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The moonlight was beaming through the window, drowning the objects throughout the bedroom in it. The moons light landed on the bed, glinting upon an icy gray eye. Draco looked from Ginny to the window, counting the moments in between each breath. Carefully removing his arm from behind Ginny’s head, he climbed over and stood up from the bed. He heard Ginny move and let out a sigh, causing him to freeze. As he looked over his shoulder he saw that she had gone right back to sleep. Letting out a sigh of relief, he pushed his arms through his shirt and buttoned it up, leaving the two buttons on top undone. Draco walked closer to the bed and recovered Ginny up with the covers.
As the warmth from the covers cascaded over Ginny, she clung to the sheets as Draco made his way to the door. Chuckling, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him softly.
He sighed roughly as his hand went through his hair. As he made his way down the corridor, giggling came behind a statue. Taking his wand out of his pocket, he crept surreptitiously closer. His wand automatically lit, the light shining into a couple of student’s faces. “Baxley, Yates, dare I ask what you’re doing at this time of morning?”
A young boy looked up vehemently, “I could ask the same thing, Professor. Paying Professor Weasley a visit?”
Draco’s eyes became cold, “Roaming the halls to find reckless, incompetent students like yourself. Fifty points will be taken away from your house, Miss Yates, along with five weeks detention. As for you Baxley, that’ll be seventy-five points and six weeks detention, not only for being out of the dormitories but also for your cheek. The both of you get back to your houses, and don’t let me find you out here at this time again.”
As they made their way past Draco, Baxley gave him a deathly look while Yates seemed embarrassed. Draco scoffed and continued his way down the corridor. Turning around a corner, he continued his way down the dark corridor’s, finally ending up at his destination. He knocked on the door a couple times and waited for the door to open.
“Just a minute!” A moment later, Bolton opened the door in his dark purple night robe. “Draco? What are you doing here? It’s two in the morning!”
“If you’d shut up and allow me in I won’t have to spoil your secret to the whole castle.”
Bolton stared at him for a couple of seconds before he opened the door wider. Draco walked in, looking around at the different items. Walking over to a desk he saw a couple pieces of parchment opened from the Ministry of Magic.
“I see you’re writing a play by play to Kingsley, eh?” Draco sneered.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bolton responded blatantly.
“Don’t give me any of that rubbish!” Draco snapped. “I bet you didn’t think anyone would figure you out so soon….”
Bolton didn’t answer, his grip tightening on the chair. “So I’ve hit a nerve eh? Did you honestly believe that you’d be able to keep it for so long?”
“You can’t say a word,” Bolton breathed.
This struck a nerve with Draco. He flung towards Bolton, causing him to crash into the wall behind him. Draco held his arm against Bolton’s throat tightening, “I can say whatever the hell I’d like. Why shouldn’t I just show who you really are? Why shouldn’t I let McGonagall know that there’s an imposter? Better yet…why don’t I expose you to Ginny? Oh I bet she’d love that!”
At Ginny’s name Bolton shoved Draco off, pulling his wand out and pointing it at him.
“Don’t you dare bring her up!”
Draco smirked as his wand was pointing at Bolton, “Hit a nerve have I Potter?”
“Protego!” Draco cried. “Don’t like your secret revealed do you?”
“Why don’t you just calm down and tell me what’s forced you to live a lie for four years. To tell me why you’re causing Ginny to suffer?”
Bolton’s arms went limp, his expression softening. “She can’t know….”
“Along with everyone else, right? Explain it to me,” Draco replied, his wand still pointing at Bolton.
“I can’t…Kingsley doesn’t want this operation to falter.”
“Then I guess you can kiss your secret goodbye,” he responded airily.
Bolton heaved a heavy sigh, “Fine, fine. Just stop pointing that at me and sit down.”
Draco lowered his wand slowly and walked over to the couch, Bolton sitting in the chair opposite.
“In the final battle with Voldemort, I knew that no matter what Voldemort was going to die. The prophecy stated, ‘And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.’ Given that, I thought about Voldemort’s horcruxes, and how he had split his soul into seven pieces. Well, that was something that he knew, but what he didn’t know was that he’d actually done it eight times. Hermione, Ron and I found the five horcruxes in our seventh year, one of them was founded by Dumbledore while the other I had destroyed in our second year without realizing.
“So, the seven were found, but after I figured it all out I realized that I was the last horcrux.”
Draco looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed, “You automatically became one when he tried to kill you, after he killed your parents.”
“Yes. If Voldemort was able to kill me, like I made you all believe when he came out of the forest, then anyone would be able to use the Unforgivable Curse and kill him.
“Now for the actual final battle, I was able to kill him, only because he had killed the horcrux that was within me… I took a sip of the draught of peace potion in order to make you all believe that I was dead. It calmed everything in my system, and caused my breathing to be calm. All I had to do was keep my breaths shallow, so shallow that no one would be able to tell.
“When it came time for the funeral, my preparations were already made. For three days, everyone had left me in the Great Hall alone as they figured out the funeral arrangements and such. Some of the security measures were lifted off the castle, so I was able to Apparate back and forth easily, before anyone would actually notice. I Apparated to Ron’s brothers’ place, where I had buried Dobby, your old house elf. It was easy and quick for me to dig him back up, since no one was home at the little cottage.
“After I dug him up, I put polyjuice potion down his throat. His figure turned into mine, and I Apparated back to Hogwarts and placed him where I had been. At each hour I came back and poured more polyjuice potion down his throat.
“When it came time for the funeral, I was able to get by with my last bottle. He was buried, and then the funeral took place, and that was that.”
Draco looked at him, slightly repulsed. “Who knew you, Saint Potter, could be so devious.”
No response came, so Draco continued, “So go on.”
“I left after the funeral, headed to Brazil, stayed there for about a couple of years, shaving this man’s hair. The third year had started, and that’s when I contacted Kingsley Shacklebolt. Quite a shock to him…almost throttled me when we met in a deserted tavern.
“He told me to stay in Brazil for another five months. I did, and then when fourth year of me being gone he contacted me, telling me to meet in the same tavern. When we did I knew something was bothering him. He relayed that there was something that was coming up, he wasn’t sure what, but it wasn’t anything good. He wanted me to come back here and be a Hogwarts professor. I did as he asked, and became Bolton Lewin.”
“There isn’t any trouble starting,” Draco responded, “what’s he on about?”
“Kingsley believes, as do I, that there’s going to be trouble coming with the new student that is transferring from Durmstrang. McGonagall had told Kingsley as soon as she found out. Apparently, this boy is a descendant from Grindelwald. From what Kingsley knows, the boy is following in his great-uncle’s footsteps of trying to achieve wizard supremacy.”
“So that’s why McGonagall actually wanted Ginny and I?” Draco questioned curiously.
“Yes, Kingsley wanted some of the best wizards and witches McGonagall could get.”
“He thinks this boy is that serious?”
“If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be going under so many extremities.”
Draco stayed silent, processing everything that was said. The sun had started to come up slowly, “So why are you being so secretive? Why not tell Ginny?”
Bolton’s features saddened, “I’m staying on the safe side. I don’t want to risk getting her hurt.”
Draco scoffed, “That’s not it… You’re scared.”
“I’m not scared,” he responded flatly.
“Yes you are. What is it that you hope to achieve in all of this Potter?”
“Nothing for myself,” he replied, taking a second to think. “She’ll be able to move on, start a life, and be happy.”
“Fat chance of that,” Draco murmured.
Bolton ignored the comment, “Which brings me to my plea for your help Draco….”
Taken aback, Draco stuttered, “W-what?”
“I’ve seen what you’ve been doing…practically taking Ginny under your wing…and I want to ask you to keep doing it. I want you – no, I need you to have her fall in love with you.”
“Are you mental?” Draco questioned, flabbergasted. When he got a head shake in response Draco stood up, pacing back and forth, ranting, “You must be! Have you not seen her? She’s still crazy about you! How am I supposed to get her to fall in love with me? I don’t want to get involved in this scheme!”
“Just shut up!”
“You expect me to shut up when you’ve just asked me to do the unimaginable? What happens in the end? When you’ve fixed the ‘catastrophe’ and everything’s back to normal? Do come back being Harry and ask her back? What if, in trying to course her to fall in love with me, I fall in love with her? What happens then?”
Eyeing Draco, Bolton answered, “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for, for you to fall in love with her.”
Draco furrowed his brows, “What the HELL is wrong with you?!”
“Nothing. It needs to be done, and she’s already getting close to you.”
“I don’t bloody care if she’s getting close to me! What in Merlin’s name do you have planned?”
“This is detrimental to everything Draco. Near the end, or at the end, I’m leaving the two of you alone. Things will work out how they need to, and you’ll be able to have Ginny move on.”
“You’re just going to let her be? You won’t allow her to be happy like she deserves?” Draco asked as his voice became soft.
“By doing this, I am allowing her to. Instead of her dwelling on the past, I’m helping her move on with someone, other than me.”
“Do you not realize that she won’t be as happy with anyone else other than you?”
Smiling, Bolton answered, “Thank you for the compliment Draco, but I believe she can be. She’s already starting to.”
Draco fell into the couch, his forehead resting in his hands. Running his hands through his hair, he looked up at Bolton, “I can’t believe I’m helping you with this....”
“Thank you…,” Bolton answered. “I promise that I’m not going to ruin all the work that you put into yours and Ginny’s relationship. After everything is over and done with, I promise you won’t hear from me again.”
As Draco reached the door he replied, “You’re a bloody mess...”
The sun bathed into Ginny’s room. As it beamed onto her face, her eyebrows furrowed and a grimace formed on her lips. She scooted away from the window wanting to get closer to Draco, and shield her eyes, but felt nothing. Groaning, she stretched and opened her eyes slowly.
“Well good morning.”
Ginny sat up, leaning against her arm that was on the bed, and looked over at Draco in surprise. “Good morning,” she responded with a smile on her face. “I didn’t think that you would be here.”
“I could leave if you want,” he said as he shook The Daily Prophet and closed it.
“No, I want you to stay,” she replied quickly.
Draco smirked slightly, “I brought up some breakfast for you.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I was up early enough, and I didn’t know if you were actually going to be getting up before they took the food away…especially the way you were snoring,” he retorted.
“I don’t snow – snore, I mean,” she said back, a tinge of pink rising in her cheeks.
Laughing, Draco replied, “Well I certainly hope you wouldn’t snow.”
“Oh shut up,” she mumbled as she got up and slapped him behind the head.
“Now what was that for?”
“For being an arse in the morning,” she answered as she reached for a muffin.
“According to you though, I’ve been one my whole life.”
“Yes, and I still stand behind my word, but you’re an extreme arse in the morning.”
“Ahh… I can’t be too bad,” he said.
“And why’s that?” She questioned as she sat down on her bed, crossing her legs.
“If I was terrible, I don’t believe you would have let me kiss you last night if I were.”
Ginny shrugged. A small smirk then came to her lips, “I’m actually appalled.”
“By what exactly?” he asked as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice.
A giggle escaped her lips, “I never thought that you would be so cautious…or turn certain things down.”
“What?” He questioned, slightly bewildered. “What was I supposed to be? A lion hunting down his prey?”
Tossing her head back and forth slightly she answered, “Something like that.”
Bursting with laughter, Draco caused Ginny to jump. “So you’ve imagined me in bed before have you?”
“In your dreams Malfoy,” Ginny answered rolling her eyes.
“Apparently in yours,” he retorted, laughter seizing him again.
“Oh grow up,” she retorted.
“Why don’t you make me?” He questioned raising his eyebrows.
“How about you make yourself and leave?”
“Now, now, do we have to be hasty?”
“For now,” she answered as she walked over and picked him up by his collar. “Now be a good boy and run along.”
“I don’t believe that’s possible.”
“Oh?” She questioned.
“Not with you standing here and having a hold of my collar,” he answered.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, letting go quickly.
Draco chuckled, “There we go. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay…thank you for breakfast by the way,” she said.
“No problem,” he smirked as he grabbed his robes and headed for the door.
Ginny stood next to the table watching him close the door. A minute passed by and she walked over to the door, and pulled it open slowly. Before she could do anything, Draco had dropped his robes and had his lips on hers, causing a warm fuzzy feeling to roll down her body. His hands were on either side of her face. As Ginny started to wrap her arms around his neck Draco grabbed them softly, and pulled away.
“You know, we need to stop these surprises. I believe one of these days, one of them is going to kill you,” Draco said with a smirk. He winked at her, grabbed his robes and headed down the staircase.