Throughout Infinity

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Chapter Four-Doing the Wrong Thing

"Welcome Medusa," said Dumbledore to the strikingly beautiful woman before him. She'll cut to the chase any time now. It isn't like her to be indirect.

"Albus cut with the formalities. He cursed my son. Not magical of course but cursed none the less, I know he did it I feel the curse on Tom," the woman said only her mouth moving as she cradled the baby to her body.

Dumbledore frowned, "Not what I expected from that muggle father of his, I guess somewhere up in the line there was a wizard in his family. None the less, I suppose you would like to me to watch him and ensure that the curse does not hold, that he grows up to be a loving boy, not to hate and kill?"

The woman smiled, "How do you know everything? Honestly Albus," the woman said moving to Dumbledore bedroom, "he's so pretty sound asleep like that... Isn't he?" She waved her wand and a crib a appeared by Albus's bed, "I love him dearly. Do take care of him."

Dumbledore smiled looking down at the pale boy in the crib. "I am over a hundred years old, I'm suppose to know everything. I'll try my best but I still think this curse is too strong to overtake. I'm very sorry." Strong silence. "Well! Away with you now. I know there are many things you must do and you don't want your son in the middle of it all with a curse." The woman nodded and then she was gone.

Dumbledore stood up in his office. "Fawkes. Ginny and Draco will be in very much trouble that they are not ready to face, if, you do not go down there and stop them. Would you do the honors."

The phoenix smiled and spoke to Dumbledore, I was wondering when you'd ask. I'm so glad you broke out of that Dumbledore. I was worried I'd have to cry to get some sense knocked into you.

Dumbledore just laughed and waved the phoenix out.

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"Morning Ron. How'd you sleep?" the girl said. The sound of scrambled eggs filled the air and Ron felt grossly sick.

Bugger, Why does dream linking suddenly hurt? Maybe I had to put effort into it this time, yes that is why it must have hurt. Least I know about this girl now. Ron smiled up at the breakfast serving American. "Eggs, Bacon, Yummy. So where do you work?"

The girl shrugged. "I don't. Never was a problem for me. NO! I'm not spoiled, stop thinking that. It's just my parents are loaded." She paused as if listening for something, "No. Not that rich. I'm not like your friend, uh, acquaintance Malfoy. Come on watch some Saturday morning cartoons with me."

Ron was hauled down to the first floor of her section of the strip mall. The windows were covered in paper, so that the people outside could not see inside to her sparsely made living room. Ron smiled gently recalling the girl's name. "Falsaya Redeems, it makes me think False Redeeming. Are you okay?"

Falsaya was stumbling into furniture. Ron watched in horror as she tumbled forward into a sharp edge of a near by table.

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"She'll be fine. It won't leave to much of a mark I think," the doctor said. Ron just nodded, after the doctor stopped talking, thinking about Rica. Poor thing must be worried about me. I really do miss her, but... I think I don't love her. I mean I was so sure but with everything happening lately, I mean I didn't worry about Rica one bit. I worried for Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Mom and Dad, and yes even a little bit for Malfoy. No one deserves to die by the hand of Voldemort, yes including Malfoy. After all that I can't believe I didn't think of Rica even once! What kind of love this that?

Ron! Dude wake up! Falsaya's voice called to him. Ron looked up and saw no one. Smacking his head he realized she was thinking to him. How to reply he instantly thought. Just think it Ron. I'll listen and talk back.

Ron smiled gently. Okay, I'm thinking. You Americans and your accents, I'm a gentlemen mind you, Not a dude. The doctors said you were asleep... you hit the floor pretty hard. You'd better be happy I finally learned how to use a phone last year.

There was a soft chuckle in reply. Well after reading your mind I'd say you are a lucky one. The way the normal schools are here, I'd say there are plenty of wizards and witches that never go to school here. I bet some even live and die not knowing their special. I'd hate to not know that I was a mind reader. When I was younger I thought I was crazy- HEY! I heard that!

Ron laughed to himself. Geez; You hear every little comment huh? I guess I shouldn't have dream linked with you last night... Oh well. It will wear off soon.

There was silence for a moment. Isn't mixing magic dangerous? I mean in fictions that I have read it produced bad effects. I mean I was reading your mind most of last night. How long did you dream link with me?

Ron's face was frozen with shock. Oh God! This could be very bad. Who knows what kind of effect this could have? My ability was a linking magic and yours was mind magic... I think we may have formed a bridge between our minds. Maybe I can read your mind. This is rather strange. Ron's mind again wondered to Rica unintentionally.

Falsaya's voice came back with jealousy. Who is Rica? Think about her again I didn't get anything... What? Of course it's my business. We're sharing thoughts together, might as well not hide anything.

Ron sighed. What have I gotten myself into now?

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Draco helped Ginny into her sleeping robes, ashamed that he wanted to see more then her backside and red panties at a time like this. She slumped into bed tired from her tearful outburst. She looked up at him with twinkling eyes. "Draco, Why don't you cry?" He looked at her as if she had just said; 'Do boys have breasts?'

Pondering for a short moment Draco replied. "Well, I suppose it's because I don't do it much; it's not a habit. Does that make sense?" Why is this important to her? Does it matter? What is so special about me crying?

Draco forgetting that she was a mind reader winced when she turned away from him. "Draco, you hardly smiled, you smirk. You don't frown you just look. You don't cry you just look. You don't scowl you just look. You're never shocked you just looked. How can I know what you're feeling with facial expressions like that?"

His heart shattered at her sudden withdrawal. She doesn't buy it. Why can't she just except the person I am? Isn't loving her enough. Isn't willing to lay my life down enough for her? She comes before anything else. Why can't she believe that?

Ginny turned back to him with cold brown eyes. "I don't believe because you haven't proved it. What would you do Draco? Would you die for me."

Draco got up off the bed, walking away some, then pulled out his sword. "I'd glad kill my self if you wanted me to." Swinging the sword he brought it to his stomach. "If that's what you want." Ginny suddenly dawned on his actions and darted out of bed for him. A bit too late, the sword pierced his stomach and cut through his spinal code.

Ginny cried as he fell to the floor limp and dead. She covered his sleeping face with her semi-long red hair and let her tears fall over his eyes lids. "I didn't mean it Draco. I didn't mean it. Please don't die on me. PLEASE!" she screamed pushing his limp body over, then began to pound him. Rage filled her as she beat his chest hard. "DAMN YOU DON'T YOU DIE ON ME! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS." She quieted some. "You can't leave me alone. Draco... please I promise I'll forget about us being cousins and we can be lovers, just like in the books! You'll whisk me off to a far off place and we'll be together. I promise!" She then collapsed into a dead faint.

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Narcissa pulled hard on Molly's arm. "Come now sister!" Molly squeaked at the fact that such a tall small woman could pull her. They had apparated to America to wizard a newly opened Wizarding Mall. It was a very draining process and special potions had to be taken in order to reach America safely.

"How can you say that so easily?" Molly grumbled as she was dragged into a witch styling salon. The bright gleaming nails and rainbow colored hair intrigued Molly. Strange, Americans get along so easily with their half-magic and half-human lives. I see that they have incorporated most of the muggle life into their Wizarding World.

"Molly. Honey, I used to live with a Death Eater, and at any moment something could happen. I have to always be ready for anything. I have learned that almost nothing can phase me anymore," Narcissa said pushing Molly into a both and handing the manicurist some wizard money. "Do something nice to go with that red hair please," Narcissa commanded.

Molly looked confused as her eyes shifted from Narcissa and the smiling manicurist. "Yes, Maybe fire? Narcissa." Narcissa mumbled a yes. "How can you best describe Draco. You know so that when he and Percy come back from their Hogwarts visit, I would like to try and bond with him. That is if you don't mind."

Narcissa shrugged pulling a hat off the clothes rack and pushing it on Molly's head. "What do you think," Narcissa peered at the Manicurist's nametag. "Miyako? Too red I think?" The black haired manicurist shrugged look as if to say 'could do better'. Narcissa pulled the hat of redirecting her talk to Molly. "Well, Think of Draco as a handsome porcelain doll.

"Draco has an unbreakable spirit. It can be cracked yes, breakable, never. Over his years his father has tried to destroy him, He never wanted Draco you know." Realizing she was straying from the subject she laughed. "Anyway, Draco has some how managed to survive being forced into the ring of Young Death Eaters. He was often beat; the poor thing couldn't get healed magically. I'm surprised he bears no scars, Never figured out why though.

"My Draco was forced to not express his will. His father made him do plenty of things, but never what he wanted. My poor baby had to kill his pets, animals from around the topiary garden, magical creatures, and even once a house elf that was already dying. Draco somehow survived those things, yet something was lost in being forced to kill something.

"I'm ashamed I could never give my son what ever lacked after those kills. He was torn up about having to kill a young lost siren child. She was quite beautiful. Lucius let her live with us for quite some time before commanding Draco to kill her. Mind you it was an experience for Draco to be more loyal to You-Know-Who, Do you understand? He had to kill his friend, for example, if a friend betrayed You-Know-Who Draco would have to kill him without thought. Anyway, back to the original point, Draco fancied this young siren girl. She looked a lot like your Ginny. She had silver hair though. Draco told her to go but she wouldn't, she told him she loved him.

"Of course, that was indeed sweet. Draco then told her of his father's wishes. The siren being who she was tried to enchant Lucius at which point he beat her, cast a dark spell on her. She, by means of the spell, tried to kill Draco. Draco, protecting himself, killed her and broke his heart in the process. My baby wasn't the same. He never cried again, at least not that I know of.

"Molly, Sister, You must understand Draco doesn't mix well with people who are special. He wanted to be special himself. Until two weeks ago he still had dislike towards the Potter boy. Yes, he was Draco Malfoy, yes, he helped kill You-Know-Who, but he wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived, Hermione-The-Intelligent, or Ron-The-Raw-Magic-Source," Molly gasped, "Yes, Molly I know about that. Draco told me that without Ron's extra ability he himself doesn't know about. Draco told me that he was the only normal wizard.

"Draco doesn't like not being special. He didn't like Potter and his friend in their school years for the same reason. Now that Draco his special... He's a different boy. That friendship he has with your daughter is amazing."

Molly side glanced at Narcissa curiously. She spoke with an unsure voice; "He-he is friends with my daughter?" When did this happen? Why did Ginny, of all people to try and befriend a Malfoy? No, Don't say that. They're family now.

Narcissa laughed. "Don't tell me you didn't see that way he admires her. She is the walking image of his siren love. I suppose that made him take the first step to getting to know your Ginny. Now, I suppose, Ginny has done that rest. She is quite a nice girl. My son should eventually warm up to her. Maybe he might even trust in her. Do you think so?"

Molly looked down at one completely painted nail that had fire dancing around the rim; "I hope so. I know you say he is unbreakable. Then again there is an old saying, Nothing is invincible. Draco can be broken, provided you know how."

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Of all the time for me to be dream. Draco is dead and all I can do is dream. I can't wake up. Ginny thought finding herself in Malfoy Manor. She was absurdly dressed in a short skintight dress with no sleeves. There was a thin pink layer of fabric that over shadowed the red velvet. Her hair was done up nicely and cut shorter then it currently was. Strange, I don't normal dream of The Manor. There was a soft tugging feeling towards the east corridor.

Ginny, quick on her feet, ran down the hallway past the curious pictures and small moving statues. She came across a door made of ebony wood. She shuttered at the heartless picture of a clear path in dark woods. Perhaps it is just dark on the wood but a beautiful scene. Where the road twisted into the sky and beyond the door, a split occurred. One path was old and worn while the other was covered with weeds and barely had a spot to walk.

Ginny touched the door and spoke, "The Road Less Take, what you learn in muggle studies." She pushed the door open. She gasped in awe at the amazing gold furnished room. Everything like in her red room was gold or in a tint of gold. Painting of the sun and angels hung everywhere.

Ginny noticed the room was hardly used and knew that all of the Malfoy family under Lucius's demands was to have a dark personality and gold was only meant for the guest to indulge in, all that was left was black. Well, I guess he didn't even want the guest to use this room and fooled them with the black door. It's more like the room less used. "Poor Draco," she said feeling the tug again.

She turned to a yellow door with a giant sun imprinted on it. She twisted the knob and again was sent into a state of awe. She looked at the yellow tinted glass mirror. The silver lined gold clothes and the gold sink. They really love gold. Of course, Lucius was a rich man. Why wouldn't the color of money make him happy?

She walked into the bathroom realizing it was much bigger then previously thought. She walked for several feet before reaching the steps to the elevated tub. The curtains were pulled shut and she couldn't figure out why. Do they have unsightly bath rings? She inwardly laughed.

Pulling back the curtains quickly, she screamed tumbling back dangerously to the floor, Oh God I'm going to die! she thought.

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"Oh Ron I look terrible now! Look at this I have a great big fucking scar on my face!" Falsaya grumbled. Ron just rolled his eyes as they pushed through the glass door. She pushed him in rudely. "It's your not going say a darn thing just hush up and cook lunch."

Ron laughed. "You could use a house elf." He looked at the baffled look on her face. She frowned at the fact Ron was now staring at her face. She covered her newly made scar; "No I wasn't staring at that," Ron said, "besides what happened? Why did you fall?"

She sighed falling to the carpeted blue floor. "Ron, I was softly reading your mind earlier right." He nodded. "Out of nowhere this bomb of thoughts got me. I mean, I learned how to listen in on one person at a time a long time ago, but something just shot my reader energy up, I heard everyone for a good few blocks I'm sure!"

Ron thought for a moment. The same thing happened during the war. All the witches and wizards that fought beside me got bursts of power from an unknown source, they couldn't explain it. It just happened, because of that just happened we won the war. "I can't help you there."

Falsaya was thinking and quickly spoke. "I think it's you. I mean that memory, the sudden happening." Ron shook his head projecting a thought, "don't give me that not special crap! You are a dream linker. Imagine how much power the dreams people have give you! Maybe it's not another ability. Maybe it's just linked to your first one. I mean you dreamt all night didn't you? Right, you did and when you got close enough to me you probably tried to release some of the energy, granted that much could kill a person if you use it the right way. Geez, you England people come a dime a dozen don't you?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, stop pitying yourself. I feel all of it. Americans, they make good friends but you just can't live with them." She smiled at him beaming forgetting her horrible scar. Ron suddenly cam up with an idea. "Well, Why don't you hop into some dainty dress and I'll work something up and I can take some pictures of you."

Falsaya looked at him with baffled eyes, she was suddenly over come with Ron's reassurance and disappeared to the upper floor.

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Ginny collapsed to her knee as a strong force held her in spot. She shook her wrist feeling a soft pressure around it. "Ginny chill," someone said. She looked up at a worried Draco. She was completely confused looking up at him. He shouldn't be here, She didn't want to see him and he was dead, he couldn't dream link.

"You shouldn't be here," Ginny finally said. Draco smiled at her as he pulled her up and disrobed her. Her mind was numb going between the thought of the dead Draco and the beautiful wet slick Draco before her. He gently guided her into the rather large tub.

"You know this room. It's my favorite. Dad would never let me stay in it so I often had to sneak in here. I never slept in it till last year. Mother let me sleep here the night of the eighteenth birthday. All of us had killed You-Know-Who just two months before. This bath, well it was heaven. I couldn't get enough, I would come here everyday just to take a bath here. The water is better then the Prefect's bathroom.

"Ginny, I'm here. I really am. I'm not dead. Look at me love," Draco said pulling her arms around his shoulders. She was still numb and had a hard time grasping the fact that Draco wasn't dead. Draco's gray eyes gleamed at her, he was crying, yet not. "Ginny, darling, please say something."

Ginny looked at the two forms of Draco in front of her finally saying something; "You can't hide from me here. You can't hide your emotions. Draco stop feeling sorry for yourself." She pulled his water covered body against her own naked skin. "No one can find us here. Love me Draco; love me like you want to in real life. Love me like we're not cousins..."

Draco, indeed stopped crying, then drowned her with kisses and whispers of love. Ginny inwardly thought, In the dream plan Draco is a cuddly teddy bear willing to expose everything to me. In the real world he is just a wall with faint writing of what might be answers to everything or nothing on his brick exposure. I am perhaps the only person who knows Draco like this. Who knows what he is really like? This is Draco, as all should see him. All should love him like I do, but no one can for he is the lost dragon whose treasure shall never be revealed by human eyes.

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Draco stood with Ginny on a balcony in the dream plan. "Ginny, I love you," Draco said not looking at her. She smiled loving the freedom of emotion the dream plan gave Draco. She could see his hidden feeling. He was blushing terribly as Ginny hugged him tighter. "Don't worry, you can tell me anything, I promise I won't tell even a soul."

Draco nodded draping an arm over Ginny's shoulder, "I know," he breathed in deeply closing his eyes and throwing back his head, "but I'm afraid someone will try to hurt you if you get any closer to me."

Ginny buried her face into Draco's firm chest. "Draco, you shouldn't worry about me getting hurt, he wants to kill you." She felt him withdraw mentally from her side.

Draco's voice seemed distant now as he physical pulled away; "I know what you did with Tom. Dream linking with you gives me nightmares of images that fall into my mind when we link. I remember when you were in your first year with that damned diary. I had a nightmare of you and him... you and him in his diary world.

"I hated you for the shortest time. I got over the fact that you lusted for Harry in that year, Tom looked much like him, you couldn't hold back. You had no restraint then.

"I also have memories of you when they put you under a sleep spell. How Tom told you he wanted Harry dead for kissing you. How he wanted Harry hurt in the beginning because you had a crush on him. How he wanted me mortally wounded when you showed the first signs of loving me."

Draco paused as he sat down on the rim of the balcony, he was smirking. "I have memories of your fantasies. Your fantasies used to have a lot to do with Harry. Most where rather clean, thank God. I have memories of when you though I was inhumanly cute, nice I might add, you often bumped into me."

Ginny could hear the change in his voice, he was moving away from her both physically and mentally. "I now have memories of you loving me. Like when I loved you in the bath back there. Though a person's looks are often magnified here in the dream plan I have no doubt your body is really that smooth." He leaned in close to whisper into her ears, "and I hope to someday find out."

Ginny watched him draw back and lean against nothing. He slid off the balcony and plummeted to the floor. She ran to the edge and screamed out to him, "DRACO!" She gasped at the sight of his body gone now replaced by a giant smirking dragon that was lying sexily in the topiary garden. She looked down at the dragon in confusion. "Draco?" The dragon nodded getting up inclining his head gently on the balcony as Ginny backed away. She suddenly laughed. "You can't be an Animagus!" Draco looked at her with gleaming red eyes, complete and utterly serious.

She stopped laughing and began to caress his dark gold scales; "You are a handsome dragon. Let me ride you." Draco nodded turning away to reveal his long gold back. In moments Ginny was close on him, they disappeared into the night sky. She was so happy lost in the clouds on Draco's back. She tried to talk to him and found that not even Stallion knew dragon well enough to make and engaging conversation. Apparently human just couldn't imitate dragon's talk. She grumbled hitting Draco's back that didn't even make him think about it. "Should I just change into a dragon?" He heard her and nodded.

The gleaming red dragon began to dance beautiful with the shinning gold dragon in the night sky. They both talked about love and life and the fact that they had control of neither. Finally the seconds of their seclusion wore away and they were forced to wake.

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Draco opened his eyes and saw Ginny waking in front of him. They were in her room back at Hogwarts. How long had that dream lasted? He wondered numbly as he sat up. The sword was still in his stomach trailing blood to the floor. There was barely any blood on the floor since the wound healed around the sword and would continue to heal when the sword was removed.

Ginny sat up with tired still tearstained eyes. She suddenly rushed at Draco and hugged him. He gave a wild howl as the sword cut him open again. She pushed away gasping. "Get that thing out now!"

Draco nodded. "You're telling me." She wrapped her fingers around the handle and gave a gentle tug. Draco shuttered with pain. Ginny frowned as she eyed the door. She quickly planted a hard kiss on Draco. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and lean into the kiss careful of his stomach. Parting his lips she pushed her tongue on. Draco gave a low moan, which gave Ginny the cue to pull the sword out.

Draco shot up and tumbled back against the dresser holding his quickly healing stomach. Draco quickly threw off his cloak and unbuttoned his shirt. Ginny looked upon his bare chest. He had definitely worked up his muscles and had a nice, strong, firm chest. She cringed at the gash in his stomach. She looked at his blood-covered hand and shuttered. "Doesn't that hurt?"

Draco stuck a finger in the fast healing wound and gave a low groan; "It feels quite good, when I do that at least." Ginny couldn't believe Draco was getting pleasure from pain. He smiled at her; "I am one of a kind you know. You still care don't you?" Ginny just nodded as the cut finally disappeared leaving no scar or hint of him ever being cut, save the spot of drying blood.

"GINNY!" someone gasped. Ginny turned to look at the astonished eyes of Percy. Oh no, this looks very bad. She thought looking from the bloody sword in her hand to the bloody half-dressed Draco. "Percy it's not what you think," Ginny said, but his white face told her he still didn't believe her. Oh God, Please let everything be okay. Ginny thought dropping the sword. It reached the floor with a thud. She could barely hear it as Percy charged for Draco and began to beat him.

Why is this happening, Ginny thought as she fell back to the floor wanting to help Draco but couldn't.