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Face of Evil	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 15163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N- Sorry this took so long to update! Please Read and Review!
Warnings: Angst, Exhib, M/F, SH, Tort,

Ginny-
I am escorted to the music room early this week so that I could meet with Malfoy for tea. I had hoped Tom would not have allowed for the meeting, but it seems he wants me to be friendly with my music teacher.
Draco was already waiting inside. He had set a small table up with tea and some sandwiches for us both. He stood as I entered and bowed his head as if I was some sort of queen. I roll my eyes and look down at myself. I am getting more used to wearing my underwear around the castle, but I hope that Tom will give me my clothes back soon.
He pulls a chair out for me and I sit down. “I’m still amazed out how controled you can be around a Weasley.” I say trying to get a reaction out of him.
He smirks obviously knowing what I am trying for. “As I said before, you are no longer a Weasley.” he says with ease and pours up both some tea. “You are the Dark Lord’s Lioness, and should be respected as such.”
“Well you are still a murderous git to me.” I snap and fold my arms over my chest.
“I don’t believe you.” he says simply as he sips his tea. “Enjoy the tea at least, it is from the Malfoy special collection.” he says and waves his hand at my cup.
I sigh and sip the tea. It tastes odd at first, but then quite good. I spend the next few moments busying myself by finishing off my first cup.
“I don’t know what it is you want me to say.” I tell him and frown as I set my empty cup down.
He fills it again and smiles at me. “Honestly? I want you to say that when you decide to finally accept what you are going to have here you will make me your champion, or give me some other worthy title. I do not think I can advance much more in his Dark Lord’s inner circle without hurting my own family.”
“What does a champion do?” I ask with a frown. It seems like the rich purebloods were always talking as if we were in a time long past.
“A champion is the protector of the Queen, or Dark Lady in your case.” He says as if it were simple.
“The only person I need to be protected from his your Dark Lord.” I say picking up my tea again.
He chuckles at me and smiles like I am a child that doesn’t understand what I am talking about. “There are many more people you need protecting from my Lady. The Dark Lord has many enemies.” he says almost kindly.
“And I am one of them.” I point out and look into Draco eyes with my chin set stubbornly.
He looks like he is about to all out laugh in my face, but he holds back. “Enemies a whole lot scarier than yourself, or even your Order if it was still around.”
“No one from the Order lives?” I ask, my mind latching on to the information that was not the focus of his statement.
“Some of them still live, such as pieces of your family.” he points out. “Some of them are even free...” he says with a frown and then adds. “...for now, but they are no longer the Order of the Phoenix. That Order was crushed the moment the Dark Lord took his new face.”
I look down at my hands and bite the inside of my cheek so I won’t cry or throw something at this information. I guess it really isn't news, but it still hurt for it to be confirmed.
“You shouldn’t think of such things. Those people will no longer be a part of your life. You need to build a new one here. You could have such a good life here my Lady, don’t you see that?” He asks softly.
“Do you really think it is in me to live the life you all want me to with my friends and family as slaves or worse?” I ask and look up to him again.
“I think you have no other choice my Lady.” he says as he looks back into my eyes. “I think if you truly wish to help those you love, you would give up your pride and do what was expected of you.” he adds firmly.
“They’ll hate me if I become what he wants me to be.” I say softly and then look up at him. “I could never damage those who want to fight against him.” I say knowing that is Tom’s goal in the end.
“You think what you want my Lady. It is not my concern when you decide to give in, but we both know you will.” he says with a sneer. “What I am asking is that you see how much help I can be to you, then and even now.” he smiles again.
“What help can you be to me now?” I ask as I look back into his gray eyes.
“Not only do I have regular access to Miss. Lovegood, I also can get access to much of your family. I could move messages between you if you would like.” he says with a knowing smile.
I narrow my eyes at his offer. There has to be some kind of trick. “What do you want in return?” I ask cautiously.
“A promise to be made your Champion once he lets you have such staff.” he answers simply.
“This post you keep asking for must be very... important.” I ask still not trusting him.
“One of most important.” he says simply.
She chew on the side of my mouth. It isn’t like I will ever care about the politics of this government. “Fine, but I am not making any promises until I hear from my brothers.” I tell him firmly.
“Get my letters for each of them... besides for Ron. I am sorry but I have no way of getting to him.” he says apologetically. “Get me letters for the rest by our lesson next week.”
“Where is Ron?” I ask with a frown. I look down thinking of the dungeons Tom had mentioned before.
“Oh that information will cost you.” he says leaning back in his chair.
“Cost me what?” I ask and look back at him.
“Information about Miss Lovegood.” He says looking at me more seriously.
“What kind of information?” I ask with a deeper frown. I wasn’t about to get my friend in trouble.
“I need something to give me an edge. Something that will make her forget about Blaise.” he tells in a very calculated tone.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, finding myself very confused by the turn in the conversation.
“I am trying to woo your friend. After much thought I have decided she would make an acceptable wife. I want some secret way into her favor.”
“Luna would never go for someone like you or Zabini.” I say firmly. I don’t like how he is talking about my friend. The idea of her being trapped with him sends a shiver down my spine.
He laughs and I see a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Oh, but she has already been with Blaise you see, that is why I need the help. Though I don’t think Blaise has such nice plans for her. More than likely he will use her until he gets bored and then toss her aside like he does most women.”
“Why would you want to marry her then?” I ask. I don’t really believe that my friend would do what he is saying, but there is a new world outside of Hogwarts that I do not fully understand.
“As a member of his inner circle, I am expected to show support for the new laws. Which means I need a wife sooner rather than later. My reasons for choosing Luna are my own. I will take care of your friend, she will want for nothing as my wife.” I says firmly as if it was something I worried about.
“I don’t think I can help you trick my friend.” I say more weakly than I had a few minutes ago.
“I don’t wish to trick her, I just want ideas for things she would like. Something that would move her. She does not seem like the type of girl I can woo with chocolates, flowers, and diamonds.”
She sigh and bite my lower lip. “So you only want some kind of gift idea?” I ask, thinking it wouldn’t be so bad to tell him.
“Well, a gift that gave some insight into how her head works would be better.” he says, but I can tell by his voice he knows my resolve is breaking.
I sigh and taking in a deep breath. “Then you will tell me what you know about my brother Ron.” I state and look directly into his eyes.
“Yes.” Malfoy says firmly.
“Luna...” I start as I try to find the right words. “She notices the small details of things others take for granted. She sees the beauty in everyday objects. Find something beautiful that others would overlook.” I say and look at him to make sure he understands.
A smile spreads across his face and he nods. “Yes, I think that will be very helpful.” he says and rubs his chin.
“So where is my brother?” I press, wanting him to tell me before he changes his mind.
“Your brother is a fugitive.”
Luna-
I sit at my desk making notes on things I wish to ask the woman I am interviewing that day. I cannot keep myself from looking at my door every few minutes. It is a habit I have formed over the last week.
Blaise has taken to running hot and cold to keep me off balance. Most of the time he is nothing but professional, he no longer even asks if I want to go out to the pub or for lunch. But ever so often he will grab me and press me against the closest surface.
It is always the same. I am trapped with him so very close to me. His lips move against my ear or neck, never touching the skin, but always being close enough so I know exactly where they are. He whispers about dirty things he wants to do to me. He tells me he will keep me in ecstasy if I only give in to him. He hasn’t mentioned marriage since the first conversation like this, but the undertone of all his words is that he wishes to own me.
The disturbing thing about his actions isn’t that the attacks frighten me, and always come without notice. The disturbing thing is how much I want them to come, how much I look forward to those moments, and how much I want to give in. I feel as if they last much longer my resolve will crumble, and then where will I be?
The door opens and my eyes shoot up to see Blaise standing in the doorway with his usual arrogant smirk. “You wearing that to Hogwarts?” he asks in his more detached tone.
“I was planning on it.” I say looking down at the simple gray suit I put on this morning.
“This is Hogwarts, you need something nicer. What if you run into the Dark Lord?” he asks and shakes his head. “There are lots of very important people there. I’ll pick you out something better.” he says and then turns and heads off towards the stairs of my flat.
I sigh and get up to follow him. By the time I open my front door I can hear him going through my clothes. I head to my bedroom and stand in the doorframe as I watch him put a few outfit together. I see this is going to take a while so I go over and sit on my bed to watch him.
When he glances over to me I see the look that tells me he will pounce soon and I try to get up and move out of this very dangerous room. I don’t get a few feet from the bed before I find myself pinned back against it. This time he has be wrist and had locked them above my head. I feel my heart racing as I look up into his mischievous brown eyes.
He leans in like he always does and trails his hot breath up the column of my neck before he starts his whispers in my ear. “Luna... give in, I can feel you want to be mine. Just admit it to yourself.” he says softly. “You are a smart little witch Luna. You know I won’t give up until you belong to someone. I might not even give up then.” he says and I can feel a smile form on his lips.
“Blaise...” I start weakly and press my body against him. I don’t know if I am trying to push him off or if I wish to be closer to him. I try to convince him of the former. “Please stop this. I told you... I’m not interested.” I say in a shaky voice.
He chuckles into my skin but doesn’t move a muscle. “We both know that is a lie, Luna.” he says and the way my name sounds on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. He feels my reaction and chuckled again. “Luna, think about what your other options are? Would you rather belong to a dirty old man?”
“I might not...” I start but he cuts me off.
“No Luna, it is me or someone repulsive and dirty. I will make sure of it.” he tells me as he presses his body down against mine. “I will pick someone so foul that when I come for you, you will beg me to take you away.” he tells me and I can’t be sure he is lying. “So why not give into what you know you already want?” he asks as he lets his hands run down his arms.
“Blaise, I can’t.” I say tightly and my hands move to his shoulders so I can push him away. “I have the interview.” I add to give myself more reason to push him away.
“We have plenty of time.” he says but he lets me push him away. Once he is standing he fixes his clothes and grins down at me.
“I need to change.” I reminded him as I slipped off the bed and shrugged out of my jacket.
He sighed regretfully and nodded. “I guess you are right.” he said and moved to sit at my vanity.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I set the jacket aside. “I need to change Blaise.” I remind him again.
“Go ahead.” he replied and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket before lighting it with his wand.
“I am not stripping in front of you.” I say and he raises an eyebrow in my direction.
“Why not? I would enjoy a bit of a show.” he says casually.
I roll my eyes at him and grab my clothes before I head into the bathroom to change. With a wave of his wand he closes the bathroom door before I can get to it and I hear the lock latch into place.
I sigh and turn back to him. “Blaise, I am not playing this game with you right now.”
“You only say that when I am winning.” he says before he takes a drag from his cigarette. “Forget about a year down the road.” he says waving his hand. “You know you want me Luna, and I want you, why can’t we at least have a bit of fun?” he asks playfully.
“Do you really want to know?” I ask looking at him and lean back against the door he just closed.
“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.” he says, he seems amused with my new tone.
“Because I can get lost in your Blaise.” I say simply. “I realize you have almost made it a profession out of manipulating women with your... attention.” I tell him honestly and he seems even more amused.
“You are a very smart little witch.” he says and watches me for a few moments before speaking again. “But you should know something else about me.” he starts and lets a self satisfied smile spread across his lips. “I want you. The more you deny me the more I will want you. The more I want something the more I am willing to do to get it. Do you really want to see what happens to your life as I get more and more obsessed?”
I frown at his words and shake my head. “You’ve already had me Blaise. Why would you still want me?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest. “I couldn’t have been that good...” I start but he cuts me off.
“You were delicious, why wouldn’t I want to taste you again, and again, and again?” he asks with a sly smile.
“This is getting us nowhere.” I say and frown at him. I walk over to the jacket I had taken off a few minutes ago and pick it up. “I will just wear this.” I say to avoid stripping in front of him. “We can talk more about this lat...”
“You are not wearing that.” He interrupted him and stood. In a few feline like steps he was next to me, taking the jacket out of my hands. He tossed to over his shoulder carelessly. “Our deal still stands and you will wear what I have laid out.” he adds as his fingers move to the buttons of my blouse and he starts undressing me like I am some kind of child.
It takes a moment for my scenes to return from the shock of having him so close again, but when they do I step back and frown. “Just let me change in peace.” I state and glare at him.
He sighs and looks me over for a moment before nodding. “Fine, but I will have my way in the end Luna.” he says as he moves to the door.
Daphne-
Sitting in the small court yard I waited for the Lovegood girl to arrive. I stared off into space as I let my thoughts just wonder where they may. I had to admit that this was all taking more toll on me then I would let anyone else know. I am sure the Dark Lord knew exactly what he is doing to me. All of his actions seem to very calculated, but what had I done to deserve this kind of punishment?
I am pulled from my thoughts as someone clears their throat softly. I look up and see the blond haired child that was here to to judge me. I force a pleasant smile on my face as I stand and reach my hand out to her.
“Miss Lovegood.” I greet her in the most pleasant tone I can muster.
“Miss Greengrass.” She returned the greeting calmly. She seems to have found her balance once again, as her posture reminds me much more of the girl I went to school with.
“They have set up an area for us to do this in the Chamber.” I tell her as I motion to the door back into the castle. We walk in complete silence and I glance over to her a few times as I wonder what weighs on the tart’s mind. I lead her down the black stone steps that lead to the obsidian main room of the Chamber.
There were a set of chairs placed off to the side of the main room for us. I took my seat and looked around as I waited for her to speak. I wasn’t about to make this stupid interview any easier for her.
“So Miss Greengrass, tell me a little about yourself.” She asks the very open ended question.
I wasn’t going to play that game. “What would you like to know?” I ask with a light smile.
“Well why don’t we start with what you do here at the castle...” She starts before she realizes how the question sounds. “...outside of your relationship with our Lord.” She added quickly.
“Well I am companion and social organizer to Ginny Weasley. I don’t really know how much I can say about what the position entails. As she is the property of the Dark Lord, it would be his right to eleborate of her current activities.”
“Do you find the job fulfilling?” Lovegood asks as she makes notes on my first answer.
“It is a stepping stone to bigger and better things.” I tell her with a shrug.
“What kinds of things? What are your ambitions?” She asked in the same polite tone she had been using so far.
I am getting sick of this game. I needed to lash out at someone, make someone feel smaller than I felt. This girl in front of me was weak, and ripe for my rage.
“Oh we are asking such perfect questions Miss Lovegood. You almost sound like an actual loyalist.” I tell her to get a reaction. When she just smiles I narrow my eyes at her.
“The Quibbler is published at the Dark Lord’s pleasure, Miss Greengrass. I would not wish for my actions to reflect badly on our government.” She says and I sneer at her perfect little response. I need a new line of attack.
“So let me ask you some questions Miss Lovegood.” I say a dark smirk coming to my lips. “Do you live up to the name? I mean love good, kind of sounds like a porn name to me.” I see her flush and I know I have her.
“I don’t think thats...” I cut her off as I can see she is already flustered.
“Oh you won’t tell me? Well I will just have to ask Blaise I guess. I heard you were fucking my leftovers, enjoying them?” I ask as I enjoy her redden and shift uncomfortably.
“Blaise and I...” She starts trying to deny it.
“...fucked.” I finish for her. I watch as she takes in a deep breath and tries to get her emotions under control.
“Once.” She finally admitted as she had herself a bit more under control. When I didn’t cut in she decided it was safe to continue. “Do you enjoy your activities with the Dark Lord?” She asks as she tries to unsettle me. The question only shows her weakness.
“Only once?” I ask as I ignore her question completely. “Then you must not live up to your porn name at all.” I say with a mock sympathetic tone. “The boy was insatiable when we were fucking.”
“If you really must know he is still insatiable.” She informed me and flushed more. “But I am not planning on putting myself into that situation again.” she told me firmly. “Can we get back to the interview?” She asks as she tried to sink back into a more professional tone.
“Not when you opened up this whole new line of questions!” I say and let the delight sound in my voice. “Put yourself into what situation?” I ask interestedly.
I sighs and I can see that I am still getting to her. “I don’t really think any of this is your business, so I don’t plan on answering any of your questions.” She says as she looks into my eyes. “we are here so you can answer my questions.” She says as she tries to take control of the situation.
“Yes well I am bored of that now, I am sure you can come up with the right answers to any questions you would ask me. If I am being forced to go through this farce of an interview I want to at least get to know the woman that has two Slytherins chasing her tail.”
“I don’t want any Slytherins chasing me anywhere.” She said and set the notes aside. “I just want to do my work well and live my life.”
I roll my eyes. “But you are a part of the game now little bird. If they both want you for more than just a quick shag you are not really going to get rid of them easily.” I taunt her brightly.
“What would you do in my position?” She asks with a more serious expression.
I lean back and think about the situation. “Your position? I would never be in your position.” I tell her meanly. “I would have already taken what I could from those boys and found someone better, richer, and stronger to move on to.”
“Is that why you are with the Dark Lord? He is the best, riches, strongest wizard in the world after all.” She points out.
I smile at her opening. “Yes that is exactly why I am with his Dark Lord.” I lie.
“But what happens when he is no longer interested in you?” She asks as she tries to turn this back into an interview once again.
“Even being the ex Mistress of the Dark Lord will be a position of power that I can use to my advantage.” I tell her and then turn the questions back to her. “You realize if why they both want you? I am certain they have both at least mentioned marriage?” I offer with a knowing smile.
“How did you..” She starts and shakes her head. “Yes they have both mentioned it, and I would love to know why they seem so determined.”
“Because Miss Lovegood you are weak.” I say as I enjoy the hurt look that forms in her eyes. “You are a pureblood woman from a good line and you will be absolutely under their control once one of them catches you.” I continue but I am not yet done playing with her. “And don’t think that once you pick one of them, because you will, that the other will stop pursuing you. They like to play with each other’s toys. Whichever one you pick, you will become more enticing to the other.” I can see her mind working, she knows just enough about the two to make my statement seem plausible to her. I have no idea if it is true, but it was only said to bother her.
“I won’t be marrying either of them.” She says softly as she looks at her lap and plays with her hands.
“No?” I ask mockingly. “Who else would have you with a Death Eater and another known loyalist after you?”
“I plan to wait until my time is up and take a Ministry arranged marriage.” She tells me as she still speaks softly as if she doesn’t want to even hear herself. “By that time they will both already be married so it will be safe.”
I laugh openly at her little plan. “Oh do you really think there is anything safe about a Ministry arranged marriage?” I ask once I get my breath back under control. “The first flaw in your plan is you make yourself into the girl who said no to both our boys.” I tell her and enjoy at her shoulders slump. “So you will still be an object of their pursuit. Then there is your actual husband to...” I trail off as I see Draco crossing into the room looking serious.
Luna looks up to see what made me stop and frowns herself.
“What are you doing here?” I ask curiously and then smile. “We were just talking about you.” I say giving him a bit of a flirty tone.
“The Dark Lord wishes to speak to me.” he says and I can tell he is worried. When I hear the door to Ginny’s bed chambers slam open, I start to worry for him as well.
Ginny-
I stare at the door in front of me. Over the last few months I have entered the private dining room many times. They even let me make my way here on my own as they know I have no hope of escaping this prison.
I was told I was expected to join Tom for lunch today which was a bit confusing. I was now eating dinner with him on a regular basis. It had quickly turned into part of a routine I had gotten used to.
The change in the routine scares me. What did I do? Does he know what Draco had told me before my lesson? Is there something else he has decided to punish me over? It will do me no good to worry until I understand more. I take a long slow breath and calm my heart. I school the features of my face as best I can, and push thoughts of my brother as far back in my mind as I can.
I push the door open and look to the floor as I go and take my usual seat. “Good afternoon my Lord.” I say in a quiet voice as I watch my plate.
“You seem worried lioness.” he comments from his place at the head of the table. “Have you been bad?” he asks and I can hear the lecherous and teasing tone in his voice. For some reason the tone sends a heat through my body that is not the usual embarrassment, but attraction. My heart races a bit once again, and it is not in fear.
I still do not look up at him as I speak. “I am just confused why we are having lunch, my Lord.” I tell him honestly because that is always much safer.
“I will be too busy this evening to dine with you.” he says and I can feel his body shift before I the touch of his fingers brush against my cheek. “I did not wish to miss our small time together today.”
His touch usually does things to be that I do not like to admit, even to myself. Today I can not help but let a small moan pass my lips and I flush as my eyes widen in horror as I have just admitted it to all who happen to be in the room.
I hear his delighted chuckle at my reaction and he lets his fingers trail down my neck to my collar bone. I feel myself shake as my body reacts to his attention. His hand pulls away and I am left breathless and wanting. I swallow hard as I try and refocus after the strange reaction.
“I like this new mood of yours.” he says in a note of amusement in his voice. “Maybe you are getting used to the idea of what you are to me.” he mused to himself.
I nod my head slightly as I try and figure out my own thoughts. Maybe I am getting used to the idea of being with Tom. Unless I have angered him his touch has always been gentle. He has respected me enough to never force himself on me. Would it be so bad to let some of the dreams I have about him come true?
When food appears on the plate in front of me I am glad to have something else to focus on besides him. I eat slowly as silence settled between us. I can hear small sounds of him doing the same. I still can’t bring myself to look up at him, somewhere in me knows it is just a bad idea to attach a face to the sound of his voice and the feel of his touch.
“What did the younger Malfoy wish to speak to you about?” he asks as I am about talk way through what is on my plate.
“He feels that at some point I will have power in your court.” I tell him this part honestly, as I have no reason to lie. “Once that happens he wishes to be a member of my...” I frown as the right word is just past the tip of my brain.
“Retinue?” he offers with a surprised tone in his voice.
I nod as the word seems to fit well. “He has asked to be my Champion.” I say as Draco mentioned the position many times.
“You would have to go though a great change for me to ever let you choose your own Champion.” Tom coments, but I hear something in his voice that I am unsure of. “That being said I am rather impressed with young Malfoy’s farsightedness. Is he the only one who has approached you about such things?”
I nod my head and I realize that is the first true compliment he has ever given to one of his people in front of me. “You respect the move?” I ask as I inspect a freckle on my leg for the hundredth time during the meal.
“I do.” he admits and pauses so long I think he is done talking. “It shows promise I was not expecting from him after his great failure to me.” he finally adds and I can help but look up at him in confusion.
I realize it was a mistake the moment I see his beautiful face. My heart starts to race again and a thousand wild fantasies about jumping over the table at him run through my mind. It is like I am truly seeing him for the first time. His features are Harry’s, but his expression is Tom’s and the mix of the two sends wildfire right to my core. He really is the perfect mix of the two men I have loved in my life.
At that moment I let myself except the fact that I loved Tom in those dark days when I poured my very soul into him. I loved him completely as I loved Harry later. This man in front of me now was both and I want him in ways I could not admit to myself until this moment.
“What?” I ask in such a stupid way as I fight my need to touch him. My fingers clutch the fork in my hand so hard that my knuckles turn white.
“Nothing to worry yourself about my lioness.” he says casually and then tilts his head as he looks at me. “Is something wrong?” he asks and I can see an amused smile form on his lips.
“I...” I start and look down to my lap again so I can get away from his beautiful face, but it is too late, and even in my mind I see him. “I just realized how beautiful you are.” I can’t seem to stop myself from telling him.
A very amused look forms on his face as he leans in and brushes the back of his fingers against my shoulder. “Is that so?” he asks playfully. “Is there something you would like to do about that?” he adds as he pushes the strap of my bra off my shoulder.
A shiver runs through me and I can’t help myself from looking up at him. “Yes.” I say breathlessly, and then blush as I realize I am letting myself lose what small control I had.
His eyes light up and his fingers run up the skin of my neck to cup my cheek. His thumb brush over my lips as he seems to study me. I suddenly want to taste him. As my close my eyes I part my lips and lick his thumb. I feel his thumb push into my mouth and I suck on it gently.
When I feel his hand pull away I open my eyes and look at him with a flush over my skin. “Will you come back to my room?” I ask trying to tell him how much I need him.
He smiles again and gets up from his chair before pulling mine out for me. “I would never deny such a request.” He says as he leans over my chair, and then bites my ear gently. I shiver again and turn my head to look at him. Unable to stop myself, and not really wanting to anyway. I lean in and kiss his soft lips.
My breath catches at how very good and right it feels to kiss him. I timidly reach my hand up and brush my fingers through his dark hair. I moan into the kiss and part my lips for him. Instead of deepening the kiss like I want him to he stands and pulls away from me.
“If we start this we will not be leaving the dining hall.” he says in a deep husky voice. I nod in agreement and carefully get to my feet. His arm wraps around my waist which helps me control my impulse to run to my room.
The walk back feel like it is going on for an eternity. All I can think of his how much I want to feel more of him against me. His thumb runs small circles in the on my side. It helps and soon I find we are at my door.
The moment the door closes behind us I push myself against him more boldly. I kiss him as I try to take what I need from him. He chuckles and pushes me back onto the bed. I grab onto the front of his robes so I can pull him onto my bed with me.
I feel his lips traveled over my skin and their very touch send electric jolts straight to my center. “Please more...” I hear myself beg as my hands moved to his robes and fumble to remove them.
“You are being most agreable my lioness.” he said breathlessly and I can tell he wants me as much as I want him. “What is it I owe the pleasure of it to?” he asks and I don’t understand. “What can I do for you?” He asks and I am really confused.
“I just want you.” I whimper as I try to pull him closer.
He sits up and pulls away from me. I whimper and look up into his eyes. “Where are you going?” I ask and he just looks down at me when I frown from a long time. “What did I do?” I ask meekly. I try and pull him closer again.
He pulls out his wand and does a quick spell that I don’t recognize. “Unfortunately my lovely, I have a waiting appointment I can not miss.” he says coldly.
I whimper again and I can’t understand why he is so mad at me. “What did I do?” I ask again as he moves further from me. “Please come back to bed?” I ask and I can hear the soft begging to my voice.
“I will try to return later my lioness, I will send Miss Greengrass in to keep you company.” he says and moves to my door and slams it open.
Why is he so angry?
Luna-
The more Greengrass says the more worried I get. How as I ever going to get myself out of this mess? “So you will still be an object of their pursuit. Then there is your actual husband to...” She trails off and looks over my shoulder at something. I look to see what she is looking at and I spot Draco walking towards us, oh this was getting better and better.
“What are you doing here?” Daphne asks him sounding curious. “We were just talking about you.” She adds and I am sure she is flirting with him right in front of me. It doesn’t actually bother me, but I am sure she thinks it will.
“The Dark Lord wishes to speak to me.” he says and there is something in his voice I do not recognize
Suddenly a door off to the right slams open and the Dark Lord himself stalks over to the three of us. “Mistress attend to your Lady.” He said and I don’t understand the words at first, but Daphne gets up and bows before rushing off to the room he just came out of.
I realize suddenly I am sitting in the chair still and with the Dark Lord in this sort of mood I am not sure that is a safe place to be. I slip to the floor and kneel with my head down as I hope he doesn’t notice me.
“Young Master Malfoy.” the Dark Lord says in a tone that makes me shiver in fear. ‘The boy who thinks he can outsmart his Lord.”
My eyes widen at the words and I can’t help but look up to see Draco expression. His eyes are cold and confused. ‘My Lord, I don’t know...” he starts but the Dark Lord cuts him off.
“Public punishment or private conversation.” he offers Draco and I can see him thinking about the right answer.
“Private conversation, my Lord.” he says bowing deeply to his Lord.
“Good. My office. Now.” he says and pauses for a moment as he realizes I am kneeling so close to the two of them. “Who is this?” he asks and turns to Draco for an answer.
“Miss Lovegood of the Quibbler my Lord.” he answers simply.
“Ah yes, so all your women are here. Good, bring her with you. I wish for at least one witness.” the Dark Lord says dryly before he turns.
I feel the color leaving my body as I look up to Draco in pure panic. What did I do to be put in a room with the most evil wizard of our world and time?
“Luna...” he speaks under his breath as he helps me to my feet. “While we are in there, do not think, even in passing of anything you do not wish the Dark Lord to know about.” he warned. I blink at him a few times and frown, why was he warning me? He was loyal to the Dark Lord, wasn’t he?
I focus my mind on what is happening in that moment as Draco leads me to a door which must be to the Dark Lord’s office. He knocks even though we were ordered to come here on minutes ago.
“Enter.” Comes a low voice and Draco pushes the door open and motions for me to enter first.
“Miss Lovegood, you may sit on the couch until I need you.” the man behind the rest orders as Draco is entering and closing the door behind him.
“Tell me what you slipped her Draco and this will be a lot less painful.” The Dark Lord demands without looking up from his desk.
Draco’s eyes glance to me and he frowns before looking back to the floor and taking a step into the center of the room. “My Lord I don...” he is cut off when the Dark Lord flicks his want in Draco’s direction and calls the unforgivable pain spell as if it is boring.
“That will happen every time I sense a lie coming from you lips young Master Malfoy.” he informs the blond and then sighs. It is odd looking between the two men. The Dark Lord so much older than Draco, but at the same time they look exactly the same age.
“Lets start with an easier question then, why did you feel the need to poison my lioness?” He asks Draco and I stiffen at the word poison. “Ah yes Miss Lovegood and my lioness were friends at some point. Is that why you hold your tongue? You do not wish for the innocent blond to know what you have done?”
“My Lord, if you would just send her out of the room I am...” Draco is again cut off by his own scream of pain as the spell hits him once again.
“That time was for asking something of me when you have already angered me.” The Dark Lord says as the screams die away. “Miss Lovegood come and stand in front of my desk.” He orders without looking at me.
I close my eyes and take in my breath, I need something to focus on while I am trapped in this room. As I stand I release the muscle that keeps the colors at bay. I know they were never something I should block, but that was how I seemed to live now, with a constant tightened muscle of the mind grasping to hold back a piece of myself. It feels nice to release the hold, and it gives me more ability to focus on other things. I know it is a risk letting myself see them with these two, but I need the extra attention I give to the task of holding them at bay.
I moved to stand in front of the desk as I was ordered and keep my eyes closed so I do not have to see what truly surrounds the Dark Lord.
“Face Malfoy.” He orders and I comply readily. Draco would be much easier to take, it wasn’t as if Blaise had been that bad to see. “Look at her.” his order now directed at Draco.
I open my eyes to see as Draco looks up at me from his place on the ground. He must have fallen during one of the spells but I had not been watching. The color of pain overshadows anything else as I look down at him with concern in my eyes.
“Your father has told me of you plans with this one.” the Dark Lord starts and I have to fight the impulse to turn to look at the evil wizard at my back. “She is a fine choice really. She would make you beautiful pureblood noble children.” He says in such a way that makes my skin crawl. “But you actions today call into question of your worth of such a prize. So tell me what you poisoned my lioness with or I will have to take actions to keep her out of your grasp.”
Draco’s shoulders slumped and he looked at the floor. The pain was subsiding a bit and I could see disappointment bloom slightly. “I gave her a small amount of Alursion potion that contained your hair my Lord.” he says in a defeated voice.
I feel a small amount of relief as he identifies this poison they were speaking of. I had thought it was something deadly. Instead it was something just wrong. Alursion potion’s effects were simple. They made the drinking only see the good and appealing aspects of the person who was keyed to the spell. If the drinking had any sort of attraction to those good aspects that attraction would grow to the point it could not be ignored. Since the Dark Lord was still in Harry’s body, the effect it would have on Ginny is clear.
“Why did you try and fool, not only me but your future Lady, in this way?” The Dark Lord asks and I frown at the implication of his words.
I look down at Draco as he struggles to find a pleasing answer for his Master and I see something that makes me blink. Love now overshadowed the disappointment.
“I thought it would please my Lord if his lioness was more compliant to his pleasure.” Draco answers and looks up to his Lord again.
I feel a slight brush of the spell before it hits Draco and he starts to scream again. “What did I say about lying Master Malfoy?” The Dark Lord asks as he lifts the spell again. “I know why you pulled such a foolish trick. Do you think I have missed the way you look at my Mistress?”
I blink a few times as I see the love pulse as Daphne is mentioned. I wonder if Draco knows his full feelings for the rude woman?
“I desire her my Lord.” Draco admits moves into a kneeling position. “As I desire much that is yours. You collect ravishing women to you my Lord.” This must all be true because he is not punished for saying so.
“So you say your feelings for my Mistress are no different from those stray thoughts you have for my lioness?” the Dark Lord asks and I can hear amusement in his voice.
“No my Lord. I would not say that.” Draco admits after a moment. “Your Mistress and I, are friends. I feel nothing for your lioness but the lust you wish for her to inspire.”
“Friends?” The Dark Lord openly laughs and it is a chilling sound. “Well you have made a rather dangerous mistake for your friend.” He adds in a more serious tone.
“I am sorry my Lord. i would have never taken the action if I thought you would be displeased.” Draco says quickly and I can hear the Dark Lord moving around the desk. “I beg for your forgiveness.”
“Forgiveness can not be given until a punishment is dispensed.” The Dark Lord says and I feel a cold hand set on my shoulder as the Dark Lord moves between me and the desk. I shiver as he pulls my back against his chest. “Miss Lovegood? Do you have any ideas for a good punishment for my naughty Death Eater?” he asks smoothly. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. It reminds me of Blaise, but where the dark skinned man lights a fire in me, this makes my blood run cold with fear.
“I don’t know, my Lord.” I say and I hear my voice shake as much as my body is.
“I will gladly take whatever punishment you deem worthy of my crime my Lord.” Draco says but I can see fear surrounding him, or is that my own fear that envelops the room?
“You poisoned my lioness.” The Dark Lord says with venom, then his voice turns suddenly cruel with amusement. “So maybe I should poison your female? Break and ruin her before I give her back to you?”
“My Lord, Daph...” he starts but as he looks up he sees something that stops him. I feel a cold hand snake around and settle on my stomach. I can’t help but whimper as I am pulled even closer to the dark wizard.
“My Mistress is just a friend.” The Dark Lord mocks. “This is the one you plan to marry, is it not?” he asks and pushes my hair off my shoulder with a free hand. I whimper again, but the Dark Lord only seems to enjoy my fear.
“She is my Lord.” Draco said casually and I feel strange lips brush against my neck. I can feel the tears start pool in my eyes my trembling gets all the worse.
“I’m not going to marry him!” I finally get out in shaky tones.
The Dark Lord laughs his lips still brushing my skin when he speaks. “Oh? Why is that? He is rich, and well mannered, I have been told he is also very charming. Why would you not wish to marry such a man?”
“I don’t love him.” I say stupidly as if that would matter to the men in this room.
“Is there someone else you are in love with?” The Dark Lord asks as his fingers play with my buttons of my jacket. He is playing with me enjoying every bit of my fear and pain.
“No...” I say and take a deep breath so I can steady my voice. “I don’t think I have never truly been in love.”
His pulls the jacket I am wearing off my shoulders and I feel like my knees are about to give out. “She is so very innocent Draco.” The Dark Lord says as he sniffs my hair. “Makes me wonder if any man has ever touched her before?” He murmurs but I know he isn’t asking me.
“She has my Lord.” Draco answers lowering his eyes. “Not by myself, but by Master Zambini, her assistant.”
“How do you know this?” The Dark Lord asks as he undoes a button of my blouse.
“We had a bet on who could get to her first my Lord.” Draco says without shame.
“Ah” the Dark Lord says and pulls his hands off of me. I fall to the floor in front of him and start to sop with relief. I can hear the sneer in his voice when he moves away from me. “Then you obviously care nothing for her. I will have to think of a different punishment. Miss Lovegood you may leave.”
At his words I get to my feet as best I can and almost run to the door.
Daphne-
It took me awhile to calm down the obviously drugged girl. What had Draco been thinking? Did he really think the Dark Lord wouldn’t notice the rapid change in Ginny’s demeanor towards him? What would the Dark Lord do to someone who tried to trick him in such a way. I am sure Draco is good at talking himself out of trouble, but this would not come without a price.
I settle into one of the comfortable chairs in the room after I finally get Ginny to take a nap and calm down. Soon after I sit down to rest there is a soft knock at the door. When I answer it I find one of the Lord’s personal guards.
“I am to take you to his Dark Lord’s office Miss Greengrass.” He says and moves to the side to let me through.
I frown as a muscle clench in my stomach. Did the Dark Lord think I had something to do with this trick? Did Draco someone get himself off by blaming it all on me? I walk beside the guard down the short ways to his office. The guard knocks for me as I stand and wait for my summons.
“Send her in.” I heard the Dark Lord’s voice before the guard opens the door for me. I look around the room quickly as I step into my Lord’s domain. Draco is on the kneeling with his head almost touching the ground. The Lord himself is sitting behind his desk looking most amused.
“My Lord.” I say bowing as deeply as I can.
“Mistress, come sit with me.” He purrs.
Draco flinched at his words which makes me frown, but I bow my head again before I move around the desk to settle on the Dark Lord’s lap. I decide to keep my mouth shut and wait for someone to explain why I am here.
The Dark Lord’s hand idly pulls up my skirt so he can run his fingers along the inside of my knee as he speaks. “Tell me Mistress, have you ever been with him?” He asked motioning to Draco with his free hand.
“No my Lord.” I tell him honestly and am thankful for a moment that Draco and my relationship was never like that.
“So can you explain to me why he cares about you enough to risk my displeasure?” he asks and my thankfulness disappears.
I look between the Dark Lord and Draco as I try to find an answer. I shake my head and look to my knees.
The powerful man chuckles and leans in to whisper in my ear. “There is only one thing that would make a man like Malfoy defy me in such a way over a woman.” he says then pulls back. “He says you two are friends.” He starts to Draco can hear as well. “Let us see if you are as good of a friend to him that he was trying to be to you.”
“What would you wish of me my Lord?” I ask looking back to Draco as his eyes shoot up to watch the interaction in front of him.
“You have a choice. You can spend three straight days and nights in my bed. That is without the usual time I give you to recover. Or Draco here will spend that same time in my dungeon. I will not be as nice to him as I am to you.” he says darkly.
“My Lord please, I will take my punishment.” Draco tries to intercede.
“This is what I am speaking of young Malfoy. You care about something that is mine too much for your own good.” The Dark Lord answers and then turns back to me. “What is your answer lovely?” he asks as his hand runs down my neck softly.
“Well my Lord.” I start and look to my lap, unable to look at Draco as I answer. “Draco is my friend, and you offer me only pleasure. So it is a simple choice really. I would spend those nights with you.” I say knowing my answer will please him in more than one way.
He chuckles darkly and looks to Draco. “It seems she does care about you.” he says as his hand runs into my hair. With a sudden movement he yanks my hair back painfully. “Maybe if you would just see her for the whore that she is, you would not do such foolish things.”
He kisses my now revealed neck gently before he pushes me off his lap with rough hands. Not ready for the action I fall to the floor painfully but I make no sound. I have gotten better at taking the pain he inflicts and this has been nothing so far.
“Get up and undress.” The Dark Lord commands me. “Ginevra’s actions have frustrated me, I need relief.” He says and waits for me to comply.
“My Lord, may I go?” Draco asks as he obviously doesn’t wish to witness the Lord using me for such relief.
“No. You are responsible for my stress, you will watch until I am satisfied.” he tells Draco.
I stand and start shrug out of my clothes as quickly as I can. I know the Dark Lord is not patent when he gets into these moods, and he will only hurt me more if I make him wait. I am soon standing there completely nude in front of the two men.
“See how she doesn’t even blush?” The Dark Lord asks Draco. “Ginevra would blush and fight, but this one, she has no pride.” I can’t see what Draco is doing, but whatever it is it makes the Dark Lord chuckle. “Show him your body before I use it Mistress.” he commands then motions for me to face Draco.
When I turn I see the blond man looking at me. His eyes are trying to go cold, he wishes to seem detached and unfeeling, but he plainly shows the pain and anger in his face.
“She has a wonderful body for a common whore don’t you think?” he asks Draco as he pushes me over the desk. His hand comes down hard against my ass a moment later, but I don’t even flinch. “I asked you a question Master Malfoy.” he says in a low dark tone before spanking me again.
“Yes, my Lord. She has a perfect body.” Draco answers as he realizes the connection to his silence and my punishment.
“I wouldn’t say perfect.” The Dark Lord says as he runs his hand over my butt. “A little too thin for me. I like them with just a bit more curves.”
He leaned over me then and I can feel the soft fabric of his robes against my back. “I want you to watch his face while I fuck you Mistress.”
He stands and pushes my legs before I feel him shift he robes. I am not really ready for him when he thrust into me the first time. I cry out in pain and watch Draco as I have been ordered to do.
He flinches and watches me with something that confuses me in his eyes. I can’t place the emotion on his face, at least not with the distraction of the Dark Lord taking me in the most painful way he can find.
I know this would be better if I relaxed and let my body become more ready for him. I un-focus my eyes so I don’t have to really watch Draco and I start to imagine someone more pleasing doing this to me.
When I start to think about blond hair and gray eyes I let out a small moan as my body adjusts to the beating. I focus my eyes again and I watch as Draco looks back at me with that unnamed emotion.
“Please my Lord?” he finally begs “Please stop?” His pleasing sounds so strange to my ears.
“You know why he wants me to stop?” The Dark Lord asks as he pulls my hair back so I am forced to stand a little bit. I whimper as I see Draco flinch once again. “Because he is in love with a common whore.” he hisses and slams my head back down against the desk hard enough that I see white spots.
“My Lord? Please?” I can hear Draco call again as he makes a move to stand.
“You keeping begging and she might not survive my attention.” The Dark Lord growls as I feel him find his peak.
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