The Malfoy kicks in

"I don't understand," Ron said, "or I do, but why in Merlin's name were you away for 12 years?"

Arthur, who had been sitting down in silence for a long while now, looked up at Ginny with a hurt expression. "The worst day in my life, it was the day when the men from the ministry came. They had news about our daughter they said..."

"Have you found her?" Molly exclaimed hopefully, not noticing how inconvenient the two men seemed. "Where is she? Is she alright, I have to see her now take me to her!"

The taller of the two cleared his throat to gain some time. "Mrs. Weasley, I think its best if you sit down."

"What's the problem?" Arthur asked, feeling strange.

"We think we've found some of your daughters belongings," the other man said plainly.

"And Ginny? She would never leave any of those things behind her voluntarily," Molly said, determined. "So you must've found her too, right?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, three days ago a muggle tavern in east Scotland caught on fire. The fire spread fast, and soon it reached the cellar, where the owner kept three containers of a very explosive gas. The whole tavern exploded into pieces."

The first man lapsed into silence, and the other one drew a deep breath of air. It was as if they ran a relay race. "This is where we found your daughters belongings, together with the ones of Draco Malfoy."

"You say, Ginny's dead?" Arthur asked, confused. "But there's no proof! They could've apparated themselves out of there! We don't even know if Ginny ever really was there."

"The owner of the tavern survived the accident," the first man explained. "I, myself, interrogated this man, and he gave a detailed description of a young red haired woman who with a young blonde man in her age clad in a black cloak. They signed up for a room for two weeks, five days before the explosions. He remembered them well, because most of the guests at the tavern were elderly fishermen or hunters."

"The fire started at approximately ten in the morning, when the owner had left for some errands. 10 minutes earlier there still hadn't been a sign of the two; they were probably still sleeping. There's no sign of use of magic in the area, and more important: they couldn2t have used magic, because both of their wands were found there."

"It didn't even leave a body, but they told us the explosions had been so forceful that it would've been a miracle if it would have."

"Dad I..." Ginny began but trailed off as she met the eyes of the ones she'd left behind. Harry stared down on the floor avoiding her eyes, Hermione stared at her upset, and Ron was clearly seconds away from an explosion.

"I had made sure I would receive the Daily Prophet every day," Draco suddenly said, making everyone turn their heads in his direction. He took a drink of his butterbeer before he shot Ron a smirk. "We'd been in Scotland for three days, not sure about what to do next, when..."

"What the hell is this Weasley?" Draco exclaimed as he stormed into the room they'd rented. Ginny, who'd been sitting on the bed painting her toenails, looked up surprised as he waved with the paper over his head.

"Calm down Malfoy," she said in a peaceful voice and returned to finish what she2d been up to. "We don't want to scare the neighbours, do we?" She lifted a foot up in the air and wiggled her toes. "You like it? Pink isn't really my colour, but it was this, that's almost see-through, or one that reminded me of Ron's dress for the Yule ball. Easy choice, don't you think?"

Draco gritted his teeth. He'd actually preferred her when she yelled at him and threw him insults. He grabbed her foot and showed it downwards at the same time as he leaned down and threw the paper into the girls lap. "I want a answer to this and now!"

10 minutes later:

"I promise, I had no idea that would happen!" Ginny exclaimed from the bed as Draco paced back and forth in front of her. "But, hey! It wouldn't show you if you didn't make me go with you! Why are you blaming this on me?"

Draco stopped fiercely and shot her a brow. "You obviously don't realize what this means."

"Inform me then."

"We won't be able to go separate ways in a couple of months as I first thought. I'll maybe be stuck with you forever."

Ginny's eyes grew wide. "You're joking, right?"

"This is serious. We can't go on like this... Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy, they have to... We got to get rid of them."

"New names?"

"New names, new appearances, new everything! We, who we are now, have to

die."

"What?"

The Next Day:

Ginny slammed the door shut without caring for Draco's reaction. She glared at him as she threw a bag on the bed. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this," she muttered as she took off her coat.

"You got everything we need?" Draco asked without letting his eyes go off his papers.

"Uh-huh."

"And?"

She sighed and pulled a box out of the bag. After scrutinizing the label for a while, she looked up and threw it towards Draco. It landed on the desk right next to his left hand. He glanced at it. "Light brown. What about you?"

She brought up a similar box and stared at it. "Chestnut."

"I'm finished Weasley. We'll go about it tomorrow morning."

"I can't believe we're doing this, I can't believe we're going to put each others lives in danger just because of your bloody egoism!"

"To be honest Weasley," Draco hissed, turning around, "you're right. And I don't bloody care what you think about it!"

One day later, 09.50:

"Would you be so kind, Malfoy, and tell me how we're going to get out of here when the whole places on fire?"

"I'll apparate us."

"Are you stupid? You want them to think were dead? I don't know about those deatheaters, but the ministry will be able to read any signs of magic, and tell whether a magical transport of that kind has been made."

"And what else do you suggest?"

Ginny smirked as she brought her hand up to her neck and undid the lock to her necklace. She let the charm slide down into her hand and then she reached it out towards Draco. "It's a portkey. I stole it from one of my brothers before I left. No one will be able to notice that we've used it. It'll take us to Romania."

Draco looked at her, quite impressed. "If you have that, we might as well leave our wands behind."

Ginny sighed and turned around. "I'm telling you, I'm not leaving my things!"

"Weasley," Draco sighed and massaged his temples, she was even more obnoxious than he'd believed, "it has to look like we actually were here, and that we died! Our belongings will stay here."

"It won't matter if we leave them or not!" Ginny exclaimed infuriated. "They'll blow into pieces, just like our bodies would, then why can't I take them with me?"

"We'll put them in the safety deposit!"

"I can't see why you would put some of my stuff in there."

Draco had had enough. He grabbed Ginny by the shoulders and brought his stormy grey eyes close to her face. "You got us into this, and now you'll have to pay Weasley. There's no getting out of this."

Next chapter will be up very soon! I promise!

Honey