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Ginny looked inside her new bedroom. It was decorated with black and green. There was a luxurious; its frame was made of lead, sculpted in the shape of snakes. She opened the closet on the other side of her bed. It was filled with various green robes. Some less modest than others. She would be sure not to wear those. After all, she was in the company of murderers and rapists.

"But I'm a murderer now too," she whispered to herself quietly.

"Indeed you are," came a voice behind her.

Ginny turned around. "You should be the one to talk, Malfoy."

"Maybe we should be on first name basis Ginevra, since we'll be training together, eating together, killing together, et cetera."

"Yes, I guess we should, Draco," she said coldly. "Where are Crabbe and Goyle?"

"At Hogwarts. Don't think that those two gits could be allowed to become death eaters. The Dark Lord doesn't let complete fools into his inner circle."

"Who says we're in his inner circle?"

"Only those in his inner circle get the Mark," he sneered.

"Right."

"So…what about your family? What about Potter?" he asked.

"What about them?"

"What will they think when they hear that your following the Dark Lord?"

"They won't know. They'll just think I'm missing. They'll waste their time for a week or two looking for me, and presume me dead."

"What makes you think they'll give up that easily?" he asked.

"Because…My mom doesn't like me very much, neither do my brothers. The only ones who care a whit about me are my dad, Bill, and Charlie. I do kinda feel bad for them…but oh well. Potter…Granger…could really care less about what they feel. Ron… I hope they all go down together. My Mum's always loved Harry more than me. She really wanted a girl apparently. After a while, they kept having kids, trying to have a girl. Apparently I was just a big mistake to her…I'm just good for cooking and helping her with the laundry," she finished, scowling.

"Bummer. So what finally pushed you to come?"

"When my parents sent me, Ron, and Hermione to stay at Hogwarts. Since Ron was too busy snuggling up with Hermione, it was kind of my chance to leave, unnoticed for a while. They probably won't even miss me until Harry gets here. He'll ask where I am, and maybe gather a search party to look for me because he has this saving people thing. He just has to be the center of attention, and get the glory in the end. There were five other people besides him at the Department of Mysteries, eight people counting Sirius, Lupin, and Dumbledore, and he still got the credit. He's really been getting on my nerves…"

"Wait…I thought you liked Scarhead?"

"I did in my first, second, and third year...but after that I couldn't help but get sick of him. Especially in fourth year when he was practically drooling over that fool Cho…however, I do admire how she used him to hear about Cedric…I quite enjoyed that. I also quite enjoyed the look of pain he gave me whenever he saw me and Michael Corner together…"

"He was jealous?"

"Yeah, he even asked me out a couple days before the summer holidays."

"What did you say?" he asked, quite amused.

"Told him that I didn't really like him like that. –And I may have told him a little lie about having a thing for someone else…" she said guiltily looking at the floor.

"Who?"

"You."

"What?"

"I just did it to make him mad…and boy did he look it. I thought he was going to find you and strangle you…"

"Is that why he was so mad at me on the train ride home?"

"Yep."

"Then why did you hex me?"

"I didn't want Ron to know what I told Harry. I made Harry promise not to tell him."

"That's funny," he yawned.

"Yeah, well I'm kind of tired," she replied, also yawning (b/c yawns are contagious), "so I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast…eight o'clock?"

"Yep…and Ginevra?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be late, or you'll find yourself being tortured with the Unforgiveables, I found that out the hard way," he said.

"Thanks for the tip," she said, closing the door behind him. Ginny threw off her clothes and got into the green silk nightdress provided for her. She snuggled under the comforters and fell fast asleep.

"Ginevra, its seven o'clock, I suggest you get up," said a familiar voice. She felt someone shaking her. Ginny slowly opened her eyes to see Draco standing over her, trying to wake her.

"Draco, what are you doing in here?"

"Trying to wake you up, it's seven, and you need to shower, get dressed, do your hair, et cetera."

"Why do I need to do my hair?"

"Because the Dark Lord does not accept his Death Eaters to not look their best in his presence."

"Oh…it's gonna take longer than an hour to do all of that, then," she said, jumping out of bed.

"That is precisely why I woke you. I can help you with your hair today if you hurry up and take a shower—"

"Why would you help me?"

"Because we have to go down together, my dad said Our Lord ordered it, and if your late or look bad, we'll both be punished," he said hastily. "Go!" he yelled at her.

Ginny ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, closed the door, pulled off her nightgown, and jumped in the shower. She quickly washed her hair and shaved her legs. She then quickly wrapped the towel around her body, and walked into her room.

Draco was sitting on her already made bed (he must've made it for her), and next to him laid her clothes that he picked out for her.

"I'll turn around if you get on those robes real quick," he said hastily. Draco turned around and faced the opposite wall. Ginny grabbed the robes and put them on. She tapped on Draco's shoulder when she was done.

"Okay, now…is your hair naturally straight, or naturally curly?"

"Curly," she replied.

"Okay," he replied, whipping out his wand. He muttered a spell, and he took each lock of her hair and curled it to perfection. It took him about twenty-five minutes. When he was done she quickly brushed her teeth, put on some make-up, and came out of the bathroom, looking ten times better than she normally did.

"Well," he said, sticking out his arm, "lets go."

She grabbed his arm, and followed him down to the dining room.

Everyone was already seated at the table. Draco and Ginny took the two empty seats on the right side of Voldemort, with Ginny sitting nearest to him.

"Hello Ginevra, your looking quite beautiful this fine morning," said a mocking voice in front of her. It was Bellatrix.

"Only as good as you, Bellatrix," she replied coolly.

"In your dreams," she spat.

"I don't dream about ugly prats…so I certainly haven't seen you in any of them," she spat back.

"Now, now, Bella…be nice to our new guest," Voldemort said calmly.

"Yes, Master," she replied.

"Now down to business," he cleared his throat, everyone was silent. "Each one of you will take part in the training of Draco and Ginny. All except for Crabbe and Goyle. Now…there is a schedule of times and days in which you will be working with them. These will be set permanently, however, some days will be missed due to raids. However, after that, training will be scheduled as normal. So…now that that's done with. Send in the house elves!" he bellowed.

In a matter of seconds, about a dozen house-elves came swarming in with plates full of food. Soon, everyone began to pour food on their plates. Ginny took one small pancake and put it on her plate. She smoothed a bit of butter on it, and began to eat. When she finished, she laid her fork on her plate, and sat back in her chair.

"Is that all you are going to eat?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, My Lord," she replied.

"Why aren't you eating more?"

"I don't really like to eat, My Lord."

"At all?"

"No, My Lord. I only eat about this much at every meal, and it fills me up, just fine," she replied.

"You ate more than that your first year," he argued.

"Yes, My Lord, but I haven't since then."

"Why not?"

"I just don't want to, My Lord."

"Eat," he said, motioning towards the scrambled egg.

"Yes, My Lord," she said. 'I'll just throw it up later,' she thought to herself.

Voldemort was obviously reading her mind, "Well, if you're going to throw it up later, then just don't bother," he said, angrily.

"Why does it matter if I eat or not, My Lord?"

"Never mind…just go up to your room if you're not going to eat," he said intensely. Ginny looked at him. "Go!" he bellowed.

Ginny got up from her seat and walked up to her bedroom, she unmade her bed and pulled the covers over her body and quickly fell asleep.