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Fred and George's words had been playing on Draco's mind for hours, but it wasn't until Blaise Zabini deliberately moved away from him at the dinner table that he knew something was truly wrong. Draco was hurt but made no comment on the snub, instead sitting down opposite his ever-faithful cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. While Goyle looked distinctly uncomfortable with this arrangement, he made no move to leave. Crabbe, in contrast, was too pre-occupied with his steak and kidney pie to notice the goings-on.

Draco intertwined his fingers and surveyed the two Slytherins. 'Someone's been spreading rather strange rumours about me.'

'Rumours like what?' Goyle replied, nervous.

'I'm not sure.' Draco grabbed a glass of pumpkin juice and sipped it slowly, watching his friend's awkwardness. 'Something to do with a Weird Sisters song. You wouldn't know anything about that?'

'Um...'

'Goyle,' Draco insisted, a hidden threat in his tone. Crabbe glanced up from the half-eaten pie, his mouth stained with gravy.

'It's not a rumour if you did it,' he added. Goyle glanced at Crabbe in horror.

'Did what?' Draco asked, now focussing his attention on the weakest link.

'Started singing in that courtyard, at that mudblood girl.'

'What?' Draco began to frown at the table, increasingly perplexed by the day's events. 'When did it happen?'

'This morning,' Goyle offered.

'I did no such thing.'

'But we saw you. Everyone saw you.' Crabbe replied. 'You're a good singer.' The compliment was cut off by Goyle, who had given his comrade a swift slap on the shoulder.

'That wasn't me,' Draco insisted, but his tone was more defeated than defiant.

'It sure looked like you.' Crabbe replied.

'You say I sung to Hermione?'

'Hermione.' Goyle scoffed, disgusted at such familiarity.

'That Granger girl,' he quickly replied, trying to brush it off. 'You know what I mean.'

'Yeah, you sung at Hermenee,' Crabbe agreed, his accent butchering the name. 'She gave you a good old slap for it, too.' He added with a quick chuckle.

The two friends noted Draco's expression and fell silent out of fear. Draco couldn't believe it. She's tried to humiliate me in front of the entire school because of what happened at the ball. That unbelievable witch. She must have cast some sort of illusion spell to make it look like I serenaded her. And I'm the damaged one? Draco's thoughts on how to deal with the situation were interrupted by a hungry Crabbe. 'You gonna eat that?' He asked, pointing at Draco's plate with his fork.

The revelation that Hermione was now out to destroy him had removed his appetite. He supposed he ought to be proud of her cunning and creativity. Never in a million years would he consider doing what she had done. Minor physical violence, harassment, teasing, sure - those were his usual go-tos. Her attempt to crush him had style, a finesse that he could only hope to achieve in the future. That she had chosen the Weird Sisters deliberately had reminded him of the evening she had snuck into his dormitory. All the sensations and emotions from that night now battled with his immediate desire to retaliate.

He decided to wander around the grounds to clear his head and get a plan in order. Pausing at the main entrance, he looked out at the dark courtyard where hours prior, he had reportedly sung out his feelings. The dark cobblestones and arches gave nothing away, no hint to the crime against his character.

A dark shadow moved in his peripheral vision and he turned 180 degrees. The foyer was empty. A tap on his shoulder made him jump and he turned back, only to be tackled into a hug by another student. He glanced down at his attacker in confusion. 'What the...?' He mumbled, pushing the young witch away. 'What are you doing!?'

'Oh, Draco, my dearest.' Ginny replied eagerly, her hands clasped against her chest. 'I knew you'd come back here for me tonight.'

'Um...' Draco wasn't entirely sure what was happening. He opened his mouth to enquire but Ginny quickly placed a finger against his lips.

'No, my sweet, no more words. We don't need them.' Draco brushed her arm away.

'Look, Ginny, where's Hermione?' Ginny's loving expression contorted into one of gall.

'Hermione,' the young witch spat. 'Hermione? You want to know where Hermione is?' Her pitch began to increase, hurting Draco's ears. Ginny looked like she was going to explode in anger, but instead crumpled to the floor in tears. 'You used to love me! What's so special about her?'

Draco glanced around the foyer, now hoping that another student would come along to deal with the problem. Sobbing girls were not his area of expertise.

'Um... Ginny...' he tentatively moved a hand down to tap her shoulder, trying to be comforting. Ginny quickly seized his hand and kissed it.

'Oh, you do love me.' Draco snatched back his hand and took a step back. She suddenly looked angry enough to kill. 'Are you going to her?'

'Ginny,' Draco warned, holding up his hands to gesture for her to keep away. Ginny pushed herself up from the floor and reached into her robes. The witch extracted her wand, tears still streaming down her face.

'If I can't have you...' a shaking hand began to point the wand squarely at Draco's chest, 'then nobody can!'

'Ginny,' Draco began to plead, wide-eyed.

'Don't you see?' Ginny took a step forward to him. 'She's trying to tear us apart. This is the only way we can be together!' She inhaled slowly, trying to calm herself down. 'I've never done the killing curse before, so you'll have to forgive me if it takes me more than one try.'

Draco attempted to run, turning his back on her, but she quickly responded with a leg-binding curse. He fell onto the stone floor with a dull thud, and turned back to face up at her. This is it. Killed by a Weasley. He thought to himself, incredulous.

'Miss Weasley, what on earth are you doing?'

Author's note: Definitely kudos here to that Buffy episode. If you've seen it, you'll know which one I mean.