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The Blind Nymph	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny-

I set off into the woods before I can really think about everything that’s happened so far today. All too soon my thoughts catch up to me. My mind replays the day that started out so good and went so wrong so fast. I keep running over that moment I realized Syler was Malfoy. I hadn’t let myself think about it fully before we fought our way out of that mess. It was like I rather be with him than let the rebels take me in for my own good.

It may have been because I didn’t recognize anyone that was there. That I felt safer with the known than the unknown. Though that doesn’t account for the fact that the familiar was Draco fucking Malfoy. It doesn’t change the fact that Syler is Malfoy. It doesn’t change the fact that Malfoy is a Death Eater.

Draco Malfoy. I start to think about all the fights he had with Ron and Harry in school. I think about all the mean things he’d say to Hermione. I try to bring up our own interactions and realize I was always below his notice in those days. How could such an arrogant little prick be my Syler?

Even thinking of Syler now I can’t help but feel a certain amount of safety and comfort. It makes me all the more angry as I think how it was all a lie. Could it all really have been a lie? I’ve lived with him for a month now, could he have been faking every single moment?

He took me in after what happened with Derrik and has been so kind. How can the brat I knew from school have been so supportive when I needed him?

Everything is still mixed up in my head and I really don’t know what to think anymore. All this mix of emotions running around in my head. Why has he been so kind? Why is he treating me like I’m this whole person when even my family treats me like a broken doll? What does he get out of any of this really?

The answer comes to me all at once and makes my anger spike anew. Harry. Ron. Hermione. The rebels. He probably thinks I’ll let him use me to get to my family. He’s already said he wants me to turn against them; it has to all just be a ploy for information.

I should warn them! I should Apparate back near the camp and warn them Malfoy is close. Instead I nearly collapse against the nearest tree as Travis’ words hit me like a wound. If this really were a plan to get my loved ones, why would Draco risk so much by letting me go?

It doesn’t help the matter that I know if I go back now they’ll whisk me away to one of the hospital camps to keep me safe for my own good. I don’t know if I can handle that, if I could survive that, and my self-preservation is too strong to let me try just now.

I told Draco I’d be back for dinner. What will my life be like if I really go back and try to act as if nothing has changed? He said he’d keep teaching me to fight for as long as he could. He said he’d let me run when it became too dangerous, but was that a lie. How can I know which is the better choice out of two such lousy ones?

I don’t want to think any more. This day has just been too much. My body’s tired, my brain’s tired, and I’m just so tired. I listen to the rapid pace of my breath and feel the burn in my legs. I’ve been running. How did I not notice I was running?

In answer my mind goes back and forth over these two futures that stand in front of me. If I go back to Draco, it would be out of complete selfishness, and if I go back to Ron, it would be martyring myself for the cause. Even I know going off on my own, half trained will only lead to my capture from one side or the other. When did I lose a side in this war? When did I become a free agent?

I think back to all the things Syler has taught me. Syler was a free agent; he wasn’t tied down by either side in this war. I laugh a little wondering if this was all a part of Draco’s plan. Or maybe it was my family that did it. They pushed me further and further away from the fight, that I feel no tangible connection to the cause.

While that was happening Syler came into my life. Syler who gave me respect and taught me real things. Syler who let me be helpful and was never overly protective. Syler who I still want. I stop at the thought. I want him? I want him to keep teaching me. I want to feel the light brush of his fingers as he hands me my morning tea. I want to feel his arms around me. I want to feel his lips on mine. For this last month, my want for him has only grown, but the question is; do I still want all of that from Malfoy?

“Tiny is bringing Miss food.” The little elf startles me as it drops something solid in my lap.

“I want to be alone.” I snap at her before I can think better of it.

“Miss must eat. Tiny brings Miss sandwich.” It explains firmly and I know Draco must have told her that he didn’t want me to starve or something.

“Fine, I have it. Now go away.” I tell her still not in the mood to deal with anyone, let alone an elf loyal to Malfoy.

“Why Miss is upset?” The elf asks meekly.

I realize then I must have hurt her feelings. Over my time with Syler, I’ve gotten to know his new elves and I can’t help but like them. They’re curious creatures. They try very hard to be good elves, but a lot of times, they just don’t know how to act.

“I’m sorry. I’m not upset at you. But I do want some time alone right now.” I tell her trying to be more gentle.

“Tiny think Miss stay with Master.” The elf says as I feel her sit down next to me.

“You heard what happened?” I ask knowing I wasn’t getting rid of her any time soon. “Did Malfoy send you here to talk to me?”

“Master sends Tiny to deliver food. Master say ‘Tiny you no bother Miss, she mad.’ But Miss seems sad no mad so Tiny think Tiny stay and help.”

I sigh and play with the paper around the sandwich she brought. I’m a bit hungry now so after a moment I decide to just open it. “I don’t think you can help Tiny.” I tell her after a moment.

“Tiny think Miss should stay with Master.” The elf says in answer. “Tiny glad Miss know how much Master care now. So Miss should stay.”

“Malfoy doesn’t care about me Tiny. He cares about what I can do for his career.” I tell her softly.

“Tiny know Miss not see, but she not know Miss not see.” The elf says putting such weight on her last word, I have to laugh.

“What am I not seeing Tiny?” I ask her feeling all the more tired.

“Miss not see…” The elf starts as she tries to think of the right words. “Miss not see Master’s love.” The elf finishes and I can hear her nodding in agreement with herself.

I have to laugh at this and shake my own head. “Draco Malfoy never loved anything but his own reflection.” I tell her firmly.

The elf huffs obviously annoyed with my response. “Master is good Master. Master keep Tiny and Teeny together. Master help Miss. Master want Miss. Master not take Miss.”

“Oh so he loves me because he didn’t rape me like Derek tried?” I ask shaking my head.

“No.” Tiny snaps sounding actually angry now. “Miss not feel Miss self. Miss would let Master have her if Master ask before.”

I blush at this and think about that. What would I have done if Syler had been more forward? My blush deepens, as I know I’d probably have fallen into his arms and his bed eventually.

“Let's say you’re right Tiny, what does that have to do with anything?” I ask taking my first taste of the turkey sandwich.

“Master not take Miss. Master want Miss. Master not take Miss because Master know Miss not know him. Master want Miss know Master.” The elf says getting more and more agitated. “Now Miss know Master! Miss stay with Master.”

“It isn’t that simple. Malfoy wants to use me against my family. How can I just stay with him and risk that happening?” I ask the elf.

She’s silent for a long moment. “That Miss only reason not stay?” She asks like there’s a simple cure.

“That’s the biggest at the moment.” I admit with a frown.

“Tiny take what Miss know. Tiny make Miss not danger.” She says firmly.

“You mean you can just erase any of the sensitive rebel information from my mind? Would I still be able to remember my family and friends?” I ask suspiciously.

“Tiny only take danger, then Miss must stay.” The elf lays down the law.

I lick my lips as I think about this new idea. It’s crazy and I don’t know if it solves all my problems. What if I go back and tell him and he doesn’t want to teach me anymore? I take another bite so I don’t have to answer right away.

“I can’t do back there anyway.” I tell her finally. “Not to my family.” I explain shaking my head. “Take the dangerous things I know.” I tell her, my voice shaking only slightly.

I feel her tiny hand on my face and the magic pulls at my brain ever so gently. Elf magic feels so very different from wizard magic, and I’m suddenly amazed by the power they have when they’re allowed to use it. When the hand falls away from my cheek I blink a few times and try to think about where the camp is, or even how many are housed there.

“I don’t know…” I say unable to hide the amazement in my voice.

Draco-

I’m already tearing up the guest room floor when I hear the small pop of the female elf returning from her mission.

“How did it go?” I ask tossing useless wood into a pile by the door.

“Miss say shes be back for dinner.” Tiny says though I can hear in her tone that she has more to tell me. “Miss want knows if Master want her back?” She asks in a strange tone.

I stop what I’m doing so I can give the elf my full attention. “Why wouldn’t I want her back Tiny?” I ask carefully.

“Miss want Tiny tell Master whats Tiny did.” She says looking afraid suddenly. “Miss say she come back if Tiny do this. Tiny think Master wants Miss back, but now Tiny not know.”

“What did you do?” I ask with all the patience I can muster.

“Tiny make Miss not remember things.” She says toeing the ground. “Miss not remember important things…”

“About the rebels?” I ask unable to keep the smile from my face. “She thought I wanted her for the tidbits of information she may have had about her organization?” I ask more amused than anything. Once I figured out they were treating Ginny like she was some kind of leper I was sure she didn’t really have anything of worth.

Tiny’s nod is the only answer she gives.

“Don’t worry Tiny, I still very much want Ginny to return.” I tell her and the elf actually sighs with relief. “She’ll get used against the rebels one day, but not like that.”

I go back to my work still shaking my head as my little Nymph tried to outsmart me. It’s true we may have been able to get some helpful things from her on the location of a camp or two, but since she was not the secret keeper for those camps it wasn’t worth much to me.

I decide to wash up before dinner. If she’s returning to me for the meal, I want to show her what a fully armed Malfoy can really do.

I groan as I find Blaise already sitting at our table as night approaches. “Not already?” I ask worried that my time was already up.

“No no, I just came to eat your food.” He says in a dismissive way. When I raise an eyebrow in his direction a smile spreads across his lips. “You said she was fair game once she knows who we really are.” He reminds me happily.

“Is that what I said?” I ask rolling my eyes as I sit down in my usual spot.

“Or something like it. It isn’t like you can say you have any claim on her now.” Blaise adds looking around. “Think she’ll show?”

“From what Tiny tells me I think there’s a good chance she’ll be back soon. Though I don’t know why you think you have any more of a chance with her now than you did as Travis.”

“Hey at least I’ve tasted that sweet tongue of hers.” He rubs it in.

“Only because I’m a gentleman.” I tell him stiffly as a flash of them on the ground replays in my head.

“Maybe she doesn’t want a gentleman. I mean how long was she with Potter, and you said she never gave him any either.” Blaise says as if he has a valid point.

“How would he know?” The distinctly feminine voice asks from just outside our ring of light. She was frowning at both of us when she came towards the table.

“It was only a guess on my part.” I tell her in way of apology.

She didn’t speak again until she was seated at her usual stop. “So am I right in assume you guys are actually sitting here discussing which one of you I would sleep with?” She asks turning to each of us in turn.

“Oh there wouldn’t be any sleeping.” Blaise chimed in helpful as always.

“I was simply pointing out to my friend here that he still has no chance with you.” I tell her trying to make this less about me.

“Today I’ve learned that the man I trust most in the world in Draco fucking Malfoy.” She says in a much too calm voice. “Oh and lets add his adorably perverted sidekick Blaise Zabini. So here I am sitting down to dinner with the two most infamous Slytherin pricks from my school years.” She almost laughs at this. “And they think I even care about which one I’d actually fuck right now?” She asks and her anger is now showing.

“Or later.” Blaise says just to be true to himself.

The moment his chair goes flying backwards I can’t really say I’m surprised.

“Ginny.” I say as my friend picks himself back up. “We don’t really care about any of that. You know what he’s like; his cock is the most vocal part of his brain.”

“I’m not fucking either of you.” She tells me firmly. “I’m not here to be your little toy.”

“All I want is to train you Ginny. Just give me a chance to show you what it could be like on our side.” I tell her reasonably.

“Tiny told you I’m of no use to you anymore?” She asks making Blaise frown.

“The elf told me she took away the bits of intel you had. Since that was never a care of mine, I could hardly say you’re of no use to me.” I tell her shaking my head slightly at Blaise when he looks like he’s about to say something.

“Than what do you really want Malfoy?”

“I want to see you be the brilliant frightening witch I know you are. I want you to walk into the Dark Lord’s court and show them what real fear is.” I tell her resting my hand over hers.

She pulls back after a moment looking down towards her plate. “I want to learn, but I’m not making any promises about what side I’ll fight for.”

I shake my head and sneer at her. “Ginny, we both know that you fight for us, or you let them hide you away. Those are your only choices.”

Ginny-

“The elf told me she took away the bits of intel you had. Since that was never a care of mine, I could hardly say you’re of no use to me.” He says in such a casual way I almost believe him.

“Than what do you really want Malfoy?” I ask tired of all the games.

“I want to see you be the brilliant frightening witch I know you are. I want you to walk into the Dark Lord’s court and show them what real fear is.” Draco says the words with such passion and belief it almost takes my breath away.

I can almost see myself, as he seems to see me. Visions of a strong powerful witch walking into Voldemort’s court and telling him to piss off almost makes me smile. But I know it’s a fantasy.

“I want to learn, but I’m not making any promises about what side I’ll fight for.” I tell him because I don’t want him thinking I’ve suddenly turned traitor. I love my family, no matter how suffocating they are.

I can hear the sneer in his voice when he speaks. “Ginny, we both know that you fight for us, or you let them hide you away. Those are your only choices.”

I glare right back at him with narrowed eyes so he knows how much I appreciate his insight. “You’re on a fine line Malfoy.” I warn him wondering if I could use one of the hexes he taught me against him.

“So you guys ran into rebels today?” Zabini asks seeming to be trying to interject a lightness in the conversation. “How did our girl do?”

I open my mouth to tell him off but Draco beats me to the punch. “She was beautiful Blaise. I think she took down at least five of them on her own.”

“I don’t think it was that many and I tripped on something.” I say trying to cover the sudden flip my stomach did at the pleasure in his voice.

“It could have been more, I was a bit distracted myself.” He presses still sounding as if he was actually proud of me.

“Well don’t expect a repeat.” I finally say unable to think of anything better and decide to focus on my food.

The two Slytherins continue to talk about the fight and I get a much clearer view of what happened today. I decide to keep out of it and just listen as the conversation turns to things they’ve never mentioned before. From what I can gather Malfoy is on the outs with the Dark Army because of something he did to a superior officer. Zabini is obviously his subordinate in the army, but I can’t place their ranks. Though nothing they say is any sort of intel I could give the resistance, it’s interesting to hear the difference in them. I thought they were relaxed with each other before, but now I’m feeling the real them.

Zabini leaves after dinner with promises to return with new information in a few nights. Once we’re alone again I can’t help but feel awkward around a man I thought cared about me.

“Tomorrow we’re tackling the Master suite. I finished the guest room today while you were gone. I even got Teeny to get a mattress for the bed in there with real sheets.” He says after a long silence.

I pull on the sleeve of my frayed sweater nodding to myself. “So finally you can have a good night’s sleep.” I tell him trying to sound friendly.

“No matter what you may think of me Miss Weasley I’m a gentleman. I couldn’t have you sleep on the floor while there’s another option in my house.”

“I’m not sleeping with you Malfoy.” I snap taking a step back from him.

“I hope this is the last time I’ll have to say this Miss Weasley, I’m a gentleman of good breeding. I don’t force myself on women. You’ll take the bed and I’ll sleep out here.” He says as if it was a simple matter.

“Oh.” I start embarrassed by the outburst. “No, I couldn’t take your bed. I can sleep out here.” I say a bit more shyly.

“I won’t hear of it.” He says a bit more firmly.

“I’m not being coddled.” I tell him as he tries to force shit on me. “If you’re going to be a git we can both sleep out here.”

Malfoy sighs as if I’m the one being ridiculous. “I’ve found it very hard to sleep so close to you in the past; it would be a great favor to me if you took the bed.”

“I don’t snore.” I tell him not really understanding his tone.

“No, you don’t.” He agrees sounding tired. “You make these little keening sounds that I find distracting.” He adds after a moment. “Honestly you have to know I’m attracted to you. I think distance would do us both good.”

I frown at this shaking my head. “I know no such thing Malfoy.” I tell him crossing my arms. “I remember school. You didn’t even know I was alive.”

“No I didn’t and I’m kind of relieved that I hadn’t.” He says in another strange tone.

“Why?” I ask scrunching my nose, as I can’t follow his thoughts.

He chuckles truly sounding amused by the question. “Let’s have a drink and I can explain the mind of my fifteen year old self.”

“Okay…” I start taking a seat back at the table as he pours us each some brandy he had the elves pick up for him.

He’s silent until he seems comfortable in his usual seat. “It’s simple really. If I would have noticed that one of my major nemesis had a feisty, ravishing little sister back when we were in school I’d have had no choice but to act.”

I laugh and shake my head. “And do what?” I ask taking a sip from the glass and enjoying the smooth burn on my throat.

“I would have stopped at nothing to bed you Ginny. I’d have tried my very hardest to seduce you and fuck you all so I could rub it in your brother’s face. I was a pretentious little prat in school.” He says as if it’s obvious.

“And you’re not anymore?” I ask a bit mockingly.

He sighed saying nothing for a long time. “We’ve all changed with this war. We’ve all grown and there’s no going back to being the children we once were. Now that being said, I must admit I’d probably still rub it in your brother's face were we to…” he paused in thought. “Enjoy each other’s company. But now at least I know there are more important things than getting back at Weasel.”

“Like trying to get me to go Dark?” I ask him not trying to hide the mocking tone in my voice.

Draco sighs again. “It isn’t about Dark and Light.” He says and I can hear a frustration in his voice. “It’s about Weak and Powerful. I want you to grow into your gifts. I don’t want them to hide you away anymore and you don’t want that either.”

“That doesn’t mean I’d just give up on my family and friends and kneel at Voldemort’s feet.” I tell him making a disgusted face at the very thought.

“They’ve given up on you. None of them understand who you are, or who you could be. If they did you’d never have come back here.”

“That isn’t a reason to turn my back on all those Voldemort would slaughter.” I tell him coldly.

“The mudbloods you mean?” He asks with venom in his tone. “Yes, let’s all protect the innocent mudbloods.”

“They haven’t stolen anyone’s magic.” I snap as I think it’s a ridiculous idea.

“No. No, they haven't, but as I’ve said before they’ve stolen our identity. They’re the reason you’ve been treated this way.” He snaps slamming his glass down.

Draco-

“The mudbloods you mean?” I ask her with a sarcastic tone. “Yes, let’s all protect the innocent mudbloods.”

“They haven’t stolen anyone’s magic.” She snaps thinking I mean the old tale we use on the masses.

“No. No, they haven't, but as I’ve said before they’ve stolen our identity. They’re the reason you’ve been treated this way.” I growl slamming down my drink.

“So if I were a Death Eater I wouldn’t have been killed or something for not being able to do my job of torturing and killing?” She asks sarcastically.

“No, you wouldn’t. If you’d given up, or said you wouldn’t try, than you’d have been tortured and discharged. But you didn’t up Ginny they gave up on you. Potter couldn't even see you as a woman!” I say getting more worked up than I should.

When I saw the hand coming for my face I didn’t move fast enough to stop the hard slap across my cheek. When my vision cleared she was standing in front of me with her wand drawn, every bit the witch I loved.

“I broke his nose, but I’ve learned some nice curses since then.” She warns ready to strike at me again.

“Look at you.” I say with awe in my tone. “It just makes me so angry, to think of this amazing witch that you are treated the way you described to me. You’re brilliant and powerful, you deserve to rule the world, not cower away from it. That’s all I want for you.”

“But that has a price.” She said lowering her wand. “To be that witch means I have to give up my family, my friends?”

“To be free you have to give them up, and that wasn’t my doing.” I point out watching her closely. “I’ve promised to teach you all you want to know, but to use that knowledge, to really use it, you have to join me.”

She shook her head still not lowering her wand. “Do you understand I’d never be able to face them, any of them, in a real fight? What use am I to your side if I can’t hurt the other side? What am I fighting if I’m not fighting them?”

I look at her for a long moment as I collect my thoughts. “You still have a while of training left before you’re ready to fight the leadership of the rebellion. You’re friends and family are only a few of a much larger group. A group that isn’t exactly innocent in all this even if they try to make it seem that way.”

I sigh shaking my head as she lowers her wand. “I’m afraid of what you want to turn me into.” She says softly.

“I miss my nymph.” I tell her suddenly feeling the loss of the relationship we once had. “I know you hate me for everything, for lying to you, but I don’t regret it. I liked when you could look at me without anger or suspicion. When we could joke and you made lewd comments about my virtue.”

She sat down again at the table and nodded slowly. “That wasn’t very long ago.” She points out successfully distracted from her tirade about what she can and can’t do.

“Instead of thinking about your overall position in this war, can we just, I don’t know, work on building some trust between us again?” I ask her wanting so much to reach out and touch her face.

She goes silent for a long time before she slowly starts to nod. “I think we can do that. But you have to start really being honest with me, or it won’t work.”
“I’ll be as honest as I can.” I tell her before deciding to reach out and take her hand.
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