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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-

It is the night of the ball and I have been dressed and polished by designers that would have cost my parents years worth of income to afford. They have all left me alone now to wait for my Prince to come and take me to the ball. They talked as they around me and about me as they poked and prodded and scraped. They want to think of me as some kind of Cinderella character from a muggle fairy tail. I laughed in their faces.

The dress he choose is of course green. It is strapless, and hugs most of my body. The only reason I can even walk or sit in the thing is because if the two slits up the sides of the dress. The entire dress is covered in twinkling green gems that make it sparkle when any light hits it. They braided my hair and put it up in a complicated bun at the back of my neck, with a few tiny braid hanging down to frame my face.

Now I am sitting in the bathtub getting the dress all wet and wrinkled. I locked the door, for what good it would do be against a wizard. I needed some kind of true rebellion before that was taken away from me again.

My dread over the collar has been growing over the last month. What will he make me do? What will me make me feel? I plan to fight him tooth and nail when he comes to put it on me. I will show him what I think of his compromise.

He has mostly left me alone since that night. He wanted my fear and dread to build before I had to see him again. Daphne says it is simply because he has been busy with matters of state. Which could be true, but I know Tom, and he enjoys my fear.

I look over at the door as I hear the handle move. I know it is him and my heart starts to pound in my chest and I try to think of what I can fight back with. He has made me weak and defenceless and I hate him for it.

I hear him sigh and pause. “Are we really doing this tonight my lioness?” he asks in a bored tone. I hear him cast the spell to unlock the door and opens it before he speaks again. “Do you really want me to punish you before we even get to the party?” He asks as he looks me over.

“I don’t want to go to your stupid party.” I say and look away from him towards the wall. I feel like such a child, but I just don’t know how else to act out.

“Lucky for me it is not up to you.” he says and moves to me so he can pull me out of the bath. “What have you done to your dress?” he snaps in an annoyed voice. “I swear if it can’t be fixed you will be going nude.” he added as he pulled me roughly from the bathroom.

I struggle against him and try to kick at his legs and claw at his arm. I refuse to make it easy for him to put the collar back on me. He laughs at my fight until I get enough force to trip him. He doesn’t let go of my arm and I am pulled down on top of him.

“That is enough little girl!” he growls before pulling out his want to stun me.

When I come to I am sitting in a chair and someone is muttering behind me. ‘Well at least we could fix everything the brat did to the dress.” said the familiar voice from one of the designers. “Can you imagine what he would have done to us?” she adds and I can hear the shudder in her voice. “At least the hair wasn’t messed up in the fight. Your sticking charm is really top notch.” the voice complimented whenever she was talking to.

“Are you done yet?” Came Tom’s voice full of annoyance.

“Yes my Lord.” two voices came and I could hear them leaving the room.

“I know you are awake lioness.” he says and laughs. “Do you feel better now that you have shown me you still have teeth?”

I open my eyes and look up at him. The movement of my neck tells me he put the collar on after I was stunned. “No.” I say looking down. “You still put it on me.”

“Of course I did. I already told you how important tonight is going to be.” he says as he looks me over. “You look lovely as always.”

I make a face at him and he pulls me from my seat. ‘Now, we are running behind schedule because of you.” he says keeping his eyes locked on mine. “You will walk with me up to the Great Hall with your head cast down in submission.” he orders and I can hear the echo in his voice.

I feel myself offer my arm to him and cast my eyes down as he directs me across the chamber.

“Please don’t do this Tom.” I we walk up newly constructed stairs and enter a lobby area that used to me the girl’s bathroom. He stops dead and I realize my mistake just before i feel the burning pain in my spine.

“Do not call me that again.” he says with using the power of the collar to make sure I would not have the slip up in front of any of his guests.

The pain turns into a slight ache as he leads me to the Great Hall. Once we enter it seems that he feels I have punished enough because the pain leaves me all together. Also the moment I step through the door i can feel control coming back to my limbs. I look up and around at the Hall.

Up on the landing where the teacher’s table usually sits is a black throne carved intricately with designs of snakes. There are two large U shaped tables that line the area where the house tables would usually sit. They are separated by a wide space in front of the throne and another in front of the door. The center of the room had a dance floor down. All the decorations in the room are mostly black, with bits of green added in here and there.

I look everywhere but at the black throne that I realize we are moving towards. I don't notice the red and gold until we are so close I can’t look anywhere else. On the ground next to the throne is a large pillow of deep blood red. It is large enough that I could use it as a bed if I wanted to if I was willing to curl my legs up only slightly. Next I notice the gold chain that is attached to the throne. It ends in a cuff the size of my ankle and the sight makes me stop dead.

He chuckled next to my ear. “I thought it was a rather perfect place for a pet lioness.” he says softly. “Take your seat so we can let our guests in.” He orders but does not use the power of the collar yet.

“You’re trying to humiliate me.” I say without moving, my eyes locked on the pillow. “I’m not a pet.”

“Oh but that is exactly what you are Ginevra. You are just not a domesticated one.. yet.” he says and stands back to his full height. “Go take your seat before I make you.” he orders.

Instead of moving towards the pillow I take a step back and then another. I turn and run for the main door to the entrance hall. I can’t do this, I can’t be this! I have to get away!

“Ginevra stop.” he commands and I can hear the echo that makes my body obey. “Take your seat.” he orders and I feel myself moving back towards his throne. He sighs as I kneel down on the pillow and he attaches the cuff to my ankle so there is no seam or latch to free me.

“I do not wish to have absolute control over you for the entire evening.” He says as she stand and takes his seat. “You will not enjoy it if I am forced to punish you in front of all my guests.”

I sit on the pillow and pull my knees to my chest so I can hide my face as people start to file into the room.

Luna-

Over the last month I have been able to avoid Malfoy’s dinner invitations with the help of Zabini. But even my new master of the social arts agreed that I would have to go to this ball with him if he asked.

The few visits I got from Ron were in better spirits than they had been when he realized I was no longer seeing the Death Eater. I had to tell him, that he could only come with expressly invited, but I didn’t tell him Zabini had a key to my apartment. I didn’t think he would take that for what it was.

So here I was standing out in the entrance hall of Hogwarts next to the blond haired Slytherin king that had more than once had his goons push me in the mud. I wonder sometimes if he remembers that.

Of course he looks absolutely stunning in his dress robes. Looks were never my problem with Draco Malfoy. I wonder how I look next to him, wearing the same dress he had given me to go to the theater in. Zambini wanted to buy a new dress for the ball, but I put my foot down. It was just wasting money, I had only worn this one once.

“I think I should tell you something before we go in.” Draco said suddenly at my arm and I look up to meet his gaze.

“What?”

“Ginny will be here tonight.” He said with a serious tone. “You won’t be permitted to talk to her. You’re Press, and an old friend, but I thought you should know.”

“How?” I ask with a frown.

“Hum?” Malfoy makes a noise to tell me he didn’t understand the question.

“She wouldn’t be coming to something like this if he wasn’t sure she would... behave.” I point out, and from the undertones of a few letters Daphne had carried back and forth I know she wasn’t about to do that if she could help it.

“Spells of course. Not sure what he cooked up exactly. He is actually quite the brilliant wizard.” Malfoy points out. “But we shouldn't let it ruin our night, which is why I warned you.”

“So you would prefer if I just act like I don’t see her at all?” I ask as I look up at him.

He puts his hand around my waist before he speaks. “Yes, because it would fall to me to deal with you if you make a scene.” He says in a dark tone.

Before I can really mull that idea over in my head the doors opens to the Great Hall open and everyone is led into the room. I look around at the tables and decorations with mild interest before I see him for the first time.

I had seen pictures before this of course, some printed in my own magazine. But nothing could prepare me to look up and see someone else wearing Harry Potter’s face. It was Harry completely, but at the same time, it was absolutely not Harry.

A shiver goes down my spine and Malfoy feels it with his arm around me. he leans over to speak in my ear as he moved us closer and closer to the Dark Lord. “Everyone reacts that way at first, you’ll get used to it.” he said softly, and before I know it we are standing right in front of the man I have been staring at.

With pressure on my spine Malfoy reminds me to bow before the Dark Lord and I let myself look to the floor.

“My Lord, it is good to see you well. May I present my date, Miss Lovegood.” I hear Malfoy’s voice beside me but I still have a very numb feeling.

“Oh yes the writer...” Says the man with not quite Harry’s voice. “My pet Lioness seems to be having a reaction to her.

At his words I glance up and find Ginny looking at me with a mix of emotions. I hadn’t told her Draco was pursuing me. We hadn’t written about how are lives were now, it was much too dangerous for us both.

“Yes, back in school I think they used to be friends.” Malfoy said lightly as if that had not been just a couple months ago. Merlin, had it only been a couple of months?

“Luna?” Ginny asked as he face settled on worry to match her tone.

“Did I say you could speak?” The Dark Lord asked coldly.

I watched as Ginny’s eyes widened in pain, and her hands trembled with it. She was fighting to not show a reaction to it My heart pounded in my chest as I wanted to spring forward and hug my friend once again

“Gryffindors are so very stubborn, and when you are a Gryffindor Princess it is all the more so.” the Dark Lord said casually as he tortured her somehow. “The pain will end the moment you show your submission my lioness.”

“Sod off.” Ginny choked out and I wondered if she was trying to be brave for me. I frown and try to tell her with my eyes that I would understand, that I wouldn’t think her weak for giving in.

The Dark Lord narrows his eyes at her words then looks to Draco and I. A smile that makes me very uncomfortable slides onto his face as his red eyes take me in.

“It seems my lioness feels she must show off for Miss Lovegood.” he said and pets a hand down Ginny’s neck.

“Should we take our seats my Lord?” Malfoy asks with concern in his voice.

“No I want Miss Lovegood to see this, my pet need to learn the price of her actions.” He says and leans back in his throne comfortably.

As I watch Ginny’s face the signs of pain disappear and I see horror in her eyes for a moment before her cheeks flush and her breathing suddenly quickens. I look at her confused as to what he is doing to her. Her hands clutch the fabric in front of her and she closes her eyes as if she is trying to concentrate.

“Not here.” Ginny gasps as her body starts to trimble. What is going on? “Please not here. Not in front...” She let out a soft whimper and my eyes widen as I suddenly realize why she is so very flush.

“Submit to me in front of your friend or I will leave you this way the rest of the night.” The Dark Lord said coldly.

She held out for a few moments longer before she lowered her head in embarrassment and shame. “I am sorry my Lord.” She choked out.

“You can take Miss Lovegood to her seat now Draco. Do have a good evening.” He finally said before waving us off.

Daphne-

I decided to go to the ball alone. I briefly considered seeing if Blaise wished to come, but I felt we had had enough outings that were relationship like. I liked the way he made me scream, it did not mean I wished to be doing anything more formal with him. He was much too willful to be considered for actually becoming my mate in any real form.

I moved into the Great Hall with the other seventh years. I pout a little again because I have to wear school robes when I see all the adults around me dressed to the nines.

I glance around the hall to see what people are wearing and how the room in decorated. When my eyes hand on the Dark Lord, with Ginny next to him like some kind of slave girl I can’t help but roll my eyes.

Obviously he felt the feel to show he was in control of the girl. The entire setup was meant to show how she was submissive to him. It was overdone to the point of being tacky, but his Death Eaters seemed to be eating it up.

I took my seat with the other Slytherin girls and looked around to see where Draco and his little play thing were sitting. When I see he how very close to the Dark Lord’s throne he is it makes me smile. Yes, it was smart of me to ally with him in this new world of ours.

“Who is that he is with?” I hear Pansy next to me almost growl. I laugh and glance over to her. If she hadn't learned her lesson with Draco by now, there really was no hope for her.

“I am pretty sure that is Miss Lovegood.” I reply just to poke the bear. “Blaise mentioned they were seeing each other time.”

She growled again and looked back at me. “Lovegood? The freak that looks like she is always about to run into something?” She looked back to the blond beauty.

“The very same. I must say, running her own magazine seems to agree with her.” I poke again.

“Since the Quibbler is almost required reading these days, I am sure she is making gallons hand over fist.” another of our little group points out.

“Then what would she need Draco for?” Pansy snapped.

“Well you know all Purebloods to have to marry...” I let the statement hang in the air, pointing out another thing the girl had, it actually made her seem quite perfect for Draco.

I smile and bit back as Pansy glares daggers at Luna. There would be fireworks later, and I hope I am around to enjoy them.

Before dinner is actually served many of the Death Eaters directly involved in education make speeches. They are dull, and I briefly wonder how the Dark Lord can sit comfortably with so many noses up his ass. The day dream makes me look at him and my eyes wander. Well he does have a very nice ass if I am honest. If I liked the sort of games he played I would be jealous of Ginny.

I am so deep in my fantasy it takes me a moment before I realize the Dark Lord’s eyes are on me. I feel myself truly flush for the first time in a long time and look away. It was well known the Dark Lord could read minds if he chose, had he been reading mine?

I make sure not to look at him again all through dinner. I sit and listen to the other girls prattle on about their summer plans. I wasn’t quite sure of my own yet, with my duties to Ginny, I may even be staying at the school.

As most of the room is done with their plates music starts up. It doesn’t seem to have a source, but it is obviously meant to please the Dark Lord’s generation, and not those graduating. I didn’t have anyone to dance with anyway.

“Miss. Greengrass?” I look up and see one of the Lord’s many assistance standing in front of my table. “The Dark Lord requires a word when you are done with your meal.” he says and bows his head before heading off.

The girls around me whisper to one another, mostly wondering what it could be about. I get to my feet, even if I had not finished my meal it was never expected to actually make the Dark Lord wait.

I approach the Dark Lord and lower myself to my knees in front of him. “You called for me my Lord?”

“Yes, I wished to speak to you about two things actually.” he says in a casual tone. “First, I find my seat quite comfortable, and I am amused at your concern.” he continues smirking as he makes me actually blush once again. “Secondly I wish you to sit with my lioness for a little while, maybe you can improve her mood?” he asks and gestures to Ginny.

“I will do my best as always my Lord.” I say and look up to Ginny.

She is sitting on a red pillow that reminds me of something a dog would sleep on. Her eyes are cast down, but after a moment she looks up at me.

Ginny-

Daphne comes and kneels in front of the thrown and I keep my head down so I can listen to why she is here. “You called for me my Lord?” She says, which makes me frown more.

“Yes, I wished to speak to you about two things actually.” Tom says and I can hear amusement in his voice. “First, I find my seat quite comfortable, and I am amused at your concern.” I narrow my eyes at his words, they seemed to make no sense whatsoever. “Secondly I wish you to sit with my lioness for a little while, maybe you can improve her mood?” he asks and gestures down to me.

“I will do my best as always my Lord.” She replies softly.

I can feel her eyes on me, and after a moment to relax my face I look up to meet her gaze. Tom stands and moves off to speak to his followers. Maybe that is the real reason she is here, he doesn’t want me left alone.

She moves from her kneeling position and moves to sit on the edge of the platform near me.

“You look lovely tonight Ginny.” She said carefully and somewhat awkwardly.

“He put a lot of time and work to make his pet look her best.” I reply coldly. I would rather look a beaten and bruised in front of this gathering. At least they would know of my fight.

“Yes..” Daphne purses her lips as she tries to decide what else to say. “Is there something you would like to talk about?” She asks looking up at me.

I shake my head. “I feel...” my voice catches as I push away my feelings at the moment. I knew all that would happen is the feelings would summon the tears. “trapped.” I settle on and look around the room. “What do you think they are are thinking about... his lioness?” I ask bitterly.

“Honestly?” She asks and looks around the room. “About fifty percent of them are satisfied that he has you in your” She makes quotes in the air “rightful place. Around forty percent are mortified for you. Twenty percent want you so bad they're probably walking around uncomfortably hard, and one percent wish they were in your place.”

“That is more than a hundred percent.” I point out.

“Some of the categories overlap.” She says with a smile.

“How many people here tonight?” I ask as I amused myself with her percentages.

“I think around four hundred?” She says looking at the layout of the tables.

“That would mean four people would switch places with me? Can you point them out?” I ask lightly.

“Oh I was just sitting with them over there.” She said waving back towards the Slytherin girls.

“They are not that stupid really?” I ask with a frown.

“Some of them are.” She said with a shrug. “I can’t point out the twenty percent that want to have sex with you, they are rather spread out across the room.” She says thoughtfully.

I shudder and shake my head. “I don’t want to know.” I say firmly.

After a moment of silence and I take in a deep breath. “How much longer do you think he will hold off?” I ask as I worry. This collar makes me worry.

She looks at the Dark Lord, and I know she knows exactly what I am asking. “He really wants you to go to his bed willingly. It would mean so much more if you gave instead of him taking.” Daphne sounds unsure with her words. “My guess... If he hasn’t broken you over the summer...”

The summer, was that longer or shorter than I expected. “What are you doing over the summer?” I ask as I try to distract myself.

“More than likely I will be here with you. We will see. I have a meeting tomorrow about it with the Headmaster.” She tells me and looks back in my direction.

After a moment of silence she looks out across the room and smiles. “I may have been a bit naughty tonight..” She says as she watches a dark haired Slytherin move across the room towards Luna.

“What did you do?” I ask with a frown.

She looks up at me with a mischievous look that reminds me of Fred and George. “Poked a bear.”

Luna-

“Why is she coming over here?” Malfoy says as he spots Pansy on her way directly towards us. He was just talking to some of the other younger Death Eaters about the summer when he noticed her.

I look up to see her frown directly at me, and then I feel Malfoy’s hand back on my waist. she doesn’t even look at Malfoy as she stops a few feet from us.

“Lovegood, I want a word with you.” She said with her back straight.

“No.” Malfoy says before I can answer.

“Fine.” She says her eyes still on me. “I can do this here.” She says crossing her arms over her chest. “I was just very curious, are you a slut or a whore?” She asked and narrows her eyes, then smirks. “With a name like Lovegood, I am leaning more towards slut. Drake doesn’t really pay for it you see.”

I swallow and flush a bit as she is speaking loud enough that many around us have stopped their conversations to listen.

“But Tracy says with all the new clothes she seen you wear whore is much more likely.”

I feel I should say something to defend myself, but her blunt words have me stunned into silence.

“Enough Pansy!” Comes Malfoy’s voice at my self. “The only whore around here is you, but you were asking way too much for the services of something so well... used.” he says coldly. “I am sure Goyle can afford what you are actually worth.”

Pansy’s eyes widen as she finally looks at Draco. Anger flashes in her eyes and then fear before she takes a step back away from him. I can’t help but glance to him curiously to see what she was running away from. Draco’s face is cold, with a hint of something I have seen very few times. I would have run too.

He looks at me and his face warms as his hand comes up to brush my cheek. “She was just jealous that I am giving you attention.” he says as he tries to sooth me. I can’t help but start to feel a small affection for him because of the way he came to my aid.

“Thank you.” I say and look around, people are now pretending not to stare. He brushes his thumb along my cheek as he looks into my face thoughtfully.

“Would you like to dance?” he asks finally and looks out where other couples have started to make their way into the center of the room.

“I’d rather go for a walk, that is is allowed?” I ask looking to the door. “I miss the school.” I admit softly and look down.

‘We can do that.” he says with a smile in his voice as he takes my hand and leads me from the room.

Daphne-

I smile at the scene that plays out in front of us and chuckle as Pansy runs away back to her cronies. I glance at Ginny to see her reaction to what has happened.

“Does he really like her?” She asks with a small frown.

“Draco?” I ask, but I know who she is talking about.

She nods as we both watch the blond couple leave the room. “Not quite sure actually. There is something going on obviously, but with Draco it is hard to know his motive. The same is true of Blaise actually.”

“Blaise?” She asks confused why I would bring him up.

“Yeah, they work together. There is something going on between them that I can’t quite figure out.” I tell her honestly.

“Blaise and Draco, or Blaise and Luna?” She asks a bit confused.

“Blaise and Luna.” I answer with a chuckle. “I know exactly what is going on between Blaise and Draco. They have been friendly competitors for years. Comes from being the best looking Slytherins in their year I guess.” I say with a laugh.

“Do you think they will hurt her?” Ginny asked with a worried frown.

I look at her and blink at her question. How could she worry about such a thing when her own situation is a thousand times more dire than her friends?

“Not.. physically.” I answer carefully. “They might break her heart, play with her emotions to get into her knickers and then toss her aside.”

“Think we should warn her?” She asks still worried about the school games the boys are playing with her friends heart.

“No, she is a big girl. It won’t be the worst thing for her heart to harden a bit in this new world we have to live in.”

Ginny frowns still upset at the idea of what he friend is going through.

“Gryffindors are amazingly weird.” I can’t keep myself from saying.

“What?” She looks back at me with a start.

“Here you are, playing slave girl to the most sadistic wizard in the world, and you are worried that your friend will be tricked into a little groping by some men playing schoolboys.” I point out and I can’t help but laugh. “Seriously Ginny, priorities.” I sat looking into her eyes.

“She is my friend and... I can’t help me, but maybe I can help her.” She pointed out and looked back at the door. “Would you go after them for me?”

“No.” I say with a sigh. “The Dark Lord himself asked me to stay by you, it is safest for me to do as he asks. Listen maybe I should nick us some champagne.” I say feeling she really needs to get drink.

“I don’t know how that would react with the collar.” She says which makes me glance at her neck.

“Couldn’t be worse could it?” I add playfully. Looking around I spot a waiter with champagne walking around the outer guests. I pull out my wand and use a levitation charm to bring the whole tray to Ginny and myself. “He never said I couldn’t get your drunk.” I add playfully as I hold out one of the flutes to her.

She looks at it in such a way that tells me she has never had anything stronger than butterbeer.

“It will help you relax and get through this horrid event.” I promise before taking a sip from my own.

She bites her bottom lip as she thinks about it, then takes the glass from me before taking a large gulp of its contents.

“I haven't been relaxed in months.” She admits before downing the rest of her first glass.

“Thats my girl.” I say with a smirk as I hand her another glass.

She is on her fifth and looking quite flushed by the time the Dark Lord returns from mingling.

“Have you two been enjoying yourselves?” he asks in an amused tone as he looks at the tray of empty flutes.

“We’ve been relaxing.” Ginny says as she looks up at him.

“I can see that.” He says to her still obviously amused before he turns to me. “How much has she had?”

“About five my Lord.” I say as I bow my head.

“How drunk is she exactly?” he asks and I glance over to her.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” She snaps and glares at him.

“Very, my Lord.” I admit as I suppress a smirk.

Ginny-

“How drunk is she exactly?” Tom asks as his eyes look down on me.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” I order and frown at him. Why was he already treating me like I was less than human.

“Very, my Lord.” Daphne says sounding amused for some reason.

“Go away.” I tell Tom and turn my back to him, I was starting to have an okay night without him hovering.

“I think it is time we retire of the evening so she can amuse me in private.” Tom says and leers at me.

“I would rather not.” I tell him and look to see if we have any more champagne. When I pick up one of the last glasses he takes it away from me.

“You have had enough little lioness.” He says sternly and sips from the glass he stole from me.

“If you keep calling me that I am going to bite you.” I say in what I hope is a forceful voice.

He laughed at my words and leaned down to take my chin with bruising force. “I would like to see you try my pet.” he says looking directly into my eyes. “I think I should enjoy that greatly, but I would prefer we continue this in private.”

When he speaks again I can feel the echo make my body bend to what he wants. “Now when I unlock your ankle you will walk with me out of this room in silence with your head down.”

I struggle to pull my ankle away from him, I feel I can speak freely unto it is unlocked. “I won’t go with you.” I pout and cross my arms over my chest. “I am going to stay here.” I tell him firmly.

“Is that so?” Tom asks and waves Daphne away so we can have a bit of privacy.

“You should realize pet my amusement with your tongue is running thin.” he says in a more dangerous tone.

I narrow my eyes at him. I hate that he talks to me like I am a child or stupid or a stupid child, and I feel my blood boil over with it. i want to say something that will hurt him, that will make his civil mask slip in front of all these people, I don’t care what he will do to me if I do.

“And you should realize that you can wear Harry Potter’s face but you will never be one tenth of the man he was!” I scream so everyone can hear my defyance.

I almost black out from the pain that shoots through my spine, but the darkness won’t come, only the pain surrounds me. I hear someone screaming in the distance and I wonder what he is doing to them. I feel a much duller pain in my face and realize he hit me much harder than he ever had before. I taste blood in my mouth. There is a sharp pain in my scalp and I think I am being dragged by my hair. The other person’s screams stop and I wonder why.

The next thing I truly register is that I am kneeling in a heap on his office floor and he has taken the same seat as he had the last time we were in here. the pain is subsiding and letting me focus on other things.

“You crossed a line this evening lioness.” he says with his voice full of hate. “There is going to have to be a long term punishment for such rebellion. I will have to take more of your freedoms away.” he said and reached down to take my chin and make me look into his eyes.

“I don’t have any freedoms.” I turn and spit pink saliva on his polished floor. He grabs my chin and makes me look at him again, holding me in place this time.

“Oh but you do. You have many luxuries that can be taken away at my whim. Your bed, your books, your clothes, your privacy, your virtue, these are all things that I do not have to give you. You have a very good life here compared to some of my other... guests.”

He runs his thumb over my lips as he thinks of what he wants to do next. I don’t know what to say, and even if I did I did not trust my voice to not crack if I tried to speak.

“I must think of a punishment that fits the crime, and fits the fact you were inebriated when you said those hurtful things. I am sure the collar’s pain had burnt the alcohol out of your system?” he asks and I nod, realizing the buzzy and brave feeling is now gone.

“When you screamed for my Death Eaters, I am sure none of them think I am soft on you any longer.” he said as if he was remembering something pleasant. “And when you stopped screaming because the collar made you silent. It was all the more sweet. Yes I think a wardrobe change for the next few months shall be punishment enough.” he smirked knowingly.

Luna-

Draco and I spent some time walking around the almost abandoned castle. I really did miss the old halls. “It feels strange being back here. It is the same, but so very different.” I tell him honestly. I am still riding the wave of gratitude I have for the way he protected me.

“I agree.” He says as he walks by my side. “I come here a few times a week most months, and it always feels... surreal.”

“Are you planning to ever take your NEWTs?” I ask and glance up to see his reaction to my question. He just smiles.

“Are you?” He countered without answering.

“No real reason to. I have a job, one I will be doing for the rest of my life if they will let me. I’ll be of age in a few months, what is the point?” I ask with a frown.

“What would the point be for me? No, it is just a meaningless test that one only needs if they are not already certain of their future.” he says firmly as we head up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower.

I nod and think about the naturalness of the conversation we are having. I can’t think of us ever talking this way before. I decide to take my chances and be direct with him.

“Draco? What do you want with me?” I ask and stop so he will give me his full attention.

He stops with me and looks at the ceiling as he thinks of how to answer my question.

“Honestly? With a little fix here and there you would be my parents ideal choice for a wife for me.” He says without looking at me. “With the new laws I have to start thinking about that a lot sooner than I had originally planned.”

I am stunned, it was the last thing I was expecting him to say. “What makes me so ideal?” I ask with a frown.

“Pureblood obviously, but also from one of the Twelve Houses of England, which is a plus. Lovely, intelligent without the danger of being double crossed, and you are in a situation where you would be very malleable to the families will.” He says and then starts to walk again.

His words just give me so many more questions, so I decide to ask them in order. “Twelve Houses of England?” I ask him with a frown. It makes him laugh.

“Yes there is the fact you are a blood traitor to contend with, but your wit in falling into line has saved you from that. Why is it the blood traitor families never know their histories?” he asks with a sigh.

“Back in the days of Merlin and before many areas of what is now known as Europe had nobles wizard Houses. England had twelve; Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Longbottom, Malfoy, Black, Weasley, Potter, Nott, Merlin, and Radcliff.”

She of course recognized most of the names, but kept silent as he continued with his lesson

“Of course many of the lines are are extinct or tainted now.” he says with a sigh. “Longbottom, Malfoy, Weasley, Nott, and Radcliff are the only that remain.”

“I’m not a Radcliff I am a Lovegood.” I point out as we walk. “My mother was a Radcliff I know, but I am pretty sure one can only gain such title from their father.”

“Well though you do not have the Radcliff name or property, you still carry their lineage. Honestly the only reason you don’t have the first two is because you father was an imbecile, and your mother died too young. Radcliff follows the female line, there were the only ones that did. You mother was the only daughter, and you are her only daughter.”

“Why do you know so much about my family?” I ask as I feel it is the next natural question.

“As a member of a noble House it is expected I know the Pureblood histories.” he says dismissively.

I move on to my next question. “If your family wishes someone malleable why would you want someone intelligent?” I point out.

“That is an easy one. One of the main functions of a pureblood woman is breeding stock.” he says with a wicked smirk. “If she is simple than one would have more of a chance of having a simple son. It is why I broke it off with Pansy,”

I am silent for several minutes as we get to the top of the tower and I move to look out over the grounds. With my back to him I speak. “I am not going to marry you Draco.”

He chuckles and moves up next to me. “Your desirability as a wife only compels me to wish to get to know you, so that I will know if we would be a good match. I haven’t decided to marry you yet Lovegood.” he said with a smirk.

“Well you should stop thinking about it now, look someplace else.” I tell him firmly.

“If not me, who will you marry?” He asked curiously.

I open my mouth to answer and then flush and look away. “I don’t want to think about marriage.”

“You should start, you only have a little more than three years to find someone.”

“You only have a bit more than two years yourself.” I point out.

“A bit less I am afraid, which is why I am seriously looking. I do not wish to be assigned a wife.” he says stiffly.

“Worried you will end up with Pansy afterall?” I ask with a smirk.

“I shudder at the thought.” he says dryly.

Daphne-

I start to become more and more uneasy with the way Ginny is speaking to the Dark Lord in her drunken state, I sigh in relief when I am dismissed and move away from the scene as quickly as I can without looking panicked.

That is when I hear it “And you should realize that you can wear Harry Potter’s face but you will never be one tenth of the man he was!” She had screamed the words. The whole room heard them and it was doubtful that even those in the entryway had missed them.

I turn to look back at the girl just in time to watch as her back arches in pain and she starts screaming like she is on fire. I watch as he backhands her across the face and then unlocks her ankle. The scream stops suddenly and others around me are confused as she is obviously still writhing in pain. Only I and the Dark Lord know he had told her to be silent, so the collar made it so. He grabs her hair roughly and drags her from the room.

For a long while after they are gone, all in the room are still silent and shocked. How could anyone say those things to him, we all wonder if she will survive the night. A part of me starts to feel uneasy as I realize I had given her the drink that had loosened her tongue, will I survive the night?

The Slytherin in me starts to think of escape plans and blames that could be laid. I am still in these musings when I am tapped on the shoulder my Headmaster Malfoy.

“The Dark Lord wishes to see you in the Chamber Miss Greengrass.” I can’t help but swallow in fear as I am sure the color drains from my face. I follow the Headmaster to the Chamber and stand before the empty throne.

“Wait here until he is finished with her.” the Headmaster says sounding almost bored before he heads back up to the party.

The fear grows in me with each passing moment and I want to run. But I know the only chance I have to to face my punishment, if I were to run I would be killed as a traitor for sure.

Out of the corner of my eyes I see movement, but I don’t turn to look directly at it. I get a glimpse of Ginny a little more bruised than before and with a lot more skin showing. She is pulled down a few doors, and I hear her door open and then slam shut.

So she is alive, which makes me have a larger, but not too large hope that I will survive as well.

“Kneel.” I hear his command as he comes up behind me. I fall to my knees as once and lower my head. His voice is irritated, but under control.

“What am I to do with you?” he asks as he starts to walk around me. “Your foolish game cost me face, and much work I had already put into her. I thought you understood my game, then you endanger it for silly entertainment.”

“Please forgive me my Lord.” I say with a shaky voice.

“You understand you must be punished for your foolishness.” he asks and I nod my head.

“Yes my Lord”

He moves away from me up to his throne, and takes a seat so he can watch me. We stay in silence for a long while as he thinks and just watches. I can’t help but let my mind wander onto all the different punishments he could inflict upon me. I know he is more than likely watching my mind, looking at my fears to decide how he could best hurt me, but I can’t stop the images from flowing through my head. I become more and more panicked the longer he stays silent.

“Your lesson must be sharper than the one I am giving to my pet. You are a citizen of my nation, and you were responsible for her.” he says coldly. “You are no longer a child playing games Miss Greengrass, and I think it is best if we remind you of that fact.”

He stands slowly and walks towards me with smooth purpose. I close my eyes and wait for the pain to begin. I suddenly feel his hot breath on my neck as he leans over to speak in my ear.

“Go, and wait for me in my chamber.”
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