Things I'll Never Say

By Duck Goddess

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned here except Leah.

basketball15 – Thanks! This is the last chapter, I'm afraid. Good on you for eating too much chocolate.

blackdragonhk – LOL.. Thanks! I prefer Draco's angel…

Starriecat – Thanks! I thought that Draco was a bit OOC in my story…I hate H/Hr…I'll only be okay with the story if the D/G is REALLY well written…Yeah, it wasn't the longest chapter ever but the sequel's chapters are long!

NikkiEvans – Dammit, I thought I was being all subtle and smart. Well, I guess I'm as transparent as a 5-year-old's ABC book. Yeah, I hate fics where Draco becomes a Death Eater. –shudders-

Chapter Nine

It was Potions. Unfortunately, Snape was back to normal and glaring at all the students sweating under his gaze. He was also glaring at a doll that looked mysteriously like McGonagoll. Maybe he found the notice for the Valentines Day Delivery and was scarred for life like the rest of us students, Draco thought.

"Today, you will be testing your polyjuice potions," Snape snarled, "If any accidents happen, it is the fault of your stupidity, not mine. Repeat: if any accidents happen it will be faults of my stupidity."

"If any accidents happen it will be faults of my stupidity," the class chanted back.

"Good," Snape said with a nasty, sinister smile on his face. The class gulped.

"Now what are you waiting for? Get to work!" he barked.

It was even worse for Ginny and Draco since neither of them could find the guts to speak to one other. They passed ingredients to each other but neither of them would look at each other. All forms of normal communication ceased to exist.

Ginny soon began to get sick of it. She quickly tore a piece of parchment out

of her textbook and scribbled on it.

"Pass that thing," Ginny ordered. Draco gave it to her and Ginny snatched his hand and stuffed the note into it. She gave him a look that said, "Read it or else..."

Draco gave her a look that clearly said, "You're weird," and unfolded the note. It said: Please talk to me. I'm sick of this. Ginny.

Fine, I'll talk to you, Draco thought.

"Are you going out with Potter?" Draco asked coldly.

"No! That's sick!" Ginny said, shuddering at the thought.

"Then why were you two snogging at Honeydukes?" he asked.

"You kissed me but that doesn't mean we're going out!" Ginny said boldly. She stumped him.

"I...er..." he was at a loss for words. Ginny inwardly smirked. I'm the first person in the world to witness Draco Malfoy at a loss for a witty comeback.

They went back to work and soon they were ready to test it.

"The first two who are ready to test it will demonstrate for the class. Weasley, Malfoy, take your hairs," Snape said. The two glanced at each other before plucking their hairs out and giving it to each other. They dropped it in their glasses and watched it fizz.

"Weasley will drink the potion first," Snape commanded. Ginny gulped, pinched her nose and drank it. The class stared as Ginny keeled over (Harry was visibly worrying like mad). She was clearly in pain.

You could see her long fiery-red hair was starting to turn shorter and silvery-blonde. Ginny's eyes were turning grey but they still contained warmth. She was growing taller and her shoulders were broader.

I am hot! Draco thought as he looked at Ginny.

"Malfoy, drink the potion," Snape ordered. Draco drank and his insides started turning. He felt like he was going to throw up.

Bile started to rise in him as he felt the changes occur. Draco felt his hands and feet shrink and his body began turning into Ginny's.

Ginny and Draco stared at each other. Holy shit, Ginny thought, I'm so...short!

"Now, idiots, as you can see, their potion clearly works. I hope the rest of your potions work like those. But they are clearly gifted while the rest of you will have to pray. Now get back to work and test your potions!" Snape growled.

Ginny felt it was strange to be staring at herself. She was a self-conscious person while Draco was admiring himself.

"I really am quite good-looking," he said proudly to Ginny. She muttered something along the lines of "arrogant-piece-of-crap".

"Oh, well, I think I'll just take a look at these," Draco said, gesturing to his chest. Ginny glared at him and kicked him in the shins. Draco winced in pain. Actions speak louder than words. Unfortunately, I'm going to have a bruise there, Ginny thought sadly.

"For someone so small, you sure are strong," Draco commented. He quickly covered his mouth. I did not just say that out loud.

"Size is no guarantee of power," Ginny said, smirking.

"Yeah, I can see that," Draco said, glancing at Ginny. She really was quite scary sometimes.

Suddenly, Draco remembered he had to go see him today.

Oh, shit. I don't think I'm ready for this.

Don't worry. Father's busy. He can't do anything.

He's out of Azkaban, for Merlin's sake!

Well, you can defend yourself!

"Draco, are you okay?" Ginny asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

"I'm fine," Draco said coolly, hiding his worries.


Draco stood outside his office, wondering what the password was. Suddenly, he came outside and beckoned Draco in.

Draco went inside.

"Ah, Mr Malfoy, I was wondering when you'd come to see me," he said.

"Professor Dumbledore," Draco said, nodding, "I need to talk to you about something."

"I can see that," Dumbledore said, "Would you like a sherbet lemon?"

"Er...no thanks," Draco said. He was not fond of muggle sweets.

"You know, Draco, I do not understand why you would like to. I mean, your family would clearly support you if you became a Death Eater."

"That's why I don't want to be one of them. My father's ruthless; I don't want to grow up as a replica of him," Draco explained.

"I think joining would make you a target, your father would probably try to kill you," Dumbledore said.

"I can defend myself," Draco said, "I've always thought I could stay out of the war, but my position as a son of a Death Eater has pushed me. When my father was in Azkaban, I could avoid becoming a Death Eater but now that he has broken out, he will look for me and try to force me into it. That's why I want to join; I want to fight him!"

"You are still in school, Draco, I cannot put you in such a position," Dumbledore said serenely.

"I'm already of age!" Draco argued.

"You still have your studies."

"I'm good at Defence! I got one of the top OWL scores! I was second to Potter and Granger!"

"This is not about your Defence skills, Draco," Dumbledore said, rubbing his temple. Draco instantly felt guilty about doing this to his Headmaster; he looked too old and tired.

"You are clearly able to join the Order, Draco, but you still have your studies. Plus, you will be in great danger if I put you in the front seat of the war. I am not sure if you are ready to bear such a heavy burden."

"Please, Professor, unless I fight Lucius, I will have to go with his decisions!" Draco said.

"I will think about it, Draco. I know you are very talented and intelligent, but you are still my student and a son of a Death Eater. Danger is all around you. It does not help that your many peers are Death Eaters."

"Professor Snape's a Death Eater! He's in the Order!" Draco protested.

"Professor Snape is an ADULT, Draco –"

"I'm an adult!" Draco interrupted.

"I still do not see why you want to join the Order. There are many other ways to fight in the war."

"I want to fight the Death Eaters. They're evil!"

"The whole world is not black and white, Draco. There is grey as well. I cannot allow you to join. You are simply too young. Only special cases can join," Dumbledore said firmly.

"I bet one of those special cases is Harry Potter!" Draco said bitterly.

"You need not feel jealous of Harry, Draco," Dumbledore said gently, "You are as great as he is, able to defy your father for so long. Although Harry had to live without parents, you had the courage to fight your family for what is right. That is the meaning of a hero, Draco."

"I'm turning eighteen soon, Professor, and I still don't have a meaning in my life. I could either become a Death Eater or fight for the good guys. There's no way in hell I'm working for Voldemort so I want to fight for the good guys. I don't want to live in the war without a reason."

There was a long silence.

"You have turned wise, Draco. You shall carry on your studies and train," Dumbledore finally said, smiling, "You have passed the test."

"You're letting me train?" Draco said; he thought Dumbledore wouldn't let him.

"Yes. I will notify you in a week. But I am not giving you orders to fight. I am merely helping you train. There is someone else who I am planning to have trained as well. You two will train together," Dumbledore said, smiling.

"Thank you, Professor!" Draco said breathlessly. Whoa, since when have I ever spoken "breathlessly"? He turned to leave.

"Draco!" Dumbledore called.

"Yes, Professor?" Draco asked as he turned around.

"I suggest you sort out your personal problems. She could be essential," Dumbledore said, winking.


Ginny sat in her dorm, working on her Transfiguration essay. Suddenly, the same eagle owl appeared. She smiled. Ginny slit open the envelope. The message said: Meet me by the lake at 7:00 tonight. Ginny quickly checked her watch. It was five to seven. She quickly ran out of Gryffindor Tower and towards the lake.


Draco sat by the lake when a familiar red-headed figure came into view. He stood up. Time for the truth, he thought. At first, Ginny looked shocked as she tried to see who else was there apart from Draco. No one else was. Of course she'd be shocked. I guess I'm not the type of person who would write love letters.

Draco could see Ginny clearly now. She was smiling her warm smile that lit up her whole face. It made Draco feel better instantly.

"You're my secret admirer!" Ginny breathed.

"You know, love letters really don't suit you," Ginny said, grinning, her eyes shining with joy.

"Yeah, well, I was never good at that kind of stuff," Draco said, "I don't usually engage in such activities like writing love letters. But was I really obvious?"

"Yes," Ginny replied, "Even though I didn't know it was you. Leah did, though."

"Well, she's obviously smarter than you," Draco said. Ginny punched his arm.

"I still can't believe it. You've sent love letters to me, you've kissed me and now you're admitting it. What happens to us now?" Ginny asked him, "God, our relationship is so damn confusing!"

"I don't know. I don't think we should tell your precious Gryffindor friends. Potter would probably kill me," Draco said, wrapping his arm around her.

"Okay, I won't tell anyone except Leah and Colin. I could trust them with my life," Ginny said. Draco leaned down and kissed her. Ginny pulled away.

"I don't know what to say. I can't say I love you because I don't know if I do," she said quietly.

"I know. How about I really, really, really like you?" he suggested.

"That works! I really, really, really like you," Ginny said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I really, really, really like you too," Draco said and he kissed her again.

Ginny pulled back again.

"What is it now?" Draco asked, annoyed.

"Why the hell did you say you were a hunky stud?" she asked innocently although her eyes were full of mirth.

"Well, I couldn't think of anything else," Draco said. He tried to act as though he didn't care but his blush gave it away.

"Your head must be bigger than the Department of Mysteries. And that's saying something. I really want to slap you right now," Ginny said. Draco gave her a puppy eyes look.

"Ah, screw it," Ginny said and their lips met.

A/N: OMG, it's the end! Actually, not really because there's a sequel coming up called Hanging By A Moment. It's very short because it's more of a lead-in story to You Set Me Free, the last story. It's very different from Things I'll Never Say and more crap. Please review!

Originally written: June 2005