strenuous. On top of that, she had to stay overnight for observation to make she wasn't worse than Madame Pomfrey had diagnosed.

Therefore, Ziva reluctantly stayed in the infirmary. The D.A. members that had fought in the Ministry of Magic were excused from classes for the next two days to rest. Ziva was relieved. She did not feel up to going to a class tomorrow.

It was midnight and Ziva was still trying to go to bed. She'd been trying since ten. Unlike last time, there were other students in the infirmary but they'd all fallen asleep. Realizing she wouldn't be slipping into the dream state anytime soon, Ziva quietly got out of her bed and went on a walk about the school, making sure no one would see her. If she was caught by a teacher, she'd lie saying she was sleep-walking.

Ziva came upon a door; she recognized it as Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She had just walked three flights of stairs without being caught. Wanting some company, she entered. It was silent for the most part, but someone else was in there, Ziva could sense it. She cautiously walked farther in. When she rounded the corner, someone embraced her in a rib-cracking hug. She recognized the scent of his cologne that he always wore. Ziva had never been hugged by him like this before, where he had both arms wrapped around her waist and his face pressed up against hers. She wasn't complaining though.

"Are you all right?" Draco demanded gently, pulling away and looking at her. His blue eyes were sparkling in the moonlight, enrapturing Ziva's attention. He shook her out of her trance. "Ziva!"

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "I'm fine, just a cut on the head and a concussion. It makes me a bit loopy but I'm fine nonetheless. I came here because I couldn't sleep. What are you doing here?"

"Same, I was… worried," he admitted sheepishly.

"About what?"

"You! I heard what happened! It's been all over the school. Did…" Draco looked down, as if afraid to ask. "Did my father hurt you?"

"No, not at all. He knows something is up between us and he said he wouldn't hurt me because of you. So he left me to the other Death Eaters."

"I'm not sure if I should be happy or angry. Was the confrontation in front of the others? Do they suspect anything?"

"No, it was alone. We were all running and I naturally managed to isolate myself. Um, Draco? While I was in the Department of Mysteries, I came across something… I, uh, I took it because I needed to show you. I don't know what to make of it."

"What is it?" he asked, taking her hand leading her to the wall so they could sit down. Ziva stuck her hand into her jean pocket and pulled out the prophecy ball. Draco's eyes widened significantly.

"Is that a prophecy?" he breathed.

"Yes…"

"Is it about you? That's the only way you can take it though so it must be."

"Yes. I want you to listen to it. I want your take on it." She handed it to him in a rather rushed manner, scared of what was going to happen. Ziva drew her legs up to her chest and braced her forehead on her knees, waiting anxiously for Draco to finish. When he did, he gingerly set the prophecy down on the floor and made her look up at him.

"The second person this prophecy is about is me, isn't it?" he questioned softly. Ziva nodded and replied, "The name tag had our names on it, just ours. I couldn't hide something like that from you."

"I'm glad you didn't. Any idea what some of it means? Like who the marked is?"

"No idea. That's why I had you listen to it, see if you could shed some light on it. To be honest, the prophecy scares me a bit, specifically by the last two lines…"

"I guess we'll just have to make sure we don't let the other get killed and make sure we don't get ourselves killed when we're not," he declared. "And I would never kill you. Besides, I think you'd kill me first if such a situation arose."

"Easier said than done and I would not kill you!" Ziva retorted, rubbing her forehead ruefully as a headache started to pound its way in. Surprisingly, Draco put his arm around her. She looked at him.

"I will make sure nothing happens to you whenever I can help it, so there's no need to worry. Hey, Ziva?"

"Hmm?"

"I heard some other things, about your friend Elliot. She's a Seer, isn't she?"

Looking at him warily, she answered yes. He explained further. "One of the Death Eaters found out. I don't know how but he knows about her powers. If the Dark Lord finds out, and he will, she'll be in constant danger. He'll want her power to see if she can access the prophecy about him and Potter. You need to find a way to protect her too."

"She'll think I'm off my rocker and I don't see her much during the summer because I'm travelling but I think I might know someone who could…"

"I don't want her getting hurt, even if she is a Mud- I mean a Muggle," Draco corrected himself when he got a warning look from Ziva. "Habit… sorry…"

"It's okay… how long have you been awake?"

"Since five this morning when I woke up from a bad dream. Snape told me what was happening. He'd been ordered to make some healing potions for you guys so he was up early. I helped because I had nothing else to do and well… he might've mentioned you were there so…"

"So you helped because of me?" Ziva was oddly touched.

"I didn't know if you were injured but if you were, I wanted to have indirectly helped you get better," he admitted shyly.

"Thank you, Draco. You have no idea how much you've helped me," Ziva told him sincerely, resting her hand on his. He smiled at her and she rested her head on his shoulder, exhaustion sweeping over her like one giant wave.

She didn't even remember falling asleep.

Draco

He froze up as Ziva fell asleep. How was he supposed to get her back to the hospital wing? She needed to be there but he didn't want to wake her. She needed the rest; he decided to stay with her.

Draco then shifted his thoughts to the fact he'd shown her way too much emotion when he hugged her earlier. He wasn't supposed to be warm and friendly; he was supposed to be cold and calculating. He wasn't meant to be a lover; he was meant to be a fighter. So why did he act opposite of what he was supposed to be with her? He acted differently around her; Draco was calmer, more open, more… carefree. He didn't really have to worry what she thought of him. He knew Ziva wouldn't judge him based on his thoughts; she based her judgment of someone off of their actions. Yes, Ziva disapproved of his treatment towards her fellow Gryffindors but she also knew that he had to act that way to continue to be accepted in Slytherin house. She had to continue being rude to him in the hallways or else she'd be out-casted in Gryffindor.

Their relationship was a hard one to maintain, not because they grew bored of each other. Draco doubted that that would ever happen. It was more because it was so problematic trying to hide their friendship from their other friends who were highly disapprove of it altogether. They wouldn't care if Draco and Ziva were inseparable; their friends would rip them apart from each other in any way they could. Neither he nor she would allow that to happen, so they continued to hide it.

When Ziva shifted her position so that she was snuggled up closer to Draco, he took his class robes out of his bag and placed them around her. Doing this action made his thoughts turn to the prophecy. He hadn't told her, but the prophecy scared him too, mainly because he knew who the 'marked' would be. He didn't think Ziva realized that the second time the word 'marked' was mentioned, the letter 'M' was meant to be uppercase, meaning it was a singular person. Draco had a gut feeling that person would be him. With Voldemort back, his parents would serve the Dark Lord and he'd be forced to serve as well. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay out of the fight but he would have no choice unless he wanted to die. Draco wasn't ready to die. He wanted to marry, he wanted to have kids. He wanted a future other than killing other people because of their blood status.

But only Ziva knew this. Only she knew what he really wanted. All his other friends thought he wanted to join the Death Eaters because he couldn't stand Muggles. At times, he couldn't. Hermione Granger really did get on his nerves. But did he want to kill them? No.

Furthermore, he couldn't die because then Ziva would die. That had to be what the prophecy meant. Were their lives somehow tied with each other? Was there some unknown spell that had been placed on them when they'd been born that made it where if one died, the other would die as well? No, Draco had never heard of such a spell existing. It had to do with something else, just what, he didn't know.

Giving himself a headache from all the thinking, Draco rested his head on Ziva's, careful not to wake her up. Presently, he fell asleep, allowing her presence to calm him down.

She was safe for the time being.

That's all that mattered.

Wow, that was a super long chapter and I've completely neglected writing a six-nine page paper due tomorrow to write it (and I haven't even started writing that paper god help me). So, because of that, you guys better review because that shows how much I love writing this story for you people! Go go go!