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Face of Evil	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 15163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
A/N- Well it has been a lovely ride, but this is the last Chapter of Face of Evil. I hope everyone enjoys *evil smirk*
Kain- The myster of cell 14 is one that I may take to the grave *wink*. As for the muggle born question that is much easier to answer. As teh Blood Purity Act states they are considered 'propery' which stands to reason the Dark Lord has some plans for them. I am sure some escaped and others are being held and used for differint purposes. Tom would tell you of course he is still immortal, he is the great Lord Voldemort after all. It is not clear if this is true or not.
B- Very happy that you are enjoying the story. I do now know how many chapters there are, and that number is 14. Sorry... After you are finished reading this chapter you will have to let me know if you think there should be a sequal...
Pairings: Ginny/Voldemort
Warnings: Angst, CR, D/s, Fingering, M/F, Minor2

Daphne-
I hadn’t been able to get up the nerve to ask Draco to come with me to the hospital wing. I really didn’t want to do this by myself, but it felt like I would be crossing a line neither of us liked to mention if I asked him for such a person favor.
So now I sat alone in an uncomfortable hospital bed and waited for a series of potions I was supposed to take in a specific order. The healer had already come and told me about the process they were just now waiting for all the potions to me done.
This was not something that the students of Hogwarts usually needed. With how easy magic usually protected against such things, it was not something that was kept in stock.
I am fiddling with the ends of the sheets when I hear the curtain around my bed being pushed back. I figure it is another healer or nurse come to check on something so I don’t bother to look up.
“No one will tell me what is wrong.” Ginny’s voice comes from a few feet away.
“My Lady!” I gasp and look up to find Ginny looking at me with worried eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.” I tell her and when I really look at her she seems as tired as I feel. “Draco said you have trouble sleeping last night, he should not have let you come.” I tell her with a frown.
“Draco has no control over where I go any longer.” She says and walks over to sit on the edge of the bed. “It was only a bad dream, not a mysterious sickness that is supposed to put in on bedrest for the next week.” She says as she eyes me closely. “Are you going to tell me what is wrong?” She asks seriously.
I sigh actually a little glad that she is here, and I am not completely alone in this moment. “I…” I am not sure how to tell her, or if I will be punished if I do. I look to my hands to buy some time as I try and think of a convincing lie.
“I’m not actually as stupid as everyone around here seems to think. I was there when Fleur first found out.” She tells me as she rests a hand on one of mine. “They are making you… get rid of it?” She asks more softly.
When I look up at her my throat tightens. She is looking at me with such concern in her eyes and I hate her for it. I pull my hand out of her and turn to look anywhere but at the little princess that dares to pity me. She is the one people should pity. She will have to keep any children the Dark Lord gives her.
“Yes, they are letting me get rid of it.” I snap and take a deep breath before I look back at her. “But you won’t be so lucky. Now that he knows he can have them, you realize it will be you that carries his heir.”
She looks taken back for a moment then frowns and narrows her eyes at me. “Yes Daphne I know I have a hopeless future where the best I can dream….” She trails off and shakes her head. “I know what my life is now, I don’t need you to remind me.”
“Then stop looking at me like you pity me okay.” I tell her knowing I am letting my temper get the best of me and not caring.
She sighs and shakes her head. “I don’t pity you Daphne. I am just thought you could use someone here with you.” She says seeming less angry again.
I am still not used to being around anyone like Ginny. I am starting to wonder what it would be like to be surrounded by people who didn’t have an ulterior motive for every action they took. I look back to my lap and bite my lower lip. If she thinks I am letting her comfort me now, than maybe she will feel we are closer friends.
“Thanks.” I tell her softly and take a deep breath. “I don’t know why I snapped at you.” I say and force a half smile to my face. “You know you are being much too nice to me.”
“You are the closest thing I have to a friend right now. You know if you want I could come visit you in your room while you are recovering. Maybe bring you some books to read or something?” She offers a real smile on her face.
I nod and look up at her shyly, maybe I can spin this into something I can use. “I don’t really want to focus on me right now. Would you like to tell me what happened last night?” I ask in the most sensear voice I can muster. “Draco was very worried.”
She looks down at her hands as if she is trying to decide if she can trust me or not. “You can’t tell anyone.” She starts, which means this will be useful information. “But I think my dreams are haunted.”
I blink at her a few times and frown. “What do you mean?” I ask in my best concern voice.
“I dream about the shadow in the journal all the time. I dream like he is living inside my head. Last night I displeased him and I think he wanted me to see how much he could punish me for it.” She swallowed hard and looked up into my eyes. “Do you think I am going crazy?” She asks in a worried tone.
I shake my head. “We live in a world of magic my Lady, who is to say that part of that journal isn’t haunting your dreams. Draco said the pain seemed very real to him. It is a wonder you can talk today with all the screaming you did.”
“They gave me a potion to heal my throat.” She tells him and looks back down to her lap. “Please don’t tell Tom, I am not sure what he would do if he found out.”
“I won’t tell anyone Ginny, I promise.” I say with a smile and reach out to take her hand. “We really need to start trusting each other my Lady. We are going to be a team now.”
Before she can say anything else the healer comes in with a tray of potions. He looks to Ginny for a moment before focusing on me. “You are to take the first five in order from left to right. One right after the other.” He tells me and starts handing me vials so I can drink the foul tasting mixtures.
She reached out and held my free hand, giving me support when I couldn't bring myself to ask.

Luna-
It has been three weeks since I first visited Serendipity. I have gone back a few times, and with some pressure from Blaise I have decided to try living there for a while. It just seems so big for one person, but with Minty, Muffin, Mop, and Clipper there at least I won’t be lonely.
I am mostly done packing my small flat above the Quibbler when I hear a knocking on the door down stairs. There is only one person who comes to that door so I drop what I am doing and go down to let him in.
“Did something happen?” I ask as I close the door behind him and lock it tight.
“No, I just found out you are moving out of the city.” Ron tells me with a deep frown as he pushes back his hood. “I was worried you were moving in with one of them.” he says with a scowl on his face.
“No no…” I say and smile up at him for a moment before turning to head back up stairs. “I am moving to Serendipity.” I tell him on my way up.
“Serendiptawhat?” he asks as he follows behind me.
“It is the radcliff manor.” I explain simply. “I have recently gotten my inheritance from my mother.” I tell him and leave out Blaise and Draco’s involvement for now.
“Oh. I didn’t know your mother left you anything.” He says awkwardly. “But if it gets you away from the city that will be good.” He recovers after a moment.
“Oh I will still floo into work every day.” I say waving my hand. “I will just not be living in the city.”
“Do you think it would be safe for me to come visit you there?” he asks so softly I am not sure he wanted me to hear the question.
“Actually I think it will be safer. I can direct the wards to let you Apparate in and out of the house. No more coming and knocking on my back door.” I tell him with a smile. “You could come with me now, I was going to take a few boxes and send Clipper back for the rest.”
“Clipper?” Ron asks sounding worried.
“One of my house elves. I have four with another on its way.” I tell him with a slight blush. “They belong to the manor.”
“So they can’t tell that you are friends with the most wanted wizard in the country?” he asks looking a bit unsure.
“I don’t think they would want to tell on me. They seem to like me a lot more than Blaise that is for sure.” I explain with a smile.
Ron’s expression darkens the moment I mention my assistant. “You still seeing Blaise?” he asks in a tone that makes it very clear how he feels about the other boy.
“A little.” I admit with a frown and step closer to Ron. “It is actually not that bad Ron. He never did tell the Dark Lord about my prophecy.” I point out. “Why do you dislike him so much? He isn’t even a Death Eater.”
Ron looks into my eyes and turns a bit red. “I know his type Luna, he took advantage of you and I sure he is trying to do it again.” Ron says crossing his arms over his chest.
I sigh and bite my bottom lip as I look up at the red headed boy I had crushed on throughout my entire school career. “That night we were taking advantage of each other Ron. I wanted to know what it felt like before I was married off to some… one.” I change what I am going to say at the last moment so Ron doesn’t know about Blaise’s threats.
“You shouldn’t do those things with someone unless you care about them.” Ron tells me firmly.
“Well I don’t really have that as an option unless you are offering.” I ask with a smile, I just want to push him off his guard a bit so he will drop the subject.
He turns a bit more red with my words and looks to the ground. “I…” he starts like he has no idea how his sentence is going to end.
“Don’t see me that way. I know.” I tell him to let him off the hook.
“That isn’t it.” he stammers with a deep frown. “That isn’t it at all. Gosh Luna you have, well you are, I mean I used to think you were kind of.” he takes in a deep breath. “I think about you in a very unbrotherly way sometimes… a lot of the time.” he admits turning slowly purple. “But every time I do, I think I am betraying her memory. She hasn’t been gone that long really, and we were together at the end.” He tells him and looks at his feet.
“So you see me that way but you need a proper amount of time to mourn one of the great women of our day?” I ask gently.
“That is exactly it.” he says and looks up at me timidly.
I smile at him and take one of his hands in both of mine. “Ronald, you should let me know when you think you are past your mourning. I wouldn’t mind sharing sweet moments with you.” I tell him and turn away so I can collect a few things. “So are you coming to the manor? We can floo there so you get an idea of where it is.”

Ginny-
“I can’t believe he wants me to wear this to my own birthday party.” I say for the fifth time as I look in the mirror on the back of my bathroom door.
“You actually look rather perfect in it my Lady.” Daphne calls from the other room. “Will you please come out so I can do your hair?” She asks for the seventh time.
“Five more minutes.” I say and frown into the mirror. The dress was blood red and hugged my simple curves from my breasts to my upper knees where a large split in the front flared out into a small train. But what really made me uncomfortable is the fact that the neckline dove so far down my front that my navel was showing. Only magic was keeping this dress in place and it makes me extremely uncomfortable.
“You know I would kill to wear a Zuli original.” Daphne says calls as she is still trying to make me feel more comfortable in the dress. Finally I decide I can’t wait any longer and head out into the bedroom to face my fate.
“I think I look like a wanton woman.” I tell her glumly as I sit down on the bed so she can do my hair.
“Well you do, but that is the way the Dark Lord wants it, and you did promise to submit tonight.” She reminds me as she brushes my hair.
“And if I go back on my word now?” I ask meekly.
“More than likely he will kill Draco and I in front of you and then lock you in a cell much less comfortable than this one.” She tells me honestly. I like that I can count on her to give me the brutal truth.
“I just have to remind myself it is just one night. Do you know how many people are coming?” I ask as I work to not think about the ridiculous dress.
“All of the inner circle, and a few press. Not anywhere near the size of the end of the year gala.” She tells me as she tries to be supportive.
“Do you think Luna will be here?” I ask when she mentions eh press.
“Blaise is coming from the Quibbler, the Dark Lord thought Luna would just upset you.” She says and I am glad she had already asked.
“I don’t know much about Blaise. I remember hexing him once in school because he was trying to look up my skirt. He always seemed like such a letch.” I say as I try and keep my mind busy.
“He is most definitely a letch. Deflowered your little friend Luna himself.” Daphne says as if the information meant nothing.
“He what?” I ask pulling away from her so I can turn and look at her.
“Oh don’t look at me that way. He didn’t force himself on her if that is what you think. He is just a very smooth talker when he wants to be, and you know sex really isn’t that big of a deal.” She says and physically turns me back so she can continue with my hair.
“It is just so weird thinking about how much everything has changed I guess.” i say frowning as I think of sweet little Luna being groped by Blaise Zabini of all people. “But Luna has always had her own way of dealing with life.” I say and frown. “Actually Draco may have already told me about Blaise and her…” I say about a moment. “I remember him asking for my self in winning her heart.” I tell Daphne with a laugh and she pulls on my hair a bit tightly. “Ow.”
“Sorry.” She says and starts to curl my hair with her wand. “Did you give him any advice?” She asks in an overly casual way.
“A bit, we traded information, but i don’t think I gave him anything he couldn’t have figured out on his own by just paying attention.”
“You are going to look lovely tonight.” He says as she obviously wants to change the subject now. “You just need to keep your mouth shut unless someone asks you a question. We are not playing queen tonight, we are playing slave girl.” She says as she is obviously trying to help. Her own neck is on the line after all.
“I know. I am just going to try and keep my head down as much as possible.” I tell her and look to my lap. “But I may be distracted by my breasts if I do.” I add with a laugh.
“Better distracted then mouthing off.” She warns and walks around me. “So a little makeup and I think we will be done.”
I nod and run my fingers over my hair. She left it down in silky smooth curls. Harry used to tell me I looked wild when I felt my hair down like this, I wonder if that is the look we are going for tonight.
“By the way when is your birthday anyway?” She asks as she turns back around with a compact in her hand.
“Tomorrow.” I say with a half smile as I just let her work. “I’ll be seventeen you know.” I tell her sadly.
“A woman.” She comments and steps away to look at her work.
“Yeah, a woman.” I agree and try not to look too sad at the idea of spending my birthday with no family.
I spend the rest of the time getting ready in silence. and when we are just about done I can hear music start to play from the other side of the door. “What is that?” I ask with a frown.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Daphne asks a little too innocently. “The party is being held in the Chamber itself.
“I can’t do this.” I say as my blood suddenly feels cold in my veins.
“Yes you can. Don’t think of it as the Chamber, think of it as a really dark room full of your worst enemies.” She says as she tries to make me laugh. When it doesn’t work she frowns. “Draco will be there, he will protect you.” She promises.
“What if I have a panic attack?” I ask thinking about having to eat and maybe even dance in the same place I was tortured just a while ago. I still have to remind myself it was just a dream, but at the moment I was finding that very hard.
“He is doing it to knock you off balance my Lady. Don’t give in. Knock right back in the most submissive way you can think of.” She offered and took my hand. “You are a Gryffindor and you are brave. You can do this.”
“I can do this.” I say trying to believe it myself.
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” She promises with a small smile.
“I can do this.” I repeat and decide it is better if I don’t look in the mirror again.
“You can do this.” Daphne offers as she leads me over to the door.
The door opens and I step out into the main hall. The usually very somber room is decorated in red, and gold, with lions everywhere. I am his Gryffindor princess and he doesn’t want anyone to forget it. Some might take the decorations to mean he is spoiling and giving into me, but I know the truth. With such a reminder of my old life around, it will be that much more humiliating for me to willingly bow at his feet.
Many people are already there, milling around and sipping amber liquid from champagne flutes. The Dark Lord is sitting on the black throne that is normally part of this room, it too is decorated with golden chains. Next to the throne I see my stool from the council room and sigh as I walk over to him.
The band starts to play a lively tune as I enter, I guess I am the guest of honor after all. I work very hard not to look at any of the Death Eaters in the room. I know they are just giving me dirty looks anyway. I know it will be better if I get the real reason for the evening over with so I walk directly to Tom’s throne and I take a deep breath before I kneel at his feet as gracefully as I can.
The music stops and I know everyone in the room besides for my shadow Draco, and Tom himself are shocked by my actions.
“Happy Birthday my lioness.” Tom says in an almost sweet tone. “You look as lovely as ever.” He tells me as he leans down and takes my chin in his hand. He tips it up slowly so I am forced to look into his red eyes. “That dress was the perfect choice I think. Do you like my present?” he asks with a knowing glint in his eyes.
I swallow hard, I know he is just trying to bait me. “Yes my Lord. It is soft and lovely.” I tell him which makes him smile more broadly.
“I am glad my dear. Please take a seat.” he says and motions to the stool next to him. I rise to my feet and sit down, only now do I let myself look at what the others in the room are doing. Many of the Death Eaters are snickering. Those new I assume are press are scribbling on small pads of paper.
“I think this evening is off to a wonderful start.” Tom says in a very pleased tone. Draco moves so he is standing behind me, ever watching me as a shadow, but Tom acts like we are the only ones in the room. “What would it take for it to end wonderfully as well?” Tom asks lightly.
I know what he is asking so I just avoid the question. “I think I will go get a drink.” I say and move to stand again.
“Sit, a drink will come to you.” he says and waves a floating gold tray over to us before he plucks a flute from it and hands it to me.
“Thank you my Lord.” I say and sip the drink slowly. I know I need to keep a clear head tonight so I don’t let my mouth run again.
“It is a pleasure my dear. I wish to have your company for the rest of the night. The guests will come to us.” He says as he takes another drink for himself.
“If that is what would please you my Lord.” I say and force a smile on my face.
“You are being very good my lioness. Draco and the whor… Miss Greengrass will be ever thankful, I am sure.” Tom says and I know his slip was on purpose to try and get a rose out of me.
“Will you be trying to upset me the whole night my Lord?” I ask in the most polite tone I can come up with.
“Oh yes, it amuses me to watch you twitch my dear.” he says and chuckles as one of the guests comes forward holding out a small present wrapped in shiny black paper with a gold bow.
“For your birthday.” The man says and places the present at my feet. I look between him and Tom with a frown.
“Did you think tonight would be without gifts?” Tom asks with a chuckle as the guests move back out into the room and another comes forward. “Do not worry, Draco here checked every one for hexes and curses.” he says with a smirk as he turns to my guard. “Out of curiosity, did anyone try?” Tom asks, his eyebrow raised.
“Only Aunt Bellatrix my Lord.” Draco says and bows his head in respect.
Tom sighs as if he has to deal with an unruly child that just won’t behave. “It is to be expected I suppose. She truly does not like you lioness.” He says and turns to me. “I will deal with her after the party. I would not wish to ruin your celebration, now would I?” he says and reaches down to brush my chin. “Would you like to dance my dear?” he asks suddenly his eyes lit in a way I know I don’t really have a choice.
“If you like my Lord.” I say and wait for him to help me into a standing position before I let him lead me out onto the floor.
I don’t know how surprised I should be that Tom is a wonderful dancer. On one hand I personally know how smooth he was in his youth, but on the other hand it is a hard thing to think of the Dark Lord doing something so light as dancing. All the same he is a perfect partners and leads me around the dance floor in graceful moves. He far outshines my meager ability, but I realize half way through the first song that maybe motives to dance are simply so he can touch my form in whatever way he pleases out in front of all his guests.
By the end of the third song I am breathless from dancing and the little gropes and pinches I have been receiving at his hands. “My Lord I am in need of a rest.” I tell him softly not looking up into his face as I speak.
“Yes of course.” He says and leads me back to my stool.
The night goes on like that for some time. I make sure to eat and drink very little of the champagne.
I open the presents his inner circle had gifted me with and find most everything is clothes or jewelry I am sure Tom will like to see me in. The most bold present coming from Lucius, who gave me very risque set of green and silver lingerie. Tom only smirks and watches as I turn bright red while I stuff the present back into its box.
“You never did answer my question.” Tom says as the night is starting to come to a close.
“What question my Lord?” I ask as innocently.
“What would it take for this night to end as wonderfully as it began?” Tom asks as he leans down to look me in the eyes.
“My families freedom and my wand.” I tell him after some thought. I figure I am asking way too much for what he wants so he will not bother me about it further, at least for tonight.
“You may choose one of your brothers that I will grant their freedom, and it can’t be Ronald. As for your wand, we will see how wonderful the night is and I will think about it.”
“Bill, but only if he can go back to his wife and child.” I say as a lump forms in my throat.
Tom just smiles.

Daphne-
“Where’s our Lady?” I ask as Draco enters Ginny’s room without her.
“Would you believe me if I told you she went to our Lord to his chamber?” Draco asks as he walks over and sits down next to me on teh couch.
“Not really.” I say as I put the book I had been reading all night aside.
“He is letting her brother Bill go back to his family.” Draco explains with a shrug as he tries to look at my book.
“Really? Wow. Okay I believe you now.” I say with a smile and turn to give him my full attention. “So what are you doing here?” I ask curiously.
“The elves will be bringing in her presents soon, I thought I could help put them away.” he says as if that was a perfectly normal thing for him to do.
“I see, well did she get anything interesting?” I ask as I work to keep the conversation light.
“Father gave her some lingerie he felt would put her in her place.” Draco says with a smile. “She turned bright red and I think she wished she could burn the thing with her eyes.”
“Do you think all Gryffindors are so… repressed?” I ask and lean back to get a bit more comfortable on the sofa.
“No, I can remember a few I wouldn’t say were repressed at all.” he says with an expression that says he is remembering something very pleasant.
“Really? I don’t think I believe you got any Gryffindors into bed.” I tell him shaking my head.
“Well we didn’t exactly get to a bed.” he says and licks his lips as his eyes dance with wicked pleasure. “You ever have any Gryffindors?” he asks curiously.
“I never actually slept with a lot of boys from school. Too easy to get a reputation that way.” I tell him honestly.
“I can see the wisdom in that if you are a girl. That sort of reputation can only help you if you are a guy.” he says with a shrug.
“Oh you have a very full reputation Mr Malfoy, don’t you worry.” I tell him giving him a bit of a shove.
“Believe me I urged it.” He says and moves closer to me. “Would you like to see how?” He asks playfully.
I start to panic, I don’t want him to know how very broken I am now that the Dark Lord is done with me. “Stop it Draco…” I say in as playful of a tone as I can muster. “We’re not like that.”
“Why not?” He asks taking one of my hands and kissing the wrist. “I mean don’t you think it is a bit odd we have never slept together?”
“Why is that odd?” I ask looking at him with a frown.
“Because there is all this sexual tension between us.” he says as he kisses further up my arm. I can feel my throat starting to close in panic and I take a deep breath and pull away. He looks hurt for a moment and I can’t help but blush.
“Draco it isn’t you.” I say before I know what I am thinking.
“Yeah? Not powerful enough for you. Now that you have had the Dark Lord no one else will do?” he asks standing up with a sneer on his face.
Without thought I slap him hard across the face. “Take it back.” I yell and pull back my hand to hit him again. He catches it and looks me directly in the eyes.
“No.” he says his sneer still in place. “You are exactly what my father thinks you are. A little power hungry slag willing to whore herself out for a better position. I should have fucked you when I was the stepping stone right? I missed my chance.”
“Fuck you Draco!” I yell and struggle to free my hand so I can punch him this time.
“That is what I was just trying but you turned me down remember?” He snapped back.
“I can’t!” I finally scream. “Every time someone touches me I think of him and I panic! Okay! I’m… broken.” I whimper after a moment as tears come to my eyes. After a stunned silence Draco wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest. I try and push him away, fight him off, but he only holds more me more tightly.
“I’m sorry Daphne.” he says softly as I struggle against him, tears now running down my face. “I’m so sorry. You’re not broken. I’m here for you.” He keeps speaking these soft kind words in my ear as he holds me and I stop fighting him. Once I am weeping softly into his shirt I hear him say a word that I thought was forbidden between Slytherins.
“Daphne, I think I’m in love with you.”

Luna-
It is nice having Ron help me move and unpack my things. We don’t talk a lot, as we both have a lot to think about after our early conversation. It is actually almost dinner before we say anything but lines about passing this or holding that to one another.
“I’m starving.” Ron says as he looks up to me and rubs his stomach. “You have any grub?”
“I am sure we can get Muffin to make us some dinner.” I tell him with a smile and head towards the kitchen. He is following me very closely, it feels weird having him so close after what he admitted to be earlier. I want to touch him, but I know he isn’t ready. I don’t even know if I still feel the same way towards him that I did in school.
When we get to the kitchen there is already a wonderful smelling meal laid out of the table for us. I don’t see any of the elves anywhere so I guess they wanted to give us our privacy.
As we sit and eat the silence seems to become too much for Ron so he starts to talk and I don’t think he has really thought out what he wants to say. “You should stay here for the rest of it Luna.” He says in a tone that is almost a command.
“What?” I ask as a frown settles on my lips.
He takes a deep breath and looks up at me. “Let Zabini take over the Quibbler. Stay here and out of everything.” He says in that same demanding tone.
“We have been over this before Ron. No.” I sigh and fill my cup with some more tea.
“It is going to get a lot more dangerous now Luna.” Ron tells me as he sets down his fork and gives me his full attention. “I have met up with a few old Order and DA members and we are planning to fight back. Snake Breath is mortal now as much as anyone can figure, and we are going to take him out, but that means he is going to push back. Anyone in the middle will be hurt.”
I perk up at this news and smile at him. “I’m not in the middle Ron I am a member of the DA, I want to join!” I tell him and bite my lip. “I am sure I can get messages and such out to more members, maybe put a code in the Quibbler?” I am excited I will finally be able to really help.
“NO.” Ron says as he slams his fist down on the table. “You are staying out of it. Do you hear me Luna? Out of it.” His eyes flare with anger as I open my mouth to argue, but he cuts me off. “Out of it!” he repeats firmly.
“Fine.” I say sitting back and crossing my arms over my chest to glare at him. “But I am not giving up the Quibbler.” I say back firmly.
He frowns, sighs and glares at me a long while before speaking again. “Do you know how dangerous it is for someone like you to be in the public eye?” He asks in a huff.
“What do you mean, someone like me?” I ask more than a bit annoyed with him at this point.
“Luna you are… Can’t you see how…” He looks at me and frowns, I can tell he knows he had put his foot in his mouth, but I am not sure if he is smart enough to pull it out again. “I’ve been watching, and reading, how this new world you are trying to live in works. Luna, you are a pretty, unmarried, pureblood, noblewoman for merlin sake! You have already fallen into Zabini’s trap, who else is going to try and trap you? Own you?” he asks getting more and more heated as he does. “Does one of these Death Eaters have to actually rape you for you to understand?” He screams.
“I can take care of myself Ron.” I snap as I stand up I can’t take arguing with him much longer. “Stay as long as you want, but I need a walk before I hex you.” with that I turn and head for the door.
The moment I am in the hall I make a run for it to make sure he doesn’t follow. The house is huge and soon I get lost somewhere on the second floor. By the time I calm down I find I am in an unused bedroom.
I start to pace back and forth as I think about Ron’s words and what could have happened to me when the Dark Lord was punishing Draco. Fear starts to bubble up inside of me, my mind goes to how vulnerable I was in Rookwood’s home. Part of me feels Ron is right, that I am too weak to continue the path I wish to walk.
I sit down on the bed and play with the cameo I had taken out of my new vault. I don’t know what my mother would have done in my position, but father always said she never backed down from anything.
I need something to keep myself busy so I get up and start to look through the room I am in. I open the wardrobe and jump back with a shriek as what looks like a body comes tumbling out. I stop and listen for a moment to make sure no one is running my way before I approach the lifeless from.
Pushing it over with my foot I find it is a lot lighter than a body so I kneel down to get a better look. I almost laugh when I see the it is simply an old sewing mannequin wearing a moth eaten old black robe.
It someone reminds me of a Death Eater robe, only much older and tattered, like something Death himself would wear. It is made for a large man and I wonder which of my ancestors wore such a thing. Who would want to look like Death besides a Death Eater?
I giggle in delight and nerves as a silly idea springs into my brain. Death, it was what the Dark Lord feared the most. I wonder what he would do if someone started to walk around England dressed as his worst fear?
I smile as I realize it would do more than frighten the Dark Lord, it would also allow me to work with the rebels without Ron knowing it was me. I remember my own prophecy and smile, was my courage hidden? By going through with this ridiculous idea could I help made something greater come to pass? Could I help this Lion step out of the darkness and defeat the Dark Lord?
I stuff the robe back into the wardrobe and head back towards the down stairs. There were so many plans to make now, so much to do, but it is nice to actually have something to work towards.

Ginny-
How could I say no when it would mean at least one of my brothers would have his family back? I hadn’t expected Tom to be willing to give so much just so I would sleep with him. The moment I actually agreed he sent Draco away and lead me to his champers.
I realize he is worried I will change my mind. I don’t understand why he is so determined that I give myself willingly. After what I witnessed him do to Daphne, I know he is not above rape. What makes me so special?
Once we are in his room he starts to undress himself slowly. He is watching me as he does and it makes me wonder what he is thinking about.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask softly, I feel very much like some kind of prostitute in this moment. The realization that that is exactly what I am makes me blush and become all the more shy.
He chuckles darkly in my direction and moves around me like I am a lamb and he is a wolf ready to devour me. “You are so very innocent Ginevra.” He says as he moves up behind me. “I do think I am going to thoroughly enjoy corrupting you.” He whispers, letting his lips brush ever so softly against my skin of my ear.
I am already shaking when his fingers trail down my back and pull the zipper of my dress down painfully slow. “Are you shaking in fear, or anticipation my sweet?” he asks, the amusement clear in his voice.
I can’t help the venomed answer that tumbles out of my lips after his teasing. “Disgust actually.”
He chuckles and I feel his slightly cold tongue run over the back ridge of my ear. “I don’t believe you, but I would say it isn’t fear.” he says in an amused tone. “How long has the darkness gotten you wet my lioness?” He asks as he lets my dress fall around my feet.
Before I have to answer he steps back to admire my body. I’m not wearing a bra as the dress didn’t really allow for one. At least my lower half is covered in a pair of black satin knickers, a matching garter belt to hold up my silk stockings.
“You know I may start allowing you to wear shoes again soon, but only heels and only in my chambers. There is just something so appealing about a woman in heels and stockings. I think it is the way it rounds their bottom.” He says almost to himself as he runs his hands over my butt.
She hold more breath before forcing myself to speak. “Who says I will ever be coming back here again?” I ask sounding more bold than I feel.
He chuckled again and pulls my back against his chest. “There are so many reasons you want me my little lioness.” he tells me softly as he kisses my neck. “You have just been denying yourself.”
“I… don’t want you. I’m doing this for my brother.” I tell him firmly as I try not to react to his lips, are the feel of his hand as it slips into the front of my knickers.
“Would you like me to tell you all the reasons that is a lie?” he asks, but I know it really isn’t a question. “First, and I have no delusions about this, I look like the man you actually loved.” he says with an odd tone in his voice that I am unsure of. “I probably even smell like him a bit.” My heart is hammering in my chest as his finger works its way between my legs.
“Second, you are drawn to my darkness. Oh most women are drawn to it on some level pet.” he explains as he uses his other hand to force me to part my legs. “You wouldn’t believe how many woman I have seduced just with how very dark I am. But you, you are something special.” he tells me as his middle finger brushes over a spot no one has ever touched but myself.
I let out a strangled moan and blush in shame as he plays my body like a fine tuned instrument. I thought he was only skilled in bringing physical pain, but I realize now the sadistic bastard is getting even more pleasure from making me feel shame and disgust with myself. He is just as skilled at bring emotional pain, and I wonder if that is what is really getting him worked up.
“You crave the darkness, I don’t think you would ever be able to get off without it. Tell me my sweet, I know you think you loved him to spite his connection to me, but have you ever thought that maybe you loved him because of it. Because you saw my darkness in his soul?” he asks as I feel the first of his fingers push inside of me.
Part of me wishes he would stop being so gentle, I want to hate him, I don’t want his touch to feel so good. After a moment's struggle I let out another soft moan and push against his hand. “Who was your first love really?” he asks nipping my ear. “I won’t get mad if you say the name, I promise.” he tells me smoothly as his thumb brushes against a spot that sends electric pleasure up my spine.
His free hand is now moving up to my breast and he lazily starts to pluck and pinch my nipple into excitement. I can hardly think with the way he is playing with me. Only in my dreams has anything felt this good, and I know now dreams are pale in comparison to life.
“I won’t tell anyone my sweet, it is just between you and me. Just say it, who was the first man you ever fell in love with?” he keeps pressing the question, playing with me and whispering it again and again in my ear. “You can tell me the truth.”
“Harry Potter?” I say knowing that is not the name he wants, but also knowing I don’t sound very sure of myself. Did he have me under some time of spell?
“You don’t believe that. You may have had a sweet little crush on him when you met him that first time, but it wasn’t love. I saw it in your mind my sweet, tell us both the truth. Who was the first man you were ever in love with?” he asks again and starts to twist his fingers inside of me.
I groan as I try to focus and shake my head as the real answers forms in my brain. “It’s not true!” I span as I try and convince myself the name that forms in my head is a lie.
“Just say it my lioness, you know you can say it. I won’t be mad. Say it this one time.” he continues with his smooth voice and his talented hands.
“TOM RIDDLE!” I scream and he flicks my body in just the right way that burning white pleasure turns my limbs and body into jello in his arms. I gasp and shake in his arms while my vision blurs just a bit. I never felt anything so wonderful before.
After the bliss ebs away it is replaced with pure disgust with myself. How could I let him do that to me? How could I admit such a vile thing? he drops me to the ground where I fall in a heap on top of my dress. I don’t look at him, but I can hear him removing the rest of his clothes.
“Why do you care about love, you don’t even believe in it.” I say and realize my cheeks are wet with tears.
“Oh I believe in love. I just know what it really is: a weakness. Just as your love will always make it easier for me to control you.” He says with a satisfied tone. “Now come here my sweet, I am not near done with you.” he says and I look up to his offered hand.
I think about spitting at him, but the reason I am here still hasn’t changed. Bill will have his family back. I take the hand and he leans me over to the bed. He motions for me to lay down on lop of the black silky sheets and then moves on top of me.
“You moans and screams are a delightful sound my sweet.” he tells me as he looks down into my eyes and moves between my legs.
“More like my tears.” I tell him with a bitter note in my voice.
He chuckles and nods, before brushing a few wild stands out of my face. “I do love your hair, it looks like blood on my sheets.” he comments playing with a few stands. “You give yourself to me willingly Ginevra Weasley?” he asks suddenly in a very strange tone.
I frown at the question and bite my lower lip, I feel like it is some kind of trick but I don’t know what he is up to. I remind myself it doesn’t change the fact that Bill’s family will be together. “Yes” I say looking back into his glowing red eyes.
“Say it.” he commands and shifts so his shaft is against me, ready to take my maidenhood in his stride.
“I give myself willingly.” I tell him unable to look away from the eyes that comfort me and scare me all at once. He smiles, and it is nothing like Harry’s smile, it is cruel and selfish and cold.
“Mine.” he says simply and thrusts himself all the way inside of me in one stroke. I close my eyes and my hands move it his shoulder to his some kind of leverage. I scream in pain as it feels like he just tore my insides apart.
When I can open my eyes again I look back into his. He isn’t moving and his expression has changed. It looks like he is the one in pain, like he is actually worried about my suffering. There is also something different something more comforting about his eyes and I can’t understand it at first.
Suddenly I realize I am looking into bright beautiful green eyes. “Harry?”
The End.
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