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I rest my heavy head
Onto my blood stained hands
How did you come into my being?
Tears fall from your innocent eyes
Your cries echo in my hollow chest
If only the you could see the truth
Only you can save me from the dark.
Draco's fist connected with the man's jaw. No, Theodore Notts didn't have a chance in winning this fight. With his arm on Notts' neck, Draco pinned him to the wall and cut off his air supply.
"Did you think I wouldn't find you?" He gritted through his teeth, kicking the man in his shin to emphasize his point.
"Please," Notts wheezed as Draco crushed his windpipe.
"Your friend Flint begged me too," Draco hissed. "It left him with no head."
Pushing against him with all his might, Notts tried to break free. Draco was too fast for the larger man. He brought his foot down on his instep, breaking the bones in his foot. Notts doubled over in pain when Draco punched him in the gut. Pulling the sword out of his cane, Draco buried the blade deep into his chest.
"Let's see what I leave you with," Draco sneered pulling the sword down through Nott's body.
-You, the bright shining star of night-
It had been one month, three days, six hours, twenty minutes, and ten seconds since Ginny had come to Malfoy Manor. The sun blinded her as she stared up into the morning sky while lying on her back in the rose garden. She frequented the garden a great deal for it was the only place she felt at peace. With a wave of her hand, she conjured up a straw hat. She had recently learned she could do wandless magic, which was quite useful since she hated carrying around the wand Malfoy had given her. Not that she could really complain as he had certainly given her more freedom then Harry did… a considerable amount more at that. A shadow blocked the rays of sun from hitting her face so she looked up and saw that Draco was standing over her.
"Hi."
"Hi," he smirked back. "I'm starting to think I should put your bed out here."
"That would be lovely until it rains," Ginny said dreamily.
"It wouldn't rain. The manor is charmed to only have sunny weather." He sank down next to her.
"Then how do the flowers stay so…alive?" she frowned.
"House Elves."
"Oh."
"Man, I could go for a hat right now," Draco said shielding his eyes from the sun. Ginny conjured one up for him. He thanked her when he took it not missing the fact that she didn't use her wand. "How long have you been able to do wand less magic?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Since I got here," she shrugged.
"It's time." He stood up and offered a hand to help her.
"Time for what?" Ginny wondered taking his hand.
"Time for you to learn the real reason I wanted you."
-One kiss from your enchanted lips lightens my day-
Blaise had been up for what felt like weeks. He stood and stretched, relaxing some of the tense muscles in his back. Had he known his father's will was going to be so tedious to read he would have had one of his lawyers do it. So far he had gathered that there were about 30 acres of land in Ireland that was rightfully his and that he had a little brother. His father was a complete nut job. Did he really think Blaise was going to find this boy and give him half his inheritance? Oh yes, Blaise would definitely find him, but he had no intention of handing over the money. Giving the will one last look he decided it was time to pay Mr. Potter a visit. He pulled a flask out of one of his pockets and took a swig. That was not a visit he was looking forward to.
-If I believed in Angels you would be mine-
Ginny followed Draco silently as he led her down the long corridors of the manor down to the dungeons. Fear hit her immediately when she saw the bar cells. Did she do something wrong? She could feel herself start to panic. After what Harry put her through, she didn't think she could survive another torture session. To her relief, Draco walked right by the cells not giving them a single glance. He stopped before a shoddy door that look like nothing more then the entrance to a broom closet. When he opened the door he motioned with his head for her to follow him. The room had a mat that covered half the floor and the walls were covered in weapons. It was a killer's dream. He had knifes, swords, and guns of every size. In the corner she spied long fighting sticks from bamboo to steel.
Ginny watched in shock as Draco stripped off his robes, shirt, and shoes leaving him only in a pair of soft black leather pants. The man definitely works out, she thought, taking in his defined chest and arms.
"Like what you see," Draco smirked.
"No," Ginny scoffed.
"On the bench under the gong is an outfit for you. Go and change," Draco ordered.
Ginny complied with a huff but knew it could be worse. She tugged the chocolate brown tank top over her head. It hugged her chest leaving little to the imagination and ended right above her belly button. The skirt was the same color as the top and just as short. It ended right under her small bottom and barely covered her green satin panties.
A creak from the door caught her attention. He wouldn't dare enter this room, she thought as she turned around. A toned pale arm peeped through the small opening holding a small cloth the same color as the outfit she wore which looked like panties and some leather straps.
"I forgot to leave these on the bench," Draco muttered from behind the door. "If you have any trouble figuring out the straps just bring them out and I will place them on you."
She snatched the items from him pushing his arm out the door before slamming it shut. Great, it is panties, she thought after a quick study of the cloth in her hands. After replacing her knickers for the one he gave her, she tried and failed to figure out where the straps went. Not wanting to admit that she couldn't figure it out, she slowly left the room.
He took the straps from her hands with out a sound and quickly placed them on her body. With one, he tied up her long auburn curls exposing her long slim neck. Two more straps went around her biceps, two around her upper thighs, and one around her belly.
"Is it too much to assume you have any knowledge of combat?" he asked walking over to the long bamboo stick propped against the far wall.
"I know the basic skills," she replied evenly.
Without a word of warning, he threw one of the sticks at her. She caught it with ease and assumed the fighter stance.
"Impressive."
Just as quickly as he threw the stick at her, he attacked. Ginny evaded with a quick shift of her feet. Jabbing her stick backwards she hit him in his back. Draco sneered. He turned, crouched on his knees, and aimed for her feet. She jumped, realizing his fake out only when his stick connected with her stomach. With swing of her arm, she brought her stick onto the top of his head. He made a slight grunt in pain but recovered quickly and spinning, hit her in the bicep with his stick. Blood welled up from the small cut his stick had caused. Ginny paused when he dropped his stick.
Draco stared at the blood on her arm wanting nothing more then to lick the blood off. When did he develop the thirst? This cannot be right. Just the other day he killed Notts and was covered in his blood. Not once did he feel the need to drink from him. He could hear her heart pounding. Beating rapidly as if sensing fear, it was almost as if her body knew.
"Go," he commanded turning away from her.
"Are you ok?" she asked taking a step towards him.
He held his hand up to stop her. "Don't, just go."
Ginny stared at him. She knew something wasn't right. She was sure she had just seen Draco's eyes flash red before he turned his back to her. Her heart raced as fear took her. Ignoring his previous warning, she moved closer to him. She grabbed his ridged shoulder and turned him to look at her.
In a flash, Draco pinned Ginny against the wall. He lowered his head to her throat and sank his fangs into her flesh. Blood poured into his mouth before it fed through his veins. His eyes rolled back into his head. She was so sweet.
-Salvation may be a few days late-
"Mr. Zabini is here to see you, My Lord," Smiggs said at Harry's office door.
Harry gritted in annoyance. He didn't really need any interruptions right now. "Send him in."
Blaise entered Harry's domain, apprehensively. He did not possess the many magical traits of Malfoy so he would be no match for Harry's anger. Especially if what Draco said was true about the Dark Lord being immerged in Harry. He followed the older man through a door with a Harry's mark on it.
"Ah, Zabini, a most unexpected surprise," Harry said turning from his window. He gestured for Blaise to take a seat by his desk.
"Yes, well, I apologize for the abrupt visit but I have seemed to have come across a certain document," Blaise started after settling into his seat.
"Your father's will," Harry replied lazily, leaning back in his chair and giving off an air of nonchalance.
Blaise paused and contemplated the best approach. "Yes, my father's will. As you may know, some of the land your armies occupy are currently still in my family." Taking in Harry's silence as neither good nor bad he continued. "When I claim the land, they will be thrown off, as you may know already."
"Hmm, old magic is a strange thing," Harry murmured, conjuring up to glasses of scotch and handing one to Blaise. "Now, I am willing to take it off of you or I could just take it by force."
"My will has already been made," Blaise smirked over his glass. "A locked will."
If it were not for Harry gritting his teeth, Blaise would have never known he hit a nerve. Checking his glass for any poisons, he took a sip of his scotch. He was slightly amazed with himself for cornering Potter. "I am willing to make a deal with you," Blaise downed his glass and placed it on Harry's desk. Ignoring the glare from the other man he continued. "I am willing to sell you the land for one million galleons per acre and full immunity for myself."
"50,000 galleons per acre and partial immunity," Harry bargained.
"Now, now, the magic on the land is very strong. 80,000 galleons per acre and full immunity or no deal," Blaise stated.
Harry paused. He knew it was a good deal, considering he didn't know what type of damage the magic would do to his men when Blaise claimed it. Not that he cared, but at this time, he really couldn't afford for some of his followers to disappear.
A slow sinister smile had crept upon his lips. "I do believe, Mr. Zabini, that we have a deal."
Harry's smile made Blaise squirm in his chair. "Ah, right, well, I will just conjure up the contract," he stuttered out.
"No, let me," Harry said pulling out his wand.
"Really, it should be me who does it," Blaise said firmly not really knowing what Harry was up to.
"If you insist."
"I do."
Harry put away his wand and looked over to Blaise expectantly. "Well, get on with it. I have other things to do today."
"Oh, right," Blaise said pulling out his wand. He conjured up a contract with all they had agreed about on it. He pulled a small pen out of his pocket, which actually was a knife. He pricked his finger and used his ink as blood to sign his name.
Harry, in turn, did the same.
"Sorry to cut this visit short," Harry said looking down at the pile of papers on his desk dismissing Blaise. "Smiggs will show you out."
As if on cue the older man, who had showed him in, appeared at the door. Blaise followed him out, satisfied with his success.
-Kiss me and forever I will be saved-
Ginny moaned against Draco's hard chest. Everything was a daze. She wanted nothing more then for Draco to remove all her clothes and take her right there.
"Draco," she whispered.
He heard his name fall off her lips. I have to stop, he thought. Just a few more drops were all he needed. He ran his hand down her body savoring her curves. Slowly he loosened the leather straps off her arms. With his thumbs, he moved the straps of her shirt down, exposing her lovely breasts. Releasing her neck, he took one her taunt nipples into his warm mouth.
Ginny threw her head back and moaned. She felt the wetness between her legs and she began to shake her hips wantonly. Draco scratched lightly down her back, cupping her bottom as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed his erection against her, enjoying the feeling of her running her hands through his hair. He brought his lips back to her neck sinking his fangs back into her tender flesh.
- But even forever is tainted-
Blaise walked into Malfoy Manor and knew instantly something was wrong. He went into Draco's office calling his name.
"He isn't in here," a house elf said quietly from behind him.
"Where is he?"
"With the young missus," the house elf suddenly let out a cry of distress.
"What's wrong?" Blaise asked immediately. " And where exactly is he?"
"He has drank her blood," the house elf replied sobbing. "In the dungeon… he was training her."
Blaise ran to the dungeons. He knew what room they were in. He had to stop this. If Draco had developed the thirst for blood, he was no longer safe. It would not be long before he became a full fledge vampire. There is price to pay for the sacrifices he made.
He studied the cells looking for any form of a body. He could feel his heart beat. His palms grew cold with sweat. Has Draco already drunk her dry? Where is her body? Blaise heard a noise coming from the training room. He rushed to see what the damage was.
When he entered the room, he was greeted by a half-naked Draco with a half naked Ginny pinned to the wall.
He stood there staring in shock. Of all the scenarios he imagined this was certainly not one. A small brown panty landing on his head broke him from his daze. The blood boiled in his veins. How dare Draco take advantage of the poor girl like this? However, she did not seem to dislike it.
Blaise cleared his throat, trying to get the lovers attention. Frustrated he finally gave up, and tried to Accio Draco. Unfortunately Draco's need to be with Ginny was greater then the magic in the spell, causing only his pants to come flying at Blaise, giving him to get a great view of Draco's pale ass. Blaise quickly turned around to shield his eye from the sight.
"Draco!"
a/n: I know I know a big cliffhanger. OH the fun. Anyway you know the drill R&R.
