A Hazy Shade of Winter

Summary: They had used and abused her, so she turned to the dark side. But who is there to try and convince her to return? D/G

Authors Note:Hi all. You might recognise this fic because it is a REPOST. I posted FOUR chapters previously, but now I decided on a fresh start because I honestly loved this fic and want to do it properly. Anyway, reviews will really help. – Smiles -

Disclaimer:I do not own the plot. I do not own the characters. These all belong to the genius we know as J.K.Rowling.

Chapter One: Betrayal

'Forget the lies they told you Ginny, for lies were told. They tricked you, destroyed your spirit and all so you would risk you're life for them. They used you. Does that sound loyal to you Ginny? Does that sound fair?'

Her eyes were large brown orbs, a symbol of innocence and purity, but behind them lurked a monster not yet to be unleashed.

'…And is it really that bad Ginny? Fighting for the purity of our blood? The longer we let these mudbloods infect our world, the less powerful we become. Ginny, we will treat you like a princess; respect you the way you deserve.'

Hands clumsily packed her garments together; shaking with nerves they clasped the lock, once, twice, thrice. The voices echoed up the stairs, she couldn't make out much of the conversation. Whenever she was within 200 metres conversations took on a mysterious, secretive air. She descended the stairs, carefully shutting the large door behind her. As she walked away from the headquarters she heard a small voice ask 'Who was that?'

She would head to the Malfoy Manor, the meeting place for all deatheaters with nowhere else to go. The sun had set less than an hour ago and the chilly afternoon took on a bitter turn. She tugged her black jacket tightly around her small body, tightening the hood over her flaming red hair. Her eyes held little expression, but her face told of the horrors she had seen and been through. Still strikingly beautiful, her features were small and sharp, skin smooth, pale and porcelain it made her seem like a made her seem like a beautiful doll. It was her eyes that gave her away, her mother had always commented on the strangeness of them. Large and very dark brown, almost black, they had been so different from her families. As a little girl this had been a sensitive issue as she strived to imitate her brothers, but now, now anything that severed the links between her and the Weasley's was most welcome. Thick heels clicking against the path Ginny froze outside the looming shadow of the Malfoy Manor. Her insides squirmed guiltily, never did she think she would do anything like this, but as she picked up her luggage and headed towards the door she shoved those feelings aside.

'Tonight we welcome a new deatheater into our ranks…' Lucius Malfoy's voice cut through the chatter. Draco curiously glanced up from his schooner of beer to listen. '…and although I assure you that this young lady's presence will come as a surprise to most, let me warn you she is a most valuable asset to our fight!' he continued, eyes drifting across the crowds, pausing for a moment on his sons. '…She will be arriving any minute now and if I hear of anybody being less than welcoming they will be punished!'

Draco frowned into his drink; the order hadn't mentioned anything about somebody new coming into the deatheater ranks. Obviously being the opposing side they weren't usually privileged with this information, but Draco knew if his father had bothered to introduce this woman she must be of some importance. And if she were important then usually the Order would know.

Draco scowled as he saw Blaise Zabini stroll lazily across the room towards him. Blaise had been a good mate at Hogwarts, but as Draco began to realize the rashness of his father's world, Blaise had embraced it.

'Here that Malfoy? New chicks in the ranks…wonder if she's hot…' Blaise drawled, leaning against a stool.

Draco smirked at him, "Try and get you're mind out of the gutter for one minute would you Zabini, you'll see for yourself in a moment anyway…" Draco replied as he watched his father hurry out of the room.

A thick silence filled the room as people began to clump together, gossiping about who this mystery woman was. Draco noticed them first, entering the room quietly; the woman was quite small, wearing a dark coat. His father noticed the woman's hesitation and softly grabbed her arm, pulling her onto the stage.

His stomach churned uneasily as he watched his father's smirk. He knew that look; it was only when something very good had happened that he saw that look.

"May in introduce to you all, the newest deatheater into our ranks…Miss Ginerva Weasley"

As he watched the woman pull of her coat, letting thick scarlet hair tumble down her back Draco breathed a sigh of relief. 'It was all the order's doing then!' He tried to catch her eye, but as he slowly studied her face he began to wonder. 'Why hadn't they informed him about Ginny spying for them?'

Draco sat down on a chair roughly, eager to get away and either talks to her or somebody from the order. It didn't make sense, how come his father had trusted her so easily? She must have given him reason too…and from what he knew Ginny Weasley wasn't the best actress. In fact he didn't know much about Ginny Weasley…she was always the quiet one in the corner at the meetings, dark eyes roaming the room, studying the occupants. Draco frowned.

'Why am I not surprised to see you here Malfoy?' a soft voice questioned him.

Draco whipped around to find Ginny Weasley standing in front of him, a very unattractive smirk plastered on her face.

"I would guess Weasley, it's because I am a deatheater…" Draco replied carefully.

She smirked at him again and leant in a bit closer. "You and I both know how far from the truth that is don't we?"

Draco's heart thumped. What if this wasn't a plan from the order? What if the Gryffindor princess had joined the dark side by her own will?

She sat next to him, hand resting near his knee. "But for now that's our little secret, eh?"

To some that parting comment may have seemed reassuring if it had not been for the look she had given him. Draco Malfoy was officially fucked.

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