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A/N: Look at this! Another chapter already? I had better slow down! I'm going to run out of material! I have almost half of the story written so far, and I've posted about a quarter of it online, so there is more where this comes from. Review for chapters! PLEASE! They keep me going!
On with the show!
-iamthewalrus93
"What do you mean there's a ball tonight?" I shrieked at Tom. He sighed exasperatedly.
"I told you that yesterday morning, Ginny."
"I wasn't awake yesterday morning! You shouldn't have told me anything important!" He was standing across from me with his arms folded, next to a tiny house elf, carrying a carpetbag.
"That remains to be seen. You are still going to the gala tonight, and you're going to be there as a death eater. You will be polite to my other servants, and you will dance with any of them who ask it of you." He raised an eyebrow as if I was going to challenge him. I merely shrugged, sighed, and went to take the bag from the house elf. I took it to my walk-in-closet, and hung it on a rack, before opening the bag. I gasped when I saw the amazing garment before me.
The dress was a pale, shimmery blue, and had a fitted bodice that spilled over into a knee-length flowey skirt. I gulped when I realized that the dress was strapless, and the bodice was cut lower than I was used to.
"Excuse me, madam, but master has ordered us to prepare you for tonight's festivities." Squeaked a small voice. I looked down at the crew of house elves clustered around me.
"Thank you, but-"
"Into the shower with you, if you please madam." Said the house elf, and proceeded to strip me and push me towards the bathroom. I sighed. SPEW was a good cause and all, but house elves could be a little pushy.
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I checked myself in the mirror again, fussing with my hair. The house elf had used a simple charm on it that she had whispered to me, if I needed to redo it, or fix it. My dress fit perfectly, and I felt wonderful in it. Some one rapped on the door, and I jumped. A house elf opened it, and I stood to greet whoever was coming in. I plastered a fake smile on my face when I saw that it was Draco.
"How, er, Pleasant to see you Draco." I ground out. He looked me over.
"How odd to see a Weasel in a nice dress." He said. I dropped the fake smile. I didn't care what Tom said, I could be myself around Draco. I glared at him, and said,
"Well, how odd to see a ferret in a suit."
"What a comeback." He snorted sarcastically. He held out his arm to me, and I took it reluctantly. "You'll be entering with the rest of the new recruits. Nice tattoo by the way." He added. "Don't be surprised when you see some people you wouldn't expect there, ok? The world is changing from what it was when you got in here." On that odd note, he showed me to a queue of people, waiting to enter into the hall, and swept off. I looked around the line, and was surprised to see Pansy Parkinson there. Not that I didn't expect her to try to join their ranks, but I didn't expect her to succeed. There was another girl there, from slytherin who I had never talked to. I decided to try her out, and went to stand by her.
"Hi, you went to Hogwarts right?" She looked at me, her blonde hair shining with the torchlight.
"Yes, yes I did. You did too right? You're a Weasley?" I nodded cautiously. "Cool, I was in slytherin, but I remember your brothers, Fred and George." I looked down at the mention of Fred. "I'm sorry about your loss, he was a funny man." She said solemnly. I smiled up at her, and she smiled back. "Where's your tattoo?" She asked me. "Mine is just here on my arm, but you don't have one there." She had a lovely French accent, and then I remembered her. She had transferred from Beauxbatons in our fourth year, the year after the triwizard tournament.
"Oh, mine is special, the dark lord put it on my shoulder for some reason."
"Huh." She said, and examined it more closely.
"Are you related to the Malfoys?" I asked.
"No," She said "People always think that I am, but no. He's quite a man though, don't you think?" She wiggled her eyebrows, and I smiled, glad to have a friend. "I'm Adele Montblanc." She held out a dainty hand covered by an elbow length glove.
"Ginny, Ginny Weasley." I said, and we smiled at each other again.
"Every one, be quiet. We're going to enter now." Screeched Bellatrix, and I grimaced. I absently brushed my dress, and Adele put a hand up to her hair. The door was thrown open, and Bellatrix walked in proudly, leading the new death eaters. There was applause as we walked in, and filed in front of the dais where the dark lord sat with his leading servants. I felt his eyes follow me as I entered the room, but I didn't look at him. I focused on the spot over his shoulder. He raised his hands suddenly, and the applause stopped.
"My loyal servants," He began. "I bid you all to welcome these new recruits to our ranks. They are the beginning of a new age for us, one where we will be victorious. These young people will lead us ahead to the brighter time for the death eaters, and myself. I give you, your comrades!" There was more tumultuous applause. One by one, he touched our marks, everyone winced every time, but there was complete silence. When he got to me, on the end, He leaned closer, to whisper in my ear, "You look stunning." And he licked his lips predatorily. He then touched his wand to my shoulder, and I felt the burn of his calling. I gasped, and I felt him smile as he kissed my neck.
The new entries had a table to themselves, and I ate slowly, as the others tucked in vividly. I kept glancing over at Tom out of the corner of my eye.
"What has you so distracted?" Asked Adele.
"Yeah, Weasley, I would of thought that some good food would make you go crazy, seeing as you've never really had any before." Cackled Pansy. I ignored her, as always, but Adele snapped,
"Who are you to make assumptions of Ginny's family life?" Pansy looked shocked at this outbreak. "Do you think that you ate any better than she did at your little manor? I think that I would shut my mouth if I were you, Pansy Parkinson." I was surprised at this defense. Who ever heard of someone from slytherin defending a Weasley?
"Thanks." I said to her quietly.
"You're welcome." She whispered back.
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After dinner was served, we were pushed out onto the dance floor, where we were told that we had to dance with a death eater. I grimaced at this, because Tom wasn't a death eater, so couldn't dance with me. Draco made it to Adele before anyone else did, and she seemed happy with that. I smiled, just watching them twirl around the dance floor gracefully, until someone took my arm, and spun me around. I smiled fakely when I saw that it was Rudolphus. Perfect. Another reason for Bellatrix to hate me.
"May I have this dance?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. I nodded stiffly. He swept me around the floor, in time with the music being played by the band. At the end of the song, he bowed to me, and went off in search of another partner. I grimaced internally when Knott took off with me. Finally when Crabbe took my arm, I said,
"Oh dear, I'm so tired. I think I'll just go sit down."
"Not yet you won't." He grunted, and I sighed and started going around the floor with him, praying that the song was almost over.
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I have to admit, I was jealous when I saw Ginny dancing with those other men, but she didn't look happy, so I suppose that was alright. I was actually starting to pity her when Crabbe got to her. She sighed, and began circling the room again. My eyes were constantly trained on her. I glared when Crabbe's hand went too low for comfort. I stood and briskly walked over to the pair. I tapped on his shoulder, and he spun around. I was trying to control myself not to punch him in the face, so I took Ginny from him, and began to sweep her around and around. She finally looked happy, and looked up into my eyes.
"Having a good time?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Now I am." She whispered sultrily, and her eyes burned into mine. I smiled too, relaxing a little. She didn't care for any of those other men. She was entirely mine. The minx even had me laughing with her by the end of the song, something I hadn't heard for years. At the end of the next song, I was pulling her out of the room, and pressing myself against her, pressing her against the wall. She knotted her fingers in my hair, and I ran my hands down the sides of her bodice, and back up.
"My lord-" Draco came through the door that we had just exited. I turned my head to look at him, and Ginny did the same.
"Yes, Draco?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"I was just, uh, asking for leave for the rest of the night, milord." Draco said, looking at the floor.
"Feel free, my friend. You have fulfilled your duties tonight." I said. Draco nodded, and hurried off. "Now, where were we?" I asked, turning back to Ginny, but she slipped under one of my arms that was caging her against the wall, and kissed my cheek.
"We were somewhere, but not anymore. I'm going to bed. All that mark touching has tuckered me out." I smiled, genuinely at her, and she smiled shyly back.
"Sleep well, then." I said.
"You aren't coming?" She seemed disappointed.
"Not for a while." I told her. "I'll be in later"
"Then I'll wait up." She said stubbornly.
"Very well, do what you like." I kissed her neck for a second, and then swept back into the room.