Inspired by Pud's great Draco and Ginny fic contest 2007. Requirements: feature either Draco or Ginny (or both) as a cat burglar. This story will be updated infrequently as time (and storyline) allow.

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Issues of blood

Ginny Weasley clung to the stone wall of the building with all the strength in her fingertips and toes. Her wand was clenched between her teeth as she moved her foot precariously to the left. She was glad for the charms sewn into the fabric of her leggings and top, and the potions she had smeared over her soft leather shoes and gloves. She was as close to invisible as she could possibly hope to be, and as close to silent. Reaching left with her fingertips, searching for a large enough crack or bump to hold onto, she shifted her weight carefully.

The window was above her now, almost within arm's reach. Inching upwards with her feet, she somehow managed to get her fingertips over the sill. A tiny thrill went through them as she struggled to calm her breathing enough to identify what sort of charms were protecting it from intruders. After a moment of silence she recognized it, and silently cast the spell to counter it. Still cautious, knowing that incaution could kill her now, Ginny dragged herself up high enough to see through the window. An empty bedroom. She ran over the building's blueprint in her mind. She was in the right place, but a sixth sense kept her at eye level for a few more moments.

There was a strange stillness about the room. Ginny stared at the door, then at a mirror. She turned her head to the left, glancing out of the corner of her eye. Nothing moved. She grinned, glad that she had learned to trust herself over the years. The bedroom was a glamour, just an illusion. Ginny unravelled the glamour, waited a few more moments as the reality of the room settled itself down.

Empty, but for a collection of shelves against the wall to her left, but thick with dust on the floor. Ginny magicked the glass away, crawled up to sit on the window frame. She scanned the shelves as well as she could before pulling out a set of omnioculars. After a few moments, with the omnioculars filtering more light into the picture and enlarging it, she identified the object she was after. Putting the omnioculars away, she levitated a boring-looking box up off the shelf, put it into a mesh sack, and replaced it with an identical-looking copy. Ginny made sure it was covered in dust, like everything else in the room. Tucking the mesh bag into her clothes, she lowered herself back to the wall outside the window, returned the window glass, the glamour and the warding charm. After watching for a moment, slowing her heart at the elation singing in her blood, she began her long, slow descent.

Sprinting those last few metres on shaking legs, Ginny could feel the adrenaline rush of getting away with her burglary. Turning to glance back at the impressive stone building Ginny smiled that she was getting something back from a family who had taken so much from her. She apparated with a soft hiss, slowly moving her mass to the destination and avoiding the normal tell-tale noise.

Her room at the Leaky Cauldron was empty, except for her single bed and lonely chair which housed her waitress' outfit. With shaking hands, Ginny prodded the box with her wand, sensing for any charms. She disarmed a nasty curse, unlocked the Lock-Forever charm, and finally lifted an illusion from the item.

Inside the box, laying on green velvet, were two rings. Platinum, Ginny decided when she examined them. Engraved with ivy leaves, set with tiny emeralds and enchanted heavily with protection charms and, she assumed, fidelity charms.

They were beautiful, and Ginny thought that she should perhaps feel bad about the fact that she was going to pawn them. Gingerly picking one up – the female one, from its smaller size and more delicate band – she turned it over, reading script on the inside of the band. They were names, she realised after half a minute of deciphering the tiny script; the names of all the women that this ring had belonged to. A jolt of something – remorse? – landed in her stomach. Ginny read the names, though, all the way down to Narcissa. With a small, nasty smile, she banished any feeling of guilt. Malfoy was never going to marry, and even if he did, he had enough money to buy the poor girl a pretty new ring. Slipping the ring onto her finger, she turned it this way and that, wondering how Malfoy had gotten these back from his parents – his father had died in Azkaban, after all.

After looking at the ring for a few moments, Ginny tried to take it off. It was then that she realised that it was perhaps not the most clever idea to put on enchanted rings. Especially enchanted wedding rings. Even more especially when she had no intention of keeping the ring on her finger. Because this ring – Malfoy's family wedding ring – was stuck.