Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, as much as I wish I did, nor do I own the majority of the character in this story. There will be a few here and there that I make up, but most everything in this story belongs to the lovely JK Rowling.

A/N One decision in a single moment can change everything. This is my world if things had happened a little differently, if Draco Malfoy had killed Dumbledore and let the darkness seep into his heart.

It was a cool summer night outside The Burrow, quite the opposite of the inside of the house. The hustle and bustle of so many people in such a tight space created so much heat that it was barely tolerable even with cooling charms. Her entire family was staying at The Burrow for the weekend, plus Harry and Hermione of course, something that hadn't happened in a very long time. All of the noise combined with the heat had made it hard to sleep, even at midnight her oldest siblings were still up talking to their parents about the war, so Ginny Weasley decided to take a short walk through the woods in her backyard. She had always loved being in those woods, even now as she matured from a little girl into a 17 year old young woman.

Many would say a 17 year old is still a girl, but she hadn't felt like a girl in a long time. The War was taking its toll on her, and it forced her to open her eyes and look at the world as an adult. She'd been to battle. The discomfort in her ankle when the weather changed was a lasting reminder of that. The battle at the Department of Mysteries had only been the first of many. The War was at a stand-still, neither side winning nor losing, as it had been for the past year. Both sides had lost so many now. Every time the Order gained ground, they lost some somewhere else. Although the Death Eater attacks on Muggles, Muggleborns, and blood-traitors had slowed dramatically this past month, the Order knew it was because Voldemort was planning something big, or so she had overheard when listening in on one of the Order's meetings that was held at the Burrow. The twins always made sure she had an extendable ear handy during meetings.

Her family's home was one of several meeting places for the Order. Because the home housed Order member's on a regular basis, and the fact that the Weasley family was very high on Voldemort's list of blood-traitors that he wished to get his claws on, the Weasley's land had been highly protected. Ginny didn't know everything that had been done to protect them, but she did know that the land had been made Unplottable, and there were numerous wards in place, such as one that would not allow anyone with a Dark Mark to pass though easily. Special grants were in place to allow Snape in.

Ginny realized that she was getting very close to the edges of wards and decided to head back until she heard footsteps. In fact, she heard several footsteps. She turned to face the edge of the wards, and that's when she saw them. There were at least 20 Death Eaters standing behind the barriers that were lighting up as 3 of them were breaking down wards. She looked around frantically for an Order member, fear apparent in her eyes, but there was no one else around. Of course there wasn't, no one else wandered around outside in the middle of the night. She looked back at the Death Eaters just in time to see the leader of the attack step forward, pulling off his hideous mask. Draco Malfoy locked his gaze with hers as his lips curved into his ever-famous smirk. Ginny stood for a moment, looking very much like a deer in headlights, before she snapped out of her shock and ran faster than she ever run in her life.

Time was of the essence, every second could make a difference! She had to get back to the house, she had to tell everyone that they were here! It was going to be a bloodbath but if they had a few minutes to prepare then they might be able to survive. Lord Voldemort had sent Draco Malfoy to slaughter her family, and that's what he would do. The Malfoy's had regained their place in Voldemort's inner circle. That place was rightfully had been rightfully earned. She felt her heart pounding and the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she recalled the horror stories she had heard about the younger Malfoy, the same stories everyone had heard. He was considered royalty by Voldemort and they called him the Prince of Darkness, Angel of Death because he was beautiful and merciless. He'd always been gifted, but his private tutelage from the Dark Lord himself had created a monster to be feared. For the past two years, he had lead many raids against those who did not fight for Lord Voldemort. The bodies of those that did not convert were left across the blood soaked battlefield. He took no prisoners.

It felt like an eternity had passed since she had started sprinting towards her home. She was completely out of breath when she burst through the front door, making as much noise as she could to wake everyone. Bill, Charlie, and her parents ran out of the kitchen, and Bill grabbed her under the arms as Ginny collapsed on the floor.

"Dear God, what happened Ginny? What's wrong?" Bill asked as he carried her to the couch.

"Death… Eaters," she panted between breaths, and pointed to the family clock. Every single hand had moved to Mortal Peril.

"What? How did they find us?! We're Unplottable!" Molly Weasley yelled.

"Calm down Molly," Arthur said. "I need you to go upstairs and wake everyone, tell them that they need to be ready to fight. Get Harry's invisibility cloak." Molly nodded as tears formed in her eye and did as he asked. "Ginny, sweetheart, I need you to tell me how much time we have."

"Not much," she was still catching her breath, but she could finally speak. "They were breaking down the wards when I saw them. There is at least 20 of then, and Draco Malfoy is with them, Dad! Draco Malfoy!" If you hadn't been able to spot fear in Arthur's eyes before then, you could now.

"Everyone is awake, Arthur," Molly said as she rushed back down the stairs. "They'll be down any second." As if on cue, the rest of the Weasley family, Harry, and Hermione appeared in the stairwell.

"Harry, Hermione, Ron, I want you to take Ginny into the broom closet and cover yourselves with the invisibility cloak and we do not have time for protest. Get in the closet and do not come out, no matter what you hear, understand?"

"Yes Mr. Weasley," Harry replied. He walked over to the couch and took Ginny's hand. "Come on Gin." Hermione and Ron were already in the closet. The four teenagers settled in as best as they could and covered themselves with the cloak. Arthur adjusted the cloak and triple checked to make sure not a single hair could be seen and then closed the door.

"Remember, do not come out no matter what you see or hear. If the worst should happen, wait several hours before you leave the house, stay under the cloak as best as you can, get brooms out of the shed in back and head to Hogwarts. Tell Minerva what happens." Arthur turned to the rest of his family before he spoke again. "Boys, this is our home and we have to do everything that we can to protect it. You all know your places, we've practiced this a hundred times. I'm not going to say that this is going to be easy, or that I know we will win, but I will say that I know we have more heart than a thousand of those bastards and that we are fighting for the right cause. I love you, every single one of you." The Weasley boys stood tall and proud, wands at their sides, as they listened to their father's speech. "Everyone into their places. Now, we wait."

Draco Malfoy was getting impatient. The curse-breakers had said it would only take 15 minutes to take down the wards, and it was now past those 15 minutes. Normally, he had no problem with patience, but he had seen her, Ginny Weasley, and he knew that she was somewhere inside that wretched house waiting for him to come. He didn't care if the Weasley's knew they were coming, that they had time to prepare. They could have had years to prepare and they still would not be ready for the havoc that he was going to bring down upon them. They were nothing but dirty blood-traitors and not a single one mattered, except for her. When the Dark Lord had ordered the raid on the Weasley house, demanding that Ginny Weasley be captured and brought back unharmed, Draco had been more than willing to lead the raiding party.

Draco had formed a small obsession with the Weasley girl when they were at Hogwarts together. For several years he paid her almost no attention, she had been a speck of red in the endless sea of Hogwarts students, but as she had grown up it became impossible to not notice her. She had blossomed into a beautiful young, pureblood woman. With each generation since the First Wizarding War, when wizarding numbers were decimated, it was more difficult to find a pureblood witch that wasn't closely related and held the standard of beauty expected from a Malfoy. Her wild Weasley red hair had tamed into sleek, dark red tresses, and her scrawny frame had developed into a petite woman's body with curves in all the right places and every straight male in the school had lusted after her. The year that he noticed her was the same year that he had earned the title of Slytherin Sex God because he had bedded every attractive girl in Hogwarts from 5th year and up, Gryffindor's included; everyone single one, except for Ginevra Molly Weasley, and it was not from lack of trying. Draco had done everything he knew to get her in his bed, but he had failed. The challenge had only made her more alluring. He'd been tempted to dose her with a love potion, something the great Draco Malfoy should never need, but he hadn't. He wanted her to choose to lay under him as every other girl had. She would be wet and willing when he finally took her.

"Excuse me, Your Highness," the curse breaker, Katon said, pulling Draco out of his dark thoughts.

"If you are here talking to me, then you had better be done taking down those wards or the consequences will be dire," Draco replied without looking at the man.

"Yes, Your Highness, we just finished. All of the wards have been destroyed. You can take your men in without trouble. I've detected no other signs of wards or traps."

"Very good. Take the other curse breakers back to Headquarters and inform the Dark Lord of our progress." Katon nodded and gestured at his 2 men to follow him. "Everyone in formation! I do not care what you do to whomever we find in that disgusting little shack, but no one, and I do mean no one, is to lay a hand or a wand on the young Weasley girl. Do I make myself clear?"

A resounding, "Yes Sir!" was their answer. It was still music to his ears, hearing the obedience of so many men, all of whom were his seniors in age.

"Now, move in!" Draco led the way towards the Weasley house. Ginevra Weasley may have rejected him at school, more times than he cared to count, but it would be different this time. This time, she would be in his territory, on his terms. A Malfoy always got what he wanted.

He thought back on the last time he'd seen her. It was his last day at Hogwarts, before he let the Death Eaters inside the castle through the Room of Requirements. She'd been walking back to her common room alone, after curfew.

"Ginevra Weasley," he called to her when he spotted her.

"Shit…" he'd heard her mutter under her breath.

"What a pleasure to see you," he smirked at her, the smirk that made women weak in the knees.

"I don't have time for your crap Malfoy," she sighed, obviously frustrated. "Just dock some points or give me detention so I can go."

He stepped towards her, leaving almost no space between them. He'd expected her to back down, effectively pinning herself to the wall behind them, but she stood her ground and jutted her delicate chin up in defiance. It was like she was taunting him, daring him to do more. He reached down to twist a lock of her hair through his fingers, the single lock that had fallen from her messy ponytail. It was as silky as he'd imagined.

"But I so enjoy your company."

"We've never spent more than a few minutes together, and I'm usually insulting you. Unless you want to count the times I've kicked your ass on the Quidditch pitch during Gryffindor vs Slythern matches."

He lifted his hand to stoke her delicate jaw line. "Then why don't we take some time to get to know each other a little better? I promise I'll have you screaming my name when I'm between those beautiful thighs of yours." She was trembling, the telltale sign that she wasn't as immune to his charms as she seemed to think. His free hand was trailing down the outside of her thigh over her uniform skirt that was too long for his liking as he leaned down to touch his lips to hers. He never saw her hand, not even when her open palm connected so forcefully with his cheek that it nearly blinded him. He hadn't even recovered when he felt her hand on his chest, shoving him away. When the stars left his eyes, he found her wand was leveled with his nose.

"You keep your filthy hands off me, Malfoy! Next time you'll get another taste of my Bat Bogey Hex!"

The following day was when he took his first life, the life of Albus Dumbledore. He hadn't been sure he could do it, doubt seeped into his mind more and more each day, but it wasn't only his life that was at stake if he failed. He knew his mother and father would also pay for his failure with their lives. The Malfoy's legacy wouldn't end with his failure. As his Aunt Bellatrix egged him on, his confidence grew. The last push his needed was from Professor Snape, when his professor stepped up and said, "No," Draco knew the older man would take Dumbledore's life. Draco's mother had told him of the Unbreakable Vow. Either Draco killed Dumbledore, or Severus Snape would and he would take all of the glory with him. Draco's family couldn't bear the shame. His mind pictures his father, eyes hollow and dark from lack of sleep, hair dirty and unkempt, his mother walking on eggshells around the Dark Lord, afraid that she may do or say something wrong and cost her family their lives. No, Draco wouldn't let that happen so the "Avada Kedavra" fell from his lips in perfect tune with his wand and Albus Dumbledore was no more.

Draco picked up the ancient wizard's wand, the Elder Wand, and returned to his home. He bowed before the Dark Lord and offered him his prize. Voldemort had snatched the wand from Draco's fingers with such glee it had almost unnerved him. It was in that moment that he'd redeemed his family. The Malfoy's were returned to power and the Dark Lord took Draco under his wing. He didn't return to the castle again until the Battle of Hogwarts.

He looked for her at the Battle of Hogwarts but the battle was large, people were dueling all across the vast lands. He hadn't the time to search for her after. But he'd been patient, it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed again. It had been nearly a year since the Battle of Hogwarts in which Voldemort had been victorious, leaving Harry Potter and his gang of idiots on the run. Now, in a few moments, when his men burst into that house, Ginevra Weasley was going to be his.

It hadn't taken long for the Death Eater's to reach the house. Ginny's family had barely had enough time to get ready for the attack before they were at the door. It was frustrating and frightening to be able to hear the battle, but not see it. Every time a body hit the floor with a thud she was afraid it was one of her brothers. She was thankful that she had not heard anyone yell, "Avada Kedavra." The smell of sweat and blood reached the closet in a matter of minutes, and she began to shake. Harry quietly put his arm around her and pulled her to his chest, and she was grateful for his comfort. Even though he had broken off their relationship last year, they still cared for each other deeply, and he promised her than when the war was over that they would be together again, just as they should be.

The fight was over within 15 minutes, though that 15 minutes felt like an eternity from her hiding place in the closet. The silence seemed deafening as she waited to hear someone speak, to know who had won the small skirmish. Footsteps could be heard, making their way through the house.

"Donavan, round up all of the Weasley's, or what's left of them, and tie them together in the front room," Ginny would recognize the voice of Draco Malfoy anywhere. She had heard it so many times during her last few years at Hogwarts when he had begun to harass her. She never told anyone, not her family or Harry or even Hermione, because she thought she could handle him herself, and she had. Every advance he had made on her was met with harsh word, hexes, and once, even a slap. He had never frightened her before, even when his advances were growing more bold. But this time was different, he was different. His voice was so much colder than it had ever been when he was pushing her against a wall and whispering all the thing he wanted to do to her in her ear.

"Potter and his gang are still missing." She could hear the Death Eaters searching the house. One even opened the closet door, giving it a quick glance before shutting it.

"Ginevra Weasley, I know you are in here somewhere," he said in an almost singsong voice. He had always called her by her full first name, she never understood why. "I saw you in the woods, you know I did. Come out now, and I won't hurt your family anymore." She looked at Harry, and he shook his head. She had to stay in hiding, just like her father had said.

"They are in very bad shape right now, Ginevra. If you don't want me to make it even worse then I suggest you get out here, right now." His voice was no longer playful, it was hard and angry. "Very well, I'm done being nice, you had your chance. Donavan, bring me Bill Weasley, I do believe that he is her favorite brother."

Ginny looked to Harry again, her eyes wide with fear. He shook his head again and his arms tightened around her shoulders. "Tell me Bill, what do you think that I have to do to you to get your little sister out of her hiding spot?" Malfoy asked. Ginny heard a mumbled reply, but it was impossible to tell what he said. "I'm sorry, I couldn't make out what you just said. I guess McNair really did break your jaw like he said he did. That's alright, I'm sure I can think of something to do with you. Crucio!" Even though Bill could not open his mouth to scream, Ginny could still hear the faint noise that sounded like an echo of a scream, a gurgled choking. She could hear him thrashing around on the floor. Tears were pouring down her cheeks and she struggled against Harry. She was sweating, fear and rage were pouring out through her skin. Harry held her in place silently. Malfoy lifted the curse after a minute.

"Ginevra, I am going to count to 10, and if you are not standing in front of me by the time I get to 10, then I am going to order my men to torture every single one of your family members until they go insane, and then I will let my men take them apart, piece by piece until there's nothing left of them." Malfoy began counting. "One."

"Harry, let me go," Ginny whispered so quietly he could barely hear her, her mouth was pressed against his ear.

"Two"

"This is my choice to go, so let me go quietly."

"Three"

"They will never know the 3 of you are here." Harry looked her in the eyes, desperate to make her stay.

"Four."

"I have to go now." Harry leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her lips.

"Five."

"I'll come find you. Wherever they take you, no matter how long it takes, I will find you," Harry whispered back to her as he released his hold on her.

"Six."

Ginny smiled at him and mouthed, "I know," before she slipped out from under the cloak and opened the closet door. She left it open, so that Harry, Ron and Hermione could see what was going on.

"There you are," Malfoy greeted her with a smirk. "I knew you would come out eventually. Come over here."

Ginny hesitated, but she moved closer to him, standing a few feet in front of him. Her jaw was clenched so tightly that she almost couldn't speak. "I know I'm the one you want, and here I am. Let my family go."

"Ginevra, is that anyway to treat an old friend?" He reached out and grabbed her by the waist so that he could pull her up against him, her chest pressing into his. She struggled against him, putting her hands between them to try and push him off. "There is no sense in wiggling around like that. You won't be going anywhere," he leaned in until his lips caressed her ear, "And feeling you move around like that is only going to turn me on more." Ginny immediately stopped moving. "There, that's much better. Now, we will be heading back to the Manor and you're going to come along like a good little girl. Donavan, kill all of them."

"Wait! No! Stop!" Ginny screamed at him and resumed her furious struggling as she looked up, her brown eyes burning her rage into his silver ones. "You said you wouldn't hurt them if I came out! You said you wouldn't hurt them!"

"You silly girl, I'm not going to hurt them. I assure you, Avada Kedavra is quiet painless," Draco replied.

"Please don't kill them," Ginny pleaded with him. "I'm begging you, please don't kill them!"

"And what would I gain from letting them live?" he asked. "They're nothing but thorns in the Dark Lord's side. They will never come around, even after He destroys the Order and it's a waste of resources to keep them alive in the dungeons." His predatory gaze told her that she was exactly where he wanted her.

"I…" Ginny paused, trying to force the word out. "I'll do whatever you want." Her head dropped in defeat. "Swear that no one will not hurt them, no one will kill them, and I will do whatever you want."

"Very well, as long as you do whatever I say, and do remember that you are promising to do whatever I say, then no harm will come to them. They will remain locked in the dungeons at Malfoy Manor where they will be feed and watered daily." Draco pushed her chin up with his hand, almost gently, and looked her in the eye. "But if you disobey me, I will make you watch as I torture one, or even all of them. Do you understand?"

Ginny's eyes moved to her family, who were struggling and screaming silently. She knew they were screaming at her to fight him, to run away. She could go with Malfoy and her family would live. That was the only option. She looked back at Malfoy and nodded. "I understand."

"Good girl." Malfoy's hand released his hold on her chin and softly stroked her cheek. "Just do as I say and everything will be alright. Let's start with a kiss." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Ginny tried to pull away in shock, but his grip on her body tightened painfully and was too strong. The look in his icy grey eyes was so terrifying that she began to shake. "Do not do that again. When I kiss you, you will kiss me back like you want it. I'm not going to hurt you." The hand that had been on her cheek grabbed her hand and he placed it on the back of his neck and then he wrapped both arms around her back, so that they were embraced as lovers would. He leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue touching her lips for entrance. Ginny, unsure of what to do, opened her mouth slightly, and his tongue entered her mouth. His lips were warm and smooth and firm against hers. If it weren't for the tight hold he had on her body, the kiss could have been called gentle and it almost felt good. He pulled back when she didn't respond to him.

"I told you to kiss me like you wanted it. It didn't feel like you wanted it. Do I have to Crucio Bill again?"

"No Malfoy! Please don't hurt him!" Ginny pleaded with him. "I'm sorry, I'll do better next time. I just… I don't know… I mean, I've never…" She looked up at Malfoy and he was smiling. It was a cold smile, the dark delight of his thoughts seeping through his beautiful eyes.

"Are you telling me that you've never been kissed? When you were dating Potter, he never kissed you?"

"No, we kissed! We just didn't kiss the same way that you're trying to kiss me..."

Malfoy's hand slipped back up to cup her cheek. "You have no idea how much your innocence pleases me."

He could see the fear in her eyes at his acknowledgement of her innocence. But that fear wouldn't last long. Everyone fell to the charms of Draco Malfoy eventually. He could not believe his luck. He had hoped that she was still untouched, he would be the first and only to take her. She was completely innocent. Every kiss, every touch, everything that he made her feel would be for the first time. He would be her first in every sense of the word. It almost made him want to go buy one of those Muggle camcorders and record the first time he took her, when she would be begging him to take her, so that he could use it to torture Potter when they finally caught him.

Draco pulled his gaze away from hers and turned to his men. "Bring the blood-traitors to the dungeons, they are our prisoners now. You heard what I told Ginevra, do not harm them. Oh, and release Percy, I believe it's time his family finally knows what side he's really on." He looked back at her with a smirk, the lustful gleam obvious in his eyes, "Now you and I will be going to the Manor. We have a lot of catching up to do."

A/N: This chapter was recently redone since I'm resuming this story after a very long hiatus. If you've read it before, I recommend re-reading all of the chapters. Thank you for reading, please review, follow, and favorite if you've enjoyed it!