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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-

When I get back to my room after dinner I pull out the journal. I feel like my hand is working without my brain as I start to write a list.

What I want-

My family

My friends

My wand

clothes

shoes

ability to owl people

freedom

for my first time not to be with Tom Riddle

to never be with Tom Riddle

a broom

to play Quidditch

to be happy

to have hope

Things I can get-

Some safety for family and friends

clothes

shoes

a broom?

Things I can give-

show respect

submit in public

my body

my soul?

I look down at the lists and frown a little before I shove the book away from me. This is how Slytherins and Death Eaters are. You have to give to get, and there is always a deal to be made. That is what Daphne has been trying to tell me. I sit in my bed a while and think about what I would have to give to actually get the important things I want. What on my list is just impossible and what I am truly willing to pay.

I’ve said in the past that I would give anything to keep my family safe. Now that I have to give everything, can I hold true to that statement? I need to talk to someone about this, I need to figure out my next move.

With that in mind I climb under my sheets and drift off to sleep.

“You know you can always come to me when you need someone to talk to my sweet.” The teen says in his usual charming tone.

I look up to Tom’s dark eyes and take a step back from him. I know I must be dreaming, but it doesn’t feel like any dream I have ever had before. I feel in control of my own actions for the first time.

“Miss me?” He asks with a mocking smirk on his lips.

“I just saw you at dinner.” I point out and look around the darkness to try and understand what is going on.

“No you didn’t, you saw...” he frowned as if he wa trying to put thoughts into words. “Voldemort fully formed and thrust inside the body of a teen. I’m Tom, your Tom.” he says and smiles again.

“I don’t understand...” I tell him and frown as a sofa appears behind him and he takes a seat to get comfortable.

He sighs and pats the seat next to him. When I don’t move he rolls his eyes but starts to explain. “I a small glimmer of what was left behind when the fragmented soul was flowed back to the original owner. I am part of you now. Have you liked my dreams?” he asked with another smirk. “I formed them just for you.”

“You’ve been giving me those horrible nightmares?” I ask angry with the specter in front of me.

“They are hardly nightmares, and I let you come in every single one.” he says playfully.

“I thought I was going crazy... That I was...” I can’t finish the thought let alone the words.

“That you were in love or at least lust with him?” Tom finishes for me. “Who says you're not? Part of you fell in love with me all those years ago. Do you think that would be gone over a silly thing like murder?”

“My murder.” I point out

“True, you were always a very sick little girl.” he mocks me again.

“What is this place?” I ask as I try to change the subject.

‘Your mind. You’re dreaming..” he answers as he watches me.

“It doesn’t feel like a dream.” I tell him and frown.

“Well it is more magical than that I guess. You wanted someone to talk to, so I decided to reveal myself.” he patted the seat next to him again. “I was always the best listener you knew.”

“I am not about to start talking to you again. Telling you all my secrets like I once did.” I say firmly and turn my back to him.

“Oh Ginny, I already know all of your secrets, I live inside you head after all. I know more about you now than you know yourself.” he said and got to his feet so he could move up behind me. “I also know me. I know how my brain works.” he said as he whispers against my ear. “I could help you get exactly what you want from the Dark Lord.” he tells me as I feel his hands slip around my waist.

‘Why would you do that?” I ask stepping away from him. I refuse to let him manipulate me ever again.

“Because it is what I want.” he says with a shrug. “It will help you become the Lioness I desire. Well the other me desires. I still serve him, obviously. You could have much more on your list than you think. It will just take a while to get.” He tells me with a smile.

“He will give me the world, all he wants is my soul.” I say and I turn to walk away from him.

He laughs. “We are in a dream Ginny, you can’t just walk away.” he points out. “I could return you to something more erotic if you like.” he says and I can hear the smile in his voice.

A thought crosses my mind and i turn back to look at him. “I want a dream where I am making love to Harry. The way it should have been.” I tell him seriously.

He laughs in my face. “Do you really think another man will ever touch you? Even in your dreams Ginevra, you belong to him.”

I wake with a start and Tom laughter echoing in my ears. I can tell my the tapestry that it is still dark outside. I lay back in the bed and take in long slow breaths. I’m going mad, that is what it happening, I am going mad. Is that really such a surprise?

I need air. I slip out of bed and walk over to the door that has kept me in this room. I realize as I think about it, it might not actually be locked. Tom has relied on the Chamber to keep me where he wants me. I take in a deep breath and hold it as I reach out to touch the handle. When nothing bad happens I turn it slowly and push the door open.

I open the door just enough that I can stick my head out and see if anyone is around. There is a Death Eater down the hall, probably some kind of guard, but his back is turned. As quickly as I can I move from my door to a pillar to keep out of his line of sight.

I look across the Chamber to the exit and I pull every bit of Gryffindor courage I have to run across the open space. I duck into the shadows once again and move along the entrance way. Slowly I move up the newly built stairs towards the castle.

Before I get to the top of the stairs I can hear two wizards talking. I ever so slowly peak up to see who it is and if they are facing the stairs. My eyes open wide as I recognize the blond haired creep and quickly hide again.

Did he see me? He was facing the stairs when I looked, but it was possible he didn’t notice right?

I hear them talking again and then one of them moving away. I hold another breath as I wait to see what the other will do.

“You know red isn’t the stealthiest of colors.” Draco says “Did you need something my Lady?” he asks and I can hear the amusement in his voice.

“You are the only one who calls me that.” I say as I move to the top of the stairs. I refuse to be afraid of Draco Malfoy.

“I guess that makes me the smartest wizard you know, besides for our Lord.” he answers with a smirk.

“Why do you say that?” I ask and look around to make sure we are alone.

“Because with the amount of effort he has put into you, it is the title you will have by the end of it. He isn’t exactly exempt from the Marriage laws he put into place.” I am not sure what I can say to his observation. It was pretty much what Tom had told me earlier. “So I have decided to start getting into your good favor now, instead of when they are all falling over themselves for you.”

“You like to think ahead.” I say and wonder what he would do it I started to walk towards the other door.

“You know if you go past this point he will find out.” Draco says as if he can read my mind, or maybe he just caught me looking at the door.

“I want air.” I say in a frustrated tone.

“So ask him for the privilege. Or do you want me to pay for your this defyance?” he asks and looks at me in a way that has me feeling guilty again. I look down at my feet.

“That is what I thought my Lady.” he says and motions back down the stairs. “We could sit on the stairs and talk if you like. You look like you need someone to talk to.”

His words make me laugh and I shake my head. “You are the second Slytherin tonight to make the offer..”

“Oh? I thought Miss Greengrass had gone to bed early.” he says and a frown crossed his lips.

“No, not Daphne.” I say and shake my head. “It doesn’t matter who. I just never thought Draco Malfoy would ever me offering me anything but sneers and insults.”

“Well things to have a funny way of working out.” he says with a laugh.

Luna-

After the oddness with what seemed like a prophecy I told Blaise to go home. We both needed sleep and time to think. Still under the effects of the drug I had taken that evening I look at the clock and decide I have at least three more hours of it in my system. I walk into my kitchen completely naked, clothes would just distract me at this moment. I put the kettle on to make tea when I hear a crash from the bedroom.

Alarmed I rush to see what made the sound, my wand at the ready. What I see when I get to my bedroom door makes me blink in complete shock.

Ron stood purple faced in my room, he had just thrown one of my lamps against the wall. When he looked over at me it took a few moments for my brain to understand the scene.

“I told you to leave!” I yell as anger is what hits me first. he is about to retort with the same anger when his his eyes run down my form.

“Can you put something on!” he snaps first and turns his back.

Embarrassment hits be next and cools my anger a bit as I grab my robe and pull it tightly around me. I ignore the pleasant sensation the fabric causes.

“I told you to leave, what are you doing here?” I ask in a much softer tone than more. Still unable to turn the colors off I realize he is surrounded by anger, embarrassment, confusion, and more than a little lust. The last makes me blush all the more.

“I was waiting for you to get home.” he said with his back still turned. “Your note said you needed to talk. I wanted to ask you why he has a key to your flat. Then, when you came back I heard Zabini was still with you so I hid in the hiding spot you had made.” His voice was growing in frustration as he motioned towards the bed.

I bit my lip as I realize the rest of myself.

“When I realized what you were about to do I tried to get out and kill him.” he said with a low growl. “But for some reason I found that I couldn’t.”

“I added a spells to the hiding place so you wouldn’t do something rash if Draco or Blaise said anything you didn’t like.” I admit and look to the ground. “I wouldn’t have brought him back here if I thought you had stayed.”

“Draco and Blaise now?” Ron asked as he finally turned to look at him, his disgust very clear on his face. “You some kind of Death Eater whore now are you?”

My face flushes with humiliation at his words and I look away. “That was my first time you git! I just.. I wanted...”

“You wanted to be touched by a Death Eater!” he interrupted me and the colors of anger and jealousy grew so bright they overcast anything else he may have been feeling.

“He isn’t a Death Eater!” I snap, but I can’t look at him any more. “I had three options open to me for that experience Ron. First, I could wait and let whatever person is finally chosen for me to be my first. With the way things are I am not exactly going to get to choose who I marry now am I?” I ask but I do not wait for him to answer. “The only other options I had were the only two men that have shown the least bit of interest in my since my life began! I chose the one who is NOT a Death Eater.” I finish still panting in anger at the whole situation.

Ron takes a step towards and opens it mouth to say something but his cut of by the whisper of the kettle.

I turn and head back to the kitchen without giving him a chance to stop me. I busy myself with making tea and wonder if he is going to leave the flat without saying anything.

“You could have left like I ask you to.” He says from the doorway, his tone more sad than angry now.

“I told you before I can’t leave. Besides, how long before it isn’t just England?” I say as I make us both a cup and put the cream and sugar in the way he likes. We sit at the table saying nothing to each other for a long time.

“So you're an oracle?” Ron finally broke the silence, clearly wanting to change the subject for at least a little while.

“Who knew right?” I say with a small chuckle.

“Kind of makes sense, I mean they already say oracles are a weird bunch...” he trails off and sighs.

“Thanks.” I say and then smile. “I think it may run in my family, on my mother’s side, but my father never mentioned it.” I watch my tea as I let my thoughts wonder.

“What do you think it means? Who is the Lion? I mean Green and Red... Sounds like Gryffindors and Slytherins to me right?” he asked like I would have more answers than him.

“Well the second two parts are obviously about the Dark Lord.” I start drumming my fingers against the table. “Who else could be the heir of snakes?” I look to Ron and frown in thought. “What face does he fear the most? Harry’s?” I ask more softly.

Ron snorts and shakes his head. “He looks in the mirror at that face every day now right?” He said with a look of disgust. “Harry once told me he only fears one thing, but he fears it like a child fears the dark.”

“What?” I ask curiously.

“Death.” He says simply and shrugs his shoulders. ‘So you realize Voldemort is going to find out about this, about you.” Ron says after a moment. I just nod my head. “You wouldn’t happen to have changed your mind about running then?” he asked hopefully

I shake my head. “No Ron, this is my home, I can’t leave it to them.”

“What if he decides you too much of a liability, or worse asset to just leave out in the open?” he asks and I can hear the anger in his voice rise again. “What if he takes you away and locks you up in that castle!?”

“Then I will ask him if I can publish the Quibbler from there.” I say simply which only makes Ron slam his fist down on the table.

“Why do you have to be so frustrating?” He stands so quickly his chair is knocked back as he yells.

“Why do you care what happens to me?” I snap back and stand myself. “You say it before, I am a Death Eater whore that you won’t even let help in the rebellion! I am not your family! We weren’t even that close of friends! “

He looks a little taken back as I use his words from before. I see guilt rise over his anger and he looks down. “I shouldn’t have said that Luna, I have no idea what this is all like for you. I just...” He paused as he tried to find the words. “I just wanted to save someone. I can’t get to any of my family, and when I saw you I thought maybe I could save you.” he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “But you are a stubborn witch. Just like all the women I love. So you have grown on me. I don’t want to see you hurt, and I REALLY didn’t want to hear what you did with Zabini tonight.” he says and takes a step closer to me so he can put his hand on my shoulder.

I gasp as the contact is more intense than he knows. He jerks his hand back as he thinks he has somehow hurt me, and worry fills his eyes.

“Sorry I wasn’t ready for that.” I say and his confusion grows. “My skin is very sensitive right now.” I explain.

“Because you just...” he trails off turning beet red.

“No. I mean I am not sure exactly, but it is mostly because of this stuff Blaise ga..” he cuts me off and I can see anger quickly returning to his colors.

“He drugged you?” he asks as his hand goes to his wand like he wanted to hex the other man.

“It isn’t like that. I knew what I was taking, I was trying to get my mind off of things.” I explain with a sigh.

“And it is not in the least bit suspicious that he drugs you and that night you decide to have sex with him?” Ron’s eyes narrow.

“No, I mean I am fully aware that it was a ploy to get me in bed Ron. He was rather up front about the whole thing.” I tell him shaking my head. “I still made my own choice.”

“You can’t be sure of that Luna.” he says and I can see that he is thinking and planning.

“Don’t do anything stupid because you seem to have adopted me as a little sister.” I say firmly. “If you kill him they will probably just replace him with someone worse.”

“You’re not my little sister.” Ron said suddenly and takes in a slow deep breath. “But we are friends. And I don’t let my friends get used like that.”

“Ron, I used him just as much as he used me. Can we please not talk about this any more. It only makes you angry and humiliates me.”

Daphne-

It is the say I will be moving to my new room. I have packed all my things in my trunk and I sit on my bed waiting for someone to show me the way. It is summer now so I am no longer required to wear my school uniform. I used to love the green dress that hugged my body and settled at just the right place on my thigh. Now I am angry at it. It shows much too much of the bruises on my legs.

When the door opens I half smile as Draco enters the room and looks around with slight interest. “They must turn the charm off in the summer.” I say as I try to pretend as if I am in a good mood.

“I am sorry for not coming sooner I have been a bit put out and a bit busy.” he says and walks over to sit on the empty bed next to mine.

“Was there a reason for you to come?” I ask curiously.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You seem to have worked magic on the Weasley girl.” he says as he tries not to look at the bite marks on my neck. “I saw her last night, it was quite easy to put her in her place.”

“Guilt is a powerful motivator for people who feel it.” I say waving the compliment off. “What has you so put out?” I ask curiously.

“Blaise won our little wager. On an interesting note, the legend about the Radcliff family is sort of true.” He says rubbing his chin.

“Legend?” I ask curiously.

“Hum, yes, it is said that a the man to take a radcliff heir’s virtue gains wisdom.” he says with a smirk. “It seems that when Blaise took her, she decided that was a good moment to reveal a prophecy.” he added with a laugh.

“You sure the girl wasn’t just playing with him?” I ask, smiling at the idea that Lovegood was an actual oracle.

“He send me a copy, it could be quite real. Which means Ginny at some point will sleep with our Lord.” he tells me with a smirk.

“Is anyone telling the Dark Lord about this?” I ask frowning at how the Dark lOrd will react.

“Blaise and I have decided it is best to keep it to ourselves for now. Who knows what the Dark Lord will do if he believes it. I’ve put too much work into the Lovegood girl to waste it now.”

“What exactly are you plans for her? I thought you were just playing with her to get a delight, but if Blaise has already been there?” I ask curiously.

“My dear, if I never entertained a woman that Blaise Zabini hadn’t gotten to first, I would soon become a monk. Taking a virgin is nice, but not required to please.” he pointed out.

“I thought men didn’t like to take another man's hand offs.” I say with a chuckle.

“No no... I don’t usually take them right afterwards, that would be disagreeable.” he says as he makes a face. “But most men in this modern age know they aren’t marrying virgins.”

“My husband certainly won’t be...” I force a smile on my face as I try and make a joke about my situation.

“No your husband will have the great honor of being unable to sleep with his wife.” Draco chuckled and I frown.

“What?” I ask as I narrow my eyes.

“Father didn’t tell you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me what?” I ask as he is letting this drag out.

“No one knows how long the Dark Lord’s interest will hold in you. If it runs past your twentieth birthday, you husband will be cockold, and not permitted to touch you himself.”

“That will make trying to find a suitable husband, interesting.” I say with a deeper frown. “But I am sure once Princess Gryffindor gives in he won’t have need of me as a mistress any more.” I say straightening my back.

“At least that is what you are hoping.” Draco reads me easily enough. He looks at me as if he is trying to determine exactly what I am.

“Stop that Draco.” I say more fiercely than I intended. “I can handle this, I can handle him.” I tell him and get off the bed.

“You can handle the Dark Lord?” He asked and narrowed his eyes at me. “I think that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say.” He points out stiffly.

“Are we really going to talk about this now?” I ask and cross my arms over my chest. ‘At best we are partners, and you don’t really have a right to be concerned for me Draco Malfoy.” I say sternly

“Partners is an apt description of our relationship.” He agrees. “But I do not like useful partners becoming damaged ones.” he says coldly.

“Well if you can come up with a way of putting off the Dark Lord, please share with the class.” I snap.

That gives him pause. “Any way we could quicken the speed in which Weasley falls into his bed?” He asks with a frown.

“So your plan is to sacrifice a virgin?” I ask with a burst of laughter.

“Sometimes it appeases dragons.” He points out smirking back to him.

“I think at the point the only way she would spread those little legs of hers is if she was spelled or drugged.” I tell him rolling my eyes. Draco on the other hand starts to smile broadly.

“He’ll be upset if he finds out she was spelled.” I warn him.

Ginny-

I step into the music room. It was one of the old classrooms in an unused part of the castle on the third floor. It was bright with many windows. I wonder if Malfoy chose it because I had expressed the need for air.

When I was shoved into the class he was already sitting at the piano playing. He had probably started as a way to pass the time while I was being delivered to him. I didn’t recognize the song he was playing but I had to admit it was beautiful. It was soft and haunting with a sad kind of quality.

I stood in the doorway and just listened to him play. I thought he had not heard me enter, but when his song was over he spoke without turning to look at me.

“If you have any talent you will be able to play the piece easily in a few months.” he told me before turning to look.

He made an odd kind of face with as he took in my outfit. I was wearing a lacy pink bra, and orange satin knickers. It was a small rebellion on my part, but if I was going to be forced to wear my underclothes as if they were my outer clothes I was I was planning on looking as silly as possible. Tom seemed more amused by my choices rather than upset, so I felt safe in the rebellion. Daphne was the most affected by my choices, and flinched a little whenever she came to visit.

“It was very lovely.” I admit as I move further into the room. He motions for me to sit next to him as the piano and shifts on the bench to give me more room.

“How far along are you in the reading I gave you?” he asks and starts to play something a little more upbeat. I watch as his fingers move over the keys with elegant grace. I am not an expert on the subject by any means, but I admit I think he may be rather talented at playing.

“I finished them. I have a lot of time on my hands these days.” I remind him as I watch his hands.

“Good. Than we can get right into hand placement.” he says and stops his playing.

We spend the next hour going over how my hands should be placed on the keys. He tells me the notes assigned to each key and has me repeat all the information back to him to make sure I understood.

Once he feels that I have understood him he takes out a song I and I laugh at the title.

“The Wizard and the Rabbit?” I look over the song I remember from my childhood.

“It is a beginners song with an easy rhythm.” He says “I want you to sing the notes on the page. First I want to see how much you understood about reading music, but I also wish to know how well you sing.” he explains. “Not the words, just the notes.” he repeats before he lets me begin.

I feel a little silly but I do as he asks. He watches me with an odd kind of concentration as I sing the notes on the page. Once I am done I set the music down in my lap and wait for his assessment.

“You made two mistakes.” he say and points to the page. “Here and here. Otherwise it was done well. You have a fine singing voice, just rather untrained, but we can handle that as well.” he nods.

“So is this the first song I will learn to play?” I ask looking from the page up to him.

“Yes, but I feel we should stop for the day.” he says but does not move from his position on the bench. “I was wondering if you had given any thought to a place I could hold in your service?” he asks in a completely straight face and I can’t help burst into laughter.

“What?” he asks looking a little confused at my amusement.

“I am pretty sure a Malfoy just offered to work in the ‘service’ of a Weasley.” I reply still giggling. It has been the first thing since I entered this nightmare that has truly been funny.

“Ah well, you are no longer really a Weasley now are you?” he offers as he sits a bit straighter. “You a lioness as he calls you. You will be the Dark Lady one day, and that is who I offer my service to. I would prefer the title of Lady’s Champion, but I will fill any role you find a need.”

I calm down from my giggles because he speaking so properly and seriously. “I don’t really think I will be this Dark Lady you are expecting.” I say softly. “You don’t have to be nice to me.”

“I think you will my Lady.” he disagrees. “It is what he wants from you, I am sure of it.” he says firmly. “And obviously he gets what he wants.” he says as if it is the only fact.

“Well, that is something I don’t really like to think about at the moment.” I say looking to my hands.

“I understand.” he says and stays silent for a moment. “Would the lady permit me to call on her for tea before our lesson next week. So we can discuss your future with this object?” he offers after a moment as he motions to the piano.

“If it is alright with T...” i swallow and inwardly kick myself, why couldn’t I need that name out of my head. “...the Dark Lord.” I fix before I have said too much.

“I would never do something to disrespect him.” he says as he finally rises from his seat. “Next week, study the song until then.” he says bowing to me and leaving me alone in the room.

I expect my escort to enter the room after he leaves. When no one comes I look back at at the piano in front of me, and then I look around the room. I have been left in this room by myself. It is so different from my dungeon bedroom. This place is full of light and air. I look to the windows and I can’t help my move to them. I would sit and enjoy the sun and air for as long as they would allow.

With a feeling a do not often allow myself in this dark time I sit on the windowsill, and just enjoy the light. I only realize I have drifted off to sleep when I hear the haunting song Malfoy had been playing once again coming from the piano.

“I have to give it to the boy, he has many skills to woo a woman.” Tom says from the piano. “I never had any time to learn an instrument.” he adds wistfully.

“Too busy torturing and killing?” I ask without looking away from the window.

He laughs happily in a way that says he is nothing but cruel. “Something like that.” he replies.

“Why are you interrupting my peaceful moment?” I ask as the peace I had found on the window was now gone.

“You are the one who fell asleep.” he points out and the music stops as he I hear him stand. “The boy will be trouble, I can tell.” he warns me.

“He’s your servant.” i point out.

“He flirts with you much too freely.” he states with disdain in his voice. “You are ours, he should know this.”

“Do you really think he wants me in the same way you want me?” I ask still not looking at Tom.

“In the way I have you my lovely.” he corrects. “You may not have given into my self outside of your dreams, but I have taken you many times.” he reminds me.

I take in a dream breath to calm my temper. “He doesn’t mater anything to me, so you can take you warnings and shove them.” I say without emotion.

He chuckles at something and moves up beside me so close I can feel him. “My pet has been very good lately, even in her dreams.” he says playfully.

His words make me blink a few times, as I realize he is right. This is a dream, no one would be hurt if I fought back. I raise my hand so I can push him but he grabs my wrist as if he was expecting it.

He clicks his tongue at me and leans down to kiss my neck. “I can punish you far worse in here my love.”

I will my wrist free and move away from his lips. “Just let me enjoy the sun.” I tell him softly.

Before he can say anything else I feel a hand shaking me slightly. I wake and blink at the man you had brought me to the classroom to begin with.

“It is time to go back.”

Luna-

It has been a few weeks since the night Blaise and I were together. We had silently agreed to not mention the strange night and things have gone back to normal. We have fallen right back into the somewhat friendly working relationship.

“I need the that owl from the office of the Ministry of Justice.” I call out to Blaise without looking up from my notes. When he doesn’t answer me I call again. “Mr. Zabini?”

When he still doesn’t answer I sigh and go out to see what is holding him up. He isn’t at his desk when I leave my office. “Blaise?” I call out again looking around to see where he could be. When he doesn’t answer I walk around his desk to look for the owl I am looking for.

I am so focused on going through the papers on his I don’t notice that he had moved behind me until his chest hits my back and his lips brush against my ear.

“Can I help you with something?’ he asks playfully as he has trapped me against his desk.

“I was looking for that owl from the department of justice.” I say and try to act like this behavior is normal.

He pushing hair off my neck and I feel his lips brush against the revealed skin. I jump but I can’t get away from the attention. He chuckles and reaches around me for the owl I was looking for.

“This?” he asks holding it up for me.

“Yes, thank you.” I say and I realize my voice is shaking a little.

“You seem a bit tense, would you like some help relaxing?” he asks and settles one of his hands on my stomach.

“I think I have had enough help relaxing from you.” I point out slightly breaking the agreement we had settled into. Though I feel he broke it first by the way he is touching me now.

He chuckles against my ear and nips my earlobe. “Oh there is so much more I can do for you Lovegood.” he says in a tone that sends a shiver that travels to a spot between my legs.

I can feel my heart racing and I try to force myself to calm down. I had used him as a direction for the night. It did not mean I was going to let him play with me like he was.

“I’m not really that interested to find out.” I tell him in a voice I hope sounds more steady than I feel.

“I’ve been thinking about our night together.” He tells me not the least bit deterred by my answer. “I feel like I was cheated.” his hand travels down my stomach. “The more I think about it, the more I want a redo.” He tells me and kisses my neck again.

“Took you two weeks to decide this?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“It was a lot to think about with what happened after...” he says and pulls back slightly. “I am sure you have been thinking about it as well.” he states as he moves his hand up to cup my breast.

“I have been thinking about what happened after, more.” I tell him and put my hand over his with the intention of getting it to move. “Did you.. tell anyone?” I ask shyly.

“I thought about it.” he says as his lips move back to my neck. “But I think I enjoy having you to myself.” he tells me as feel teeth against my skin.

I try to move to the side so slip out of his hold and he drops his hand to the desk to block my way. “Luna...” he purrs against my skin and I can feel my resolve start to melt.

“Blaise... please...” She say and swallow hard as I focus on not leaning into his lips. “You’re confusing me.” I admit and it brings another chuckle to his lips. He finally steps back and lets me free. I turn to face him and take a few long breaths to calm myself down.

“Well we wouldn’t want you to be confused.” he says as an arrogant smirk plays across his lips.

“So you didn’t tell anyone about the prophecy?” I ask again, because I can’t be sure of anything he said a moment ago.

“I did. I told one person.” he admits with a shrug. “But we have decided to keep it from the Dark Lord for now. We want to make sure it is real before we report false information. We wouldn’t want to ruin your life over a mistake.” he says with a smirk.

“How are you going to find out if it is real?” I ask curiously. I already think of it as real, but as it came through me, I am not exactly sure what else it could have been.

“The hall of prophecy. My partner is trying to gain access to it to check.” he says with a light shrug.

“What will you do once you find out that it is?” I ask and hold my breath as his expression turns menacing.

“Then we will have to work something out.” he says vaguely before pushing strands of hair away from my eyes.

I frown as I really do not look at this new look on his face. “You are going to hold it over me?” I asked very softly like I thought maybe someone was listening.

“Most definitely.” he says and chuckles. “Speaking of which, now that you are no longer a blushing virgin, how is Draco treating you?” He asks as he takes a step closer to me.

“I thought maybe you hadn’t told him.” I say with a frown. “He wants to go out again. His pursuit of me hasn't really changed.” I say and tilt my head. “So you told him?”

A frown comes across his lips at the information and he moves so close to me I have to slip up onto the desk to get away. “I had to win the bet.” he says with a shrug. “I tasted you first. I win.” he says firmly.

“So maybe he wants me for something else.” I point out blushing as the way Blaise was looking at me. He seemed more upset by Draco’s actions than I can explain to myself. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” he says an is suddenly relaxed again. His hand parts my legs so he can move closer to me still and trap me on the desk. “Just caught me by surprise is all.” he says and looks me in the eyes. “Maybe he was telling the truth and he wants you as a wife.”

I make a face at his words that seems to amuse him because he starts to laugh. “What if I tell you I wouldn’t mind having you for my wife?” he asks and it is my turn to laugh.

“I wouldn’t believe you.” I say simply. “I imagine you are going to marry a woman much more like Miss Greengrass.” I tell him firmly.

He laughs and shakes his head. “We would kill each other after a while.” he tells me and starts to play with the top button of my blouse.

“Well as I told Draco. I am putting it off as long as I can.” I tell him and firmly.

“Out marriage could be open.” he says as if he really is making an offer.

“Open?” I ask a bit confused. He undoes the first button and starts to play with the second.

“It means I would let you sleep with other men, and I would sleep with other women. I mean you could sleep with other women too, but only if I am in the room.” he says and I can tell he is trying to move me off balance.

“I am not playing this game.” I say firmly and knock his hand away.

He pouts at he as he looks down at my chest and then up into my eyes. “We will see.” He finally pulls back again and I grab the owl from his desk before I rush back to my own office.

Daphne-

He has called me three times to his chambers and the routine has become predictable. Sometime during the day I am called to the infirmary to have all the bites and bruises healed. I spend the rest of the day in no pain, but dreading his plans for the evening. He always wants me in the evening, and I wonder if it is because of the generation he is from, or before he is just too busy during the day.

Tonight when I enter his room he is at the small desk writing something. He doesn’t acknowledge that I have entered, but I am used to that. I stand by the door and wait for him to be ready for me. The second time we were together I had made the mistake of sitting on his bed to wait. He made sure I knew how wrong of a choice that has been.

Those still working in the castle call me his Mistress and some even give me respect for the title. But I, and his inner circle seem to know better. I am not the Dark Lord’s Mistress, I am his whore. I wonder sometimes if I will survive the experience.

He sits back in his chair at the desk and folds up whatever he had been working on careful putting it away before starting.

“You will.” he promises something and I am not sure what he is talking about. “I do not plan on killing you.” he adds before looking up to me with a smile.

“You were reading my mind.” I say and then look down and try to remain still.

“For a commoner you try so hard to seem more than you are.” he says and I can feel him moving to me. “You wish to be treated equally to noblemen.” he continues and I can tell this is going to be a bit of a speech. “You think yourself equal to a Malfoy.” he adds as he moves around me.

That sends a bit of worry through me. “We are only friends my Lord.” I say feeling me might misunderstand what Draco and I are.

“He has lustful thoughts about you.” the Dark Lord replies. “But he also has them for many other women, so I do not worry. Would you like him after I am done with you?” he asks and moves around behind me. I frown at the question, I don’t know what game he is playing.

“My Lord?” I ask to see if he will explain.

“After I am done with you. You are a young and pureblood woman, you will need a husband.” He says as he unzips my dress and pushes it off my shoulder. His lips brush my skin softly, and I am confused all the more. He is never this gentle with me. “Those who serve me well always get rewarded well.” he continues. “I will give you a husband if that is what you desire.”

“I did not think I was worth so much my Lord.” I say and he bites my shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood, this was much more what I was used to.

“I will punish you every time a lie leaves your lips.” He tells me and kisses the mark softly again.

“So we are playing a game tonight my Lord?” I ask and tilt my head away slightly.

“Yes, you know how much I love games. Pleasure for the truth, and pain for lies.” he says as he lets my dress fall to the ground. “Now, what man do you feel is worth you? What husband would you want?” he asks and stills just touch as he waits for my answer.

“If I were to choose a man who is worth me there is only one my Lord, and that is you.” I say feeling bold by the little game.

He laughs and his hands slip down my stomach. “That is not something you will be getting.” he says but his fingers move between my leg with skill that has not cared to show before now. “But I already knew you did not know your place.” he says meanly. “What other man would you choose, Draco?” he asks softly.

“No my Lord. I would never choose Draco as a husband. He is much too smart, and powerful.” With my answer I feel his middle finger push inside of me and I let out a soft moan.

“So you want me to find you a weak noble man to be your plaything?” he asks and I can feel his smirk. “Wouldn’t that make your children weak?” he adds after a moment.

“The law doesn’t say I have to have children.” I pointed out and he pulls his hand away from me only to push his finger into my mouth. I suck on the finger without him giving the command.

“You will be required to have good pureblood wizards.” he warns me before he pulls his hand away.

“Will they have to be related to my husband?” I counter and look back at him with a smirk.

He chuckles at the question and pauses his actions. “Yes, I will have to remember to write that into the amendment. We need to know the bloodlines are clean.” he reminds me. “Does it change your choice in husband? Or do you not care enough about your prodigy?”

I have to think about the question for a long moment before I answer. He must feel I am taking too long before he bites me hard on the neck. I whimper in pain and shake my head.

“I don’t want to answer to a controlling husband.” I say firmly.

“You’re are ambitions in a way that has nothing to do with husband and children.” he says before he licks the mark on my neck. “A modern witch if I ever tasted one.” he says and pushes me hard enough that I fall on my hands and knees.

“The only Lord you wish to answer to is me. No wonder Lucius hates you, you have an eye on his job.” he says with complete disregard. “Would you take the Mark if I asked you my whore?” he asks with a sneer.

“Without hesitation my Lord.” I say from my place on the ground. “It would only sadden me that I would not be as effective at dealing with Ginny if I do.” I point out after a moment.

“It is good then that I have yet to offer.” he says and grabs my hair to pull my head back. “But I may, when my lioness is completely mine.”

With that he turns into the man I expected when I walked in. He marks my skin in new ways and old. I whimper and I beg, and I know he likes it but it only makes me meaner. I am learning exactly how to satisfy the Dark Lord and it scares me more than anything.

When he is done and I move to gather my clothing, for I never sleep in the room with him. I find my legs hurt beyond my ability to overcome. I slump to the ground and whimper as I try to find the will he make my body obey.

I feel him watching me, and I know he is smiling. I know he enjoys watching my pain and humiliation. I would not be surprised if this will excite him enough to wish to take me again.

“Well we can't have you passing out on my floor.” he says as I struggle to crawl to my dress. “I will have someone come and get you.”

I whimper at the idea of someone else seeing me like this. “I can...”

“Silence girl.” he says firmly as he summons one of his Death Eaters.

By the time there is a knock on the door I still have not even made it to my dress.

“Come in Lucius.” The Dark Lord calls to the door and my eyes go wide before looking back at him. This is a new game for him it seems, but every action is for his amusement.

When the older blond haired man sees me on the door he raises an eyebrow before looking to our Lord.

“How can I be of service my Lord?’ he asks with a deep bow.

“I seem to have overused her. Take her to the hospital wing to be fixed.” he orders as he waves his hand towards me.

“Yes my Lord.” Lucius says with another bow before he tries to help me to stand. When my legs give out again he sneers and picks me up in the bridal position.

He carries me all the way to the hospital without a dress. Fortunately it is late enough we only pass one or two guards as we go. He doesn’t speak to me until I am settled on one of the cots.

“You should be more careful next time Miss Greengrass.” he says before he turns to leave.

“There is no being careful in the Dark Lord’s chambers Headmaster.” I say to his back because I am tired and in pain.

He turns slowly back to face me. His eyes run over the damage to my flesh and then to my face. “It would seem it is one of the most dangerous places in the country.” he says dryly.

“You have no idea.” he said before I close my eyes and wait for a nurse to come.

“Only some.” he answers which makes me open my eyes. “Has he offered you Draco yet?” he asks like he was in the room with us tonight.

“How...” I start but his smirk cuts me off.

“He enjoys giving Malfoy men his leftovers.” He states before he turns and leaves.
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