The wind. It's loud; so loud Ginny can barely hear her own thoughts... but not loud enough that she can't hear Tom. He praises her as she rides on Draco Malfoy's stolen broom out of Diagon Alley; flying high enough that Muggles cannot see the. Ginny wishes she couldn't see them, either.

Draco Malfoy's limp body is bound and tied tightly to the broom.

Ginny takes the time to wonder how she got here. This was not originally planned. This was not a foreseeable future; nothing more than a impossiblity. But, try as she might, the wind howls in time with her flying. It's happened-- whether she likes it or not.

It started small, which was a damning start because everyone knows that the following words can only be "and it ended not so much." Ginny is no exception.

Using Tom's magic to slip into the Restricted Section. Cursing Harry to feel nothing (including romantic feelings.) Slipping out after hours to see what the First Task was.

Nothing bad. Nothing Dark.

And then Tom plants that ever so present idea in her head. The death of few who perhaps deserve it; the murder of the Dursley's.

If you really think them enough for him, Tom had said, then prove it.

"But I don't think they're worthy of him--"

But you refuse to kill them off, to open the other door to possibilities? That's awful, Ginny. (He's one to talk.)

"It's not, like," she struggled, "like he wants them dead."

Only because he is too tolerate to do anything else.

"Where were you going with this, anyway?"

Fake a letter. Pretend to be Harry Potter's oh-so loving boyfriend. See how worthy they really are. If they react well, then I'll agree to drop it. If not? Then it'll be proven be deserves better.

Ginny did not give in easily. But she did give in.

And then Petunia did the very thing Tom seemed to have known since the beginning-- she sent a Howler. Clearly, her hate for her nephew was greater than her hate of magic.

Harry wishes her dead.

He said so himself. And so... who is she to fight that?

She is still not a murderer at heart, no matter what her soul is attached to, so she keeps pushing it off. Working herself up. The day of the Tournament comes and Tom tells her (as that True Slytherin's Heir, one who loves to flaunt it) that Harry can talk to dragons.

It's exceptional, a marvelous skill-- not that Ginny expects anything less from Harry, of course. He is nothing less than the type of person you'd expect this from; a gem.

The rest of the day following the Task, Ginny spends alone. Mostly, anyway. She does not wish to party like her peers and, perhaps more so, does not want to wish Malfoy and Harry be the happy fucking couple they are. She's got plans to make, people to murder, and a third dozen books to steal.

She's sitting in the library, flipping idly through a rather large copy of The Trace & How It Works, in hopes to be able to use her own wand while she's away.

That is when Luna Lovegood approaches her.

She noticed Luna before she arrived-- Luna's the type of person you can't help but notice; who's always inexplicably there. She sits in the chair across the from Ginny and says nothing for a long (far, far too long) while. Tom is silent, too; he's just as interested in what the otherworldly like girl has to say.

Today, Luna wears a banana as a headband, small garlic pellets stuffed inside her ears, and a bottle cap necklace. It's fitting; oddly casually... not at all like the oppressive silence she's caused.

"Something's going to happen," she says at last, her voice gentle and barely there-- and Ginny can't even being herself to be grateful if the noise. "Something bad. B-a-d." She clicks her tongue after she pronounces each letter.

Ginny's face is a red as velvet (as blood) and she tries to keep her composure as she answers, though she fumbles through the looming feeling of oh Merlin, she knows. "You-- you don't know--"

"Mhm. No. I think I do." Luna states at her intensely; eyes half lidden. "I can't tell what's exactly happening. But I know it's gotta do with this little thing right here," Luna touches a finger to Ginny's temple, before removing it; giving the lingering touch a ghastly sensation. "And this here," she places a finger in the middle of Ginny's chest; reminiscent of the location of her heart.

Ginny feels Tom's magic swell within her; his voice begging, demanding for her to killher, Ginny, sheknowsandyouknowitKILLHER--

Ginny fights the compulsion-- she is the one in control, not he-- and faces her companion with a blank stare. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Luna shrugs, hands redrawing to their rightful owner to play with the bottle caps resting accross her chest. "Just know," she whispers, "Most people don't like holding hands stained red."

And she's gone-- just like that; a ghostly type vibe to her. Ginny decides then to do two things. One, not take Luna's advice to heart. And two, put her plan in motion.

She decides to make her move the following morning. She'd concluded that the Trace could not be removed-- but that if an adult wizard were to use a wand of a child, the Trace wouldn't work on them. She'd have to get Tom to lend her his magic for most of this, but she's okay with that.

She's also gathering books from the Restricted Section. Ginny has decided to make a complex curse for Petty Grudge Owner 36-- a spell that removed all romantic feelings... but only for Harry. The only thing that'd hurt worse than Draco not loving him would be him loving someone else.

Everything seems to be going smoothly. Until she realized she'd need a broom. The school ones were regulated and her disappearance would be noticed before she could return it if she stole it from a Gryffindor; they were all notoriously pocessive over their brooms. She thinks it's a good idea to steal Malfoy's because one, FUCK MALFOY, and two, she would hardly be suspected; lots of people wanted to fuck with Draco's stuff.

She did not, however, expect to see Draco still in his dorm room. Acting on insinict (both hers and Tom's) she thinks it's too late to back out now, spudify's him, and starts remaking her plan.

She had previously expected to escape to the Muggle world, fly to the Dursley's, do a little murder, and return before anybody even noticed she was gone. Now...

Malfoy's body is a good reminder that now, she's going to be gone a lot longer than expected.

"Next stop," Ginny said, her words lost in the wind, "Number Four Pivet Drive."

a/n
hello my stars
added in some luna bc just love she. we'll see more of Draco next chapter, and Hermione's going to play detective in chapter eleven or twelve!! love that for she
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