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The Blind Nymph	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- A thanks to my awesome beta Eclectic Pet for making this story better than it was without her. Don't be shy, I would love to know what people think of the tale, even if you hate it.

Ginny-
I’ve visited the pond every day since I first met Syler there. I don’t know if I’m missing him, or if he hasn’t returned, but it makes me think I may have just imaged him. It has only been three days since I met him maybe he’s just busy.
I get back to camp as evening falls and make my way carefully over to where dinner is being served. I feel a hand on my back as I near the line and I sigh as I force a smile on my lips.
“How did the day go Harry?” I ask as he leads me to the line and makes trays for the two of us.
“Well, I’ll be leaving in the morning.” he says and I shrug in response. As the leader of the rebellion, he’s never in the same camp for more than a week.
“So we should talk tonight then?” I say as he finds us a seat.
“What do you want to talk about?” he asks and tries to help me sit down when I can do it perfectly fine on my own.
“About us.” I tell him. I made the final decision today. This relationship is a farce and I’m calling it off.
“Is there something wrong Gin?” he asks with worry in his voice.
I sigh and try not to sound bitter or angry. “I think we should break up Harry.” I say and look to where I think his eyes might be. “I don’t…” he cuts me off.
“Who told you?” he asks in a worried tone.
“Told me what?” I ask and narrow my eyes.
“They don’t mean anything…” He starts and it’s my turn to cut him off.
“They?!” I snap and stand up. “They? As in more than one? As in how many Harry?” I ask as I feel my temper rising along with my voice.
“Will you calm down; I thought…Then why were you…Gin calm down.” he said and I can hear him get to his feet.
“Answer the question.” I demand.
“Three, but they didn’t mean anything, Ginny I was just…I needed…” White-hot anger rises in me and I strike with my fist where I think his jaw it located. By the feel and the sound of the crunch, I think I hit his nose. Good.
When I move to hit him again, I feel other hands pulling me back. “You won’t even touch me but there are THREE women out there that you fucked?” I scream as one of my brothers keeps me from tearing up his stupid face.
“Gin, you’re...I didn’t want…” Harry is trying to explain, that to him I wasn’t a woman; I was a porcelain doll. I can hear it in his voice and it just makes me want to kill him more.
“Har, you’re making it worse.” I hear Ron’s voice close by my ear. He was obviously the one holding me back. “We’ll talk later.” he says and I can tell by his tone he hadn’t known either.
He pulls me away from the crowd that must have been gathering and I can hear crickets as I realize we must be near the perimeter of the camp.
“Gin are you okay?” he asks as he finally lets go of me.
“Why didn’t we break up months ago?” I ask as I start to calm down.
He sighs and pauses for a moment before he answers. “Because he didn’t want to look like a bastard.” he says in a cold voice.
“Well now he IS a bastard.” I say and for the first time I realize I’m crying. “Ron, where am I?” I ask so I can find my way back.
“South end, by the cart path.” he answers. “You want me to go?” he asks knowing it was the only reason I wanted to know where we were.
“Yeah, I just want to sit alone for a while.” I say and then add. ‘I may sleep in the woods tonight, its clear right?” I ask so he won’t worry.
“Yeah, they cleared it for the evening. Just don’t go too far okay?” he asks and I nod.
I hear his footsteps carry him away. When I’m completely alone, again I stand slowly and pull out my cane. I start to wonder off into the woods aimlessly. Tomorrow I’ll cast the spell that will point me back towards camp, but tonight I just want to be lost in the woods.
Draco-
The last few days I’ve been so focused on getting the bathroom setup I had almost forgotten about the Weasley girl. I work late into the night to finish the last of the repairs needed. When I’m done, I decide to reward myself with a bath. As I sit in the tub and relax my overworked and smelly muscles, I sigh happily. I end up falling asleep in the hot bath. I wake in the early morning, when I almost drown myself in the tub.
I dry off and decide to just get dressed for the day. After the scare, I don’t think I could fall back asleep anyway.
Being clean for the first time in days has put me into a good mood. When I head down to the table that usually holds my meals I realize it’s a bit too early, so I decide to take a casual walk in the woods while I wait for my coffee.
I’m not even a mile or so from the cottage when I nearly step on a hand half covered by leaves. I frown and draw my wand, before I crouch down to see the hand is connected to an arm. There is a body in my woods. I look around to see where it could have come from. When is shifts in the leaves and I realize it’s still alive.
I almost laugh when I realize it’s my nymph; maybe she’s a wood nymph this morning. I amused myself with the thought. I scan her sleeping form. She’s wearing the same clothes I’d seen her in last time, but she seems clean enough besides the leaves in her hair and a bit of dirt that got kicked up in the night.
“Do you always sleep out in the middle of the woods my little nymph?” I ask to wake her up.
She grumbles something that I don’t think are words and rolls over. I put my hand on her shoulder to try to wake her up again. The wand is at my neck in a flash and I can’t help but find myself impressed.
“It’s okay little nymph…just me…Syler?” I question as if I think she may not remember me. I see a frown cross her lips.
“You don’t smell the same.” She says and I chuckle.
“I finally got my bath fixed, I’m sure I smell much better.” I say and she relaxes and nods.
“You did mainly smell of sweat last time.” She says and then frowns again as she lowers her wand. “What are you doing here?” She asks as she brushes leaves from her hair.
“I was enjoying the morning before breakfast. What are you doing here?” I ask curiously.
“I needed some time alone.” She said as she slowly got to her feet.
“Should I leave?” I ask as I play the friend.
“No no… you’re fine.” She said and sighs. “Last night was bad.” She said softly.
“Would you like to talk about it over some food? My place isn’t a mile from here.” I tell her wondering if I could at least get some good intel from her.
“Sure, I don’t really want to go back yet.” She admits and pauses for a moment. “If you’re leading the way I’m going to need your arm.” She says a bit shyly.
She doesn’t like to rely on others I can tell. So, the request makes her very uncomfortable.
“Of course, with that wand work I just witnessed, I will leave it to you if bandits descend on us.” I say trying to make her more comfortable. Honestly, I think she could take anyone who tried to attack, except maybe a Death Eater.
She laughs and nods. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” She says as she pats my hand. Her laugh is a musical sound, something I wouldn’t mind hearing again.
“Would you like to tell me what happened?” I ask to keep her talking.
“Nothing major. I just broke up with a long-term boyfriend.” She tells me and shakes her head.
My eyes widen, as my first thought is that she would have to be talking about Potter, but it’s possible she was dating someone else more recently.
“What happened?” I ask wanting to know for sure who the boy was.
“Honestly it was weird. We’ve been dating mostly since Hogwarts, and last year…” She trailed off and sighed. “Last year I was injured and blinded on duty. After that, he stopped touching me. I mean holding me. So we’ve been dating for the last year; and it has been much closer to a brother sister relationship.” She pauses and sighs. “I’m rambling.” She says in defeat.
“Sometimes one needs to ramble Ginny. So, your idiot boyfriend forgot you were a sexy wood nymph last year sometime. Go on.” I say with a smirk across my lips.
“I’m a wood nymph now? I thought I was a water nymph?” She asks with a smirk.
“Ah well, I’m not sure, this morning I found you sleeping in a grove of trees. You’re a very tricky nymph; I’ll have to observe further if I can, to tell for sure.” I say playfully. “But you were telling a story.” I nudge back towards the topic at hand.
“Oh yeah… So I decided a few days ago that I really didn’t want to be in the relationship any more. Last night I was trying to explain to him. His wires got crossed and he thought I had found out about the three women he has been sleeping with over the…You know I don’t know how long it has been going on.” She laughs at the realization.
“He was cheating on you?” I ask with a bit of amazement in my voice, I didn’t know Potter had it in him.
“Yep. That’s when I’m pretty sure I broke his nose. There was definitely a satisfying crunch sound.” She says wistfully. “So you should really watch out… I’m much more likely to have my way with you now.” She says teasingly.
“Nymphs are known to savagely attack innocent men.” I say back, unable to keep the amusement from my voice.
“I’ve heard that. They chase them around and try to tear off all their clothes.” She says with a little smile.
“Yes Nymphs are very dangerous creatures.” I agree and look down at her as we walk.
There’s a lull in the conversation as we head back to the cottage and I realize how comfortable it is to walk with this girl in silence. Most women I know have to fill the air with idle chatter, but she seems at peace just listening to the woods.
“I must warn you, my place is a dump. I’m still working on fixing it up.” I finally say as we near the cottage.
“I’m sure I’ve seen worse.” She says with a little smirk that comes to her lips.
“Ah yes, you’ll be saved from that fortunately, but the smell…” I tease her and she laughs again.
“I couldn’t even bring myself to deal with the master bedroom yet. I’ve been sleeping outside.” I tell her honestly.
“So how long have you been here?” She asked curiously. She sniffs the air and I look around to see what caused the reaction. I see my breakfast is sitting on the small-enchanted table not far away.
“Not very long actually. I just came into the property and thought I would take the chance to get away from things.” I explain and drop her arm to head to the table.
The moment I drop her arm she stops moving, I look back to see what’s wrong. She has a smile on her face as she looks in the direction of breakfast.
“Something wrong?” I ask wondering why she isn’t moving herself towards the table.
“You didn’t lead me to a seat or anything…” She says and I frown.
“Did you need me to? The area doesn’t really have any obstacles…”
She laughs again and I savor the sound. I could really get used to it if I’m honest with myself.
“No, I don’t need you to.” She says and with the help of her cane, she makes her way to the table. “I really like your company Syler.” She says suddenly with a smile.
“Okay…” I reply a bit confused by her good humor. I decide it’s best to distract myself with breakfast. “How do you take your tea?” I ask as I start to make my own mug.
“How do I take it?” She asks confused for a moment and then her eyes brighten. “Cream no sugar.” She says and bites her bottom lip. I frown at her reaction a moment, before the answer dawns on me.
“No cream where you’re living?” I ask as I make her a mug as well and hold it out so she can feel it against her hand. She takes it slowly.
“No, we tend to pack light.” She says and sniffs the tea as if it had been sent to her by the gods.
Ginny-
“How do you take your tea?” He asks and I can hear him pouring liquid into two cups. The question seems odd to me.
“How do I take it?” I ask confused for a moment and then I realize he must have supplies I haven’t tasted in years. I can’t keep the smile off my face at the idea of having a real cup of tea. “Cream no sugar.” I say and bite my lip excitedly.
There’s a pause at my reaction as he tries to figure me out.
“No cream where you’re living?” He asks as he continues with what he was doing. I feel the warmth of a mug press against my fingers. I smile inwardly as I slowly find and take it for myself. Too many times has someone wrapped my hand around the mug for me. It’s nice to have someone do no more to help me than I actually require.
“No, we tend to pack light.” I tell him and breathe in my new wonderful gift. When I take my first sip, I make a sound that’s usually reserved for the bedroom.
He clears his throat and somehow I can tell he’s smiling at me. “You would feel the same way too if it had been… three years since your last cup of proper tea.”
“I just usually have to be much closer; to get women to make those sounds.” he says with a light chuckle.
“Now you realize you’ve been doing it wrong all these years.” I reply playfully before I take my next sip.
“No…I do really like the other way better.” he says and drinks his own tea. “So we’ve fruit, bacon, and crumpets this morning. I like to keep it as finger food until I get the kitchen working.” He explains.
“I could smell the bacon.” I admit and feel carefully along the table in front of me to make sure I don’t knock anything over. When I find a slice of bacon, I pick it up and start to munch. “You know what they say about feeding strays?” I say as I steal another piece.
“What do they say?” he asks with amusement in his voice.
“It’s very hard to get rid of them after that.” I tell him happily, as I find a crumpet.
“But when you find such a pretty stray, sometimes you just want to take it home.” He replies and I blush a little.
“You keep talking like that and I won’t be able to protect your virtue.” I say and I can feel him move in front of me.
He leans in very close to me and bends down to speak into my ear. I feel hot breath on my skin that sends a little thrill down my spine. “I’m far from virtuous… but I have doubts I can say the same about you little nymph.”
“You looking to test this theory?” I say because I was never one to back down first, I don’t move an inch away from him.
He just chuckles and pulls back. I get a light whiff of orange that he must have just taken from the table.
“Constantly trying to seduce the poor woodsman.” he teases as if I was the one who started it this time.
“I wouldn’t be a proper nymph if I didn’t try.” I say back playfully.
As we pick at breakfast and I drink three more cups of tea, we fall into easy conversation about things that don’t matter. After breakfast, I sigh and realize I should head back before people start wondering where I am.
“I need to go.” I say with a frown.
“Yes, your companions will be worried by now?” he asks and I can hear the frown.
“They’re constantly worried, but soon they’ll have a right to be.” I say and pull out my wand so I can get a direction for the camp. I feel his hand on my arm.
“I could Apparate you to your pond.” he offers. “It’s a three-hour walk from here.” he points out bluntly. “I imagine it would be a frustrating one for you.”
He’s right of course and if I heard any pity in his voice, I would have said no. But he seemed to just be making a friendly offer instead of thinking I couldn’t make it back on my own.
“Okay.” I agree and put my wand away so he can Apparate us smoothly.
The moment we’re in the clearing, I feel the sun on my face and I smile. Adjusting my position from the sounds in the clearing, I look back to where I think he is.
“Thank you.” I say and smile at him. “The tea was lovely.” I add and laugh.
“I get lonely out in the wilderness, so any time you could stop by, I wouldn’t mind the company.” he says casually.
“I don’t know how to stop by.” I point out.
“I’ll leave you a portkey… by the pond.” he offers kindly.
“That would be nice I think.” I agree and nod. I head back to camp after that; still I make sure he doesn’t follow me any closer than my clearing.
The moment I step into camp a large hand grabs my arm. By the scent of cinnamon, it’s a Weasley, by the size of the hand; it’s either Charlie or dad.
“Hey! What’s this for?” I say trying to get them to speak so I knew who I was facing.
“We’ve been looking for you for hours. I can’t believe your brother let you go off and sleep in the woods.” Dad says as he tugs me along. “Do you know how reckless that was Ginny?” by his voice, I can tell he’s fuming. Dad is slow to boil over, but when he does, it’s worse than mom. “You’re grounded young lady.” he finally finishes and he pushes me into what’s obviously my own tent.
“No.” I say firmly looking back in the direction I’d been pushed from. “I’m twenty years old and I no longer answer to you.” I snap as he once again tries to treat me like a little girl.
“I was a soldier in the rebellion army; a scout, and a pretty good one at that. I can hold my own in these woods. And I refuse to be treated like a child.” I say firmly.
“Fine, I’ll ask the Field Marshal what he has to say about this. As long as you belong to this camp you have to at least listen to him.” He says. He doesn’t know about the fight last night, he must have been out on a mission.
“If you bring him here I’ll break his nose a second time!” I shoot back.
“You’ll…” That takes the air out of my father’s angry. “Why did you break Harry’s nose?” he asked with confusion in his voice.
“Because he’s a bastard that deserves it.” Is all I tell him in response.
Draco-
The morning was a pleasant distraction. Oddly, I’m finding myself rather enjoying the witches company. When I get back to the cottage, I look around for something small I can make into a reusable port key. It would have to be something small, so the others won’t notice it.
I pick up a small hinge and smile. This will be perfect; I flip the metal hinge one way and cast the spell that will take her to my front step. Then I slip the hinge back the other way and place it in my pocket. The item won’t be a true port key until its readjusted back the way it was when the spell was cast.
With that task complete, I decide the kitchen should be my next project. I already have the supplies thanks to my foresight before I started the bathroom, and I don’t really mind sleeping outside. It would be nice to have a House Elf to help me clean. I could have it deal with the smell in the master bedroom.
As I work that day, I find my thoughts keep getting drawn back to the girl. She was quite a little puzzle actually. I compare her to the child that shadowed Potter around in school and I can’t quite let myself believe they could possibly be the same person.
I decide I must blame it on the fact I never really took much notice of her. In school, she was attractive enough by our last year together, but there didn’t seem to be much more to her. I mean what girl with brains would actually willingly kiss Potter in public?
Then I remember how she was given entrance into the Slug Club, when I was denied such a privilege. Father said Slughorn was always very good at finding the most capable of wizards and witches. So, he must have seen something in the girl she was then.
Now that I’ve seen the woman she was to become, I have to admit that Slughorn was correct. There are very few wizards in the world that could pull a wand on me as fast as the girl did this morning. Most of the others on that list couldn’t pull it off blindfolded; which is exactly what she did.
I find myself fantasizing what she would be like with just a bit of Death Eater training in her, and I smile as a result. She would be something truly frightening. Maybe I’m glad she ended up on the side she did.
It’s almost lunch when I finish up the cleaning and gutting the rotted wood. I stop by the pond very quickly to drop off the port key and head back to my meal. I find Zabini sitting back and enjoying half of my sandwich.
“There you are.” he says with a wide grin on his lips. “Didn’t want it to go to waste.” He said as if he thought I’d just left it there.
“Ah yes, well at least you left me some.” I say as I grab the other half. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought I would check up and see how things are coming.” He says and then frowns at the house. “I see not well.”
“What happened?” I ask knowing he wouldn’t be here unless he was hiding or had information he thought I needed.
“Just longing; for your return.” He says all too innocently.
“Well if you’re going to keep coming to visit I have a task for you.” I finally say. “And I should warn you that there may be another guest here at points in the future.” I say not wishing for him to mess up my plans.
“Oh? Found a witch in the area to finally relieve some of that stress?” He asked with a smirk as he finished his half of the sandwich.
“Yes and no. I need you to get me the file on Ginevra Weasley. That’s the witch you may find here if you come.” I say and then laugh as his face freezes in a cross between impressed and horrified.
“Wait?” he asks once the shock as passed. “Why would the Weaslette, be here as a guest?” He asks with suspicion in his voice.
“She and I have started to become friends.” I say with a satisfied smirk.
“Friends? How does that work again?” He asks still completely lost.
“Well I should also tell you if you do encounter the witch you should refer to me as Syler. You may also wish to come up with a name for yourself.” I say as I wave my hand at him.
“So you’re pretending to be someone else…and how does that work again?” he asks still very confused by the situation.
“She was blinded sometime last year. Oh that reminds me, also look for any reports on one of ours causing that. I don’t think it was reported correctly. It would be easy. There are only a few of us who could cause such a permanent wound. I want to know who.”
“Weaslette is blind?” He asks as his shock is making him a bit slow. “She still hot?” He moves to his ‘go to’ question.
“Was she hot before?” I ask. He seems to remember her from school; I may be able to understand why I missed things.
“Oh yes...” he clears his throat and closes his eyes. “All that bright red hair, those innocent chocolate eyes, and lips just begging to be wrapped around my thick cock. Body all curvy but toned from playing Quidditch. Ummm…I loved Gryffindor games the years she was playing.”
“Do you need some privacy?” I ask as I realize just how much about the girl my friend had noticed.
“No I’ll be alright. I’ll take it out on some girl later today.” he says and I can tell he’s still thinking about her.
“Well she seems very much the same as your description. A bit older and a bit less fed. Do you remember anything besides her body from our school years?” I ask as I try to pull by friend back from his fantasies.
“She was a bit of a spitfire. She threw some mean hexes if you tried to feel her up in the hallway. She started dating Potter in out last year, but that just made her more fun to think about.” he chuckled.
“Okay, go get the files you can and bring them back here. I want to know as much about her as I can before I see her again. Return as soon as you can with the information.” I command him and he stands to salute me.
“Right away Lieutenant Malfoy.” he says in a cheeky tone before he Disapparates.
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