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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 stood alone in a dark room. Its cold and all I can see around me in the blackness. I look down at myself and I find I am wearing a fine princess style ball gown that keeps shifting from silver to gold and back again.

“You can’t make up your mind?” My mother steps out of the darkness with a disappointed look on her face. “Ginny really? You can only love one of them.” She snapped. “And no daughter of mine is going to wear silver!”

Next out of the darkness came Lucius Malfoy. He didn’t seem to notice my mother at all. “You don’t really have a choice little girl. You should know by now his will is final and you belong to him. He will have you if that is what he wants.” He snapped and narrowed his eyes at me.

They both disappeared leaving me alone in the dark once again. My dress started to shift color faster as I thought about what each had said. What was this choice they wanted to make? I wanted to know but at the same time, I knew I really didn’t want to know.

Suddenly Harry was in front of me. He was whole and real. His green eyes and his boyish smile looking straight into me. He held out his hand to me and I took it.

“Run Gin!” he said and he pulled me into the darkness. We were running down a labyrinth of stone hallways. I feel my bare feet painfully pounding against the hall. Suddenly there is a door ahead of us and Harry pulls it open. We run into the room and I find that it is my bedroom at the castle, it is my prison. As soon as the realization comes the door slams shut behind us.

“Harry it is trap!” I shriek and I look down at the hand I am still holding. “We need to find a way...” I stop as the hand tightens on mine painfully. It pulls me towards Harry and he looks back into my eyes with a cruel smile.

“I know.” he says before his eyes turn red. “You don’t have a choice Ginevra. You really should stop thinking you do.” he says slowly before pulling me into a painful kiss.

I wake with a start as my own moan echoes through the room. I have been having the nightmares all week. They always seem to end the same way, no matter how they start. I find myself in Tom’s arms, and I find myself enjoying his touch. What is wrong with me?

I close my eyes to try and get a little more sleep when I hear movement in the room. I open one eye and then the other before looking around. Daphne is sitting at my desk writing on a parchment. I groan and sit up.

“What are you doing here so early?” I ask as I slip out if bed. I go to collect an outfit for the day and see that she already picked something and put it aside.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I just didn’t want to be in my common room.” she admitted sheepishly. “Sounded like you were having a nice dream.” She added with a smile.

I blush deeply as I take the clothes and head to the bathroom. “It was...” I start and then shake my head. I don’t think I could explain it right. I take a shower and try to wash away this feeling disgusted with myself.

When I come back out dressed and ready for the day, the nightmare tucked away where I don’t have to think about it, Daphne is writing again at my desk with a Potions book open in front of her.

“I nearly forgot that school was still... going.” I say with a frown on my lips.

She looked up at me with a sad frown and started to back away her things. “I am sorry. She says with pity in her voice. “Maybe... maybe sometime we can see about getting you private tutoring.”

“No wand.” I point out to her.

“He is going to give you a wand, eventually Ginny.” she says waving her hand like that fact was obvious. “You just need to prove to him you will behave.”

I open my mouth to respond to her expectations but she cuts me off. “Do you really think he would be going through all the trouble of getting you nice clothes and civil conversation if he wasn’t planning to introduce you into society as some point?”

To be honest I did actually see that one coming. I was obvious even to me that he was planning to make me his.. no I can’t even think the word. But I can see the game, and I refuse to play.

“He wants to be able to hold me up and show me off as just another thing he has won from the Order. I am not going to give him that satisfaction.” She gave me a look like I was being stupid.

“He isn’t just a intelligent rich Slytherin male Ginny. He is THE intelligent rich Slytherin male, and they always get what they want in the end.”

“Intelligent rich Slytherin females don’t?” I ask curiously as the way she had said this, she had put herself into a lower classification by default.

She smiled. “We have more complications. So we have to either want what we are expected to want, or be more intelligent than the men around us.”

“What do you want?” I ask walking over to my bed and getting comfortable.

“I want to get out of this room.” She says standing with a smile. “I got permission to take you for a walk around the grounds today before breakfast.” She adds as if she thinks I will be pleased.

Seeing the sun would be nice actually. I find a smile on my face and then frown down at my feet.

“It’s spring, and we will stay to the grass.” Daphne says as she sees where Ginny is looking. “And you have to put this on.” She says and pulls out a black choker with a snake pendant hanging off the front. “It will look nice with your outfit I think. I was told it is spelled where it can only be taken off in this room and it can be located almost anywhere. They are afraid you might try to run.”

My smile falls as she places the necklace in my hands. “He couldn’t have used something more neutral?” I ask as he look more closely at the snake.

“At least it isn’t the Dark Mark?” Daphne says, and she has a point. It felt like a brand, but it could be worse. “Oh and you are not aloud to talk to anyone but me. You may see other students in the hall, but...”

“He doesn’t want me undermining him.” I finish and nod my head. What would I say to people anyway? This time in the sun was making me feel more and more like a dog that still needed obedience training. I frown as I realize that is exactly how Tom sees me.

Luna-

I look at myself in the mirror and frown at how professional I look. I don’t like looking professional. I like looking weird and off putting. I am wearing a pantsuit Blaise’s mother had chosen for me. It is a charcoal gray and I am wearing a powder blue silk shirt under the jacket. My hair is put up into a neat bun, but I still refuse to wear makeup.

I found out a few days ago that Blaise had actually hired his mother to be my personal shopper. With Malfoy’s conditions he decided it was up to the magazine to make sure I stayed in line. I slip on the one inch heels and sigh. I don’t feel like myself in this suit, but maybe that is their point. They don’t want me to be myself.

As I head down to the office I pass the couch and frown as I look at it. Ron had stayed an extra few days with me and had just left last night. The flat was feeling lonely without him, but I keep telling myself it was best that he was gone. It is safer for us both having the separation. he said he would keep in touch and check in on me, I hope he does.

I head down to the office and frown at Zabini. I haven't said one word to him since the night he tricked me into going out on a date with Malfoy. He isn’t pushing so I may forgive him soon. He looks up from his desk and gives me a beautiful smile. I won’t be forgiving him today I decide as I turn into my office to collect my notes.

“You are expected at the school in ten minutes.” Zabini informs me and is reading off a note he had taken on my meeting. “You will be flooing right to his office. He’ll give the interview and then someone will take you on a tour of the school so that you can see the improvements.”

I nod my head so he knows I heard him. I pick up the papers I was looking for and collect them and a few quills in a messenger bag.

“You look nice by the way” he adds because he thinks it will soften me up, it doesn’t. “You keep wearing clothes like that you will be almost fuckable” he says this time to try and get any reaction out of me.

I don’t even look up, but I blush crimson which I have no way of stopping. It seems to satisfy him because he goes back to his desk without another word.

Once I am sure I have everything I need I head to the fireplace. As I enter I throw down the handful of dust and clearly say. “Headmaster’s office, Hogwarts.”

When I arrive Lucius is already sitting at his desk. He motions to the chair across from him without a word. I sit down and he looks me over as if he is apprising judging everything about me.

“I am unsure if an uneducated witch is the best qualified to write an article on the new Hogwarts and her Headmaster.” he says snidely.

“The Dark Lord should let me know if he is unhappy with the quality of my work.” I respond without emotion.

He narrows his eyes with annoyance and then lets a cool mask of indifference settles upon his face. The interview goes without issue and I soon find myself being led around the school like I had never been there before. My escort is Lucius’ assistant, but I did not catch his name.

“LUNA?” I hear someone yell as we are heading into the Great Hall.

I look up and the first thing I catch his the long red hair. The deep red dress she is wearing makes her stick out from the rest of the students around here who are all in black. I find myself moving to her even at the complaint of my escort. As I approach I see she looks healthy, if not a little sleep deprived.

The girl next to her is whispering madly in her ear and trying to pull her towards the stairs to the second floor.

“Ginny?” I find myself asking, as if maybe I was mistaken and this was not my friend. I frown as I notice the snake necklace she is wearing, it seems so never wrong on her.

She bites her lower lip and glances to the girl next to her as if she is trying to make up her mind about something. Suddenly she springs forward and wraps her arms around me tightly. I can feel her body shudder like she is going to try. I wrap my arms back round her to sooth her as best I can.

She whispers lowly in my ear “They keep me in the Chamber, he wants..” but before she can finish she is pulled away by the girl she was with as well as a Death Eater that had come to help. I feel as a rough hand grabs my arm to hold me in place with bruising force. I can’t do anything as I see her being pulled down the wall. I notice her face covered in tears.

I look up and see it is the Headmaster that has my arm. His grasp becomes tighter and he yanks me towards his office.

“I think you have seen enough of the school to write your article Miss. Lovegood.” he says in a cold voice. “I trust that we will not read anything about what just happened.” he adds after a moment.

By the tone of his voice I know not to ask anything further about Ginny. The encounter was so short, I wish I had been able to say more, but it makes me at least feel a bit better knowing she is mostly unharmed.

When I get back to the home I go straight to my office and take off my robe and jacket so I can get a better look at my arm. I can clearly see the outside of the Headmaster’s hand colored in dark blue and purple.

“What happened?” Zabini is at my office door, it actually sounds like there is concern in his voice. “Can the bastards at the school not resist manhandling a little girl?” he snaps more to himself than to me.

I tilt my head and look him over as he takes out his wand to heal me. “You sound like you care?”

“There is nothing about believing in the important of blood purity that says one should hit pureblood girls.” he says stiffly. He is more emotional than I have never seen him. The flash is soon gone and replaced by his usual smirk. “You know.. unless it turns them on.” He adds giving me a once over. “You look like the type that would enjoy a little spanking.”

I sigh and pull my arm out of his grasp. I have decided to forgive him, even if he is being perverted. “I saw Gin.. Miss. Weasley.” I explained the bruise. “I think they felt my reaction was inappropriate.”

“What was your reaction?” he asked narrowing his eyes again.

“Mostly? I let her hug me.” I said with a shrug and moved behind my desk. “I should start the article.”

Daphne-

I helped Ginny clean her face of tears as we moved along down the hall. The Death Eater that had come to help me pull her away from Lovegood still had his hand locked around her arm, but she was not resisting any more.

I felt bad for the girl as I tried to make her look more presentable for her breakfast with the Dark Lord. Obviously the Death Eater would be telling his Lord about the incident.

I wonder if I will get in trouble for letting it happen. Her walk had been approved, and no one had told me that Lovegood would be at the castle today. How did they think she would react to seeing the other girl? If anything it is the Headmaster’s fault for being so careless and not giving me the information I needed. Men are idiots.

When we get to the Dark Lord’s private dinning hall I am told that my services are no longer required today. I decide to go and have my own breakfast. What happened was obviously not my fault and if someone tried to blame me I can think of several people that are much more to blame so I decide not to worry about it for now.

As I sit down at the Slytherin table the morning post comes as owls fly into the room. I few letters are dropped in front of me so I look them over as I dish myself up some eggs. There is a letter from my mother, one from Draco and the last from Blaise. I ignore the letter from my mother, they are usually boring and have no real point. I look between Blaise and Draco’s letters and decide business before pleasure.

I open Draco’s letter and scan the contents. He is just checking up on me, and asking for updates if I have any. Nothing too interesting or playful. I put the letter in my bag and smile at the one from Blaise. It has been a week since our night together and we were playing the game of who would contact who first. It seems I won.

I remember my night with him and realize I would not mind having another go. Draco might be very talented at playing the political game, but Blaise was a savant in the bedroom. I open the letter and roll my eyes at the opening.

Slutmuffen,

You win, I am writing first. I thought we had some fun last time we got together. By the sounds you were making all night I am sure my neighbors would agree. I find myself thinking that maybe a repeat performance is in order. I am sure you know my reputation, and I like to tell a girl up front when I use want to use her for her amazing body. You don’t seem like the type that likes to be tied down either (at least not outside the bedroom), so I thought you might be interested in visiting my cock every once in awhile.

Let me know,

Manwhore

He is vulgar and to the point. He has absolutely no feelings for me besides lust. The affair with him would be playful and uncomplicated, it was exactly what I was looking for in a man at the moment.

I put the letter away and start to eat as I think about Blaise. He might not even make a half bad husband. He is rich, but still interested in working, he is about the same age as me so our deadlines are near each other, and he wouldn’t actually want a committed relationship. He wouldn’t want me to belong to him, like so many other pureblood men require. This would take more thought, but for now I will continue to play with him.

That night I write him back with the idea I will put it directly into the evening post. I decided to make my letter as dirty as his, just to bring a smile to his face.

Fucktoy,

Since it seems I have yet break you, I guess it would be enjoyable to keep playing. You should be warned my toys either break or I bore of them so you should not expect my interested to last for very long. I really don't think you are strong or cunning enough to tie me down, in or outside the bedroom, and yes you can take that as a challenge if you like.

See you around sometime,

Sex goddess

I fold the letter and address to to Blaise before I head up to the Owlery. On my way back to the dungeons I am stopped by a messenger.

“The Dark Lord requires you in his private study.” The boy says looking pale and out of breath. I think I might have paled a bit at his words. I have yet to speak with the Dark Lord directly, and I would have preferred it not have been after what happened this morning. At least it was his private study, if he really wished to punish me, he would it to be more public.

I head down to the Chamber and knock of the door to the Dark Lord’s study. After a moment the Headmaster opens the door and motions for me to enter. As I enter I keep my head down respectfully, but I look up to study the man behind the desk.

When I had heard the Dark Lord had taken over Harry Potter’s body I had almost laughed. I had wondered what the dark and intimidating wizard would look like wearing the skin of the awkward boy.

As I look at him now I see no trace of the boy. This was the Dark Lord, he had claimed the body completely, and there was no mistaking he was the most powerful and intimidating wizard of the day.

I hear the door close behind me, and I am unsure of what side of it the Headmaster is on. I don’t look to see, it doesn’t really matter.

“You were with Miss Weasley when she ran into the other girl” he states and I nod my head. “What did you think of the encounter?” he asks as he leans back in the chair studying me.

“It could have been worse” I say with a firm voice. “As it is, all they did was hug and Miss Weasley cried.” He nods his head as he takes in the information.

“What do you think of Miss Weasley in general Miss Greengrass?” he asks still watching me for weakness. “On a more personal level I mean.”

“She is everything I would expect from a Gryffindor who has most nearly everything. I would not underestimate her though, she has not shown herself to be any kind of fool. She is just... bullheaded” he laughs at my words.

“Yes, I would have to agree, if she is anything, she is bullheaded.” he says and taps his wand against his knee. “Some of my advisors are confused on why I do not just spell the girl to be what I want her to be. What do you think on that subject?”

I realize why I was called here, it wasn’t to be punished for the outburst in the main hall, it was to give insight on the girl he is looking to break. It shouldn't have surprised me, it was why I was hired in the first place, but I had never imagined talking directly to the Dark Lord about it.

“With all due respect to my elders. I think your advisors are idiots for suggesting such a thing. It is obvious to me my Lord that you plan to use the girl for more than just satisfying male needs. Any curse that would take her free will away would also make her more martyr to the rebellion. Having her willing at your feet would crush their hopes all the more.”

“How is it that this teenage girl can see my plans more clearly than most of my Death Eaters Malfoy?” he asks with clear amusement in his voice.

“I understood your plan my Lord, I am not one to speak against your wisdom.” The Headmaster finally speaks. “Some of the others do not understand that well thought out plans take time and foresight.”

“You may go now Miss Greengrass. In the morning when you see her again, you should heal the more painful of her wounds. Make her believe you are doing this against my orders.” he tells me and I smile as I nod my head and back out of the room. So not all men are idiots.

Ginny-

I knew what it would mean if I called out. I could see what would happen as they word slipped from my lips. I couldn’t help it. Luna was there standing twenty feet from me. She was my alley, someone I could trust and she was so close.

I noticed as she moved towards me she had a shadow too, not a Death Eater, but someone that worked at the school. She wasn’t wearing school robes like the rest of the students in the hall. What was happening, why was she being shadowed, why wasn’t she going to school?

Whens he was a few feet from me she said my name in a very insure voice. I was torn, I needed to talk to her, I needed to touch her, I just wanted to make sure she was real. Before my courage failed me I spring forward and wrapped my arms around her thin form. I took in a deep breath and I knew this was my friend, this was Luna. As I held her I thought of what I could do, what information I could give. It had come out in a whisper, I hadn’t been able to say much before they pulled me away.

As they pulled me away from her I lock eyes with hers. I saw pain in them, and she was looking right at me, the way she had the last night I saw her. She was looking right at me.

When she got out of view Daphne started to wipe my face and it was only then that I had realized I was crying. I took in a deep breath to calm myself. I knew what would happen next. I knew that I had disobeyed the rules and I would be punished. Just in case they were going to make me see him I let her fuss. I didn’t want to face Tom with blotchy cheeks and red eyes.

Now I was being pulled into the Chamber’s dining hall. The door closed behind me and the Death eater who had my arm pushed me to the floor roughly.

“They bitch disobeyed you my Lord.” he says gruffly and bows low to his master.

I sit on the floor with my head down, glad I had let Daphne clean me up. I rub my arm where the Death Eater had handled me so roughly.

“First of all.” I hear Tom’s smooth voice. “Crucio” I braced for the pain but it did not come. I hear the Death Eater drop to the floor and let out a groan until Tom takes the spell off. “You will never refer to her in such a way in front of me again.”

“Y..Yes my Lord” The man says. he is out of breath from the pain, I can hear him try and get back up to his knees.

I hear footsteps come towards me and he kneels down in front of me. Tom takes the arm I am rubbing and pushes up the sleeve before dropping it once again.

He stands and turns back to the Death Eater. “Secondly, Crucio!” The man is screaming in pain now and Tom leaves the spell on for much longer. When he finally lifts the spell he speaks again. “Who said you could hurt her? You even went so far as to mar her skin. She is mine” he says tapping his wand against his palm. “Only I can bring her pain.”

“Yes my Lord. I didn’t think... I am sorry my Lord.” The man was getting back to his knees.

“No you didn’t think. You should try soon, before you are no longer of use to me.” Tom says in a deadly tone. “Now what did my lovely Ginevra do this time?”

The man explains in detail what he had witnessed in the main hall. Once he is done Tom dismisses him and he leaves the room as fast as he legs will carry him.

When he walks back over to me I flinch as he takes my arm again, but his touch is gentle and he heals the bruise that must have been there. I look up at him in confusion and what I see there makes my blood run cold. I hold my breath as he stands back up.

Without a word he grabs my hair roughly and pulls me to my feet. He pulls me over to one of the chairs and thrusts me into it. He casts a quick spell to tie me to the chair then pulls the chair out.

“I should make an example of you. Bring you out in front of all my Death Eaters and punish you publicly. But I find I am a possessive man, and even you pain and screams belong only to me. Crucio!”

When Malfoy had put the curse upon me it had felt like I was sitting on fire and I thought it was the worse pain I could never feel. I was wrong. Tom’s hate was so much deeper. It feel like every kind of pain wracked my body. Sharp, heat, cold, I feel it all at once. I hear someone screaming and suddenly realize that it was me.

I feel as if I am about to fall into the blackness like before, but the pain subsides and I find myself panting. My throat is sore from screaming.

“There are two things I do not like about that curse.” Tom says in a conversational tone in front of me. “One, that pain is only truly there when the spell is cast. It fades much too quickly. And the second is you can only cast it so long before the subject either passes out, or goes insane. I must say you lasted longer than I thought you would.” he chuckles. “Now for a little pain that.. lasts.. So you remember you lesson.”

He moves to me again and backhands me across the face as hard as he can. He does it a second time, and then a third. I look up into his eyes, I can’t take it any more, I can’t be the woman that just get beaten and takes it. He smiled with something new in his eyes. In any other man I would call it desire, but that seemed wrong. It was the wrong person for that, the wrong place for it.

Suddenly he pushes forward and catches my lips in a kiss. I freeze in panic. His lips are warm and familiar, they are Harry’s lips, but they are not giving me the soft kisses I remember. This kiss is hard, and demanding. His hand wraps to the back of my neck so he can control the tilt of my head. This wasn’t a bad kiss, if I was honest with myself I enjoyed it. I hate being honest with myself.

When he pulls back he is smiling like he knows something. He releases the bonds and I think the punishment is over. He steps back and motions for me to get to my feet. I stand slowly still stuff from the curse he had used on me.

“One my thing my dear.” he says stepping up to me and taking my arm. “If this happens again, I will not be so nice.” He tells me and I hear a snap sound before I feel the pain. I look down at the arm he is holding and scream as I realize he just broke it. “Go to your room.” he says before he lets go and moved back to the table.

I run from the room, full intending on finding the exit of this nightmare. As I cross into Chamber, trying not look look at anything but the floor. It doesn’t take long for a Death Eater to grab me by my broken wrist and pull me back towards the dining hall. My panic overrides my pain.

“My room! He says I must go to my room!” The man pauses and changes direction to take me to my room. I go inside without further fuss and lay down carefully upon my bed. I don’t move from that spot for the rest of the day.

My mind keeps running back over the same question. Was seeing Luna worth it? Was hugging her and knowing she was a solid thing worth all of this pain? Every time I come up with the same answer.

Yes.

Luna-

The moment I could get away from Zabini without it being suspicious I sat down and wrote a short message to Ron. I told him I had information that I could only share with him in person.

I took the message out and put it behind a brick in the alley we had met in the first time. We had set it up as a drop place for safe messages while he had been staying with me. Now I was very glad we did.

It surprises me that by the next night after closing I hear a knock on the back door. Ron is standing there with his hood up and a split lip.

“You said it was important?” He asks looking at me with worry as if he was going to find an injury.

“Yes, come up to the flat.” I say as I pull him into the building and look around outside to make sure no one else saw him enter.

Once in the flat I start some hot water for tea and then turn to face him. I frown I he pulls the hood back showing a well beaten face.

“You need healing.” I tell him and point to the chair.

“It’s nothing, got into a skirmish tonight with a Death Eater on my way here. Both disarmed each other so we ended up in a muggle fight. Now what is so important Luna?” he asks as he takes the seat I point to.

“I saw your sister yesterday.” I say as I pull out my wand to start healing the more minor injuries on her face. “She wasn’t able to say much before we were pulled away from each other. All she could tell me was they were keeping her in the Chamber of Secrets.”

He frowned and flinched as I heal him and he takes in this information.

“How does she look?” he asks with a worried frown.

“When I saw her she looked very tired and worn, but no other visible injuries. I am going to see if I can find out more.” I promise him.

He reaches out and touches his hand to mine as she shakes his head.

“Don’t. You are too young for this Luna. You are playing a very dangerous game.” he tells me in his big brother voice.

“None of us are young any longer Ron, you should know that better than anyone.” I answer with my own frown as the kettle starts to whistle. I turn away from him before he can say anything back, and continue to make us both tea.

“I could be a valuable asset to the rebellion.” I tell him one we are both situated with tea and some biscuits.

“I told you no. Keep your head down, please Luna. I am not bringing a sixteen year old girl into this fight.” he snaps as if I am crazy.

“Ron started fighting the Dark Lord when you were eleven.” I point out, unsure why we were bring age into this.

“That was different. I’m a boy, and I had... Harry.” He says with a deep frown as he looks down into his cup.

I am not sure what to say to the pain on his face. I want to comfort him, he seems so alone all of the sudden. His two best friends in the world were gone, his family was dead, in Azkaban, or worse, lonely must be exactly what he is. I place a hand on his to try and comfort him when there is a knock at my door.

“You have to hide.” I tell him directing him towards the place I had made under the bed. Once I know he is safe I go to the door.

When I open the door I find a rather bruised up Draco Malfoy. he has a rather serious expression on his face. My stomach flutters as I think he tracked Ron here.

“I heard what my father did to you. I would have come sooner, but I had duties. May I come in?” he asks and pushes his way in without waiting for an answer.

“So this is the flat they set you up with. Zabini’s is bigger.” he says as he looks around casually.

“I was actually just thinking of going to bed. Is there anything I can help you with Mr. Malfoy?” I ask and I hear a shift from the bedroom, thankfully Malfoy doesn’t seem to notice.

“Draco. Call me Draco when we are not in the office. This is a social call to make sure you are alright.” he says and then notices that there are two half filled tea cups on my kitchen table. “About to go to bed?” he asks and looks around the flat once again. “Blaise!” he yells suddenly sounding annoyed as he heads to my bedroom.

“Mr. Zabini went home an hour again.” I say as I follow him to my bedroom.

“Blaise!” He calls again as he slams the door open and heads over to the closet.

“No one is here Mr. Draco.” I say as I try to appease him and not look at the bed. “Mr. Zabini went out this evening I think.”

“It has to be Blaise, you don’t know anyone else.” he points out as he continues to search my room.

“No one is here Draco.”

“Who was the extra tea for?” he snaps as he moves back towards me and takes my arm.

“I... I... Sometimes I pour two cups. When I am not thinking about it I pour two cups thinking my father would want some.” I flush because I am lying, but I hope he takes it has sadness. My voice becomes tight as I think about my father. “I don’t want to waste so I...”

He sighs and sits me down on the bed with him before he lets go of my arm. “I’m sorry” he says as he studies me a moment. “I thought...” he starts as his places a hand on my knee. “Nevermind. I just came to see if you were okay after what happened at Hogwarts.”

I watch his hand on my knee and try not to think about Ron who is hiding under the bed.

“You’re hurt.” I point out to change the subject.

He smiles like it pleases him that I noticed. “Yes, I got in a muggle fight with some rebel scum tonight on my way here. Got him pretty good too before he ran off like a coward.”

I think a few times and almost laugh as the connection is made in my head. Draco and Ron finding a reason to fight like couple of muggles, even out of school.

“Then I had to file a report at his sighting, or I would have been here sooner. Anyway back to you.”

“Do you know what is happening with Ginny?” I decide to risk the question since he seems determined to talk about what happened with her.

He looked into my eyes and his hand went to my chin so he could study me for a moment. “I can’t tell you. You are too close to her, you might do something rash, or let the information slip to the wrong ears. I can tell you that she is in little danger right now. If that makes you feel better.”

I nod as I think about those words but I can’t look away because he is still holding my chin. His thumb runs over my lips and he smiles a little at whatever thought he is having.

“You are going out with me this Friday.” he says firmly. I open my mouth to protest but he puts his thumb on my lips to stop me. “No. We are going. You had fun at the dance club and that means you have to go out with me again” he says with a firm nod. “I’ll have a dress sent over.” He says before he stands up and moves to the door where he pauses. He looks back to me and sighs. “Sorry for blowing up. I wasn’t mad at you, I was mad at... Don’t worry about it.”

Once he was gone and the front door was locked I go back to the bedroom where Ron is crawling out of his hiding place.

“You are leaving with me tonight.” he bursts as he sees me. “Pack your things.” he says and it is as much of a question as Draco’s date request.

“No.”

“You can’t stay here with him demanding you go out on dates, and stopping by at all hours. That is just not happening. Do you know how dangerous he is?”

“Ron I am not your sister.” I tell him as I cross my arms over my desk. “I can be valuable here. The only strike against me is that I was in Dumbledore's Army and people seem to be forgetting about that fact quickly enough.

“I know you are not my sister, not by blood anway. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be protective over you. This is too dangerous for a sixteen year old girl.” he snaps getting more angry as I don’t move.

“How much danger do you think I will be in if I run? If I prove to them that I am a rebel?” I ask him calmly.

He growls and frustration as he obviously sees my point. “Fine.” he says crossing his arms over his chest. “Then stop spying. Stop asking serious questions. Only do what they ask you to do and.. tell that wanker you had a miserable time with him so he will get off your back!”

I decide it is best not to speak to him when he is so worked up, so I turn and head back to the kitchen to finish my tea.

Daphne-

I am not really sure what to expect when I open the door. I brace so I can pretend to me shocked and dismayed at her injuries.

I find Ginny curled into a ball on the bed with one of her arms tucked into her check. Her face is bruised like he had backhanded her few times. What I really notice is the arm she is holding is swollen.

“Ginny?” I ask softly to see if she is awake. When she looks at me I expect her to look sad and frightened. All I see in her eyes is strength and intelligence.

“Tell.. Him... that if he doesn’t have someone heal my arm soon i will need a whole new one.” She says in such a calm voice it makes me shiver a bit. “Go.” She look deeply into my eyes as if she knows we will never actually be friends.

I nod my head and pretend to be frightened, honestly she is a little frightening at the moment. I go to his study and ask the guard outside if he is in. When i get a nod of confirmation I take a deep breath before knocking.

“Who is bothering me?” Came his serious voice. I could hear the annoyance.

“It is Daphne Greengrass my Lord.” I say softly as I do not like coming to him unbidden. I am about to repeat myself when he yanks open the door and narrows his eyes at me.

“You should be with Ginny? Why are you bothering me?” he asks and I lower my head.

“I am sorry my Lord. She would not let me console her. All she would say is that I should tell you that if her arm is not healed soon she would need a new one. It is looking an awful color and I fear it is not within my skill to heal.”

He thinks for a moment before he tells his guard to go get a healer. One the guard is gone his hand moves to my chin so he can directly to look into his crimson eyes.

“How did she seem?”

“Determined is the only word I can think to describe it.”

“Stay by her today, I will not be taking any meals with her any time soon. She needs time to cool off.” he says and drops his hand. “Now go back.” he says dismissing me with a wave of his hand. I go back to Ginny’s room and step inside.

“A healer is coming.” I say but I do not move away from the door. “I am so sorry Ginny.” I tell her softly as I try to sound hurt for her.

She finally looked up at him and sighs. “I am tired of being a victim in this.” She says looking at him. “That is the role he wants for me. How do I stop being the victim?” She asks with a frown.

“Do.. Do you really want to know?” I ask her timidly.

She looks up like she had no idea I was there and has now suddenly realized I was in the room with her. She nods her head to my question.

“He wants things from you Ginny. He wants you to give them to him willingly. You have the power to give them, but you also have the power to ask for things in return. Give in to small things, use some of the power you could have over him.”

She is frowning and shaking her head, a true Gryffindor threw and threw. “I can’t let him win.” She snaps before the door opens and a female healer enters to look at her wounds.

We are silent as the healer works. I notice she only heals the things she thinks would do permanent damage to Ginny, and leaves the bruises on her face. She leaves again without a word and I move over to the bed to sit next to Ginny.

“I am not saying let him win. But if you keep fighting the way you are he will anyways as you run out of energy.”

“You are on his side.” She points out and pulls her knees to her chest. “It is your job to make me act the way he wants.”

“It is my job to entertain you and be your friend. To be a lady-like influence in your life. I am never going to tell you to be anything but a lady Ginny. Call him Dark Lord, it is something you can give without really sacrificing your values.”

“I’ll think about it.” She tells me and rests her chin on her knees. “I am thinking about using your journal as a dream diary. I keep having these very, odd dreams.” She admits with a frown. “Maybe I need to get them out of my head.”

“Would you like to tell me about them?” I asked inwardly groaning. Why the fuck would I care about dreams?

She shakes her head. “They are, they are personal.” Is all she says.

The rest of the day is spent with me doing homework and her reading another of the books I got her. When I head to my dorm after supper I find two new letters on my bed. One from Draco and the other from Blaise. I open Draco’s first.

Miss Greengrass,

I require you assistance in picking out a dress for Miss Lovegood to wear to the theater this friday. Just in case he has not already informed you I have told Blaise we will be on a double date to the theater. So pick something nice out for yourself. I again want you to keep him happy while I entertain Miss Lovegood.

It was wise of you to tell me what happened while she was at the school. As always keep me updated on the Weasley situation.

~ D Malfoy

I laugh to myself over the about of work Draco is putting into the Lovegood girl, and I wonder if it is simply because Blaise wants her. I turn to Blaise’s letter thinking I know what is inside already.

Slutmuffin,

So I tried to tell Draco we weren’t doing anything serious that needed real dates. So you know me asking you to the theater and dinner this friday has nothing to do with my own free will. Though after the event could be fun.

~Your Fucktoy

I laugh again to myself as I burn both letters before I get ready for bed. Once I am comfortable I pull out the journal that is connected to the one Ginny has to see if she decided to write anything in it. I smile as I see words appear, well maybe the dreams will at least be entertaining.
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