The Prophecy of Valeo

The train ride. The first time she saw him. Her first year. He spent the summer at her house without a glance in her direction. The Basilisk, tom, the chamber of secrets- he had saved her life without really knowing who she was. Her second year. He didn't talk to her. Her third year. Her heart beat out of her chest as he tangoed with a dragon, turned into a fish, and danced with death in the maze. Fourth year. Things were different. She would get the courage to look at him; just look at him. And Fifth year. Well, at least he knew who she was now.

Everything Harry had ever done or said to Ginny raced through her mind like wildfire, spilling out through her eyes. Nothing was quite real anymore. It was all a dream- right?

Apparently not.

"Harry, I-," Ginny managed to squeak before Ron bound over to Draco and through a blow to his skull. Harry didn't try and stop him. For a moment, everyone was distracted by the sickening sounds of cracking bones and ripping skin.

Draco, startled by the punch at first, jumped on top of Ginny's brother and laid an excruciatingly loud uppercut on his jaw. Ron kicked him and Draco returned the favor. By now, both boys were rolling on the ground, screaming and striking each other like professional boxers gone mad.

Harry was looking at Ginny disgustedly the whole time.

"You didn't have to lie," he hissed.

"What?" Ginny cried, sobbing in between every breath she took.

"About loving me," Harry said, ignoring the pang in his stomach to rush over to her and hold her in his arms. Ginny almost laughed out of disbelief at this, cursing herself for the tearing sensation in her head to peel Ron off Draco. It was gone before she could decipher it.

Quickly rushing over to him, she grabbed his shoulder to hold him still. He tried to squirm away, but Ginny wouldn't let him. Mustering up all the power her body had inside, she planted a jaw breaking, passionate kiss on his lips, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him closer.

Draco and Ron continued fighting, unaware of anything else.

Harry thought the kiss would go on forever.

He spoke of the devil as Ginny slowly pulled her head away from his.

"Does that feel like a lie?" she panted, tears smudging her cheeks. Harry was lost for words and finally tramped through the doorway, not wanted to look at his former- or current- girlfriend.

Ginny finally took notice of the two bleeding and wounded boys in the corner, who were still fighting to what she suspected was to the death.

"Stop it," she whispered. "STOP IT!"

They didn't listen to her, so she leapt on top of them and dug in between the brawl. As she glanced from one to the other, she could see the full damage that the other had caused.

Ron had a large slice across his left cheek and his jaw looked slightly off center and horribly bruised. Draco had a black eye and a broken, bleeding nose. Not to mention countless other relatively small wounds that seemed to cover their entire bodies.

"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING IN OUR HOUSE?" Ron roared so loud the walls shook and bits of loose plaster feel from the ceiling. Ginny swallowed hard.

"I'll explain later."

"NO, YOU'LL EXPLAIN NOW!"

"DON'T YELL AT HER, YOU IDIODIC GIT!" Draco butted in. "SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"Both of you, shut you traps," Ginny said as calmly as she could. Draco leaned in slightly and she healed his eyes first, and then his nose. He let out a small sigh of relief and Ginny had an odd sensation to smile for a second. Finally, it was out.

But when she tried to put her hand to Ron's cheekbone, he slapped her hand away fiercely and the feeling dissolved.

"NO!" he yelled. "NO! First, I had to worry about Harry getting into your pants, and now HIM!" Ron pointed at Draco as if he were a large, ugly animal on display at a zoo. He ran after Harry out the door and Ginny stared at the wall, not wanting to turn around and see...him.

She couldn't even describe him now. Something was different. Something wasn't settling in the pit of her stomach. Draco had been too calm. He had almost been in shock. And, now that she and Harry weren't an item anymore... No, she hated herself just for the thought.

Never. I don't love him. Never, Never, Never.

And besides, if she did, then he would be as a rebound anyway. They both knew she didn't feel for him what she felt for Harry; Draco as much as her. So why did she feel the need to take him inside her home and string him along like a cat chasing a toy mouse? It wasn't fair for him. It wasn't fair to anyone.

But when she turned around, all she saw were the bed and the bag of items he had brought. His broom was gone from the corner, and when she peered anxiously out the open window, a tiny green speck growing farther away every second taunted her. Alone in the bedroom, she had lost everything she ever had.

* * *

Uber nice rendition of a dickhead, Harry thought bitterly as he sat on his worn in suitcase absentmindedly. He knew that the kiss had held all of her heart and soul, and maybe a little of Draco's as well, considering that he had looked at Ginny the way Harry himself always did, but he had blown her off. It wasn't a rendition. He was a real dickhead.

And he knew it. So when a tearful, red faced Ginny cracked open the door and peered through, gasps telling him that she clearly had been sobbing, asked him to come downstairs, he nodded in agreement and rose.

"Ron... Ron won't come," Ginny said quietly.

"He's down there, isn't he?" he asked. She hesitated.

"No. He's gone. He flew off a few minutes ago and left all the things he'd brought," Ginny said, gesturing to the bag slung over her shoulder. "Which wasn't much, especially for...well...Draco. I mean, Malfoy. I mean..."

Silence. Ginny couldn't bear it. And, then, one of the most important things that would take place in her life story happened.

My left shoe is too tight. I left my glasses in the bedroom. Why and I such a lunatic? My left shoe hurts my foot. Is it okay for me to kiss her now? Are we still together? I hate Malfoy. I love her. Her hair looks nice today.

Ginny was hearing Harry's thoughts.

"Harry?!" Ginny asked in awe, forgetting everything that had happened before.

Harry looked at her blankly, his expression showing no signs of his thoughts.

And then she began to piece things together. Slowly. Very slowly, it came together.

This summer- it started this summer. When the three of us were close together. We must have broken some kind of barrier... We can all read each other's thoughts. And I can heal and I dream premonitions, Draco can control minds and the weather, and Harry- Harry can move things with his mind, and...

"Harry, kiss me!" Ginny said.

"Gin, Wh-," was all he could get in before Ginny grabbed him by his jaw and pressed her jaw against his lips. It was more passionate and a hell of a lot sexier, Harry thought behind his mild surprise.

Nothing. Ginny, still kissing him and moving down slightly towards his neck now, stepped on his foot. A long, powerful jolt like lightning shot through her as she sucked on his neck.

She backed away, saliva running down her chin. She wiped it off without thinking

"What was that?" Harry panted.

Did you feel it? Ginny asked him in her subconscious, not aware that she wasn't talking.

Yeah, I- GINNY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? HOLY HELL, I'M NOT TALKING! YOU JUST SUCKED MY NECK! MALFOY IS IN YOUR ATTIC!

"So did you feel it?" she asked again, ignoring him.

"I...yeah! What happened?" he asked her, bewildered beyond his imagination. Ginny laughed, and whatever tension between the two of them that had kept them separate disappeared.

"Come on, I'll tell you downstairs."

* * *

Draco, meanwhile, tried desperately to rid his once-cold mind of the fiery red-head that had penetrated it. He was supposed to be evil and cold-hearted and sarcastic. But, No, she had changed that, dammit. He didn't want her to, but somehow she just... did.

He didn't know it was possible for him to even be capable of love until this summer. But he didn't love her.

Why am I still denying it? He asked himself bitterly. Finally realizing that he was flying off course, Draco flew down into a clearing in the woods below him and propped his broom on a tree stump, sagging to the ground. I need to get it out, somehow.

And with that, he took out a crumpled piece of old school parchment from his robe pocket and scrounged for a pencil stub. When his hands grasped it, he began to write like he had never written before, cursing himself along the way.

* * *

"So apparently, I'm the Regina," Ginny said, gesturing to the book in her hand.

"Is there anything else you found out?" Harry asked, running his fingers through his untidy hair. Neither of them could believe that fifteen minutes ago they weren't speaking, and both were too cowardly to bring it up.

"Nothing much, except something on the purest of the evil bleeding black blood. Light stuff, hu?" Ginny said sarcastically. Harry grinned.

"So you still haven't told me about what happened with the kiss," Harry said.

"Oh, yeah. Well, I can heal and I get premonitions sometimes, and... Draco can control people's minds and the weather, and, I think you can move things with your subconscious and, if I'm right, you can control electricity. And then there's the triggers. Mine is love, Draco's is his inner emotions, and yours are fear and... uh...,"

Harry snorted.

"I get it. I have to be perverted to fight the forces of evil. Sounds like fun!"

Ginny laughed.

And we can communicate like this.

Wow. Now THAT is the meaning of cool.

No kidding. But there's some things you, and I, have to learn. Alright- can you hear what I'm thinking right now?

Yes, you're thinking I've got the cutest cheeks for a hundred thousand miles, Harry joked as a no.

Ha ha, very funny. No, so that mean's I've learned how to control my thoughts. It probably just takes time and your body will do it on its own. And Harry, stop thinking about that.

What Am I thinking about?

You know what. Not now.

Why not here? He asked her, leaning in and stroking her hair she smiled and bit her bottom lip.

Because the bedroom's better.

* * *

Dear Ginny,

God, what can I say that won't make me sound like a complete sap? Because I'm not a complete sap, despite what you may think. Despite what your precious honeybunny Potter may think. I don't know what you are. I'm not sure I even know what I am, anymore. I used to have everything planned out- I would finish school, and settle down in a peaceful life of death and destruction in the Dark Lord's inner circle.

Yeah, you sort of scratched that idea out a bit. So I go to your house, I'm in an awful state- I mean, my hair was a mess!- and you let me in. And you fed me, and helped me. You did everything that no one had ever done for me before. And I hated you for it, because you were so caring it was sick. You cared about me when no one else would. You taught me how to love, and I despised learning every bit of it along the way.

But in the crappy mess that you call a home, in the midst of everything that I was being forced to do, you sort of kept me going when I thought that suicide would be the easiest way out. And I tried to ignore every sign that appeared. I kept on placing every feeling that passed through me in the file cabinet labeled "hatred".

...And then, all at once, I realized how pretty you were when the light hit your hair just right.

And how your smile made your nose crinkle up in the middle. And how your eyes have teeny specks of blue hidden in them. And how I was turning into a drooling little puppy. So, I just sort of hit myself with rocks and things, because there was nothing that I could do. You're like anniefreezey- You know, that muggle stuff for car motors? An irresistible poison or whatever. Sorry- I'm not too good at composing love letters.

Anyway, you're a bit of a habit now. You're not an old one, or anything, but I guess even new habits have to die hard. There's no way I can ever have you, I know- you and Potter seem very happy together. Go off and get a house with a white picket fence and a nice little wizardry family. No, scratch that, you can go off and live a happy life and forget about me...forget about us, what we have, and live the way that you are supposed to. Potter, he can go shit a brick, for all I care.

Draco

A few hours later after his thinking process was over, he shook his head in embarrassment and wadded up the stupid love letter, mounting his broom and riding back to the house, shame riddling his every thought.

Harry had carried Ginny all the way up to his bedroom and flopped her on the bed, kicking the door shut with his leg. She saw beads of sweat pouring over his forehead and he was panting heavily, but that didn't seem to stop him as he stampeded into her and brought her down underneath him.

She took off his glasses, which seemed to leave his face quite often now, and kissed his nose and moved down to his mouth. It still amazed Ginny at how perfect their lips and bodies seemed to be curved just right for the other. They stopped for a moment to admire the eyes, the lips, the souls of the other.

I could never love him like you, she told him contently like a purring kitten. He traced the slender lines in her neck as a response. Never. Not a chance. Do you hear that? she asked. Harry paused a moment.

No. It's nothing.

Exactly. We're alone.

Your brother, Gin.

Oh yeah. Besides him. Harry laughed as she ran her soft hands through his jet black mane, stopping at the back to twist a lock affectionately. Her hair was spread around her like the setting sun, small streaks of gold like morning dew on leaves. He traced the line of her green tank top and it led into another soft kiss.

But Ginny was wrong. She hadn't seen Draco in the doorway of the room, broom in hand, listening to every word they said, in words and in mind, disgusted at himself for even thinking there was the slightest chance of being happy.

* * *

He stared at the two of them for a moment between his squinted, disbelieving eyelids.

Whoo-hoo. Rip out my heart and show it do me, why don't you.

Do you know why I came back? he whispered to Ginny in the back of his mind. The two lovers on the featherbed jumped off each other, staring at him, horrified. Neither could muster up the brains to come up with anything to say.

Well, do you? He waited for a second and turned on the heel of his shoe, racing up the stairs to the attic in fury. Harry and Ginny were still silent in the corner.

And it began.

Harry was the first to hear it before it grew louder.

"What's that?" He finally asked her as something pounded on the side of the house savagely. Ginny crawled over to the window and lifted the blinds. Her heart dropped to the tips of her toes. The sun seemed to have disappeared, and the largest drops of rain she'd ever seen were streaking at the house.

Oh god, Ginny thought to anyone who was listening as the rain turned to hail the size of large golf balls. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. We're all dead.

* * *

A few hours later, Harry was rocking back and fourth with Ginny tightly in his arms in the middle of the bed as a shield. They watched in horror as the hail stones threatened to cave in Mr. Weasley's tool shed out back as the deafening wind hit their faces through the cracks in the walls. A huge, gray blob around a mile away caught his attention, and as it grew closer, he realized that it was an enormous tornado.

"Get downstairs," Harry yelled at her through the howling of the wind.

"Why?" Ginny yelled. And then she saw it. They hurtled out of the bedroom and Harry began to climb down the stairs. And Ginny knew what she had to do. As Harry quickly kept going downward thinking she was behind him, Ginny instead climbed up to the attic and pushed to door open.

Draco was staring almost peacefully at the mess he had created outside, his face blank and un-questioning.

"DRACO!" she screamed, her hair whipping behind her. He didn't budge, so she ran over to him and grabbed his shoulders.

STOP IT!

Do you know why I came back? he asked again, ignoring her pleas.

Why?

I came back because I loved you. There wasn't a reply except for the storm outside and the tornado ripping at the trees on the horizon.

Ginny, attempting to distract him, grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. But soon after she did this, she realized that she wasn't doing it to save herself, Ron, or Harry. She wasn't doing it purely to direct his attention to a different place.

She was doing it because she loved him back.

"Damn you and your silver tongue, Draco Malfoy," she whispered, forcing her voice to work despite the rush of emotions inside her. For a second, Draco wondered how he could hear through the noise outside.

And then she kissed him.

Everything disappeared beyond the window immediately and was replaced by an orangish glow from the reappearing sun as Ginny pressed her lips against his. She knew there was no reason to keep going, but something inside her attracted Draco to her like a magnet.

The two of them were short on breath, but it didn't matter. They couldn't stop if they'd tried.

Ginny realized how different from Harry he was. With Harry, kissing was soft and intoxicating and sweet and so right. It seemed like everything in the world came together. But with Draco, Her heart stopped and she could almost taste the wrongness in it. It felt like a hurricane was punching her in the stomach and tasted like she was licking metal.

And she liked it.

She needed more.

...Now.

Somehow it was like something was being unleashed between them, and she couldn't tell if it was good or bad. But she knew it was powerful. She needed to let it go and set it free. And to do that, she had to kiss Draco. She had to kiss him for the rest of her life.

Finally, their lips parted quite momentarily for each to suck in a breath and then became glued together again. Ginny sat on the dusty bed, Draco on top of her. Her nails dug into his back, and he realized with a jolt that she had been the one to kiss him. She had been the one that had grabbed him.

And she was the one wrapping her legs around his to pull him closer.

She's like Anniefreezey, he thought. By now, both set of lips were going numb, but no one cared.

Something was digging into Ginny's chest. Thinking for some reason she deserved the pain, she grabbed Draco's neck and pounded the thing deeper into her neck. She deserved to be hurt, and she wanted to be hurt. She gave a tiny squeal as it broke through her skin, covering them both with her blood.

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered.

"Don't," Ginny panted. "Keep going." But she realized with horror that the thing on her chest had been the heart-shaped crystal Harry had given her. It was a sign to stop, which somehow made her want to keep going. But Draco was staring at the red blood all over them. Wait...it wasn't red. It was black.

"Oh, nothing much. I've read something about the purest evil bleeding black, but that's it." The black was mixed with red- the red was her own blood, she realized. The necklace had broken Draco's skin as well, and she watched as the inky black substance stained his shirt.

* * *

Oh my god. No. She stared at him with those big, liquid eyes as round as dinner plates. No. Not you. And that was the last thing she thought from her own free will. Her vision went blurry and her mind began to drift. He fell limp into Draco's arms, her breathing shallow.

"Ginny?" he said in an odd voice, shaking her. Her breathing stopped momentarily, and then her eyes jerked open so quickly it looked painful.

"What happened?" he croaked.

"We've been bad, Draco," Ginny said in a voice that caused chills up his spine. "Now we have to pay." With a twist of his stomach, he remembered the book downstairs and picked up Ginny over his shoulder in hopes that it would explain her behavior, walking clumsily down the stairs and headlong into Harry.

"Ginny," he whispered as his spectacled eyes wandered down to his girlfriend's limp figure in his arms, her hair hanging a few inches from the floor, her eyes closed and her mouth partly open. Red and black blood trailed down her green cardigan and over her neck. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"

"I'll explain later, Pothead," Draco mumbled and walked down the rest of the remaining stairs to the dining room, dropping her gently on the couch. "Where's the goddamn book?" Draco hissed. Harry made the book fly into his enemy's hands with his mind.

Might as well have some practice, he shrugged at Malfoy. Draco rolled his eyes and flipped to the last page of snakelike writing. He jabbed his index finger into it.

"Here. It says... Oh crud, it says that she's possessed. And so am I," Draco murmured disbelievingly.

"Well that explains the blood," Harry said, pointing to his drenched shirt coldly.

"Everything's here. It triggered everything," Draco said unevenly.

"What triggered everything?" Harry asked. Draco gulped and put his quick thinking to the test.

"When I started the storm," he lied. Harry looked suspicious.

"Tell me the truth," Harry said. Ginny mumbled incoherently from the couch.

"The kiss," she said quietly in a deep unconsciousness.

"Yeah, I kissed your girlfriend, Potter. She didn't want me to, but I couldn't help myself and I just jumped on her. So what are you going to do?" Harry bounded over to him and punched him in the stomach.

"That." Draco bobbed his head in a motion stating 'eh, so-so.'

"Okay," he said, and punched him in his upper lip, making his teeth puncture the skin, spurting blood all over them.

Come, Draco. Rule with me. Your father says hello, Ginny said inside his mind. Somehow he knew that Harry couldn't hear him.

Ginny, you're possessed. I'm not coming with you.

Pretty please? You love me, Draco. You don't have to resist. We can be together forever. That kiss was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Draco almost fell into her seductive behavior, but shook himself back to sanity.

We can't touch each other again... ever. Or else this will happen. We'll be evil.

By now, Ginny had risen from the sofa and was standing in front of him, looking up into his silvery eyes beguilingly. Everything else had disappeared in an endless gray haze, surrounding them with clouds.

I love you, Draco. Please come with me.

He felt himself go weak as the possession began to take him over, too. Something kept telling him to believe her.

Stop, was all he could manage to say. Stop now, Weasley, or whoever you are.

There is a way to be together for all eternity, Ginny said, her voice growing louder. Bumping her nose with his in a teasing way, she pulled the dagger from his pocket.

She reached back when he didn't protest, thrusting the knife into his chest. There wasn't any pain, he just felt dizzy as he watched his dark blood spatter everywhere. And then she ripped it out of him, smiled, and did the same to herself. She dropped the knife and they watched the blood as black as midnight pour from their wounds.

And then it was all gone.

I'm dead. The thought was drifting away, his brain fogging. So this is what it's like to be dead. Wait a minute... If I'm dead, then how come I can still think? And who's screaming? Draco's eyes or what he thought of as eyes and what allowed him to see, popped open.

He was seemingly swimming in the air, and swimming in mourning, screaming spirits of the dead that surrounded him on all sides. The area had turned from a misty fog to a deadly scarlet, and it seemed as if he were bathing in a pool of blood, though a blood not made of liquid.

And he saw her, fearful and yelling his name a few yard away.

Ginny's soul. He couldn't hear her, but he read her lips. She was screaming Draco. He realized that it was horribly ironic; she'd just stabbed him in the heart, and now she was pleading for him to help her.

She finally saw him and began to wade through the bodies- no, souls- of moaning people bound to stay here forever; just like Ginny and himself. But, just as she began to grab his wrist, Something began to pull him upward, and looking down, he saw the faint, red figure of his mother, a determined look across her face.

Mum...What's going on? he asked, not expecting an answer. But he got one.

You're in the underworld, Narcissa began. A place for forgotten souls. Listen to me, Draco. It was a setup. Your father chased you out of the house and killed me, knowing you would have to go to the Weasley's. He knew that the Prophecy bound you to Ginny, and so sooner or later you'd kiss her. And when you did, you were possessed and turned to his side. But the girl was too strong, and even if she was delusional, she found a way to free you. If her mother had been talking instead of thinking, she would have taken a breath about now.

What do I do now? I'm slightly dead, remember?

You and Ginny must go to the mansion and pretend to be on the Dark side. Once you've gained his trust, kill him with your powers.

But... But Draco had been brought to the surface, and his mother was sinking deeper into the abyss. Her voice was fading as she said, Goodbye, Son. And good luck!