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A Living Nightmare	By : letylyf Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-A Living Nightmare
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Summary: What if Ginny had been the one to warn Umbridge and the Inquisitorial Squad of Harry's use of the fire? What if she had beenkingking for the Dark Lord all along? Dark, angsty D/G with a bit of V/G.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn�t mine (I wouldn�t want the kid anyway). Unfortunately, Draco, Ginny, Lestrange, Azkaban, Tom Riddle, and Voldemort aren�t mine either.

Author's Note: This is set right after the climax of the fifth book, hence, major OotP spoilers. Pointless, plotless angsty relationships - it�s a small vignette that I felt like writing to get out of my head. This means I won�t be continuing it. Feedback appreciated, heck, needed.

A Living Nightmare

"Ginny," he said, breathless from chasing down shadows for the past ten minutes. "There you are. Are you all right?"

Ginny turned to see a tall caped figure striding quickly towards her, carrying a small object in his hand. As she looked, he reached up and pulled off his hood and mask, revealing a pale, pointed face and a shock of blonde hair, luminous in the pale lights. She smiled. "Hello, Draco. Yes, I'm fine. Nothing happened to me."

"Are you..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words to ask. It was a very difficult question to phrase diplomatically, without offending Ginny - or anyone else who may have been listening in.

She smiled slightly, knowing, despite his inarticulacy, exactly what he wanted to know. "A Death Eater? No." He let out a breae hae hadn't known he'd been holding. "I don't think I'm... important enough," she continued, the corners of her mouth turning up a bit. She'd been instrumental in carrying out the Dark Lord's latest end-of-school-plot, but as it had failed, she wasn't regarded highly at the moment.

Draco attempted to conceal his relief, but they both knew he was glad she hadn't been inducted. Although Draco had been the one to bring her over to His side in the first place, neither of them were comfortable with how interested the Dark Lord had been, and continued to be in her. "When he summoned you, I thought..."

He drew up closer to her side, and she willingly sunto tto the embrace he offered. She rested her head against his shoulder, murmuring, "Me too... but he only wanted a report... he wasn't angry..."

"With you," continued Draco, leaving the rest unspoken. Ginny knew what he was thinking however, and shivered a little. "No, not with me... I wouldn't want to be one of the Death Eaters who went on that mission, though..."

They had gotten to the subject Draco was most anxious to discuss, once he saw that Ginny was unharmed. "What... happened to them?" His voice was soft with hesitancy, something Ginny wasn't used to hearing in it.

She sighed, turned her head, and looked up at his face, drawn with tension. "Most were... compromised," she said softly, her voice barely carrying to his ears, only a few inches away. The worry on his face heightened. She continued, "He came into the Ministry Himself... everything went wrong from there. Fudge..." They both knew Fudge owed his job to the Malfoy family, but Draco knew such a connection would only go so far. "It will be in the Daily Prophet," Ginny said, changing the subject.

He knew then the news was bad. "Ginny, tell me what happened. Please..."

She closed her eyes. Why did she have to be the one to tell him? "They were arrested, Draco."

"All of them?" His voice was tight, a sign that an explosion was close to the surface. Ginny opened her eyes then, pleading with him to keep calm.

"Only Lestrange escaped..." she said slowly, carefully.

Draco's face fell into an expressionless mask, and he slowly sucked in his breath. A soft syllable escaped his lips, and he went still. "Damn..."

As she slid back and pulled away from him, he grabbed her wildly and buried his face in her shoulder, muttering "No" again and again. After a while, he pulled back and looked up, his face set in stone. "So my father is in Azkaban."

She nodded, once, lightly. He frowned, drawing his brows together, giving his stony expression a menacing quality. "Why? How did it go wrong?"

Ginny shrugged. "They don't know... we - that is, the children and I - were losing predictably badly, when - when Dumbledore and his cronies showed up..."

Draco suddenly looked furious, his expression losing every bit of its former implacability. "How?" he hissed. "Who told them?"

Ginny shrugged again. "They don't know," she repeated. "He will find out, though," Ginny assured Draco. "His Lordship won't rest until he does."

Draco thought furiously back to that scene in Umbe'se's office. Potter and his friends had no time, no time to tip anyone off... with the exception of Ginny, they hadn't even known what was waiting for them...

Then a horrible thought occurred to him. "He doesn't suspect you, does he?" he demanded.

Ginny shook her head unsmilingly. "No. I would hardly be 'fine' if he does. He did ask me, but he knows I can't lie to him... Besides, it would be implicating myself, against my own self-interest, to go to Dumbledore in a situation like that."

Draco looked seriously alarmed now. "But Dumbledore'd forgive you... everyone forgave you after your first year..." His mouth twisted sourly. "He forgave Snape..."

"Dumbledore is a fool," said Ginny simply. Then, sharply, she added, "Draco, you can't believe I betrayed us. Betrayed your father."

But Draco had suddenly received an illuminating and uncomforting thought. Preoccupied, he glanced down and murmured, "Of course not..."

'He forgave Snape...' Snape! Snape had been in there, in Umbridge's office, had spoken to Potter...

"'He's got Padfoot!' he shouted. 'He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!'"

Snape...

His revengeful musings were interrupted when Ginny looked down at what he had been carrying: a small, black book. She recognized it instantly, and sucked in her breath. "Draco! What do you have that for?"

Caught off guard, he glanced down at the book. "Oh, that... Father wanted you to have it again."

He held out the small, harmless-looking book with a date etched on the cover, and Ginny took it gingerly. "Why?" she said, half-whispering. "He's gone..."

And indeed, when she took it in her own small hand and stared at it as though it were to explode any second, she felt none of the warmth it had usually held... warmth from him... She never realized just how much she'd always wanted this again...

She straightened up suddenly and thrust it back at him, frightened but trying not to seem so. "I don't want it."

Draco raised an eyebrow and didn't take the diary back. "Father said for you to have it, Gin."

"It's just a book," she said, her hand almost trembling. With an effort, she took a deep breath and kept her voice steady. "There's nothing in it. I can't see why he wanted-"
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