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Face of Death	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 5282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny-
I don’t feel safe to check on the book until I know that he is indeed gone. I’m not sure when but at some point I stopped fighting last night and just let him use me for his pleasure. Then he actually slept here, peaceful and relaxed. I sat on the bed next to him cradling the arm he still hasn’t healed.
I thought about getting a knife from the kitchen, so I could stab him or fight back. But I haven't because I'm weak and ridiculous I couldn’t get myself to move past him. I didn’t get any sleep while he was here, and now that he is gone I still can’t sleep. I need out. I need some way out.
When I open the book, I see Daphne’s message, and I wonder how she knew I was in trouble. There are many problems with sending another message. The first is that I have no way to heal my wrist and I’ll have to write with my left hand. The second and more significant issue is that if I do write her a message Harry is sure to find out.
Are all the wards the same? What if I go outside to send the message? I don’t know how long I sit there debating the issue in my head when I hear someone out in the hall. I stuff the book back in its hiding place and get off the bed just before Harry walks in with a broad smile like last night never happened.
“Have you left this room at all darling?” He asks sounding almost sweet. Why is he acting like this? I shake my head because I don’t really trust my voice.
“Let's get you some lunch, and then we can heal you.” He says holding a hand out to me. When I don’t take it right away, his expression turns cold, so I push myself forward because I don’t want him to get angry with me. He smiles and leads me into the kitchen where he had brought a basket of food for us.
“Luna’s magazine came out today. I thought you would want to see the cover.” He says as if this is no big deal as he pulls it out of the basket and tosses it on the table.
It only takes a glance to see why he is showing this to me. “I’ll set up; you read the article.” He says, and I know somehow it's a command.
When I sit down, I can’t help but look at the cover in more detail. It's apparently a staged photo, but I can tell that it's really in Tom’s bed. They lay there curled together both looking utterly nude with a silk sheet covering his modesty. Luna is turned away from the camera with her head resting on his chest. A large Dark Mark runs the length of her back.
“It seems your husband is sending you love letters,” Harry says in that light tone.
“She’s wearing my collar,” I say softly because if he has her wearing that, it's something the rebellion should know. Could they save her?
“Jealous?” Harry asks meanly before I look up to him.
“It's a magical control collar. It means He is doing horrible things to Luna.” I tell him trying to look unaffected otherwise. “Could you save her?” I ask wondering if he's even a hero at all anymore.
“We’re working on it. Ron’s met with that Death guy; they are trying to work out a plan.” I sigh feeling a bit better about him before I open the magazine and see what they actually have to say about Tom’s new Mistress.
“But I can’t help but be glad it isn’t you.” He says touching my hand.
He acts this way through the entire lunch. Like he is himself, and I have to wonder if torturing me last night really did help vent some of the darkness within him. When we finish lunch he has me put my broken wrist on the table; he stokes the purple marks lovingly before healing it solidly once again.
“Is that better?” He asks getting to his feet.
“Yes thank you,” I tell him as I stand up as well moving my wrist this way and that.
“It wasn’t broken too badly.” He says retaking hold of it lightly so he can maneuver me towards him. “This was nice, wasn’t it?” He asks using his other hand to stroke my face.
“Yes,” I tell him because that is obviously what he wants to hear.
“Things can be nice if you don’t make me hurt you. If you obey me as you should.” He says still petting the side of my face. “You obeyed him; you will learn to do the same for me.”
“Yes,” I say trying to give him a weak smile.
“Because if you don’t, you know what will happen?” He asks as his hand tightens around my newly healed wrist.
“Yes.” I nod quickly trying to obey him as best I can at the moment.
“You don’t need a reminder?” He asks as his other hand takes the same arm.
“No.” I shake my head not even daring to move away. “No, no, I’ll be good,” I promise him.
I scream when he breaks the wrist again, falling into him and whimper as I hear him sigh in something like relief.
“Shhhh, shhh.” He says against the top of my head as he is still holding my arm. “You just needed a little reminder.” He tells me, and I have no idea what I did for him to do that to me again. “Hitting me, or going against what I say, they have severe consequences. You did both last night, didn’t you?” He asks, and I think he actually wants an answer.
“Yes.” I whimper against his chest.
“Next time it’s going to be a knee, and I can’t heal those. Do you understand?” He asks gently as if this should somehow be a comfort to me.
“Yes,” I tell him nodding again. It is so much worse this time. The rest from the pain hadn't lasted long, but it made this new suffering far worse. This was not done in the heat of passion; this is a cold calculation.
“I think we are going to be better now, now that you understand.” He explains as he gently runs fingers through my hair. “Look into my eyes, and tell me you love me.” He urges as he helps me to stand on my own.
I swallow hard before I can look up into his kind eyes. I do still love him. I love him so deeply that his anger and abuse feels like a betrayal. How did I become the girl that loves her abusers? How did Tom become the kinder man?
“I love you,” I say trying to catch my breath. Harry searches my eyes for a moment before smiling.
“Good girl.” He says before leaning down and kissing me softly. “I’m coming back tonight after I work. If you're still a good girl, I’ll heal it.” He promises with a nod.
I whimper as I hold the wrist close. “I’ll be good,” I tell him hoarsely. I do not doubt that he would break me until I comply with him. I have to be good until I know I can actually get away from him.
He gives me one last kiss acting like everything is reasonable and sane. When he Disapparates, I fall to my knees, whimpering over my wrist once again. I know now that Harry Potter is going to kill me, but I can't see what anyone can do to stop him.
Luna-
“Here it is,” Blaise says as he walks into my rooms looking annoyed. He sets the most recent magazine down on the desk in front of me taking the opportunity to kiss my cheek.
“You took a lovely picture,” I tell him as I look at myself wrapped in the Dark Lord’s arms.
“I had a lovely subject.” He admits stepping back to unbutton the collar of his shirt.
“I hope it is to your exacting standards. It was the first you couldn’t go over the printing yourself.” He points out with a sigh.
“You did a lovely job, Blaise,” I tell him getting up so I can follow him into the more comfortable sitting area. When he takes a seat in the armchair, I move comfortably into his lap. I like sitting with Blaise much more than with the Dark Lord. “Are you taking the rest of the day off?” I ask as he wraps an arm around me.
“I have a thing I need to do later, but I’m with you for a while. Want to try and make a baby?” He asks leaning in to kiss my neck.
I find myself smiling and shaking my head. “Not the best idea right now.” I remind him with a sigh, and he shakes his head.
“Maybe not… do you want to not make a baby?” He asks as he runs a finger over my lips and pushes inside for me to suck on.
I press my tongue against it and suck for a moment before pulling away so I can talk to him. “What do you have to do tonight?” I ask as he takes my free hand and places it right on his crotch.
“Just a thing, we have plenty of time.” He groans as I message my hand over him for a moment.
“Does this thing have anything to do my Death Cloak?” I ask grasping my hand around him in a much more threatening way.
“Was I spotted?” He asks a bit tightly trying to shift so I will loosen my hold.
“Yes. Fortunately, the Dark Lord asked the wrong question or I could have gotten you killed.” I say getting to my feet. “You know I have to tell him the truth.”
“But he underestimates how cunning your mind is.” He points out as he looks up at me.
“Why were you wearing it at all, where are you going tonight?” I ask frowning at him. It is so dangerous if either side found out who he really was he would be in trouble.
“I went to go talk to the rebels, I spoke with Weasley.” He says frowning up at me.
“Why would you do that? Do you know how dangerous that is?” I ask, and he gives me a look like I have two heads.
“But you feel it is something safe for you to do?” He countered without answering my question.
“When I do it, I'm only risking the wrath of the Dark Lord.” I point out because he doesn’t seem to understand the DA is dangerous too. “Why take the risk?”
“Why do you think?” He asks looking at me like I’m stupid again. When I shake my head, he sighs. “I wanted to see if there was anything they could do to get you out of here. Serendipity is fortress of magical wards. If we could just get you there than you would be safe.”
“Blaise!” I say shocked that he would try something like that. “So are you changing sides now? Are you going to start supporting muggle rights?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest.
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “No, but we could hide there until we think of a way to get on his good side again. Maybe give him Weaselette?” He offers, making me frown.
“I want her back here as much as anyone,” I say thinking about the journal. That makes me frown even more. “Did you know?” I ask looking at him.
“That you wanted her back in the castle? Yeah, ever since you heard the prophecy about her impending death.” He says acting utterly blasé about my friend's demise.
“I mean that Daphne was in contact with her?” I ask wondering what else he has been keeping from me.
“Oh. That.”
“So you knew,” I say this time instead of asking.
“I knew. But Luna I just can’t tell you everything I know. Just like you really can’t tell me everything you know.
“Did you know Daphne and Draco are leaving to go find her today?” I ask searching his face and colors for the answer.
“No. I missed that part.” He tells me honestly before leaning forward so he can take my hand. “I should see them off; I may have some information on that front too.” He adds pulling me into his lap again.
I relax against him, resting my head on his shoulder. “From Ron?” I ask closing my eyes as he softly strokes my head. He is trying to put me at ease, and I am letting him.
“Yeah, under the guise of worrying that she isn’t safe from the Dark Lord. Only Potter can get to her. Not even her brother or the know-it-all have access.”
“He’s hurting her,” I tell him softly.
“Do you really think the hero of heroes is actually hurting his lady love?” He asks with disbelief.
“There’s something wrong… They need to get her soon.” I tell him not wishing to explain further.
“Well maybe if they can actually get some government resources they will be able to find her. Those two are pretty quick.” He says in a rare compliment of someone else’s skill. “Plus I have some information that will narrow down their search a bit.” He adds and I smile because he can never leave himself out of it.
“You should go check on them then,” I say, but I don’t move because I am enjoying the closeness with him over what I'm forced to share with the Dark Lord. “And please stop trying to save me. I’m not going anywhere until Ginny is back.”
He sighs, his shoulders deflating under me like he is somehow defeated. “Luna…” He starts, but I shake my head. I sit up a bit so I can look him in the eyes.
“I want you to trust in the fact I can take care of myself. I can handle this. I will come out stronger for it.” I tell him before placing a kiss on his lips.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He says not promising anything, but it is the best I can expect.
“Now go see Daphne and Draco about what intelligence you have gained,” I tell him kissing him again before slipping off his lap so he can rise.
“The moment we sort all this out I am taking you back to the club.” He says brushing himself off as he stands. “And we will have several nights of total and complete debauchery.” He promises with a wink.
I chuckle shaking my head before giving him a kiss on his cheek to send him on his way. Once he's gone, I turn back to what I was working on before. I’ve started to sketch the cards to plan out the art of them before getting the supplies.
Daphne-
I woke up early to pack everything I think I will need on the trip, but I have to wait for Draco to be ready as well. So I sit and stare at the journal. My heart sinks with every moment she doesn’t answer. Did Harry destroy the journal, or maybe it's something much much worse than that.
I jump as someone knocks on the door. I hide the book quickly in my things before going to open it. I smile with relief as Draco stands ready. I’ve never seen him dressed so roughly before. He looks prepared to camp if we must, but I can’t blame him when I wear the same type of clothes.
“You know I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pants.” He says while I hike my bag onto my shoulders.
“We don’t know what we are going to run into, utility over anything,” I tell him shyly. I decided to not put makeup on either, and I tied my hair back into a braid out of my face.
“Probably smart.” He agrees with a frown as he leads the way towards the front hall.
“Have you thought up any ideas?” I have a few things I would like to try, but getting his input is always helpful.
“Our main advantage is the book, right? Maybe a way of tracing the magical link between the two.” He says in a distracted tone.
“She hasn’t answered at all since yesterday. I’m a little worried there is no other book to track.” I tell him my worries.
“That will make this a lot harder, but I still think it's what we should do first. Tracking will be tricky though if we can't narrow down where she could be. For all, we know they could have her anywhere in the world.” He points out. “Even if we can track the link…”
“It would take so long to follow it anywhere.” I finish for him and we both nod. “Well let's hope she’s in Scotland.” I say with a hollow laugh. We walk in silence, each in our own thoughts until we get to the main hall.
“What is he doing here?” Draco growls making me look up to see Antonin standing by the front door looking very pleased with something. “There are other ways out of the castle.” He adds trying to change our course.
“I’m not doing that,” I tell Draco seriously and hold my head up straight as I march right for the front door.
Draco follows me, but I have no idea what he thinks of this plan.
“Ah, Miss. Greengrass?” Antonin smiles widely when he sees me. “I’ve heard you're going on vacation with the strapping young Malfoy.” He says, his eyes shifting behind me then back to my face. “I do hope you have fun.”
“Thank you,” I say and try to move past him before he puts his hand out to bar the door.
He leans in close so he can speak into my ear, unheard by anyone else. “I’ve also heard when this doesn’t work I’ll have two little Greengrasses playthings. Your sister is going to make such a beautiful bride.”
I step away from him and give him a hardened smile. “Thank you for the well wishes Lord Dolohov. You are very kind.” I say working hard to not let on how worried I am about the outcome of this trip. “But we really must be off.”
“Well if you two need any help, be sure to let me know, my prices are very reasonable.” He adds, and I don’t even know what that means. “Mr. Malfoy and I discussed it all last night.”
“Oh. Thank you.” I say glancing back at Draco’s dark expression. I will have to make him tell me later.
Once he seems to have made his point he lets us pass. I let out a sigh of relief.
“What exactly did he offer?” I ask thinking how dangerous it would be for him to ‘help’ us.
Draco rolls his eyes as he moves up next to me again. “The grossest thing you can think of.” He says shaking his head. “He put in no uncertain terms that we are not getting Ministry help on this unless you let him…” Draco shakes his head. “We don’t need it.”
“Why is he being this way?” I ask as I rub my face in frustration.
“Power. He seems to have concluded that having power over you is fun.”
“It isn’t beneficial to the nation.” I point out glancing back at the castle only to see Blaise rushing down the path behind us.
“Now what?” Draco asks looking around to see if anyone is within earshot.
“Sorry. I meant to catch you guys in your room.” He says looking rumpled and unapologetic.
“What do you need?” Draco asks glancing around again. We are both on edge with what we need to do now. All that we need to accomplish to retake our places in this world.
“I actually got some information out of Weasley,” Blaise says as he searches his pockets for something. “I mean he didn’t know much, but he told me, well not me exactly. It’s a long story.” He explains as he finds a pack of cigarettes and sticks one in his mouth.
“Get on with it. Did he know anything useful?” I ask wondering if we could actually get a break for once.
“Seems Potter and the brain set up a safe house for her in some cabin.” He says lighting the cigarette and taking a deep breath from it.
“We already knew she was in a cabin.” I point out, wondering why he's wasting our time.
“Yeah, but did you know that they set that cabin up outside of the Dark Lord’s control?” He asks being as smug as ever. “I don’t have an exact location, but I know it is located somewhere within the Black Forest.”
“Well, that does narrow things down from the whole world,” I say glancing to Draco.
“Yeah, and how exactly did you get Weasley to tell you all of this?” Draco asks with a deep frown.
“I’ll explain some other time mate. Just go get your princess back, so I can get my wife home?” He says looking between the two of us.
Ginny-
I'm still crumpled on the floor weeping when I feel a touch on my shoulder. I jump because I know I couldn’t have been like this all day, but when I look up, it's Riddle standing over me, not Harry.
“I fell asleep?” I ask wiping my eyes with my good hand.
“What do you expect after multiple traumas and a full night without it?” He asks sneering around at the setting for a moment.
Shifting suddenly like can only happen in dreams I am kneeling in the Chamber of Secrets, Riddle sitting on Tom’s throne.
“Much more comfortable, don’t you think?” He asks as I look up at him.
“You know I’ve never liked it here,” I tell him, but it doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it used to.
“I think you are growing to enjoy the place, just as you grow to enjoy Tom.” He says with a charming smile. “And me.”
“What’s the point of this?” I ask holding my arm against my chest because even in this dream it hurts.
“We need to make a plan, don’t you think?” He asks cocking his head like I was something strange to observe. “Or your Chosen One is going to kill us.”
I look to the black marble under me and nod slowly.
“Well, at least we can agree on that.”
“What is there left to do?” I ask looking up at him again. I have no wand, and it isn’t safe to communicate with the outside world.
“We could use my power.” He says leaning forward. “I’ve never really brought it up before because the need has never been like this.” He explains, and suddenly I'm on my feet with his chest pressed against my back.
“You’re just a part of me.” I remind him as his arms wrap around me to pull my form against his.
“I'm not just a part of you Ginevra. I'm a powerful part of you.” He explains softly. “You just need to surrender to me.”
“What?” I ask with a deep frown.
“Surrender control to me, just a little, and I can help get us out of this mess.” He tempts me smoothly, like any good snake.
I shake my head because that doesn’t feel right at all. Riddle was an infection in my mind; one should not give into an epidemic.
“This infection loves you, Ginny.” He says because he has no tact not to answer what I'm thinking. “He loves you because you are him. We survive together or not at all.”
“Why can’t I read your mind?” I ask because there is no way I’m ‘giving in’ to him.
He chuckles against my ear, and I can feel him shake his head. “We’re in your mind, not mine.” He explains as if that made any sense at all.
“How can you have a separate mind?” I ask feeling that isn't fair at all.
“In the same way, I have separate power. Would you like me to move us to my mind?” He asks his hand stroking over my injured arm, making it feel a bit better. “You could know me as fully as I know you.”
I swallow thinking that it maybe isn’t a good idea to know Riddle any better than I do now. “No thank you,” I say, and he chuckles again. “I-I don’t want any of it,” I tell him shaking my head.
“You don’t have to decide now my sweet.” He says running his nose and lips along the column of my neck.
He always invades my space like this when he wants something from me. I have a feeling it's more a manipulation tactic that him having any actual desire.
“Oh, I have desires for you.” He says as he continues to softly stroke my arm. “I want you to serve me beyond either of them. I want you to surrender to me so that I can save us both.”
I shake my head again, and he just laughs. “That is all you want,” I tell him firmly. “To have more power over me. I don’t know where that could lead, but it's no place good.”
“What I truly want from you now, is if you use my power you will have to promise me something, you must swear to it in fact.” He says, and I suddenly find myself dropped on Tom’s bed, Riddle kneeling over me like we are about to make love.
“What?” I ask even though I don’t think I want to know.
“You must swear never to take one of those horrid sleep potions again.” He says running his fingers along my skin.
“I’m not using your power,” I tell him firmly as I gasp, he can make me feel any way he wishes here, and now he wants me to feel pleasure at his touch.
“We will see.” He murmurs as he leans down over me to take my lips in a soft kiss.
“I don’t need three Dark Lords wanting to own me,” I tell him as he kisses his way down my neck. “And you are just trying to confuse me,” I gasp.
“I’m distracting you.” He answers as his lips trail between my breasts. “I’m worried you are going into shock.” He admits with a frown. “You need to be distracted from the arm.”
I swallow as I look down at him. “So you are manipulating me?” I ask, and he gives me his slick smile.
“I only manipulate you for your own good.” He promises before he turns to run his tongue around my navel.
“Couldn’t I be distracted with something a little more…” I ask he starts to move lower, spreading my thighs as he goes. “A little more…”
“Don’t worry, I will give you a lot more.” He says before playfully kissing my core with soft wispy touches.
“This isn’t what I mean,” I tell him tightly before he gets any further.
“I’m going to be gentle. We can easily make love until you wake.” He says as if that is the problem. “We’ve done it before.”
“This is just confusing. You’re inside my head, you can’t want me like this.” I tell him because I’ve had too many men take without asking.
“Ahh.” He sighs moving up to his knees, and suddenly we are both dressed once again. “This is about those men.” He says as if he doesn’t quite understand, but admits there is logic to my thoughts.
“I could take them from your mind for a little while. Would that be better?” He asks tilting his head as he looks down at me.
“No,” I say holding my arm because it is starting to ache again. “Can you just let me wake so I can take care of myself?” I ask remembering I must be lying naked on the cold kitchen floor back in reality.
“You do need sleep.” He tells me seriously.
“It would be better if I was curled up in my bed.” I remind him.
“Which would mean you are coming right back.” He points out.
“But more safely.” I counter.
“I will be the judge of that.” He says, but nods and I suddenly wake up curled over my arm on the kitchen floor.
I'm shaking even though it isn’t really that cold, and I think he is right that I may be going into shock. Swallowing hard, I go to my room to see if I can find anything to bandage my arm before going back to sleep.
Luna-
I must have been more focused on the drawing than I knew. When someone touched my shoulder, I had no idea the door had even opened. Looking back at the Dark Lord with a start, I can see his anger still boiling, but also something else, something I’m not sure about.
“My Lord?” I ask staying seated because his hand is still on my shoulder.
“You were very focused.” He tells me leaning over to pick up one of the sketches I made for the cards. “You are quite skilled at this part. It doesn’t really matter what they look like, but it will make them stronger to put so much thought and will into their creation. What do you need to get started on the actual cards?”
“The book suggests fine paper for the cards and a hardening for after they are completed,” I tell him but he nods, he has read the book of course and already knows this.
“Do you have an idea of what you would like to use for the actual art?” He asks looking back to me.
“I would like to do them in watercolors,” I tell him licking my lips a bit nervous about my next question. “There is a set I have in mind, they are somewhat rare, but would be worth it.”
“A particular set of watercolors? I did not realize there was a difference.”
“Oh, there are many different kinds in our world as well as different levels of quality like anything else. The ones I want are of top quality, they are called the Flos Venenum set.” I explain.
“Poison flower?” He asks a cold smile coming to his lips. “Why would they be called that?”
“Their pigment is made of poisonous plants. I thought it would be fitting for the deck.” I tell him without shame.
“And you swear to me you won’t try and kill yourself or something just as dumb with these poisons?” He asks looking directly into my eyes now.
“I have no such notions in my head, my Lord,” I tell him because I have no plan to kill anyone or anything with my paints.
“Than I think you are correct that they would add it your deck’s power.” He says taking a step back and making as if he was planning to leave. I can see in his colors he has something more to say, he is somewhat dramatic about things when one has time to observe.
“Oh yes, those children that still look to fight me have had my wife start writing a publication of her own.” He says pulling a small flyer from his robe and holding it out to show me. “I thought you might have some professional interest.”
I look down at the page scanning Ginny’s letter to the nation.
I’ve been asked to write down my thoughts by the people who took me on my wedding day. These are not villains. These people only fight to keep their ideals alive as we all fight to keep ours. I’ve been told the papers now call me Lady Mercy wife of the Dark Lord. I do not know if this name fits me. I do not feel mercey, or even forgiveness to those who have wronged me.
Very few know the nature of the attack on me on the Hogwarts grounds. I feel the need to talk about this more than any political issue of the day. I was assaulted by, Michael Corner, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Malcolm Jones, and Jerith Goberstop. I have learned they had the purpose of keeping the Dark Lord from using a stronger marriage rite. When those men attacked me the only man I had ever known so intimately before was the Dark Lord himself. I can not go into great details, but their attack made it possible to bring Harry Potter back from his trapped existence. But I still hate them all.
There are those who call me the Dark Lord’s whore. I am a woman in love. I love many people, my friends, and my family, and those I feel responsible for. But I am in love with only one, and he loves me back like no one else could. I do not agree completely with him. But that does not stop my love. With all that off my chest I will try to write again after I have more time to think.
~Lady Mercy
There is something very wrong with this letter. Some parts sound very much like Ginny, but some things are not her at all. I frown looking up to the Dark Lord to find him watching me.
“It's in her hand, is it not?” He asks, and I look down at the paper once more. “It seems to be. But why release the names of her attackers now?” I ask looking up at him. “This can’t be her, at least not fully.”
“She didn’t even know all the names of her attackers when I read her mind.” He says making me frown more. “Than why…”
“It's obvious that he is giving them to me. So when I catch these buffoons, I can punish them for us both.” He explains darkly. “It seems that the boy and I agree on something.”
“If he did that, he could have changed other things as well,” I say looking down at the letter. “Ginny would never have said she only loved him,” I tell the Dark Lord.
“That may be so, but there is no benefit to denying the validity of this letter. When I get my wife back, we can just as easily claim she is saying how she loves only me.” He says, and I look down at the words again. “That was a mistake on Harry’s part,” I tell him.
“He may have only had so much to work with; he obviously changed a letter that she actually wrote.” He says taking the paper back from me. “I wonder if he will let her see how he twists her words. Are you having any doubts about your hero now?”
I move to say that he isn’t my hero, but lying could mean my death. I take a deep breath and look at my hands. “What do you mean my Lord?” I ask wondering how much he actually knows.
“I’ve been thinking about how that syringe even made it into this castle. Who would have talked my consort into taking my blood? Humm?” He asks making me swallow hard.
“Are you going to kill me, my Lord?” I ask because there is no way to deny my actions.
“Did you let the rebels in as well?” He asks directly, forcing me to look up at him.
“No, my Lord.” I can honestly say because I was not part of that plan. “I was asked to smuggle a warded package.”
“You know you are too useful to kill.” He says stroking his thumb down my neck. “You will make a valuable ally to me in the end.” He says as if thinking. “I will forgive this, without punishment, if you consider my offer.”
“Do teach me dark magic?” I ask, and he nods.
“You never actually finished your education, it is a shame. I wish to replace it with something better.”
I lick my lips, unable to look away from him. “And if I decline, my Lord?” I ask wanting to know which I could live with more.
“If you decline my lessons I will take both your husband’s and your citizenship, dissolve your marriage, and take you as a full consort in front of my dark council. One can always use more heirs with the pureblood in such decline.”
I take in a staggered breath and shake my head. That is not something I can live with. “Than I will learn from you, my Lord,” I say trying to keep my voice steady.
“I thought you might say that.” He says patting my cheek before turning to go. “And Luna?”
“Yes, my Lord?” I ask bowing my head. “If you ever betray me in such a way again, I will kill the husband.”
“Not me, my Lord?” I ask, wishing to be the only one at risk.
“You’re too valuable to kill.” He reminds me leaving me shaken as he seems to have a great talent to do.
Daphne-
With the vital piece of information, Blaise got for us, Draco and I made immediate plans to leave the country. With the ability to site our benefactor as the Dark Lord himself, these things went much faster than they could for most anyone else.
By the time it was getting dark, we were, in fact, able to settle into a small inn just outside of the Black Forest. I let Draco deal with these plans as he spoke the language, and I actually had no clue about what these people were saying.
He got us separate rooms which made me feel a bit sad, but it was probably for the best as I had no idea where our relationship stood at the moment. After settling into my room and getting comfortable, I made my way the short distance to his door and knocked.
“Daphne?” He asks being cautious about who he would just let into his room.
“It’s me,” I say in return and give him a half smile as he opens the door. “We’ve spent so much of today getting here; I thought we should start making plans,” I tell him softly as he stands in the doorway.
“Yeah.” He agrees, stepping aside. His room is nearly identical to mine with a small bed and a desk. I decide to be bold and take a speak on his bed while he closes the door.
“You mentioned your father changing your duties to the search team?” I ask trying to remember our recent conversations.
“I’ve only had one orientation meeting with them. The best I can figure is that they are still waiting for any kind of lead.” He says taking a seat at the desk.
“So our best bet is still to try and track my book to her book,” I say holding the book out to him. I brought it with me just in case.
“Yeah, I have a few spells that may work,” Draco says taking the book from me and opening it so he can see our conversations for himself. I watch, as his expression grows darker. “I knew Potter for a long time before all of this. It doesn’t really seem like something he would do.” He says with a frown.
“Well, we don’t really know how he was brought back. I know the marriage ritual the Dark Lord used with our Lady was meant to expel him from the Dark Lord’s mind. But after that I have no idea what was going on, do you?” I ask with a frown.
“No idea.” He says sighing. “But I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it? What’s it to us if their savior has gone wrong?”
“So you have a few spells in mind?” I ask to keep the conversation moving. “I can think of one or two good tracking spells myself. I never really saw myself as a hunter though.” I say giving him a weak smile.
“There are plenty of dangerous things in the forest we are going to have to watch out for. Including several werewolf packs.” He says, and I nod in agreement.
“And what do we do if tracking doesn’t work?” I ask looking at the journal again, I wish Ginny would answer, it would make me feel so much better.
“We know she is in some cabin. Maybe we can look into muggle real estate. I assume they would put her someplace muggle because they would assume we would never think to check there. That is at least how Granger’s mind seems to work.”
“Do you really think they’re that predictable?” I ask as I pick at a thread on his quilt.
“For some things, yes.” He says firmly.
“Do you think there is anything else we can do tonight?” I ask not really looking at him because I am feeling oddly nervous.
We haven’t really talked about us since the kiss the other day, and now I feel awkward around him.
“I don’t think so.” He says with a sigh. “Best to just get a good night’s sleep.”
“Yeah.” I agree, standing as I force myself to look up into his eyes. “Do you remember when our worst problem was Pansy Parkinson?” I ask trying to lighten the mood. “What is she even doing with herself now?” I ask with a smile.
“Last I heard was she was dating a French Lord.” He says shaking his head. "She never had any real ambition.”
“No…” I agree, shaking my head. “She isn’t even that pretty.” I point out tilting my head. "Why did you date her?” I ask curiously.
“She was very easy.” He chuckles as he gets to his feet. “When we started dating that seemed like the most important thing in the world.”
“She wanted your money, your importance,” I tell him with a laugh.
“What did you want?” He asks still smiling.
“I never wanted to date you. It was never my actual aim.” I remind him softly.
“No, you were always very upfront about that.” He agrees with a smile. “What will you do if we get our Lady back, and you are free once again?” He asks curiously. “You’ll still have to marry.”
“So will you,” I say letting that hang in the air for a moment.
“It wouldn’t get us anything. Wouldn’t advance either of us in any way.” He says picking up on exactly what I meant.
“We’ve had that conversation, but maybe we’re wrong,” I say trying to be honest with him. “We make an excellent team,” I tell him with a smile.
“Stronger together than we are apart.” He comments, and I nod with agreement.
“I’m still a pureblood, and our children would be both beautiful and intelligent,” I say with a laugh.
“I can’t deny that. I don’t know if the world would be ready.” He says with a grin.
“Well then, all the more reason to test those waters. You know how much I like a challenge.” I say as he moves to me so he can stroke my face. “We would have no way into the Dark Lord’s inner circle.” He points out.
“I still believe he wants a powerful wife. We would be in her inner circle.” I point out because none of this works if we can’t get Ginny back.
“Meaning we would never be quite on top.” He points out as his face starts to get very close to mine. “Never strike fear into the hearts of the masses.”
“But with our Lady, we could inspire devotion, which is a whole lot more powerful,” I say before closing the last distance between us. I kiss him, moving my hands against his chest and pulling him closer. All the fear and uncertainty of the previous few weeks turning into passion between us.
It doesn’t matter that the bed is small as we fall back onto it, we don’t need much space as we wrap ourselves around each other.
“Oh, Draco…” I purr with all our clothes still on. Maybe there are some things a bit more important than rest.
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