The Gifted Amissio

Chapter 7

Super Powers on a Friday Afternoon

He had been there for two days without any incident, although that could be due to the fact that neither Ron nor Harry had bothered talking to him. He had taken to hanging around Blaise and Virginia, who he found had outgrown her weird stalker phase and become an outgoing, fun girl.

Plus, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

It was Friday afternoon, and the three of them sat out back under the shade of a tree. Blaise had her hand rested on Draco's shoulder, and Ginny was lying in front of them, staring up at the sky.

Blaise was about to say something when the back door of the Burrow burst open. Harry and Ron came out, talking secretively and looking around them suspiciously. Then they spotted Draco, turned around, and went back inside.

"What was that about?" Draco pondered out loud.

It was Ginny who answered, sitting back up and dusting herself off.

"Don't worry about it. They're probably just making more plans to save the world from certain death and peril."

"Aah. Another ordinary Friday afternoon, then?"

Ginny nodded.

Mrs. Weasley called from somewhere in the house.

"Virginia! Come and tidy your room, it's an absolute mess!"

"Oh, crap."

"We can help, if you'd like," offered Blaise, getting up off the ground like she had already made the decision that she would be helping.

"Um...sure, that'd be great. Thanks," Ginny replied. Both girls turned their attention to Draco, who was still sitting on the ground, admiring his ring. He looked up.

"What? Oh, yeah. Sounds fantabulous." He said, clearly oblivious to what he was agreeing to. Knowing Draco, he was probably most hoping that he was agreeing to a wild crazy orgy.

Twenty minutes later, Draco picked up the seventh pair of underwear he had found so far.

"Why do you need so many dirty undergarments?" he queried innocently, holding up a black and red thong.

Ginny paused, racking her brain for a reason.

"I uh...erm...ugh. Fuck you, Malfoy."

Draco grinned. Blaise spoke up from the other side of the room.

"Hey, Gin? What's this?" she said, holding up a leathery piece of cloth that had something that looked like a tiny spring of rue fashioned to the end of it.

"Oh, said Ginny, striding over to where Blaise was standing, "it's a Cimaruta."

Draco peered closer and saw that it was a necklace. The spring of rue seemed to have been carved out of wood, and there were tiny objects also carved into the branches; a moon, a key, a hand, a flower, an eagle, an orb and a serpent.

"What the fuck is that?" asked Blaise.

Ginny laughed. "It's a charm. It refers to the goddess Diana, who was called "the queen of Italian witches"; it's supposed to be a good luck charm. Wards off evil stuff."

Blaise made a "hmm" sound of interest, and put it back down. Draco, meanwhile, had resumed picking up laundry, and stopped when he held up a pair of black lace panties.

"Hey," he said, "I remember these."

* * *

"What. The hell."

"..yeah."

"So you can change the sky now?"

"Uh huh."

Ron and Harry were headed towards the yard, going to prove Harry's new ability.

"Well, you've got to register, then, or at least tell Dumbledore you're a Skillet."

"Skeltic."

"Right."

They paused. Malfoy, Blaise and Ginny were sitting outside. Damn.

"Well, I'll show you tomorrow."

They turned and headed back in, Harry stealing a second glance at the raven haired girl on Malfoy's shoulder.

* * *

It was late.

Draco stood in his room topless, staring blankly into the mirror that reflected the jagged welts across his chest.

His door opened.

Oh crap...

"Draco? I heard -"

Ginny paused and looked at him.

"Oh, Draco..." she said, striding over to where he stood.

"Don't. It's not important. Just...don't tell anyone."

Ginny looked up at him. She never noticed how tall he was; she had to tilt her head up quite a bit.

Draco looked into her eyes. In the darkness, they were just giant, bright orbs reflecting the moonlight from outside; there was an eerie innocence about them.

"Draco," she said, guiding him over to his bed. She sat down and looked up at where he stood, her fingers now entwined with his. "Was it your father?"

Draco clenched his jaw and looked down at his feet. He hated it when people pitied him. But maybe it was time to talk about it.

"Yes." He answered shortly.

He looked up to see Ginny kneeling on the bed, her head now level with the middle of his chest. She released her fingers from his grasp, and placed them on the scars; she pressed her face up against him, looking like she was concentrating very, very hard.

He wondered what she was doing, and was about to ask her when he felt something. Like a tugging at his chest. He looked down and saw that the area of his skin that was closest to her fingertips was smooth. The scars were disappearing.

"Virginia, what -" he stopped himself when he felt a sharpness in his chest. Not of pain, but of pleasure - it felt unbelievable. It felt like the exact opposite of how it felt to receive these wounds.

He placed one arm around Virginia's back, holding her against him. With the other, he placed it on the wall in front of him behind the bed to steady himself.

"Virginia..." he whispered, trying to find a way to thank her for this gift. And then, just as he was beginning to get dizzy, it stopped.

The scars were gone. He could feel it. He lessened his pressure on Ginny's back and held her so that he could look down at her face.

"Gin?" he asked.

She looked like she had fainted; there were blue bags below her eyes and a cut on her left cheek.

"Gin!" he shook her.

She replied, without opening her eyes, "I'm fine. Just let me sleep."

Draco nodded, still utterly bewildered, and held her up against him again.