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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- Hey everyone! So... *looks around at the reaction to this story.* I am not sure if I am not really getting a reaction to this story on this site because everyone has read it on my site, or on FF.net where it is also posted... or if no one here likes it. I guess we will find out next week maybe. As of this chapter all my sites are completely up to date with this story! Which means next week I will be posting a brand new chapter in all places! *throws confetti* As always I would like to thank my amazing beta Eclectic Pet for helping me make my stories better!

Ginny-
“You know you could hide with me.” Syler says and it only half sounds like he’s kidding.
“You could come fight with me.” I quip back so he knows there’s no way that’s ever happening.
“Oh? Done much fighting lately, have you?” He asks and I can hear the smugness in his voice.
I frown deeply at him sighing because I know he has a point. “No. But I’m wearing them down.” I say standing a little taller.
“You know I was thinking about that. I could help.” He tells me and I can’t help but be a little excited by the idea. “You know, teach you how to Apparate, maybe help with some dueling techniques you might find useful?”
“You would do that?” I ask excitedly. No one has made such an offer, and I feel I know him well enough that he wouldn’t be easy on me. He’s one of the few that sees me for the woman I am.
“Not for free…” He says letting the idea linger so I have to ask him the price.
After considering what I would be willing to pay for a brand new life, I ask. “What would it cost?”
“Well considering we’re really talking about an apprenticeship here.” He starts and I can hear the thoughtfulness in his voice as he’s obviously trying to make it seem he hadn’t thought about what he could get before this. “I would say that’s worth quite a bit. Do you have anything you could offer?” he asks curiously.
“Not… really. I mean besides myself…” I start and then blush, as I know how that sounds. “I mean I could help around here.” I add quickly so he knows I’m not offering to have sex with him.
He chuckles and there’s a pause before he answers. “What exactly are you offering to do around here?” he asked with a hint of suggestiveness in his tone.
“Well my skill sets right now are limited to repetitive tasks, like assembling things, and spying with my ears. Do you need either of those?” I ask, only half joking.
“Once you learn to Apparate you could go into town for me and pick up things.” he offered. “Like a messenger. Other than that you can keep me company and help when you can in my work.”
“I…” I start, unsure how to explain why I can’t go into town. I’m just too recognizable; it would be much too dangerous for me to, just go walking into a wizard-inhabited area. “I can’t go into a wizarding village.”
“Why?” He asks and I can hear the frown in his voice.
“There’s a chance I may be recognized. You already know I’m with the resistance.” I point out.
“There are thousands of wizards with the resistance, no one is going to recognize one girl.” He protests.
I frown and decide to tell him the truth. “Someone may recognize me.” I start with a sigh. “My name is Ginny Weasley and…” I’m about to explain what that means when he interrupts me.
“From the most wanted wizards list, Ginny Weasley?” He asks as if he doesn’t believe I could be one of the most wanted wizards in the country.
“That exact one.” I say feeling the heat come to my cheeks as I look to the floor. “Should I leave?” I ask after a moment.
“No.” He says without hesitation. “I knew you were a rebel, I just didn’t know I had Harry Po… Harry Potter cheated on you?” He asked as he connected something in his mind.
“Shut up.” I snap as the heat from my cheeks spreads to my neck and chest.
“Sorry.” He says but he doesn't sound sorry at all. “For the leader of the resistance, it seems he’s a complete fool.” He adds with something like a laugh to his voice.
“What?” I ask because his statement confuses me.
“What kind of guy doesn’t take advantage of being with a wood nymph like you?” He asked and he’s closer than I remember, I feel the heat from his form only a few feet away. “These other birds, they would have to be reeeally fit to make a guy look away from you.”
I shake my head and roll my eyes at him. “Stop teasing.” I command him and take a breath. “Do you think doing things around here, and keeping you company will be payment enough?”
“Yeah I think that will be enough. So you have to come at least every other day for training and payment.” He tells me with a firm voice.
“I’ll do as much as I can.” I tell him and smile excited again for the training he’s promised.
“So let’s start with Apparition.”
Draco-
It has been three days since I made the offer to Ginny. Three days since she trusted me enough to tell me who she really was, and I’m still smiling. She’d come over every day since, and we’ve either worked on her Apparition skills or she has kept me company while I work on rebuilding the stairs. I told her not to come today, that I had errands to do and I wouldn’t be at home. She said she would be spending the day with Derrick, which makes me uneasy, but it can’t be helped.
“Why are we meeting here?” Blaise asks as he walks up to me. I’m standing outside of a much lesser known Gringotts holding. It’s actually located in the muggle half of London so that only wizards who know of it can find their way here.
“I need an elf for the cottage.” I tell him as I lead the way down through the small disgusting alleyway.
“What did you need me for?” He asks with a clear sneer on his face, no one really enjoys dealing with goblins.
“Do you remember Derrick Elrose?” I ask him before knocking on the black door that only wizards and other magical beings are able to see.
“The Quidditch player from our house?” He asks in a tone that says he is clearing cobwebs away from any information he has about the man.
“Yes. Do you know what he did after Hogwarts?” I ask while we wait for someone to answer the door. The goblins love to make wizards wait whenever they can; these are even meaner than the ones who work at the bank.
“If I remember right, he was recruited right after he graduated, but I haven’t heard a lot about him since. Do you want me to look into his file as well?”
I sigh, I had the same thought about him, but I’d been hoping I was wrong. “Yes, it seems he’s the one Ginny was telling us about the other day.”
“He’s in a rebel camp?” Blaise asks with surprise but before I can answer, the door opens and a foul smell nearly explodes from the hall behind it.
“What do you want?” The goblin asks as he eyes us with a sneer.
“I’m looking for an elf.” I tell it simply.
“What kind?” The creature asks and steps out of our way. It seems to be smiling now, but I can hardly tell when it comes to goblins.
“What kind do you have?” Blaise asks out of pure curiosity on his part.
“Wood elves, tree elves, a mating pair of fire elves, and of course house elves.” The way the goblin answers the question actually makes me think of Granger; and how much she would hate this place. The thought makes me smile, and tempts me to buy more than what I came for.
“I need a house elf. I want one previously un-owned and young. I don’t wish to have to break it of bad habits other masters have caused in it.” I tell him being direct and to the point.
“Oh I’ve a couple of ten year olds that we bought yesterday.” The goblin says and rubs its hands together. “Twin boy and girl. They have no training as of yet.”
“Ten years and no training?” Blaise asks with suspicion before I can.
The goblin eyes him as if he’s a flea on his coat and shakes his head. “They were being hidden from their master, and were sold the moment they were found out.”
Both Blaise and I look at the goblin as if we don’t believe him. I know enough about house elves to know they wouldn’t breed without permission.
“They were triplets.” The goblin adds as if he can read our minds. We nod and he leads us down to a hallway with a thick solid door. The wood of the doors are carved with runes for entrapment. With some of the creatures they sell at this place, it makes sense that they wish to be as secure as possible. They aren’t marked in any other way, so I have to wonder how they could remember what was in each room.
The goblin stops in front of one of the many doors and motions for us to stand back as he opens it. “There they are, just have to pick whether you prefer a boy or a girl elf.”
I eye the two simple looking creatures and they look up at me with their big eyes and mouse like noses. Their ears flop forward in the front like a pug, and I have to admit they are sort of cute. This will be the first time I’m really buying something important for my new home, and I feel the weight of this choice press down on me.
“How much for both of them?” I find myself asking before I know I’d made that decision.
Blaise snorts to tell me I’m a sucker, but doesn’t say anything that would mess with my negotiation.
“500 galleons each.” The goblin says, eyeing me like I’m some kind of sucker.
I look at him in a very un-amused way. “600 for the both of them.” I counter and looked over at the elves again. “They are way underfed, and I’m sure I’ll have to beat some insolence out of them if they’ve had no master for ten years.”
The goblin frowns as he considers my offer and his counter offer. “800”
I sneer at him as if he just insulted me and I’m thinking about just leaving. “650.” I tell him after a brief pause.
“750”
I shake my head. “650.” I repeat and wait for his reaction.
“700?” He asks and he sounds unsure. All I have to do is raise an eyebrow at him. “And we’ll throw in an ice pixie for free.”
I frown as I consider the offer; pixies can be useful when properly trained. “Deal. You may take it from my personal vault.” I inform the annoying little creature.
“Your vault Sir?” It asks and folds its hands in front of it.
“Vault number 87, Draco Malfoy.” I tell it and a smile definitely spreads across its face this time.
“Thank you Sir, where would you like the items delivered?” It asks smoothly.
I frown at that, what if they get delivered while Ginny is around? I don’t trust a goblin further than it can throw it.
“Malfoy Cottage.” I tell him and look at it very seriously. “If they are delivered by the end of the day, you may take an extra 50 for yourself.” I tell it because I know nothing motivates a goblin like gold.
“It will be done Sir.” It says and bows it’s head before it leads us out. I’m looking forward to breathing fresh air again.
Once we’re free of the den of creatures I turn back to Blaise. He kept himself quiet while I was dealing with business, but now that we were free, I knew the silence wouldn’t last.
“Why get both?”
“The idea of a matched set appealed to me.” I tell him as if the extra expense was nothing. “Until my father dies and this war is over, the Manor will not truly be mine. The cottage is mine.” I try to explain my feelings about independence.
“Yeah, I get that. It won’t hurt either that they’ll be more loyal to you, for keeping them together.” Blaise adds with a smirk, he knows me too well.
When I was young I didn’t understand what the loyalty of a House Elf could mean, but after witnessing the effect Potter’s kindness had on Dobby and Kreacher I know better now.
“That did also cross my mind, yes.” I admit as we head back to the main street. “Let’s eat lunch on the muggle side of London.” I suggest which inspired a disgusted expression from him.
“Why?”
“No wizards to overhear plans.” I tell him simply looking around for a place to grab a bite.
“Food is food I guess.” He says with a reluctant sigh. “So you want to know if Elrose is a traitor or a spy?” He asks to get back to our conversation from earlier.
“Exactly, I want to know what kind of competition I have. Also see if he has any connection to a witch named…” I try to remember what Ginny told me. “...Samantha? Something like that.”
“You got it boss.”
Ginny-
“How did you get me out of trash duty?” Derrick asks as he steps into my tent.
“I pulled some strings. I’m not busy today so I thought we could enjoy a walk.” I tell him with an easy smile.
“A walk sounds nice.” I can hear the smirk and the hint of mischievousness in his voice when he says the words.
“When I say walk, I mean walk.” I tell him as I tie my shoe.
“I don’t know what you mean.” He says trying to sound innocent. “I’m just talking about a walk too.”
“Sure you are.” I say and get up to head towards him. “Come on you perv.”
When I feel his warmth, I reach out and take his hand to lead him to one of the forest paths. We walk for a little while in silence before I decide to learn more about him.
“Where is your family now?” I ask innocently.
“They’ve disowned me, and are still living comfortably under the Dark Lord’s control.” He says in a sad tone, but there’s something off about his voice, that I can’t really place. “Why are you really single?” He asks before I have time to think about it much.
“Well we met the day I broke up with Harry, so I haven’t been single for long.” I remind him.
“Oh, by the way I hear it; you’ve been single for over a year. You guys were just calling it dating.” He says almost cruelly. “Word around the camp is he couldn’t… perform.”
I sigh. “He pitied me.” I say and bite my lip in anger and sadness at the loss of my relationship with Harry. Honestly, he’s right; it ended the moment I was cursed.
“Seriously you’re one of the hottest witches I’ve met. I can’t see being put off by the fact you can’t see me.” He says and moves a hand to the small of my back. “It’s sort of better in a way; I wouldn’t even have to blindfold you.” He tells me in a breathy voice and I step back away from him.
“Cute, but seriously.” I start wanting to lead him away from things I’m not yet comfortable with. Why would he think we were already to that sort of place in our relationship? “Have you ever had a girlfriend before?” I ask him another question to get him thinking about the past.
“Back in Hogwarts, but nothing ever serious. It was really just a way to pass the time.” Derrick says and I can feel him shift to keep up walking down the path.
“I had a few boyfriends before Harry.” I tell him, though I’m sure he doesn’t care for some reason. I start to really feel uneasy with the idea of being so alone with him suddenly, but I can’t think of where the feeling is coming from, so I ignore it.
“Any of them good kissers?” Derrick teases me.
“None of them were bad kissers.” I tell him with a shrug.
“Even that nerdy one, Neville? He always seems like he would trip all over a woman’s lips.”
I slow my steps at his words frowning. “I never dated Neville…” I start unsure why his words are making me all the more uncomfortable.
“Oh, I just remember you with him at the Yule Ball, you seemed close.” He tells me and I frown all the more.
“But I didn’t think you knew who I was until we met at the camp.” I tell him and stop walking all together. I suddenly realize I was letting him lead, and I don’t really know where we are any more.
“Ginny…” He starts and I can hear the forced confusion in his tone now. “I didn’t know you name, but I do remember seeing you at school. You’re attractive, and have bright red hair, you stand out.” He explains himself. “Why are you being so weird?”
I lick my lips as I analyze his words, they make since enough that they explain his statement, but it doesn’t make me feel any more at ease. “You’re right.” I start as I try to calm myself down a bit. “I think I’m just snappish because I haven’t eaten lunch yet.” I excuse my words as foolish so he doesn’t know how anxious I really am. “Let’s head back so I can get something to eat.”
“Lead the way.” He says and I can hear the triumphant smirk in his voice.
“I’m a little disoriented at the moment.” I start and suddenly there’s a hand on my neck and a tree at my back. He knocks the wind out of me but I hold onto my wand and throw a Bat-Bogey Hex in his direction.
When his grip loosens, I take off in a shot. What is going on? Why did he attack me? I shake off the questions and focus on the forest ground. I keep a hand out in front of me and to the side so I can feel what is around me.
“You little bitch!” I hear Derrick growl behind me. I can hear him moving in my direction, his steps much louder than my own. My heart is hammering in my ears as I just keep running, what else can I do? I have no idea where I am, we can’t be that far from the camp, maybe a scout will hear me if I yell.
I feel the hex hit me like a cold wave and suddenly my tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth, and my lips are stuck together. He must have been worried about me screaming as well. I decide to take a sharp left in order to see if the new direction can take me towards camp, towards safety.
Soon I collide with a familiar strong body and I’m knocked to the ground a second time by him.
“Pinpoint Apparition can be a very useful tool.” He says and there’s a meanness in his voice, I’ve never heard before.
I scream as best I can and he just chuckles. “I’m getting tired of this little game Ginny.” He tells while I’m trying to move back from him as fast as I can. “Accio Wand.” He calls my wand out of my hand. A moment after my wand is gone there’s a heavy body straddling my thighs.
“Sweet little Ginny, you really shouldn’t try screaming with that hex on you. You could hurt yourself.” He tells me in a cruel voice as his hands gently brushes hair back from my face.
I pull my face away from him and his hand is on my neck again, it’s large enough to wrap two thirds of the way around. His hand squeezes tight enough to make it hard to breath. “We’ll have none of that bitch.” He tells me in a voice that I know it’s a warning. Something hard, I assume his other hand, strikes me so firmly across the face that I think I see stars for a moment. It’s an odd and painful moment.
“No one said I couldn’t enjoy you a little before I turned you in.” He says which makes me started to claw at him. I may not be able to be a witch in this moment, but that does not mean I’ll lie down and give in.
He slams my head down against the ground, but I don’t stop clawing. He pressed my neck against the ground trying to cut off my airway completely, but I keep grabbing at him widely.
In my wild movements, my finger catches his eye and I push which makes him scream. I move myself back and pull one of my legs free so I can kick his crotch, and the weapon he’d been planning on using against me.
I hear him scream again, this time he rolls off me to protect himself. I keep kicking at him until I’m completely free. I turn over to push myself back up onto my feet and feel a hard wooden shaft on the ground under my pinkie. I grab it and smile, I am not sure if it’s my wand or his, but at the moment I don’t care.
When I stand up all I can do is think of safety and try out the new skill Syler had been teaching me. As I Disapparate, I can hear his feral scream of anger. He didn’t know I could do that, and he wasn’t happy.
Draco-
I’m pacing in the front hall when the blasted goblin finally arrives with my purchase. I take a deep breath when he knocks on the door and open it slowly so I can give him my best arrogant bastard frown.
“What took you so long?” I ask it and the creature looks as if it wants to kick me.
“Sign for the elves and pixie.” It says and holds up a scroll.
I look the scroll over before signing it, signing something a goblin gives you without looking it over is just plain stupid. “Anything else?” I ask as I look over to the two crates.
“That’s it Sir.” It says the last word with disdain before heading off towards the property line.
One crate is larger, and must have both elves. The second crate is the size of a shoebox, and would have to be my free pixie. I decide to put the pixie aside for the moment and focus on my new elves.
I open the larger box and smile at the two young house elves huddled in the opposite corner. “Are you ready to be helpful?” I ask them in as kind of a voice as I can find. “Tell me your names?” I ask, trying to make them less afraid of me.
“I is Teeny, this my sister Tiny.” The male stepped forward shyly to speak. “Yous going to be our Master?”
“Yes. I’m Draco Malfoy, and I’ll be your Master.” I tell him with a kind smile. “Now come out, and we will go to the kitchen. We need to bind you to your new home.”
“Wes going to have a home, wes going to be allowed to work?” Tiny suddenly stepped forward excited by this idea. “Wes going to be real elfs now?”
I smile at her and nod. “Yes, you’re going to have proper work.” I tell her and stand. Hermione never really understood what makes most elves happy. She was always trying to force them into freedom, but that was like trying to force someone to stop breathing for their own good. Most elves live to work.
They find their happiness is serving their Masters. She was always too stuck in muggle morals to understand the truth. Elves need to be owned in order to live and be happy.
I lead them into the kitchen watching as the look around the room I just built. “Are you two ready?” I ask and the both nod, standing a bit straighter with pride.
I chant the ancient rites that bind an elf to their home and Master. Swirls of magic flow around the room, moving through the elves and through myself. When it’s done, and I feel the connection lock into place I let myself fall against the countertop.
The two elves are pass out on the floor, I know from my reading they’ll be that way for at least an hour. To show extra kindness I plan to place them in the soft living space I made for them in one of the cupboards, but before I catch my breath, I hear someone clapping from the doorway.
“I’ve never actually seen it done before.” Blaise says, though he’s not smirking like I expect him to be.
“What are you doing back here?” I ask and take in one final breath before I go to pick up the elves.
“I found a few things on your guy, and I didn’t think they could wait.” He says as he watches me. “I couldn’t grab the file; I didn’t want to be spotted snooping around him.”
“Well what did it say?” I ask getting annoyed that he doesn’t just spit it out.
“He’s on our team, just like we thought.” Blaise starts as I stand to look at him. “His original mission was to infiltrate a camp and try to find out who their secret keeper was. He was also given a list of witches, if he found one he was to work to seduce them, and if possible without blowing his cover bring them in.”
I frown, he’s about to tell me Ginny is on the list, but I could easily guess that with what my father told me about the plans the Dark Lord has for her.
“But it gets worse than you think.” Blaise says and actually frowns. “First, Ginny is the top of the list, with special orders that he’s to choose getting her above keeping his cover.”
I growl low in my throat, she was going to be alone with him today, is she already in captivity and out of my reach? “First? What is second?” I ask dangerously.
“You told me to look up Samantha?” Blaise actually looks angry as he thinks about whatever he plans to tell me next. I know my friend well enough to know the only thing that actually gets under his skin. “Her name was actually Santhena.” He continues. “After him and his friends were done with her…” Blaise can’t go on, but he trusts me to understand.
“You need to go back and keep your ears open.” I tell him in my command tone to try and help calm him down. “I want to know about it the moment he brings her in.”
“Wait, you think it will go down today?” He asks wide-eyed.
“I don’t know, but she was spending the day with him because I was busy. If she leaves the camp with him…” We both shake our heads.
Blaise and I can both agree most of the time that we’re cutthroat arrogant pricks. We’ll do anything to get what we want in this world, but there are some lines, we’ll only cross if forced. I blame the fact we both had mothers who had a great deal to do with our upbringing. My father blames my mother as well. He calls it the weakness in me, and at the moment I agree with him.
All I want to do right now is go hunting through the woods and kill a man who’s actually on my side of this conflict. If he actually did anything to Ginny before I got to him, he would die slowly.
Before either of us can pull ourselves from dark thoughts, there’s a muffled pain filled scream from my front porch. We look at each other for a second before running to the front door.
Ginny is curled into a ball with her legs tucked under her. From here, I can see the large red opening in her arm. A shot of white tells me it is to the bone. She Splinched, but it could have been much worse. Blaise steps forward, as he’s the better healer of the two of us.
He tried to take her arm so he can heal it properly, but she flinches and pulls away. “Ginny. It’s Travis, I need a better aim at your arm, are you hurt anywhere else?” He asks and she lets him take the arm. I can’t really see anything besides the arm, because clothes and a large curtain of hair that’s hanging all around her cover her skin.
As he starts to murmur healing spells to weave new skin for her, I move to the other side to push back her hair to get a better look at her. When she looks up in my direction, her eyes are full of tears and I can see a dark bruise on her neck and cheek.
My stomach tightens in anger, and the need to kill Elrose slowly returns. Oddly, I think that the tears upset me more than the bruises. I’ve gotten to know this spitfire of a redhead over the time we’ve spent together. No one should make her afraid like he’s made her afraid. No one should kill the fire I’ve seen within her.
No one...
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