Ch.2 Strong Wine
The doors seemed to open by themself scaring Ginevra shitless. 'Idiot! He's obviously also a wizard. I can be so dense some time' She scowled at herself as she entered the enormous room. She glanced around the room looking for the mysterious swordsman. Her eyes fell upon an ancient looking overstuffed armchair the color of freshly spilt blood. Perched upon the armchair with a bemused look on his face sat the swordsman wearing a full suit of armor that gleamed gold in the dimly light room. A helmet sat upon the oak coffee table near his elbow, next to a pair of gauntlets. His long sword leaned against the red chair, its hilt encrusted with gleaming gems.
Damn, he looked gorgeous and more romantic than he had in the vision. Gleaming hair almost the color of silver lay tangled resting on his broad shoulders. His face was equally broad and exotic, with a perfect Roman nose set in the middle of his face and cheekbones so high and sharp they could grate any female's heart into pate.
He turned to look as she entered, one brow lifted, his eyes a smoky gray that gave his roguish features a hint of the caring romanticism that had to be in him.
"You just sit around in a full set of armor?" Hell, she'd kill for a can opener right now. Her mind seemed to be blanking on any spells that would work.
"Doesn't it scratch?"
"It's magicked. I've worn less comfortable Madame's Malkin's robe's" He squinted at her through the smoke curling from his cigar resting slightly on his lips. "Don't believe I know you. And I thought I knew every female in this area." White teeth flashed. Flickering ashes into an ashtray that looked like it was worth more than her parents' house. His hand was big, square, and scared, but his lips looked impossibly erotic as they closed once again around the cigar.
She dragged her wandering attention away from all the ideas starting in the darkest parts of her mind. "I'm Ginevra Weasley." A look of bewilderment crossed his features but in another moment was gone and she was wondering if it was just the light. How was she supposed to explain her vision and why she came to him without sounding like a bigger idiot than usual. "I'm new here."
The swordsman stood and started to extend his hand for her to shake, he must have thought of something because he quickly brought his hand back to his side before she reached out to shake it. "I'm... I'm... I'm glad to meet you. Take a seat"
Nevra looked around at the cream couch and as gracefully as she could did as she was told. They sat in silence for a while just studying each other. He looked familiar. But she couldn't have known him; she would remember someone like him. She quickly glanced around her surroundings taking in the rest of the room she hadn't explored. Windows graced across one entire wall, the drapes drawn shut almost all the way, letting a pinnacle of light in. The rest of the room was thrown in darkness where the rays of sunlight didn't quite reach.
His voice brought her back to reality.
"Ginny, why are you here?"
She snapped her head in his direction so fast she almost got whiplash. "What did you call me?" 'Oh no. How does he know I used to be called Ginny? Now one calls me that now. Maybe it was just a lucky guess. Yeah that was it. I'm sure many Ginevras went by the name Ginny. That had to be it.'
A slow smirk started to play across those luscious lips. It reminded her of some…"BLOODY HELL!" Ginevra jumped up from the couch and made for the doors. They closed upon her reaching for them. Her mind was racing at a thousand words a minute. 'How can this be? The one vampire who's supposed to help me, I knew more than 10 years ago. This can't be happening me. How could I not recognize him right away? Well scratch that he' filled out more (if possible), his smiles reached his eyes now, he ages like wine'…"Oh god I could go for some strong wine right now."
She must have said that last bit out loud because she could hear the sound of a cork being popped from a new bottle. Upon turning around she found the room empty. A quick glance told her where he was. A new light was emitting from a doorway she hadn't noticed before.
She followed the light toward what looked like a kitchen. The only difference between this kitchen and what would be a normal kitchen was the size. "Do you really need everything to be so big?" The words left her mouth before she could think about them. Her plan was not to speak to him unless she had to and after less than a minute being with him it her plan was ruined.And did he have to look so damn good?
"Well, actually no, but I like to impress. I bet the kitchen alone is bigger than your precious Burrow. " He spit out the last word as if it was dripping with poison "How could you live in something so small?"
"Well, Malfoy, I see you haven't changed much. She swore at herself. 'Me and my big mouth. You do realize that you're still in his house right?' "Sorry," she murmured under her breath just audible enough for him to hear.
"It's fine Weasley. I accept your pitiful apology, but mostly because of those shorts. Is that fabric or are they just spray painted on?"
Ginevra glanced down. She wore the same cutoff denim shorts and belly bearing T-shirt she wore when she sat down to watch TV."I forgot I was wearing these. I came right over when I had the vision," she answered without looking up.
"Yeah, I figured I didn't owe this look to good karma." He said putting down the wine bottle and handing her a glass full of the liquid. When she looked down warily at the red drink he rolled his eyes. "Drink up. It's not blood a swear on my father's grave"
Ginevra sneered, "You probably killed him yourself." Realizing her mistake she quickly looked down again
"OK, you're going to have to tell me about this vision, Ginny."
"It's Nevra."
"What?"
"I go by Nevra, now."
He seemed to be considering this new name. Tossing it around his mouth like the wine she was now sipping at. His tongue slid over his pointed fangs. Her curiosity got the better of her. "Draco, when did you become a vampire? I thought you were working for Voldemort before he fell."
"Gi- I mean Nevra, you don't know anything about me. I'd be careful about what you say." A look of distaste was plastered across his face setting off his good looks.
"You really should smile before, you looked a lot better when you smiled, of course that was before you knew who I was." She grimaced for what seemed like the billionth time in the last 15 minutes.
"Oh goodness little weaslette. You seem to be forming a crush." She was about to make a sarcastic remark when she caught herself. She closed her mouth. 'Remember, he's a vampire he could crush you with one hand. Never argue with a vampire. She almost let out a growl as she thought back to her last episode with a vampire, Colin. She found out the hard way not to argue with a blood drinker.
"Nevermind about the vampire thing, I don't care how you became a vampire. All I know is I'm supposed to work with you to kill this devil guy and do something with 7 cups of blood."
"What! Why didn't you mention him before! Spill everything you saw NOW!"
