SWEET VENGEANCE!
CHAPTER 25!

Dark Cave

"How could she…"

"Don't know mate,"

"With..."

"I know mate,"

"And she looked like she didn't even know me. How can that be?"

"Don't know mate,"

"And they were…we used to…"

"I know mate,"

"What is she thinking?"

"Don't know mate,"

"Thanks for your fantastic insight mate," Draco replied, throwing himself down on his bed.

"Well we've been talking like this for ages, and you've barely finished two sentences properly. I know it sucks, but there's not actually that much we can do. She clearly loves him,"

"You actually want to die don't you?"

Draco was in a bad mood. A really bad mood. One of his 'let's go out and hurt a bunch of people' bad moods, and that was not fun for anyone involved. How could his Gin do that to him? Well, to be realistic, she hadn't done anything to him, and that was the problem wasn't it? If it hadn't been for his father, Draco could have been laying in their bed at Hogwarts, stroking her hair like he always did when she was asleep, thinking about upcoming exams and what they were going to do in the holidays together. They could have gone to his villa in France, or the mansion in Italy, he would have even been happy to meet her family, although he was sure they wouldn't be quite so happy about meeting him. He would have done anything for her…but his father had intervened and now he was serving the Dark Lord like a little puppy dog, and his Gin was shacked up with Potter, making out at the Blue Moon, dancing with him like she used to with Draco.

"This isn't right!" he screamed.

"Mate, you need to relax. We have to report back to Voldemort or we are going to get our arses Avada Kedavra'd into the next century, and I would actually like to live to see the end of this war,"

"I couldn't care less if I lived or died, as long as I had her with me,"

"That is possibly the most stupid thing you have said all day. It was Romeo and Juliet-ish, and incredibly un-Malfoy like. So stop. Pull yourself together so that we can go visit the oh-evil-one and then you can fall apart and drink yourself silly.

"You know what, that actually sounds like a good idea,"

Draco stood up, took one last sip of the Firewhiskey on his bedside table and headed towards the door.

"Let's go,"

"Have you got the information that I requested?" Voldemort asked, looking down on them.

"Yes my Lord," Blaise replied.

"And?"

Blaise looked at Draco, who nodded.

"Harry Potter was at the Blue Moon with Ginny Weasley. They were just dancing, that's all,"

"Weasley…my sources tell me that you exited the venue early. Why was that?"

"Potter spotted us," Blaise jumped in, seeing the murderous look on Draco's face. "While it has not been confirmed, Potter has his suspicions about where our allegiances lie. If we'd stayed there, we may have been identified, and then the Order would be suspect,"

"Would they not have just thought that you were enjoying a night out?" Voldemort asked, looking at Draco suspiciously.

"Potter has no idea about the Slytherin penchant for going out. He would never believe that we were there to have fun because he doesn't think we do that sort of thing. He knew the minute he looked at us what we were there for. At least we discovered that he was there,"

"Yes. Very good. One last question. Did he and the Weasley girl seem…in love, Master Malfoy?"

"They – "Blaise tried to intervene but Voldemort silenced him.

"I said Master Malfoy,"

Draco swallowed, and looked up the Dark Lord.

"Yes my Lord, they seemed very in love,"

"Dismissed,"

They bowed, and walked quickly out of the main hall. Draco then ran all the way to his room, Blaise fighting to keep up.

"He knows!" Draco said, when they got inside and he had shut the door. "He has got to know. My father probably told him. Prick!"

"Draco, relax. We don't know that he knows, and your father wouldn't – "

There was a knock at the door. The two boys looked at it suspiciously, and Draco looked through the small, invisible peephole he had created in the door.

"Speak of the devil," he said, as his fathers face met him.

He opened the door and grimaced.

"Father,"

"Draco. How was your mission?"

"It was very helpful father, although we weren't there for long,"

"Oh really, and why not?" Lucius asked, his voice silky.

"Because we believe that Potter knew what we were there for," Blaise added.

"How would he know that?"

"He's not dumb. I think it's pretty obvious to everyone exactly where we went when we were removed from school, they just don't have any proof,"

"And was dearest Miss Weasley there with him?"

Draco wanted to launch himself at his father and rip his eyes out with his fingernails.

"Yes, she was. They were quite close,"

"Mmm. Yes, I hear they've been making quite a fuss at Order headquarters,"

"That's excellent. Blaise and I are going to go train now,"

Draco grabbed Blaise's shoulder and pulled him towards the training room.

"Something about sharing a bed, and being caught doing something quite…vulgar, I believe was the word used by Molly Weasley,"

Draco stopped. His face went red, and his body began to shake with rage.

"If you have a point, make it," he said, not bothering to turn around.

"Does this news bother you Draco? Does it not bother you that you didn't get there first?"

"I did get there first you old fool," Draco replied, smirking. His face then fell, and somehow, he knew exactly what his father was going to say before he even said it.

"Yes, but by her choice or by force?"

Draco spun around and yelled 'Crucio!' in his father's direction, but he was already gone.

"Bastard!" he yelled at the open door.

"Draco what were you thinking! You fucking idiot! If he hadn't left, you would have been killed on the spot for using an unforgiveable on a Protector!"

"I don't care! He deserves to die!"

"Draco, it's not his fault. What she's doing is not his fault,"

"I won't be killed for using the unforgiveable on you, Blaise. Leave me the hell alone,"

Blaise looked at his friend, and realized that he was deadly serious. He nodded once, and left the room.

Draco looked around at his empty room. It was so heartless. The room he had shared with Ginny had always seemed full of comfort. Everything he had done with Ginny had seemed right…and now she was with Potter. How could she do this to him.

"Why is this happening to me?" he whispered.

Grimmauld Place

The Weasley's, Harry, Remus and Hermione all sat around the breakfast table, eating silently. Fred and George were making faces at Ron, whose head was down so he didn't have to look at anybody. Finally, Fred cleared his throat.

"Can somebody please pass me a knife?" he asked.

"What for? You're eating porridge!" Ginny replied, looking at him like he was an idiot.

"Uh, that would be to cut the tension. Come on people, we're a family. You know, Ohana and all that jazz," George replied.

"This is not a cartoon George, this is real life, and I am utterly speechless, I just don't know what to say anymore," Molly replied.

"Clearly you're not speechless, you just spoke," Ginny said, smirking at her mother.

Molly stood up and sighed, tears in her eyes.

"Who are you, and what have you done with my Gin-bear?"

"Ask him," Ginny replied, pointing at Harry, who joined Ron in putting his head down.

Molly threw her hands up in the air and walked out of the kitchen.

"I still don't understand what I actually did," Harry pointed out, not lifting his head.

"Oh bite me coward boy," Ginny replied, and left her chair. She dropped her porridge bowl in the sink and walked out. The bowl lifted itself up out of the sink, and the dishcloth washed it, it flew into the dishrack and the soap suds dried off it. It then flew into the cupboard.

"Did she just call me coward boy?" Harry asked, looking at the rest of the table.

"Harry, how could you do that?" Hermione asked.

"Can you someone actually explain to me what I did before I try and justify myself?!" Harry yelled.

Hermione sighed and stood up, putting her bowl carefully in the sink. It repeated its wash cycle as she sighed 'boys' and walked up to her room to read.

"I think Ginny's a little upset that you didn't stand up for her, or your relationship," Remus suggested gently.

"Well why can't she just say that?" Harry asked angrily.

"Because she's a girl. That whole silent treatment thing is something they enjoy doing,"

"Ok well she most certainly wasn't being silent when she called me coward and told me to bite her,"

"Haven't you already done that?" Ron asked. Harry looked at him incredulously. "What? I trusted you with my sister, I then find you in bed with her, and you've already pissed her off,"

"Hey! Our relationship isn't exactly finished ok. We're just having an argument! She went out with Malfoy after he raped her for Gods' sake, I'm pretty sure we'll be fine,"

"Yeah, but she loved Malfoy," Ron replied.

"Are you suggesting that she doesn't love me?" Harry asked.

"I'm suggesting that maybe her mind is a little confused with grief over him leaving and finding out that he's a Death Eater and all,"

"Ginny loves me, and she would never go back to him! We saw him the other night, and she barely remembers who he is!"

"Sure Harry, whatever you believe. I just think you should give her some space that's all," Ron said, throwing his bowl in the sink.

Ginny sat at the top of the stairs with Hermione, listening to this exchange. She was grinning. This was perfect, Harry was going to go nuts when she left. Especially when she found out why she left.

Hermione noticed her grin, and frowned. "You're not actually mad with grief over the whole Malfoy thing are you?"

"Malfoy? Please I barely know him. And I promise you he didn't rape me. Why does everyone always mention Draco Malfoy when I'm around. He's a slimy git who takes after his evil father. I'm going up to do some homework. Make sure Harry doesn't try and come in, warn him that if he does, he'll end up with two noses, and there's no way for the Ministry to prove it was me in a house full of wizards,"

Hermione grinned, and nodded. "Good luck with Potions, I hear your essay sucks,"

"It's the worst. I'll see you later,"

Ginny made her way up the hallway and into her room, where she shut and locked the door. She pulled her trunk to from under her bed and began to throw her clothes in it. It was time to go now. She threw in her makeup, and her photos of her and Luna. Dumbledore had told her she wouldn't be able to take any family photos with her, so she left them where they were. Then, with a spark of imagination, she went and turned each one of them face down. Her mother most certainly wouldn't like that. She picked up her photo of Sirius, and after a small argument with herself, threw it in her handbag. While she was packing, she tried to rev herself up. Harry was nothing but a stupid coward after all, and her parents didn't support anything that she did. So what if she decided to play around a bit, she was young wasn't she? Her father wasn't much better, in fact all that he did was agree with her mother. Fred and George were the only decent ones in the family. Ron was a pain in the arse, who never respected her decisions. She dropped her pre-written note on the bed and looked around, and suddenly, her mind was filled with disgust.

She threw open her window, shrunk her trunk and put it in her pocket. She shimmied down the drainpipe, and ran down the street. She didn't know the last time she had felt so free. Even dancing with Harry at the Blue Moon hadn't felt as amazing as this. It was such a relief to finally get away from her family.

Do you crave freedom Ginny Weasley?

"Who said that?" she asked, calling out to the street.

You know who I am. Come with me. I'll show you a better world in which everyone will love you, and worship you as the queen that you are.

"Being a queen would be nice…" she said aloud.

Come with me…

"How do I find you?"

Accept me…

"Believe me, I want nothing more than to be away from these unsupportive muggle lovers. They make me sick,"

Tell me…

"They never support anything I do! I wanted to dye my hair, they got angry at me, I want to fool around with my boyfriend, they get angry at me, I want to go out, they get angry at me. They crush my dreams and make my reality hell. And Harry is just as painful! He is such a coward! He is so afraid of my mother that he wouldn't even admit that he loved me! I wanted to give him everything and he would have just thrown it away, treated it like a mistake in the face of my mother! Who the hell does he think he is! He's not that special, he doesn't even remember 'defeating' you, if that's what you can call it! He was a freaking baby for Christ's sake! The hypocrisy of it all just makes me want to scream!"

Do it…

Ginny took a deep breath, and let all her anger out in one big, long scream. She felt a pull from her navel and took a gasp of air as she was apparated out of Grimmauld Place. Her mother heard her scream from the house, and threw open the door, running down the street to help her daughter, but it was too late.

Ginny had willingly run into the arms of the Dark Lord.

"Where am I? Hello?" Ginny yelled, banging on the door of the room she was in. It was completely bare, with black walls. She hoped this wouldn't be where she was staying.

"Of course it's not. This room is not fit for a Queen, and I do believed that is what I promised you,"

Ginny spun around and came face to face with Voldemort himself.

"Yes it is. And yet I find myself being treated like a prisoner," she replied silkily. "Why is that?"

"Procedure. I need to make sure I can trust you,"

"Trust me? Of course you can trust me! I have nothing to hide,"

"Everyone has something to hide," he replied.

"Try me," she said.

He placed a hand on the top of her head, and she could feel her memories being violated. After a few moments, he removed his hand.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

"Very," he replied, and lunged at her. Suddenly she had a sword in her hand, and she was swinging it at him, as hard as she could. He deflected it, but was thrown across the room. He landed gracefully.

"You've been trained,"

"I was technically an Order member. I may not have been privy to their information," she spat angrily. "But I was trained for a war,"

"And how do they know that we're using muggle weapons?"

"You think you're the only person with spies?" she replied, a plan forming in her mind.

"Interesting," he whispered.

"So, am I going to be let out of here?"

"Not just yet. You're not adequately dressed," he replied, with what Ginny assumed was a smile. It was a little hard to tell.

Ginny looked down at her black skinny jeans, white shirt and denim vest.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" she asked.

"They aren't these," he replied, and a pile of clothes appeared at her feet. She picked up the soft leather and ran it through her fingertips.

"It's gorgeous. I've never seen anything like it,"

"I'm sure you haven't. I'll turn around while you put it on,"

Ginny was shocked, but thankful. She removed her clothes and pulled on the leather suit. It was one piece, and had detailing in the legs that showed off bits of her skin.

"Do all the girls here wear this?" she asked.

"Some of them. Mostly the younger ones. Do you like it?"

"I'm sure I'll grow to love it, but right now, I'm a little uncomfortable,"

"Well, put on your cloak, and I'll have someone show you to your room,"

"You won't show me yourself?" she asked sweetly.

"I have to organize a meeting. How would you like to meet your followers?"

"My followers? They're all yours,"

"As my queen, they become yours,"

"This is all very interesting. Well then, call away,"

"Excellent. Lucius!" he yelled, and Ginny froze. Lucius Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy was to be her guide.

Fantastic.

"Malfoy?"

"Problems?"

"None. Everything's fine,"

Lucius apparated into the room and grinned maliciously when he saw why he was there.

"Miss Weasley, it is a pleasure," he said, taking her hand and kissing it.

For a moment she felt a glimpse of another blonde man doing that to her…but then it was gone, and she simply smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine," she replied through her teeth.

"Shall we?" he asked, extending an elbow. She looked at the Dark Lord, who nodded, and she linked her arm in Lucius Malfoy's, allowing him to lead her out of the room.

Finally, Voldemort thought to himself, pressing a finger to his Dark Mark and apparating into the main hall.

"What the hell are we here for now?" Draco asked, rubbing the mark on his arm. Something that they weren't told when they were initiated was that being summoned to a meeting was almost as painful as being crucio'd. Well, Draco thought, maybe not that bad, but it sure as hell feels like it.

"I don't have a clue, but I can't wait to get out. No more raids, hopefully,"

"Well, he never actually calls us here for good news does he?" Draco drawled sarcastically.

"My friends, I invite you here tonight, to share with you some good news," Voldemort called from his main chair. He stood up, and spread his arms out wide.

"Our queen has finally arrived!"

Another chair, identical to Voldemort's, appeared next to his, and on it was a hooded figure. Voldemort stretched his arm out to the figure, and it took his hand, standing and walking over to be by his side.

"Say hello to your new friends,"

The figure lifted her hood, and a gasp ran through the crowd.

"Shit," Blaise whispered.

"No," Draco said softly.

Ginny Weasley smiled at them all.

"Hello,"

Thanks so much for your reviews guys, sorry it took so bloody long. Year 12 officially sucks! I got a B+ on my Psychology exam though, which I'm really happy about. Hopefully I can get to work on this Fanfic now, and my posts wont take quite as long.

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