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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- So I just got this one done by teh skin of my teeth. I finished it yesterday, and thanks to my amazing beta Eclectic Pet we got it cleaned up in time for you guys to enjoy it today!

Ginny-
Writing is harder than I would like these days. I use a spell to make sure my words align, but it’s always hard to remember what I’ve written if I can’t go back and read it. I started a letter to Ron many times before I gave up. He won’t understand no matter what I say. So, I started my next letter to Hermione in hopes she can explain how I feel to my family. I think if I hadn’t had her the last year I would have made a run for it long before this.
Hermione,
First, you should know that I am safe. I am with a friend I trust; and who has helped me more than I can explain in a letter.
Hermione, Derrick is a Death Eater! He attacked me when we were on a walk, and he planned to take me back to his masters. I’m not sure why he chose me, probably because he thought I couldn’t protect myself. He has since discovered that was a misjudgment on his part.
I am sorry that I can’t tell you where I am, but I know what they would do and say if I came home now. They would say that I need more protection, that I need to be suffocated until I can’t breathe. I was reaching my limit before this happened, and we both know it will only get worse now. I will be in contact when I can, but for now you just have to convince everyone that I am safe and I am building a life for myself.
Hope this letter finds you well,
~Ginny
Once I was happy with the letter, I folded it up and put a symbol on it so that it would find its way to Hermione. We all had symbols we used for our mail, as trying to take a letter marked Hermione Granger to a post office would be dangerous for anyone.
When I return to the guys they’re outside at the table, it seems the elves had made lunch while I was writing. I can hear them as they stop talking abruptly when I make my way outside. I frown approaching the table and glare in what I hope is their direction.
“You guys aren’t going to start treating me like I’m made of glass are you, because I can and will kick both your arses.” I tell them firmly to nip this behavior in the bud.
“Syler here was just saying how he can’t wait till you run out of clothes so you can walk around here naked. I must say I have to agree I’m looking forward to the sight.” Travis says and I can hear the true anticipation in his voice.
“Because that sounds so much like something I would say.” Syler adds dryly. “Come sit, we’re having lunch.”
I smile feeling better because of the banter and take my usual seat. “Yeah I didn’t really think about what I’m going to do for clothes.” I tell them honestly. “Do you have anything I could borrow?” I ask Syler.
“White button downs, she’d look hot in nothing but white button downs.” Travis chimed in.
I roll my eyes and I hear Syler chuckle. “Friend I do think you should tone it down before she trips you again.”
“Or punches you in the nose.” I add coolly.
“I bet you couldn’t even hit my nose.” He counters.
I look at him with an expression that should have him doubting if the blindness would be that much of a hindrance.
“You wouldn’t even know where my face was.” He says sounding less sure now.
“Only if you can keep your mouth shut.” Syler points out to laugh at his friend.
They then go into a full-on debate on how long Travis has ever been able to keep his mouth shut for, while I serve myself lunch. I enjoy just listening to them banter. They have obviously been friends for a long time; they must have gone to school together. I can hear how much they know and trust each other in their tone and words.
I realize it has been a while since I’ve been able to sit back and listen to people just be relaxed with one another. Almost everyone in the camp is always so nervous to say anything around me, and that started before I was blinded. I was one of the leader’s baby sister, and another’s girlfriend, so I could never truly be just one of the gang.
Here, even though Syler knows who I am, he and Travis have already easily adopted me into their small group. It’s something I hadn’t realized I missed until now.
“So what does our day look like?” I interrupt when I’m halfway through my sausage.
“Travis has agreed to stop by a post office for us.” Syler says and I remember the letter in my pocket. I pull it out and set it next to Travis’ plate.
There’s a pause as he picks up the letter. “What is this?” He asks, obviously seeing the symbol.
“It’s the name of the person I’m sending the letter to, is there a problem?” I ask with a frown.
“Will a post owl know how to handle it?” He asks sounding curious.
“Oh yes. The person who came up with them is rather brilliant and she made sure they all work just as good as the person’s name and address.” I tell him with a wide smile.
“Ah.” Travis says in an unnaturally tight tone.
“Is there something wrong?” I ask never having heard him sounding so restrained.
Draco-
“What is this?” Blaise asks as he holds the letter up so I can see the symbol on the front.
“It’s the name of the person I’m sending the letter to, is there a problem?” She asks frowning with worry.
“Will a post owl know how to handle it?” Blaise asks looking down at the letter curiously now. It was an interesting system and I motioned for him to take note of the symbol before sending the letter. This was useful information, and explained a lot.
“Oh yes. The person who came up with them is rather brilliant and she made sure they all work just as good as the person’s name and address.” She says with a wide proud smile. There’s only one witch, this description brings to mind, and I can tell Blaise is on the same page.
“Ah.” Travis says in a forced tone, not knowing what to say about Granger’s handiwork.
“Is there something wrong?” Ginny asks with a frown in Blaise’s direction.
“Not at all.” He said pushing a smile onto his face. “Is this brilliant witch of yours taken?” he asks to cover his discomfort. The idea of touching the mudblood makes us both gag a little, but he works hard to keep that out of his tone.
“She’s married to my brother.” Ginny says shaking her head, oblivious to our discomfort now. “Do you have to jump every time someone says witch?”
“Humm… Not every time. I just like the pretty ones, and the smart ones.” Blaise says leaning back in his chair and obviously pretending it isn’t Granger we’re now talking about. “If she’s hot I may have to steal her. What does she look like?” He asks with a curious smirk.
“I’m hurt.” She says instead of answering him. “Are you over me so easily?”
“Only if she’s hot.” He says as if that should be acceptable.
“Are you trying to say I’m not hot?” She asked crossing her arms over her chest and mock pouting at him.
“Oh you are definitely hot.” Blaise answers with a wide grin.
She frowns for a moment as she lets his words settle in. “Oh so you’re saying I’m dumb?!”
“Well, actually you just said it.” He chuckles and gets up before she can tip over his chair on him again. “You know, I have to get to work. See you around Sugar Cakes.” He said before Apparating away before she could take her vengeance.
Once she hears the popping sound, she just chuckles and shakes her head. “I actually do like him.” She tells me as she sits back in her chair. “You can tell the two of you have been friends for a while. It’s nice to be around you guys.”
“He likes you too.” I tell her honestly. “And even though it’s not in my best interest to tell you this, he is seriously interested.”
She blushes slightly and shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She says but still seems more than pleased.
“Me either.” I tell her with a smile. “I’ve known him since we were both three, and I can tell you he’s nothing but a pain in the arse.”
She smiles at me even more brightly. “I just don’t think I have a very good track record with men, maybe I should find someone else to pick them for me.” She says with a laugh.
“I volunteer for the job.” I say with a wicked grin she can’t see, though by the answering smile she probably heard it in my voice.
“Have anyone in mind?” She asks playfully.
“Not yet, but I’ll let you know if I find the right one.” I say cutting off her game for now. I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t interested in bedding her. I have been from the start. She’s a beautiful and interesting witch. What’s wrong with wanting to see her scream in pleasure under me? But there are more important things for us to achieve first, and if I bed her before she fully trusts me, before she knows parts of the truth, then it will ruin everything that comes after.
“I think we should finish the day with some dueling lessons.” I say to change the subject.
“Really?” She asks and perks up more than the play flirting had done. She really is a violent little thing.
“Nothing too exciting to start, we have to rework your forms to accommodate your new situation.” I tell her getting to my feet and waiting for her to do the same.
“My new situation?” She asks with an amused tone.
“Yes. This isn’t really about learning new spells; it’s about learning a new form to cast the spells. Let me see your old dueling form.” I ask to see where exactly she’s at.
She looks in my direction blankly. “Dueling form?” She asks sounding as if she’d never heard the term before.
“So no formal training at all?” I ask with a laugh. “Don’t you rebels get any training?” I add as I lead her out into a clear area.
“We train, but isn’t all that formal or anything.” She tells me before sticking her tongue out in my direction.
“Well than you won’t have anything to unlearn.” I say putting a positive spin on it. I move behind her so I can guide her arms more easily. “Stand as if you were going to cast a spell.” I tell her and look at her form.
“What is your off-hand doing?” I ask as I watch her casually stand there with her wand out.
“Should it be doing something?” She asks with a frown.
“For most it’s best to keep it tucked behind their back so it doesn’t get in the way, but at the same time adding to the flow of your magic.” I explain with a shake of my head.
“You said for most, I should be doing something different?” She asks picking up on the lesson quickly.
“First you need to turn your hips away from your wand hand.” I explain as I watch her move. “You want to have your off-hand up and in the lead.” I say moving her body to show her exactly what I mean.
“You want me to use my non-wand hand as what, a way to feel where my opponents are?” She asks pulling her wand hand’s elbow back to give the other arm more of a lead.
“How does that feel?” I ask, taking a step back from her for a better view.
“Weird. I don’t know how this will help; don’t wizards stay back from each other?” She asks without breaking the stance.
“Well you’re going to want to get in people’s faces. Grab their clothes even. Not only will it give you better aim, it will keep them off balance.” I tell her as she moves to get more comfortable with the position. “I think you should cast a few spells like this, see how it really feels.”
Ginny nods before casting a few light effect spells. I can’t help but smile at how focused she looks, and how beautiful she is when she casts. I shake away the thought and clear my throat.
“Did I do something wrong?” She asks now moving from the stance I placed her in.
“No, I was just thinking that we should work on a physical regimen as well. Any strength and endurance you could gain would only be helpful.” I half lie.
“So I can keep ahold of people in a struggle.” She says nodding to herself. “Muggle fighting wouldn’t be bad either.” She adds thoughtfully and I have to agree.
This style of dueling I’m proposing for her would be just as physical as it is magical. I‘ve seen my aunt duel in a similar way, and the effect is breathtaking. If Ginny were able to master it, it would be like watching a vision of the old stories of Battle Magi. She could be a goddess in her own right, and a force to be reckoned with.
“I think we should start with running daily, fighting will have to come later, when I can find you a proper teacher.” I tell her with a smirk.
“Oh so, there are limits to your god like knowledge?” She asks teasingly, a smile spreading across her face.
“A few…”
Ginny-
A week has gone by at Syler’s and things are starting to feel normal. We have a bit of a routine formed as we’ve gotten used to having one another around. In the mornings, we go running in the woods. He runs next to me so I can hear his footfalls and pace myself while not feeling as if I’m going to slam headlong into a tree.
After we eat breakfast outside, we work on fixing his house up until lunch. I realized over the week how much Syler cares about the house, and how much pride he takes in fixing it with his own two hands. He uses magic to make certain tasks easier, but refuses to use any spell that would make the final product anything less than perfect.
With the elves help and mine, we’ve gotten the stairs to full working order and finished fixing the upstairs bathroom as well as one of the guest rooms.
When the noon hour comes, we break for lunch and after that, we’ve been working on dueling and weight lifting to build my strength. Travis comes by when he can to help show me fighting forms that he knows to incorporate into this dueling style.
On the days he visits, he eats dinner with us and we drink and enjoy each other’s company. In their presence, I find I can forget about my troubles. I forget that my blindness is a weakness and see it only as a small inconvenience. I even forget about the war and the darkness my world lives in now.
Every so often, I find myself familiar with my two new friends. I get a strange sense of Deja vu, as if I should be able to picture the pair of them in my mind. It’s an unsettling feeling, but it usually passes quickly enough.
“Focus!” Syler order comes right before I find myself on my back for the umpteenth time that day. He laughs and I can hear him walking away as I feel the warmth of Travis move over my form.
“Well if you wanted to make out you could have just said so.” He says and I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“I wasn’t ready.” I tell him rolling my eyes as I easily push him off me by his shoulders. “Let’s do it one more time.” I say as I get to my feet and brush myself off.
“We haven’t done it once to be doing it again.” Travis implies something lewd with his tone.
“Must your mind always go there?” I ask getting myself in a readied position.
“Probably until you give into my needs Mia Bella.” He says and the sense I that I should know him washes over me once again.
“You’re Italian.” I tell him straightening with a frown to think if I know anyone from Italy.
There’s a pause before he speaks and that only makes me frown more. “My father is.” He says finally. “I spent a lot of time there growing up.”
“Are you ashamed?” I ask not understanding the reason for the hesitation in his answer.
“I’m disowned.” He says and I feel a hand on my waist. “But focus on our task; if you land on your back again I’m claiming a prize.” Travis warned the lightness back in his voice.
I roll my eyes and move back into position. “Now, use my extra weight and height against me.” he told me for what felt like the thousandth time. “Your timing is everything.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with.” I say putting my hands into position to be able to flip instead of landing on my ass.
“As you wish.” He says and with that, I try and fail to flip him like I’m supposed to. Once again, I find myself on my back with the air knocked out of me.
“I wasn’t ready.” I tell him sticking my tongue out as he snickers. Before I can react, he’s over me again and my tongue is in his mouth. He turns the childish gesture into a kiss like nothing I’ve ever really experienced.
I melt a little, trusting him in a way I never trusted Derrick. I feel hands move to the sides of my head, not restraining, but guiding me to deepen the kiss. I think I may be moaning against his lips when I hear someone else clear his throat.
“Really?” Syler asks coldly. “I leave you two for three minutes and you’re shagging in my yard?” There’s something in his voice, which makes me feel like I’ve betrayed him somehow.
I push Travis away easily and blush before I get angry. “We were kissing!” I snap and fling my hand out to smack Travis in the chest. “And he started it. Why do you care?” I ask getting up and brushing myself off again.
“He’s just jealous.” Travis says as I hear him get up as well.
“Well if you want him so badly you two should just make out and get it over with.” I snap at the two of them before heading inside to cool my temper, and other things off. I decide it would be best to take a bath before dinner, as I smell like sweat, and I need some time away from both of them.
Admittedly, the kiss had been a while in coming and Travis had never made a secret about his desire for me, but somehow it had still caught me off guard enough that the whole situation unsettled me.
When I settle into the warm water of the bath, I let my mind drift and fall asleep in the quiet comfort. I have dreams of a cold blond boy that never even looked my way and a smooth dark skinned one who always leered.
“Mistress Ginny!” The small elf squeaks waking me from the dream and driving the images from my head.
“Tiny? Did I fall asleep?” I ask rubbing my eyes and sitting up in the bath.
“Master wants Tiny to gets Mistress Ginny for supper.” The elf says and I feel a towel being wrapped around me as the still slightly warm water disappears.
“I’m not in the mood tonight Tiny. Tell Syler I went to bed.” I tell her as I take the towel and stand, stepping out of the bath.
“But Master…” She starts with a determined tone.
“Is not my boss.” I snap and I don’t know why I’m still so angry with him.
Draco-
After watching Ginny get knocked down once again I can’t help but laugh. I shake my head walking away because I really can’t watch it any longer. Heading inside I take a survey of what needs to be done in the down stairs before heading back out to see how far they’ve gotten
My temper flares for unknown reasons as I watch them on the ground kissing. It wouldn’t be so bad if she was at least putting up a small fight, but I can see her limp under him, the way most girls go to jello with my charming friend.
“Really?” I ask in a cold fury. “I leave you two for three minutes and you’re shagging in my yard?” I know it isn’t really fair to call what they’re doing shagging, their lips seem to be the only thing that’s touching, but it feels nice to say.
She pushes Blaise away and I can see the anger boiling in her already. I wonder if that’s what I was aiming for with my comment. “We were kissing!” She spits hitting him in the chest with the back of her hand. “And he started it. Why do you care?” She asks getting up before dusting the debris off herself.
Before I can answer, Blaise does for me. “He’s just jealous.” He says with a smug grin in my direction.
“Well if you want him so badly you two should just make out and get it over with.” Ginny snaps obviously angry with both of us now she goes stomping off into the house. I decide to wait until I hear her marching up the stairs before I turn back to my friend.
“What the hell mate?” I find myself growling at him.
“What?” He asks looking as innocent as always.
“You’re supposed to be teaching her fighting, not tongue wrestling.” I say taking an angry step towards him.
“You’re seriously into her.” He says with a triumphant grin on his face. “Just mad I made the first real move.”
“No, I’m just pissed you took the risk. She was attacked by a shit for brains less than a week ago!” I cover quickly.
“I wouldn’t have moved in if she didn’t welcome it.” He says waving me off. “Admit it, you like her and you don’t want my cast offs after I’m done with her.”
“I’ll admit that bedding her has crossed my mind a few times, but I’ve stopped myself from making a move because it could mess with my plans.” I tell him as if he’s a child. “How much would she trust us to show her which side of this war was right for her if we jumped into her bed before she really knew who we were?”
“Wait, you’re planning to tell her you’re Draco Malfoy? You honestly think there’s any way that’s going to go well?”
“Under the right conditions she can learn I have what’s best for her in mind. If she can see we’re truly working to make her battle ready, if our side sees her as a whole witch, how could she turn her back on that?”
“She’s been brain washed her whole life, how do you plan to undo that in the time you have left here?”
“I won’t report that I’ve finished the house until it’s done. And I plan to tell her in stages.” I explain as I pace back and forth. “First I’ll let her find out who I really am, and claim that I’ve been outcast for other reasons than the real ones. After that, I’ll slowly explain our ideals to her, and show her how much those muggle lovers have hurt her. They almost killed her spirit Blaise!” I point out heatedly. “If I hadn’t found her in the woods she would be…” I shake my head thinking what Derrick would have been able to do to her.
“Okay, okay, I’ll keep my cock to myself when I’m around her. But I’m not promising anything more than that.” Blaise says holding up his hands in defense.
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