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GPOV:
It had been one week since I had become betrothed to Marcus.
My brothers were being gits about it. None of them would talk to me or look at me. I knew things would be different when I was sorted into Slytherin, but I didn't think that it'd change the fact that we were family.
I had been doing really well with the whole respect thing, too! I hadn't gotten a spanking since the morning after are engagement. . . Though, I was fairly certain that streak was going to end now.
The thing is, I didn't know what I did wrong.
Marcus got me a necklace (as it is customary for the Slytherin male to give his woman some sort of jewelry to wear). It had a simple, silver chain. There was a medium size, tear drop shaped emerald with a small diamond hanging from it. It was simple, yet elegant.
Hey, if Marcus wanted to get me jewelry, I was cool with that.
However, this necklace had a special charm on it that I didn't know about.
Whenever I was in trouble or upset, it would alert Marcus. All he had to do was touch his ring (yeah, apparently he had a matching ring too. . . Oh the joy), and he'd be right there next to me.
Apparently, I was in some sort of trouble and my necklace alerted him.
The problem is when he got to me, I wasn't exactly myself.
I was in the middle of an abandoned hallway, talking to myself.
Apparently, he had went to grab me but I called him a mere peasant who needed to bow to his master.
And that is why I'm here, in the middle of the night, in his head boy room, sitting down on his couch, listening to my lord have a freak attack.
"GINEVRA I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WERE THINKING! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU BE ROAMING IN THE CASTLE AT NIGHT! YOU KNOW IT'S NOT SAFE! NOWHERE IS EVER SAFE AT NIGHT! AND THEN YOU GO AND DISRESPECT ME! YOU CALLED ME A MERE PEASANT!" He yelled, pacing back and forth in front of me.
Gesh, not only was I apparently going crazy, he was giving me a headache with all his bloody screaming.
"Marcus, I'm telling you I didn't know I was doing," I replied back calmly.
He chuckled to himself and stopped pacing, "You're telling me that you suffer from sleepwalking?" he asked sarcastically.
"I don't know, Mar-" he gave me a pointed look, "Er, I mean my lord. Please, you have to believe me. I really have no clue how I even got there," I started, "I remember going to bed and then everything else is all just darkness. I barely even remember you finding me," I said.
He took a deep breath and stepped in front of me. He lifted my chin up with his finger, looking me in the eyes, "You promise me you're telling the truth?" He asked.
"Yes, my lord. I promise," I said sincerely, looking right back into his eyes intensely.
He let out a sigh of relief, let go of my chin, and started pacing again.
"Have you ever sleepwalked before, Ginevra?" he asked.
"No, my lord," I replied.
"So you're saying that this is new?"
"Yes, my lord," I said back.
He started to pace faster, "What have you done new, Ginevra?" he asked.
"Nothing, my lord. I only do what you tell me to do. That's it," I said quickly.
Well, technically. . . There was something. But no. . . He could never know! He'd just want to read it.
"My Ginevra," he said as he stopped pacing, knelt down in front of me, and grabbed my hands, "this is so important. Please, if there is anything new that you have done, I need to know. Your safety is crucial."
I felt like I should tell him. I knew I should tell him.
But I just can't.
I won't.
"My lord, there is nothing new. As I have said before, I've only been doing what you tell me to do," I said.
Though, I can't help but be a little frightened. It can't really be Tom, right?
"Okay, my Ginevra," he said as he stood to his feet, "but please, if you think of anything, tell me."
"Yes, my lord," I said respectfully.
"Come, let me walk you back to your room," he said, reaching out his hand.
My heart started to beat faster.
I was scared to go back there, all by myself. I didn't want Marcus to leave me. I felt him oddly comforting. Almost like a brother.
"No wait! Please Marcus, don't make me go back!" I said, throwing my arms around him, taking him by surprise.
He let out an amused chuckle, "Ginevra, I don't think that'd be appropriate," he said, hugging me back.
"Please, please, please! It's already so late. Please just let me stay!" I said as I held onto him tighter.
"Alright, alright. You can stay. Come on, my Ginevra," he said as he picked me up and carried me into his bedroom.
Damn, head boy got it made.
There was a huge, king size bed made of dark oak in the middle of the room with four posts of slithering snakes on all four corners. The linens were a dark green. The floor was a dark stone, and underneath his bed he had a plush, dark green carpet. He had a dresser made of the same dark oak as his bed over to the left, with a circular mirror that had a carving of a snake around it. To the right of the room he had his own fireplace. There were two chairs made of the same dark oak as the rest of his furniture with dark green cushions in front of the fireplace. There was a dark oak bookcase, overflowing with books to the left of the fireplace and a closed dark oak door to the right of the fire place.
He pulled back the covers and gently laid me on his bed.
This is even more comfortable than it looks! I thought.
He pulled up the covers to my chin.
I snuggled into them.
"Goodnight, my Ginevra," he said, giving a soft, innocent kiss on my hairline.
I felt my fear coming back to me again.
"You're not going to leave, are you?" I asked.
"I will be right here, Ginevra," he said.
"But what if it happens again?" I asked fearfully.
"I will keep you safe," he said patiently and then continued, "Now go to sleep, my Ginevra," he said as he gently stroked my hair.
I closed my eyes and fell into a comfortable, deep sleep.
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END
Okay, so don't hate me. I know it's short, but I promise you I will be updating a few more times this weekend as well. I wanted to use this chapter to introduce the conflict with her brothers, Tom Riddle's diary, and give an idea as to how her relationship with Marcus will be until she is older.
I want to elaborate on that last one real quick.
There will be no romance, whatsoever, until Ginny is older. Until she is older, Marcus will be like a brother and best friend. That's it. That's as far as their relationship with go. It'll be innocent and good natured, so please, please don't expect anything else.
I hope you all liked this chapter, and as always, feedback is much appreciated!
