The Prophecy of Valeo

"Go Away!" she mouthed. Draco shook his head no and began to whisper in Ron's ear.

What the hell is he doing? Ginny thought. I'm saving your ass, that's what, somebody answered in a cold drawl. Draco. Ginny watched Ron's eyes grow wide, a look of horror appearing on his face.

"SPIDERS!" He randomly screamed, turning around without a glance at Draco and scrambling out the door. Draco was guffawing softly until he noticed Harry turning around. Ginny, who saw this as well, pushed him into the cloths rack beside her.

"What's wrong with Ron?" Harry asked, taking off his glasses and scrubbing them on his sweater. Ginny couldn't help but be intoxicated by his bright green, handsome stare, and was ecstatic yet again the he was her boyfriend. The one boy she'd wanted, then pretended not to want, was hers after everything she'd gone through.

Remembering the situation, she shook herself mentally. "You know him, he saw a moving spider necklace and freaked." Ginny hated lying to him- and even more because she was doing it for Draco.

"Oh," Harry said, returning his glasses to his nose. "Do you want to go home now?" Ginny shook her head violently and kicked Draco in the ribs for no particular reason.

"You can go without me. I'll meet you at the house." Harry hesitated for a moment before kissing her with the same electricity as he always did leaving her giddy as a child, and walked out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Ginny bent down and pulled Draco up by the neck of his collar.

"What in the name of living holy hell was all that?" she asked. Draco stared blandly at her, which was hard to do because her eyes seemed to burn into him like candles. He quickly shook away this thought mentally and continued to stare.

"Funny," he said in as bored of a tone as he could muster- which surprised him by how calm it was. "I never really knew that hell was holy. Or living, for that matter." Ginny ignored him.

"Let's play a game of twenty questions," she said venomously, obviously not feeling anything that he was at the moment. "First question-why are you here. You ugly, conceded bloody prat."

"Because I was bored and I wanted to come."

"Really, Draco."

"Because I had already set Potter's room on fire and set loose pixies in the upstairs bathroom. And I hope you're aware that you just called me Draco instead of Malfoy." Ginny decided to ignore this again.

"How could you hear what I was thinking?"

"My mum told me a while back that certain witches and wizards- ones that had special powers and such- would inherit the magic to mentally talk."

"How did you make my brother run out screaming like a baby?"

"It wasn't that hard, really, considering his an utter coward. I used my special power." This spouted a whole new bunch of questions in Ginny's mind, but she decided to figure them out later. She sneered out of the corner of her mouth, knowing that Draco was completely unaware of what she was doing.

"Do you want to shag me?"

"Yes." Draco went white and his eyes nearly popped from his skull. It was then he noticed that Ginny had her hand around back of him, pointed at his head, using the verities charm on his brain. "No," he said, relieving himself by fighting the spell. "Yes. No. Yes. I don't know. Your eyes- they make me-," he stopped himself and pulled Ginny's hand away. "They make me feel like hurling because they happen to be the color of vomit. And no, I don't have feelings for you."

Ginny smiled and her eyes lit up, making Draco very happy he was not under the charm, because if he was, then he was very afraid of what he might have said at that moment in time.

A few minutes after the two of them began to walk down the summer-brightened street, Ginny realized that she still had her share money left from not buying the dress.

"I still have... ten galleons and ten sickles," she said, bringing the coins out of her pocket and counting them in the palm of her hand. "I'm not saying I'd love to share an ice cream with someone like you, but the guys'll get suspicious if I bring home all of it and besides, money burns a hole in my pocket."

"Fine," Draco said. Ginny waited for him to say something appalling, but when she looked over and found him staring at what was apparently a very interesting pile of bird dung, she couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Something wrong DrMalfoy?" she asked, trying to sound listless. He knew it was stupid, but he felt that he still had the truth spell on him and if he looked at her he would be overcome by its power.

STUPID STUPID STUPID ME! WHACK ME OVER THE HEAD WITH A STICK! SHE IS NOT PRETTY! HER EYES ARE THE PORTALS TO UGLY, UGLY HELL! SHE IS A BLOODY WEASLEY FOR THE SAKE OF GOOD MERLIN!!! Of course, she is a woman. I am a Malfoy. What else is there to say?

Draco shook his head. They stopped a few minutes later at the ice cream shop by madam Malkin's and sat underneath a table shaded with a summer umbrella. A plump, stout man with a kind face came to take their order.

"What do you want?" Ginny asked, quite coldly. Draco peered at the menu she was holding and didn't see anything that particularly caught his interest- not as much as some other things, anyway.

NOTHING CATCHES YOUR INTEREST, YOU BLOODY PRAT! NOTHING!!!

"I don't care," he said, sitting back in his chair. Ginny reached up to fix the strap of her purple tank top, which had fallen across her shoulder. Draco tried not to with all the might in the world not to get excited.

"We'll have two vanilla sundaes," she said. The man nodded and stared happily at the two of them.

"I hope you don't mind me saying," the man said, "But the two of you make a cute..."Ginny stopped him quickly, going completely white.

"WE ARE NOT A COUPLE!" she said, louder than she wished to. The Man laughed and took their orders to the kitchen.

Draco scooted up in his seat again, and Ginny noticed that the sun was hitting his neck, making him look tanner; and she couldn't help but notice he was handsome. Not Harry handsome of course, But he had a strength about him that made Ginny wonder if he really was as bad as she had thought prior to his meeting her.

"I hope you realize that you're being quiet," Ginny said, cocking her head at him, making her sunlit red- hair fall over the side of the chair gracefully. Draco mustered the courage to look in her eyes and keep them there.

"What's wrong about that?" he asked. Ginny smiled almost flirtatiously at him- no, he was imagining it.

You are imagining it you dirty, filthy, SCOUNDREL!

She caught herself. Stop it, stop it, stop-

Stop what? Draco asked. Ginny glared at him.

Stop doing that, she thought at him. Draco sneered.

I can only hear what you're thinking if you allow me to.

Well, then I don't allow you to.SHOO. Scram. Vamoose.

You have to allow me to allow you to not allow me to read your mind.

Wait- what?

Never mind. I'll show you at the house, Draco thought, and Ginny could feel him shut her off.

The man came back with their two ice-creams and a bill. The two teenagers took them off the platter, deciding to talk aloud now.

"So what's up with you and Potter?" Draco asked bravely.

"Well, we're dating, if that's what you mean," Ginny replied. "And he's the best thing that's ever happened to me." Draco felt the tiniest spout of jealousy in his stomach, like someone had pricked him with a needle.

NO YOU DIDN'T! YOU DIDN'T FEEL THAT! IT WAS THE FORCES OF EVIL INSIDE YOU! YOU DID...NOT...FEEL...ANYTHING!

"I don't see what's so appealing about the scarhead," Draco said bitterly. Ginny scowled at him.

"Oh I don't know," Ginny said sarcastically. "It may be that he's wildly handsome, kind, caring, the best damn kisser on the planet, or maybe it's the fact that when you're next to him, you can feel his heartbeat race through your body. But I wouldn't know."

Draco stared at her flatly.

"How do you know that's he's the best damn kisser on the planet?" he asked seductively.

"I just thought of another question," Ginny said, turning away and looking at the winding street of Diagon alley.

How can she resist your charm?! This girl is a tough cookie. Of course, NO! You are not trying to break her in the first place, you...you...INSULT TO MALFOYS, YOU! Wait, all Malfoys are an insult to human nature. So does that mean that I'm not an insult to human nature? This is confusing.

"Sure," Draco said slowly, sitting back down. "Shoot. Whatever floats your boat, Weasel."

"How did you get into Dormeina's? I mean, you obviously didn't use floo powder, because you'd be all banged up and covered in soot, not to mention jammed in a fire place."

"Oh, I Apparated," Draco said casually, as if this were a simple answer.

HA HA HA! No woman alive can resist your I-don't-care tone! HA HA!

"You What?" Ginny asked incredulously. Draco sneered at her, but it wasn't his normal, arrogant sneer- it was a smile. Ginny had never seen Draco smile before, and it somehow lit his cold, chrome-blue eyes into a burning, white hot happiness.

"We need to get home," he said. "You have some things to learn."

In that short moment in time, Ginny saw the real Draco, who was more different than she could have ever pictured him. He was cute, fun to be with, and even, in the slightest way- loveable.

IDIOT!

* * *

Back at the house, Harry was sitting on the vintage couch in the living room flipping through the channels of Mr. Weasley's muggle television until he got bored and left it on a show about baby llamas. It didn't look particularly interesting, but oh well.

He removed his glasses and placed them on the end table and rested his head on the arm rest, drifting into a light nap.

He could feel the power radiating inside his hands. Somehow, he knew what to do. It was instinct. He lifted his right hand, and he felt it course through his body, then out of his palm, and to a tall, dark, shadowed figure in front of him he somehow knew was evil. The figure flew up into the air about five feet up, his body twitching with electric volts. A few seconds passed, and Harry could feel himself weaken. The body fell to the floor with a scream of pain, and he himself dropped to his knees, lost in a cloudy abyss. And Then...

Harry woke with a sharp breath. His vision was smoky, and he remembered his glasses. He could feel something behind him- someone was watching him. He frantically reached out for the half-blur that were his spectacles sitting on the table- he had to have them before the someone... something...

He could see his glasses slide across the table seemingly by themselves. Harry concentrating on them all the time. They magically flew into his hands, and Harry placed them on his ears, utterly shocked.

Shakily, He stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"I live in a screwed-up world," he said, shaking him head aimlessly.

* * *

"I heard it hurts," Ginny said as she walked with Draco along the sidewalk, forgetting what she had been taught her entire life in a single instant. She wondered if it would ever come back.

"Nope," Draco replied, shaking his head. "That is unless you don't go without your legs or some crap like that."

"I didn't even think it was possible for a seventeen-year-old to Apparate in the first place."

"It's something I've been able to do for years. I taught myself when I was fifteen," Draco said. Ginny gaped at him.

"Is there nothing that you're afraid of?" she asked. Draco shook his head.

"Death," he said. "Rejection, losing someone I'm close to. You know, all the fun stuff."

"I've always been scared of being burned to death," Ginny said. Draco laughed.

"I'm pretty sure that witch-burning went out of style ages ago," He said. Ginny slapped her forehead.

"Ah," she said. "I'm walking down the street, I've just finished an ice cream sundae, And not to mention I've done all of this with you. Why couldn't it have been-"

"Harry," Draco interrupted in a mocking girlish tone. Ginny ignored him.

"Sometimes you catch yourself doing something you think there's not a chance in hell of, and you wonder what a year-younger version of yourself would say if they saw you," Ginny said, her words slightly confusing, but somehow understandable. Draco swallowed.

"Exactly," Draco said. He wondered what he would say to himself at that moment.

Oh, I don't know, how about GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER AND STOP FOCUSING ON A POOR, DIRTY, WEASLEY GIRL!!!

...ha ha ha. You like Ginny.

I DO NOT!

Hee hee.

QUIT LAUGHING!

He tried to ignore it for the past hour, to push it out of his mind, but one thought kept punching through his brain and exposing itself in his eyes. He was starting to see a Weasley in a light that almost blinded him.

* * *

Dear Hermione,

Guess what. Yes, Harry and Ginny are together. I don't know what they were thinking. I mean, the age different in sickening. A 17 year old and a 16 year old- now what kind of crock is that? Personally, I don't want to ever talk to either of them again. Please, come over ASAP!

Ron

P.S. Have a bloody FREAKING good time in the U.S.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked Ginny as he grabbed her wrist along behind the leaky cauldron. She took a breath and nodded. "Then here we go." She felt a tug at the back of her neck, then a quick blur of colors, and they were in her room back at the burrow. Draco sat on the feather bed and picked up a pillow, setting his crossed arms on top of it.

"Why did you take us back to my room?" Ginny asked. Draco shrugged.

"Because I wanted to go through your underwear, put on your jewelry, and steal your summer dresses so I can model in them in front of the bathroom mirror." Ginny laughed, trying unsuccessfully not to.

You have a pretty laugh. Ginny stared at Draco for a moment, dumbstruck.

What?

Nothing. Never mind. We need to get to work, anyway.

With what?

Well, I'm not quite sure, really. Our powers, probably. Other than that, a lot of stuff I don't know about yet. It's a long story.

Can we talk out loud, please? I'm beginning to feel a headache from trying to control just one string of thoughts.

"Fine," Draco said. "Anyway, My...my mum used to help me with my power, even thought she didn't know what it was exactly. Even I don't know what I'm really capable of."

"Your mother sounds- sounded like a good person," Ginny said quietly. Draco rose from the bed and picked up a tee-shirt lying on the ground, putting it on the dresser nonchalantly.

"She was."

"Er-Malfoy?"

"Huh?"

"You're cleaning my room." At this, Draco laid his hands on the table, putting his weight on them and looking down at his feet, his hair over his eyes and another tee-shirt still clutched in his hand. The material somehow seemed to sooth his hand, and squeezing it made him feel better.

Oh, cripes. I'm bloody mental.

"It's better than breaking down, isn't it?" he asked bitterly. Ginny said nothing. "Now, if you really want to see what these things can do," Draco said, gesturing to his hands, "Then let's get cracking."

"Alright then," Ginny said, rolling up her sleeves. As she did this, to her greatest astonishment, Draco took the knife he had gotten by his mother's orders-the knife with the family symbol chiseled into it- and ripped open a huge gash across his right arm with just the slightest flinch.

Blood immediately began to gather, and Ginny was still in shock. Draco looked at her like she was mental.

"Well what are you waiting for?" he asked exasperatedly. "Heal me." Ginny did as she was told, and grasped her hand around his wrist, his blood settling in her palm for a moment before she felt it disappear. Draco half sneered, and half smiled. "Good. Now it's my turn."

At this, Draco stepped closer to her and began to whisper in her ear, as he did with Ron.

There's someone behind you. His wand is pointed at you. He's going to strike. Kill him...

Ginny grabbed the knife out of Draco's hand, swinging around and throwing it with perfect aim into a poster of the seeker from the Chudley Cannons her brother had gotten her for Christmas. Draco stared at her, trying to hide his part admiration and part astonishment.

"What?" she muttered. "You made me do that." He slowly shook his head.

"No, I didn't. I told you there was someone behind you- I didn't tell you to try and kill him. The whole thing with my knife, you did that out of will power," Draco said. "You're the only person I know who can do that."

Ginny beamed proudly.

"I knew I was stronger than you," she chimed. Draco sneered.

"We'll see." He closed his eyes, concentrating deeply, and within a few moments an enormous clasp of thunder rattled the windows. Ginny looked outside, and then her gaze turned back to Draco, only there was no Draco.

Looking for me? Ginny jumped and spun quickly back around, coming face-to-face with Draco, who was now only an inch away from her own face, a small smile handsomely curving his lips. He could feel her breath on his cheek, and her bright hair shielded them from the outside world.

Ginny, of course, knew what he was thinking, because either he was allowing her to or he was letting his guard down momentarily. And she couldn't help but notice...

Harry, Ginny thought, forgetting Draco could hear her.

What about him? Draco asked, a little bitterness in the tone of his voice.

I love Harry. And with this, she whipped around once more, not needing to be told that Draco had Apparated or that he had somehow made that thunder, and ran out of the door, leaving him standing there with a mixture of so many feelings he didn't know what to think.