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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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Ginny-

I ignored Daphne the rest of that day, but she still left that stupid journal on my desk. She asked me to keep it hidden so that Tom wouldn’t find it.

I sit on the bed for a long while and stare at the journal on the desk. Was it really just a normal book, or was it another trick of Tom’s to pull me back into his world? I am already stuck in the Chamber, what reason would he need the book?

I walk over to the desk and open it to the first page. Nothing about it looked off, but I could have said the same for Tom’s journal. I pick up the quill and write two words in it before slamming it shut again.

Just in case it was just Daphne being nice I take the book and put it in one of the desk drawers so it isn’t out in plain view. I didn’t want to look at it any more anyway.

With it out of my line of sight I relax. Daphne had picked out not only new clothes for me, but also some books. I walk over to the shelf she had put them on and look over the titles.

Half of them I know as the reading material for my classes this year and that makes me smile. I can’t learn any wand work, but at least I could keep up to date on my theory if I wanted. The other half are more casual reading. I pull a random one down and walk over to the bed to get comfortable.

This was the first time I really had something to do in the awful room so it felt nice to sit in read. I would have to thank Daphne tomorrow when she came. How was she to know my reaction to a simple diary?

After a while I yawn and I realize how late it is getting. I turn down the corner of my page and set it on the nightstand. Slipping off the bed I go over to the drawer I saw Daphne put my pajamas in.

I find a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top and change into them. Yawning again I crawl into bed and fall asleep more easily than I have since the night Harry died.

When I wake the next morning I push my messy hair out of my face and slip out of the bed to head to the bathroom. I freeze in place about half way there as my sleepy mind catches up with my eyes to tell me something is wrong.

I look over to the desk here I see Tom sitting and watching me with a cold smirk playing upon his lips.

“Good morning Ginevra, you are looking lovely today.” He says in a pleasant tone as if it was perfectly normal to watch someone sleep.

I swallow my fear and turn to face him. His red eyes are playing their way from my knees up to my neck and finally to my eyes.

“Wh.. what are you doing here?” I ask as I wrap my arms around my chest. I feel so exposed in my pajamas.

“I thought we could eat breakfast together.” he says lightly. “We have not really had the chance to spend that much time one on one.”

“I would rather not!” I snap and run to the bathroom so I can put a door between us. I move to slam it shut up but before I get it all the way he pushes it open again and puts his body in its way.

“I would rather we did.” he says in a cold but calm voice. “Who do you think is going to win this little battle?” He asks with a smirk.

I whimper and back away from the door as I realize the smirk isn’t Harry’s at all. It is completely Tom’s.

“Now I want you to get dressed and be a good little girl so that we can have a nice meal together.” he says and steps out of the doorway and closes it for me.

I watch the door for a moment before taking another scalding shower. I towel dry my hair as best I can and brush it out before braiding it back out of my face.

I look at the door and wonder if he is still sitting in the room waiting for me. I pull on the silk robe and tie is tightly around my body before I open the bathroom door a crack. I peek out but I can only see a limited space so I open the door a bit more to stick my head out.

There he was sitting at the desk and reading a scroll. I study him for a moment while he isn’t paying any attention to me. Even when he does not know anyone is looking at him, he is still completely Tom. I feel that I have finally gotten used to the idea that this person is not Harry.

The person at the desk looks and feels nothing like the man I loved. Well that isn’t true completely if I am being honest with myself, which I don’t really like to do around this particular subject. I did love Tom once. I had a crush on the charming teen from the journal. He was the only man that has ever been able to take my mind off of Harry Potter. Then he turned mean and cruel, but that didn’t make the love go away. It just made me bury it so no one would ever know.

That was one of my deepest fears. Why Tom was so scary to me when I would laugh in his Death Eater’s faces; That he could make me love him again. The thought sends a shiver down my spine but I force myself to step out into the main room.

He looks up from his reading as I move to find something to wear. He watches me closely as I pick out a casual red dress with a belt around the waist. He never takes his eyes off of me as I pick out comfortable looking underthings for the day.

I head back to the bathroom door and he clears his throat to get my attention. When I look at him he shakes his head.

“What?” I ask with a frown on my lips.

“Get dressed out here.” he says as he leans back to get comfortable in the chair. I take another step towards the bathroom and he narrows his eyes on me. “Don’t make me say it again.” he says in a low threatening voice.

I sprint to the bathroom this time and I am able to close and lock the door before he gets to it. I pull on my knickers as quickly as I can as he shakes the door handle.

“You won’t like it is I have to use my wand on this door little girl.” he growls from the other side.

I hold my breath and pull on the bar and dress. I hear him start the unlocking spell so I jump forward to unlock and open the door.

When the door swings open he narrows his eyes on my mostly dressed form.

“Cute.” he says in cool fury.

I fix the dress and do up the belt as I walk back out of the bathroom. He is still standing by the bathroom door with cold red eyes locked on me when I face him once again.

“Where are we having breakfast?” I ask as I start to look for some shoes to put on.

“In my private dining room.” he says and the fury seems to be slipping out of his voice replaced with amusement. ‘What are you looking for?” he asks as I get down on my hands and knees and look around under the bed.

“Shoes.” I tell him simply.

“You don’t own any.” he says with a mocking laugh in his voice. “You won’t be leaving the Chamber, so you won’t need them.”

I stand up and frown at him. “Why wouldn’t you give me shoes?” I ask feeling odd without them now.

“Harder for you to run away if you did get out.” he says with a smirk before he offers me his arm.

I don’t want to touch him so I stay exactly where I am. He looks at the space between us and smiles. “I am not going to bite.” he promises and I shake my head.

“I...” I clear my throat and look into his eyes. “I’ll follow you.” I say as I play with the end of my braid.

He narrows his eyes again and drops his arm. “Walk next to me.” he orders and I nod. He goes to the door and opens it before waiting for me.

Shyly I step up next to him as I try to keep some distance between us. I look at the floor so I don’t have to see the big open space that is the main Chamber. I hear him laugh mockingly at me again.

“This is a better prison for you than I first thought. You are too scared to even look at the door.” He teases me as he opens another door near my room. “Inside” he says and I go in before him and look up as the Chamber is no longer in view.

The room is as dark as my bedroom with the same wall fixtures and black candles. the long dining table is a deep brown. The silver dishes seem to glow against all the darkness.

He pulls out the chair just right of the head of the table and motions for me to sit. Once I am in place he takes his place at the head. His glass fills with coffee, and an omelet appears on his plate the moment he sits down. I notice my place is still devoid of food or drink which makes me frown.

He starts to sip his coffee and eat his omelet without a word to me. I frown in confusion at the situation and watch him closely for a while.

“Don’t you want anything to eat?” he asks finally as he sets his fork down and looks at me. I nod my head.

“Then ask.” he says simply with a smile playing on his lips.

“May I have some breakfast?” I ask him in even more confusion. He was the only who told me I had to eat breakfast with him.

“My Lord.” he says.

“What?” I ask confused.

“May I have some breakfast my Lord?” he says with a wicked smile on his lips. I turn a shade of crimson and bite my lower lip before looking at the empty plate.

“You are not my Lord Tom!” I snap before I can stop myself. My head jerks to the right as I feel the sting on my cheek. It takes me a moment to realize that he slapped me. I look up at him and narrow my eyes.

He is looking back at me with cold fury. “You do not use that name again. I am your Lord child. You may call me Lord for now and when we are closer you may call me Voldemort. But if I ever hear you call me that disgusting muggle name again you will be punished more severely than a slap across the face. Do you understand me?” he almost growled at the end of his words.

I bring my hand up to touch the place he his hand had hit me. My heart is racing with anger and fear but I force myself to keep eye contact with him.

“I am not one of your underlings, and I am not one of your Death Eaters.” I say as I take slow breaths so I can get everything out. “I am Ginny Weasley, I am a member of Dumbledore’s Army, a daughter of the Order of the Phoenix, and a friend of Harry Potter. I will never call you Lord.”

He stands up so quickly it makes his chair fly back. His hand grabs my hair by the roots and he pulls me from the room. I thought he was going to lock me up in my room again, but instead of taking me to the door he turns so we are out in the main chamber. He throws me to the ground roughly and steps back to draw his wand.

I land on my hands and knees. I am panting as I feel the same cold marble under me from when I was eleven. My mind starts to fill with images of that nightmare time. I hear his footsteps circle me but I refuse to look up from the floor. If I look up I don’t think I will be able to breath.

I feel a sting on my shoulder. Then another one on my cheek. I don’t know what he is doing exactly but it seems as if he is putting minor stinging curses on me. When one hits my leg I bite my lip. Each one seems to hurt more.

“Ginny Ginny Ginny. I have been so kind to you, and this is how you repay me? By disrespecting me at my own table?” I can still hear the fury in his voice and I realize he is playing with me.

‘What am i going to do with you? Ginny Weasley, daughter of the Order?” He asks but I know he doesn’t really want me to answer. “You forgot one Ginny. Ginny Weasley, property of Lord Voldemort. To do with as he sees fit. You are mine Ginny, I thought you had learned that lesson. What can i do to you to make you understand how completely I own you now?” he asked as he throws another curse my way, this time I gasp before I can stop myself.

He moves very close to me and kneels down in front of me so that he can lift my chin with his finger. I decide I am still being defiant right now so I spit in his face. He slaps be again, harder than before and it knocks me off my balance so I land on my side.

He leans down over me and takes my chin his hand. I try and pull away but his grip is too strong. “Oh Ginny...” he starts and then sighs. “Don’t make me really hurt you.” he says softly as he runs the fingers from his free hand over my lips softly. “The faster you learn this lesson, the less pain there will be.” he promises and pushes my head back before he stands.

“Take her to her room, then send the maid in to clean her up” he tells someone I hadn’t noticed.

Luna-

I set the papers Malfoy had delivered down and look at the wall. I am wearing my more comfortable clothes today because I am not expecting anyone important to drop by. My hair his back to being its messy self and it makes me feel better.

Malfoy had taken my refusal to go out with him better then I would have thought. He looked surprised at first and then narrowed his eyes. We both knew there wasn’t anything he could do about it. I wasn’t breaking any rules by refusing to date him, that was a right I still had.

I decide to venture out for lunch today. I have been cooped up in the office since I came here. Well, besides for the night with Zabini, but that really doesn’t count. As I move out into the waiting area Zabini isn’t there. I think I had heard him say something about lunch, so I assume that is where he is.

I lock up the office as I leave and head down Diagon Alley to find someplace to eat. There are less people than there used to be crowding the streets, but it doesn’t seem like the Dark Lord has hurt business too much.

I go into one of the cafes and order myself a sandwich and a tea before I sit out in the sun. This is what I really wanted, sun. I have a rather nice lunch by myself actually and by the time I am walking back to the office I feel a little like my old self.

I am so distracted by the pleasant feeling that I don’t notice until too late when the tall dark cloaked figure pulls me into a blind alley. When I open my mouth to scream the man puts a strong hand over my mouth.

I hand him one of the takeout boxes and sit across from him. “I am glad you believe me, but I hardly need protecting.” I tell him with a frown.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” A familiar voice snaps. He pulls back his hood to reveal the flaming red hair his family is known for. Ronald Weasley had be pushed up against a wall with his hand over my mouth. I had dreams that started like this, they were very pleasant dreams.

“I am going to take my hand away now, are you going to scream?” he asks seriously.

I shake my head no. When he step back from me I get a better look at him. He seems thinner than he should be, and there are dark circles under his eyes. I knew that he was on the run, it was one of the articles I was supposed to write for the next issue. I was supposed to tell dirty lies about Ron and Hermione. Say that they were dangerous criminals and list a reward that would be given for information on their whereabouts.

“Where’s Hermione?” I ask as I do not see her and I thought they had escaped together.

The expression of sadness on his face turned to one of pain. “Death Eaters caught up with us last night...” he trailed off. “She.. They killed her in the battle.” he said and took a long slow breath as if he was trying not to cry.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him softly and place a hand on his arm. he looked up to me and frowned deeply.

“What happened Luna? I saw the Quibbler.” he said forcefully.

I look down and blush in embarrassment. “They... They were going to take it away from me Ron.. It is all I have of my father. If I print what they want they will let me keep it.” I tell him softly as I let my hand drop of him.

His body is still stiff as he looks down at me and then he sighs and I can hear him run his hands through his hair in frustration. “Do you... Do you know what happened to my sister?” he asks as he is obviously trying to change the subject.

The other Weasley’s, at least the living ones have all been arrested and put in Azkaban. This fact was printed in my first issue, but for some reason the Ministry did not wish to reveal the fate of the youngest of the clan.

“They are trying to keep it as quiet as they can, but if my information is correct she is being kept at the school.”

“Why would they keep her there?” He asks with a deep frown.

“I think.. I think it is because for some reason he wants her close.” I tell him remembering Malfoy’s exact words.

“What!?” he asks in a panicked voice. His eyes grow wide and he takes my arms forcefully again. “What would that monster want with my baby sister?!”

“I don’t know” I tell him with a strained voice, he is hurting my arm. “Look, you look as if you haven't gotten any sleep in days” I tell him in a worried tone. “Come to the back door of my offices after seven. Zabini will have left by then and I can get you some food and a bed.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” he snaps as I takes step back from me and puts up his hood.

“Please. I know you don’t really understand why I am doing this for them” I say as I take a step closer to him. “But part of it is that...” I search for the words. “I want to help. I can’t help if I defy them openly. But by doing as they want, I have a safe place for you to stay.” I put my hand on his. “Please let me at least do that.”

He looks at me with suspicion before he lets his shoulders slump. I can’t see his face because his hood hides it in shadow.

‘After seven.” he confirms and leaves the alley.

When I get back to the office Zabini raises an eyebrow at me. ‘Did you actually go out for lunch?” he asks a little surprised.

“The mood struck me.” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. “Did we get any floo calls while I was out?” I ask. I do not want him to press too hard about the lunch as all I can think about is Ron.

He shakes his head and narrows his eyes on me. “Anything interesting happen?” he asks as if he can read my mind.

It is my turn to shake my head. I head to my office as casually as I can to get away from any more questions. Once I settle behind my desk he is standing in the doorway.

“So I was thinking we could hit the pub tonight. You’ve got some nice clothes to wear now and you weren’t too bad to hang out with last time.” He says as he examines his nails. He is tense about something, but I can’t place what.

“Maybe another night. I have left the office enough for one day.” I say as I look down at the assignment for the month and start to take notes again.

“Yeah you are probably right, maybe in a couple of days.” he says and heads back to his desk.

I look up at the door he just left and frown. That was much too easy. When he wants something he usually pesters me for at least an hour. Did he not really want to hang out with me? But if that were true, why had he asked?

That night I stay in my office late to finish up the notes from the assignments. This was not unusual for me so Zabini left without asking any questions.

Once he was gone I take a small deep breath and looked at the clock. It was only an hour before I told Ron to come by. I decide to keep working until he gets here.

Two hours later I hear a knocking at the back door and I sigh with relief. I get up and rush to the door before opening it. I close it quickly behind him. When I turn to him he is taking off his hood.

“I thought you might not come.” I say awkwardly before leading him towards the stairs to my flat.

“I couldn’t find any place better.” he says with a low tone.

I smile back at him sadly and unlock my door. I head into my small kitchen first and pull out some of the leftovers to heat them up.

“I hope you don’t mind left over take out. I haven’t really been cooking lately.” I call out to where he is in the living room.

He appears in the doorway and half smiles. “Food is food, I’m not picky” he says as he watches me work. He seems to be relaxing, feeling more comfortable as time passes that this isn’t a trap.

“You can stay for as long as you like, we will just have to make you a good hiding place just in case anyone else decides to drop by.” I tell him as I work.

“Do people drop by often?” he asks as his eyes shoot to the door.

“Mr. Zabini follows me up sometimes to check on me.” I say with a shrug as that has become more normal life.

“Zabini? He is here too?” Ron asks with a frown.

“He is my assistant slash babysitter” I tell him with a sigh. “He is actually decent at both jobs I guess. When I was drunk he put me to bed.”

My words only seem to bring a deeper frown to his face. “You got drunk with him?” his eyes are narrowed again as he looks over at me.

I look up at him and shake my head. “Well he got me drunk more like. It was to celebrate our first issue. It isn’t like I can really tell him no about certain things. He may be my assistant, but he is the one in charge.”

Ron seems to consider my words in silence for a moment. There is a new anger in his eyes, and I am not sure why. “Did he.. Did he take advantage of you when he got you drunk?”

”No. I don’t think he likes me in that way.” I inform him so he will feel better. “Why do you care?”

“I’ve decided you are being honest.” he says as he moves over to the small kitchen table to sit down. “Which means it is now my job to protect you.” He says this very matter of factly. “You’re my only connection to Ginny..” he trails off more softly more to himself then to me.

“Is there anyone else I should worry about?” he asks as he eats, he isn’t going to give me the chance to refuse his protection.

“Mr. Malfoy asked me out on a date, but I told him no.” I say with a nod.

He almost chokes on his food and then looks up to me. “He’s way too old, and isn’t he married? Why he would he ask you out?” he asks with horror.

“I was speaking of the younger Mr. Malfoy” I answer when I realize his mistake.

That doesn’t seem to make it any better. “You’ve seen Malfoy?” he asks setting his food down for a moment.

I nod my head. “He is the Death Eater that has been assigned to check up on me. I see him about once a week.”

“And he asked you out?” he asks like I hadn’t just told him that.

I nod my head. “I am not completely sure why, but he was very surprised when I said no.”

The conversation continues like that through dinner. Him seeming to asses any danger I have put myself in and periodically demanding that I leave with him when he goes.

“It just doesn’t seem safe here for you Luna. I am sure we can set you up in the muggle world and you can lay low until after this all passes.” he offers for the tenth time of the night.

“No Ron. I am not leaving the Quibbler and you are not going to change my mind” I tell him firmly. I sigh and watch him for a moment. “Lets get some sleep. You can stay in the bed and I will take the sofa.” I tell him as I stand and collect our trash.

“No gentleman would let a lady sleep on the couch” he says turning away from me. He is still angry I will not leave with him.

“I am smaller than you, the couch will fit me better” I tell him like he is being stupid.

In the end I win and we settle down in our separate rooms. I sleep a little better than usual knowing there is someone else in the flat. The feeling makes me frown as I drift off to sleep. Why am I lonely?

Daphne-

When I enter the room she is sitting at the desk reading one of the books I had chosen for her. Her hair is a mess and when she looks up at me I can see a dark bruise on her chin.

I was told her and the Dark Lord had had a row this morning. I am surprised she doesn’t look worse to be honest. There was a rumor going around that she actually spit in his face, but I have been unable to confirm it.

I give her a sympathetic frown and head to the bathroom to get her brush. When I come back out she is reading again. Without a word I move up behind her and take out what is left of the braid. I start to brush her hair gently in silence and wait for her to speak first.

“I hate him so much.” She says after a while as she puts down her book.

“No one is expecting you to like him.” I tell her softly. “I have been told not to heal you” I add after a moment as if I regret the fact.

“It isn’t that bad, don’t worry about it” she says as she looks down at her hands.

I sigh and watch her for a little while. “Did you really spit in his face?” I can’t help but ask.

She nods her head slightly. I can’t help but have respect for a someone who actually has the guts to spit in the Dark Lord’s face.

“I’m surprised he didn’t do worse” I admit softly as I start to re-braid her hair.

“Me too...” She says softly and it makes me frown.

“Were you trying to get yourself hurt?” I ask in a worried voice. The Dark Lord would be very mad if this girl hurt herself. It was up to me to make sure that didn’t happen.

“No, I don’t think so.” She says as she lets out a soft sigh. “I just let my temper get the better of me.” She says and I relax a little.

“What was the fight over?” I ask as I tie the braid off and set the brush down on her desk. Draco wants me to get as much information about the situation as possible, and I don’t blame him for being curious. I would like the information for myself.

It was why I tried to give her the journal. The only charm on the thing is that I have an another journal that looks exactly the same. Anything she writes in hers will appear in mine. I had not expected her to act the way she did when I gave it to her, and I was even more surprised to find two words in it when I looked this morning.

FUCK YOU

I laughed when I saw it. Then I started to worry that maybe she had figured out the charm. She hasn’t mentioned it since I got here so I am starting to feel a little more relaxed.

“I refused to call him Lord.” She tells me as she gets to her feet. “Can we talk about something else?”

“I have some furniture catalogs we can look at.” I say going to my bag and pulling them out.

We look at them until our lunch arrives in the room. She wasn’t very helpful with picking anything you, but she also didn’t tell me no on anything either. So I will pretty much have to decorate her room by myself.

We eat in silence and after lunch is over I collect the catalogs and get ready to leave for the day.

“Daphne?” She asks as she looks down at her plate.

“Yeah?” I ask as I stop what I am doing to look up at her.

“Did you ask anyone about why I won’t write in your journal?” She asks and looks up at me.

“No.. I told you... I would get in trouble for giving it to you.” I say in a low voice before I frown.

“Do you remember the year the Chamber of Secrets opened?” She asks me and I nod. I remember vaguely she was the one that was found inside when Potter killed the Basilisk. What did that have to do with anything?

“That was my first year at school.” She says as she fiddles with her fingers. “I was given a mysterious journal that year before school started. I wrote in it, and it wrote back.” She is speaking so softly that I can hardly hear her. “He was nice at first. Charming and a very good listener.”

“Who?” I ask as I am confused by her story.

“Tom Riddle.” She explains and chews on her lower lip. “He was as sweet as honey and so very refined. He was a memory left in the journal of a boy who...” She trails off and looks away from me. “After a while I started to black out. I was so scared and I told him. He changed, turned mean and cold and mocking. He is the thing of my nightmares now.” She finishes and looks up at me.

“You think I would give you something like that?’ I ask sadly.

“You work for him don’t you?” She points out as if that explains everything.

“I work for the Dark Lord, not some Tom...” I trail off as I make the connection. “That was his name when he was young, before he was the Dark Lord?” I ask to confirm my suspicions.

She nods. “Don’t call him that though. I get it confused inside my head sometimes. I called him that this morning. It was what started the fight.”

I frown and nod my head. “I will keep that in mind.” I tell her and bite my lower lip. I keep myself from smiling. She is opening up to me already and it has gotten me some very interesting information. “I have to go, will you be alright?” I ask as I look her over.

She nods and walks over to the desk where she had left the book. “Thanks to you I have something to do at least.” She says and smiles at the book.

I move to the door and place my hand on the handle. “Ginny?” I ask before I leave.

“Yeah?” She looks up from her book.

“There aren't any spells on that book. I promise it is just something to write in.” Before she I leave without letting her respond.

Ginny-

When Daphne leaves I frown at the closed door. Maybe if I am nice to her she will help me out of this. But I will have to gain her trust first. We will have to truly before friends instead of this awkward relationship we have now.

I open the bottom drawer and look at the book she gave me once again. I take it out and place it on the desk. She had said there were no spell on it, but there is no real way to confirm that. I open the book and see my two words still there. There is no response to them or anything like that.

Do I want a place to put my thoughts? Would it be better for me if I could empty my fears out into this book? What if someone found it? No it is much too dangerous of an idea. I place the book back where I had hidden it before.

I open up the book I was reading again and entertain myself that way the rest of the day. I only have a few pages left in the book when I hear the door open behind me. I freeze and my heart hammers in my chest as I listen to heavier footsteps move across the room towards me. He plays with the end of my braid for a moment before speaking.

“Is there anything you would like to say to me?” Comes his deep voice.

“No.” I say with a coldness I didn’t know I had in me.

“You will be joining me for supper.” He informed me and stepped back so I could get to my feet. It isn’t worth fighting over so I do as he expects.

He takes my arm and leads me back to the dining room from this morning. I steel my courage and look up at the Chamber as we pass. It is very much the same as I remember it, and that sends a chill through me like nothing else. There are a few differences I notice. It is much more clean now, age and neglect wiped way. There is now a silver throne raised on a platform just in front of the large face of Salazar Slytherin.

I am pulled into the dinning room before I can tell any more details about the throne. He drops my arm and locks the door before pulling out my chair for me. I sit down as I had done this morning and watch my hands as I try to figure out how to not have the same fight with him.

He fills his glass from a decanter set beside it. The liquid is black in this light and seems thicker than wine.

“Would you like some my dear?” he asks as he gives me an amused smirk. I shake my head deciding it is best if I speak as little as possible.

“That is for the best, I do not think it would be to your liking.” he says as he takes a sip and sets the glass down. “Now, would you like supper?” he asks as he looks at me exspatantingly.

I try to think of a way I can ask without upsetting him, but also not giving into him either.

“I would like supper Sir.” I say as I compromise. He looks at me with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t like the compromise I can tell, but he is not as angered by it either.

“May I please have some supper Sir?” I ask giving him a bit more politeness to see if it softens his frown.

“That will do for now.” he says and with a wave of his hand both our plates fill with the meal.

I start to take small bites of the food as I keep my head down. I don’t really want to talk to him. There is a knot in my stomach every time he is around and I am finding it hard to eat. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep my eyes down.

“You are being very quiet.” he says with displeasure in his voice. “Tell me what you have been up to today.” he orders.

“Well...” I start as I try to calm my nerves. “Daphne and I spent the morning looking at furniture to redecorate my room. After she left I spent the rest of the day reading until you came and got me.”

“Are you pleased that I am allowing you to change your room?” he asks to continue the conversation.

“I... I don’t really care that much. A prison is a prison no matter what it looks like.” I say and take a breath to look up at him. He is sneering at my words.

“You see you soft bed and warm covers as a prison?” he asks in a low voice.

“It is a very comfortable prison.” I admit sadly.

He leans over so he can look directly into my eyes. He lifts my chin and runs a thumb over my mouth. My skin crawls at his touch, but I do not pull away.

“You are right of course. It is a prison.” he says “But I have allowed you many freedoms that I could take away. You are mine Miss Weasley and I could take you the way I want you when I want you.” he says as he lets his fingers trail down my throat.

I feel cold at his words and I bite the inside of my lip as I try not to react.

“You are completely mine, you have no choices but the choices I give you.” He tells me as he draws back. “I want you to come to my bed willingly, but I will only wait so long.” he says firmly.

“I will never go to you willingly.” I say in a calm voice. “You murdered the man I love, why would I ever want to be with you?” I ask as I try to make my point without angering him.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously at me and I sit a little straighter in my chair. I am tired of feeling broken. I am not looking for a fight, but that does not mean I do not have a spine. His little tantrum from this morning will not have me bend to him so quickly.

“You say that now, but you are a smart girl, you will see it my way in the end.” he says keeping his eyes locked on mine to try and make me break first. I narrow my own eyes and look back at him. It is time he learned how strong I am.

We stay in silent competition for a long while. We both are much too stubborn to back down. As I look into his crimson eyes I start to feel a strange kind of tingling in my brain. Out of nowhere I start thinking about memories I have pushed down as deep as I could.

I start to think about the time when I loved Tom. Before he turned curle when he was my only friend in a new scary place. I think about all the warm feelings I have for him hidden deep and out of reach.

A memory of a dream I had when I was thirteen comes into such focus I feel as if I am having it again now while I am awake.

I am sitting in an empty classroom. My desk and the teacher’s are the only ones set up. The room is mostly dark with a single light shining on me. I am writing a single fine over and over again on a piece of paper in front of me.

lirg dab a eb ton lliw I

I frown as I write this over and over again. I have no idea what it means but I just keep writing it. I suddenly feel a hand on the back of my desk, but I do not jump like I knew it was coming.

“You are almost ready for me.” Tom’s deep voice whispers in my ear. I can feel his hot breath on my neck and there is a pleasant reaction from my body. His hand moves down the front of my chest and into my shirt “You want me don’t you sweetheart?”

I moan “Yes...”

I suddenly realize how very unbidden the memory was and break eye contact with Tom. The memory starts to fade and move into the back of my mind again. I can still feel his hand down my shirt and I am shaking a little from the sensations the memory pulled out of me.

“How dare you!” I growl as I look up at him again. My face is red with embarrassment, anger and excitement left over from the naughty dream.

He is sitting back now with a much more relaxed posture. He seems very pleased with himself for finding the dream and using it against me.

“You were giving me such an opening, I could not resist. I seem to have found quite a few things you don’t like in there.” he says motioning to my head. “I am going to have to consider this new information.” he adds as a smile slowly spreads across his face.

“Finish your meal and someone will come retrieve you.” he says as he gets to his feet. “Be good for them or I will have to punish you.” he adds after a moment.

Luna-

To my great pleasure Ron stayed with me for a few days so he could get his strength back. We set up a signal so he would know if I was alone and I cast a charm on the underside of my bed so that if someone looked there all they would see was extra copies of old Quibblers.

After work the next day I head to the stairs to my flat and Zabini cuts me off. “You said you would come out with me tonight. Change into the pink dress my mom picked. I am taking you to a nightclub so there will be dancing” he says before stepping out of my way and heading to the front door.

“Pick you up in an hour.” He adds and is gone before I can say no.

I head up to my apartment and give the signal that I am alone before I open the door. Ron is sitting on the sofa in a pair of old sweats and nothing else. My eyes run over his long toned muscles and I blush as I realize what I am doing.

I clear my throat and he looks up with a smile. “How was work?” he asks setting down a magazine he was reading. “Find out anything new?”

I frown and shake my head before I turn to my bedroom. “Zabini is taking me out to a club tonight.” I tell him and rush into the bathroom to start my shower before he can respond.

While in the bathroom I take a longer shower and then brush out my hair and dry it so it looks more smooth. I wrap a towel around me and head into my bedroom.

Ron is standing in the doorway waiting for me, he blushes when he see the towel and turns his back.

“So you tell Malfoy no and Zabini yes?” he asked with concern in his voice. “Do you like him?”

I frown confused at his question. “He is okay for being a complete jerk.” I say with a shrug as I pull out the new pink dress and just stare at it a moment before I decide what to do.

The dress is a light pink in color. It is somewhat low cut and looks as if it will fit tight around my chest while handing loose everywhere else. It is sleeveless, but the back comes up and wraps around the neck like a reverse halter top. I don’t know if I am brave enough to wear something that shows so much skin. I feel like it is going to look ridiculous on me.

“So you want to date him?” Ron’s question brings me back to reality.

“What? Date him? No.” I sat as I put the dress on the bed and find underthings to wear with the dress. “It is more like bonding with a co-worker. Like I am one of the guys.” I tell him as I find a strapless bra and matching knickers.

“Oh... So he is trying to make friends with you?” He asks as he tries to understand the situation.

“Exactly, and I have to see him every day so it is just wiser to go with him on the little outings” I slip the dress into place and check myself in the mirror. I turn to face Ron who still has his back to me. “How do I look?” I ask as I run my hands over the dress realizing the skirt only goes down to my mid thigh.

The look Ron gives me makes me blush even deeper. “That is not something one of the guys would hear.” Is all he can say as I find myself some silver flats.

“But how does it look? Zabini wanted me to wear it but I think it might look silly on me.” I tell him with a frown. “I think he may be setting me up to tease me.”

“Zabini asked you to wear that?” He asks and I nod. “Yeah I don’t think he sees you as one of the guys either. You shouldn’t go.”

Before I can respond there is a knock on my front door. I motion with my head to under the bed and go to meet Zabini.

When I open the door I find him leaning against the doorframe with a frown on his lips. He is wearing black slacks and a crimson colored button up shirt.

When he looks at me his eyes run from my chest to my knees and back again. “I knew that would look good on you.” he said as he stands up.

The frown is gone and he has an almost predatory look on his face now. “You should have some fun tonight, maybe drink less dance more and get yourself a hook-up.” he says and winks at me.

“It won’t be just you and me like I thought. A whole group from Hogwarts got out for the weekend so that should be fun.” he says in such a way that I don’t think he thinks it will be fun at all.

“Maybe I should stay in then. So you can hang out with your friends while they are in town.” I offer as I see a way out of this.

“No no, you have to come.” he says as he takes my hand and leads me down and out onto the street.

He let go of my hand once we were outside and he walked towards down the street towards a part of Diagon Alley I had never visited.

It was mostly filled with restaurants, pubs, and nightclubs. The people hanging around outside of the buildings all seemed a bit sketchy to me.

“Should we really me here?” I ask.

I move a bit closer to Zabini as a man looks at me as if he is planning to eat me for lunch.

“Yeah, this is the fun part of town.” he said as he looked back at me with a sly smile.

When we got into the nightclub he took my hand again so he could lead me through the thick crowd of people towards where his friends were sitting. To my utter horror at least one of his friends was the last person i wanted to see during my off time.

Sitting at a low table six people she recognized as Slytherins, even if she wasn’t quite sure of all of their names. Pansy Parkinson was sitting on Theodore Nott’s lap playing with his hair. Tracy Davis was sitting with her legs crossed and a neon pink drink in her hand, next to her was a older boy who had his hand on her thigh like it was staking a claim. Daphne Greengrass sat slightly apart from the others holding a bottle of water and playing with her earring. Finally there was Draco Malfoy, sitting on a sofa by himself with his arms stretched over the back on both sides like he owned the place.

I narrow my eyes at Zabini, he should have known I wouldn’t want to be here with Malfoy. He gives me a slight shrug before he is pulled away by Daphne.

“Sit by me Blaise, I’m lonely.” She says with a pout on her lips. Zabini complies without resistance and I look around for a place to sit with the group.

Pansy looks up to me and sneers. “Who invited the freak?” She asked the group. She looks back to Theodor for backup when she realizes he is staring at my chest. She hits him in the arm and gives him a murderous look.

“I wanted her here.” Draco says and moves over on the couch so there is a place next to him free. I look at him with a frown and I can’t help but take in his appearance outside of the Death Eater’s robes. He is wearing a dark striped button up shirt with the a few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He really is a beautiful man if you can ignore the dark mark on his otherwise pale skin.

“Which means I am leaving.” I says as I come back to my senses. I am going to have words with Zabini about this in the morning.

When I turn to go I feel his hand grasp my wrist tightly. I feel his body move up against my back and he leans over so he can speak into my ear.

“Don’t go. Just have one drink with me.” he says in a sultry tone. “We both know you are free to leave if you really wish, but aren't you the least bit curious what it would be like to stay?” He asks as he lets his lips brush against my ear. “It would be a shame to waste such an amazing dress. Even Adrian noticed you when you walked up, and believe me, that never happens when he is with Tracy.”

“If I stay tonight, will you promise to never ask again?” I ask as I try to keep the flush from my skin unsuccessfully.

“If you stay the whole night and you still honestly don’t want my interest then I will leave you alone” he promises before taking a step away from me.

I sigh and nod my head. I could get through one night. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about him any longer. I head to sit on the place he had cleared for me before and sits next to me, placing an arm on the backing of the couch behind me.

“Theodore go get us a round. I’ll have another and Luna will have a Blushing Chaser.” I frown at him and narrow my eyes.

“What is a Blushing Chaser?” I ask as an annoyed Pansy huffs behind me and Theodore takes everyone’s drink orders.

“It is a girly drink that tastes like fruit.” Malfoy says with a smirk. “Blaise told me you were quite a lightweight.”

“He had me doing shots of something... brown.” I say in my defence.

“Nighthawk Firewhisky” Zabini said from across the table. Daphne pouted at him and put her leg over his to get his attention back.

“How many shots did you do?” Malfoy ask sounding a bit impressed.

“More than six... and then I lost count.” I tell him honestly.

“Well this will be much more about taste and much less about getting blackout drunk.”

“Sounds good to me.” I tell him as I don’t really want to be so out of control in front of these people.

I look around at the others in the little group again. Parkinson is pouting on the seat Nott had been sitting on. Davis is now sitting closer to the man that must be Adrian and his hand has moved further up her thigh where it is almost under her very short shirt. Zabini now has Greengrass straddling his lap and his hands a resting on her hips.

“Aren't most of you still in school?” I ask as I want to move away from the actions that are making me feel flush.

“I graduated last year.“ Adrian says and looks over to Malfoy to finish the answer.

“I got the rest of them a night pass to come and have a little fun” he explains with a smirk. He obviously likes to flaunt the power he has.

Theodore comes back with a tray full of drinks and passes them out to everyone starting with Malfoy and then Adrian. It was odd way to give out the drinks, and it seemed a little awkward for some reason. I take the drink that is handed to me and I sniff it. It smells like grapefruit and it is a light pink color. I take a small taste and decide it is acceptable before I turn to Malfoy.

“So Mr. Malfoy.” I start because the others seem busy with their own things.

“Draco. We are not working so you can drop the Mr.” he says and then waves his hand for me to continue.

“So.. Draco.” I start again a little annoyed. “What do you guys usually do at a nightclub. Sit around a table ignore each other and drink?” I ask as I feel annoyed that Zabini has not said more than five words to me since we got here.

“There is also dancing and fooling around. Care to try either of those?” he asked as a dark smile crossed his lips.

“Not at the moment.” I tell him as I take another sip of my drink. He nods and sips his own still smirking.

“You actually have an amazing body Lovegood. You should stop hiding it so much.” Malfoy says as his hand rests on my knee.

“I don’t really want to be noticed for my body, I much rather be noticed for my brain” I say watching the hand closely.

“Some men can notice both at the same time” he pointed out as his thumb gently runs over my skin.

The touch is sending a strange kind of feeling through me, and it is making me uncomfortable. I sip my drink again to relax and turn back to Malfoy.

“That might be true, but it doesn’t really matter to me.” I say as I look into his silver eyes.

“It should matter to you. A man that only notices your brain will never make you heart quiver or your knickers wet.” His words make me blush and he smiles in enjoyment at that fact. His hand then moves a little further up to my thigh.

“None of that” I say finally pushing his hand off and drinking a large gulp of my Blushing Chaser.

“You're no fun” he says with a playful pout as he looks over the rest of the group and then back to me.

He falls silent for a while as we drink our drinks and I try to relax. Once I am done with my first Malfoy gets to his feet and holds his hand out to me.

“Lets dance.” he says and I can tell it is not a request this time. I take his hand and let him lead me out into the dance floor. He turns me around quickly and places my back against his chest with his hands on my hips. Many people seem to be dancing this way so I guess it is normal. he is holding onto my hips tightly as he helps me move to the music.

After I get comfortable with him so close to me I start to enjoy myself. We move to the beat of a low base and I realize how easily I could lose myself to the rhythmic tones. At first when I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck I don’t really think anything about it. When I feel him give me a soft kiss just below my hairline a shock goes through me that lands between my legs and I try to pull away.

He is holding me tightly and chuckling. “It was just a kiss Lovegood, don’t panic. You smelt good.” he whispers in my ear as he holds me. “I promise not to do it again tonight unless you ask.”

“I am not going to ask Draco. I am not interested in you the way you seem to want.” I tell him, but I know I am not being completely honest. My brain wants nothing to do with Draco Malfoy, but my body seems to have a different opinion.

“You say that, but you are letting me hold be very close.” He says keeping his lips a breath away from my ear.

“Because this is the way everyone is dancing.”

He chuckles and we dance like that for a while longer. Once we are both sweating and thirsty he puts his arm around my waist as we move to the bar to get another drink. I decide on water which makes him frown but he doesn’t comment.

Once we have ordered I disentangle myself from his arm and sit on one of the stools at the bar. “I must admit I am having a good time.” I tell him which makes him smile and move to put his hands on me again. I stop him before he does. “It does not mean this is a date.” I say firmly as I look into his grey eyes.

He mouth twitches into a frown, but only for a moment before he recovers. “Fine, not a date. Just two people having fun.” I nod in agreement. “But it means we are doing it again.” he adds firmly.

“Why did you ask me out, and set this up anyway? I was pretty sure you disliked me when were in school. I am pretty sure you disliked me last week when you bullied me at the office.”

“I like to try new things.” Was all he would say on the matter.

Daphne-

“I want you to keep Blaise distracted and happy tonight.” Draco tells her as she is fixing her makeup in his apartment. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Why?” I ask as I look over my shoulder at him. The others think Draco wanted alone time with me so we could have a quick go, but really it was an information exchange. Besides for some light flirting I didn’t really think Draco was interest in bedding me any longer.

“You’ll figure it out” is all he says with a wave of his hand. “Have any new of the girl?” he asked as he changed subjects.

“Nothing really with current events. Besides the fact he hasn’t fucked her yet and his being very forgiving with her.” I tell him as I turn to him fully all ready for the night ahead of me.

My dress in short and tight and blue. I look like a complete bimbo in it but that was the look I was going for. Blaise was one of those boys that really would fuck anything that moved, so I wasn’t worried about my assignment.

“Do you have a history lesson for me?” he raised with a raised eyebrow.

“She told me some of what lead to her being in the Chamber of Secrets our second year. How much do you know?” I ask as I lean back against the mirror.

“My father is the one that gave her the journal. Since I took the mark he filled me in.” He surprised me with the information and I filed that away.

“Well then you probably know more about it than me. Except for the fact that she still has nightmares about the younger Dark Lord. I could see it in her face.”

“Good to know.” Draco says firmly and nods his head before he offers me his arm. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

I watch with curiosity as Blaise enters the with the Lovegood girl. She looks different now and is actually dressed for the club in a rather revealing pink number. She scans her eyes over us and I can see her avoiding Draco’s gave for as long as she can. I look to Blaise and see that he is watching her much too closely. Before he can get in the way of whatever Draco’s plans are for the girl I take action.

“Sit by me Blaise, I’m lonely.” I say and out my lips a little at him. He tears his eyes away from Lovegood long enough to get a view of my dress before he takes the seat next to mine.

“Who invited the freak?” I hear Pansy ask as I smile at Blaise.

“I wanted her here.” Draco responds and we all know, even Pansy, that means she is staying.

“Which means I am leaving.” Lovegood says and I almost let out a laugh. Well I guess not all of us know it yet. I glance up to see Draco go after her and start to whisper things in her ear.

“You just a delivery boy tonight?” I tease Blaise in soft tones as I catch him watching the two.

“Mostly, but that is before I saw you were going to be here.” he says as he runs his fingers over my thigh. “Why haven't I gotten a taste of this yet?” he asks.

“Because I not a slut like your other conquests.” i tell him playfully as I move his hand to my knee.

“Theodore go get us a round. I’ll have another and Luna will have a Blushing Chaser.” Draco commands and I glance up to the annoyance on Pansy’s face. She has been all over Theodore tonight to try and get Draco jealous. What she doesn’t know is that Draco doesn’t get jealous over people sifting through his trash. He does have fun playing with her though it seems.

Theodore takes our drink orders and I go back to giving my full attention to Blaise.

“So how are you liking your new job? Is it awful babysitting the freak?” i ask, but he isn’t listening to me. Instead he is watching Draco play with the Lovegood girl. I turn and listen to their conversation for a moment.

“He had me doing shots of something... brown.” Lovegood says firmly

“Nighthawk Firewhisky” Zabini answers so I pout at him and put my leg over his to get his attention back on me.

He looks at him and runs his hand over my leg. “I am sorry have I been ignoring you?” he asks as he uses the other hand to play with my hair.

“I just asked if you like your new job? And if it was awful babysitting the freak. But it seems you like the babysitting part since you are doing it now” I tell him with another pout and them move up onto his lap before straddling him and blocking his view of Lovegood completely.

“I like my job just fine. It is fun to watch a body like hers.” he says with an evil smirk.

“What about a body like mine?” I ask as I roll my hips against him. His hands settle on my hips and I smile.

“More than fun, but I’ve heard a nasty rumor that you are a tease.” he says playfully.

“Only when I don’t get my way.” I reply and lean forward. “Would you like to show me your apartment?” I ask figuring it would be best to get him as far from Lovegood and Draco as I can.

“You sure are attentive tonight.” he says as he starts to sound suspicious.

“Women have needs too, and you are the only worthwhile male here that isn’t already paired off. You should take advantage while you can.” I say as I roll up hips against him. “You know how fickle I can be.”

I feel his fingers run up his run up and down my spine. He pulls me down and kisses my neck before whispering in my ear.

“I’m not leaving here without her” he says firmly then nips my earlobe. “I’ll make you a bet though” he offered as his hands trailed down my back and thighs. “If she goes home with him tonight I’ll be your slave the next time you are in Diagon Alley. If she turns him down by the end of the night I get to take you home and do wicked things with you.”

I have to admit that the game makes my skin tingle in ways that I had been faking before now. There was nothing like a little risk to heighten your senses.

“You are not allowed to interfere in any way for the game to be valid.” I told him as I leveled my eyes with him.

He gives me a sly smirk as his fingers push their way under my skirt. “Oh I plan to keep very busy while we are here.” he tells me as his hands slip up my outer thighs.

“Now that we are betting, don’t you think I should take petting off the menu?” I ask playfully, but I am enjoying his touch too much to stop him, and we both know it.

He tries to get his hands into my knickers most of the night as we make out and play with each other. I never let him get into through that last small piece of fabric and I can see the frustration in him growing as the night goes on. Just like Draco this boy is used to getting his way, and the fact that he is not only makes him try harder.

Around eleven we are distracted from out private battle by voices being raised behind us.

“Thank you for a lovely evening, but it is starting to get late and I have work.” Luna says as she pulls out of Draco’s grasp.

“Stay.” Draco says firmly and the rest of us know it is not a request.

“Maybe next time.” She says and heads out of the nightclub. I turn and watch Draco follow her.

“Why do you think he wants the freak?” I ask as I watch him catch up with her and pull her back against him across the room.

“Because she doesn’t want him and keeps telling him no.” Blaise answers as he watches the scene play out.

She pulls away from him again and this time she gets out the door. Draco frowns after her and heads back towards us. I look back at Blaise with a pout on my lips. I thought I had backed a sure thing.

“Don’t worry, you are going to enjoy this as much as I do.” Blaise says sinfully as his fingers hook into my knickers and push past the fabric to touch in a place that makes me shiver. He plays with me a few moments before pulling his hand back and forcing me to get up so that he can stand.

“See you later Draco.” he says as he leads me out off the club

The moment we are in the safety in his flat he pushes me back against the door roughy and starts to explore my body. I feel his hands push my skirt up until he finds my knickers. His lips trail the column of my neck. I purr as my body becomes alive in his hands. I move my fingers up to the collar of his shirt and yank it open so that his buttons go flying. I wasn’t playing innocent virgin tonight, I was determined to relieve some stress.

He chuckled as he felt the shirt open and with one quick movement I heard my knickers and felt them being yanked off my body and tossed away. I gasp and close my eyes as I let his wicked fingers play my body like as others play a violin. He draws sounds out of me I did not know I could make.

When I feel ready for him it is my turn to act. I was not planning to let him have it all his way. I suddenly push him away from me and back him towards his sofa like the predator I am. I push him so that he trips over the arm and lands prone on his back.

Once glance over him and I frown that he pants and belt are still in place. My hand moves to the belt and I undo it with deft fingers. I rip his belt from him angrily because it is keeping me from what I want. He helps by making quick work of his fly and pushing his pants and boxers down enough to release the manhood that had been straining at his clothes.

I crawl over him and straddle his waist as I lean down and bite his neck hard enough to leave teeth marks. He chuckles under me as he lets me have control for now. I reach my hand between us as I adjust my hips so I can lower myself down onto him. I let out a low growl and I roll my hips as I feel him fill me.

He has been working me to this point all night and I realize I would have had sex with him even if he had lost our bet. That doesn’t matter at the moment. All that matters is my own pleasure, I don’t even care for his. I move my hips against him and lean back to brace myself against the arm of the couch to move against him more roughly. I feel his hands move to my hips and try to start to control my movements.

I can feel the pressure built up inside of me. My body starts to tremble as I move to the very edge of pleasure. Right before I can feel myself tipping over the edge into oblivion Blaise pushes me off of him and dumps me me the floor. I feel empty and frustrated. I glare up at him with narrow my eyes at him hatefully.

He laughs and gets off the couch so he can remove the rest of his clothes. “I’m not done yet, why would I let you finish?” He asks with an amused tone. I use the time to pull off my dress, but I leave on my bra for now.

“And anyway, I won the bet. Tonight is about me. I may not let you come at all.” he says with his eyes twinkling in delight.
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