"Get off of me!" Lucius woke to a screech, silvery eyes snapped open as he tried to orient himself.
"I said get off!" Another screech and he groaned, pulled himself over the edge of the bed and brushed his fingers through his hair.
Must have been a dream. He told himself, looking up to the painting of his grandfather that occupied his rooms, a few uncles were also there, chattering lowly.
"If I had my wand you would be dead right now!" The panic that bubbled and drifted from the voice was enough to snap his eyes wide.
"It would appear your young guest has some company." His uncle Malefious commented with a wicked smirk and it was with a tight chest he realized that he was no longer alone in his home.
"Merlin's balls." He growled, flung himself to his feet and summoned a robe even as he was out his door and into the hall. He shoved his arms into the sleeves, his gait elegant as he breezed down the hall and into the room of one Ginevra Weasley.
One Ginevra Weasley who had a rather wild eyed Barty Crouch Jr. hovered over her, pinning her down and licking his lips in the ridiculous way he was prone to do.
"I do not recall, Bartemius, were you invited to my home?" His cool voice nearly surprised him, inside he was a stewing cauldron of rage, ready to blow at any second.
How dare someone enter his Manor uninvited, how dare he attempt to force himself on a pureblooded witch in his home, blood traitor or not.
Beady eyes shot to glare at Lucius, the redhead beneath him ceased her squirming, pleading eyes landed on his face. Had anyone ever looked at him like that? As if he could help them?
He couldn't recall a time, no.
"Much as I understand the inclination to have one's wicked way with the witch…" Grey eyes locked with sparkling brown, her lips were pursed and he could tell she was fighting tears, rather valiantly at that.
"…Perhaps it would be best we do not leave a pureblood witch with any lasting scars from your particular affections." He crossed his arms across his chest, attempting to remain stoic despite the aggravation that still bubbled inside him, so close to the surface.
Too close.
"Bella said," lick, "I could have her." He grumbled, beady eyes still locked on Lucius in the doorway. He brushed a hand through his hair, attempting to tame the long blonde locks. He certainly wasn't fit to face down a fellow Death Eater looking as though he just leapt from his bed.
How inconvenient.
"Bellatrix is not the lady of this Manor." Lucius cocked a moonlight eyebrow and smirked at the look on Barty's face. He was considering this, while the idiot was thinking Lucius took a moment to summon his cane, and thus his wand to his hand, his eyes narrowing.
"Would you like to test my patience or will you dismount Ms. Weasley?" He cleared his throat, fiddling with the top of the cane and waiting with a feigned patience.
"Fine," lick, "but I'll have my prize, one way or another. Bella has promised me." He slipped from the redhead who took heaving breaths, she watched with wide eyes as he passed Lucius at the doorway, the blonde wizard's heavy gaze never leaving the slightly shorter Crouch Jr.
"Dobby!" A house elf with downturned ears and sad eyes appeared beside him, his eyes on the floor.
"Yes master, what can Dobby be doing for master?"
"See that Mr. Crouch finds his way out." He watched the elf shuffle away behind the Death Eater and he hadn't even a chance to turn to face the bed again before there was something latched around his torso. He looked down to find the crown of a red head. Blonde brows furrowed.
She held onto him as a squid would, her arms all tentacles as she grasped him tightly around his broad torso. He patted the girl's head, thoroughly unsure what to do with the redhead who'd done nothing but spit venom at him since he'd met her as an unruly child with her father at work.
Soon she tore herself away from him and backed up, her arms wrapped around her torso.
"If I promise not to hex you can I have my wand?" Her voice was firm, she didn't sound nearly so shaken as he'd expected but still he was forced to shake his head, his arms still lax on either side of his body.
"I'm afraid not. I have no way to be certain you will not hex me in my sleep, as you've so elegantly threatened." He cocked an eyebrow when glimmering brown eyes locked onto his face and he couldn't help the smirk that crawled its way onto his face.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep again." She grumbled, her eyes narrowed, her red hair clung to the sides of her face and he exhaled, rolled his eyes, and leant once more against the doorframe.
"Yes, well, then I will relocate you to my own room." Her jaw dropped, her face appalled.
"You may sleep in the floor." His smirk deepened, he was not surprised when the witch snapped her mouth closed and shot him a look that under any other circumstance, with any other wizard, may have been frightening.
"Why don't you sleep in the floor."
"Do not be ridiculous, I couldn't possibly. Imagine what it would do to my posture." He scoffed, the redhead crossed her arms across her chest and stomped her foot.
"You're mad!"
"Not nearly as mad as your admirer, Ms. Weasley." A visible shudder ran through the redheaded witch.
"Disgusting." She stuck her tongue out and turned around.
"You're sure you won't just give me my wand back."
"Apologies." He didn't sound sorry at all, not even to his own ears.
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"Prick."
"Yes."
"Git."
"Of course."
"Tosser."
"Quite."
"Wanker."
"Mmhmm."
"Pillock."
"Have you anymore ways of saying the same thing?"
"Prat."
"Ah, so you do."
"Berk." Ginny tossed a bunch of red hair over her shoulder as stormy grey eyes locked on her face.
"Have you finally run out?"
"I'm sure I can come up with more."
"I have no doubt, Ginevra."
"Ginny." She grumbled, her toe snubbing at the floor beneath her. "I hate Ginevra."
Lucius cleared his throat and shook his head, leaned back in his chair and stared at the witch who'd conjured her own chair in his study, wandlessly.
He'd been impressed, even if he'd never admit it.
"Tell me, Ms. Weasley, what is it you typically do over the Holidays, if we can find entertainment for you perhaps you will leave me in peace." The redhead wrinkled her nose and leant forward, elbows propped on her knees.
"You kidnapped me, if you think I'm leaving you alone for one second you've gone barmy."
"Barmy! You've managed another one!" He ran both hands through long blonde hair and sank back further into his chair. He wouldn't be getting any work done with the redhead pestering him.
"Then, perhaps you will join me for a meal instead." He grunted, standing and motioning for the witch to do the same.
As in all things she was stubborn and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Do not make me imperious you, Ginevra, I take no pleasure in forcing women to do my bidding." He grunted, walking to the door and shooting her a stormy look.
"Ginny." She huffed and he shook his head, inhaling a deep breath.
"Have you any positive qualities?"
"I could make you break out in purple boils."
"That is not positive."
"Why would I show you my positive qualities? You kidnapped me." She reiterated, watching as the blonde wizard ran a hand down his face and heaved a deep breath.
"Yes well, would you have preferred I allowed Bellatrix to kill you?" She went rigid in her seat, her brown eyes wide.
"Now, dinner?" He cleared his throat, she gave a little nod and stood, ignoring his offered hand and storming out ahead of him.
How on earth was he going to cope with having the witch in his home for any extended period of time?