All right, first off, I am going to start by saying that I am probably finished with my first story, Room Mates. However, I did not end that story in vain. All of you who have read it have probably identified that no real plot was established, except to bring the two students closer together, and that has already been done in the context. Again and again I have struggled trying to add new chapters, and as much as it pains me to stop, it must be done. If I did finish writing it, all it would be is a sappy love story, with no plot. Thus, I have introduced this story. This story is not a continuation of my last, and is completely different than it as well. I think most of you may find that this story is much more interesting. I hope you choose to read it, and if you do, you may even decide that you like it ;-).
Main Characters: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy
Year at Hogwarts: Ginny's Sixth, Draco's Seventh
Ages: Ginny- 16, Draco- 17
Spoilers: Eventually all four books
Genre: This will, potentionally, turn out to be a very dark fic. Angst and Romance ahead, and even a few snogs, if you're lucky
Rating: PG-13 for now, may be R later chapters
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter
I would also like you to pay close attention to the dream sequences, as they are essential to the story and plot.
Chapter One: A Plan Woven With Intricate Weaves of Deception and Lies
Ginny Weasley had been shuffling past crowds of students impatiently for what seemed like hours on the Hogwarts express. Today marked the first day of sixth year, and of course, she had to be late on the train. Fred and George had volunteered to drive her, Ron, Harry, and Hermione to Platform Nine and Three Quarters because her father couldn't get out of work and her mother was "busy." "Figures…" she mumbled impatiently, and after nearly fifteen minutes of trying to find a compartment, and since the train had started going, which caused her to nearly lose her balance and fall over, she finally decided on the last empty one, the farthest one from the front of the express.
Exhausted, she seated herself down and looked out the window. Looking at the scenery, she thought to herself, "You could never tell it was only September, since there is already snow frosted on the trees. This year had been a particularly peculiar one for winter, and for summer, to say the least. It's near freezing in August, if this is fall, then I do wonder what this winter will be like? (Of course, unbeknownst to Ginny herself, someone had already slid open her compartment door, and was clearing their throat very loudly, to say the least. Obviously, not having gotten her attention, this person became very impatient…) Will it be perhaps warmer, since the temperature ("Weasley…") has been changing so ("Weasley…") dramatically lately? Or perhaps it might just get colder and ("Weasley!") colder and colder until we all melt into an…"
"WEASLEY!" Having been snapped out of her lull, she stared at the person who had addressed her.
Draco Malfoy.
Even though she hated him and he totally infuriated her, to say the least, she decided to stay cool, just to piss him off, mind you, and said calmly,
"Oh, hello, sorry, I didn't see you there. What do you want?"
He looked at her bitterly, and said, rather arrogantly, "For you to go away. This is my compartment, and I don't want a Weasley to dirty it up." He spat her family name out like it was a filthy cussword, and stared at her, obviously believing that that was going to get her to leave.
It wasn't.
She laughed and said, very coolly, "Your compartment? I'm sorry; I guess I wasn't aware that you owned the whole train now. Did your father have to go and buy that now, too?" His face was screwed up in anger, and she smiled triumphantly to herself. Any day where she could piss Malfoy off was a very productive and satisfying day.
His glare didn't last long though, and was immediately replaced with a cruel smirk,
"You of all people shouldn't be talking about money, Weasley. After all, we all know that money always seems to shy away from your family."
For a moment, she was hurt, but it was quickly replaced with the fuel to hurt him worse. She was just tired of always being looked down upon because of being poor, and she knew her brother, Ron, had to go through the same bullshit with Malfoy. She decided she was just going to have to feed him his own medicine,
"Yeah, and love and compassion certainly seem to shy away from yours."
She looked at him for trails of any kind of emotion, but she saw nothing. Blank. Turning back towards her window again, Draco finally decided to seat himself into the seat across from her, as far away as possible. He looked out the window with an unfeeling gaze, and said coldly,
"I don't need love from anybody."
Well, she really hadn't expected that from him, he was totally brainwashed! Well, it was probably totally normal for him to be unloved, she had met his dad. His dad certainly didn't show any care for him in public, so who knows what could be happening at their manor? Oh well, Ginny really didn't care and she decided to just give up, since she wasn't going to get anywhere with him on any subject whatsoever. She decided to just take a short nap; she already had her robes on. So, she slept, and dreamt…
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She was in a very large dark room, and standing in the middle were two men, clad in black robes. She couldn't see their faces, but she just sort of… knew they couldn't be women. As she stepped closer to the two of them, she felt a very cold feeling wash over her, akin to a bucket of ice being poured over her body. She soon realized she had felt this way before, during her first year at Hogwarts. She was in the midst of something evil, and this was clearly not an ordinary dream. Everything seemed so vivid and real. She had had these types of dreams before, and just like the last time, they succeeded in scaring her to death. She didn't want to be witnessing this, and she prayed to every god, goddess, and saint she knew to get out.
"Have you obtained the girl yet?" the man on the left asked, circling the other man.
"Not yet, Master. But I promise I will have her soon, very soon." Master, had he called him? She pricked her ears to hear him better.
"Very well, and what is your plan for the boy?"
"I will have the boy sent back here, and I will have him watch over her so she doesn't wander off. I normally wouldn't want to associate my son with her… type, and under any other circumstances I wouldn't, but I felt it would be best to have him keep watch of her. After all, he will be one of us by the end of his school year, and I see no problem with him carrying out an order a bit early. It is never too early to start them serving you, my lord." He bowed to the man, and raised his head, obviously trying to keep eye contact for reasons out of respect.
"Have you a story to tell Albus Dumbledore as a valid excuse for the students?"
"That I do, Master. I will tell him that I am sending the boy off to Durmstrang Academy to finish out his seventh year."
"I see, but what of the girl? How are you going to convince both of her parents and Dumbledore that she is in good hands?"
"Ah, I have yet another plan devised for that. As you may know, I am forced to work with her father, so it was pretty easy to get a strand of his hair, and I mixed up a Polyjuice potion. I am planning on going into Dumbledore's office, disguised as the father, of course, and telling him that we want to send the girl off to Beauxbatons for the remainder of the year. And of course, you know I won't be telling the students of this, as the whole plan is to have Potter and his peers lured here, to sort of… "rescue" her." He laughed at his own cleverness, despite the nature of his words. His laugh was cold and harsh and threatening, it reminded Ginny of a dangerous winter storm, destroying the crops and the land. He continued, however, and kept his voice steady.
"I will have her send a few letters later into the school year, and I will make sure that she drops enough clues. I do not want her to reveal her exact location; however, as it will take time to get all of the affairs in order. In the meantime, I will make sure she stays as comfortable as possible, providing her with the most luxurious belongings as possible. So, what will the parents think, you ask? Dumbledore will have no need to contact the family, since he thinks it was all their idea, so they will think their beloved daughter is still safe, at school, enjoying her sixth year." The man bared a glittering smile which reminded Ginny of the beloved Cheshire Cat. He awaited his answer.
"Is the boy aware he is to be sent home?"
"Yes, I told him before I saw him off at the train station. I did not explain to him the true purpose of coming home, I want him to be willing to come with me. I am coming to pick him up in the early morning, by then I will already have her."
"Very good, I am pleased. You've done your work well, and you will be highly rewarded if everything works the way you've planned. And if things don't work out… well… let's just say your punishment won't be very pleasant in the least."
"Very well, Master, I understand completely. All we can do now is wait for the appropriate time. I will have her soon enough." The dream slowly faded away, and the scene abruptly changed back to the express.
Ginny awoke with a start, panting. Everything in her dream seemed so real…and somehow the men seemed oddly familiar. Deciding to leave it be, after a few minutes it had been forgotten and well out of her mind. She shook her head and looked over at Draco, who was sleeping. It was rather amusing to watch him sleep, and ironically frightening at the same time. He looked almost… angelic. Angelic? Of course not, he looked nothing of the sort! He looked evil. Bad. Mean. Terrible. Sexy… SEXY?! No, never sexy… never! But, no matter how much she tried to deny it, the way his soft, white-blonde hair brushed past his forehead and dipped down comforted her in some way. Suppose, maybe he looked more human this way.
After about ten more minutes, the train came to a stop. Draco woke up immediately, and glared at her nastily before picking his things up in a huff and brushing past her. "So much for comforting," she thought, sighing. She glared at his back and gathered her things, descending the steps from the train.
*****
The Great Hall looked amazing as always, the food looking absolutely delicious and the first years were waiting patiently in a small cluster to be sorted. Ginny remembered vividly her first sorting, and how nervous she was, just in case it would place her in Slytherin. She remembered how relieved she was to be sorted into Gryffindor, and how happy her brothers had been. Speaking of brothers… "Where's Ron?" she thought, looking around. She spotted him sitting a few chairs away with Hermione and… Harry. They waved at her and invited her to join them, which she declined. She was tired of their little tight woven pack they had, which she never seemed to be able to penetrate during summer at the Burrow.
Dinner seemed to pass by pretty boring for Ginny; she really didn't have anyone to talk to. The students in her year were too busy with each other to pay any attention to her, and everything seemed a lot different for her this year. Every year previous to this one she would usually sit by Ron so she would have someone to talk to. Ginny knew that the main reason Ron made her sit by him wasn't because he actually wanted her company, but it was so he could watch her, and just be the usual over-protective brother he was. This year, though, Ron seemed to notice that Ginny could take care of herself pretty well, and he decided to lay off her a bit. It didn't mean that he didn't love her anymore, he just learned to accept the fact that the baby was growing up.
After dinner, the first years were sorted. Margot Zabini, younger sister to Blaise Zabini, went to Slytherin. A shy, mousy haired girl named Madison Banks went to Hufflepuff, Rachel Maguire went to Ravenclaw, and Silvia Knickles went to Gryffindor. Ginny and her fellow students clapped respectively as the remaining students were to be sorted. She looked over at Ron, again, who was animatedly chatting with Hermione. With a quick flash of jealousy caused by her own loneliness, Ginny turned back to her plate as the last students were to be called. The ceremony ended with twin brothers Tobias and Dominick Ravenna, who were both sorted to Slytherin.
*****
Having decided to skip the going on's in the common room and go straight to bed after dinner; Ginny's sleep did not come easily. Her mind seemed to fill with endless possibilities of what might happen this year. After all, it was her sixth year. She seemed to look forward to this year more than any other, even though it wasn't even her last, she almost… dreaded having to face seventh year. Thinking about facing next year practically alone seemed to frighten her worst. "Everyone is going to be gone…" she thought. "I mean, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Neville…" Of course, she was trying her hardest not to focus on… "Harry!" her mind shouted. Harry! "No! I will not… I cannot… I don't need to think about him, he isn't worth it… I figured out a long time ago that he wasn't going to return my feelings, and I'll be damned if I spend the rest of my life chasing after someone who doesn't love me."
Deciding sleep was definitely the best choice for her, she closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh, what a year this will be…" Of course, she hadn't even the slightest idea what her life would be like this year, or what sort of plans people had in mind. She flipped over on her side, but soon found she couldn't breathe, as a hand was placed over her mouth. Panicking, she tried screaming.
"Ssshhhhh… you are not to speak, girl! And, don't even try to resist, I tried to warn you with the visions, didn't you understand? And, once I have you in my hands, you will no longer be Ginny Weasley, but Virginia instead. After all, I can't have one of my subjects have such a horrid name!"
Squirming and struggling, and even though she was told not to, Ginny, sorry, I mean, "Virginia" tried everything to get away. But, she soon learned that resistance was not an option, as a cloth soaked in chloride was pressed up against her face. The world as she known it had soon faded to black…
( Alright, that was probably pretty confusing to you, but I PROMISE the next chapter will be much better, much more easy to understand, and much more interesting, since this chapter was full of clichés, and I also promise I will try to keep this story as original and cliché-free as possible! Please review, and tell me if I should continue. I love you all! )