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Ginny-

“Hey Red, you ready to get your ass kicked?” Blaise calls from down stairs. I can’t help but smile at the casualness in his tone. Does he really think we can go on like nothing’s happened? It’s only been a couple of days since I found out who they really are.

“What’s he doing here?” I ask turning my head towards the door.

“I assume your usual lesson.” Draco says after he finishes pulling one of the floorboards free. “When you go down can you send up Teeny, I think I found another nest.” He adds with a sigh.

The work on the master bedroom has been slow going. Much of the floor has dry rot and there have been plenty of things living in the space between.

“Yeah, what do you think it is this time?” I ask getting to my feet dusting myself off.

“Maybe forest midges?” He answers thoughtfully.

“Great.” I shake my head as a head for the door.

When I exit the room, I feel a prickle at the back of my neck, which makes me alert. By the sounds of slow breathing and the smell of smoke and aftershave, I can tell he’s waiting just at the top of the stairs for me. His call had been from further away and with him being so silent I can tell he’s trying to take me by surprise.

After only a moment of hesitation as I assessed the situation I move towards him as if I don’t know he’s there. The instant I feel the air shift I duck under his grasp before ramming his stomach with my shoulder and jabbing my wand into his side.

“Good.” He says in a strained tone as I knocked the air from him. “Always be ready for an attack.” He adds the theme of his lesson.

I let out a short laugh at him before heading down the stairs and towards the kitchen. “Teeny, Malfoy needs you upstairs.” I say as I poke my head in.

“Yes Miss.” The elf says and a pop tells me he’s on the problem. With that done I turn back towards the front door. I’ve becomes so use to the house I can navigate it without much issue or thought about my surroundings. Though it may help that there really isn’t any furniture in the downstairs.

“Malfoy won’t like it if we mess his new house, we should head outside before any curses fly.”

“Where is the prat?” Zabini asks as he follows me outside.

“Still cleaning up the master suite.” I explain as I get into position in the little clearing in front of the house.

“Tell me Red, is it like living in a mansion?” Blaise asks trying to get under my skin.

I make like I’m thinking about it before I cast a quick tripping curse at him instead. When I hear the satisfying sound of a body hitting the ground and the air going out of his lungs I grin.

“You really want to go there after being a part of the group that burnt my family house down?” I ask him lightly.

“It should have been condemned years before.” Blaise says getting to his feet. “You going to keep blaming our side for every act of war?” He adds as he readies his own attack.

I only give a small part my attention to the conversation as I work to get inside his guard.

“You really saying the rebel army has done anything like that?” I ask as I duck under a curse and hold my own so I can be sure where he is.

“I don’t know…” He starts while I let my curse loose in the direction of his words. I hear him dive out of the way. “Maybe you should ask the Notts, or the Turpins, or maybe the Greens.”

“Who?” I ask getting my next attack ready.

“All families who have lost their homes to rebel attacks.” He points out and I take my chance to get into his space. “Civilian homes I might add.”

Without answering his words I use his own movement to trip him face first onto the ground and sit on his back as I work to get his wand.

Blaise turns over before I can grab it and the next thing I know I’m under him with his wand pointed at my throat.

I sigh and shake my head. “I almost had you that time.” I tell him trying to keep the whine out of my voice.

“You can have me any time you want.” He says lifting my hips and lewdly grinds himself against me.

I have a sudden flash of the kiss Draco had gotten so upset about and push him away. “In your dreams.” I say as I get back to my feet.

“Every. Single. Night.” Blaise replies with a wide grin in his voice, but I don’t hear him getting up.

“Prat.” I say without real conviction rolling my eyes at him.

I hear him sigh and shift on the ground. “Honestly Red I think we’re good with your training for now. You can’t take me because I know all your moves. You need to practice on someone else for a while.”

“Oh.” I say and sit down next to him with a frown. I listen as he shifts and feel a hand brush my calf.

“Are you really so stuck on him you won’t even consider having a bit of fun with me?” He asks suddenly.

“What? Who?” I ask my heart hammering in my chest as I pull my leg away.

“Potter.” He says sarcastically earning a scowl from me. “Draco, you dumbass.”

I flush a little at that and turn away so my hair falls over my face. “We just flirt sometimes.” I say lamely. “And that was before I really knew who he was.”

“Yeah, that’s totally what I’m talking about.” Blaise says knowingly.

“You’re kidding right? How can I like…” I shake my head. “It would be wrong to like either of you. I’m just here to get as much training as you jerks are willing to give.” I tell him stiffly.

“Because we’ve been your only real friends for a long time Ginny.” He says so honestly it makes my stomach twist. I hear him shift then as if looking around. “Look, he wouldn’t like me bringing this up again, but you know what happens when they find out you were here and that he lost you right?”

I bite my lower lip and nod slowly. I assume it would pretty bad by the tone in his voice.

“They’ll think he’s a traitor and they would be right.” Blaise goes on anyway. “The Dark Lord doesn’t kill traitors; he only makes them wish he had.”

“So I’m supposed to turn my back on everyone I care about?” I ask him tightly.

“They already turned their backs on you.” He points out.

“That isn’t the same thing. This would make me a traitor to my people.” I say but I can already hear him shaking his head.

“Look Ginny, you’re going to have to choose, and choose soon. I know it’s a shitty choice, but that’s the way life is.”

“This isn’t just turning my back, this would be hurting people.” I say shaking my head all the more.

“Look cupcake, you’re hurting people no matter what side of a war you take. Maybe there was a time when our side was evil and the rebel’s side was good, but at this point in time that’s bull and you really need to grow up and understand that.” He says more firmly than I’ve ever heard him speak.

“How about this, I don’t believe in your cause.” I counter straightening my back.

“At this point babe our cause would be self preservation for you.” He points out brushing hair back from my face. When his fingers trace over my neck I can’t help the goosebumps that rise there.

Draco-

Blaise says something and pushes hair back from her face. I watch as his fingers trace over the back of her neck and I can see the shiver that goes through her from my spot at the door.

I haven’t really seen my friend work so hard for anything before. Even in army training he only did things half-assed. I have to wonder watching him if he actually has some kind of real feelings for her.

I can’t really hear what they’re saying from my place at the door, but their body language is comfortable. Every so often, she’ll tense, and he’ll touch and everything will be soothed. He really is a master. She doesn’t even seem to know that she’s being manipulated.

There are moments as I watch them I feel the urge to walk over there and start a fight. I want to pull him away from her. I want to beat my chest and make my claim. The only thing that stops me is the memory of her face last time I tried something like it.

With a show of more willpower than I knew I had I turn away from them and head back inside. I know if I stay in that doorway, any longer I’ll give into my darker nature. So I head inside to the kitchen to get myself a drink.

With Teeny, working upstairs there isn’t a lot for me to do at the moment but plan and stew. As planning seems like a more desirable option I start mentally going over what’s left to do with the house.

The upstairs is almost complete, it will soon be time to start working on the rooms down on the main level. I’ve finished the kitchen so that only leaves the dining room, living room, and privy.

I think we’ve been enjoying eating outside for the most part, but it would be nice to have someplace besides the kitchen to eat in the bad weather. The dining room will be next.

With those decisions made I start to think about the edge Ginny and I are balanced on when it comes to this war. I need to show her the effect the rebel side is having on innocent people, but how can I really do that without risking us both?

I’m still thinking over this problem when I feel a hand on my arm. “Malfoy?” Ginny asks to get my attention.

“Finished so soon?” I ask with as much innocence in my voice as I can muster.

“Zabini thinks I’ve learned as much as he can teach me.” She says with a proud smile. “I was actually thinking it would do me some good to go for a walk and really clear my head.”

I frown at this idea; the forest could still have rebels near by. I’m not sure if they left after her disappearance or not.

“Would you mind if I came with you? Nothing to do till Teeny is done clearing out the master bedroom.”

She smiles ruefully at me, knowing exactly what I’m up to. “If it would make you feel better.” She says heading towards the door. “I know how much you need my protection.”

“Well yeah, there are wild things in this forest... like nymphs.” I say as I follow her out. “Just think of my virtue?”

“Oh yes, I completely believe you’re an untouched flower.” She says easily smiling more naturally at me.

“Are you saying I’m impure?” I ask enjoying our first real banter since she found out who I really was.

“Your exploits were well documented at Hogwarts.” Ginny tells me in a knowing tone.

“Scandalous lies perpetuated by my enemies!” I tell her knocking her shoulder lightly with my own.

“Of course.” She says in sarcastic tones.

We continue the nothing conversation for a while longer as we make a way through the woods. Before I realize where we’re headed I look up to see the small pond where I’d first spotted Ginny. I glance to her wondering if she somehow led us here on purpose. But how could she?

“Is that a spring?” She asks with smiling in a purely innocent way.

“It’s your spring my water nymph.” I tell her watching her close for her reaction.

“My spring?” She asks frowning as if she’s confused.

“Where we first met?” I offer cautiously. “I mean when I told you the lie, obviously not when we met back in Hogwarts.”

“I don’t…” Ginny starts seeming a bit out of step. “...I’m not really clear how that meeting…” She shakes her head as if trying to clear cobwebs from it.

“Why wouldn’t you remem…” I start to ask her when there’s a clearing of throats less than twenty feet from us. I look up cursing myself for not being more vigilant; being so close to where the rebel camp obviously still was.

“Ginny, step away from him.” The dark eyed leader of the rebellion says in a commanding tone.

“Harry?” She asks her body stiffening next to mine.

“Not just him.” I tell her in an undertone.

“Don’t you dare talk to her!” The bushy haired know-it-all nearly growls at me. “You took her away from her family, away from where she was safe.”

Ginny-

“Ginny, step away from him.” I hear the all too familiar voice command me as if he still had any right.

“Harry?” I ask to make sure I wasn’t just hearing things.

“Not just him.” Draco tells me in a strained undertone.

“Don’t you dare talk to her!” I hear Hermione growl and I tighten my hand around my wand. “You took her away from her family, away from where she was safe.”

“How many?” I ask not feeling the need to comply with either of them just now.

“Five including your ex and the mu… woman.” He says changing his words for my benefit alone.

“I said don’t talk to her.” Hermione repeats and I can hear her move closer to us.

“Send the other three away now or Malfoy and I Apparate straight to Malfoy Manor.” I announce turning my body so I’m facing the group. I don’t even have to say a thing before Draco puts his arm around my waist and positions us ready to Apparate.

“What has he done to you Ginny? What lies has he told you?” Hermione asks in her sympathetic tone.

“Do it now, or the next time you see me I’ll have a Dark Mark of my own.” I say surprising myself at how steady my voice is.

“Go back to camp, tell them we’re moving.” Harry orders in a steel tone. “No one is to come out here.” He adds before I hear some feet moving away.

“They’re gone Ginny, what do you want to say?” Hermione asks in a way that obviously communicates she thinks there’s something wrong with me.

I really didn’t think I’d get this chance again so soon after letting the elf take my memories. I don’t know exactly what I do want to say to them, but Draco starts for me.

“Stop talking at her like that.” He says not bothering to keep the anger out of his voice.

“She’s none of your concern Malfoy.” Harry says and I can hear the both of them are now moving closer to us.

“Yeah, and which one of us is she letting hold her against him?” Draco asks moving his hand a bit more freely than is needed for an Apparation. The touching is purely for show though as his hand never moves anywhere that would force me to hurt him.

“She’s confused. You’ve done something to her.” Hermione cuts in, her anger obviously on the rise.

“Oh I’ve done many things to her, but nothing very confusing.” He quips back and I can’t help the blush that rises on my cheeks with his suggestion.

“You bastard!” Harry yells and we both know it’s better to duck just before the spell goes flying overhead.

“Are you a moron Potter, or are you trying to kill your ex?” Draco asks as he tries to pull me behind him now to shield me from any further attacks.

I stomp on Draco’s foot to get him to stop then stand in front once again.

“It’s none of your fucking business what I do or who I do it with.” I snap. My silence now broken the words come without thought. “You made it quite clear to me that you don’t know a thing about me, that you can’t even see me.” I can’t help but let a single chuckle roll over my lips at this. “So very funny that it ends up you're the blind one.”

Then I turn to where I think Hermione is standing. “Do you really want to know what he’s done to me? Draco sees me. He sees that I’m a witch, not some broken little thing to be humored. Because that’s the most any of you ever did for me since the attack. Humor me. I realize now even the stupid tasks I was given were just to keep me busy.” I shake my head.

“Ginny we just want to keep you safe.” Hermione cuts in sounding more worried than ever.

“I don’t want to be fucking safe.” I feel like screaming. “Tell me about the Notts, or the Turpins, or the Greens. What was gained in attacking them?” I ask thinking about my conversation with Blaise a few short hours ago.

“Where are you getting these names?” Harry asks and I can’t read his tone.

“Their homes were attacked, why?” I press on.

I feel Draco slip his arm around my middle again, obviously satisfied that we won’t be attacked just yet, but a bit worried for our safety still.

“That’s classified.” Harry says his voice tightening. “Malfoy step back.” He adds making Draco pull me a bit closer.

“Sorry if I don’t really trust you Potter.” Draco says holding me firmly.

“Why do you want to know about those people?” Hermione asks saying the last words in the same tone I’ve heard Draco say mudblood.

“Because their homes were attacked by rebels right?” I ask getting a very odd feeling. Up until this point I was sure no matter what the rebels flaws, they were still the good guys. No matter how mad I was at Harry for what he did to me, he was still a good man.

“They were purebloods.” Harry says in a tone that makes me a bit sick.

“The Weasleys are purebloods.” I remind him, as it seems these two have forgotten.

“Not really.” Hermione defends without thought. “The Weasleys are... the Weasleys. Besides Rose isn’t pureblood, none of this generation will be.”

“What?” I ask hearing a ringing in my ears.

“Your family knows what is right for wizard-kind’s future.” Hermione says as if I’m not getting a very simple point.

“But there isn’t anything wrong with being pureblood.” I tell them wishing more than anything I could see there faces in this moment. “Just like there isn’t anything wrong with being muggle born.”

“That isn’t exactly true Ginny, you’re over simplifying things.” Hermione explains and she sounds a bit too calm now.

I take in a slow breath as I try to think of what I can say to this when I smell them. There are too many human smells around us now.

“Draco... home.” I say soft enough so only he can hear me.

I don’t have to say it twice before he Apparates us both back to the yard.

“I’m sorry Ginny.” He says the moment I pull out of his arms. “I had no idea those ideas went so high up.”

“What?” I ask looking back in his direction, barely controlling myself as I feel as if my whole world is being ripped away from me all over again.

“It’s known there is an anti-pureblood movement within the rebels, but the assumption has always been that it was a knee jerk reaction to the Death Eater’s extreme stated views. I didn’t realize the leadership held this view.”

“They’ve never said anything…” I stop myself as my mind flashes to a million small moments that add up to a completely new meaning. I take in a staggered breath as I work to keep the whirlwind of emotions at bay. “How could I not know?” I ask shaking my head in disbelief. “No, no it’s a trick.”

“Maybe. Maybe we just misunderstood.” Draco says hesitantly.

“It wasn’t them. What’s the likelihood we meet a group of rebels like that? More so the leadership... my friends?”

“By that pond, where I first saw you?” Draco asks making me shake my head.

“We met by a pond?” I ask grabbing on to anything that wasn’t the problem in front of me.

Draco-

“By that pond, where I first saw you?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“We met by a pond?” She asks and I can hear the panic on her voice.

“I think the memory may be muddled, by the elf magic. That pond must be near a rebel camp.” I tell her taking a step towards her. Honestly I could kiss Potter and the mudblood for their words. It can only help my cause if she can see that neither side are heroes.

“It can’t be them.” She repeats and I can see the tears are going to break her resolve soon.

I wrap my arms around her and she collapses as if the touch has given her permission to break down. I remember what it was like finding out my heroes were really only human. When I was a boy my father and godfather were all but true gods in my eyes. There was nothing they couldn’t do, or make right.

“Shhhh.” I tell her softly running my hand slowly up and down her back. We stay like that for a long while. I let her cry herself out and wait for her to make any move before speaking again. As time goes on I only make soft comforting sounds.

“I’m being dumb.” She finally says. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“You just found out there are no heroes my love, you’re allowed to break down.” I tell her softly, not wishing to upset her more.

There’s a long silence from her before I realize what I said and swallow hard. “I didn’t… Ginny I do care for you very much.” I say feeling suddenly awkward. “It just slipped out, I really didn’t mean to…” I start to babble unsure how this got away from me so fast.

She cuts me off from my confusion with a deep passion filled kiss. Her hands move up my chest and wrap around the back of my neck so she could pull me down against her lips. I settle into the wonderful taste of her. My dream could not even compare to the true fire in her.

When our lips finally part she takes in a deep breath. She’s still looking up in my direction, sightless, but seeing more than most give her credit for.

“Draco?” She asks a bit of nervousness coloring her voice. “Take me to bed?”

It’s my turn to stop breathing as I look down at the witch I’ve wanted. I know in that moment I could make her as my witch and never part from her again.

“I can’t.” I tell her surprising myself. “Not like you want, not tonight.” I say running my fingers in her hair while she’ll still let me.

“Why?” She asks sounding rejected and ready to pull away.

I grasp her harder so she won’t leave me so fast. “Because I don’t want our first time to be from grief. I want to be wanted for myself.” I tell her kissing the top of her head.

She turns her face away from me obviously embarrassed. “Fine.” She says nodding her understanding. “I can respect that.” She adds pulling away and wiping her face. “I’m going to clean up for dinner. Blaise will be joining us tonight.” She says and is gone before I can respond.

I sigh wondering if I made the wrong decision when Teeny appears at my feet, he seems to be covered in a layer of black goo. It gives me a bad feeling on how the master suit looks now.

“Teeny got em Master. Teeny smash em good.” He tells me proudly with a wide grin on his small elf face.

“I see Teeny. Does the room have any resemblance to yourself?” I ask seeing his towel is as dirty as the rest of him.

That gives the elf pause for a moment. “Yes um.” He says with a single nod.

“Could you go clean that mess for me, then bath and clean you towel?” I ask in a patient tone.

“Oh Master yous think of Teeny? You wants Teeny be clean and happy?” He asks happily.

“Yes Teeny.” I say thinking that I much more want him to not get that goo into my food or in my house more than he already has.
“You good kind Master.” He tells me before disappearing with a pop.
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