Everybody Loves Ginny Weasley

Chapter Three: True Lies.

You know that feeling you get when you win a verbal fight against Mudblood- Granger? No? All right, I suppose none of you have ever experienced it. I have, however, and I'm telling you this much: it's nothing compared to being the witness of the confession Potter gave me that day.

I mean, any sane boyfriend of a gorgeous girl like Ginny would be outraged and furious. I wasn't, as I was more interested in what Potter was saying. It looked like he was in some kind of coma, and he didn't mind at all when I gave him a glass of water (quite strange coloured, as the truth potion was light pink), and drank it all.

Seriously, I'm the baddest ass of Britain. You just don't drink anything I give away for free.

I happened to know, as the best potion- pupil ever at Hogwarts (at least in my year), that the potion I just gave Potter is supposed to be given in drops, not in entire bottles. There was a chance he might would be poisoned, but what loss would that be, anyway?

"Do you know how it feels like to be rejected by a girl, Malfoy?" No, not really. But sure, yeah, whatever you say, Potty. I nodded, trying not to grin my face off. "I was sure Ginny was still in love with me, you know. Yeah, I looked at her as my sister for a long time, when I was fighting Voldemort and, well..." Fighting Voldemort, my parents, killing them all. Yes, Potter, believe me, you honestly don't need to tell me. I'm not a fucking member of Harry Potter Fan Club, even if I was bloody asked to join once. "I think it was about two years ago, a year after Voldemort was killed, I finally realized my real feelings for her.

"It was like I woke up this morning, and I was obsessed with her. She was currently away on a holiday, and I was almost going out of my mind because I couldn't see her or talk to her when I wanted to. I was, like you said you were, addicted to her. Everybody loves Ginny. You have this deep need of drowning in her eyes, to hear her voice, to feel her touch as she playfully slap your arm or gently removes some of your hair away from your eyes. She was like that, you know. So caring, so beautiful, so unaware of the way she lightened up an entire room when she walked into one.

"I don't think she ever realized that a boy could do anything for her; kill, work twenty- four hours a day, seven days a week, feed her cat or even clean her bathroom. She was so innocent, so sweet and it was when I could open my eyes to reality, when I could see the world as it was, and..." And then he spoke a lot of shit about how wonderful our world is, and every friend he got, how he realized he had been in love with her for ages, and all that sodding stuff. "It turned out, however," Potter said, and suddenly his voice was harsh and dark. "That she had a boyfriend already."

Shite. I glanced at the truth potion. Either it had to be strong, or Potter had no self-control at all. Did he know what he was doing? I mean, confessing to me? I'm not exactly well known for being too trustworthy.

"She was currently dating this bloke from the States, or whatever." Sweden, really, but sure. Sweden - the USA.. What's the difference? Obviously, Potter didn't see the difference, and I had the sense of not pointing it out. "I knew I was a better wizard than him, you know. I killed Voldemort, and that git Lucius Malfoy, for crying out loud!" At this moment, perhaps he should have killed the son while he had the fucking chance too. Self-control, Draco, self-control. Breath. Slowly. Not. Worth. It.

"But she didn't seem to care about that. It only made me want to have her even more. People were talking about an engagement, I couldn't handle that. By this time I had been reaching up quite high within the Ministry. Killing the worst fear of everybody does the trick, I'll tell you." Potter glanced at me for a second, his eyes looked bloody mad, which probably was reflecting his personality. "I knew that this bloke of hers, what was his name again..." Potter was waving his tied up hand impatiently as if the name would fall right into his hand if he did.

"Foo," I replied. "Danny Foo."

"Fucking American," he growled back at me as if I was his companion against the evil Danny Foo. "Strange how one bloke can ruin my view at an entire country." He was bloody Swedish, you idiot. You hate the wrong country. "Nice country for going on a holiday, though. And it is kind of nice that they speak the same language as us, don't you think." Wow, imagine that. "I went there for a few years back, really nice people too." Did that potion make him high or something? He didn't look too well, and was now babbling about his trip to the USA, and that he had been swimming with dolphins in Philadelphia or was it Washington? He didn't know for sure, but he had been driving at the wrong side, oh jolly fun that was indeed.

"Yeah," I said. "But what about Ginny's boyfriend?"

"Oh, him." Potter was back to his moody mood. "I knew I had to get him out of the way somehow. My first thought was to kill him." Of course. "But I knew Ginny would never forgive me if I did." How strange. "So, I used my position in the Ministry to get him away. He was currently working for the Ministry as well, but it was quite easy to make a deal with the Ministry in the South of Africa, and send him there."

"And he accepted that?" I asked, amazed. He had seemed quite clever to me when I met him. Potter was giving me an insane look, and it made me think that maybe I'm not as evil as I think I am.

"He did, eventually," Potter said slowly. "It's amazing how much a small spell could do with a person's mind." Bloody hell. No wonder he managed to fight the Dark Lord. This person who I thought I knew was now turning out to be the most menacing, sly and manipulating piece of shit I've ever met. How the fuck can he just do stuff like that? Oh, that's right. He just told me. He blasted Voldemort to hell, and he can do anything he wants. I wonder if the rest of the Ministry knows they have just created a new Voldie.

"You fucked up his mind," I stated.

"I sure did," Potter replied. "I supposed Ginny was mine, now. But she was still not interested, as she was rather nosy about what actually happened to her dear boy." Of course she was, I told you, she's a clever witch. "She seemed to give up in the end, however, but then she escaped into Muggle London instead." Then, he gazed at me. Oh, right. Fuck.

I had just told him I was currently shagging this girl he wanted so bad. How nice.

"So," I said casually, trying to smooth it over. "In short, you did a Memory Charm at Danny Foo, sent him off to the Southern Africa, and all this because you want Ginny Weasley really bad." His rather insane look was enough answer. "Right," I said, actually feeling worried about my own health for the first time in many years. "I'll be... I'll be off then." I priced the Lord for me having the sense of tying him up before I gave him the potion. The room seemed much smaller now, if I had been tied up and he had been glaring at me with that look, I would have gone hysterical. Of course, the potion did it's job - I knew what kind it was now. Potter had done everything in his power to try to make me as crazy as possible. You don't need potion to make me crazy, I'm already. Potter isn't, of course, not worse than any other person. He was only crazy about Ginny.

Then I walked out of the room, out of the house and out at the street. I put my sunglasses on, as my face still looked like the face of any professional boxer who had just been the victim of a solid KO. The sunshine was dancing across my beaten- up face, and life felt good. Really good.

Carefully I slipped my hand into the pocket of my robes, and felt the burning sensation of joy as my hand closed around the small piece of metal. I glanced around, probably looking very guilty, before I took the little box out of my pocket, and looked at it as if I had never seen it before. I had, of course, as I had put there myself.

Mudblood- Granger once said as I was eavesdropping to a conversation between her and Potty (really, no joke, he is) that Muggle- equipment could never be used at Hogwarts grounds, and I know it can't in the Ministry either. But this was in Muggle- London, in a Muggle house, and my brand- new Sony recorder worked perfectly. The man behind the desk had told me how to control it, and I carefully pressed the one saying 'rew' for a while. Then I pushed 'play' and I almost closed my eyes as if I was afraid it might blow up. Then I heard Potter's voice, nice and clean, and I was pleased. I heard him explain how he used his own power as probably upcoming Minister of Magic to send off any rival he had to the beautiful Ginny Weasley as I walked on with a satisfied grin on my face.

Then I suddenly got this feeling that if I kept this up in the air anymore, I'd end up ruining it, so I quickly pressed 'stop', and put it back in my pocket. I reckoned I shouldn't play around with it, as I had not much of a clue what to do if I ever pressed any of the other buttons. I knew I had to give it to someone that knew what they were doing. Don't give me that look, of course I know some Muggles. Or people who know some, anyway. I'm fucking surrounded by them, you know, 24/7. Not that it was too important, as I started to look around after the Leaky Cauldron, because I had more important things to do when...

"Draco!" Holy shit. There is not many people left at this earth who calls me that. I turned around, knowing whom I'd see.

"Ginny," I said slowly. She was rather gorgeous there she was, walking very fast – her cheeks flushed and her hair flagging behind her. "Hello there. Why, what's the rush?"

"I've been calling your name for ages," she said as she reached me. "You looked all dreamy, I don't think you'd even noticed it if you'd been hit by a car."

"I would," I said quickly, as I saw the twinkle in her eye. "It probably would have hurt a little. Like being hit by a saucepan, you know. Oh, that's right," I said heavily, "you weren't hit by one, I was!" She gave a coy grin. "Why did you do that, anyway?" She only shrugged (shrugged! She hit me so hard I was unconscious for several hours!), and then said:

"Panic. He was never supposed to faint and fall down the stairs, now was he? You could at least have tried to stop him." She gave me a piercing look, and it was my turn to shrug.

"No reason to beat up my beautiful face," I said.

"You're so obsessed with your looks," she said, pulling my hand for some reason I don't know. Not that I minded, it was strange, that's all. And really, after hearing what Potty does with Ginny Weasleys boyfriends, my second thought was to get away from her. My first thought was to stay with her and let her pull my hand till it fell off for all I cared.

"Yeah, but it pays off, doesn't it," I said, grinning broadly. Come on, sure I'm good- looking. Perhaps not right at that moment, but after a visit to a Mediwizard I would be. "Anyway," I said, surprising myself by letting her off so easily. Usually, just pinching my arm is a Crucio or two, so five hits with a saucepan should be what? I'll ask Potter for advice. "This thing," I said and fished up the recorder from my pocket, "is a genius piece of equipment. Really clever, my love, seriously." She reached out her hand and took it away from me as if she was sure I'd break it too.

"Did it work?" she asked eagerly. "Did he, you know, confess?"

"Indeed," I said, almost feeling sorry for her, before she flashed a brilliant smile again. "I had to pull a few lies, but all in all, it's the truth."

"What kind of lies?" she asked as we started to walk.

"Oh, you know," I said, "you helped me from being killed by this Muggle."

"That's not a lie," she said amazed.

"That's a lie," I stated. Hell would freeze the day I confessed that small Ginny Weasley had helped me from a gigantic Muggle. But yes, she did. Is it cold in hell now? I'll ask my Father.

"Not a single lie, then?"

"Not many," I muttered. "I told Potty I met you a year ago, thought. Not two months, as it was in reality. You probably know that, of course." She grinned at me, and I kept on going: "The worst is, he started to talk before I even got to my lies. He didn't even let me tell him about how I seduced you and..."

"Draco, you're dreaming again."

"Can you blame me? I mean, seriously, Gin. I had this magnificent plan about me and you, shagging all night and you screaming my name from the top of your lungs, but no. Potty was so fucking soft he didn't let me speak further than to the part where I met you in Diagon Alley."

"But, Draco," she said, looking at me as if I was four years old. "We did have sex."

"I know," I said with a sly grin. "But you didn't scream my name." She smiled at me, tossed her hair, and waved a little with the recorder in her hand.

"So this will bring him down, then?" Typical Ginny, changing subject just like that. "You'll be Minister of Magic?"

"Oh yes," I said. "In about five- six years."

"But I thought... The election you kept talking about..."

"Potty's election," I said with a grin. "I'm just fucking up his career before I take care of my own. No, I'm just going to be in the background for another few years, making sure every ones minds have been poisoned by my words and belief."

"Cool," Ginny said casually, jawing. "Oh, by the way, did it work? Your Mark, I mean."

"Work?" I asked outraged. "What do you think this is? A toy? Of course it worked, it's not like the battery is low." She grinned, and this time she hit my upper arm. God, what was she - a sadist?

"I was kind of worried," she said.

"About my very Dark Art piece of parchment you were just going to read out loud and then my Mark would glow? Come it off, Ginny, do you think I'm some kind of second- hand wizard?" I gave her a disappointed look.

"No, more about you." Oh. "I know how sick Harry has turned out, and I knew he could be dangerous." Worried? About me? For real? Oh. Okay.

We just walked on without saying anything, and finally we reached the Leaky Cauldron. We both stopped at the same time, and I was glancing around like it was the last time I'd see the place. Of course, as I planned on living for quite some more time, and then become immortal and take over the Universe, I'd probably see the place again. Except then, it would not be Muggle- London as I so childishly call it. No, it would be Draco City, no, Malfoy City, even better. And the Leaky Cauldron would be something like...

"Jesus, Draco, you did look far away now." Oh bloody hell, lost in my thoughts I probably did. "What were you doing, naming cities after yourself again?" I should probably kill Ginny, you know, she knows me too well.

"What do you mean, again," I snapped. She grinned broadly.

"You talk a lot in your sleep, did you know that?" No, but now I do. Must remember to look up a spell to make sure that doesn't happen again. "So... This is it then," she said, talking as if she was going to the moon and knew that she would never return.

"What is," I asked, taking my sunglasses of and studied myself in them. Oh. My. God.

"You know," she said, and she was having difficulties by saying what was on her mind. "We'll crush Harry with his, right?" She waved with the small recorder again.

"Not too likely we'll crush him," I said, putting my sunglasses back on again. "But we'll make it difficult for him, yeah." Makes my day. She nodded slowly. What was she trying to say? Seriously, I'll never fucking understand women. They expect me to, but I'm rather busy with stuff I actually understand. I don't read minds, you know, and not the look Ginny was trying to give me neither. Two dark brown eyes was staring at me, and I wondered either I was going to say 'bye then' or snog her senseless. I wanted to kiss her, but somehow, what ever I wanted always seemed to be wrong when it came to girls anyway. Better not take any chances.

"I mean, that was the deal, right? We've done the plan, it worked out perfectly." Ginny was always obsessed with calling it 'the plan'. I think it was because it would sound so important and - I don't know - secret, probably. As for me, it was just a little action in my sparetime. "We pretended to be a couple -" Hold on just a bloody minute. "- Ron caught you almost in the act, you were left on your own with Harry, got the truth out of him..." She shrugged. Then she fucking reached out her hand and I was supposed to shake it. I was still at 'we pretended to be a couple', and was just staring at her. She hadn't - used - me, had she?

"Pretended?" I finally managed to ask. She looked at me. Don't give me the 'are you four years old'- look again, please don't...

"Well, yeah, I mean, you know.." Oh, got that sorted out. "Kind of, I mean, do you want, like... God." She drew her breath. "So we got a bit carried away."

"That's one way of saying it." Get yourself together, Draco. Just. A. Girl. Need her more than my bloody morning coffee. You don't fucking drink coffee. I sure do. Not in the morning. I am so. You are not. I'm starting tomorrow. Idiot. Sometimes it's a pain in the arse having a split personality.

Ginny was just looking at me, and as she reached up her hand I was sure she was going to punch me in the face. Who knows with this girl. But she took off my sunglasses, and muttered a spell and I felt some of the pain in my face withdraw. Oh, playing with fire, are we? Using magic in Muggle- London, you naughty girl?

"Fine by me," I say, even though she hadn't said anything. "Our deal worked out excellent, great job, Weasley. Well done." Why do I always turn into nasty Draco when fluffy Draco is supposed to appear? Hold on, there is no fluffy Draco. Me; nasty, evil, bad to the bone, she got beautiful eyes. Oh, fuck. She fucking fucks up my fucking life just like fucking that. And people wonders what's the matter with me?!

But she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. Her very small hand was still resting at my jaw, and she was looking a bit like she did when she asked me if I had taken her chocolate and I said I hadn't. I had, of course, and she knew. But if she was still going on with the chocolate, I'd suggest she needed to get some help.

"I must..." Difficult to look hostile, think, speak and being touched by Ginny at the same time. I rolled my eyes, Jesus, I was being pathetic. "I'll be off then," I said for the second time that day. It's my way of getting out of uncomfortable situations. Was I supposed to ask if everything was okay with her brother? Who was I turning into? I needed to get away from her. Next thing up was probably me beginning to cry or something. River, water, yes, I could drown myself here if things got out of hand.

"You're leaving?" she asked. Yes, that is the true meaning of what I said. Is it really possible to get so big eyes as she got? She look like a.. Puppy? I hate puppies. Some of them. Oh God. Please, as I'm turning insane already, please don't make me love puppies as well?!

"Yeah," I said, sounding like I was sailing away at Titanic, knowing it was going to sink and I was not going to be one of the survivors. "I'll be off." Think she got the point now, perhaps? If I got anymore lame now, the river was not too far away. But that still required me getting away from Ginny.

"Oh, all right," she said casually, smiling a little. "But, if you change your mind," she added quietly, "you know where I live."

"Yeah, right across here," I said so lamely I closed my eyes and mouthed 'fuck' and when I opened them again she was grinning her face off. "Wipe that grin off, Gin," I said. "It's not like I'm not thinking suicide already." She tried not to grin, and stood there with a very strange expression at her face; her mouth pursed together as she held back her grin and her eyes were glowing.

"Bye then," she said, and turned away, and walked away. Shit, I forgot to say good- bye again. Not very polite, now was it?

I'd send an owl later. Or drop by.

Five minutes later I was standing outside her door. A week later, Harry Potter was cleared for all charges, and this was, after my opinion, because he conquered the Dark Lord and basically - most of the jury never though he'd actually have problems with getting laid. It did, however, give me a chance to still mess up his mind and career a bit. My dear, dead Propaganda- secretary got herself killed (I didn't have too much to do with it) when she wrote the most shitty slogan ever: "Potter is potty!" Come on, how bloody long has the world known that, anyway? I made that up when I was eleven (but then again, I am extraordinary clever).

And, I got a bloody nice- looking girlfriend that Potter wants more than anything. And it's going to take more than a Memory Charm to make me let her go.

:::

You know, if I hadn't been bad, evil and a sucker for power and all that, I'd think I had a knack for this romance thing. Tell that to anyone, and I'll fucking rip your head off. I mean it, for real. I'm Draco Dangerous Malfoy, you don't bloody shit with me, okay? Oh, Ginny's calling for me. I just have to fold these sheets for her, do the cleaning of the toilet and feed her cat, before I go shopping for food, wash her mirrors and windows, delete some of her e-mails (all though I have no kind of idea what the fuck a so- called e-mail is, but I think it's in the oven) before I can serve her breakfast at the bed. You know, I never did all these sort of things to my previous girlfriends, but Ginny told me we had to act like the Muggles since we lived in their world.

Still got this vague feeling she's pulling my bloody leg.

Fin.