Destiny- Drinny

51- All Alone

As Ginny watched the happy couple dance, a small smile itched it's way onto her face. Although Ginny and Fleur didn't see eye to eye, the shining smile on Bills face made Ginny realise; maybe Fleur wasn't as bad as she once thought.

"Care to dance?" Asked a voice behind her.

Turning round, Ginny came face to face with Victor Krum, the youngest professional wizard quidditch player. Ginny remembered him when he played in the TriWizardCup, where he and Hermione attended the Yule Ball together.

"Victor Krum." Ginny smiled.

"Ginny Weasley. I've been meaning to meet you for a long time. You are a very beautiful witch, and really know your way around a broom." He spoke in his thick Russian accent, stepping towards her.

Feeling uncomfortable, Ginny took a step back.

"I didn't know you knew my brother."

"I don't. Fleur and I became friends at the TriWizardCup. She invited me, actually." He said, smiling, taking her hand, as a new song began.

Dragging Ginny to the dance floor, Krum wore a smug smile on his face, while Ginny's was upside down. Her eyes begging anyone in sight to save her from dancing with him. Sadly, everyone was too happy in chat to notice her pleas for help.

"I hope you like the Flamenco." He spoke, as he spun her into position.

"Err-" Ginny tried to protest, but Krum already had her in his arms, as the Spanish music played.

As the two shook their hips and planted their feet, Ginny remembered why she liked ballet much more than any dances. The rhythm was much slower and the moves had more elegance and grace. Although the Flamenco got Ginny's blood pumping, Ginny hated it. All she wanted right then was her ballet shoes and Draco.

Draco had that ease about him and carefree spirit- dancing with him felt like dancing on clouds- whereas with Krum, Ginny felt as if she was in the spotlight, pushed up into a corner and forced to move like a robot.

"I was wondering." Spoke Krum, as the song began to end, "that since we are both the youngest quidditch players- maybe we could go out some time- make the front page of the daily profit."

Dropping her mouth open, Ginny couldn't believe she was just asked out for publicity. Standing still on the dance floor, as the music finished, she looked at him with raised brows.

"I have too much respect for myself to do that." She said, as a softer, calmer song began to play, "enjoy the rest of the night." She smiled, before turning her back to him and taking a long waited breath.

Walking over to Luna, Ginny shivered as a chilling breeze nipped at her exposed arms and legs. Turning to the centre of the room, everything turned black, and the only light was a small crystal ball, floating in the air.

"The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead."

Screams erupted within the room, and people began dissaperating left right and centre. Chaos began when black mists of smoke clogged the room, as Death eaters burst into action, spells flying across the room.
Pulling out her wand, Ginny joined the fight, taking on a death eater with a black mask covering their face.

A green blade of light shot past her face, missing her by inches. Returning the gesture, Ginny disarmed him with a simple disarming spell, before Tonks finished him off.

The intense battle lasted for an hour or so, but by the time the last death eater vanished, only a handful of people were left. Ginny noticed Ron, Harry and Hermione were no where to be seen.

"Ginny!" Cried Molly, running up to her daughter, "Oh look at your dress." She sighed, observing Ginny's ripped dress.

"Sorry mum." Ginny apologised.

"Not to worry dear, no harm done. I know you hated that dress anyway." She smiled. "You were always a Tom boy. When you were little, you'd always manage to slip out of one." The old lady reflected, smiling to herself. "You looked so beautiful. Remind me, the next time you wear a dress, to take a picture."

"Err- mum, we were just attacked by death eaters and Ron, Harry and Hermione are gone." Ginny said, causing Molly to gasp in fear.

"Arthur!" She cried, running to her husband, as Ginny rolled her eyes.

Sitting at a table full of Death eaters, always made Draco feel on edge. Every face had the same emotionless frown, waiting on hand and knee for the Dark Lords orders. Draco wondered if he looked as they did; heartless and devoted to destroying the world. Was this how Ginny saw him? A rotten death eater? A coward in a wizards body? Was this how everyone saw him? He hoped not.

There was so much he couldn't and didn't tell Ginny, and now he was really regretting it. Maybe she could have gotten him out of this mess? Took him home to the burrow and safe from this mad house. Draco couldn't accept that his child home home was being overrun with murderers.

And then he remembered.

That's my parents.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were death eaters, and probably killed many people for Voldemort. He couldn't get his head around his parents killing others, but knew it to be true. And now he would be joining them.

Dumbledore would die. And Draco would be the reason why.

He would kill his headmaster. His blood would be on Draco's hands.

As Voldemort began his meeting, Draco kept his eyes on the black oak table, trying to pay attention to the meeting, without shivering in discomfort.

"I believe once Hogwarts new year begins, Dumbledore shall no longer be a problem. Young Draco has found himself a vanishing cabinet, so we can sneak a few of you into the school. I was wondering who would like to do the honour of accompanying him as he kills the old man." Voldemort asked, evily.

Draco always thought he bounded like someone with a cold- their nose all blocked up so the air came out of their mouths, making them sound wheezy. Well, he doesn't have a nose, so that can't be the answer. Draco told himself, making him try to conceal a smile.

"Humoured Draco?" Asked the strained voice of Voldemort.

"Um, no, My Lord. Just excited to kill my headmaster. Always favoured Potter and his muggle loving friends." He spoke, causing the pale man to grin.

"You have a bright future with us." He smiled, as he looked over the table to Bellatrix, who was waving her hand in the air. "Yes, Bellatrix?"

"I would like to volunteer myself to go along with Draco." She smiled, revealing her underbrushed teeth.

"Thank you Bellatrix. Greyback?" He asked, looking to the vampire- wolf.

"I'd be honoured." He spoke, as Draco's mind trailed away from the table.

Could he really do this? Could he kill Dumbledore?

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