Title: Dark Destiny

Summary: At the start of a new school year Ginny Weasley finds that she's in store for more than she wanted. Was it too much to ask for to just have Harry Potter fall in love with her, marry her, and then die? Obviously so! D/G, H/HR, and R/L on the side.

Rating: R

Warning: Harsh language, sexual conversations

Note: The idea for this came from Charmed and way too much time listening to music.

I do use dialogue from Charmed, which I will make proper identification of at the end of each chapter.

I also will be taking/using ideas from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the movie (if you couldn't tell by the summary) and the series.

This will be the only chapter that has a song in it like that!

Chapter One: She's Got the Look

Walking like a man

Hitting like a hammer

She's a juvenile scam.

Never was a quitter

Tasty like a raindrop

She's got the look.

"Ginny's coming back today," Ron, said grinning from ear to ear at his two best friends as they walked down the stairs, away from the Gryffindor common room.

"Where was she again this summer?" Harry asked smiling politely at the pictures as they passed by.

Ron rolled his eyes. "In Romania with Charlie. How many times have I told you? You and Hermione really need to lay off each other for a while. Not only because it's making me sick, but Ginny still has a thing for you Harry. I never-a-told her about your recently advanced relationship."

Harry frowned. "I thought she'd gotten over her crush," he spoke sadly. "I don't want to hurt her, but…you should have told her Ron!"

"I know," Ron said patting him on the back. "I lack courage sometimes when it comes to Hurricane Ginny's temper, which may I remind you is worse than mine?"

Hermione gave a small almost defeated sigh and then spoke. "Ron, Ginny has missed a month of school. She'll be so behind. I should have gotten her homework. It never occurred to me. Oh, how could I have been so forgetful on something this important?"

Ron gave Hermione a slightly frightened look. "Did you not just hear what I said? And anyhow, 'Mione, Mum had it arranged with Dumbledore to have Ginny's homework sent to her over the summer. I'm sure she's two weeks ahead of everyone in her class."

"It was good that she went, she needed it," Harry said wrapping his arm around Hermione's waist.

"She did," Ron replied.

~

"Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore asked in astonishment as the tall red headed girl swirled into view from the other side of his twirling door. He quickly cleared his throat and gave a tiny bow with his head. "You'll have to forgive me. I didn't recognize you."

Her brown eyes gleamed with happiness as she bounced in the room. "Hello Professor! That's fine. It's so good to be back. No more long, tiring days of slavery," Ginny said jokingly.

Dumbledore lifted an eyebrow, "Slavery?"

Ginny shoved her hands into the back of her stonewashed flared blue jeans and shrugged her shoulders. "You know Charlie…didn't want me to get hurt so I spent four hours of my days weight training and boxing, with Jujitsu on the side."

"Ah," Dumbledore spoke knowingly, with an understanding twinkle in his eye. It was almost as if he knew exactly what she had experienced and done.

But really, didn't he always know everything?

Ginny smiled. "Is there anything you don't know?"

Dumbledore grinned. "It is limited, but you know what they say, a bird in your hand…"

"Is worth more than one-hundred in the forest," Ginny finished triumphantly.

"Very good Miss Weasley." Dumbledore looked at her with praise in his eyes. He then walked up the stairs towards his never-ending bookshelves and pulled down a book and it was then that she noticed silvery long hair. "…I trust you know Mr. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's father."

Ginny's smiling face instantly turned dull as she turned, looking for the blonde devil of a man that had ruined her first year, the man that would forever be engraved in Ginny's nightmares. Fear stabbed through her heart as her eyes fell upon him. She wondered why she hadn't noticed him until Dumbledore had said something. His presence was so evil that Ginny could have sworn she would have felt it.

It looked as if Mr. Malfoy had been studying her intensely, because once she had made eye contact his gaze didn't waver one bit.

"Mm," she mumbled barely acknowledging him as she walked past him towards Dumbledores' Phoenix.

She reached up and petted Fawkes on the head. The bird nudged his headd into her hand making her hand slide further down his feathered body. He squawked and pushed his head into her wrist, forcing her hand to go back to his head.

"Here are your books Miss Weasley," Dumbledore spoke softly, handing her a micro-sized square box, which in fact were her class books. "However, since your Potions class just started three minutes ago I took the liberty of keeping your Advanced Potions book normal sized." He descended down the stairs, gently stroking Fawkes as he passed by.

Ginny grunted slightly as he heaved it into her arms. Shifting it to her right arm so that she could rest it on her hip as she nodded a thank you.

"It's good to see you again Miss Weasley."

"Like-wise Professor," she smiled and turned to leave.

"Ah, Miss Weasley…"

Ginny turned and waited for him to speak again.

"I want you to remember something."

"Yes?"

"In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities."

Ginny gave him a puzzled look. "Um, O-okay."

"It may sound like nonsense now, but I promise you, you will be able to put it to use this year."

"Thank you sir."

As Ginny walked back towards the door she felt bile rise up in her gut and fill to the base of her throat as she noticed Lucius Malfoy turn his head and watched as she walked into the embrace of the door. She turned and glared at him just as the turning door began covering her face.

Heavenly bound cause heaven's got a number

When she's spinning me around

Kissing is a color.

Her loving is a wild dog

She's got the look.

Ginny sighed as she saw heads turn towards her as she walked by. She knew that no one knew who she was. She had anticipated it. It wasn't like they really knew her before. If only she could have started with a new name, then maybe she wouldn't get teased as badly, but that wouldn't be allowed of course. She loved being a Weasley; it was just the baggage that went with being one that she could do without.

The summer with Charlie had been rough, sweaty, and very hard. It wasn't easy training Dragons, or even being near them. You had to constantly be on guard when around them, which required great agility and speed. Since Ginny was on the Quidditch team those weren't so much a problem, of course they could have been enhanced, but improvement always was for the better anyhow.

By the end of the summer her flexibility and speed had almost tripled. What had been the problem was strength. Ginny had it, but it wasn't enough. So day after day Charlie had made her train for nearly four hours with advanced trainers, two hours in the morning, weight lifting, and two hours of boxing in midday, with an occasional lesson of Jujitsu.

It had toned her body. Her left over baby fat that she had had all through third to fifth year was almost non-existent. Aside from that Ginny had changed a lot over the summer. Her attitude towards herself, pushing her looks to the side, had been the most improvement of all. For one her confidence had sky rocketed, of course considering her confidence before was very minimal, it was still a reinforcement to her as she walked through the halls.

Ginny knew why everyone was staring; she just didn't know how to react to it. Before she'd gone away with Charlie for the summer she could have been in the classified category as a very pretty girl with shockingly bright reddish orange hair and deep brown soulful eyes. She'd once been told she was an old soul, but Ginny had always thought old souls to be people like Harry or Dumbledore, people that could bring calmness to a rowdy room. Ginny was more likely to bring the rowdiness to the room.

Her temper was quick and fierce and could easily be inflated to bursting. Aside from her hair, her eyes, her freckles, and her temper almost everything about her had changed. She wasn't as pudgy. She'd become slender and could almost be called willowy mainly because of her height. Her breasts were defiantly nothing to gawk at, but could be considered a key factor as to why she had slightly below average confidence. Before the summer her confidence was that of a tiny grain of sand, so slightly below instead of non-existent made Ginny proud.

She had also taken up a liking to incense. It calmed her and cleared her mind. She found that it made her react faster towards an angry dragon on a rampage when she would go out with Charlie and help train them, well 'assist' Charlie while 'he' trained them. He would never let his baby sister get that close of a brush with death.

The one thing Ginny had regretted was cutting her long beautiful carrot colored hair. Because of the dreadfully hot and humid days, along with the grueling labor, she had been forced to chop it off. The stylist had called it a 'look a-like' to a stacked cut.  It was a 'look a-like' because a stacked haircut required the length to be above the ears, whereas Ginny's was in the middle of her 'slender' neck.

Ginny hadn't been fond of the stylist, however his work was extremely good. He had made crude slightly on the side of perverse comments to her. The only comment that he had given her that she found somewhat acceptable was that her neck was 'slender and swan like. A perfect neck.'

She had looked in the mirror for hours after she'd returned back to Charlie's home or 'cave' as he liked to call it. Ginny just plain wasn’t used to receiving praises like that.  She looked by arching her neck back, examining the milky skin, running her index finger down the pale blue veins, trying to repeatedly convince herself that she did indeed have a swanlike neck. The hours had passed and she still hadn't seen what the stylist had seen.

When she looked in the mirror all she saw was a frumpy girl, with skin that could use a good tan, angry carrot colored red hair that needed to tone down but wouldn't because it was her natural color, freckles everywhere, thankfully only a few on her face, and as tall as a giant. That was another thing she disliked about herself. When she'd left at the end of last year she had been taller than most of the guys in her class. Hopefully some of them had grown. If luck was shining on her all of them had grown, but Ginny knew that would be the day that she had actually had luck in the first place.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Virgin Weasley!" a shrill voice squealed in disgust.

Ginny recognized whom it was instantly, the person who had made her life hell since her second year, Pansy Parkinson. Most of all she recognized the name Pansy had branded her with. 'Virgin' Weasley! It really wasn't her fault that she'd never had a REAL date, or never been REALLY kissed. Ginny knew she shouldn't be ashamed of that, but all the same it made her feel even more ugly and awkward.

Was it Pansy's life goal to rip Ginny's life to shreds? Yes, Ginny liked to think so.

"Pansy," she stated softly, slowly lifting her eyes from the cement floor.

The breeze from where the hall had an opening to the outside, ruffled Ginny's hair.

Ginny did a double take as she saw whom Pansy was with. Blaise Zabini, one of the five Slytherin boys, no, men, who held a god like beauty and grace, each one of them destined to be a death-eater, holding the highest position possible because of who their parents were.

Blaise was only number two, but considering his 'competition' he did fairly well. Ginny knew that the boy, she quickly corrected herself once again, man that held slot number one wasn't far behind considering the two were best friends. Draco Malfoy. Thankfully, however, he was preoccupied with his father. Still they were too close for comfort.

This could get ugly.

She's got the look.

(He's got the look.)

She's got the look.

(He's got the look.)

What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue?

When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you and I go

La la la la la she's got the look.

An angry, blood-curdling scream filled the halls of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students that had been walking down the hallways swiftly turned, their black robes swishing around their legs. As soon as they heard the crash and ripping of paper they knew that a fight had broken out.

"You stupid bitch!"

 Ron's eyes widened instantly as he recognized his sisters voice.

"That couldn't have been Ginny could it?" Harry asked his body set to run to the aid.

Ron ran a hand through his rumpled red hair and sighed. "Let's go."

They dashed down the hall, dodging through people who were rushing to see, sliding to a stop behind a very large crowd. Aside from it being so big they could still see whom they surrounded. Ron and Harry had arrived just in time to see Ginny slam a right hook punch into Pansy Parkinson's face.

"Do you know how much that cost?" Ginny screamed at the bleeding, frightened out of her wits, girl.

Ron frowned, stretching his neck and looked to the ground to see his sisters' potion book torn to shreds. "Oh man," he groaned.

Harry glanced at Ron. "What? It's just a book. I'll buy her a new one."

"That's not the point. She'd bought them herself, with the money she'd made over the summer. It allowed Mum and Dad to not be behind in their bills. She had written to me about it. She was so happy."

"Get up!” she growled. “I'm going to fuck you up!" Ginny hollered bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, her hands not quite closing, but forming fists and covering her face, looking ready to strike, but when Pansy, who'd been thrown to the floor with the force of the punch, sat there looking stupid Ginny's temper roared.

Pansy squealed as Ginny stalked towards her looking as if she was going to kill her. She quickly got up and ran behind Blaise, holding his shoulders and pushing him in front of her.

"Language, language Weasley," Blaise spoke smoothly, the oncoming of an amused smirk lifting the corners of his luscious lips.

Ginny stopped in her tracks, glaring up at him, her chest heaving with anger. "Move," she gritted out.

His eyes widened slightly at her response. "How gutsy you've become, looks like that's going to be something we need to work on this year."

"I said move!" she said more harshly.

Fire in the ice naked to the t-bone is a lover's disguise.

Banging on the head drum

Shaking like a mad bull

She's got the look.

Swaying to the band

Moving like a hammer she's a miracle man.

Loving is the ocean

Kissing is the wet sand

She's got the look.

"Or what?" he challenged, lifting a charcoal colored eyebrow.

His aqua blue eyes flashed with danger, almost like a warning sign for her to back down. It was then that Ginny felt something snap in her. Her right hand rose in a fist and before she knew it she'd punched him, then swung her right arm over to her left side, whipping it back around to the right, backhanding him on his left cheek. She then proceeded to pull his shoulders forward and plow her knee into his gut, followed by a quick, but short snap kick to the groin.

His eyes bulged as he collapsed to the floor, landing hard on the cement floor. He groaned in pain, dropping his head to the ground.

Ginny paused for a moment, staring down at him, in slight shock that even in pain he had still looked sexy as hell.

"OH-damn!" Ron groaned feeling the pain that Blaise had just been blown.

No enemy deserved something that bad…well…

With Blaise out of the picture Ginny slowly stalked towards Pansy, who was backing away, fear etched into her facial features. Ginny pounced and just when she was about to make another attack on Pansy she was jerked back.

Ron had wrapped his right arm, diagonally, around the front of his sister and yanked her against him, his left arm ready to put her in a chokehold if she didn't fold. The whole time, however, he had a huge smile spread across his face, in which he did very little to try and hide. Anyone who looked at him whether they knew him or not could tell he was bursting with pride at the show his baby sister had awarded them.

Ron knew though, being on the Hogwarts Student Council as a prefect, that he was obligated to stop his sister with full force punishment strapped to it, as was Harry. His only real worries were Hermione and Malfoy—head girl and head boy, but at the moment both seemed to be in slight shock at his sisters actions.

He dropped his chin onto his sisters' shoulder, hugging her, but still restraining her. "Where in the hell did you learn how to do that?"

"Charlie," Ginny gritted out, her eyes still flashing with anger as she glared at Pansy, never once averting her eyes from the cowering girl.

"Hmm, I guess this means I can't make you mad anymore," Ron joked.

The anger in Ginny's eyes ebbed away and she turned her neck towards him. Laughter bubbled in her throat and she rolled her eyes, leaning her head against his forehead.

"You better keep your psycho sister away. She needs to learn her place in this school!" Pansy growled evilly, finally gaining her arrogant composure back. "Stupid, poor mud-blood lover!"

Ginny instantly lunged forward, however Ron was ready for that reaction and held tight to his grip on her.

"Eh, ah, ah, let it go Gin, let it go," Ron said smiling knowingly towards Pansy and Blaise. "Go to class before I have to give you a detention," he mumbled to her and then spoke louder as he spoke again. "Can I trust you to be calm if I let go?"

"Let go and lets find out."

"Ginny!" Ron growled out. "Are You Good?" he grounded out pronouncing each word forcefully.

"I'M GOOD!" she yelled pushing into Ron's hold on her, forcing him to let go. "Merlin! I can't even get a break on my first day back!"

"You're getting one from me," Ron informed her. "Go to Potions."

She turned around and pouted to him. "What am I supposed to do about my book?"

Ron smiled softly down at his baby sister. "He's not using the book today."

"How do you know?"

"The prefects, along with Head Boy and Girl know all of the teachers work plans. Another little game to keep occupied during boring days. They compete every three months in each class, of course separated by houses, to see who excels in which subjects. Okay?" he said as if he were offering a truce.

She took a deep breath. "Okay."

"I'll have a new book for you by tomorrow," he called after her, then to the crowd of people he yelled. "The scenes over, you can all go to your classes."

As soon as everyone had dispersed Hermione had jumped out of her surprised look. "Oh my!" she exclaimed placing her hand over her heart. "I've never…"

Harry laughed. "A-huh," he said and kissed her open mouth.

"You can get Granger to not say anything, but what makes you so sure I won't? Fifty points from Gryffindor for display of violent conduct, and twenty more because two, count them two, prefects witnessed it and did nothing."

"I stopped it," Ron growled in anger. "What did you do besides stare on in surprise?"

"Being surprised is my defense as is Granger's."

Hermione folded her arms over her chest and stepped forward. "Then seventy points from Slytherin for provoking the scene to happen."

Draco grinned broadly. "See, I knew you would do that, which is why I took into consideration the part about you whispering to your sister telling her to go before you had to give her a detention, and recorded it," he smirked and whipped out his wand.

Within seconds images fled from the tip of his wand showing Ron and Ginny.

"Go to class before I have to give you a detention."

"Go to class before I have to give you a detention."

Draco smirked smugly as he rewound it for the third time.

"Go to class before I have to give you a detention," Draco voiced over Ron's. "Now, here's the deal. I won't say anything on one condition," he said swinging up one finger.

"Why should we agree to that one condition?" Hermione snipped out.

Draco laughed…well if you could call it a laugh. "Well aside from being stripped from your authority I'll make Weasleys' sisters' life a living hell."

"What's the one condition?" Harry asked, speaking for the first time.

"Potter, you know what it is!"

"No, no way!" he yelled. "It's the only thing I have of the four of them."

Rons' eyes widened. "The…erm…map?"

"Yes," Harry ground out.

"Well you can't have it. So I guess you tell Dumbledore, we get stripped of our authority here, and you make my sisters’ life a living hell. Now see, the first two parts I'm fine with, but the third part…well, let me make it clear,” he said softly and then spoke with such a deadly warning that a shiver ran through a few people who’d stayed behind to witness the ending of what had started. “If you so much as look at my sister in the wrong way I’ll make you wish you’d never been born. You leave my sister alone Malfoy…or you’ll be starting a war you’ll never be able to finish.”

Draco clicked his tongue, flipped his white blonde loose hair out of his eyes, and walking backwards raised his arms up in a sign of welcome. "Let the wars begin."

La, la, la, la, la she's got the look.

To Be Continued…

Forgive me if some of my information on certain things is a bit off…