Charon Calling by Blair

Rating: R
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 31/12/2004
Last Updated: 26/01/2005
Status: In Progress

Everyone has an expiration date, somebody wanted Ginevra Weasley's to come early.




1. Athena's anger
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Ginevra Weasley stormed down the corridor wearing an expression that could kill. "Pansy,
you fucking bitch! I am going to rip your head clean off!" It is custom for Weasleys to be hot
headed and Ginny was no exception. Thus when Pansy Parkinson decided to throw a glob of mashed
potatoes towards Gryffindor table it was a practically fatal mistake. A detention was worth seeing
the looks on their stupid Gryffindor faces, or so Pansy reasoned and plowed ahead with her plan.
The projectile whipped potato flew across the room straight at the youngest Weasleys face. Pansy
realized her drastic mistake and took flight before Ginny had time to react. When she finally
realized what had happened, Ginny fled the great hall, hot on Pansy Parkinson’s heels.

Wiping the remaining bits of potato off her face, Ginny continued her charge down the hall. As a
Gryffindor beater she had a pretty good arm and despite her wiry frame she could pack a punch,
which was said to be a most unpleasant experience. Her temper was legendary amongst Hogwarts, one
that not even her six brothers could match. If a fight broke out that involved a Gryffindor female
everyone knew Ginny Weasley was involved. When the first fight happened everyone was shocked;
little Ginevra Weasley, the quiet girl who longed for the famous Harry Potter, had gotten into a
spat. The epic encounter occurred during the beginning of her fifth year.

Pansy Parkinson was chatting it up with a group of Slytherins when Ginny was passing through to
get to her next class. Pansy sneered in disgust and ‘accidentally’ knocked into the youngest
Weasley’s arm, causing all of her books to fall. Kneeling down to pick up her scattered belongings,
Ginny did not even look at the sixth year Slytherin girl.

“You know, Weasley, you should really watch where you’re going.” Pansy snapped in disgust. “No
man would ever take a girl who was accident prone into his bed. Your hand could slip and
accidentally destroy his member or something. Then again with your evident lack of sex appeal,” she
gestured her hand up Ginny’s long body and flat chest. “ and you’re not pretty either, who would
want you? Who knows though, little Weasel, maybe one day Potter will get drunk and horny enough for
you.” She cackled with delight. Ginny remained crouched on the ground. She had ceased picking up
books, and just continued to stare at the stone floor her fists clenching. “What is it, Weasley,
cat got you poor, mudblood loving tongue?” It all happened in mere seconds, Pansy didn’t even have
time to defend herself before Ginevra Weasley pounced. Ginny cocked back her arm and hurled her
fist down hard. She continued to beat Pansy Parkinson into a bloody pulp until Draco Malfoy,
prefect badge gleaming, pulled her from the crying and bruised girl.

“Let go of me, Malfoy!” Ginny screeched, “I’m going to kill the ugly cow!”

"As much as I would love to see it happen, Weaslette," Draco drawled to the enraged
girl struggling in his arms, "today isn't Parkinson’s day to die."

Soon after Professor Snape and McGonagall came rushing to the scene and Ginny received a week’s
worth of detention. McGonagall wanted her to apologize to Pansy, but surprisingly Snape intervened
claiming that apologies would be pointless and only lead to further arguments. Since that day
Ginevra Weasley had hated Pansy Parkinson with a passion, but despite her hate Ginny couldn’t help
but be grateful to Pansy. Had she not tempted her, Ginny may have stayed the quiet and unnoticed
girl she had been before in school.

Though Pansy Parkinson was on top of Ginny’s list of “People to kill”, she was not the one Ginny
fought with close to everyday. The most epic fights, mind you, were the verbal sparring matches of
Ginevra Weasley and Draco Malfoy. Ginny, quick to anger had an even quicker venomous tongue and icy
Draco Malfoy, the boy known for his cool and calculated verbal attacks. The two only saw each other
in three different scenarios; one Quidditch matches, two passing in the halls, and three Potions,
for despite her lack of finesse in transfiguration and History of Magic Ginny was amazingly adept
at potion brewing. The smallest of insults could trigger their fights and no one could stop them
once they started. Snape, clever as he is, just let them have at it, deducting points or
distributing detentions once they finished. Their animosity towards one another, though very vocal
and public, was also rooted with respect. In every fight the two had neither had lashed out at the
other attacking below the belt so to speak. Ginny would not ever call him a Death Eater and Draco
would never mention her involvement with the chamber of secrets. They were the taboo subjects of
debate, they knew their opponents boundaries though no one else did.

Rounding the corner Ginny slowed her pace, "Where the bloody hell did she run to?"
Coming to a halt she looked around her. To the left was a portrait of a young woman reading, to the
right a classroom door, behind was the way she had came, and in front of her the hallway continued
until it met an intersection. The classroom door was locked, so she moved onward towards the
intersection. Unsure of which way to go Ginny just stood still contemplating, when dinner ended and
students flooded the halls. Frustrated, Ginny was ready to give up and go to the common room when
she felt someone push her. She started to fall, arms flailing to maintain balance but to no avail.
She crashed onto the concrete floor, knocking the back of her head. *Fuck that hurt.* Pushing
herself up on her forearms Ginny attempted to regain her orientation. Students were flying by her,
a few glancing and giggling at her fall. All of a sudden, Ginny felt a tremor run across the floor.
The walls and ceiling shook, rattling and clinking of glass came from above. Ginny glanced up just
in time to see a large, glass chandelier come plummeting towards her. *SHIT!* . The last words
Ginny heard uttered before she seeped into the lull of the unconscious were,

“Fuck.”



2. Persophone's Desent
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Looking down at the hand wrapped around her upper arm, Ginny couldn't help but wonder how
exactly had gotten there. Everyone was crowding around in front of her, presumably looking at
something that she couldn't see. Shaking the curiosity from her mind, Ginny decided to inspect
the owner of the bothersome hand. The hand was very pale and obviously male. Glancing over her
shoulder, it became apparent that the owners hand was none other than Draco Malfoy, Prince of
Slytherin.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ginny said, pulling her arm away from him.

"We have to go."

"What?"

"I need to get you out of this hallway, Weasley."

"What the bloody hell are you on about?"

"Come with me, I'll explain later." That said Draco reclaimed her upper on and
hauled her down the corridor towards the dungeons.

"What the fuck? Malfoy let go of me!" Ginny was pulling but despite all her muscle and
strength Malfoy was still stronger. Stranger still was the fact that no student, nor professor,
deemed to notice her plight. Draco Malfoy was manhandling her in the middle of the school hallway
and nobody seemed to give a damn. Ginny continued to struggle uselessly, until she saw her
brother.

"RON! Ron, help me out here!" she yelled, motioning with her free arm at Malfoy. At
this point he had decided to stop and was waiting patiently for Ginny to desist in her actions. Ron
was racing down the hall towards them, a panicked look upon his face, with Harry and Hermione,
wearing similar expressions.

"Ginny!" he yelled frantic, coming closer to them by the second.

"You're in for it now, you bloody bastard." Ginny uttered triumphantly. Normally
she and Draco would just verbally spar with one another. Never had he taken it to a physical level
of abuse, though Ginny had been known for hitting or kicking him. She felt somewhat bad for
enlisting the aid of her brother against the blond Slytherin but something was off with him, and it
was scaring her. She kept her self-satisfied smirk until Ron ran right past her, not even
acknowledging her presence.

"What the fuck?"

"He can't see you, Weasley. That point proven, can we go now? It isn't safe for you
here." He didn't wait for an answer just continued his trek towards the dungeon, tugging
along a very dazed Ginevra Weasley. Something was seriously wrong and she was having trouble
sorting out what exactly it was. Ron hadn't even looked her way, no flicker in his eyes to even
alert that he saw or heard her. She tried to recount the events that had happened since dinner. She
had gotten hit by mash potatoes, chased Pansy down the corridor, and then....

"Draco?"

"What is it, Weasley?"

"Did I get hit by a fucking chandelier?"

"Yes. We're almost there, I'll explain everything soon." Draco continued to
drag her along, and after that small snippet of information she really didn't have the energy
to argue. It is not everyday that you are hit by a chandelier, apparently become invisible, and are
rushing to the room of a boy you hate. All in all Ginevra Weasley could conclude that this day had
become royally fucked up.

Consumed with her thoughts Ginny didn't realize that they had entered Draco's chambers
until said bedroom owner started snapping his fingers in front of her.

"Weasley? Come on snap out of it, Red." Ginny reached up and curled her fingers around
his wrist.

"Malfoy, if you do not cut that the fuck out, I'm going to kill you." Surprisingly
Draco let out a sigh of relief.

"Bloody hell, don't zone out like that. I was afraid you were going catatonic."
His face twisted in what looked to be ire, and then continued to speak. "Listen, Red,
we're in deep shit right now. Something isn't right, you weren't supposed to get hit by
that chandelier."

"Thank you, Cap'n Obvious. No shit we're in deep shit! I'm invisible and
apparently non-corporeal for some reason, because I should of been killed or at least maimed or
something by that chandelier." Ginny was seriously disturbed by the prior events to the
discussion, and she really wanted explanations, but it wasn't in her nature to have serious
conversations with Draco Malfoy.

"Bloody Hell woman, just listen for five"

"Don't you swear at me and act like I'm going to listen just because you are a rich
spoiled br"

"YOU ARE FUCKING DISEMBODIED, GINNY!" Draco roared, his voice echoed off the richly
furnished chamber. The outburst was followed by a deafening silence, one so thick it could be cut
with a knife. Draco's face was red and he was slowly calming the anger and frustration Ginny
had invoked. Ginevra Weasley, on the other hand, had become pale as a ghost, eyes wide and blinking
from shock and mouth gaping in disbelief. It was several minutes before anyone spoke.

"Draco, am I dead?"

A/N: Hey, sorry for the cliff hanger but I felt it was an appropriate end for the chapter. After
this one the chapters will probably become longer and explanations will be given. Don't worry
I'm still writing Isn't it Beautiful it's just I needed a break and the idea for this
fic popped into my head and wouldn't go away. Hopefully you'll like, please Read and
review, because I love to know what the readers think about my writing.

Blair



3. Zues's Explanation
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"Draco, am I dead?"

Ginny feared the answer. If he said yes it meant that her suspicions were correct and she would
never be able to enjoy all the wonders and pleasures she had planned. It meant no first true love,
or her first time, it meant no wonderful career, no loving husband, no children, and it meant no
future in this life. If he said yes, things were going to be deeply depressing. Then again, if he
said no, it meant there was something seriously fucked up going on. She waited with abated breath
for his monumental answer.

"No, you're not dead per say."

"Per say? What the bloody hell does that mean?" That really wasn't the answer she
had been expecting.

"Just calm down and I'll explain. After that we can go to see Dumbledore." Ginny
had to fight back the urge to throw a tantrum. How could he tell her to calm down when he had just
informed her that she is sort of, but not really, dead? Restraining herself, she sat still on his
comfy bed, quiet and intent to listen.

"Now everyone has an expiration date." Ginny mumbled something suspiciously sounding
like Cap'n Obvious. Draco just glared at her and continued with his speech.

"I don't just mean everyone dies, I mean their deaths have a predestined time. Now it
is up to grim reapers to take out their souls and guide the soul onto the next step."

"What's the next step? Is this the next step? Because really I do not think that it is
fair that my after life is to be spent talking with a platinum headed prat?" She watched as
his fist clenched and his lip pursed. Draco was obviously repressing his annoyance at her
interruption.

"No, this is not the next step. I do not know the next step because I haven't made it
there yet." He said through clenched teeth. "Now if you have no more questions I'll
continue."

"Now you were not supposed to get hit by the chandelier today, your soul isn't finished
with this world. Apparently somebody wants you dead. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but
the fact that they would've succeeded if there hadn't been an intervention means, that they
aren't any normal witch or wizard."

"Why couldn’t a regular witch or wizard succeed? I'm not really getting the details
here, Malfoy. An intervention, what intervention?" Ginny had tried to contain her questions
but this wasn't something she could listen to without asking the whys.

"A regular Witch of wizard can't compete with fate, it's not possible. Some one who
has a connection with the underworld had to have been involved. As for the intervention, well that
would be my doing." He wasn't looking at her anymore. His face was turned towards the wall
next to him, but Ginny could see a hit of a blush on his cheeks. "I tapped your soul before
your body gave out. Without a soul inside the body can maintain itself, since it doesn't have
to worry about a tormented soul within. The body can maintenance itself but with the soul
unstable...well the body can't contain the soul anymore and dies out. Normally the soul comes
out on it's own after the body dies and then the soul is guided to the next step."

"Wow. So then my body isn't dead?"

"Well considering you haven't seen any bright light and are conversing with me, I'm
going to assume it is still functioning. The condition of it...well that is questionable. When we
go to see Dumbledore he should be able to tell us."

"Umm, why couldn't Ron see me?"

"Haven't you listened at all, Weasel? You are a disembodied soul, meaning no normal
human being can see you."

"Well you can see me, and touch me apparently." Ginny reasoned, rubbing her arm where
he had been gripping her for emphasis.

"Who said I'm normal?" He asked, a smirk creeping it's way across his
lips.

"Prick."

"Bitch."

"Alright we need to go see Dumbledore." Draco said, walking towards the door. He
stopped when he realized Ginny wasn't following him.

"What is it now, Weaslette?"

"Why are you helping me?"

"I have an obligation to keep. Don't ask me anymore questions for now, we have to get
everything sorted with the old coot, because I don't have a bleedin idea of what to do with
you."

"Fair enough." Ginny stood up from the bed and followed Draco out of the room. They
wove through various corridors, many of which she didn't remember passing through on the way
there. She made an attempt to memorize the way but after the third changing staircase, she gave
up.

It felt like forever and a day before they finally reached the Headmasters office. Ginny
hadn't been inside since her first year, back when her life wasn't even her own. She
shuddered at the disconcerting memory.

"You alright, Red?" Draco asked noticing her stricken look and unnerved stance.

"Like you care." Ginny spat, feeling slightly guilty, he had been mostly considerate
towards her in the past hour.

"I don't care." Draco exclaimed stiffly. They proceeded up the spiraling steps to
the headmaster’s office and soon came to the room, Fawks perched elegantly on a chair back. Ginny
slid into one of the chairs and Draco followed her example, sitting on the one next to her.
Dumbledore just sat there, looking solemn and Ginny could swear she saw a hint of distress behind
his twinkling eyes.

"Miss Weasley, you'll be happy to know that your body will heal." Ginny jumped in
surprise.

"You can see me professor?"

"I can see a lot of things others cannot, Miss Weasley."

"Sir what's going to happen to me?"

"Madam Pomphrey claims that your body will heal completely in about two or three months. We
cannot use potions to heal it until it stabilizes naturally and even then the potions will take a
long time to work."

"Once my body is stable will I be able to return to my body?"

"I cannot answer that question for you, Miss Weasley. Now for the time being you'll be
lodging with Mr. Malfoy, since his room is private."

"What? Why can't I stay in Gryffindor?"

"Oh yeah, Weasley, that's a great idea. You just go there and drive yourself insane
watching as everyone is mourning over you. Go ahead, anything just so you don't have to be near
a big bad Slytherin." Draco spat at her; if she didn't know any better she would think she
had actually hurt his feelings.

"Despite the rather sarcastic tone Mr.Malfoy has taken, he does pose a very good point. It
would be in your best interest to stay away from Gryffindor tower. A hogsmeade visit is coming up
this weekend, you and mister Malfoy can purchase you some clothing."

"What's wrong with my clothing? Can't we just go get it?"

"Weasley, as much fun as going through your underwear drawer would be, my senses are
telling me that knicking your clothes would be a very bad idea." Ginny glared at Draco, but
the prat did have a point. She couldn't very well go to her dormitory nor could Draco.

"Umm can I even change clothes? I mean if people can't see me or feel me...well can I
pick stuff up then?"

"Mr. Malfoy can solve your clothing problem, and you can rest on objects you just can't
move them. Nor can you touch the living."

"Umm, then why can I touch Malfoy?"

"Why don't you ask Draco yourself?" Ginny turned to the uncharacteristically quiet
blonde. He was sprawled out on the chair, one leg was draped over the arm and the other rested on
the ground. He looked to be in deep thought, and Ginny noticed he was actually very handsome when
he wasn't scowling.

"Malfoy, why can I touch you?" He lazily rolled his head in her direction, fixing his
gaze upon her. Looking directly into Ginevra Weasley's eyes, he uttered,

"Because, Red, I'm a grim reaper."



4. Hade's Servant
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“Grim Reaper? You mean as a soul collector, a death bringer?” Ginny was completely and utterly
shocked. She didn’t know what she had expected him to say, but that definitely hadn’t been it.

“Essentially, yes, but I don’t pick and choose who dies. As I have said before death is
preordained, and today was not your death day.” It was hard, wrapping your head around the concept
that a 17 year-old boy was able to collect souls. The fact that said boy was Draco Malfoy, sworn
Prince of Slytherin, made it even worse.

How exactly is one supposed to process a thought like this? Ginny really wasn’t sure what to
say. On one hand she was a little angry and wanted to accuse Draco of being a horrible person. Then
again he didn’t choose who died, so wasn’t he therefore innocent of murder? It was all so confusing
and she really didn’t think any question she could ask would come out intelligently.

“So umm…how exactly are you a grim reaper and still living?” She was positive she sounded like a
half-wit, but it was a logical question. She had never met a grim reaper before. The stories always
said that they were skeleton death bringers who wore hooded black robes and carried scythes.
Apparently the fairytales had been wrong because Draco Malfoy was definitely flesh and blood.

“There was an accident a few years ago, I wasn’t supposed to die but a reaper fucked up and took
my soul out. My body couldn’t sustain me without some intervention, so death made a deal with me.
My body was repaired, made stronger even, and in return I had to take up the duty as a Grim
Reaper.”

“So you collect every person who dies soul?” Ginny found this highly illogical. How could he
maintain being at Hogwarts and taking souls? A person could not be in various places at one
time.

“No, Red, I do not collect every person’s soul. There are thousands and thousands of Reapers,
and each one has a division.”

“So what’s your division?”

“I would think it obvious.”

Ginny really didn’t think that someone having a soul collecting division could have anything
obvious about it. Not wanting to look completely idiotic, she decided to glare at Draco instead of
responding verbally. He just smirked at her.

“Hogwarts, Weasley. I collect the souls of those who are killed here at Hogwarts.”

“Oh,” she felt extremely dumb at the moment. He had been right it was obvious, but it seemed
that she was blind to the obvious, negating the obviousness of his statement. Merlin, she hated
herself at times.

“Luckily there haven’t been to many deaths, so I rarely have to collect souls. You’ve actually
been the first soul I’ve popped in three years.”

“You mean..” It was three years ago when Voldemort had killed Cedric Diggory. It didn’t seem
possible for Draco to have done it, Harry had never mentioned seeing Draco.

“Diggory, and all the other souls in Voldemort’s wand. It was a horrible affair, since none had
every fully crossed over, I had to lead each one to the next step. I let them do the whole goodbye
deal, cheering on Potter, and what not, and then it was off to the great here after. I was
completely drained afterward.”

“So you were there, and didn’t make any attempt to help Harry? What kind of monster are you!”
Ginny was livid. Harry had almost died that night, Cedric did, and Draco had witnessed the entire
event and had done nothing. How could anyone trust him with human souls?

“Now you wait just one fucking minute! I don’t kill people, Ginevra, I guide souls! I can’t
interfere with fucking fate! Cedric Diggory had to die that day, and Potter was predestined not to.
You can’t fucking blame me for doing my job!” Draco had shoved himself from his chair, and was now
leaning close, yelling his defense at her, each puff of hot breath hitting her in the face. She
knew that despite her attempts to keep the fear from her eyes, it wasn’t working.

“Listen, I can’t change fate, even if I wanted to. You can’t save them.”

“Why not? You are the one popping the souls, you have the power to change fate.” Banishing her
inner turmoil Ginny stood, determined to make him see reason. *He could be a saint and save
millions of lives if he wanted to, but then again this is bloody fucking Draco Malfoy, Death Eater
to be.*

“Souls go bad, Red. If a person is meant to die and an outside force prevents it, well their
soul begins to decay in place of the body. Slowly but surely, the essence of the person drains
away. Why do you think we have evil in the world? People afraid to die cheated death and their
souls rotted away. Any goodness they had in them left and become horrid and vile souls, Red.” As
Draco Malfoy spoke, Ginny could swear that sadness laced itself within those silver orbs.

“Very well put, Mr. Malfoy.” Ginny had forgotten that Dumbledore was still there, and she felt
embarrassed that she had been so hostile towards Draco right in front of him. “Now, I believe it
would be best if you both retired for the night. Draco, I’m sure you have a spare shirt that Miss
Weasley would use for bed.” Holding back the urge to yell at the old coot, as he looked at them
both over his half moon spectacles, Ginny watched Draco nod in acquiescence. The headmaster waved
his hand in the direction of the door and Draco and Ginny obligingly walked out of his office.

Once out in the hallway, Ginny expected Draco to say something, but clearly today, as opposed to
every day previous, decided to be unpredictable. The Head Boy just strutted down the hallway
towards his room, not sparing her the least bit of attention. He had reached the end of the hall
before he deemed her worthy of his notice. She scowled as he turned to her a cocked his eyebrow, in
a demeaning, come hither, way. The red head stomped down the corridor after him, fuming at his
arrogance.

Ginny thought she would never see the day when walking into Draco Malfoy’s bedroom would cause a
sigh of relief to escape her lips. During their trek to his chamber various students had walked
straight through her, causing her to…well she really didn’t know what to call it exactly.
Apparating was probably the closest term to what had actually been happening to her. It was a very
uncomfortable experience, which she did not care to repeat. Shaking off the discomforts of being
disembodied, Ginny decided to let off some steam at the blond prat in front of her.

“You know you could’ve of talked to me on the way here, asshole.”

“Yes, Weasley, I’m sure that seemingly talking to myself in public would mark me as sane.” The
prat had used that horrible drawl of his and that stupid, I’m so much better than you, look.

“Okay, maybe not talk to me, but you could’ve at least blocked people from walking through
me.”

“And miss your obvious discomfort? Sorry, Red, that would be going against my code of
conduct.”

“Code of conduct?”

“Yes. Rule number 3, if the opportunity to cause a Weasley discomfort arises use it to the
fullest extent.” Ginny glared at him, but was curious about the rules ahead of that one.

“And what exactly are rules 1 and 2?”

“1) Hate and aim to make Harry Potter’s life hell and 2) Be generally mean to the Golden
Trio.”

“Wow, Draco, you actually went back to being your predictable self.”

“Predictable?” His eyebrow cocked up, and his eyes got that look when he was about to do
something particularly evil. Despite being perfectly aware that Draco was going to do something
devious, Ginny stood her ground, staring him straight in the eye as he sauntered toward her.

“Yes, predictable. You have to be the easiest person to read on the planet.” She said, ready for
an onslaught of callous insults.

What Ginny wasn’t prepared for was for Draco Malfoy to grab the sides of her face and lay his
lips over her own. The first few seconds Ginny stood completely still, shocked beyond belief, but
soon as his lips continued to coax hers she responded. They stood there kissing in the middle of
his room for what seemed like forever until Draco pulled away. He licked his lips and then….

“Predictable?” He smirked and headed for the bathroom, leaving Ginevra Weasley with swollen lips
and a dazed expression on her face.



5. Persophone's Rage
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“I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” Ginny chanted while stabbing her breakfast with the fork.
He had left, opting to eat breakfast in the Great Hall instead of with the hotheaded 6th
year in his room. She couldn’t blame him for such a decision, and concluded that he actually did
have a pinch of common sense. The events of last night still lay fresh in her mind, and the debacle
of this morning only increased her deep loathing of the Head Boy.

After Draco had gone off to the bathroom Ginny had regained her senses. She was angry, confused,
and most of all disgusted that she had let him touch her. In the wake of the kiss she’d pounded on
the bathroom door, cursing Draco Malfoy to the seventh layer of hell. He opened the door and
laughing said, “Sorry, Red, but I don’t feel like giving you a shag right now. You’ll have to
settle for the kiss.” That said he went back to whatever he was doing in the bathroom.

Ginny, exasperated and angry, decided that sleep was needed and Draco could take the floor. She
walked over to the large oak bureau, which resided next to the bed, and started rummaging for
something to sleep in. Following two drawers, one pants drawer and a sock drawer, Ginny found
several white undershirts to serve her purpose. The bottom of the shirt just reached mid thigh on
her, considering she was a tall girl of 5’8” and Draco only stood 5’11”. Resigning to go without
her skirt, it did little to hide her body anyway, Ginny slipped beneath the green comforter,
drifting into dreamland soon after her head hit the pillow.

There Ginny received the best sleep of her life, sweet and peaceful was her mind, riddled with
dreams of love and warm arms surrounding her. It was the perfect rest, the first time were her rest
was not disturbed by nightmares of red eyes, a serpent, Tom Riddle, or the dreadful chamber where
it all took place. Alas, such tranquility cannot last for eventually she had to greet the light of
day. Unfortunately for Ginevra Weasley what she found in waking was something not to easily
forgiven.

Draco Malfoy was lying next to Ginny, on top of the covers and wearing only a pair of boxers,
his arm draped across his abdomen.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed and threw herself from the bed.

Draco woke abruptly clasping his hands over his abused ears. Ginny’s face had flushed completely
red, partly from embarrassment and partly due to anger. She clenched her fists in rage, angry welts
forming in her palms.

“You fucking pervert!”

Draco just yawned, stretching his arms he replied, “ Oh don’t get your knickers in a twist. I
was on top of the bleeding covers, and it should be noted that it is my bed, not yours. If anyone
here is a pervert, Miss Weasley, it would be you.” He got up and headed for the bathroom, as she
continued to glare at him.

“Oh, Red,” he smirked, “your knickers are showing.” That said he disappeared behind the bathroom
door, just as one of Ginny’s loafers hit the door.

Ginny ignored him when he had emerged from the lavatory, and continued to do so until he left. A
house elf had come with a tray of food, looking extremely perplexed, mumbling, “Master Dumbledore,
crazy, crazy. No one in the room to eat, silly spells, silly spells.” She assumed that Dumbledore
had ordered her a meal, probably having a charm placed on it so that she could consume the food.
Ginny found extremely unfair that even as a disembodied soul she still felt the pangs of hunger,
which made no sense to her.

Much to Ginevra’s dismay, she found her once abysmal appetite reduced to nonexistence. Her
frustration with the situation she was currently in had caused her hunger to dissipate. Desperate
for some form of release, Ginny began stabbing at her breakfast, growling out a mantra of, “I hate
him.” This disturbing behavior threatened to never cease until an interruption came, in the form of
Albus Dumbledore.

“Miss Weasley, rest assured that your eggs were never fertilized, and bear no gendered for which
you hate them.” The headmaster’s soft, kindly voice penetrated the young redhead’s ears. Ginny
instantly desisted abusing her eggs, blushing a shade of crimson resembling her hair.

“Professor, I..”

“No need, Miss Weasley. I understand that your living situation requires time to adjust to.” He
sighed and continued, “Now, you and I have some matters to discuss, some of which will require Mr.
Malfoy’s presence, but that will have to wait.”

“Professor, I’m so confused about everything. Please explain to me all you know, I am no longer
a child and I do not wish to be kept from harsh truths for my own protection.”

“Why, Miss Weasley, I do believe you have done some growing since your first year.” His eyes
twinkled behind his spectacles, and Ginny had the inclination that Dumbledore had some personal
joke with himself, laughing inside about something she could not see.

“I would have to agree, Professor, considering when I came I was barely five feet tall, and now
I tower even over some of the sixth year boys.”

“Yes, that is true, but not what I was referring to, but I think you know that.”

Ginny just smiled at the kind old man her acquiescence to the statement. “You were saying
Professor.”

“Ah, yes, must get back on topic. Now, your food and clothing, as you have noticed you can eat.
When Mr. Malfoy became a reaper, we were forced to meet certain needs of his. His body is
corporeal, but it does not need food or anything to maintain him. In order to keep up appearances
we experimented with charms and such to create a way for him to eat he food without a system clog.
Basically the food vanishes after swallowing, you receive the taste and feeling of fullness but it
does not digest. I felt that you would want to continue with normal habits, so you’ll received
charmed meals here.”

“So basically I’m tasting food and avoiding hunger pains but not actually eating anything?”

“Yes, you see you mind tells you that you want to eat, though your body isn’t there. You still
feel the need to eat and cause an illusion of pain.”

“What about bathing?”

“Not necessary but you can if you want to. Everything in this room is charmed, in case Draco’s
body gives way or something of that nature. I had every precaution taken when I found out about his
condition.”

“Clothing, you said something about Malfoy seeing to it.”

“You two will pick up clothes for you an Mr. Malfoy can perform a charm which will allow you to
wear them without other’s being able to see clothing walking on it’s own.”

“Who is trying to kill me and why?”

“Honestly, Ginevra, we have no solid proof. I can give you speculations and that is all.


“Speculate as need Professor.”

“The obvious answer is Voldemort. Why, I have no clue because I cannot think of a reason why he
would need you dead immediately. Nor do I have any idea how he was able to execute the business
with the chandelier.

Ginny thought she knew why he would want her dead, but it seemed silly to worry Dumbledore with
the fears she harbored from first year. The diary had been destroyed and she doubted that he would
go to such trouble for an ounce of revenge. She was a smart girl though, and decided that it was
better to be cautious and ask.

“Professor, you don’t think, it is possibly related to the,”

“Chamber of Secrets? No, I think not. Your dealings were with a memory, and though it was a
dangerous one, it was only a memory. As you have said, you were possessed during most of the
actions and remember little. I do not think if you knew something of great importance would he wait
five years to take action.”

“Thank you, Professor, I needed to hear that.”

“You are not going to like what I am about to ask of you, but it is of the utmost importance
that you abide it. For the time being you must stay within this chamber unless with Draco or
myself. The person who wanted you dead may very well still be lurking about and if he has ties to
the underworld…”

“Professor?”

“There is no telling what could happen to you. Your soul could easily be taken to another
dimension. Heaven, Hell, who knows where, so please stay within this room unless Mr. Malfoy escorts
you.”

“I promise Professor.” Ginny kept her voice calm, but inside she was a raging inferno. Did
Dumbledore realize what he was asking her to concede to? Staying cooped up in this room, Draco
Malfoy’s room, and to only have it’s prat of an owner to talk to. Ginny was on the verge of
exploding with frustration. She suppressed the ‘fuck you’ that was hanging from the tip of her
tongue and jus smiled at the great wizard.

“Good, please try to get along with Draco. He has an attitude but I believe you have enough of
one yourself to handle him.” Ginny had the distinct feeling that she had been both complimented and
insulted at the same time. She didn’t have time to vocalize this thought before the headmaster
slipped out the door.

Life, or unlife, Ginny supposed, was seriously fucked up. She pitied the dumb ass that thought
killing her was a good use of time. She was barely 17 years old and her only qualities to be noted
was her role as a Beater on the Quidditch team and the fact she was associated with Harry Potter.
Her life was mundane and nothing significant had happened since the Department of Mysteries and her
role in that was small. Now, because some asshole wanted her dead, she was stuck with Draco Malfoy,
biggest prat in the universe.

“Merlin, my life blows.”

“Glad you finally came to terms with that, Weasley.” Draco Malfoy, the object of her loathing,
was leaning against the door and as always wore a smirk.

“Fuck you, Malfoy.”

“Well if you insist.”

“So funny I forgot to laugh.”

“How original.”

“Really should some one whose insults almost always deal with me being poor be talking about
originality?” Malfoy just glared at her. Ginny just sighed.

“Listen, Malfoy, as much as I love our little spats we need to make an attempt to get along. We
are going to be stuck with each other for awhile so we might as well call a truce.”

“What are the terms then?”

“You don’t mention me being poor or use the term mudblood in front of me.”

“Done. In return you must not accuse me of being a death eater.”

“Done. Also I propose we avoid shots at each other’s families.”

“Alright, but I’m not going to stop fight with your brother.”

“That’s okay as long as while you annoy him you’ll maintain the agreements of our truce.”

“So no Mudblood or poor insults then?”

“Yes.”

“Alright I can manage that. Please note that we are still going to fight all the time, even with
the truce.”

“I’m aware of that, but at least neither of us will be taking cheap shots.”

“Red, if you don’t want me to insult your financial situation please do not mention cheap.”

“You are such a prat.” Despite the insult Ginny couldn’t help smiling a little. The slytherin
before her was truly the king of wit, and she could not deny the humor within his remarks. Of
course Ginny finally came back to her senses and remembered the incident of the morning. All of a
sudden she wasn’t smiling anymore, but glaring, and Draco was looking like he wanted to run.

“Speaking of being prat, why the fucking hell were you in bed with me this morning!”

“Hey, we already went over this.”

“If you think that we are going to be sharing this bed ever again..”

“Don’t worry I’ll transfigure the loveseat for you.”

“And you couldn’t of did that last night?”

“I’m a Malfoy, I do not sleep on loveseats.”

“Oh, go to hell, you egotistical prat.”

“No thanks, I’m fine where I’m at now.”

“One day someone is going to push you off a cliff.”

“That’s nice, but for right now I need to get to potions.”

Draco left the room, and Ginny was once again alone stewing in her anger. Pissed off and wanting
to taste of revenge, she decided that since it was now her room too she was going to explore every
inch of the Head Boy’s private quarters.



6. Charon's Gift
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The players zoomed across the pages, the two seekers chasing the illusive Golden Snitch. Ginny
sighed as she flipped to the next page of *Quidditch Quarterly.* It had been a week since her
‘accident’ and she was becoming restless with her situation. Draco was her only companion and they
fought whenever they were together for longer than ten minutes. Days were slow and so Ginny to her
leisure in exploring her new abode.

There was a schedule that Ginny went by now that was boring and monotonous. Wake up, fight with
Malfoy, breakfast, fight with Malfoy, rummage through Malfoy’s personal effects, lunch, fight with
Malfoy, and so on. Once in a while the two short-tempered students would maintain polite
conversation but eventually one of them would start a fight. Ginny had the suspicion that Draco,
like herself, enjoyed their little sparring matches. Thus were her days, dragging slowly along and
despite the recent trip to Hogsmeade she felt the symptoms of cabin fever.

Two days ago she had gone to Hogsmeade with Draco and they bought clothes that could be charmed
for her use. The escape had been very nerve wracking and yet comical at the same time. Draco
refused to shop in a second hand store and instead took her to *Madam Belle Finesse.* Madam’s
was an aristocratic clothing store for those who had the luxury of the rich. Their wares were of a
variety that Ginny had never worn, and did not really care to. Draco simply told her to look around
the shop and would buy what suited her. Of course when the blond Slytherin said, “What suited her”
he meant what suited him on her.

“Draco, that is a dress.” Ginny exclaimed when Draco held up a green sundress for
inspection.

“Yes, it is, Weasley, thank you for clarifying what I already know.”

“Fine, Mr. I have to be sarcastic about everything, let me reiterate. It is fall, winter is
coming, and we live in a big drafty castle. I am not going to run around in a skimpy little
sundress.”

“Ginny you are disembodied, you are not going to feel the cold.”

“Okay how about I don’t like wearing dresses, they’re itchy.”

“Okay, Okay, you win. No dresses. How about skirts?”

“Only one or two, I have to wear one for classes everyday I would rather not have more skirts
than there are days of the week.” That was where the conversation ended and they went picking out
skirts, trousers, t-shirts, and jumpers. They argued about various articles of clothing, especially
when it came to pajamas. This particular shop only had lingerie and silk nightgowns that were
supposed to reach your knee but due to Ginny’s height only reached mid thigh.

“Oh get over your modesty, Weasley. It’s only your legs.”

“Of course you want me to get the skimpy outfit, you’re the only one who will see it! Sorry,
Malfoy, buy I am no one’s eye candy!”

“You are the most infuriating person on the face of the planet, you know that?”

“Impossible. You have that title and I’m still not wearing that!” She hissed, pointing at the
distasteful garment.

“Fine have it your way! You can borrow a pair of boxers and t-shirt, or is her highness to good
for that too/”

“I’ll wear the damn boxers, but if you call me ‘your highness’ again, I’m kicking your ass.”

“What ever you say, Princess.” Ginny clenched her teeth to keep herself from screaming at him.
She was ready to just leave and let him pay when Draco called out her name.

“Ginny, I need your measurements.”

“What?” Ginny was not used to this. Whenever she went shopping everything was second hand, and
she settled for closest fit. Never had she given out her measurements, and she wasn’t looking
forward to having Draco Malfoy to be the first boy to know her breast size.

“Measurements, Red, so we can get them adjusted to your size.”

Ginny new that she was beat red, she had to be, there is no way that her face could feel as hot
as it did and not reflect on her skin. If she was blushing Draco gave no indication, he just stood
there, silver eyes boring into her.

“I’m waiting, Weasley.” As to emphasize his point he rolled up a sleeve and looked at his watch.
Desperate to be out of the shop, Ginny reluctantly murmured her measurements and steeled herself
for a cruel remark. To her surprise there was no jab about her being flat as a board or being part
giant. Nothing of the sort happened at all. Draco had the clothes adjusted by an employee of the
shop and then paid for the purchases. After that horrendous adventure in the land of clothing, they
had decided to go back to Hogwarts.

Ginny shut *Quidditch Quarterly* and decided to continue her daily snooping. She had not
found anything interesting or incriminating as of yet, not even one copy of *Wicked Witches*:
*A Wizards best playmate*. She had already searched the bed, underneath the mattress even. She
had decided to pace her explorations, for Ginny knew, that once she finished searching, boredom
would take hold. Though her few searches provided little knowledge as of yet Ginny had become aware
of one fact: Draco Malfoy was the most immaculate person this side of the wizarding world.

Draco was all for good hygiene, and Ginny was glad for this. His pants were neatly pressed, and
his shirts lacked wrinkles. Even in sleep his platinum locks held in place, she never so one flaw
within his hair and dress. The room was never messy, except for the small messes Ginny created, but
even these were cleaned shortly after they appeared. It was odd for her to live with a male who
wasn’t a complete slob. As such, Ginny was forced to be very careful in her snooping, for Draco
would be able to tell when things were out of place. She would spend a good half hour studying the
room before searching, and so far Draco had not noticed she had looked in his bed and
nightstand.

Today’s venture took her to his closet located on the left side of the bed. It was made of oak
and surprisingly didn’t have any magical locks. Ginny found this to be very odd but assumed Draco
just forgot, after all he had a private chamber before she’d been disembodied. On top of the
dresser was a small chest and nothing else. Carefully, Ginny raised the chest’s lid and peered
inside.

“What a jip.” Ginny muttered, looking at the few pieces of jewelry. The chest contained a class
ring, an emerald set in the center with a serpent body forming the band. It was silver, of course,
and over all a very nice ring, but not interesting. Even so, Ginny couldn’t help but want to pick
it up and inspect it more. Her fingers were a whisper from its edge when a firm hand wrapped around
her wrist, stilling the motion.

“Don’t touch it.” Draco’s voice was hard, but not cruel. His eyes were wide an emotion
resembling fear resided there. “Never touch that ring.” His grip hurt, despite the fact she was
only a soul.

“Malfoy…”

“Red, that ring is dangerous to those not of my bloodline. Just promise me you wont touch it.”
He said, never loosening his grip.

“But Malfoy, why is it,”

“Promise me, Ginny!”

“Fine! I promise, but at least tell me why the fuck I can’t touch it!” Ginny wasn’t one to just
accept half assed answers. If something that dangerous existed within her living space she wanted
to know about it.

“It’s a family heirloom.”

“Never thought you to be that sentimental.” Ginny bit out, she was never submissive to any one
and she needed to make Malfoy aware of that.

“Are you finished Red? If so please refrain from interrupting or I’m going to just let who ever
wants you dead have your soul on a platter.”
“Asshole.” After a few minutes without speaking, Draco started again.

“That ring has been in the Malfoy line for over 200 years. It has a protection spell cast upon
it and will reflect most spells cast at its wearer. When taken off it has a defensive spell on it,
lets of a gas when anyone other than a Malfoy touches it. The gas petrifies its enemy and causes
them extreme pain for 24 hours.”

“Why the hell don’t you have a lock on that thing?”

“I did before but once I became Head Boy I didn’t bother. I don’t let anyone in here but
Dumbledore, and now you. I didn’t even think about it when you moved in. Hell, I don’t even know if
it will effect you, but I don’t think we should test that theory.”

“For once, Ferret boy, we agree.”

“Weasley, I would appreciate it if you did not go through my things anymore.”

“Well, find something else to occupy my time.”

“I’m not your nanny, Red.”

“Malfoy, I’m stuck in this room all day. It is so boring that even you for company is a relief
and all we do is fight.”

“I can’t stay here all day with you, Weaslette, even if I wanted to. I have classes.”

“Can’t you at least get me my lessons so I can keep up with my class?”

“Talk to Dumbledore about that.”

Ginny huffed in frustration, obviously this argument wasn’t going anywhere productive. Her life,
of unlife, whatever the hell you want to call it, officially blew. Dumbledore said it would be two
or three months before she could rejoin her body, and so she would be stuck her at the very lest
until November. There was no way she would be able to stand staying in this chamber for three
months. She sighed and decided to change the topic, since it was obvious that particular
conversation was pointless.

“Has there been any news of who wants me dead?”

“No. Dumbledore has your body constantly guarded and you are safe in here.”

“Why here? You are not around all the time, just because it’s private doesn’t mean no one can
get in.”

“No body knows where my quarters are except myself, you, and Dumbledore. And most creatures,
other than humans, wont come near a Reaper’s lair. Humans, for all of their intelligence, lack a
great deal of common sense.”

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t you have a class or something?”

“Yes, Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Ravenclaws.” He headed to the door, pausing before
turning the handle. “Oh, and Red,” his face a mask of seriousness as he spoke, “if you go through
my things again, I swear I’ll make the next three months hell.” That said he disappeared into the
hallway.

After that, Ginny decided to take a nap to keep from going completely insane. It was a restless
sleep, filled with memories of first year and blood. She didn’t wake from the throws of nightmares
until she felt something wet on her face. Opening her eyes slowly Ginny was greeted by two wide
yellow eyes.

“What the fuck!” She sat up quickly, shocked into alertness. There, on her stomach, was a small
animal with spotted fur, large ears, and tail resembling a lion. It purred and snuggled into her
shirt, closing its eyes. Around it’s neck was a collar, a card attached to it. Ginny plucked the
card up, and read the elegant script.

*Red,*

*In effort to keep you from going crazy, I got you a little friend. I was going to get you a
cat, but unfortunately they are not talented enough to sense you. Kneazles on the other hand are
extremely intelligent and according to Dumbledore be able to interact with you in the room,
considering all the corporeal spells cast around it. Now, please desist in nagging me about my
horrible companionship.*

*-Draco Malfoy*

Ginny looked at the kitten that rested on her stomach, and for the first time in a week thought
that Draco Malfoy not be so bad.

A/N: Yes I know it isn’t really going very fast right now, but it’s exposition. I’m trying to
lighten the load of getting it all out of the way with humor, hopefully it is working. Some one
asked how long this is going to be, I do not know exactly how long but I can assure you that the
story isn’t ending with Ginny just becoming corporeal again. I will have atleast 11 chapters where
she is disembodied, and that is the minimum. Also, Draco doesn’t kill people, as a Grim Reaper he
shows up when they are meant to die and guide their souls. My grim reapers aren’t the traditional
ones as should already be obvious. Well I hope you like, please R&R.



7. Lucifer's Sin
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*“Hello, sweetling.” The greeting wasn’t spoken but hissed. Ginny could feel his icy breath on
her neck.*

*“I..let me go, please Tom, let me go.” She whimpered.*

*“Not yet, my sweet. We have work to do, so much work.” He ran his finger down her neck, his
fingernail indenting the skin. Blood pooled from the tiny wound, and beaded down to her collarbone.
“Don’t you want to be a princess? I can make you one and then you can have whatever pleases
you.”*

*“I, I don’t want to hurt anyone, Tom.” Her voice quavered, never had she denied him before.
The chickens, those chickens…she hadn’t even realized she had been doing it. Now, now that she
knew, she couldn’t keep helping him, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t.*

*“If you were a princess you could have jewels and pretty dresses.” His fingers closed around
her neck but did not apply pressure.*

*“I don’t care about jewels and dresses. I…please just let me go.”*

*“I can give you Harry Potter.” Ginny tensed. His fingers pressed into her skin as he
whispered into her ear.*

*“If you help me, I can give him to you. He will be your prince and will love you for all
eternity. That is what you want isn’t it, Ginny dear?” As her childhood nickname rolled off his
tongue Ginny realized she had to break free. Tom wasn’t her friend or family. He was something
else, he was something evil and she had unleashed him and his monster.*

*“No. You can’t make Harry love me, nobody can. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. Good bye
Tom.” She tried to leave but Tom’s grip held her tightly, nails digging into her skin. “Let me go,
Tom!” she screamed but he wouldn’t let her leave. Strong arms threw her towards the ground. Pain
lanced through her as her body hit the floor, she tried to get up but Tom was too fast. He grabbed
her wrists and sat on top of her, effectively pinning Ginny to the ground.*

*“You could’ve been a princess, Ginny. I would’ve made you my Queen, but now....” he smiled,
it was cruel and vicious. “Now, I’ll just have to dispose of you when I’m done.” He leaned down and
pressed his lips to hers. Ginny suddenly felt cold and tired as though her life was being drained
away. “Don’t worry, Sweetling, it’ll only hurt for a minute.”*

*“Red?” What was that voice? Had someone come to save her? Ginny struggled against Tom’s hold.
She bucked and screamed against him, trying to break free.*

*“Ginny wake up!”*

Ginny opened her eyes abruptly. Silver eyes were staring at her imploringly and a firm grip held
her arms. Her body was soaked in sweat and her mind reeled, trying to grasp reality. She felt cold,
like ice. Strong arms picked her up and carried her and placed her on a big bed. She felt something
soft graze her arm, but her fear wouldn’t allow her to move to see what it was.

“Come on, Red, come back to me.” A male voice said. Who was it? She couldn’t tell, it wasn’t
Tom, it was the man who called her. Had he saved her? Red, he called her Red. Who called her Red?
It was someone she knew. God’s, why was everything so hazy? A warm hand stroked her hair and a
strong arm held her body. Those eyes, those silver eyes, how did she know them?

“Ginny, snap out of it.” At her name reality came back like a slap in the face. Her eyes widened
in realization, and her body shook in fear. She didn’t even realize that she had wrapped her arms
around Malfoy’s neck and was sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. He held her close and didn’t
say anything. Finally her tears dissipated and Ginny pulled away to look at her savior.

“I’m sorry, I…” she choked on her words. She had never told anyone about everything that
happened to her in the chamber. No one knew she still had nightmares but this dream was different.
This nightmare felt real, so real it had traumatized her in waking.

“Red, I need to know. That wasn’t just a nightmare. You are freezing and you are sweating, as a
spirit you shouldn’t be able to do that at all.” She had forgotten she wasn’t physical, the
nightmare had completely blocked out reality. For a little over a month she had been disembodied
and living with Draco Malfoy and her pet kneazle, Antigone.

“It was a nightmare. I’ve had them before but…this was different.” She stuttered.

“Red, what was the nightmare?” his voice for once was gentle, without sarcasm or malice, just
concern. This side of him made her want to pour out all the pain she had suffered from. Maybe he
could understand. Maybe he could help. She needed to tell, and yet she didn’t know how. The secrets
she held for all these years, how could she let them free.

“A memory…the chamber. I...I was just reliving the chamber.” She couldn’t tell, she couldn’t
tell anyone. Not Draco, not Dumbledore, not Ron, not Harry, not Hermione, no one. Nobody could
know, no one would understand. She couldn’t tell, if she told him, he would tell Dumbledore, and
then when she was back in her body they would send her back. That place…no she couldn’t go back.
Silence had protected throughout the years, it would protect her, and he would assume it was just a
random nightmare, nothing more. She had built her walls after that year and she was not going to
take them down.

Ginny’s face was ashen and her body still shivered. She watched as Draco went to the end of his
bed, on which she now sat. Moments later he came back and Ginny was enveloped in a large fleece
blanket. Antigone, who she had almost completely forgotten about, jumped onto her lap, rubbing up
against her, in an attempt to comfort her mistress

“Thank you,” she whispered, while she stroked the kneazle.

“Red, you need to tell me. It is a serious problem when a spirit starts to experience reactions
that are characteristic of the living.” He wore a determined expression on his face, and Ginny knew
that despite her internal stubbornness in the end he would find out. Draco Malfoy always got want
her wanted. She wasn’t talking about their silly little squabbles, those were all in good fun, but
when Draco set his mind to something he got it. One may say, but Malfoy never beats Harry at
Quidditch, but Ginny knew that was because he didn’t want it as much as Harry did. If Malfoy became
determined about a goal, he would eventually get it.

“It has never been like this before.”

“This had happened before?”

“I’ve had nightmares about the chamber before but…I would just wake up at a certain point. This
time…if you hadn’t woke me…”

“Red,”

“Draco, this was to real. I, I’m usually the age I am now in the dreams but… this time I was 11
years old again. I felt everything and hear everything. It was real, all of it so real, just like
before. I could feel him cutting me with his nails and the blood on my neck. I could smell the
chamber and hear the basilisk in the background. It was like I was back there again, with him.”

“With who Red?” His voice was that of surprise. Draco obviously didn’t know everything about the
chamber. She could not tell him, she could just pretend that it was only the basilisk. No she could
not pretend anymore, the words were already screaming to break free. She needed to release it, or
forever would it eat away at her.

“Promise me.”

“What?”

“Promise me, that nothing I say leaves this room, without my permission.”

“I, Red…I promise. Who was he?”

“Tom,” she took a deep breath, “Tom Marvolo Riddle.”

“Voldemort…”

“He tricked me with a diary. I, I didn’t know who he was at the time. I thought he was my
friend, treated me like a princess. I was foolish little girl, I didn’t know that but he did. He
possessed me sometimes, made me do things. I never remembered them after I did them, but at night…
I would have nightmares. It wasn’t until it was to late that I realized they weren’t nightmares.”
The words poured out like water, she couldn’t stop their flow. This was dangerous, this was real,
but she had to keep going. “When I told him no, he trapped me. He pinned me on the floor…and well
he kissed me, that’s all I remembered for the longest time. I, didn’t realize what actually
happened until now,”

“Red did he rape you?” Draco’s voice was hard and angry. His jaw was tightly clenched, his fist
curled tightly as his eyes bored into her. “If he did I’ll fucking,”

“Even if he did you couldn’t do anything now! He didn’t though Draco, he did something worse
something so much worse.”

“What could be worse?” he had calmed a little, but still looked angry.

“When he kissed me, he was draining out my soul. He left just enough for me to be alive when
Harry came. I, after Harry defeated him, it returned but…I had been unconscious for almost the
entire battle. That’s why I’m sweating and cold, Draco. He didn’t rape my body he raped my fucking
soul.”

A/N: Sorry no humor in this chapter, I felt that this needed to be written. I originally was
going to wait and put this chapter later but I realized that the story needed this to really get
moving. Don’t worry, Draco and Ginny are going to be at each throats again, don’t expect these two
to get mushy anytime soon.



8. Hercules Revealed
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The cool breeze whipped across her face and tousled her hair. Ginny breathed a sigh of pleasure,
for today was her first day in over month to be outside. The sun was peeking out from behind the
clouds and Slytherin Quidditch players were scattered across the pitch. It was good for her to be
outdoors, and she hoped that it would help ease the tension stirring within her. The tension had
been present since the morning after her sorrowful confession to Draco.

After she had imparted her dark secret, Ginny didn’t possess the strength to continue her tale.
Draco, for once, understood and took it upon himself to provide comfort to her. He crawled into the
bed and securely wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering, “For tonight, I’ll keep away your
demons.” He hadn’t elaborated and Ginny, for some reason, hadn’t protested. She fell, shortly
after, into a heavenly sleep, where only sweet dreams bombarded her mind. The next morning she
stretched out upon the satin sheets, finding the spot next to her occupied by rumpled linens and a
sleeping Antigone.

The dreams still plagued her and contained a very unnatural element to them. It had been a week
since the first one. Ginny willed her body not to fall prey to the Sandman’s wiles, but in the end,
always succumbed. She was a spirit, yes, but that could not erase the habits of 17 years. She
fought her nightmares, willing them to change in her mind, until they ended in her waking. As she
resisted, the nightmares grew consistently worse, adding more gruesome details to the already
grotesque dreams. They had not caused the same magnitude of shock and pain the first had issued.
She was able to hide her torment from Draco, but Ginny knew that it was only a matter of time
before he discovered more of her secrets.

A figure of green and silver ran along the edge of the pitch. Draco had shed his robes and was
only wearing jogging trousers and green muscle shirt. He was running laps, the rest of his team a
ways behind him. *Run, run as fast as you can, you can’t beat death.* Ginny thought, amused by
her own private joke. *I could probably match his pace.* She longed to be active again, out
running the pitch or swimming laps in the lake. The temptation to just start running with him was
overwhelming her, but she didn’t dare try. It had taken an hours worth of pleas, insults, threats,
and bargaining before Draco agreed to let her come to one of his morning practices.

*“Please, Malfoy, I’m suffocating in here.”*

*“You’re disembodied, you can’t suffocate.”*

*“I wont be any trouble. Take me to a Quidditch practice… or something.”*

*“No. Someone wants you dead and Dumbledore doesn’t want you wandering about. “*

*“Since when do you listen to Dumbledore?”*

*“Just because I insult the old coot doesn’t mean I don’t listen to him.”*

*“You are such an asshole.”*

*“Yes, we’ve been over that part. Please, save my sanity, Red, and come up with something more
original.”*

*“How about egotistical, flower fucking, piece of proverbial shite not worth being stepped
in?” Ginny’s temper was kicking in. It did not matter how accustomed she was to the blond
Slytherin, he could always push her buttons.*

*“Now that’s better, but I must protest. I have never been, and never will be, a*
*Dentrophiliac.” He smirked at her.*

*“ Dentrophiliac’s have sex with tree’s not pansies” she returned his smirk, and watched his
face twist into one of disgust.*

*“I would rather fuck an evergreen than Pansy Parkinson.”*

*“Hmm, is that why there are a bunch of letters from her in your nightstand drawer
then?”*

*“You bitch! What did I say about going through my things!” He was standing now, glaring down
upon her sitting form.*

*“Hey, you said to stop and I did. I found those letters in the first week, I just failed to
mention it to you.”*

*“You are a conniving little wench.”*

*“Yes, I am. Now, what were you saying about not fucking Parkinson?” He was glaring at her
again.*

*“My father formed an arrange marriage to Pansy for me, upon my entrance to Hogwarts. Pansy
has clung to me since the day the engagement was announced.”*

*“Your parents actually chose Pansy Parkinson out of every other self respecting witch in the
world?” Ginny couldn’t help the remark. She hated Pansy Parkinson with a passion and wished only
ill upon her. Draco, though an asshole, had some redeeming qualities and did not deserve to be
bound to that simpering fool of a girl.*

*“Not my parents, my father. My mother doesn’t like the Parkinsons or the idea of an arranged
marriage.” he said. “She has been arguing with my father to let me free of it for the past few
years.”*

*“Why keep the Pug’s letters if you hate her?” Ginny was curious, for he did seem to express
true hatred for the Slytherin bitch.*

*“She cast indestructible charms on them. Same one’s used on binding contracts. They cannot be
burned, ripped, or destroyed in any other way. If you throw them away they will reappear in your
personal quarters. Really a pain in the arse, don’t rightly know what to do with them.”*

*“If I can figure out a way to destroy those letters, will you take me to a Quidditch
practice?” she asked, feigning complete innocence.*

*“Deal. Don’t get your hopes up, Red. I’ve tried everything to get rid of them.”*

*“Really? Did you try a renegotiation spell?”*

*“A what?” Draco had a dumbfounded look upon his face*. *Apparently the Head Boy didn’t
know everything.*

*“A Renegotiation spell. When the indestructible charm is cast it automatically comes with a
renegotiation clause. It was created so that its official owner, or owners could alter contracts.
Since those letters were given to you, it means you own them, meaning you can cast the
renegotiation spell. It should give you a window of approximately ten minutes where they can be
destroyed.” Ginny would never say that working at the twin’s joke shop was worthless ever
again.*

*“I can’t believe…how the hell do you know that?” Draco demanded.*

*“Knowledge complimentary of George and Fred Weasley, owners of Weasley Wizards
Weezes.”*

*“You really should have been a Slytherin, Red.” Draco said, he looked confused on whether he
should be smiling or cursing at her.*

*“So, Ferret, when is practice?”*

That conversation had been two days prior, and Ginny was reveling in the small victory. She was
aware that this would be her final outing before she was reunited with her body. The idea of being
active in the world again excited her to no end, but it also brought a flicker of sadness. *He’ll
go back to hating me. I’ll have to go back to seeing him as death eater scum.* She hated that
thought. Draco, though an undisputable asshole, was an asshole with redeeming qualities. Their
fights she enjoyed and doubted an opponent with such wit would come her way again. She didn’t dare
call him a friend, but he was a respectable adversary.

“Alright. I want two groups, against each other. Crabbe, Zabini, Fawcett, and MacDougal on the
right side of the pitch. The rest of you on the left, Chaser’s alternate as Keeper. I want 45
minutes worth out of you, anyone complains we’re taking it through breakfast!” Draco told his team.
“Ravenclaw has booked the pitch for the evening, so we will be doing fitness training. Chasers, you
are swimming laps in the lake with me. Beaters I want you both lifting weights and practicing your
swings.” He commanded and they obeyed.

*Odd he never had any problem with kicking our team off the pitch. Oh wait, forgot, Malfoy
hates Gryffindors.* Ginny couldn’t help but wonder why Harry didn’t train them more like Draco
trained his team. Whenever they lost the pitch or it was already booked, Harry just told them to
look over the strategies. Ginny, wanting to keep in good shape, did laps in the lake every morning,
but having the entire team training was a good idea. She would have to mention the concept to
Harry.

Draco was circling the pitch as the rest of his team went against each other. He was scanning
the perimeter with his eyes, his gaze occasionally landing on Ginny. Feeling a bit peevish at being
babysat, she would often respond to his looks with a rude two-fingered hand gesture or sticking out
her tongue. Ginny sighed and moved her gaze to the chasers. It was plainly obvious that the chasers
were not up to par on blocking, for Zabini scored every time. She immersed herself in the game,
studying Bulstrode and Goyle’s techniques as beaters. *Goyle has the power but no aim or balance.
Bulstrode is over thinking it. Gods can’t those goons even get hitting things right?*

“Potter, we booked the pitch so get your arse out of here.” Draco yelled. Ginny’s eyes riveted
to the mass of red and gold figures. Harry was standing in front of Draco, his eyes looking very
determined. Ginny felt like she had been punched in the stomach, for there in Quidditch robes and
bat under his arm was Dean Thomas.

*They fucking replaced me with Dean Thomas! Harry is so fucking dead when I get back.*
Ginny had nothing against Dean, he was a nice fellow, but the boy was as weak as a kitten. He
looked nervous and was holding his bat upside down. Her temper, which for the past few months had
only been directed at Draco, flared up. Ginny tore down the bleachers, jumped over the railing and
was by Draco’s side in seconds flat.

“Well, Malfoy, we have a note here from McGonagall. Permission to have the pitch all today to
train our new beater.” Harry smiled smugly, his hand gesturing to Dean. Ginny scanned over the
team. Seamus Finnegan, the other beater, had given a nervous Dean a push to the front. Colin
Creevey, Gryffindor chaser, was studying the Slytherin chasers who were still practicing. Ron’s
face though broke her heart. He looked sad and reluctant to be there.

“Come on, Harry, we can train Dean tomorrow. We don’t have a match until next week.” Ron
implored to his friend.

“No, Ron. Malfoy has kicked us off the pitch a million times before, why shouldn’t we return the
favor?” Harry replied. Ginny couldn’t blame him for wanting revenge on Draco, but she was still
ready to kill him. *Training will be the least of your problems in month’s time, Potter.* She
was livid with his decision. She understood that the Quidditch season needed to continue, but
really you would of thought Harry would choose better, some one worthy.

“Potter, for once, the Weasel has point. Train him tomorrow, this is my teams time.” Draco
growled. Ginny looked at his face and recognized that Draco was truly angry. In the past month she
had been witness to the several levels of anger Draco Malfoy possessed. If he was restraining
himself, which was distinguished by clenched fists and jaw, it meant he was itching to punch you.
She had only gotten him in this state a few times, but she thought it was more from frustration
with her.

“Do you want to take it up with McGongall, Malfoy. I am sure she would be happy to escort you
off the pitch. I think she might just let us have the pitch all week.” Harry said, smiling happily
as Draco glared at him. The Slytherin looked ready to clean Harry’s clock, and Ginny felt she
should intervene somehow. She grasped Draco’s bicep and smirked up at his annoyed look.

“Let him have the pitch, it won’t do any good. Dean Thomas can barely fly a broom, and he isn’t
even holding the bat right. It doesn’t matter how long they practice, come next match half the
Gryffindor team will be hit by bludgers.” She knew it was traitorous words come out of her mouth
but she was pissed at being replaced. He looked a little shocked but soon his lips formed a
smirk.

“Fine,” whether it was directed at her or Harry, Ginny was not certain. “ Have the pitch, but
from what I hear you’ll need more than one extra practice for Thomas to come up to par with your
last beater.” Harry glowered and Draco basked in glory.

“You just wait, Malfoy, Dean is going to be ten times better than the last beater?” Harry yelled
indignantly without thinking. It was only moments before he was slammed to the ground and an angry
Ron Weasley was beating in his face.

“How could you say that you bastard!” Ron screamed, continuing his assault on the Boy Who
Lived.

“I didn’t mean it, Ron! I wasn’t thinking!” Harry gasped between punches. To Ginny’s surprise it
was Malfoy who pulled them off each other.

“Calm down, Weasley. Pot-head can’t help the fact that his brain isn’t connected to his mouth.”
Draco said, holding Ron back. Ron brushed away the boy’s hands and turned to look at his
friend.

“Harry, you’re my best mate but I swear if you insult Ginny again…I don’t know what I’ll
do.”

“Ron, I didn’t mean it like that!” Harry exclaimed.

“Yeah, I know Harry. You know I don’t like the idea of replacing Ginny, so don’t act like Dean’s
position is permanent. Now, let’s fucking practice before Malfoy pisses me off.” Ron said, pushing
past Malfoy and heading across the pitch. Harry got up, wiped some blood off his lower lip, glared
at Malfoy and followed Ron, his team close behind.

“Wow, your brother does own a pair.” Draco muttered lowly.

“Yes, he does.” Ginny said, not really paying much attention. She was truly touched for once in
her life. Ron had finally chosen her over his friends and defended her honor. *And here I thought
he didn’t care.* She looked at the retreating form of her brother and for the first time since
she was 12, Ginny Weasley saw her older brother as a hero.

*A/N: Just wanted to answer some questions reviewers have given me.*

*In the last chapter Ginny tell Draco that Tom “raped” her soul. Ginny didn’t mean it as
sexual rape but more of a violation and destruction. Tom possessed her, removed most of her soul,
and basically brainwashed her through the diary. This violation, in Ginny’s mind, is worse than
rape itself, meaning physical wounds heal but the mental ones left scars. Also Harry isn’t going to
be an asshole in this fic, his actions in this chapter are because 1) he hates draco and draco
hates him and 2) he really doesn’t think about his insults when he’s fighting. From what canon has
shown Harry isn’t the wittiest person. Please R&R. -Blair*



9. Hermes Spying
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The stone was hard beneath her feet and had she been in her body, it would be freezing. The
corridors weren’t very busy. It was a Saturday and many had gone to Hogsmeade and Ginny was able to
roam the halls without interruption. Draco had been called to meet with Dumbledore so he wasn’t
around to monitor her actions. She had been true to her word for the past two months never going
about without Draco by her side. She had tasted freedom that day on the Pitch and now the craving
to be out and about was too much.

After Draco had left this morning, Ginny wandered out of their chambers ready to stretch her
legs. Her first stop was the Slytherin Common room, for all she was forced to go through, Ginny was
determined to gather some knowledge in return. She had found that she could walk through walls, but
the sensation it produced was far from comfortable. As such she decided to wait until a Slytherin
entered or exited so she could slip inside. Her opportunity came in the form of Blaise Zabini, a
handsome dark haired seventh year and the hideous cow, Pansy Parkinson.

“So are you and Draco still getting hitched?” Blaise asked.

“Of course! Though his stupid cow of a mother keeps trying to break the engagement.”

“How darest though insult my lady love.” Blaise gasped, in mock disbelief.

“Really, Blaise, I don’t see how you can find that corpse of a woman attractive.”

“You’re one to talk, her son is just as pale as she is. Plus Narcissa Malfoy looks like a
goddess, especially good for her age.”

“What ever you say, but she is still a thorn in my side.”

“Why does she dislike you so much?”

“She says I’m not good enough for Draco. She wants the perfect pure blooded girl but fails to
recognize me as being that.” Pansy said, looking disgusted by the fact anyone thought there was a
more perfect woman than she. “Really, there are not many pureblooded girls left with no trace of
muggle in their genes.”

“The Weasley girl’s blood is purer than yours.” Blaise suggested as he mumbled the password to a
portrait or an executioner. Ginny’s ears perked up at her name. She was curious to see what
Parkinson would respond, and followed the two into the Slytherin common room. She had expected the
common room to be cold, dark, and dirty but it was none of those things. The Slytherin Common room
was an exact replica of the Gryffindor one except it was bedecked in green in silver.

“That piece of trash is a blood traitor and not even Narcissa Malfoy would want that, that thing
for her son!” Pansy screeched. Despite the insult Ginny couldn’t help but find amusement in Pansy’s
unladylike outburst. “And besides the stupid bint is practically dead.”

“She’s in a coma. Dumbledore said she should be waking up soon.”

“Even if she wakes up, the person trying to kill her is going to succeed eventually.”

“Pansy, I would hate to think that you are part of this. Sure the bint is a Weasley but that
doesn’t mean she should be dead.”

“It doesn’t matter. Dead or alive she is still worthless trash, but I for one like to live in a
clean world.” Pansy remarked before storming off. Blaise stood watching her leave and then turned
straight towards Ginny.

The Slytherin boy stepped right through her, and Ginny felt an intense cold creep through her.
It was like she was an ice cube and when her body made contact with Blaise’s, she shattered and
reformed. Shaking off the feeling of uneasiness, Ginny followed Blaise out the door. He was walking
at brisk pace and she had to run to keep up with him.

*Damn long legged Slytherins.* Ginny had noticed that Slytherin seventh year boys were
either huge immovable masses or tall quick buggers, both of which were incredibly annoying. They
either blocked your path or held books out of your reach. While in the physical state Ginny found
that she was mostly subjected to the latter, for being tall herself she could usually reach
whatever they held above her. She continued to trail Blaise until they reached the hospital wing.
*What the fuck does he need to see Promfrey for?*

Blaise had stopped at the edge at the door of the wing. He leaned against the wall and stayed
silent. Ginny walked past the Slytherin in order to see what he was watching. She gasped at the
sight before her.

There she was, her body, lying in the hospital bed. Cuts and bruises were scattered across her
pale body. Her eyes were close, and a cut ran from the top of her forehead and trailed down to her
right cheek. She looked dead except for the small rise and fall of her chest. Ron sat in a chair
next to her, holding her hand lightly in his own. He had dark circles under his eyes, as though he
hadn’t slept. It looked as though he had been crying and Ginny felt a pang of remorse within her.
It was her fault for his condition. He was suffering while she pranced about in her spirit form,
completely fine. *Why the fuck is Zabini here? Is he so low to taunt a suffering boy?*

“Zabini,” Ron said. Ginny was surprised. Ron hadn’t taken his eyes off of her prone form but was
aware of Blaise’s presence. “Did you find anything?”

“Maybe.”

“What do you mean *maybe*?” Ron seemed irritated.

“Parkinson illuded to being involved. She didn’t admit to anything, but when I mentioned her
possibly being involved she didn’t deny it. I’ll try to get some more out of her.” Blaise said.
Ginny could not believe what was happening. Her brother was working with a Slythrin. This was
unheard of, she was curious beyond belief.

“What about Malfoy? Any dirt on him?”

“As far as I can tell he’s clean when it comes to the chandelier issue, but there is something
up with him.” Blaise looked thoughtful for a moment and then continued. “He has been spending a lot
of time in his room, which isn’t uncommon, but also with Dumbledore. They’ve been meeting every
Wednesday and Friday. I don’t know what about, he gets vicious if you mention that or Ginny around
him.”

“Keep an eye on him. Dumbledore says Ginny should be waking up soon. He said that I’m not
allowed to visit her this weekend. Claims to be having a special mediwizard coming in to perform a
procedure. Hopefully she’ll wake up and give some answers.” Ron said, his eyes never leaving
Ginny’s body.

“Does that mean you wont be needing my services anymore?” Blaise asked.

“No. I want you to keep looking. I want to know if there is someone in this school responsible
and if they are…” Ron trailed off and squeezed Ginny’s hand tighter.

“If there is I’ll find them. Don’t do anything stupid Weasley.” Blaise said and then left the
room. Ginny watched Ron for a few more minutes and then headed out. It was too much, seeing what
her coma had done to him. She hadn’t taken this whole issue as seriously as she should have.
Fighting Draco every step of the way. Sneaking out, when people wanted her dead. Gods she had been
a fool.

Ginny ran down the corridor, fighting the tears. Everything was all wrong! Ron shouldn’t have to
suffer, no one should. She knew it all had to do with Tom, everything came back to Tom, and she was
the one who released Tom. Gods she hated herself right now. She just wanted to find a place to curl
up and die in. She wasn’t paying attention to where she was headed and she didn’t plan on stopping.
Unfortunately for her she ran smack into someone, which stopped her running into oblivion plan.

Ginny lifted herself into a sitting position to look up at the barricade she had run into. Draco
Malfoy stood there looking down upon her with an expression somewhere between amusement and anger.
He stepped around her and shoved his hands beneath her arms pits, hauling Ginny to her feet.

“Just can’t obey orders can you?” he said in a tone, which pronounced that he opted to be amused
rather than angry.

“Born rule breaker, that’s me.” Ginny said, forcing a halfhearted smile.

“Let’s get you back to the room. I’ve got some good news.”

“What, you’re dying?” Ginny said, trying to lighten her own mood, but failing miserably.

“Funny, Weasley, real funny.” Draco growled.

Ginny tried to wipe away the tears. She hated this, the not being able to control her emotions.
After her first year she had stopped crying, promised herself to never cry again and she hadn’t
until she’d been disembodied. It only made it worse that the only person to see her cry was Draco
Malfoy. As of yet he hadn’t made fun of her for it, but she was sure that the issue would come up
at some point.

Draco escorted Ginny back to the room without talking. She couldn’t help but wonder at the scene
she had witnessed in the hospital wing. Since when had Ron become friends with a Slytherin,
especially Blaise Zabini? He was apparently trying to find her attacker and that was dangerous. Ron
was loyal and brave, a true Gryffindor through and through, but loyal and brave didn’t equal
invincible. If Voldemort was the attacker, Ron would stand no chance on his own. Draco had even
said this person was powerful to be able to challenge appointments with death, which meant Ron was
getting himself into deep shit. They soon reached their chamber and Ginny had decided she was going
to inform Draco about her brother’s intents.

“Malfoy,”

“I know you want to know the good news. Well,”

“No, Malfoy, I need to tell you something important.”

“Alright,”

“I..Ron is trying to find my attacker. He’s working with Blaise Zabini and he’s going to “

“I know, Red.”

“You knew?”

“Yeah, Blaise has been keeping me and Dumbledore informed. He’s a loyal friend and when I found
out Ron was planning to do something rash and stupid I sent Zabini to take care of him.”

“So is this just another way for you to mock my brother. Make him feel useful and then kick him
with the knowledge it’s all a farce?” Ginny spat, annoyed to think that Ron was being played.

“Red, it’s not like that! This whole mess is dangerous and needs to be treated delicately. Ron
is irrational right now. His baby sister was put into a coma and he is out for revenge. He isn’t
going to think things through, he is bound to pull a Harry fucking Potter and cause more trouble.
The boy’s got balls but he is a stubborn git.”

“You’re protecting Ron?” Ginny was completely baffled. Draco Malfoy was protecting Ron Weasley.
All was not right in the world.

“Hey, don’t go getting any ideas, this was all orchestrated by Dumbledore, I’m just the middle
man.” Draco defended vehemently. He hated Ron, he had made that clear many times in the past, but
Ginny couldn’t help a little teasing.

“Oh, Big Bad Malfoy’s got a soft spot for the Weasel.” She taunted.

“If I have a soft spot, which I’m fairly certain I don’t, than you are definitely implying the
wrong weasel.” Draco huffed. “Now, if you are finished with being obnoxious I’ll tell you the
important news.”

“Alright, shutting up now.” Ginny said, mimicking a zipping motion over her lips.

“This weekend you’ll be getting your body back.” Ginny felt an overwhelming sense of joy. It
bubbled to the surface and she couldn’t control herself. Flinging herself at Draco she kissed him
full on the mouth and then pulled back, a big smile on her face. She wanted to do back flips, to
scream her joy to the world. She was going to have a body again and Ron wouldn’t have to be sad
anymore.

“Wow, this is great! Everything can go back to normal.” Ginny was gushing and she didn’t care
one bit that Draco Malfoy was staring at her like she had grown another head.

**A/N: Okay, I know I said that Ginny was going to be disembodied for atleast eleven chapter’s
well, it might be 10. Depending upon how things go I’m either going to write a really long
10th chapter or a short 11th chapter not sure. Also some have mentioned that
I haven’t really described what Ginny looks like to well. Basically I’ve failed to do so because it
is from Ginny’s point of view, any review of her looks given would be bias because most girls think
they are ugly even if they are gorgeous. I may bring the issue up in later chapters but as for now
you’ll have to be happy with the few facts I have given.**



