A-N: wow I just read the last chapter over and did I make a lot of mistakes! Crazy. Ill try to do my best for this one, whoever wants to be a beat email me at .ca
Thnx.
Its 1 am again. Sorry I had a little odd writers block but working in a book store part-time seems to make my imagination flow pretty well. Warning BIG TIME CLIFF HANGER! Sorry but its getting later I wanna read through this before I post it cause I saw how bad the spelling was last time. So I will go through it like 3 times to make sure im not messing anything up.
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To the seventh child of the Moon,
Your world is beginning to change, I the fifth child of the Moon, have been passed down with information of the future that beholds you and the Wizarding world. You as the seventh child have been chosen with the ultimate gift. Life shall not be easy for you, but it will be very rewarding.
As I am hoping that you have already noticed the Malfoy male, whomever he may be, is your own worst enemy, or so you will be lead to believe. Things are starting to change between the two of you. I cannot tell you if there will be a friendship or pure desire between the two of you, but there is one thing you must know.
Whomever this Malfoy male may be, no matter how much you loathe him at times, he will be a big part of your life, it is better if you learn to cope with him
The Malfoy's and Weasley's have always intertwined in our History, had it been lost lovers or lost friends. It has been predicted by the second child of the Moon, that the seventh child of the moon will in the end have a happy life, then all the previews ones that have suffered gravely.
This Malfoy will be the most powerful of all, he will need your guidance to do great things, without you things will be brown, all over the world, depression will seep over the world, with no turning back.
Ginny sighed, and began to flip through the book hoping to find something about her recent tattoo.
And there it was closer to the middle of the book, a drawing identical to her half shaped moon.
The half-shaped Moon comes from the Moon God, once you have had the right contact with a Malfoy it appears on your skin. Depending on what your cause is, is where you will find your moon.
The first child of the Moon had hers on her ankle, and it was for her strength, she was the first female Weasley and her strength helped her with what she had to deal with.
The second child of the Moon had hers on her collarbone, for the future, she is the one that passed the information down to me, she knew I would be born, and specifically left information for me, to help you.
The third child of the Moon had hers on her wrist for forgiveness, she had the power to see the very truth from the very wrong, a little like you, but she didn't have the other wisdom you have.
The fourth child of the Moon had hers on her back, for the power of knowing the past, knowing the past of every person you meet can be difficult, knowing what they could have been and what they are now was even more difficult, my poor cousin, she has suffered the most. Watch your every step, every action, word or look mean a thousand words.
The Fifth child of the Moon had hers right temple, for wisdom, I have wisdom that the smartest child you know would be envious of. I have the power of knowing everything there needs to be known. My memory is sharp as a razor.
The sixth child of the Moon hers on her hip, for seduction, she is what the Muggles believe to be a succubus, she never felt love, she was driven by her lust.
The Seventh child of the Moon was to always receive it under her breast close to her heart, for her heart is her power. The moon is missing it's other half. You have to find your other half to keep living; you have to make sure it is yours.
Ginny swallowed hard, and shrunk the book down to its tiny size, afraid of reading more.
How was she suppose to be nice to that irritating male, it was going to be impossible. How was she going to get him to back off of her, and be able to actually talk to him or get to know him?
The only person with that answer would be his best friend, Blaise Zabini. If she could find Luna she could find Zabini. She got up off her bed and headed to the common room, but once she reached it she sighed as she saw Ron stalking towards her.
"Where have you been lately!" he demanded.
"Around" she said as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Yeah around, that's what I'm hearing." Ron said as his pale freckled face turned red. "People have seen you in strange positions with Malfoy, is that true!" he demanded of her.
Ginny just laughed at him and began walking past him, but Ron wasn't finished with her yet. "Answer me," he said as he stepped in front of her blocking her way.
"It's funny how you only care if you think I'm being shagged by some male." Ginny answered him.
"That is not some male!" Ron's voice began to rise, "That is the worst thing in the world!"
Ginny rolled her eyes at him, and walked around him trying very hard to get to the portrait door before he could interject once more.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley!" Ron yelled after her.
"You know Ron, I really did like how he felt all pressed up against me, I think I am going to go look for him right now!" and with that she pushed the door open and walked out. She hurried her pace knowing Ron was going to follow behind her.
"Ginny!" she could hear Ron yelling for her as she reached the Great hall. She rolled her eyes at him, and continued towards where she hoped Malfoy would be. She wanted to show Ron that he couldn't keep harassing her like that, and the only way you can show a brother that is to break all his rules.
"Malfoy where are you," she whispered to herself as she rounded a corner and continued down the hall, in hopes of finding him.
"Ginny come back now!" she could tell by the loudness of Ron's footsteps that he was closer to her now.
And as she rounded another corner, she saw who she was looking for. She noticed how tall he was, he seemed to tower over everything, his hair was the pale blonde it always had been, but he kept it shorter then his father.
He was faster then she was, after all he had longer legs and she herself did. He rounded the corner and was out of her eye sight, she bit her lip hoping that he wouldn't disappeared and speed up, as Ron advanced on her.
Ron had just rounded the corner and spotted her as she rounded the corner and bumped into Draco himself. He had been waiting for her; he was leaned up against the wall smirking at her as she looked up at him.
"hi," she said with a small smile.
She flicked her eyes for a split second and saw White, the colour of realization radiate off of him.
He smirked at her, and took a hold of her wrist, and began walking swiftly down the hall. "Draco," his name rolled off her tongue with ease, "I don't have long legs like you, you can't walk that fast." She said loud enough for Ron to hear.
"Ginny!" Ron yelled after her, and she could hear him running now.
Draco stopped and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and began walking. "Oh thanks now I am a rag doll." She said as she hung there on his shoulder.
"I just can't wait to have my way with you," he said loudly.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, get back here RIGHT NOW!" Ron yelled at her as he saw them disappear into a room, the door hidden by a portrait of a man in Slytherin Green, who only smirked at Ron as he stood in front of him.
Draco walked to his bedroom with Ginny still on his shoulder, she had become acutely aware of what she had just done and what situation she was in. He dropped her on his bed, and looked at her for a second, then walked out of the room.
Ginny lay there on his bed for a moment dumbfound. She could feel her silk sheets behind her, and as she shifted herself on the bed she could smell him.
She lay there in silence for a while, and then summoned her courage and walked out into his living room.
"You can sleep in the bed, I'll stay out here." He said without looking up from the book he was reading.
"Well…uhm…I'm not tried yet." She said as she sat down at the other end of the couch.
Draco reached over next to him and picked up a book and dropped it between them.
Ginny sighed having hoped that she would get the chance to talk to him, but decided to at least look at the book.
"A Muggle book!" she exclaimed in surprise.
Draco finally looked up from his book at her. "Yes, is that a problem?" he questioned her with a raised eyebrow.
"Nope…no problem at all…I'm just surprised." She stated.
"What you thought I was a replica of my father, hating everything Muggle?" he questioned her.
"Nope, I know you're not like your father." She said as she flipped the book open.
"Hmmm" he hummed and turned back to his book.
"What you're not going to ask me how I know?" she questioned him, getting distracted from the book; she closed it and put it on the black table.
"No" was his simple answer.
"Why?" she questioned a little more shocked.
"I don't feel it's something I need to know." He answered her.
"But it's about you," she said as she crossed her legs on the couch and faced him. His eyes wondered over to where her feet where on the couch. He didn't like anyone putting their feet on his couch, but for her he ignored it, and his eyes traveled up to her face.
"We can't know everything" he answered her and turned back to his book.
"You might as well put your book down, I plan on talking to you." She told him and waited for him to put his book aside. When he didn't she reached over and took it from him.
"You are a bad host." She scolded him.
Had it been anyone else, but her, their ass would have been thrown out of his room, leaving him to his peace and quiet.
"I never invited anyone," he said trying to reach for his book again which was still in Ginny's hands. She quickly moved her hand away holding the book away, when he tried again to reach for it she stuck it down her shirt. The book lucky was thin and smaller in size, fitting perfectly in the top of her shirt.
"You can get it back later." She said with a satisfied smirk.
"What makes you think I wont get it myself." He questioned her as he began to lean closer into her.
"What makes you think I care?" she questioned him as she fell of the couch from leaning away from him.
"The fact that you just feel off the couch." He pointed out to her with a smirk.
"Oh yeah…well I just don't want you to get the book back." She answered as she stood up and brushed herself off, and before she knew it he was advancing on her once again. She walked backwards blindly towards his bedroom as he smirked at her.
"You are going into dangerous waters Red." He said as she felt his bed at the back of her thighs.
"I think I'll be just fine," she answered back, and before she knew it she was on her back. She was back in the lovely bed of his, with him on top of her between her legs.
"Don't play with me Red" he hissed at her, as he pushed her up the bed further so that she was completely on the bed now.
Ginny swallowed hard, and looked up at him. He began to dip his head down lower and lower, watching her eyes flash from his eyes back to his lip as if she were looking for the snitch, and just before he could close his lips down onto hers he reached between them and stole his book back.
"That was really not nice at all!" he said as he prompted himself up still comfortably on top of her. As he looked down at her he saw the lust she was feeling towards him, and he felt a fire in him ignite.
He tossed his book behind his shoulder, and seconds later he could hear it landing somewhere off in the distance and dipped his head down and kissed her. She reacted to him right away, moaning back into his mouth, which only made him more forceful, as he grinded his hips against hers.
It felt like he had electrocuted her, the sparks ran from her groin to spread all over her body, and as he did it once more and bit down on her lip her hands grabbed onto the back of his shirt, her nails digging into the fabric and his flesh.
He moved his lips from hers and ran kissed down her cheek and to her neck where he bit her very lightly, he lifted his head up quickly and looked down at her flushed face. The look in her eyes made him growl deep in his throat, and for Ginny it was a first to hear him growl instead of the usually Slytherin like hissing. Without thinking Ginny grabbed a hold of his collar and pulled him back down towards herself as she pressed herself on to him, moaning into his mouth again as the flow of electricity she felt kept building up inside of her.