Chapter Twenty-One

Negotiations of a Ferret and a Weasel

'Bastard!' Ginny swore, as she stalked around her canopy bed. Where the hell was he? And why wasn't he answering her?

HARRY POTTER. WHERE ARE YOU? She shrieked into his brain.

After waiting a few moments she realised he wasn't going to answer, or he had blocked her out. Well fine. I have been on my own for the past eight months, I can manage now.

'But you wasn't yourself, darling Ginny.' Hissed the evil voice of Ginerva deep inside her mind. Shaking off the self doubt she turned to face Draco Malfoy. He hadn't moved since he had watched her sob on the floor in a beautiful gown of velvet, now stained with her tears.

'Why are you still here?' she asked harshly. Draco raised one pale eyebrow slightly and smirked.

'Well if you would rather I go report to the Dark Lord what I just witnessed?' he lingered on the last word slightly. Ginny however waved a hand dismissively.

'You shall tell him at some point. The question is, will he believe that I fallen back to my good graces?' she smirked.

Leaving Draco pondering her answer, Ginny strolled over to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a large glass of gin.

'Well perhaps, yes I do agree with you that if I tell him, the Dark Lord will most likely not believe me. However,' Draco joined her by the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of scotch, 'if I was to allow the Dark Lord to view my memories, then there could be no possible way for him to not discover the truth.'

He sipped his drink, gazing at Ginny over the rim of the glass.

'This is true.' Ginny replied thoughtfully, 'I applaud you for your foresight Draco; however, if there was no longer a you to report back to the Dark Lord, then I have no real problem. Do I?'

Ginny smiled at the look of shock that swept over Draco's face.

'I may no longer be Ginerva, but I am not the sweet, innocent Ginny Weasley you knew, and I have no qualms about sacrificing you to save myself.' She sipped some of her gin and grimaced slightly at the burn in her chest. Sighing she set down the glass and her wand snapped into her hand.

'I am truly sorry about this Draco, but there is no other way.'

As Ginny raised her wand Draco held up both hands and cringed away.

'Wait! I have information! About what the Dark Lord has planned for you.'

Ginny stilled and gazed down at the ferret before her, before quickly sending a silencing charm at the door.

'What information would I not know about?' Ginny laughed mirthlessly.

'Information about the lunar cycle, his attempt to impregnate you on the tribal stone I have been preparing with my Aunt.' Draco whispered.

'Impregnate?' Ginny breathed, her wand lowered slightly.

'Yes,' Draco replied as he slowly rose from the floor, 'he wants you to birth to him a child of raw power that will be as evil as the Devil himself. He suspects the birth will kill you.'

'When-,' Ginny cleared her throat, 'when is this meant to occur,'

'In two days time,' Draco replied, watching her closely. He was prepared for the screaming, sobbing, fainting or a mixture; what he was not prepared for is for Ginny Weasley to nod her head in resignation.

'I see,' she drank some more of her drink, now revelling in the burn it gave her, 'well it seems that everything has finally come down to nothing. Cheers,' she tilted her glass towards him before drinking the entire contents it contained.

'Don't you, aren't you afraid?' Draco asked bewildered as he watched her pour herself another glass. Ginny swirled the liquor around in the bottom of the glass.

'Even if I were? I doubt you would help me.' Ginny shrewdly said, her lips grazing the glass.

'Suppose that I would help you?' Draco said, resting his back against a wall.

'And why would you want that?' Ginny asked suspiciously.

'Because if I help you escape, then I want to go with you. And not be arrested the moment I do. I want you to give me sanctuary.'

'Why?'

'I have chosen the wrong path, and I wish to rectify this before things really do get ugly for me.' Draco had another sip of his scotch. 'Take the offer or leave it Weaslette, I can leave and plead to Potter if need be, but it would be easier with your help.'

'How do you propose, hypothetically, that we escape?' Ginny inquired.

'This.' Draco held up a pendant that was attached to a piece of rope that hung around his neck. 'It's a portkey that will take us to Diagon Alley; all of the Dark Lord's servants have one. From there we can apparate to my sanctuary.'

Draco smiled triumphantly before he drank the last of his scotch.

'What do you say then Weasley?'

'Stupefy,' Ginny hissed.

The red light filled Draco's surprised eyes before the darkened as he was knocked unconscious.

'Idiot.' Ginny scoffed. She stalked over to him and removed the pendant from his neck. After a quick glance around the room to be sure that nothing of import was left Ginny tapped the Portkey three times and whispered, 'Portus,' and nothing happened.

'Shit!' she cursed. She kicked Malfoy in the stomach in annoyance, and the moment she did, the Portkey glowed blue for a second. In curiosity she knelt and placed one finger on Malfoy's chest, the Portkey glowed stronger than before.

'Damn it!' she cursed again. A closer inspection of the Portkey showed her that it was blood activated, allowing Malfoy to be the only one able to use it.

'Bastard!'

Knowing she was trapped, Ginny grasped Malfoy's forearm.

'Clever son of a bitch.' She complimented the still form beside her.

'Portus,'

The Portkey glowed blue and grew warm in her hand until in a whirl of colour Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy were transported from Malfoy Manor to land in the ruins of Diagon Alley.

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