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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 have been fighting with teh website all day trying to post this... I hope everyone enjoys

Ginny-
I walk down to breakfast the next morning feeling my temper has finally cooled a bit. I sit down at the table in silence and start to fill my plate without acknowledging that I know he’s there.
“You slept in the house.” He says as he hands me my tea.
“The guest room is nearly finished.” I say as if that was the only reason. “The bedframe seems good, maybe a little love to get it up to its old condition.”
“You think I should restore what furniture I can?” He asks as if he’s giving it real thought.
“I don’t know what your budget is like, but I can feel it was once an expensive piece.” I say feeling comfortable talking about anything but yesterday.
“My family has moved most of the really worthwhile pieces to the main estate; we should take stock of what’s worth restoring and what I should buy new.”
“That’s smart.” I state only nibbling at my food.
“You didn’t come for our run this morning.” He adds after a few minutes of silence.
I sigh and shake my head. “I’m mad at you. I still needed time.”
“You’re mad at me?” He asks and I can hear the frown. “I’m sorry Ginny. He’s right I was jealous, I shouldn’t have said those things.” He says after a moment.
“I realize we flirt and there’s this attraction between us, but you don’t own me.” I tell him firmly.
“No, I don’t. I had no right. You’re your own woman.” He says honestly with a sigh. “I guess I just wish you would have picked me.”
“I haven’t picked anyone.” I say with a frown. “It was just a kiss. We were both caught up in the moment.”
“I know Travis and he’s very good at turning a kiss into something more.” He says a bit sheepishly.
“Well he’s a very good kisser.” I have to admit.
“I don’t want to know.” He answers teasingly now. “I thought we could work on your long distance Apparation today.” Syler adds to change the subject.
“Really?” I smile at the thought. “How do we do that?” I ask eagerly.
“Well I’m going to take you on a side along so you can see how it feels, then you’ll try to Apparate back here.” He explains before sipping his tea.
“I can do that!” I say excited that we’re trying something harder.
“If our world was normal this would be like your final test.” He says sounding very pleased himself.
Taking in a slow breath. “If our world was normal.” I say shaking my head. “If I wasn’t stuck in hiding because of those Death Eaters.” I add bitterly.
“Well, because of the conflict.” He says sounding a little uncomfortable.
“Because of the conflict they started!” I snap.
“You know you act like there’s a clear good and a clear evil in this war and I can’t help but find it a bit ridiculous.” He says sounding exasperated.
“Oh? So Death Eaters who go around raping people; that’s a gray area?” I ask narrowing my eyes at him.
“This fellow you ran into isn’t the rule Ginny. I’ve chosen to stay out of it for my own reasons, but there is a point to their side.”
“What is that?” I ask making it perfectly clear he’s walking on a dangerous edge.
“Why is the Great Hall of Hogwarts decorated with twelve trees during the yule season every year?” He asks as if that has anything to do with our conversation at all.
“What?” I ask showing my confusion clearly on my face.
“Why twelve?” He asks again as if the answer is simple.
“Because that’s how many that will fit?” I say with a frown.
“They represent the twelve sacred meeting places of our people.” He says sounding disappointed. “You have no idea of the rich and beautiful history and culture your parents deprived you of.”
“And that’s worth segregating from new ideas and people?” She asks shaking her head. “My best friend wouldn’t have a place in their world.”
“The muggleborn thing is the only leg the rebels have to stand on. They keep making this war about that one point. It’s not Ginny. I’m too old to believe my parents stories about muggleborns being anything less than purebloods. It isn’t about their lessness; it’s about their otherness. Why are we forced to change our ways so that they feel more comfortable. If they want to come into our world and have a place why does that mean they get to dictate our ways?”
“No one is trying…” I start but he cuts me off.
“Look at you Ginny, look at the way your friends were treating you. They were giving you muggle limitations, acting as if we’re the same as them, because that’s all they understand. They’ve completely bought into that wizards and muggles are the same. We’re not.”
“So what you’re saying is no one would have a problem with muggleborns as long as they entered the wizard community ready to comply with our traditions?” I ask with a frown. “That’s bull.”
“You’re right everything has gone too far. But that’s because there’s no one on my parent’s side pointing out that we could live with them as long as there was an actual balance.”
“No one would say that to his face. No one would stand up to him, not like that.” I tell him thinking about my time with Tom.
“You talk like you know.” He says and I can hear that he doesn’t believe me. “You’re coming at this from a side that doesn’t know.”
“I know him!” I snap getting to my feet.
Draco-
“You’re right everything has gone too far. But that’s because there’s no one on my parent’s side pointing out that we could live with them as long as there was an actual balance.” I tell her, needing her to see there’s a better way to get what she wants.
“No one would say that to his face. No one would stand up to him, not like that.” She says with such certainty I have to wonder if she’s actually met the Dark Lord.
“You talk like you know.” I say trying to draw-out where this certainty is coming from. “You’re coming at this from a side that doesn’t know.”
“I know him!” She yells and gets to her feet. “I know him!” She repeats shaking her head. “I still have nightmares about opening the fucking chamber and almost killing all my friends!”
I blink, stunned at what she was telling me. Ginny opened the chamber? How could she be the heir of Slytherin? Did it have something to do with the darkness they say is already within her?
“What are you talking about?” I ask knowing I should play dumb about the chamber of secrets.
“Have you ever heard of Lucius Malfoy?” She asks coldly and by her tone, I know she really isn’t a fan of my family.
“He’s one of the Dark Lord’s ranking generals.” I say really not able to claim him as father at this moment in time.
“Well when I was eleven he gave me To… Voldemort’s diary. It contained an aspect of him that overtime possessed me and made me release a very dangerous creature. All the while slowly draining away my life to fuel his resurrection. I’m done with breakfast. Can we Apparate now?” She asks as if her confession was something people did every day.
I look at her for a long time and wonder how on earth I was going to get her to the Dark Lord’s side now? She hates my father and has a personal vendetta against the Dark Lord himself. They really didn’t leave me with a lot to work with.
“I’m sorry Ginny.” I say shaking my head. “You need to calm down first. I’m sorry I brought this all up for you. I just feel like you…” I shake my head.
“Like I what?” She asks more curious angry for the moment.
“You’re letting all that get in your way of seeing the truth.” I say carefully.
“What’s the truth?” She asks folding her arms.
“That all these people are only mortals, and no side is perfect.” I tell her getting to my own feet.
“Which is why you don’t belong to a side?” She asks and I can see that she’s calming.
“Well I’m perfect. It wouldn't be fair.” I tell her making her actually laugh.
“Yeah right. So when are we doing this?” She asks excitedly.
“I guess now.” I tell her as I make my way around the table.
I move behind her and put my arm around her waist. I take out my wand and before she can comment I Apparate us across the country to a wheat field just to be safe.
“It feels different.” She says taking a breath and leaning back against me.
“The hold is a little longer, so you think you could do it?” I ask not wishing to move away from her at the moment.
“Yeah I think so.” She says with a nod and takes a step forward.
I watch as she closes her eyes, focuses before she turns, and Disaparates from the spot. I glance around to make sure she hasn’t left anything behind before I follow in hopes she made it back to my place.
I smile when I find her sitting on the ground on my doorstep smiling from ear to ear.
“Well Miss Weasley, you’re a first class Apparationist.” I tell her as I walk over to sit next to her on the ground. “How do you feel?”
“Like I could do anything.” She said leaning her head on my shoulder. “We may not agree politically Slyer, but you’re a good man.” She tells me happily.
Over the next few days, we do as she’d suggested and take inventory of anything in the house that could be useful. We both note that Blaise has stayed away. Each of us having our own opinions as to why that is exactly.
Once the inventory was done, we start the hard process of moving everything out. It takes all of us to separate trash from anything salvageable and after our third day of lugging both Ginny and I are in dire need of a break.
It’s been two weeks now since she came to stay with me and her clothes are starting to look truly ratty. She’s been using spells to clean them each night and the elves had helped a bit, but I know she needs new clothes.
“Let’s go into town.” I suggest as we set down a magic resistant trunk out in the yard.
“I don’t know about that.” She reminds me playing with her hair.
“We’re wizards.” I remind her again and easily change her hair from auburn to black. “Come on we need a break and I can go into civilization today.” I remind her. “We need to pick up a few potions and other things for this work. We could also get some lunch, and maybe even a couple of new outfits for you.” I say trying to be temping.
She runs her hands over the thin t-shirt and blushes a little. “What if someone recognizes me?” She asks not actually knowing what I’ve done.
“I changed the color of your hair; you’ll blend right in now.” I promise.
With a deep breath, she bites her lower lip then nods with a smile. She’s obviously wanted to get back to a real town for a while.
I take her hand easily and Apparate us to the small wizarding village I first visited when I got to the cottage. We decide to get lunch first and we’re soon sitting together in the small pub I ate in before.
“I feel like I’m being naughty.” She tells me happily, as she runs her hands over the table.
“Lots of rules to keep away from civilization I bet.” I say knowingly as she nods.
When the waitress comes over, I order both of us the special so that she’ll leave quickly and we can get back to enjoying our time.
“Thanks. I don’t feel comfortable talking around people. When most people realize I’m… new people tend to start talking really loud.”
“I can imagine.” I tell her looking around the place for a moment. It was only then I notice something odd. There are way too many patrons for a small place like this, and many of them were glancing at us uncomfortably.
“Ginny?” I ask trying to keep my voice calm as not to tip anyone off that I’ve noted anything.
“Yeah?” She asks obviously hearing the concern in my voice.
“You know I care about you a great deal and anything I haven’t been completely honest about has been born out of my own fears and… and my need to protect you.”
“What are you talking about?” She asks shaking her head.
“When I give the word you need to Apparate out of here.” I tell her firmly.
“What?” She asks her voice now cold, and her body frozen as she listens to the room.
“I don’t know who they are, but…” And that’s when every wizard in the room stood at once.
Ginny-
“Ginny?” He asks straining to keep a calm tone.
“Yeah?” I answer concerned about the sudden change in him.
“You know I care about you a great deal and anything I haven’t been completely honest about has been born out of my own fears and… and my need to protect you.” He says as if he’s willing me to understand, but I have no idea where this is coming from.
“What are you talking about?” I ask him shaking my head.
“When I give the word you need to Apparate out of here.” He orders in a final tone.
“What?” I ask knowing he wouldn’t talk to me like that if there wasn’t something very serious about to happen.
“I don’t know who they are, but…” He starts but is cut off by what seems like every chair in the room screeching against the wooden floor.
“Draco Malfoy.” A clear accusing voice comes from the other side of the room. “You are charged with high crimes against the People of England.”
I blink still frozen to my chair as the man speaks. Draco Malfoy is here? My hand tightens around my wand as I push away the truth of what’s happening.
“Ginny go.” Syler says firmly and my breath catches as I see the young man I knew from school using almost that exact voice.
I only have a moment to think before I stand ready to follow his command. I shake my head knowing I can’t leave without understand what’s going on.
“Grab the girl!” Someone yells making me turn to defend myself from anyone who thinks they’re getting my wand away from me.
“This is Ginny Weasley, you’ll let her go.” Syler says standing as well.
“If that’s Ginny Weasley we have orders to take her in as well, for her own good.” The man answers and I can hear movement as those around me ready stunners or other spells.
Without thinking, I strike first pushing into the closest one to me and stunning him before using his body to take down a second. After that, the world is a chaos of spells and movement. Keeping my new training in mind, I focus my universe down to those in my way. I don’t have time to think as I stun wizard after wizard. Syler had been right; I keep them easily off balance as I toss bodies around.
For a moment, I get a bit too cocky and a spell slams me back against a hard form. When I feel an arm wrap around my waist I know exactly who’s holding me, and I’m not afraid.
“Time to get out of here.” He whispers then Apparates us both far away from the tiny pub.
We go on a bit of a trip as he works to get a trail to a place they won’t follow and ends up somewhere cold in wet. It smells of trash and I figure we’re in an alley of some kind.
“Sorry about that.” He says sounding actually concerned. “I don’t think they’ll follow us here. Too dangerous for them.”
“You’re Draco Malfoy.” I say once I catch my breath. I push aside all the feelings of safety and security in his arms and take a step back from him. “You are fucking Draco Malfoy!” I yell and he quickly puts a hand over my mouth.
“Not a great idea to draw attention to you here Gin.” He says and I feel his body shift back and forth, as he looks around.
I pull back from him again. “Why?” I ask shaking my head. “Why?” I ask again as tears come to my face. “Why?” I stutter out a third time as my back meets a wall.
He sighs but gives me my distance. “At first, I just really liked the way you looked at me.” He says sounding almost lonely. “I really didn’t want to tell you this way.”
“I’m so stupid. They're right; I should be protected from myself.” I say slowly sliding down the wall.
“No. You’re not stupid Ginny.” He says with a sigh. “When I started to see how they were treating you, all I could think about was getting you away from that kind of life. You deserve more.”
“You’re Draco Malfoy.” I tell him again as if he’s forgotten. “Your family represents everything that mine is against. You’re a Death Eater just like Derrick. Why not take me to your Master like he wanted to?” I ask looking up to where I think he is.
There’s a long silence before he speaks again. “I am against everything your family stands for, but not everything they stand for is right Ginny.” He tells me forcefully. “If I was anything like Derrick I would have turned you in the first time we met. I had my chance to take you down right then and there.”
“Why didn’t you?” I ask as I break down in front of him.
“We should go home and really talk about this.” He says not answering my question.
“Why would I go with you?” I ask narrowing my eyes at him. “Why would I ever trust you again?”
“Because I haven’t hurt you Ginny.” He keep using my name as if we’re friends. “Because I still want to help you become the witch I believe you can be.”
“A Dark witch.” I snap.
“A powerful witch.” He answers just as fiercely. “This idea of Dark and Light are dumb and if you get bogged down with them you lose so much. Please Ginny; I’ve never given you a reason to mistrust me.”
“You lied about who you are.” I remind him unable to take any more. “Why are you really staying in that rundown cottage?”
“I’m not talking about this here, you come with me back home or you can figure something out for yourself.” He says his voice suddenly cold.
“You would just let me go?” I asks frowning.
“You’ve never been my prisoner.” He reminds me and I can hear him standing up.
I take in a deep breath and keep a tight hold on my wand. “I’ll meet you there then.” I tell him trying to find my own balance.
“Fine.” He says Disapparating away without another word.
I lean back against the wall to give myself some time to think. If I follow him now, it could still well be a trap, but there are too many unanswered questions I don’t understand.
Draco-
I can’t help but pace when I she doesn’t appear right away. If she’s left, I’m doomed. There were just too many witnesses that we were together, something is going to get back to the Dark Lord and he’ll want answers. But I also know that if I would have forced her to come back with me it would be the end of any kind of trust I can earn back from her. She needs to trust me, trust the real me if we’re both going to get through this now.
Ten minutes later, there’s a popping sound of Apparition and I turn to greet her.
“Thank Merlin yo…” Blaise stands a few feet away, looking at me oddly, for my weird greeting. “What’re you doing here?” I ask changing my tone completely as he isn’t the one I want to see right now.
“I thought I’d given you enough time to cool off.” He says looking me up and down. “Guess I was wrong.”
“Ginny knows the truth.” I tell him bringing a deep frown to his lips.
“How did that happen?” He asks but before I can answer there’s another Apparition just next to him.
I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief even if she looks ready to kill someone.
“Okay I’m here, but you bett… Travis?” She asks sniffing the air before taking a step back from him. “Wait, no not Travis. Some other Death Eater friend of Draco Malfoy.” She says coldly.
“You can call me Blaise, buttercup.” He says as smoothly as ever.
“Okay flaming buttercup, someone needs to start talking.” She says with her fingers firmly locked around her wand.
“You wanted to know why I’m actually staying here and fixing up the old cottage?” I start trying to remember her questions from before.
“I’d more like to know why you played this game at all; why not just give me over to your Master?”
“I’m not in the Dark Lord’s favor at the moment.” I tell her as I try to decide exactly how much of the truth she needs. “If I’d turned you in when I first met you I would have gained some of that favor back, but not enough to really matter to me.”
Blaise gives me a look as if I’m saying too much. “I discovered the Dark Lord’s plans for you, and I felt if I could show you that you could trust someone from our side, that maybe you could join us.”
“You really think I’d ever join Voldemort’s army?” She asks shaking her head. “Let’s leave the fact that they wouldn’t want someone like me, what would I want out of them?”
“Well there’s the fact that both Blaise and I believe you’re a powerful and skilled witch that would be a great asset to either side of this war. You’d be around people that would at least give you a chance Ginny. Not suck in some hole and pitied for some minor flaw. You’d be treated like a witch and with your skill you’d gain rank quickly.”
She shook her head but I could see that my words were being heard. She denied how much she wanted to just be seen as the witch she was, but the idea was now at least planted.
“Look we’re on kind of a timetable now. I thought I’d maybe even have months to really ease you into these ideas, but fate isn’t with us. I’m not sure how long it will be, but when my father calls for me then our time is up.”
“What do you mean?” Both Ginny and Blaise were now frowning at me.
“People saw us together today Ginny, at some point it will get back to the Dark Lord and he’ll want to know where you are. When that time comes you’ll have three choices.” I tell her as forwardly as I can.
“You’re giving her choices?” Blaise asks stepping toward me with a frown.
“You can come with me to see my father and show that you wish to join our side right then and there. You can come with me to the Manor and resist whatever they plan to do to turn you. Or you can run for as long as you’re able.”
“Are you crazy dude?” Blaise almost growls. “Do you know what they’ll do to you if they know you let her go?”
I could always count on my friend to fill in the things I don’t want to say myself. “It will be fine, this is up to Ginny.”
“Until this message comes, you think I’ll be safe here?” Ginny asks frowning slightly in thought.
“I’ll guarantee it. We can continue your training as before. Nothing's really changes but our timetable.”
“Yeah and the fact you’re probably going to get my best friend killed.”
“Blaise.” I snap as if I’m angry with him harping on my fate. “It’s not as bad as all of that.”
Her head turns between the two of us for a moment before she nods. “I need a walk.” She says and takes a deep breath. “But I’ll be back for dinner.” She promises after a moment, and then heads off into the woods alone.
We both watch her go and I can’t help but be amazed with the fact that after everything that’s happened in the last month, she still has no fear.
Once I’m sure she can’t hear us I look to Blaise. “You were perfect, thanks.” I tell him heading inside to start to get some work done. It was only then that my stomach reminds me I didn’t get lunch.
“Teeny, I need two sandwiches.” I call towards the kitchen before heading up the stairs.
“You really think she’ll come back? You really think you can still get her to join our side?” Blaise asks curiously.

“I need you on any incoming intel from this area Blaise. I want to know our side has it before my father knows.” I say instead of answering the dumb question. I’m a Malfoy; we don’t simply give up on good plans.
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