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Face of War	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 19603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Update! I am have just re-posted the chapter with grammar and other fixes! If my constant errors bothered you before, you have the wonderful Eclectic_Pet to thank for my new and improved writing!)
A/N- Will maybe it would be better to call it an Author's rant? Anyway! I am back! And I think you will be getting a lot more updates from me in coming days. Sorry it has been so long, but stupid life has gotten in the way of my writing... as it does. Between ending school, all the family crap for the holidays, running an event at a local con and moving... (Yeah I have done a lot since I saw you guys last...) I didn't have much time to write. But now that is all behind me so I hope to update again soon!

Eclectic_Pet- I am glad you seem to be enjoying the many plots of this story. Here is a bit more...

Ginny-
“Do you need any help with your charms homework? You know I got top marks in charms when I was in school.” Tracey offers her help with a fake smile on her fake face. I look up to see both Daphne and Millicent looking at her oddly.
“No, I’m doing just fine on my own.” I tell her in as polite a tone as I can find in myself.
“Suit yourself…” She said before she goes back to whatever it was she was doing at the moment.
I go back to focusing on my homework and trying to ignore the fact the other girls are there. I have three scrolls to write for different classes and I plan to get the bulk of the work done tonight if I can. I’m not sure how much time passes before Daphne speaks up.
“How did your meeting with the Dark Lord go yesterday?” She asks drawing me out of my work once again.
I figure it’s time for a break anyway so I set my quill down and turn to face her. I sigh before I begin to speak. “It was fine I guess. It felt very odd to give him a piece of my magic, but I would have to say it was worth the price.”
“Did it hurt my Lady?” Millicent asks before she looks down in embarrassment. “Sorry…” She murmurs as she obviously thinks it isn’t her place to speak.
“It didn’t hurt; it just felt like he was pulling a thread from my heart. It was like an odd sort of tugging.” I tell her and give her a kind smile so she knows I’m not upset with her.
“Why did he want it anyway?” Tracey asks after trying to pretend she wasn’t listening to us.
“I can’t tell you that.” I say simply and straighten my back.
“What is so…” Tracey starts to ask when the door bursts open and hits the wall with a cracking sound.
All three of us jump and look up to see what has made such a loud sound. What I find in my doorway sends an uncontrolled shiver down my spine. Tom steps into my room with a look of cold fury upon his face.
“I need to speak with Miss Weasley alone.” He says and the three girls rush out of the room as if they were on fire. Honestly, I wish I could join them; the last place I wish to be is in a room alone with Tom in a mood like this.
“Is something wrong my Lord?” I ask once the door is closed. I try to keep my voice even, but I’m not sure I succeed.
“I wish to relieve some stress, and thanks to you I no longer have a Mistress to go to.” He says in a misleadingly calm voice.
I swallow hard as I remember what I saw when he last used his Mistress to relieve stress. I look at the ground and try my best not to seem like I’m defying him. “What can I do to help my Lord?” I ask in as calm a voice as I can.
He smirks at me in a way that makes me want to crawl out of my skin and hide. “Undress for me.” He says as he takes a seat in the overstuffed armchair.
“Does this mean you have solved the problem we had before?” I ask in what I hope is a pleased sounding tone.
He chuckled and motioned for me to stand. “Undress for me.” He repeats without giving me an answer.
With nervous flies in my stomach, I stand and walk to stand in front of him. My hands tremble as I start to undo the buttons of the shirt and slowly reveal a pink lace bra to him. I hear a chuckle again before he suddenly pulls me into his lap.
“You are so very innocent my lioness.” He tells me as I sit stiffly, dropping my hands to my lap. “Did I tell you to stop?” He asks in a dark tone.
“No my Lord.” I say and quickly start to undo the last few buttons of my shirt. He parts it for me running rough fingertips over the top edge of my breasts.
“Your innocence is one of the reasons it has to be you.” He says more to himself than to me. “There are just so many reasons that make you my perfect Empress. It’s like you were made for this single reason.” He adds and runs his fingers up my neck before he looks into my eyes. “If I could love anyone, it would be you my lioness.”
I’m not really comfortable with the way he’s touching and speaking to me so I try looking away, but he catches my chin turning it back to face him. I try to pull out of his grasp before I notice that his eyes are green. I hold my breath so I don’t scare the vision away this time.
“You must feel so lost here…alone with no friends.” He says in a soft voice, I’m not sure how I should answer him. I let out a slow breath and decide to go for broke.
“I have you.” I say before I lean in and kiss him the way I used to kiss Harry. I know he isn’t completely Harry, but I feel the kiss will only bring more of the boy I love out in this man that I hate.
He pulls back suddenly and pushes me off his lap. “You little minx!” He says in a tone that is no longer soft or kind. “You will pay for your little game.” He adds before standing to his full height.
“What did I do my Lord?” I ask to play innocent and try to get out of whatever he’s thinking.
“You know perfectly well what you were just trying.” He says and grabs a fist full of my hair by the root before he starts to drag me behind him. I can’t tell where we are going but I feel the soft rug turn into smooth stone.
He throws me down and when I look up, we are in the Chamber. “Now finish.” He says, but I have no idea what he’s asking for so I just look up at him.
“Finish what my Lord?” I ask glancing around to Draco and Pucey standing to the side, I know better than to think they would get in his way.
“Undressing.” He replies in a cruel tone.
I swallow trying to think of anything I could say to change his mind. He looks as if he doesn’t have much more patience for me and I find I can’t think of a single thing. Unable to see any other options I look at the floor and start to undo the buttons of my shirt.
It is cold in the Chamber so I can already feel goosebumps blooming on my skin as I let the shirt fall to the ground. I unzip the skirt and push it over the curve of my hips before I let it settle on the cold black marble floor. I stand in front of him and anyone else who is around shivering in my bra and knickers. I can hear whispering so I know that there are more than just those I noticed before.
“Continue.” He orders and a shiver goes down my spine.
“Please my Lord?” I ask in a tight voice. I don’t wish to be completely nude in front of his loyal followers.
“Hold your head up, and continue.” He says in an instructive tone as if I’m an unruly pupil.
I look up to him and straighten my back. I suddenly have the wish to present myself as noble as possible, to try, and save what little dignity he allows me. I reach behind and unclasp my bra before I let it too drop to the floor.
I suddenly hear scuffling off in the direction, Draco was standing, but I decide it is better not to look. I push the last shred of clothing I have on over my hips and let them pool with my skirt. I stand before the Dark Lord completely exposed. I stand tall and say nothing as I wait for his next command.
“Miss Greengrass can you come and pull up your Lady’s hair, it is in the way of her punishment.” He says without looking away from my eyes.
“Yes my Lord.” Daphne says and I can feel her come up behind me adjusting my hair so it’s off my back before she moves away again.
“Put your hands above your head my lioness.” He commands and waits for it to be done before he cast a spell that wraps my wrists in rope, holding them in place. “Do you have anything to say to your Lord before your punishment begins?”
Luna-
Blaise opens my office door without knocking and I almost fall out of my chair. “We just got this from Hog…” he starts before looking me over with a serious expression, closing the door. “Luna, you have to tell me what has you so jumpy. I can’t help if you don’t confide in me.”
I look into his eyes and they are filled with concern, real concern. It’s a very odd feeling to think that maybe this arrogant blood purist has grown to like me. I bite my inner cheek and look down at my desk.
“Well someone worse already knows maybe you can help deal with him. A few days ago…” I start, looking anywhere but his face. “Rookwood was drunk and attacked me.”
With the sound of a heavy thump I look up to see a rather angry Blaise, I’m taken back by the raw emotion on his face. “I’ll kill him.” He snaps and turns as if he is planning to do the deed right in that moment.
“I already have.” I say very softly so that maybe he wouldn’t hear. The way he stops dead in his tracks lets me know he has heard me very clearly.
“You… killed him?” He asks and turns to face me once again. “You killed one of the Dark Lord’s inner circle?”
“I didn’t mean to, he was all over me and I panicked; I didn’t even have my wand, it was some accidental magic and it threw him back. I think he hit his head and Lestrange was there…” I know I’m ranting, but now that it has come out, I can’t seem to stop the flow of words. “... He said he would take care of it and that he would come to talk to me…” I realize I’m having a bit of trouble breathing and that I may be going into a full panic attack when Blaise interrupts me.
“Which one? Which Lestrange?” He asked and I have to actually focus to answer his question.
“Rabastan.” I say and I’m about to keep talking when Blaise holds up his hand for me to stay silent.
“Only answer what I am asking love, okay?” He asks and I nod. “Take deep breaths.” He adds and I nod again. He lets me breath for a little while before he asks his next question. “Where and when did this all happen?”
“It was just outside of The Rusty Boot, Monday morning before I came into work.” I tell him still trying to keep myself calm.
“Well if Rabastan hasn’t reported it by now, he wants something else out of it. You have to let me listen in when he comes to call.” He says as if there is no question to this fact. “Now I need you to calm down because we have work to do.”
I nod, taking a few more breaths before I look up at him again. “What did you bring in to show me?” I ask,while he’s picking up the package, he dropped on the ground.
“This came for you from Hogwarts; it has the Dark Lord’s seal on it.” He says and sets the heavy packet down in front of me. I read the note on the top.
Quibbler Staff,
The following pages will be incorporated into your next issues as well as a full story on the enclosed events. I do not think I need to remind you that said article should show these events as the heinous terrorist acts they are.
~Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Lucius Malfoy
When I open the packet, I find several pictures of my friends with notes on the back of each. When Ronald is suddenly glaring up at me from the pile, I sigh and run my hand over his face.
“You knew him?” Blaise asks as he looks over my shoulder.
“We were in the DA together…” I say and shake my head before looking at the next photo.
“You were in the DA with the lot of them, why is he special?” He asks sounding suspicious.
I sigh again looking up at him. “If you really must know, Ronald was my first crush. Well, actually my first and only.”
“So he is my real competition.” He says taking the picture from me so he can look at it more closely.
I shake my head and set the pictures aside so I can read the other information. As I’m reading, Blaise starts to read the back of Ronald’s photo.
“Blood Traitor, wanted for high crimes against the Dark Empire.” He shakes his head. “I just remember him cursing himself to puke up slugs, and now it seems he’s public enemy number one.”
“He was always very kind in school.” I say and look up at Blaise. “But it seems he’s a terrorist now. He and other DA members have raided one of the camps that are holding the muggleborns.” I explain motioning down to the pages, I’m reading. “It says they set 87 prisoners free, killed two guards, and seriously injured 17 more.”
“So what did you see in him back in school?” Blaise asks curiously, as he hands me back the photo.
“He was noble, in a way that I could see and everyone around me missed.” I tell him honestly. “He was a true friend to a man who had so much on his shoulders, not a lot of people could help carry such a load.”
Blaise looks down into my eyes and cups my cheek gently. “You miss him. You would marry him if that were at all possible.”
I shake my head and pull away so I can go back to reading the report. “Why does everything come down to marriage with you?” I ask a bit playfully so I can change the subject. “You are worse than a girl.”
“Marriage is power in our new world Luna.” Blaise tells me simply. “I never thought I would have to compete with a Weasley for a woman.” He adds with a mix of amusement and disgust in his voice.
“You’re not competing with Ronald, there is hardly a chance I will ever see him again, how would I ever be able to marry him.”
“That makes it worse because I am actually competing with a romanticized version of Mr. Weasley. Come out with me tonight, we can forget about the world together.” He offers his hand to me.
I think it’s the best way of keeping this Ronald idea out of his head so I nod. “Pick me up at nine?” I ask a bit shyly.
“I won’t be a moment later.” He says and leaves me to read the report.
Daphne-
“You know better than this Ginny.” I say as I carefully dab the red and bleeding welts on her back. “To tell him you're not sorry for what you did, it only makes the things worse.”
She is playing brave but I can hear the pain in her voice. “He had me looking so weak in front of everyone, I couldn’t ask for mercy.” She explains tightly. I’m actually impressed with this insight to her situation. “I don’t want him to think of me as weak either.”
“That’s actually a good plan, though you had to pay for it.” I tell her as I dip the towel back into the cool water. “What did you do anyway?” I ask curiously.
She didn’t answer for long enough that; I thought I wouldn’t be getting an answer at all. Just as I was about to change the subject I heard her sigh.
“If you tell anyone this, you’ll put them in danger.” She tells me softly.
“I won’t speak a word of it.” I tell her as I continue to clean her back.
“Sometimes, when the Dark Lord and I are alone, I can see Harry in his eyes.” She says in such a soft voice, I almost miss it. I smile at her back, this was something I already knew from a few of her journal entries, but it was good she was telling me directly.
“So that happened tonight?” I ask as I try to get as much information as I can from her while she’s trusting me.
“Yes.” She says and lets out a small sound of pain. “I tried to prolong it and he caught me. It’s why he wanted a sample of my magic; he’s working on getting it to not happen at all.”
“I can see why you feel the information is so dangerous.” I tell her as I set the cloth aside and find a jar of healing balm. I’m opening the jar when she looks up to me and shakes her head.
“He said no healing.” She says and sits up before reaching for her robe.
“It’s just balm; it will help the wounds not get infected. I used it when…” I start and looked at the ground.
“He said no healing.” She repeats, making a slight hissing sound as her robe hits her back. “I think I’m going to sleep now, I have to be ready for school in the morning.” She gets up to move to her bed.
“I think if he hasn’t let you heal you should skip school tomorrow.” I tell her, as I don’t want her overdoing it.
“No.” Ginny snaps and shakes her head. “That would be showing weakness as well. I need to show him that I can take what he gives me and still keep going.”
I’m about to argue the point when there is a knock at her door. She moves to answer it but I put my hand up to stop her and move to answer it myself. I’m soon face to chest with a rather upset Weasley boy.
“The Lady needs her rest.” I tell him before he can start his yelling and make more of a scene than he did during her punishment.
“I’ve come to see if my sister is alright.” He says stiffly and I can tell he’s going nowhere.
“Let him in Daphne, and go get some rest yourself. I’ll be turning in very soon.” Ginny says, giving me a forced smile.
I nod and glare at George as I’m leaving. “Do not keep her up.” I snap at him before I let myself out.
As I see that Adrian is on duty at the moment, I give him a sweet smile and head to where the Lady’s guards are housed. I find Draco’s room knocking lightly.
When he comes to the door his hair is wet, he’s only wearing a towel wrapped around his bottom half. His lean and well-formed chest and arms are on perfect display for my enjoyment, but the first thing I notice is his black eye.
“What happened?” I ask and take a step toward him so I can view the eye better.
He sighs as if I was mothering him, but the smirk that forms on his lips doesn't go unnoticed. “It’s nothing, Weasley and I got into a row after I pulled him out of the Chamber.”
“Why haven’t you healed it yet?” I ask running my fingers down his cheek and neck so I can look into his eyes, instead of at his injury.
“It wasn’t that big of a deal, it doesn’t hurt or anything.” Draco tells me and steps out of the way so I can enter his room. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“The Lady released me so I thought I would come and see you.” I tell him, looking around his simple room.
I know it must feel like a step down from the rooms he has at the Malfoy Manor. It’s about the same size as mine, with just enough room for a bed, wardrobe, and desk. He keeps it rather tidy and I have to wonder if it’s him, or if he has given special orders to the house elves.
While I’m thinking about the space, I hear the door close and feel the heat of his chest move up behind me. “Why?” He asks as gentle fingers move strands of my hair off my neck.
I feel my breath hitch in my throat and I’m trembling slightly like a girl who’s never been touched. I feel his soft lips brush against my neck in the most pleasing of ways, and I forget everything I wanted to tell him.
“Draco…” I say as if it’s a prayer.
“Yes?” He answers in a soft tone against my neck as his breath moves up behind my ear.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask stupidly.
I feel teeth on the rim of my ear, then a gentle kiss before he pulls away and leaves me feeling empty without his heat.
“Was that too much?” He asks sounding a bit guilty.
I take in a slow breath and turn to face him while I shake my head. “That was...lovely.”
He smiles and steps against my form again, this time his lips move to mine and his hands settle on my hips. The kiss captures my complete attention and I find that I’m pressing my body into him without thinking about it. I feel his hands slide around me, to the small of my back and suddenly I have the feeling that I have entirely too many clothes on.
I gasp at the unexpected realization and pulled back from the kiss so I can look up into his eyes. He looks down at me questioningly before I start to unbutton my shirt. I smile as his eyes grow wide and a smile forms on his lips like a boy who just got an early Christmas present and it was exactly what he wanted.
Draco leans down and kisses me again. His hands move up my back, and the moment my shirt is open he’s pushing it off my shoulders.
My heart is hammering like a drum but I don’t feel the crushing panic I have before. I want this and I know I’m safe with him.
I pull back from the kiss once again so I can look into his beautiful gray eyes. He smiles down at me and it’s an odd feeling, how much I just wish to be close to him. What I’m feeling isn’t about power, or lust. The feeling is just a need for connection to a person I care about.
“I love you.” I tell him without fear or anxiety for the first time.
Ginny-
I can see Daphne is about to try and tell me off, but I am saved by a knock at the door. I move to answer it but she puts her hand up and I’m in too much pain to fight over the small things. When she opens the door, I see my brother in the doorway glaring daggers down at Daphne.
To her credit, it doesn’t seem to faze her in the least. “The Lady needs her rest.” She says to try and deflate a rant I can see coming from my brother.
“I’ve come to see if my sister is alright.” He almost growls back at her.
“Let him in Daphne, and go get some rest yourself. I’ll be turning in very soon.” I tell her, I wanted to have a bit of a talk with George anyway. He needs to understand how things are now.
She nods and gives George a look that could wilt flowers. “Do not keep her up.” She snaps at him before she leaves in a bit of a huff.
“I’m going to kill him.” George snaps the moment the door is closed.
“Will you relax?” I ask and walk over to sit on the sofa so we can talk, I sit down gingerly, and I hear a low growl from my brother.
“How can I relax, you’re still in pain even after you saw a healer.” He says and I watch him pace in the small area in the center of my room.
“I haven't seen a healer George.” I tell him in a calm voice.
“You what?” He asks and stops his pacing so he can look up at me.
“I’m sure he’ll let me see one in the morning.”
“How can you be so casual about this Ginny? Have they already broken you that much?” George asks moving so he can kneel and look into my eyes. He looks as if he’s searching for something. I look back at him as if he were a nutter.
“You don’t seem like you’ve lost your spark, how are you so… tame?” He asks. I smile and cup his cheek.
“I’m learning to play their game, George.” I tell him and take in a deep breath. “When I got here, I was all rage and defiance, and the only thing that did for me was make things worse. There were weeks where I had no control over the simplest of things. I’ve learned that if I follow their rules and play their game, I get control over my life.”
“So you’re one of them now?” He asks with disgust in his voice.
“If I were one of them, I would not have been punished tonight.” I spit back as my anger flares a bit at his accusation. “Just because I’m playing things their way, doesn't mean I don’t have my own goals.”
“Your goals should be escape.” He says and looks back up at me. “Get away from these people and the pain they cause you.”
“Oh course.” I say looking anywhere but at my brother. “My goals should be to run and hide and keep myself safe?”
“Exactly.” George says taking my hands.
“Do you really see me as that selfish and fragile?” I ask with a deep frown. “I can do so much more for everyone by staying.”
“I don’t think…” George starts and I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up.
“Stop playing big brother for a moment and think. I’ve already gotten Bill released from Grayback’s pack, and his child and wife returned to him. I’ve gotten you out of whatever training hell they had you in, and I’m about to get a law passed that will make it illegal to abuse muggleborns.”
“But look what he did to you?” He counters and I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“It’s temporary pain. Plus there is the fact I think, I may be the only one who can bring Harry back to us.”
He looks at me very sadly and squeezes my hands. “Ginny, Harry is gone, only that monster remains.”
“You haven’t seen what I have. Why do you think he punished me tonight?” I ask and shake my head.
“I figured he was taking his anger, over the raid, out on you.” George says and I frown shaking my head.
“Raid?”
“It seems a group calling themselves; the DA, raided one of the muggleborn camps and set a bunch of them free.” He tells me with a frown. “Why did he punish you then?”
“Harry was coming to the surface and I tried to help him along.” I tell him, but I want to know more about the raid. “Do they know who was involved?”
“They’re just guessing at this point, but the rumors are, it was Ron.” He tells me as a proud smile spreads across his face.
I smile and looked back to George. “You need to understand that the smart move is for me to stay here and try to help as much as I can. That being said you should go if you find a way.”
“Do you really think I would leave you were alone?” He asks and shakes his head, his face a picture of mock outrage. “Fortunately for you, you chose the most intelligent brother you have, to join you in this mission.”
“So you’ll keep your head down?” I ask hopefully.
“And my ears open.” He answers with a wide mischievous grin.
Luna-
I decide to do my best at looking nice for Blaise, so I let Minty straighten my hair and dress in a deep pink cocktail dress, with shoes that match the color exactly. I put on a small amount of makeup and glance at the clock to find that it’s only eight thirty.
“What should I do till he gets here?” I ask myself, but Minty answers.
“Minty thinks Miss should do something to not look so pretty.” The little elf says with a frown.
“I was trying to look pretty for Blaise.” I remind her and she huffs.
“Minty things Miss should go find Mr. Ronald and look pretty for him.”
“I know that is what you think Minty, but this is safer for everyone.” I tell her with a sad smile.
I hear the front bell ring and look at the clock again. It’s still very early for him to be here; I frown and look to Minty. “Will you let him in and tell him I’ll be down in a few minutes.” I say before I go over to my jewelry box and pick out what I want to wear tonight.
I head down with a smile on my face so I can meet Blaise and seem as if I’m looking forward to our date.
When I get to the top of the stairs I look down to see a tall man who is definitely not Blaise.
“Mr. Lestrange, I wasn’t expecting you.” I say descending the stairs with an awful tightening feeling in my chest.
“But you were expecting someone…obviously.” He says with a knowing smirk on his lips.
“Yes, my date should be here soon.” I tell him feeling very odd.
“The boy can wait; we have some things to talk about. Do we not?” He asks with a bright tone in his voice.
“Of course.” I say and look for Minty. When I spot her, I take a deep breath. “I’m going to take Mr. Lestrange to my office; can you send Blaise along when he gets here?” I ask and she nods.
“Mr. Zabini will be joining us? You told him what happened?” Lestrange asks curiously.
“Blaise and I are very close.” I say as I lead the way to my office.
“I would say so, if he hasn’t turned you in for your confession.” He says dryly as he follows me.
Once we are alone in my small office I turn to look at him. “What do you want?” I ask, as I want this over as quickly as it can be.
“Offer me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you.” He answers as he walks around and sits at my desk as if he owned the house.
“Would you like something to drink?” I ask as I try to keep calm.
“Good brandy, if you have any.” He says and smirks up at me playfully.
“Minty!” I call and she’s in the room with a popping sound. “Please get Mr. Lestrange some brandy from the stock down stairs.”
“Yes Miss.” She says and with a second pop, she’s gone.
“Your house elf is rather young.” He comments in a conversational way.
“She’s only ten or so.” I say with a shrug. “But a very good worker.”
Moments later, she appears with a glass and bottle of brandy, and sets them down in front of him. She’s about to pour when the doorbell sounds again.
“Go get that, I’ll handle the brandy from here.” I tell her. I want Blaise here as soon as possible. She leaves the room as quick as she can, to get the door.
“I can pour my own.” He says and just smirks up at me. “I have to say you look even more lovely tonight,than you did that morning.”
“What do you want from me Mr. Lestrange?” I ask and ignore the compliment.
“You can call me Rabastan.” He says smoothly.
I shake my head. “I would prefer not to.” I answer as the office door opens and a confused Blaise steps in.
“Your elf said to…” he starts before he sees Lestrange. “Ah. I understand now.”
“Mr. Zabini, I’m actually surprised to learn you already know of Miss Lovegood’s situation.” Lestrange says but a smile is still spread across his face.
“Luna and I are courting.” Blaise responds simply. “If you didn’t bring her in immediately you must have reasons?”
“I did.”
“And those reasons are?” Blaise asks and sits down in front of the desk as if he’s my solicitor.
“I thought her gratitude for the favor would be more worthwhile, than her screams in the Dark Lord’s dungeon.” Lestrange answers with the most evil looking smile on his face.
“I’m sure it can be, it’s only a matter of what you think this favor is worth. Luna is rather well off, and I have funds as well.” Blaise offers.
“Money means little to me these days boy.” Lestrange says and shakes his head. “I’m one of the inner circle; I have more money than I could spend in a lifetime.”
“Than what do you want?” Blaise asks sounding a bit tense now.
“I think that really should be between myself and the Lady.” He answers with a smirk and gives me a look that makes me feel rather uncomfortable.
“She isn’t available, we are courting.” Blaise repeats in a rather possessive tone.
“Is there a proposal?” Lestrange asks and I feel the vice on my heart tighten slightly.
“I’m not ready to marry anyone.” I interject, clenching my fists.
“Be that as it may, I have been looking for a worthy bride.” The older man says with a smile.
“You do that and I’ll turn her in.” Blaise snaps and narrows his eyes at the man. “How will it look to be engaged to the woman who killed one of your best friends?”
I start to panic as I look between the two Slytherins; it seems no matter what, I’ll end up in some kind of prison soon.
“You want her that much?” Lestrange asks the younger man curiously.
“I’ve worked very hard to turn her into a perfect bride, for myself.” Blaise answers coldly.
“Then you will marry her.” Lestrange says and glances over to me. “You two will marry, and Mr. Zabini will become one of my…friends.”
Blaise relaxed a bit and nodded to the older man. “I think that is the best way forward. I can be very helpful to my…friends.”
“That is settled, I’ll show myself out.” Lestrange comments as he gets to his feet and heads to the door. “And I want an invitation to the wedding.” He adds with a smirk.
Once he’s gone, my heart is still hammering in my chest. I look over to Blaise with wide eyes. “I have to marry you now?” I ask with a dry throat.
“It was the only thing I could think of.” He says and moves over to me. “Unless you actually want to marry him? He’s more powerful in the Empire than I am at the moment.”
“No. No I would never.” I shake my head and try to calm down.
“Take a deep breath Luna, being married me to won’t be so bad, and we can have a long engagement if you wish.” He says lifting my chin to look into his eyes. “Let’s go out and have some fun?”
Daphne-
“What about this?” I ask holding up cute dark blue robe for Millicent to see.
“Don’t you think that is a bit form-fitting?” She asks shyly as she looks over at what’s in my hand.
“Did you really think it was a question?” I ask her shaking my head as I add it to the pile of things I want her to try on. “You need to change the way you think about your body. You’re not one of the guys.” I tell her as I search the rack for other things for her to try on.
“Thank you for taking me out like this.” She says for the seventh time since we left the school.
“Our Lady is in class, I thought it would be a good time to get you a makeover. What do you think about short hair?” I ask as I decide we have enough for now and lead her over to the dressing rooms.
“How short?” She asks with a worried tone.
“Do you think I would make a fool of you?” I ask as I hand her the first robe to try on.
“I’ve had long hair my whole life.” She answers from the dressing room.
“Well, I just think you would look cuter with a short jagged cut. The long hair just doesn’t fit your face, or your height.” I tell her through the door.
“Short? Jagged?” She asks as she opens the door with the first outfit on. She’s wearing long robes that are cut much closer to her form.
“Put that in the keep pile.” I tell her with a smile. “It’s sort of like a boy’s haircut that looks adorable on the right girl. You are that girl.” I tell her and motion for her to try on the next outfit.
We spend the rest of the day buying clothes, getting her haircut, and getting our nails done. By the time, we’re back at the castle it’s almost time for Ginny to be back in her room. I smile as I picked a time that Pucey will be guarding her, for us to actually head downstairs.
“Now when you see him smile shyly and ask him what he thinks of your new haircut. Pretend like nothing else has changed.” I tell her as we head down together.
“Are you sure I can do this?” She asks almost timidly.
“Millicent, the only thing that has changed between this morning and now is the packaging. I had plenty to work with; you just need to know how gorgeous you are. That is what men react to.” I tell her to try building her confidence.
When we get to Ginny’s door Adrian is already standing outside. As we approach, he can’t take his eyes off Millicent, which makes me smirk.
“What do you think of my new haircut?” She asks him shyly.
While I am heading into the room, I hear him respond. “It really looks good on you Milly.” He says as if he’s surprised. I close the door with Millicent on the other side so they can have some time to flirt.
“What has you looking so smug?” Ginny asks as she looks up from her homework.
“Pet project is going to be easier than I thought.” I tell her and walk over to sit in the chair next to her desk. “How are you feeling?”
“He sent a healer down just before supper.” She says with a shrug. “So I’m fine. I just finished some of the rewrites to the Property Protection Act.”
“Oh? Do you want me to look over them?” I ask understanding her message that she doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Would you?” She asks and hands me a small stack of papers. “With all these new responsibilities, I feel like I don’t have any time for school work.”
“You know I can help with anything you need. Well besides the school work.” I tell her with a smile as I start to look over her changes to the act.
“Tracey came down looking for you and Millicent while the healer was here.” She tells me to change the subject.
“Ah yes, Milly and I went out to do a little shopping with our free time this afternoon.” I explain. “When she comes in you’ll have to tell me what you think.”
“So you have taken Millicent under your wing?” She asks curiously.
“Well she’s being a much better Lady to you than Tracey.” I explain before the door opens again. Millicent looks happier than I have ever seen her as she walks in and sits down in her usual chair.
“Did it go well?” I ask and I can even see Ginny smiling out of the corner of my eye.
“I think so.” She says and sighs before she looks to us. “Nothing really happened, but he was definitely seeing me in a new light.”
“Well yes, we need for him to see Tracey in a new light as well if our plan is to work.” I tell her and she nods.
“Tell me if I can do anything to help.” Ginny says before she goes back to her work.
“Well actually, do you think there is any way you could get the Dark Lord to actually notice Tracey?” I ask curiously, it would go far in my plan if he at least flirted back with her every so often.
Ginny just blinks at me as if I have two heads for a whole five minutes before she speaks. “Maybe? I’ll have to see if an opportunity arises.”
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