It All Began With Dwarfing Draco

A figure on a broom circled the Hogwarts grounds, spying eyes darting every where for the two people her master ordered her to find.

"Come out, come out where ever you are," she sneered as she began peering into windows. Frustration was beginning to course through her. Where could that batty old professor have hidden them? The girl had over heard Dumbledore talking to Madame Pomfrey, telling her that he had taken them to the room. Which room? There was so many of them in Hogwarts alone as well as the ones under the grounds and in Hogsmeade not to mention the ones in Diagon Alley, Muggle and Wizarding London and the rest of the world!

"Where the hell are you?!" the girl hissed before giving a sigh and steering her broom towards the Quidditch Pitch. She landed lightly and got off her broom, dragging it towards the broom closet where she had first retrieved it grumpily.

"Parkinson." A voice from the shadows made her jump. She turned to see long platinum blond hair and steely silvery-gray eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy! I thought you were sent to Askaban!" Pansy exclaimed.

"Quiet you stupid girl!" Lucius snapped. "Do you really think that with the Dementors gone from the useless excuse for a prison can hold me or the other Death Eaters for that matter?"

"Does Dumbledore know? Does Master?"

"Of course the Master knows! He was the one who set us free! As for Dumbledore, he probably already knows. If not then soon."

"Why does Master want Draco and the Weasley girl?"

"You question his orders?"

"No sir! I was just curious. Please don’t think me disrespectful!" She saw him laugh cynically. This man scared her. He would definitely be an interesting father-in-law.

"That will all become clear in time Parkinson. What I find amusing however, is the fact that my son chose a weasel over you. And why would that be I wonder?" Pansy didn’t have time to reply but the scowl was visible on her face. "The Master orders you to keep searching. Tell Zambini, Crabb and Goyle to do the same."

"Yes sir," Pansy replied through clenched teeth. With a final smirk that he and his family had become famous for, Malfoy senior was gone.

Pansy continued to the broom closet, grumbling and cursing all the way.

"You will be mine Draco," she promised to herself. "No Mud-blood loving weasel will have you."

* * * * *

Dumbledore paced nervously in the common room of where he had hidden away Draco and Ginny. He was known to pace. He was usually the calm and controlled one who watched others create holes in the floors as they circled.

"Albus, sit down," Madame Pomfrey pleaded. He stopped but did not sit. He stared at the door to Draco’s room where he knew the pair slept and sighed heavily.

"War will be upon us soon Poppy," he said distantly. "Not only does the Dark Lord want Harry, now he wants young Mr. Malfoy for not joining his Death Eaters and because of his Seer abilities as well as Miss Weasley. I do not know why he wants her, maybe just because of her involvement with the Chamber or maybe with Mr Malfoy. Whatever the reason, he has set his sights on Hogwarts."

"We have to get the students out of here," Madame Pomfrey exclaimed and began to stand but stopped when Dumbledore turned to her, a stern look on his face. There was concern in his eyes as well.

"If we send the students home, Voldemort will target them and their families. The safest place for them right now is here."

"But you just said that He was on his way!" Dumbledore held up his hands to silence her.

"I know Poppy but they are better defended here, with all our staff and older students, then they would be on a train or with their families at home. I have already informed the Ministry and they will be sending out the warning to all the wizarding families to find shelter away from their homes. Many will be coming here and the rest will go to the Ministry. I need you to be ready Poppy. I don’t know how soon Voldemort will come but he is coming. This will be the beginning of the end for either Voldemort or our kind." Madame Pomfrey gasped. "I am making an announcement tonight in the Great Hall. Make sure all the staff know and tell them to let their students know to be there. I don’t know how the students will handle this news. They might need your assistance."

"I understand."

"Good. Now go tell the staff." Madame Pomfrey nodded and hurried out of the room. Dumbledore turned to look out the window. He walked to the ledge and looked out. Two figures caught his eye. One tall with platinum blond hair and the other a student who was holding a broom. Dumbledore sucked a breath through his teeth. They were here already.

He stepped back and then followed Madame Pomfrey’s exit, thanking every god and goddess he knew of that he had put those one way, see-through bricks on all the windows in that secret room.

* * * * *

"Stop it Tom!" Ginny screamed. She backed away as he tried to pull off her cloak. A wicked grin was on his face as he followed her retreat. "Don’t!"

"You are mine Virginia. Don’t tell me what a will and will not do." His voice was husky and thick with desire. Ginny felt the large statue of one of the basilisk heads against her back. She was trapped with no way out. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he placed both his hands on either side of her head and pressed his lips forcefully against hers. He then moved down her neck, kissing and biting.

"Please," Ginny begged as he pushed back her shirt collar. "Please don’t." Tom raised his head and smirked at her, his eyes full of lust and evil.

"You are mine Virginia," he repeated and ripped open her robes.

Ginny’s screams brought her out of her sleep. She sat up, drawing her knees up to her chest and dug her hands into her hair. Tears fell from her eyes like a waterfall.

"Ginny?" she heard Draco whisper groggily. She sank slightly in the bed as Draco sat up and wrapped his arm around her.

She still felt dirty and unclean. She could still feel the touch of Tom’s lips.

"What did I do to deserve it?!" she screamed into her lap. "What did I do?!"

"Nothing Ginny," Draco cooed in attempts to calm her. "You did nothing wrong. It wasn’t your fault." She hadn’t really told him what had happened in the Chamber, only a brief glimpse. He still thought she was talking about what she did. How could she tell him? He wouldn’t understand. He would pull away from her.

"Tell me what you were dreaming about Ginny."

"You wouldn’t understand," she said before thinking.

"Wouldn’t understand what?"

"What I’ve been through."

"I can’t if you don’t tell me. Don’t pull away. Don’t keep tormenting yourself." Ginny let out a shaky sigh and turned to hug him, afraid that he would run away and never listen to her again. "Gin?"

"He ra…He…Raped m-me," she stammered. She felt Draco’s body tense in her arms.

"He did what?!"

"Please don’t make me say it again," she pleaded. Squeezing her eyes shut she began to pull away, thinking that he would bolt but she found herself being wrapped tighter in his one arm almost to the point of feeling pain.

"Oh Ginny, I’m so sorry. It should of never happened to you." More tears flowed from her eyes, some were of joy that he didn’t run but most were from the painful memory. She trembled and sobs shuddered through her. "Why did you keep this to yourself? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

"I thought you wouldn’t listen," she sobbed.

"You know I would have. I promised you that I would never pull away. I thought you trusted me."

"I d-do." The rest of her words choked in her throat. She was crying so hard now that she barely heard the door open.

"Not now," Draco snapped but was clearly ignored. Ginny looked over towards the door, tears blurring her vision, and saw Dumbledore along with Madame Pomfrey standing at the door. Madame Pomfrey had a hand over her mouth and went to move towards the bed but Dumbledore stopped her movements.

"I am sorry to interrupt but it is of great importance that I speak with the both of you."

"Can’t it wait?" Draco asked, annoyance in his voice.

"I am afraid not," Dumbledore replied apologetically. "It is a matter concerning Voldemort, the two of you and Mr. Potter." Draco felt Ginny flinch and Voldemort’s name.

"Us?" he asked in a confused tone.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy. As I told you earlier on today, you and Miss Weasley are in danger. Voldemort has spies in the castle. We have confronted one of them, Miss Parkinson to be precise, and have heard a few of the details. We now know for certain that the Dark Lord is after the two of you."

"Why is he after us?" Ginny asked shakily.

"That I do not know."

"Parkinson," Draco growled apparently more disturbed with Pansy’s involvement with Voldemort.

"She was seen talking to your father near the Quidditch Pitch."

"My father? But he was sent to Askaban!"

"He and many others of Voldemort’s followers have escaped via the Dark Lord himself." Dumbledore paused for a moment. Everyone in the room went silent. Everyone knew what this meant, they were just too afraid to voice it, too afraid to recognize the inevitable.

"How long?" Draco asked hesitantly.

"I cannot say. My guess is not long. The Ministry has already begun recruitment. I expect they are going to call on students soon as well." Draco nodded and turned his head to Madame Pomfrey.

"Will I be ready by then?" Madame Pomfrey looked shocked but it faded, turning to understanding and concern.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, you probably will be. I would expect you would go even if you weren’t," she replied knowingly. Ginny’s eyes shot up to look at Draco’s face. Fear, confusion and sadness were in her eyes. Draco gave her a tight squeeze but continued to look ahead at Dumbledore, nothing but seriousness on his face.

"I will leave you now, I have to make the announcement to the school," Dumbledore said calmly and nodding at Madame Pomfrey, quietly saying "I will wait till you arrive" before leaving the room. She heaved a great sigh and slowly walked towards the bed.

"I have to take a look at your wounds Mr. Malfoy."

A few spells and potions later, the bandages had come off and Draco was almost as good as new. He moved around a bit, rolling his shoulders and turning his upper body to test himself. He winced a few times however.

"Careful," Madame Pomfrey warned. "Your better but not completely healed. It’ll be a few days yet till your perfectly healthy again." Draco nodded to her and sat back against the pillows. "Listen you too. Promise me that you will both be careful, you especially Mr. Malfoy. Don’t go looking for trouble. Do you understand?"

"Yes Madame Pomfrey," Ginny and Draco said in unison. After gathering her supplies, Madame Pomfrey left the room while glancing once more at the pair with a worried expression on her face. Ginny waited till she heard the outside door close before she spoke.

"You’re going to fight?"

"Of course I am, what did you expect?"

"But what if you get hurt?! What if you get killed?! What if…" She was silenced when Draco pressed the fingers of his newly healed arm to her lips.

"You thought I would stay?" Ginny sighed and shook her head.

"I just don’t want to lose you that’s all." Draco cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. When he pulled back, she could see the compassion in his eyes.

"You could never lose me, even if you tried," he chuckled. Ginny gave a weak smile and giggled a little. She then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Draco’s waist. "I’ll be all right Gin, you don’t need to worry."

"Too late."