It All Began With Dwarfing Draco

"It’s about time you graced us with your presence, Draco." He knew that voice, it belonged to…to…No, he couldn’t put his finger on it but he had heard it before. He remembered hearing it in his father’s office. It was a cowardly sounding voice and you couldn’t mistake it for anyone else once you’ve heard it. Who was it? Then it hit him like a curse, making his insides twist with loathing.

"Pettigrew," he hissed.

"I thought you wouldn’t remember," the cynical man cackled. "I’m touched." Draco pulled Ginny closer, trying to protect her from the enemy he couldn’t see but knew was lurking nearby. The man may be a coward and not too bright but he was also insane and worshiped the very ground Voldemort walked on let alone the Dark Lord himself. Peter Pettigrew would do anything his master and was definitely not one to be trusted.

"What do you want with us?" Draco demanded. Pettigrew laughed. "Stop playing games and answer me!"

"But I love these games and so will the master. Oh how he will reward me! I’ve captured the Weasley girl and the young Malfoy, in two days no less! I was much faster then those other half-wits who say they are loyal! They didn’t even try! Oh, he will be so pleased! I will be his most faithful servant once again!"

"Stop babbling you rat and tell me what you want with us!"

"Have I not already made it obvious? Well, you are not as clever as you are said to be…"

"Pettigrew!" Draco felt Ginny winced in his arms and looked down to see her eyes tightly shut. She was visibly frightened and had apparently heard this voice before because she cringed when Pettigrew spoke again.

"No need to be hasty, you will find out soon enough." Ginny’s head shot up, her eyes round with horror. She knew what was going to happen but then again, so did he.

"We have to get out of here," she whispered. "He’s coming." There could only be one monster she could be referring to, Voldemort. Draco nodded and looked up at the ceiling, pretending to remain interested in what the small man had to say.

"What does that old bag of bones want with us?" he mused, knowing that Pettigrew would fall for the bait. He did. No way would he allow anyone to dishonor his lord and master.

"Bag of bones! BAG OF BONES! That’s what you’ll be when master is done with you! Bag of bones indeed!" he scoffed. As he continued, thoroughly distracted and probably pacing somewhere, Draco slid his hand down inside his pocket and pulled out Ginny’s wand. He lightly pressed it to her stomach but did not look down, fearing that if he did his plan would be ruined. Thankfully, Ginny caught on. She folded herself against him, appearing to cower in fear, and took her wand from him. Carefully, she pushed it up her sleeve and hid it from view. Pettigrew hadn’t noticed a thing.

"You’ll be sorry, you little brat. I will enjoy every minute of your torture. Yes, yes I will…" As Pettigrew ranted on about how much he would enjoy Draco’s death and the many ways it would happen, Draco managed to whisper to Ginny. He thanked the gods that Pettigrew was easily distracted.

"Grab the cloak and get out of here," he said as quietly as he could, taking a quick glance at Ginny. "I’ll meet you later."

"What about you?" she whispered back.

"I’ll be fine. Turn left and follow the corridor, you’ll see the door that will lead you outside. Harry and Ron are still in the building and Hermione and Dumbledore are in the forest. Find them and get back to Hogwarts."

"I can’t…"

"Ginny, do this, for me. I couldn’t bare it if you go hurt while I could save you." Ginny slowly nodded, tears forming in her eyes once again. "I love you."

"I love you too." Draco smiled and kissed her forehead. "Okay. One, two, three!" He shoved Ginny out of the way and prepared himself to defend her, placing himself between her and the part of the ceiling where Pettigrew’s voice had been coming. Ginny grabbed the invisibility cloak and threw it over herself. Glancing over his shoulder, the last thing Draco saw of her was her tattered shoes before they too disappeared.

"You horrible brat!" Pettigrew screamed. "Where did she go!"

‘Be safe,’ Draco mentally thought. ‘Be safe, my love.’

Author’s note: Okay so it’s a short chapter I know but I have a lot of stuff to do, year end projects and exam prep, that sort of stuff. Just wanted to get this up before I forgot what I wanted to write, lol. Well hope you like it and please R&R!!!!