False Prophet
A/N: This was going to be a drabble in the beginning, but it eventually grew and turned into this. Draco/Ginny is too much fun.
"They" are the Death Eaters, by the way.
False Prophet
He grabbed her hand and dragged her away; she was still in her nightclothes with unkempt hair and unfocused eyes, but, nevertheless, she followed him, trusting the soon-to-be-broken promise of salvation and the slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. Her family was long gone now; they had been taken by Them, and though he was one of Them, she relied on their past (and, she hoped, their future) to keep her safe. Despite the ungodly hour and fear in her heart, her eyes were sparkling and her heart was pounding. This was it. She was finally leaving with him; she could-would-finally be his and his alone. The early-morning sun shining in her eyes, though, prevented her from seeing the true intentions written all over his face.
She was led to a huge house with stained-glass windows and the appearance of safety; she assumed that it was his and followed him inside. Once within, she saw that it was immaculate, the white walls were gleaming and the trinkets and vases and paintings arranged throughout the rooms were spotless. She lowered herself onto a emerald-green couch, leaving a streak of dirt where she sat, and he smirked at her and it was good. She never left.
Years later, when They had finally won and barely anyone like her was left, she would regret her staying and ask herself how she could ever have been so foolish. She couldn't leave now-her future was sealed and she was safe, for the time being, at least-but she entertained the idea often before dismissing it as unwise. She asked him again and again why he took her, and he told her again and again that she chose to come and that it was her fault that she was manipulated. He was innocent. And, again and again, she believed him and believed in him. She would be nothing without him.
Any hope that she had once possessed was now gone and transferred to him. He regarded her with sarcasm and loathing, looking down at her though she was nearly as tall as he. The sun must have always been shining in her eyes, because, time and time again, she willingly walked into his traps and never saw him for what he truly was. With every twist and every turn, she stayed with him even as he pushed her aside. But, as battered and broken as she had been in the beginning, she finally and desperately realized that she wouldn't have it any other way.
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