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The Source

luckyducky

All Harry Potter Characters don't belong to me.

The Source - Chapter Ten

"Speaking"

<Thinking>

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Draco had reached his room and slumped onto his bed face down.

<What the hell are you doing Draco Malfoy?>

Draco was berating himself because he could not understand why he just did what he did.

He had the perfect chance to humiliate The Harry Potter and get his sweet revenge but had just given it up because…he didn't even know why.

It just came out of his mouth. He just all of a sudden promised to not make Harry Potter's life a living hell and he didn't even know why.

<It's probably my stupid conscience. Just because she looked all sad and it made me feel funny I didn't have to promise to forget about Potter's Secret. I'm glad my stupid conscience doesn't come out all the time or I'll be a Harry Potter clone. But I guess it's not all that bad, at least I can get my Vervexia cured. And see the little Weasel. But just because she's so mysterious, nothing more.>

Draco flipped onto his side and took the vial of medicine out of his pocket.

<I wonder how much she knows about me?> he thought while he had on a silly grin.

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The next day was like any other day in Draco's life, he went to classes, then had Quidditch practice, he was captain by the way, then hung out with his friends in the common room and then went to his room and studied.

Ginny went to Draco's room that night and without knocking she just walked through the portrait after saying the password. She caught Draco in just his pyjama bottoms as he was sitting on his bed with some books spread out around him. When she walked in he looked up and their eyes met for a brief second before Ginny walked towards his chest of drawers and pulled out a shirt. She threw the shirt in his face and then sat on one of the big soft chairs next to his bed.

"What's wrong Weasley, a little shy around topless boys?" Draco teased while putting the shirt on. Ginny snorted,

"I grew up with six brothers Malfoy so there's nothing I haven't seen. Vervexia is a lung disease, you can easily catch a cold if you go around topless, and then you'll be coughing like mad."

Draco finished buttoning up his shirt and then looked at Ginny. "You seem to really know your stuff," he commented.

"I have to, if I want to keep my end of the bargain." Ginny took a vial out of her pocket and threw it to Draco who caught it with ease.

"You'll have to keep drinking this until I can find all the ingredients for the cure. Hopefully it won't be long; most of them are obtainable through the right sources and with the right price."

Draco drank the medicine quickly and returned the bottle to Ginny,

"Why don't you just give me a few bottles in one go, then you wont have to come everyday."

"I wish I could Malfoy, but the ingredients in this potion make it useless after 12 hours of completion so I have to make a bottle everyday just for you."

After hearing this Draco moved his hands to his heart and made a dramatic gesture of gratitude.

"Oh, I just feel so special," he said sarcastically. Ginny smiled at Draco's little act.

"You should really go into acting Malfoy, you can be so convincing," she mocked.

They were both smiling; well Draco had a smirk on because he never smiled in front of people, when a knock was heard. Ginny quickly grabbed her bag off the chair and went to hide in Draco's closet. Seeing that Ginny had found a hiding place, Draco told the portrait to open.

In walked Pansy Parkinson with her usual strong smell of perfume and wiggling bottom. She made her way towards Draco and sat on the side of the bed making sure to lean in close so he got a good look at her cleavage.

Her attempts at attracting Draco however failed and Draco just lifted her off his bed by her arms and asked her what she wanted.

"Well Draco, I was just wondering of you wanted to go to that secret party this Friday night, you know, the one organised by the seventh years to show who is worthy to be a part of the elite group. It's on level two in the old potions classroom at midnight and is restricted to only the people who are good enough to go. So do you want to go together?" Pansy fluttered her eyelashes a bit and then tried to smile seductively.

"I'll think about it Parkinson. Now is that all?" he answered coldly.

Pansy looked a bit disappointed so she just nodded.

"Good night then," Draco looked back down at his books and pretended he was busy with homework. Pansy, taking the hint took her time to walk back out through the portrait.

When she was finally out, Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

Ginny opened the closet door and stepped out. She quickly walked towards Draco's desk and grabbed one of his quills; she then scribbled something on a piece of parchment and stuffed it into her bag.

"What are you doing Weasley?"

Ginny turned around and smiled innocently at Draco,

"Nothing."

Draco gave her a look, which clearly said I-don't-believe-you-so-you-better-tell-me-the-truth.

Ginny sighed, "OK. I was writing down the time and place for that party Pansy Parkinson was talking about."

"You want to go to that thing?" Draco asked incredulously

"NO," Ginny cried so load it was like she just got hit or something. "People are paying good money to find out where that party is being held. Only the rich and popular people know where and when it is, so if you know, and you go, then you become popular too."

"Don't you want to be popular, Weasley?" Draco was very curious now.

"Is that a question, Malfoy?"

Draco was annoyed, "Of course it is, Weasley. Don't you recognise one when you hear it?"

Ginny smirked, "I do, it's just I don't just answer questions for free. If you want an answer it will cost you one sickle." Ginny stretched her palm out waiting for Draco to pay her.

"You can't do that," he cried disbelievingly.

"Oh, yes I can. One sickle or no answer," Ginny taunted.

Draco thought it over for a minute but then curiosity got the better of him so he gave in.

"Fine. I'll give you one sickle," Draco made a move to get off his bed but Ginny stopped him by holding her hand up.

"That's alright Malfoy. I'll get it myself." Draco froze and wondered what she meant by that. All his money was…in…his. <No, she couldn't possibly know…>

Ginny had walked over to a small picture of the Slytherin crest and opened it like a door. Behind it was a miniature vault like the ones in Gringotts except there were eight buttons on the side where you had to press a code for it to open.

Ginny pressed the code she knew and the door opened to reveal Draco's not so little fortune. She grabbed a couple of sickles and then closed the door of the vault and also the picture, which covered it.

She walked over to the now wide-eyed Draco and placed all the sickles into his hand. She then picked one up and sat down in the soft chair, which was beside his bed.

Draco snapped out of his daze and just stared at Ginny.

"You know Malfoy, it's rude to stare," Ginny said calmly.

"How did you? I've never told anyone," Draco was practically stuttering. Now there's something you don't see everyday.

Ginny smiled, "Well to answer your first question Malfoy. I don't want to be popular because there's nothing good that comes from it."

Ginny then leaned forward and took another sickle out of Draco's hand. "And as to how I know your password. If I told you, I would be out of business then wouldn't I, but I can tell you that it isn't the first time I've been in your room." Ginny was smiling at the shock on Draco's face but then after a couple more minutes the information finally sank in and Draco could only smirk.

"Quite impressive, Weasley. I see now why Zabini was complimenting you so much. You really do know a lot."

"Wow, I must be really good then," Ginny said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "It's not easy to impress a Malfoy."

Ginny slung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards the little hallway.

"I'll see you tomorrow night then, Weasley," Draco shouted as Ginny was exiting the portrait.

"Go to sleep Malfoy." And then the portrait closed.

End of Chapter Ten. Thanks for reading and I Hope you Review.

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