Ginny
When I woke up, dazed and confused, the first thing I noticed was the dark. It was too dark. I didn't like it. Then I wondered what had happened to me. Maybe I had been saved by Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Maybe my family was okay. Maybe it was all just a dream, anightmare. I thought in my delirious state.
My hope of it being a dream vanished as the large mahogany door in the far corner of the room opened, blinding me for a few seconds. I put my hand up to my eyes and when I took it away I saw a tan little house elf at the door, peeking inside. Upon seeing me conscious it hobbled in with a silver platter.
The weary little thing looked so scared; he couldn't even look me in the eye. He looked at the floor and set the silver tray on my legs. With a snap of his fingers the chandelier hanging from the high ceiling lit up, revealing the rest of the room to me.
It was large, perhaps one of the biggest rooms I'd ever seen, excluding the Great Hall. The walls were dark emerald with a white trim. As for furniture, other than the large bed I laid in, there wasn't much: a nightstand with a mirror, a small chair by the large window with the curtains closed. There was also a large telescope sitting off to the side.
"Pardon, Miss," said the elf in a quiet, hoarse voice, "But Master said to give Miss this." He quickly took a crisp white envelope from his sack-like clothing and shoved it in my direction, averting his eyes as I gently took it from him.
The elf's eyes widened and he ran out of the room, hitting his head, and leaving the door shut tight. I heard a small click, a lock closing.
On the tray the elf gave me were eggs, bacon, and toast. There was also a goblet of pumpkin juice. It looked very fresh and delicious, but I was more interested in the letter.
I ignored the food and opened the envelope, ripping the deep red wax seal. The letter inside was written in still-fresh onyx ink.
Ginevra Weasley,
Welcome, Ginevra, to your new home. The Dark Lord has decided to spare you from your fate and allow you to live here, with me.When you are done eating your breakfast you are to follow Mipsy, the house elf who delivered all this to you, down to the Study to discuss some impending issues with my father and I. I would advise you to not attempt to escape; as we have guards everywhere and very powerful charms in place.
Welcome home,
Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy! I was in his home? Why in the world would Voldemort spare me? If the Malfoys thought I'd tell them one thing about Harry or the others, they were dead wrong. It's not as if I'd known anything, anyway. They wouldn't tell me anything.
I reread the note furiously and didn't notice Mipsy slink back in.
"Miss? Miss, I beg Miss's pardon but Mipsy must take Miss to see Master Malfoy and the Young Master in the Study," Mipsy was shaking with fear by the time he had finished.
Poor thing, it's no wonder he's scared all the time, living with the Malfoys,I thought with pity.
I nodded wordlessly, placed the tray to the side, and slowly slunk out of the large bed, weary of my own balance. I followed Mipsy out of the room and through the huge maze of a mansion. Mipsy stopped and pointed to the door closest to us, a signal for me to continue inside without him. Before I entered I resolved to extract from Malfoy any information I could about where my parents and family where.
I walked in to find Lucius Malfoy at his desk looking over papers, acting like he hadn't just killed only Merlin knows how many innocent Muggles, and Malfoy lounging on a small chair that looked like it cost more than my life.
Draco
Where was she? I thought as I paced the length of the Study again and again. I had sent Mipsy to her room with breakfast and her instructions over twenty minutes ago. I couldn't sit straight. I couldn't think. What if she did try to escape? What if she got hurt? There were wards and spells in place that would make sure she got hurt, no question. What if-?
"Draco you must stop that incessant pacing, it's unbecoming of a Malfoy," My father snapped in a tight, annoyed voice. He went back to scanning business documents,
I gave a huff and plopped down on an ornate chair up against the wall. Just then, the Study door creaked open, and Ginevra stepped in, her face scrunched up in what looked like determination.
My father looked up, just for a moment, and motioned for her to sit in the large black leather seat in the middle of the room. She flared up, so angry it almost seemed as if her hair was bristling, like a cat. She proceeded to question my father as if he were the captive.
"Where's my family? My parents, my brothers? Did you-" he cut her off.
"Enough!" My father hissed in a clipped voice. He pulled out his wand and held it high. "Sit, Miss Weasley. We have matters to discuss. I am not above using Imperio, either, so I suggest you do as I say."
She sat. Glaring at my father, she asked with venom in her voice, "So what's this about? Going to torture me before you kill me? Well, I don't know anything, so you can Crucio me all you want."
"No, Miss Weasley, I'm not going to torture you for information," my Father sighed in annoyance. "For some reason the Dark Lord wishes to experiment with you. You see, Miss Weasley, most Pure Bloods are given a choice; join the Dark Lord and live, or resist and die. The Dark Lord thinks if we can readjust your mind we can do it to most everyone, allowing them to live and help create a new generation of Wizard, one so strong and loyal no others will dare go against him. For this trial plan to be carried out in full, you must marry my son, Draco."
She laughed. Actually laughed. The sweet, tinkling sound I would listen for closely as I strutted down the corridors of Hogwarts, mocking me. I clenched my fist.
"Come off it. Me and the ferret? You'd sooner live as a Muggle than see your only son marry a 'filthy Blood Traitor' and I'm sure Malfoy would be much more happy with that pug-looking slag on his arm. What's her name? Pansy," she giggled some more.
My father grimaced at her words, knowing them to be true. Well, half true. I would never prefer Pansy to Ginevra. "Miss Weasley, I assure you I couldn't agree more. However, I do not have a choice in the matter."
She became sober immediately. "You- you're not serious?" she sputtered. "Oh, my God. I.. No! No, I won't!"
My Father smirked. "Ah, I thought you might say that. Which is why your brothers and parents are being held in Azkaban; if you refuse or try to escape or prove to be, ah, difficult they will be given the Dementor's Kiss."
At this she looked directly at me. I hadn't thought she noticed me until then. The look she gave me was one of hatred and sorrow. She blamed me for this. A small pang went through my chest, but I ignored it. She should be thanking me; if it wasn't for me she'd be in Azkaban with her Blood Traitor family, or worse.
She'd get used to me, to us. She'd love me. She'd want me. She'd be mine. I swear it. There was no 'or else'.
While Father continued to explain the rules he expected she keep until the ceremony, she reverted her eyes from me and stared at her hands, clasped in her lap. I, however, was still very keen on watching her.
"You're not to leave your room unless escorted. Of course, once the marriage takes place, you'll be free to roam about the Manor as you wish- only a few rooms will be off limits. Those will pointed out to you. However, leaving the grounds will be strictly prohibited without an escort," he said. "The marriage will be announced within the week, at the ball my wife, Narcissa, is holding; there's no need for you to attend, we'll simply say you've taken ill. I believe that is all for now, Miss Weasley. You may go."
She looked a little unsure of what to do. I moved to get up and escort her, but the door opened and Mipsy stepped in. Ginevra rose from her seat and quickly exited, the stupid little creature on her heals.
I was in a foul mood for the rest of the evening.
A/N: Here it is: New Chapter Two! This one has less alterations, I think. I do like it better, and I hope you do, too!
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