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The Blind Nymph	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- I would like to start by thanking my awesome beta, Eclectic Pet, for her great help in making all my chapters of this story and my others better. As some of you may have noticed you can find more chapters to this story on my website than what I have posted so far here. That is simply because I wanted to give people on this site time to enjoy the fic without overloading them with a bunch of chapters all at once. Though today I have decided I will now be posting on this story weekly, which means this site will be up to date with my site next week. The following week will bring a brand new chapter for everyone! AND by popular demand I will also be posting the last chapter of Smell of Submission this week instead of next. I now feel I have enough of a buffer to start posting on two stories a week instead of one! Hope everyone enjoys!
Ginny-
I slip back into camp as people are starting to wake up and I head straight for my tent. I still don’t think I’m ready to face Derrick or my brother so it seems like the safest place to be for now.
I spend the rest of the morning putting together medical kits just to keep my hands busy as I let my mind drift. The moment I smell ink, parchment, and rose oil I know that my brother must have really been fuming after last night.
“Ginny, I brought some lunch.” Hermione says as he enters the tent. “I didn’t see you at breakfast.”
“I didn’t know you were here.” I tell my friend with a sigh. “I’m sure my brother sent you.” I tell her more softly.
“He called me after your fight last night, you know he can’t end that curse on his own. I could tell you were really mad at him” She says I feel her sit down next to me.
“Your husband is a git Mrs. Weasley.” I say firmly and set my work aside to make room for whatever food she’d brought.
“You think I missed that somewhere along the way? Do you want to tell me what happened?” She asks and I hear her setting the small table for lunch.
“I was flirting with a new guy from the camp and my brother stomps in and starts to act like a royal pain in my arse.” I tell her as I rub my eyes and sit back in my chair.
“He’s just worried because he doesn’t fully trust this Derrick person, neither does Harry.” She says sounding somewhat worried herself.
“Don’t even get my started on Harry.” I snap then something occurs to me. “Please tell me you didn’t know Hermione. Please tell me you didn’t let me make an absolute fool of myself.” I say and I’m disgusted with the pleading tone to my voice.
“No Ginny, if I would have known what was going on with him I would have hit him about the head until he told you.” Hermione reassures me.
I relax a bit and sigh. “Well I don’t trust Derrick either, but that doesn’t mean I can’t flirt with the boy. Ron makes it sound like I was doing a strip tease in front of the entire camp!”
“You mean you weren’t?” Hermione asks in a teasing tone. “So you obviously like that he’s flirting with you, anything else you like about him?” she asks in her usual logical tone.
I frown and think about the question. “Well from what I can tell he’s rather pretty, and very solid when I ran into him a few days ago. He’s sort of funny, though pretty perverted to tell the truth.” I rattle off the first things that come to my brain.
“Well maybe you should ask him out on a date then.” She says and hands me a fork and knife.
“Do you think? Ron will blow his top.” I remind her as I start to eat the salad in front of me.
“It sounds to me like you’re interested in this guy Ginny; why not give it a try?” She asks and I can hear the smile in her voice. “Just be careful and don’t do anything stupid until you’re sure YOU trust him. I’ll take care of Ron.”
I sigh and nod with a smile on my lips. “Thanks Hermione.” I say and let silence fall between us a moment before I’m reminded of something else I wanted to tell her about. “Oh, I’ve decided I wish to learn to Apparate.”
“Where did that come from?” She asks and now I can hear her frown.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, I know one of the healers said that it isn’t possible without sight, but the more I think about it the more I think that sounds stupid. We’re magical beings Hermione, why does everyone seem to think we have muggle limitations. I mean when you Apparate, do you picture the place you want to go to, or do you just feel yourself stepping there.
“I would have to say it’s more of a feeling if I’m honest.” She tells me but I can still hear the frown.
“Hermione I can’t keep this life up any longer, I need to become a full witch, a full person.” I say and will for her to understand.
“I can only imagine how frustrating things are for you Ginny, but I’m just not sure if it’s safe.”
“Safe is the worst word in the entire history of the world.” I snap and slam my hands down on the table. “I’m tired of being safe, I want to live! I want to fight!”
Draco-
I’m putting the last touches on the kitchen cabinets when an owl swoops in and lands on the counter. I recognize it as belonging to my father. With a sigh I put, my tools down and untie the scroll off its leg. Without a moment’s pause it flies away, which means he was not expecting a reply. I frown and uncurl the scroll to read.
Draco,
It has come to my attention you were found defiling the daughters of not one, but two members of the Board of Economic Growth. Report to Malfoy Manor immediately so we can discuss the repercussions for this behavior.
~Lucius Malfoy
Huh, the old fools actually had enough balls to tell on me to my father. I’m still completely sure the looks on their faces were well worth it. The letter said immediately, but I know my father enough to shower and change into my Death Eater robes before I go.
When I arrive at Malfoy Manor, I find the place its usual level of busy. Father helps run a war and a country from this mansion so the constant flow of people is never a surprise.
I get to my father’s study and I’m told to wait. It wouldn’t matter if my father was in a meeting or not, as I’m being punished he would make me wait either way.
Once I’m finally let in to see him I notice no one left the office before I entered. I just shake my head and smile. I move to the seat and sit in front of his desk before he even acknowledges that I’m there.
“You told them to wait their turn?” He asks not looking up from his paperwork.
“Yeah, it was pretty funny actually.” I tell him in the most respectful tone I can find.
“The Zabini boy is rubbing off on you.” He says with disdain and looks up to get a better look at me. “How is the work on the cottage going?”
“Well actually. I’m just about ready to install a House Elf.” I tell him with a smile.
“You can take Bally back with you.” He tells me with a wave of his hand.
“I would prefer to buy my own actually.” I tell him and fold my arms over my chest. “You said the cottage would be mine. I don’t need an elf that’s first loyalty is to you.” I tell him clearly.
My father looks impressed for a moment, but soon his cold mask is back in place. “You don’t trust one of my elves?” he asks as he leans back in his chair.
“No.” I say looking him directly in his eyes.
“Fine then, but you’ll have to wait until your next scheduled outing to get it.” he says and after a moments staring contest he leans forward again. “What are we going to do about this escapade of yours?” He asks back to multitasking with his paperwork.
“Well I see three options. I can go scare them again, as well as actually ruin their daughters so they know better than to question the pleasure of a Death Eater again. We can pay them off and find their daughter’s proper husbands so the two little twits can stop trying to whore themselves out. Or I can set it up so their daughters are very publicly outed as whores.” I say deadpan.
“I’ll send someone to attend to it, you’re still in exile.” My father points out without saying which suggestion, he would be taking, if any.
“I’m sure Lieutenant Pucey’s unit would enjoy the assignment Sir.” I tell him as I stand.
“You mean your unit.” My father says firmly as he watches me rise. “I’ll use them and let the Lieutenant decide what he thinks is the best option. Did I dismiss you Lieutenant?” He asks as he sits back in his chair.
“No Sir.” I say and sit back down as I take his point clearly.
“Now if it was just useless bureaucrats that had drawn my attention back to you I wouldn’t have bothered to summon you here.” The General says as he leans forward once again to look into my eyes. “Your… crony has been sniffing around the Weasley files. Why would that be?”
Internally I groan at Blaise’s sloppiness but I keep an uninterested mask on my face. “How would I know?” I ask as innocently as I can.
“Because if that boy does anything outside of orders that isn’t sniffing at some tart’s skirt it isn’t his idea.” My father states firmly, and then waits for my real answer.
“I thought I may have gotten a glimpse of red hair in the woods. It was longer so I think it might be the girl.” I tell my father seriously, making it seem as if I didn’t even remember her name. “I wanted to know if it would be worth my while to find a way to trap her.”
“Ginevra Weasley would be well worth your time if you could catch her. It would mean the instant removal of your exile.” He tells me, and I can hear something in his tone that makes me feel like it would be worth more than that.
“I read her file, why does the Dark Lord want her so badly anyway? To what purpose?” I ask to see if I can get any more information than I already have.
“The Dark Lord plans to corrupt the girl and turn her to the use of our side.” My father tells me without hesitation.
“Like as a spy?” I ask with a frown, the plan wouldn’t work any longer while Ginny was being kept out of things by her friends and family.
“No, more as a symbol. If we can turn her to our ways, others will lose hope that this war can ever end in their favor.” He explains.
“But why her, surely there are better, more easily attained targets?” I ask him with a deep frown.
“The girl was chosen for her close connection with the leadership to the Order, her abilities as a witch, and the fact she already has a seed of darkness planted within her.” My father tells me easily.
“So what if I was to corrupt the girl?” I ask curiously. “What if I could bring her before the Dark Lord ready to take his mark, trained to fight and kill?”
My father raises his eyebrow at the idea, and I can see it would please him. “It would mean several promotions for you, not just one.” He tells me in a dry tone. “I didn’t think the Weasley girl liked you that much.” He says with a smirk now in place.
“When the reward is worth it, I can be very charming.” I answer as wonderful ideas dance in my head.
“Be warned though, if you were to catch her then lost her because of your greed, the consequences would be… unpleasant.”
Ginny-
After asking a few people, I find out that Derrick is in one of the supply tents taking inventory. I assume this is a punishment from my brother for daring to touch his baby sister. When I find the tent, I step inside and listen for movement. I hear someone shifting objects so I head in that direction, careful not to bump into any boxes or crates on my way.
The supply tent is one of our largest. On the inside, it’s almost the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, and on the outside, it’s around 6 foot by 6 foot. I can’t imagine how muggles would do in our situation; I really do feel sorry for them sometimes.
Once I’m within a few feet of the sound, I call out. “Derrick?” I ask, as I don’t feel like bumping into him to find him. I smell leather and chocolate so I know that it’s him.
I hear a crate being dropped, a flurry of curses that almost make me blush, but I decide to chuckle instead. “Did I scare you?” I ask as a smirk plants itself clearly on my face.
“Crap Ginny, you shouldn’t sneak up on a guy like that.” he says in a frustrated tone.
“Sorry I didn’t realize I was sneaking.” I tell him with a shrug. Quiet was my natural way of walking since I was trained as a scout, and my steps have only become more silent since I rely so heavily on sound for navigation.
He sighs and his voice comes from lower down. “So what brings you here?” he asks. I hear him shifting but I can’t tell what exactly he was doing.
“Have you had lunch yet?” I ask as I hold up a basket that I’m holding. “I’m sure he’ll give you a break to eat, right?” I add after a moment.
“I’m allowed to take a break for lunch.” He says tentatively as if he thinks this might be a trap of some sort.
“Great, follow me.” I order him and turn before I turn back. “You did want a date with me right?” I ask to make sure.
“Yes.” he says with a chuckle as I hear him get up. “I would love a date with you.” He purrs as he walks towards me.
“Good. Then we’re going to my favorite spot to have a picnic lunch.” I tell him then continue to make my way out of the tent. I lead him to the small clearing with the pond where I first met Syler.
“It’s… wow.” He says which makes me smile. “I can see why this is your favorite place.” He tells me and takes my free hand to walk out into the field.
“Hermione suggested I bring you here.” I tell him and hand him the basket to he can set up the picnic for us.
“So she knows about this date of ours?” Derrick asks and I can hear a slight regret in his tone.
“Did you not want anyone to know we were going out?” I ask as a frown forms on my face and I try not to feel hurt.
“No... I was just. I would prefer not to have to clean the loos.” he says and takes my hand. “Your brother isn’t fond of me, and aren’t they married?”
“She says she’s going to handle that. She’s the one that thought it would be a good idea if we went out.” I tell him and I feel his hand on mine again.
“Well then I’ll have to thank her.” He says in a deep tone. “For giving me some time alone with you,” he adds and I feel his breath on my face as he leans in. His lips barely brush against mine before he pulls away, and leaves me breathless. “Are you hungry?” He asks and helps me to sit on the blanket.
“I could eat.” I say as I try to ignore his tease.
“Well you made lunch.” he says and hands me a plate. I feel around and find the things I want for now then sit back so I can pick at it as we talk.
“How bad has my brother been anyway?” I ask curiously.
“Well he has me doing odd jobs, and refuses to let me in on anything of interest. But I think that’s less because of you and more because I’m a Slytherin. I don’t really understand why they take school house so seriously.”
“Draco Malfoy mostly.” I tell him and shrugged my shoulders. “When Harry and I still talked he told me about some of the things he did to them. Then he turned out to be a Death Eater and part of a plot to kill Dumbledore.”
“Okay so I should take it up with that psychopath the next time I see him.” Derrick said with a chuckle.
“I only spoke with him like once at school, he ignored me more than anything, but he was ruthless to Ron.” I explain and frown. “But I don’t want to talk about him. Tell me about you.” I say and smile, as I’m pretty sure I’m looking in his direction.
“Me? I’m not very interesting. After I left Hogwarts I went to University for business management, I planned to take over my father’s company you see. Before I graduated the war broke out, my family joined the safest side for us. We were never Death Eaters mind you, my father only donated to their cause in order to keep his place in the community.” He told me carefully and I can tell he’s waiting for a reaction.
“So why join our side now?” I ask in the most casual tone I can find. I can’t judge people that just wanted to keep their loved ones safe.
“A few weeks ago I was in a pub with a few friends of mine, in Diagon Alley. We were joking and having fun when three off duty Death Eaters entered the pub. As you can imagine most Death Eaters walk around like they own the world, so when they wanted our spot at the bar we gave it up. Only then they spotted Samantha.” he said and paused so he could take a drink.
“Who’s Samantha?” I ask as I try and get him to go on.
“She was my best mate’s girlfriend.” He said sadly. “One of them grabbed her and was being rather crude. So Jason, he was my best friend, he tried to step in and protect her honor…” his voice got suddenly quite. “She had none left after they were done with her; they said they needed to show everyone what happens to those who disrespect servants of the Dark Lord. While they were…” he stopped and I could feel he was having trouble telling the story now.
“I can see why you decided you couldn’t just keep yourself safe after that.” I say and try to find his hand. He offers it to me and I kiss his knuckles to try and sooth him.
“Jason is in Azkaban now for attacking one of them, he’ll never get out unless this side wins the war. I don’t know what they did with Samantha; they took her when they left the pub.” He finished sadly.
Draco-
Once I complete the last touches on the kitchen, I start to plan my next move. Walking around the down stairs for a few minutes I decide a stable staircase is the next most important aspect of the house. After checking every stair and being rough with those, I’d been gentle with before I decide the whole thing needs to be ripped out and replaced.
I’m so engrossed in the sound of my sledgehammer I don’t hear the little Nymph arrive until she announces herself. “Sounds like you decided to start from scratch.” She says and I’m glad I keep a firm hold on the hammer when I jump.
“Yes well the stairs are mostly rotted.” I explain and then get an idea to warm her up to me a bit more. “It’s actually quite freeing to be able to just… let loose.” I tell her and carry the hammer over to her. I lean over her form and whisper in her ear. “Want a try?”
She clears her throat and takes the hammer. “Actually it sounds fun.” She said and I help her stand facing the direction of the things I actually want knocked down.
“Go at it.” I say and move back so I don’t get hit with a stray swing. “What brings you here anyway?” I ask as she starts to pulverize the wood.
“Oh!” She starts and I can see her grin widely. “I was so excited about my date today I wanted to tell you about it!” She tells me. “Derrick is actually really fun!” She adds.
“Derrick?” I ask wondering if I can get more information about the suitor before she realizes what she’s saying.
“Yeah, the guy I was telling you about. My brother absolutely hates him though, always had a thing against Slytherins.” She informs me of something I’m already quite aware, and then it hits me.
“He was a Slytherin?” I ask and then add for good measure. “That was a House at your school right?”
“Yeah. My brother and I were Gryffindors; the two houses never really liked each other. Doesn’t help that Derrick was also a quidditch player.” She said and laughs. “Bet that rubs Ro... my brother the wrong way.”
She catches herself at the last minute and she’ll probably be more careful now, but she had given me enough to know exactly whom she’s dating. Derrick Elrose, it couldn’t be anyone else. I frown at that thought and wonder how he got into the camp in the first place.
“So is he mean to all the Slytherins were you live?” I ask as if I didn’t know that most of my house either has taken the Mark, or at least live under the Dark Lord’s rule in peace.
“He’s the only one.” She tells me and sets down the hammer out of breath. “That felt really good thanks.” She tells me with a wide smile. “Almost like punching Ha… my ex.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Glad to be of service.” I tell her as I take the hammer to finish the job. She moves back and leans against a wall. “So you like this Derrick then?” I ask curiously.
“I’m not really sure.” Ginny tells me with a frown. “He’s very… persistent.” She said and leaned her back against the wall. “He only joined our side because some Death Eater’s raped his best mate’s girlfriend and put his friend in Azkaban for trying to help her.” she adds with a frown.
“That sounds rather… distasteful.” I say with a frown. “What happened to…” I leave it open to see if she knows the girl’s name.
“Samantha.” She fills in with a sad frown. “He doesn’t know; they took her with them. None of them even did anything wrong.” Ginny says and waves her hands about. “They just thought she was pretty or some bullshit!”
I frown at that. It didn’t sound right; we don’t pick random victims any longer. If the girl was raped and taken there had to have been a crime, or at least a show of disrespect. Either Derrick isn’t telling my sweet Nymph the whole story, or he’s ignorant of it. I’ll have to get Blaise to look into it for me. I hate being stuck here sometimes.
“That’s sickening.” I tell her and start to use a sanding spell on the rough edges of the wood. “But I guess that’s why I’m hiding here.” I say with a sigh. “You know you could hide with me.” I add under my breath.
“You could come fight with me.” She counters in a not so quiet voice.
“Oh? Done much fighting lately, have you?” I ask dryly just to push her buttons.
She frowns deeply at me and sighs. “No. But I’m wearing them down.” She says and straightens her back.
“You know I was thinking about that. I could help.” I tell her as I glance over just in time to see her perk-up. “You know, teach you how to Apparate, maybe help with some dueling techniques you might find useful?”
“You would do that?” She asks and I smile at her excitement.
“Not for free…” I say and let the comment hang in the air.
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