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Face of War	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 19603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- Hey everyone, sorry this is a day late! I was on vacation this last weekend and had no way to post on this site. As always a huge thanks to my beta Eclectic Pet for looking over my work. Hope everyone enjoys!

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Ginny-
The next morning things start to return to normal. Well as normal as they can be. Tracy and Millicent sit on the sofa together each reading their own magazine while they pretend to ignore Hermione. Hermione herself sits at my desk looking through one of my school books and taking notes.
I decide to see if I can catch up with homework while everyone is ignoring each other. I spread a few scrolls out of my bed and start to write an essay that was due a week before. I wonder where Daphne is in all this, or if she even knows about Hermione yet.
I look up to Millicent to ask when the door opens and my friend steps into the room. She smiles as she sees the other girls there and me sitting up in bed working.
“Well the Lovegood girl seemed to help.” She said before she spotted Hermione and froze. She frowned then and turned back to me. “Ginny what did you do?” She asks in a warning tone.
Hermione had looked up at Daphne’s entrance and almost smirked at the other girl’s question. “She is marrying your Lord to grant me this amount of freedom.” She answers for me.
Daphne turns back to Hermione and gives her her full attention. “And you let her give up something so important for you?” She asks not bothering to keep the disgust from her voice.
“I didn’t really have much of a choice in it.” Hermione answers.
Deciding they can have this fight without me I turn back to my work to block them out. I had the work half way done when someone touched my shoulder to get my attention. It was Daphne Still looking angry I would have made such a huge concession without consulting her.
“We are going to talk about this later.” She says firmly. “But I actually have something else to tell you.
“We will not.” I tell her straightening my back. “It was the right thing to do, you have no idea what she looked like when I found her and no matter how much of these games I have to play to protect those I love Hermione is one of them.”
Daphne sighs looking back to Hermione who seems to be back at her own work. “She said mostly the same. That no matter how much she asked you wouldn’t even let her turn down your protection. But that is up to you my Lady, I am here to serve.” She says sounding regretful.
“Good. Now what is it you wanted to tell me.” I ask pressing the conversation on.
“Our Lord wishes to up your guard before the wedding. He had given you five new position as well as having to replace the vacated position.” She explains slowly.
“Does Ginny get to pick her own guard?” Hermione asks suddenly interested in the conversation.
“How do you think Fred became one of her protectors? And Draco her champion?” Daphne asks as if it is plain as day.
Hermione purses her lips at the question as if she is thinking about holding her thoughts on the subject back. A moment late it is obvious that she has decided against restraint.
“We both know all this deal making and manipulation is only in place to give Ginny an illusion of power over her own life. Slaves are much more malleable when they think they’re your equals.” My friends says making my cheek redden in embarrassment.
Was I really being so expertly deceived? Well I knew I was being manipulated and I was manipulating the others in turn, but maybe that was just a pretty lie I told myself so that I could lay comfortably in Tom’s arms.
I glance over to the other girls in the room and frown. They were both obviously listening closely and I thought it would be best if they didn’t witness any further fighting. “Tracey, Millicent, you may go.” I say dismissing them then I slip off the bed and cross my arms.
Once the girls had left I rounded on the two who I actually thought of as her friends. “Don’t talk about me like that in front of them.” I say to Hermione taking all my will to keep my voice calm. “I know what this is Hermione.” I tell her shaking my head. “I thought I already made that clear, but doing it this way keeps my loved ones safe, and that includes you. If I fought like a lioness at every turn I would not have lasted the way you did. He knows me too well…”
At this she cuts me off shaking her head. “Only because you just let him in. Why didn’t you ju…”
“What? She should have just kept him at arm’s length and shielded herself from him?” Daphne cut in.
“You’re on his side, you have no say in this conversation!” Hermione snaps back.
Daphne laughs in Hermione’s face shaking her head. “You don’t know anything about me so don’t even pretend that you do. You know all the horrible things and tortures he did to you?” She asks not waiting for an answer. “I’m guessing he never actually raped you. Probably felt you were too unclean for his person?”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Daphne, but we could both tell the Slytherin was right.
“Imagine all that plus not being too dirty for him.” She says her jaw twitching. “That is the life Ginny saved me from. That is why I am loyal to her above almost all others. I have every right to defend my Lady in this conversation. And you should have defended her back when he got into her head. Maybe she could have been strong against his advances if you all hadn’t ignored her during her first year.”
I take in a deep breath and shake my head. “That’s enough.” I say looking to the women again. “This is the way things are now and no matter what you two think I actually care about him.” I say swallowing thickly. “And being with him helps me to protect people even if it is just a manipulation.” I say taking a calming breath. “So who do you think we should choose for the six positions?” I ask trying to get back to what Daphne was trying to tell me in the first place.
The blond blushes a little and looks to the door. “Well he actually, by my suggestion already posted two of the six positions himself.” She says looking from me to the door. “I was bringing them by to see you.” She adds slowly. “They’re waiting outside.”
I sigh and shake my head. “I’m not in the mood to meet more Slytherins Daphne.” I tell her tiredly and sit down on the end of the bed.
“No, you’re going to want to see them.” She promises and heads to the door before I can refuse.
When she opens the door two large redheaded men step into my room. I blink a few times as my eyes go glassy and my vision blurs a bit as I look over their scared and bruised faces.
I hear Daphne whisper something as I just look at my two eldest brothers. They look back at me. When I hear a door close I realize both Daphne and Hermione are gone. Unable to keep myself at bay any longer I run across the room and throw myself into their strong arms.
I hadn’t been able to see Fred since the attack, and it’s been months since I’ve been able to see any of my other family. I didn’t realize until this moment how much I needed them. The Weasleys were a tight knit clan, and it felt broken being disconnected from them.
“Do you hate me?” The question burst from my lips before I even knew it was on my mind.
My brothers grasped me more rightly for a moment before moving back to look into my face. I looked from one face to the other, my own wet with tears.
“We don’t hate you Ginnybean.” Bill says looking both sad and angry.
I note new scars on both of their faces and have to look away. “I just don’t understand.” Charlie says his hand moving to grasp my upper arm. “Why are you…” He starts and can’t seem to even finish the question.
“Rumors around the castle say that you willingly…” Bill starts and he can’t seem to finish either.
I swallow the tight lump in my throat and step back from them. “It’s a very long story.” I say unable to look at either of them as I speak. “But at its core is this simple fact.” I start taking in a slow breath so I can get it on. “I belong to the Dark Lord, and I’m going to marry him in a few months time.”
Luna-
My wedding was a large affair. Half of wizarding england came to show their support to one of the first noble marriages in the new regime. None of them really cared who I was, I didn’t actually have an real noble connections. Blaise was popular though and kept me by he side for most of the night.
The actual ritual was overseen by the Dark Lord and a few other trusted Death Eaters, but they had left to join the party before Blaise and I joined as one.
It had required sex to join us and I was glad we didn’t have to deal with witnesses to that. Sex with Blaise was as good as it had been the first time. The drugs in our systems replaced by power of the ritual rushing through us.
Even after the connection was sealed he pushed me and made sure I found release before he found his own inside of me. My lips moved and gabe Blaise the same words they had given Ron a month before.
I understood my words by then but he didn’t question me about them and I was glad.
Now I lay three weeks later in a sun filled room. Blaise forced me to come away with him for our honeymoon and I have to admit part of me is glad for it. In his family home in Venice it is easy to forget the troubles of England and the wizarding world.
He hasn’t let me put on clothes much since we’ve gotten here, but it seems fair since he hasn’t worn much either. The shaking connection we had back in England has grown strong as we spend nearly every moment together and really get to know one another.
I hear the shower running when I open my eyes and wonder what time it was. Slipping from the bed I walk over to the balcony doors and see that the sun is already pretty high in the morning sky.
I step out into the day dress only in long blond hair and look down at the small garden that adjoins this side of the house. The place is perfect. He knew I would find comfort in the old and beautiful lines of the house and city.
My mood darkens as I think about returning to England in a few short days. There is much I need to help with if the plans the rebels have for Ginny’s wedding will succeed.
A warm body moves up behind me and pushes hair from my neck before he tastes the skin of my shoulder.
“I want to make love to you.” He says softly while gentle fingers move around to my thighs.
“Aren’t you tired of that yet. I figured you were the kind of man that only tasted a woman once.” I tell him as he parts my thighs and opens me right there on the balcony. With a quicken breath I add. “And I didn’t realize what we were doing was making love.”
He chuckles into my shoulder as his hand continues its wicked task of making me want him. “I guess it isn’t.” He agrees with a nip to my shoulder. “But I like to taste woman as many times as they still feel good.” He explains simply. “The way you shake in my arms and respond to my touch, I think I may enjoy you for years.” He says as he pushes a finger inside of me. “Plus I want many children.”
“I didn’t think you were much of a family man.” I say as my hips move against his hand.
His free hand moves up into my hair and jerks my neck back so he can take my lips in a fierce kiss. “I want our line to last the ages.” He says once he breaks from me again.
A moment later he has me braced against the ledge of the balcony as he enters me from behind. I can’t help but moan as I fall into another round of carnal pleasure with my husband.
A while later when we are forced to stop for food and rest I get to look into his eyes for teh first time that day. I smile at him knowing full well that I care for him more with each day we spend together.
“You know I am more than likely with child already.” I tell him as I pick at the late of food hsi eld brought us. “The wedding rite had a fertility component.”
He smiles at me lazily as he picks at his own food. “But there is no harm and making sure.” He says looking up to me as if he isn’t finished having me that day.
“We really should do other things in this beautiful city besides have sex.” I tell unable to keep the blush from my cheeks when he looks at me that way.
“Maybe next visit.” He says waving the idea away. “We only have a few more days here before we have to go back for the royal wedding.” He reminds me with a frown. “I wish they would have waited a while longer.” He adds with a sigh. “Kind of takes away from our day to have them get married so soon after.
“Too much at risk until they get married. I’ve had a letter from Ginny, The Dark Lord has officially pulled her from school. He worries that the rebels may try again and doesn’t want her in any unnecessary danger.
“You gave up school.” He reminds me as I frown for my friends loss.
“I had a magazine waiting for me. It keeps one’s mind occupied.” I remind him.
“And shell have her queenly duties for her.” Blaise said moving toward to get out plates out of his way.
“You’re impossible.” I tell him as he scoops me up and carries me back to the bed.
“How can I resist when you look so delicious.” He says laying me down before moving over me. “I was just thinking how I could tie you up and torture you with the mouth for the rest of the day until you beg for release.”
I squirm under him a little at the thought and his grin widens.
I wake in the night still unsatisfied as my husband was very serious about wanting me to beg. Unknown to him I’ve been going back to England while he sleeps to check on things at the house and plans with the rebels.
Tonight though I frowned at my bound and and ankles and wonder if he maybe knew after all. I realize now that I should have given into him while he was awake if not for my sexual desire than for my more hidden plans.
“Pronti a presentare la mia luna nubile?” He asks in a sleepy but husky tone.
I can’t help the shiver that goes through me when I hear the liquid language flow from his lips. “What did you say?” I ask not understanding a lick of italian myself.
His hands started to trace over my overly sensitive form once again and my breath catches as he makes his meaning clean with actions instead of words.
“Are you really going to keep me this way until I give in?” I ask as he skillfully brings me to the edge of what could be a wonderful release.
“Even if it takes days.” He tells me as he pulls his hand away and taste the what is left behind on his fingers.
“You must be in need of some satisfaction yourself.” I say trying to see his manhood before he quickly hides it under a sheet.
“I can take care of my own pleasure.” He reminds me with a grin. “You on the other hand can’t do a thing about it until I let you.”
“This is a mean game.” I tell him starting to cool a little.
“And you’re enjoying every moment of it.” He says easily before going back to the work of making me edge once again.
“Please.” I finally give in, thinking he won’t know by this time I have more than one motive.
“Good girl.” He said pushing a finger inside of me. “Now tell me where you’ve been going around this time every night.”
I gasp arching my hips to meet his hand. “You little bastard.” I gasp as he confirms what I only briefly thought of the bondage game before. This was a plan to keep me in his bed.
“I’m not the one leaving our bed in the middle of the night.” He says denying me release again as he didn’t get an answer to his question.
I whimper as my lust addled brain tries to come up with a good reason for my little trips. “I’ve been going home.” I gasp and he pushes two fingers inside of me this time.
“Why?” He asks moving to over over me so that his lips can join on my torture.
“To check on everything.” I say as lips and teeth wrap around my needful nipple.
“What everything?” He asks and I can feel his more than hardened rob at the entrance to my core.
“The elves, the magazine, everything.” I say trying not to let out too much.
“Luna have you seen him? Are you two still fucking?” Blaise asks and I can feel a sudden surge of anger from him as he readies his hips against mine.
“NO!” I gasp realizing what he suspects. “I’m yours Blaise, only yours!” I scream as he takes me in the most possessive and brutal way he has ever touched me before. My body almost immediately clamps down on him as he finally gets what it's needed since the game became hours before.
“Mine.” He growls as he bruises my jerking body with each of his thrusts.
Daphne-
“I think she’s lost weight since our original meeting.” The designer says as she looks Ginny over in her white gown. “That would be usual, but the girl was a stick to begin with.” She adds as she pulls and pushes the redhead as if she were some kind of doll.
“I haven’t been hungry.” My Lady says to the woman trying to combat the probing fingers.
“Nerves are normal dear, but you have to have some meat to fill out my masterpiece.” The woman presses and shakes her head before adjusting the fit with her wand.
“I’ll try to get her to eat something this week.” I tell the woman as I look over Ginny in the intercut beaded gown.
The gown displays every curve of Ginny’s pette form, but in a way that isn’t lewd at all. She looks as if she was some kind of otherworldly being in the folds of shimmering white light. I wonder if the Dark Lord wanted exactly that. Wanted to seem as if he was taking some creature from heaven and devouring her before the whole empire.
Walking over to the mirror Ginny looked at herself in a tight frown and shook her head. “I don’t like it.” She says turning this way and that to get a view of it from all sides.
“It looks lovely my Lady.” I tell her glancing over to the other women in the room for help.
“You don’t like it?” The designer sounds as if they didn’t understand those words.
Hermione purses her lips as I’ve found she frequently does when she is holding back some kind of comment, but fortunately Milly comes to the rescue.
“I think you look beautiful my Lady.” The tall girl says giving Ginny a true smile.
“I think it’s a little frumpy looking.” Tracey helpfully adds a moment later.
“It’s just, I don’t feel, right in it.” Ginny says and notice her posture for the first time. “It’s too nice.” She adds after a second thought and shakes her head.
“Well maybe you should try to get used to it while the rest of us are getting fitted?” I offer with a regretful frown.
“Oh yes I have the base dress I think you bridesmaids should wear, but you really must pick a color.” The designer says happy to move on from the criticism of her dress.
“Okay.” Ginny says smiling in a way that doesn’t touch her eyes.
“Wait? I have to be a bridesmaid?” Tracey asks with narrowed eyes.
“I was told there would be three.” The woman glances to Hermione uncomfortably as we all know she will not be invited to the wedding.
“Yes, you have to be a bridesmaid. You are a twit if you thought otherwise.” I say before looking to Milly. “Why don’t you go first?” I ask wanting the most awkward of us to get some attention.
Ginny actually smiles at this idea. “I think I want them in blue.” She says after a moment as she looks over the blue robe Milly is wearing. The woman does look fine in the color and it pleases me that Ginny wants to be helpful to the others at least.
“Oh blue would be a fine choice.” The designer coos and shuffles Milly into teh bathroom to get her ready.
“Shouldn’t they wear green?” Hermione asks once the door closes.
“I don’t think green would look very good on Millicent.” Ginny says not getting the point Hermione was trying to make.
“I look nice in green, a pretty emerald maybe.” Tracey adds not really understanding either.
“I don’t think house colors have anything to do with planning a wedding.” I tell the other girl with a thin smile.
“Maybe it should when the groom in an heir to one of the houses.” Hermione says back in mock pleasantness.
Ginny sighs and crumples in on herself a little more at her friend's words.
I narrow my eyes on the bushy haired girl and will her to burst into flames. “I would assume that would mean his groomsmen will wear green, but the bridesmaids can wear anything our Lady likes.”
“Oh it is such a big decision though, do you think she can handle it?” Hermione asks mockingly. I really don’t think the woman understands how her jabs at the Dark Lord and Ginny’s life effect Ginny.
I stand and wish for the thousandth time I could pull my wand on the girl. After one of our fights had gotten to wands, or at least my wand, a few weeks ago Ginny had forbid me to even bring it in the room.
“Look, I know you think you’re helping, but you’re not. This is the way life is now and you really need to learn to go with the flow.” I tell her with gritted teeth. “If you can actually stop all your whining and think for a moment you would realize our Lady is going to become one of the most powerful women in the world in a week’s time.”
“In a week’s time she is going to fully give herself over as a slave and lose whatever small power she does still have.” Hermione argues yet again.
“She already is a slave!” I yell in frustration. “You all made sure of that when you formed your little half thought our Army. If you want to blame someone for how the world is now, look at yourself! Look at your friends!”
Hermione’s eyes widen in anger and she suddenly jumps over the coffee table to tackle me to the ground. There is a flurry of scratching and hair pulling as we go at each other in a way we have been wanting to for months now.
“STOP IT!” We both freeze as we hear the pain in Ginny’s voice as she yells. “Just stop it both of you!” She adds with a whimper. “Just...” She shakes her head and closes her eyes in pain.
“Is everything okay out here?” The designer appears in the bathroom doorway. I look between her face and Ginny’s and disentangle myself from the stupid little Gryffindor.
She does the same and takes a step towards Ginny.
“Is Millicent ready?” Ginny asks ignoring us both and giving the designer all of her attention.
“Yes my Lady.” She says wearily before stepping out of Milly’s way.
I smile at the usual awkward girl as she grins widely at all of us. The dress is a deep midnight blue with flecks of crystal that glimmer like stars on a tightly formed bodice.
“It’s perfect.” Ginny says smiling to Milly. “You look beautiful.” She says honestly and looks back to Tracey. “I think it will look nice on you as well, go try yours on.” She says still ignoring Hermione and me.
“Uh, okay.” Tracey says unsure how to deal with the tension in the room that she didn’t create.
Once the other blond has disappeared into the bathroom Ginny finally turns to look at Hermione and I. “This is the last time I’m going to say this, so I hope you both are really listening.” She says taking care with each word. “You both are important to me, and if you keep it up you are going to force me to find someplace else for each of you. If this ever happens in front of the Dark Lord, do you know what he would want?” She asks her eyes moving back and forth from me to Hermione.
“Ginny…” Hermione starts sounding regretful. “I don’t…” She tries to start again and Ginny just shakes her head.
“It’s not your fault that I’m here.” She says looking directly at Hermione. “But it’s not hers either. She is just trying to make a good life for me here.”
“If she was really your friend she would be helping you get out of here before…” Hermione presses but can’t bring herself to actually say it.
Ginny-
“Is Millicent ready?” I ask as I try to calm my temper over yet another fight between the two women I trust the most.
“Yes my Lady.” Says the dress woman, I think her name is Madam Maxim, before stepping out of our way so we can see Millicent.
“It’s perfect.” I tell the surprisingly shy girl and give her an encouraging smile. “You look beautiful.” I add as the girl blushes a bit. I look back to Tracey, not wishing to give the otehr two any more attention. “I think it will look nice on you as well, go try yours on.” I tell her really mostly wanting her out of the room.
“Uh, okay.” Tracey says looking akward herself suddenly.
When I’m sure Tracey is safely locked in the room with bathroom I turn back to my friends. “This is the last time I’m going to say this, so I hope you both are really listening.” I start trying to keep my anger from my voice. “You both are important to me, and if you keep it up you are going to force me to find someplace else for each of you. If this ever happens in front of the Dark Lord, do you know what he would want?” I ask them knowing that each of them have pretty good ideas of what would happen to them.
“Ginny…” Hermione starts sounding regretful. “I don’t…” She tries to start again but I just shake my head at her.
“It’s not your fault that I’m here.” I tell Hermione seriously. “But it’s not hers either. She is just trying to make a good life for me here.” I say motioning to Daphne.
“If she was really your friend she would be helping you get out of here before…” Hermione starts but she can’t seem to finish the thought.
“Before I completely belong to our Lord?” I ask her with a shake my head. “Where else would be safe for me Hermione?” I ask as I think about the way Michael and the others looked at me that day.
“This place is not safe.” Hermione argues.
“This is the safest place for her.” Daphne counters. “Just because it isn’t perfect, doesn’t mean that isn’t true.”
“If she could get away she could explain herself to them.” Hermione says not letting this thought go. “If you hadn’t made any deals wi…”
“Than they wouldn’t have had a right to rape her?” Millicent asks angrily. “I know what you think of our ways, and sometimes I can even understand why.” She says speaking more than I had heard from her in a while. “But don’t you dare tell her to go running to the people who attacked her. I don’t care what they think she did. If those are the good guys than this world in fucked anyway, mide as well be on the winning side because good is dead.”
We are all still blinking at her when the bathroom door opens “Ta Da!” Tracey says as she comes out in the gown.
Millicent turns shy again as Tracey really does look just as beautiful in the matching dress. Though I wouldn’t say she looked more so, I’m sure that was what the tall girl was thinking.
“You know dress fittings are supposed to be a happy girly day.” Tracey says as she looks around at us. “This is why I didn’t want to be a bridesmaid.” She huffs before going back to change into her normal clothes.
“I thought it was because she wanted to wear black to moan her chances with the Dark Lord.” Hermione says making the rest of us crack smiles.
“No I think that idea flew the coop when she watched Ginny get her Dark Mark.” Daphne says ironically.
“Dark Mark?” Hermione asks and glances to my arm as if she had missed it all this time.
I feel the blood rushing to my face. “Can someone help me out of this?” I ask not wishing to talk about it. It is odd that she hadn’t seen me in the right state of undress to notice it before now. I wonder if I was subconsciously hiding it from her.
“I’m sorry my Lady, I thought…” Daphne says looking abashed as she sees my discomfort with the subject.
“Ginny?” Hermione asks worry in his voice.
“It happened just before I found out you were alive.” I say as casually as I can. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”
“She was screaming in here for hours, Tracey actually threw up a couple of times.” Millicent says helpfully. “Lady Zabini said he had pressed the spell in bone deep.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I say turning to Millicent. “Help me with these buttons.” I press to distract her.
Finally taking the hint everyone let it drop. The rest of the day went without much event. Daphne looked just as lovely in the dress as the other two had and they convince me that Tom would like the beautiful gown the woman had made for me.
When everyone but Hermione had gone up to their own rooms I sat in bed reading a new romance novel. I was only a few pages into it when I felt her sit down on the bed.
“I know you don’t want to tell me about it.” Hermione starts hesitantly. “But the more I know about this new life you are so fiercely protecting, the more it will understand what it is all for.”
I set the book aside before looking at her. “I’m embarrassed about it.” I tell her seriously. “Everything Tom does to punish and hurt me embassies me when it comes to you.”
“I know I’m very judgemental, but the more I see how your life has been while I was in that cell…” She takes a deep breath shaking her head. “The more I worry about you.”
“Because I love him?” I ask softly.
“Because you think you love him.” Hermione says taking my hand. “In the muggle world we call it stockholm syndrome. It is when I person starts to identify and even seem to love their captor. The feelings are mixed up and confusing and I think it is what is happening to you. You’ve gotten so turned around here, and I worried you’ve lost yourself along the way.”
I take in a slow breath not looking at her. “I’m not lost Hermione.” I tell her shaking my head. “I’ve grown up.”
Luna-
I take a breath as we step out of the fireplace into Serendipity once again. I’ve been visiting so often I should have felt homesick for it, but I did. There is something peaceful as sleeping in one's own bed.
“Minty, we’re home.” I call out glancing to Blaise before I before I pull my hand from his and move further into the hall. “Minty? I call again before the elf appears with a pop in front of me.
“Minty welcomes Mistress and Master home.” She says with a small curtsy to both me and Blaise.
“What took so long elf? We need our luggage taken up.” Blaise asks in slight annoyance.
“Minty sorry Master. Minty will close her hand in the door!” She offers and I shake my head.
“That is fine Minty, is everything alright?” I ask shooting a dirty look at Blaise.
“Muffin in labor Mistress.” She explains apologetically. “Minty should go help.”
“Okay Minty, just tell me if you guys need anything.” I tell her ignoring my husband’s groan.
“Yes Mistress.” She says disappearing with another pop.
“It seems like we are on our own tonight.” I tell carefully. “I wish you wouldn’t talk to her like that. You know how much I hate it.”
Blaise takes in a deep breath and glances to the luggage. “We can levitate them up.” He says taking my hand again. “At least we have an excuse to go to the bedroom.” He adds as he enchants the bags.
“Bedrooms.” I say shyly before leading the way up the stairs so i can open teh door for him. When I get to the door I had the elves prepare for him I do just that not meeting his eyes as I open the door.
“This isn’t the Master suite.” He says setting everything down in the hall.
“I thought you would want some space of your own.” I tell him unsurely.
“Why would I want that?” He asks as if the idea is ridiculous.
“Well it is actually pretty traditional for those in our station.” I remind him still trying to play things casual.
Blaise moves so he can corner me against the door frame before he speaks. “Luna, we are married now.” He says touching my cheek gently. “We will live the rest of our lives together, why do I need my own room?”
I look back into Blaise's eyes and smile. “We are not exactly a love match are we?” I ask him as my stomach does little nervous flips. “I thought you might want to have visitors.” I add after a moment’s thought.
He sighs shaking his head. “I thought I had made myself very clear on our honeymoon.” He says sounding a bit tired.
“You made it clear you don’t want me with any other men, and that makes perfect sense, especially when we are expected to conceive a child as soon as possible.” I tell him logically.
“Luna.” Blaise sighs again lifting my chin and kissing me in a long and lazy way until all I can think about is his lips. “I want to sleep with only you for the foreseeable future.” He says as if it is serious matters.
I couldn’t help but blush at that and nod slowly. “All I was trying to say is that I understand what this marriage is.” I tell him trying to get back to my train of thought.
“What is this marriage?” He asks as his hand moves to play with my hair.
“You have saved me from a very undesirable future in Azkaban.” I tell him with a soft smile.
“I did it because…” He starts and I shake my head to cut him off.
“You did it because it gives you control over all my assets not related to this house or my title, and once I give you a daughter you will have control over those as well.” I tell him evenly. “I may be a bit odd, but I’m not dumb Blaise.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “Without you I don’t have a english title.” He agrees after a moment. “But I do care about you too, maybe when I set out to trap you I didn’t, but I do now.” He says honestly.
“I know.” I tell him leaning in for softer kiss. “But that doesn’t make our marriage based on the usual things.”
He chuckles resting his forehead against my own. “For my kind our marriage is based on very usual things.” He tells me before taking a step back. “Do you really want me to stay here tonight?” He asks motioning into the room.
I shook my head. “Mostly I just want us both to have that option, without you having to go some place uncomfortable.” I tell him wondering if he would actually leave my bed if I wished.
I knew it would be an adjustment to have someone living with me. I wonder now if I can actually pull my double life off still, with Blaise wishing to stay so close.
As if in answer to my thoughts Blaise sighs and turns to put his bags into the room I’ve set aside for him. “We need to get this part done, I want to have a quick go before I need to meet Draco.”
“Meet Draco?” I ask closing the bedroom door as he moves the rest of my luggage down the hall.
“Yeah, haven’t seen my mate in over a month, need all the news from the castle.” He says in a much more casual way than he is actually feeling.
“When will you be home do you think?” I ask trying to put more regret in my voice than pleasure.
He sighs shaking his head. “Late.” He tells me with a grimace. “But I’ll wake you up when I get here.” He adds with a wink.
I roll my eyes opening the door to the master suite. The moment the bags are set carefully in the room Blaise makes good on his words. He pulls me into my own room and slams the door shut by forcing me back against it.
We both give into carnal desire in the way we had learned well over our honeymoon. No one could deny my husband is an excellent lover, with little effort he has be moaning and panting while I am surrounded by the colors of lust and love.
I only hope that I am really nearly as enjoyable for him. I move back against him learning the things that made him moan and gasp as well. When he takes my thighs in his hand and easily lifts be against the door I let out a shuddering scream.
We discovered that if I have sex a lot more often than I had been, if I peak several times a day the prophecies don’t come with every act of pleasure. Every few days I would repeat the one I had given Ron first, or I would make some minor prediction about our day. BUt just now nothing but sounds of pleasure came to my lips.
Several orgasms later Blaise found his own peak deep inside of me. With us both panting from the workout her slowly let me down from the wall and carried me over to our bed.
“I’m going to make love to you in every room of this house.” He says as he lays me down and climbs in next to my panting form.
“Was that making love?” I ask him playfully, though I already know the answer.
“That is what making love will always look like for us my moon.” he says softly as he fiddles with my engagement ring while we lay next to each other.
I smile at him about to say something sweet when he stops touching and sits up suddenly. He turns back to me with hard eyes and I can see suspicion surrounding him.
“What?” I ask not liking the way he is suddenly looking at me.
“The Dark Moon shows the way for the hero to be saved.” He says in an almost dead tone. “You know what it means.” He adds almost accusingly.
I nip my lower lip and pulled my legs in on myself so I wouldn’t feel so exposed during this conversation. “I thought it was me maybe, the moons are my crest, and I’m darker skinned, but why would I want to save a hero?”
I lick my lips and look away from him. I don’t want to lie directly to him like this, but I can’t see another way.
“You have to tell me what you know Luna, it is the only way I can keep you safe.” He says taking one of my shoulders and shaking it.
It was the final straw and I spring from the bed to glare at him, no longer caring about my state of undress or the fact he just made love to me. “I am so very tired of you men trying to keep me safe!” I snap throwing my hands into the air.
I take a deep breath placing my hands on my stomach so that I don’t do something I’ll regret, like killing him. “I don’t need to be kept safe!”
Blaise watches me with a furrowed brow. “You need to tell me what the words mean, they were given to me I deserve to know!”
“You weren’t the first who got them.” I say straightening my back a little more. “Ronald received them first.” I explain wanting to hurt him for unknown reasons.
“What do they mean Luna? Does he know?” He asks and I can hear the anger in his tone.
“Not exactly, but enough.” I tell him watching his colors closely as he thinks. “I found a way, I found a person who could figure out how to save Harry.” I tell him knowing he won’t stop until he gets the truth.
His colors flashed frightened and I wasn’t sure exactly why because they were soon replaced with a flashing mix of colors as he worked things out in his head. “Potter is still inside the body.” He says nodding to himself. “But whatever your lover’s people plan to do will take him out and leave that body for our Lord.”
“Yes.” I say turning away from him as his colors settled on thoughtful and were calming in brightness. “Are you going to warn him?” I ask not looking at my husband.
“I don’t know yet. I would prefer not to.” He says throwing me off yet again.
I turn to look at him as I wrap a robe around my form.
“I would really prefer our Lord not know my wife is an Oracle. You know how obsessed with divination he is? I think he would demand I give you to him.” He tells me tiredly.
“I would never use any of my skills for his benefit.” I tell him more softly as I shook my head.
“How did you find this person?” He asks picking up on another problem that I would really prefer not to tell him.
“He was dropped off on my doorstep.” I say and I can see Blaise doesn’t believe me.
“That isn’t what it said, you said you would find a way, where did you find him?” He asks wanting all the information. “I will go into your mind if I have to.” he adds a moment later. “I’ve never before, but this is important Luna.”
“I’ve actually become rather skilled at Occlumency.” I tell him but know it wouldn’t stop him from trying. “I found him in one of the muggleborn camps.” I say after a moment and look to the ground.
“Why were… I’ll kill him!” Blaise says suddenly standing himself. “I will hunt that caward down myself and strangle the life out of his freckled neck!”
“Who?” I ask very confused by what he is even talking about.
“That dipshit pulled you into the rebellion!” He growls his hands flinging into the air. “Luna does anyone else know, how many of them have seen you?” He asks as if he wants to make a list of them to assassinate.
“Ronald has forbidden me from joining the rebellion.” I tell him with a frown. “None of them have ever seen me with him.”
“Than why were you in a mudblood camp?” He snaps not believing me.
“I was there to break out as many muggleborns as I could before the auction. I found out later they had already been moved to Hogwarts.” I tell him with a sigh.
“You just said you were a member of the rebellion.” He reminds me as if I didn’t know.
“You really are just worried for me?” I ask watching as he colors never shift to hate, on the contrary, they had settled into a protectiveness now.
He turns to look at me a bit stunned that I hadn’t known that before this moment. “I could give two flying shits about who’s on top Luna. My game is about keeping myself safe and in comfort. Now you’re a part of that.”
“I’m careful.” I say fiddling with my fingers. “No one has ever seen my face, not even Ronald. But I can’t just sit by and do nothing. I’ve placed myself so I can get good information and help as many people as I can.”
“Than how haven’t you been…” I see a light go on in his brain as he comes to the truth. “No fucking way Luna. You are not that fucking crazy or scary!”
“You’re one of a very few people that know now, are you going to turn me in?” I ask looking back to him.
Daphne-
I didn’t know if I wanted to leave Ginny alone with that stubborn little witch tonight, but I hadn’t had the choice after she dismissed me with the rest. I lay in bed now staring at the ceiling and thinking about the chain of events that had formed my relationship with the redhead.
I realize sometimes when I look at her with Hermione that being a Slytherin had saved me some of my childhood. They had grown up very quickly having to deal with our Lord more directly than myself or any of my friends. Now though the last of my childhood had fallen away. I was responsible for my actions in this life and the punishments could be far worse than detention.
As I say in bed thinking of all that would go if I did help Ginny in some escape attempt I shudder and shake my head. Her life is hard here I know, but it is also the safest life for her, and the one with the most reward. She handles him in a way that is beyond anything I could ever understand. I smile as I remember his words after her attack; she is my mercy.
When someone knocks on my door I blink a few times and sit up before the door opens. There is a moment if fear when I grab my wand before I see Draco’s tell tale hair. I let out a soft sigh and then frown as Blaise enters as well.
Once the door is closed I light the torches with a way of my wand and frown at the two of them. “I don’t do threesomes.” I say looking from one to the other.
“I’m a happily married man wench.” Blaise says with a grin and then frowns. “Well happy with my sex life at least.”
I shake my head and can’t help but smile at him. “Is the loon a tigress between the sheets?” I ask playfully before slipping out of bed and pulling a robe on over my nightgown.
“A gentleman doesn’t tell.” He says and then grins widely. “But since I’m no gentleman she is…”
“We’re not here to discuss you love life Blaise. Tell her what you told me.” Draco interrupts irritably.
Blaise sighs and sits down in the chair at my vanity. “Out little braintrust needs to decide what we are doing in reaction to my wife’s latest vision.” He explains pulling a flask from his pocket.
“The rebels seem to know what our Lady has been guessing at: Potter is still inside that body somewhere.” Draco cuts in. “They are planning to extract him somehow for merlin knows what reason.”
“Haven’t you read the marriage rite they are using?” I ask with a frown as I look from one of the other. “The Dark Lord is planning on pushing him out. He could have de…” I blink a few times as realization hits me, why hadn’t I made the connection before?
“What?” Both boys ask as they look for my answer.
“It is complicated ritual magic which neither of you bothered to study. Simply put the Dark Lord could have actually destroyed Potter’s soul with this rite. It would have destroyed the hero completely if our Lord had been the only man to ever be with Ginny.” I explain letting them make their own leaps in logic.
“That’s why they did it?” Draco growls sounding disgusted. “Why force her? She loves that full Potter, she would have done at least that to save his life.”
We all frown at this and shake our heads. “Maybe they didn’t realize that, they do think she is a traitor.” I point out still shaking my head. “So they know and they more than likely have some plan to save the boy?”
“I’m not sure of all of the connections but I’m sure it is going to have to happen at the wedding right?” Blaise asks as he rolls this new information around in his head.
“So what do we want to do about it is the question?” Draco asks looking at us now.
“If we tell the Dark Lord we know anything he will want to know where the information comes from.” Blaise presses immediately. “She is worth more to us if he doesn’t know about her gift.”
“So that is the down side if we tell and stop the rebels from taking any action.” I say thinking back to Ginny, unable to keep from my mind what she would want. “What’s the downside if we don’t take action and they somehow get Potter’s soul?”
Draco frowns at this and shakes his head. “I’m not sure what they would do with it. It would be a living soul, but all the magic needed to give him any kind of life is very dark stuff. Do you really think the rebels would be willing to delve that deep?”
I stood up and clenched my jaw tightly. “A gang of them got together and raped one of their leader’s little sister. I really don’t think they are taking this moral high ground.”
Both the men had to nod to this and I sat back down. “But having Potter in play again, how does that affect us?”
“Honestly? I think Daphne and I are well placed whoever is in charge. Ginny will protect us, and Potter will at least still trust her.” Draco says nodding to himself. “I’m just worried about you. Luna’s gone completely loyal.”
Blaise sighs shaking his head. “Yeah, right.” He says with mock amusement. “She is playing both sides already, I’ll be fine.”
“So than we do nothing?” I ask looking between the two men. “What is the point in having an oracle if we ever act on her words?”

“I didn’t say we do nothing.” Draco says before getting a slow smile.
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