So this is my new story, a response to Mell8's story challenge. and for those of you reading my other story, no i haven't stopped that one or anything, this one just came to me and i had to do it.

Full challenge:

Requirements-

-D/G/B dark fic
-Draco and Blaise are evil, Voldemort loving or just Dark loving wizards
-Ginny is an innocent
-Through some turn of events Draco and Blaise manage to co-opt Ginny into their lives permanently

No-no's-

-Ginny's time in the Chamber/Tom Riddle effecting her or Ginny having Dark tendencies beforehand

Preferences (but not requirements)-

-No main character death, (ie. D/G/B are all still together at the end of the fic)
-Torture is fine if that fits your plot but I'd prefer if D/G/B are still beautiful at the end of their torture session.

And for those of you who think that this will hinder my other stories, think again, I shall be loyally updating both.

So here we go: Dusk and Summer

Chapter one:

And she smiled in a big way
the way a girl like that smiles

when the world is hers

and she held your eyes

out in the breezeway

"She doesn't even recognize us, Blaise," he whined softly.

"Patience, my love, she's only sixteen," Blaise replied, equally soft.

Draco made a face. "She's been sixteen for seven months now!" he protested.

"Yes, she does generally tend to stay one age for about twelve months, most people do, you know," Blaise replied with a hint of a grin.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm tired of waiting."

"I know, my pet, I know. But we can't rush it, especially after what happened last time." Blaise insisted, moving closer to Draco on the windowsill in Blaise's private Head boy dorm room.

Draco winced at the reminder.

"Don't fret, dragon, it will work better this time; these are new times," he consoled, nuzzling Draco's neck.

"Why hasn't she remembered yet?"

"We are very insignificant in her life now…not like last time…she has not seen us enough to remember."

"Then I will help her remember," Draco said fiercely.

"Alas, Draco. You cannot do that. You know the rules."

"It is time!"

Blaise laughed in his soft mysterious way. "You did always have something for her that I just could not give you," he said darkly.

"It's not like that, Blaise," Draco replied quickly, turning to face his lover. "We both need her, you know that. You need her just as much as I do. You're just good at hiding it, I'm not," he said, looking straight into his eyes.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," he sighed.

"She is perfect," Draco whispered, moving his hands down Blaise's body. "But you are perfect as well. We are just so much more all together; that's all I meant," he explained tenderly.

Blaise melted. Of course, Draco was right. He had also been suffering anxiety in waiting for the girl; they were both at the end of their nerves.

When Draco took him, he imagined her body there as well, lying on the bed while Blaise pleasured her with his mouth, like they used to. Blaise clenched the sheets, squeezing his eyes, imagining Draco taking the girl from behind while she pleasured him with her mouth, like they used to.

They didn't talk afterwards, both knowing they weren't enough for each other, but both knowing they still needed each other like they needed air.

"I don't think I can stand much more of this," Draco said finally.

"Patience, we can't rush things again." Draco sighed; Blaise was right.

They had to watch her with Potter a few months after that, it was revolting. How could their angel be with filth such as the likes of Harry-bloody-Potter? Potter, who did not know her body as they did, who could not begin to share with her what they did. But she seemed happy so, disgustedly, they did not complain.

It was nigh half a year later, at the beginning of their seventh year, before another of Draco's outbursts. They had stopped midway through; they both needed her so bad!

"This is ridiculous. I love your body, but I just can't do this without her anymore," Blaise sighed.

"I know! This is bullshit, Blaise! I've got to have her."

"I want her too."

"Then let's go get her!"

"No, Draco, patience! How many times must I tell you?"

"I'm beginning to wonder if you even want her at all!" he said suddenly, jumping to a sitting position on the bed.

"Of course I do!"

"Then let's go!" Draco roared.

"And have it end like last time? There's only two more weeks before she's seventeen, just wait!"

"That's just it, there's only two more weeks! What would it hurt?"

"You did this last time! You tried too soon and it ended like it did!" Blaise yelled back. He instantly regretted his words. Draco winced at the reminder that it had all been his fault. "I didn't mean to say that," Blaise said.

"Oh, yeah? Then what did you mean?" Draco replied coldly. He didn't wait for a reply but stood up and began dressing. "I'm going for a walk," he muttered sullenly.

"Where are you going?" Blaise asked. Draco didn't answer as he walked straight out the door.

He walked moodily, brooding and kicking every stray rock in his path in the courtyard. His feet took him methodically to a bench in the far corner, largely hidden by a shrubbery. They needed her. Blaise was right; this was ridiculous! He loved Blaise's body, but neither of them could perform the whole act anymore without thinking of her and being too weak from remembering to continue.

This was stupid. Then, he saw her. She walked into the courtyard, laughing, in the middle of a group of her laughing friends. They sat and stood on and around a bench across the courtyard. Nothing was stopping him from going to her…He could touch her, just for a second. He would tell her, and she would remember…just one second, that was all he needed. He got up before he could discourage himself.

"And did you see the look on her face? Classic!" Neville said, to everyone's amusement. They all laughed and made their way to their favorite bench in the courtyard.

"And, Ginny, that was priceless!" Parvati complimented.

"Thank you, thank you," she said in playful haughtiness. They reached their bench and Neville, Parvati and Ginny sat while Seamus and Dean remained standing.

"How long is this break, again?" Seamus asked, digging inside his bag.

"Thirty," Dean answered. They all chatted amicably for a few minutes, abusing Professors Alecto and Amycus when Parvati said,

"Look who's coming." She nodded her head to Draco Malfoy, who was striding purposefully towards them.

"What does he want?" Seamus growled at the three sitting down.

"Yeah, because we talk to him all the bloody time," Neville said sarcastically. "How should we know?"

"He's looking right at you!" Dean said to Ginny. She looked up. He was looking at her, making intense eye contact.

"What did you do?" Parvati asked.

"I haven't talked to him all year!" she protested, confused, but unable to look away from his cold eyes. She stood, ready to confront him, but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he was in front of her, much to close. She could feel his heart beat against her chest. He put a hand on her face and bent his head to her ear as his lips grazed her earlobe.

"Remember," he whispered huskily. And then he was gone. Ginny stood staring after him in shock. After a few seconds, she sat back down heavily, still confused. Her friends looked back and forth at Draco's retreating back and Ginny.

"What was that about?" Neville asked indigently. Ginny shook her head.

"I…don't…know," she said slowly.

"Well, whatever it was, it was weird," Parvati concluded.

"Seriously," Ginny agreed. And the incident was dropped. Ginny continued to talk with her friends, but she couldn't help but think about what had happened. What was she supposed to remember? She had never done anything with Malfoy or to him, for that matter. Alas, there was the bell for class and she, with much concentration, managed to push it from her mind.

"Where did you go?" Blaise asked as they walked to their next class.

"To the courtyard."

"You look in a better mood," Blaise said, watching him carefully for reaction.

"…Yes." He was better. The encounter with her had done him good, he had just needed to touch her for all that familiar power and lust to rise in him again; a feeling he sorely missed. And she probably already remembered, too.

Their next class was Dark Arts and Ginny was in it. Apparently she was very quick; she had been boosted up a year, allowed to go straight from OWL to NEWT level. She would probably walk straight up to them the moment she arrived.

"We'll get her soon, my love," Blaise said encouragingly as they took a seat. He kissed Draco's cheek, leaving him feeling slightly guilty for going behind Blaise's back.

Ginny and her group were some of the last to arrive. They took seats across the room from him and Blaise. Draco looked at her.

The professor walked in and started talking, but Draco couldn't pay attention; he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She had to have remembered by now so why wasn't she looking at him?

Eventually, she felt him looking and looked up and met his gaze. She shot him a confused look. He raised an eyebrow. She looked even more confused. Then Blaise caught on.

"What are you doing?" he hissed, elbowing Draco.

"Nothing!" he replied hastily, looking down at his closed textbook. Blaise looked up and Ginny looked at him, too, confused.

"Fuck, Draco! What did you do?" he said angrily.

"Nothing!" he denied, again.

"I swear to God, Draco…" he threatened emptily.

As soon as class was over, Blaise dragged him out of the room before they could talk to anyone, straight to their next class. There was a fifteen-minute break so as soon as the previous occupants of their next class had filtered out of the hallway, Draco and Blaise stood alone.

"What did you do?" Blaise demanded.

"All I did was walk up to her! I said one word, and walked away," Draco said defensively.

Blaise's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. "What did you say to her?"

Draco didn't reply.

"Draco!"

"I said…I said 'remember,'" he confessed.

"Oh, Draco," Blaise sighed in resignation. Draco stood in a defensive pose, his arms folded across his chest.

"It's only two weeks!"

"That's what you said last time. And do you remember what happened then? Shall I remind you, Draco?" Draco was quiet for a few moments before he replied.

"Well it's of no matter now, what's done is done."

XOXOXOXOXOXO

R&R :]