"Archaic"
"This is…archaic." Ginny repressed the urge to outwardly laugh at Draco's set up in Malfoy Manor's basement.
He'd drawn out a pentagram with runes in it on the floor, elaborate chalk lines infused with magic to make them stable. It was hard for her to decipher the runes, but as far as she could tell it was mostly runes promising magic if they performed certain acts together in the circle.
"We both need the additional magic to fight for the Order," he told her in his low voice, and drew her in towards him slowly, pulling her body flush against his. She felt like she was falling into the sound of his voice, letting herself float away on his words.
She barely noticed when he led her into the circle, so caught up in him that nothing else mattered. At that moment, he was her everything, her entire conscious world. His touches were like nothing she'd ever felt, whirling her into feelings she'd never known. He laid her down gently on the floor, on the stone, but she didn't feel it on her back. The ritual enacted as he began, and exploded blue light around them as he reached the ending with her.
Afterwards, she barely noticed anything, surrounded in a blue haze of light, dizzy and giggling like she was drunk. But it was on power.
"We're a team now," Draco told her, throwing his head back and twirling her in a circle around him. "It's you and me, me and you, and we can do whatever we want."
Ginny felt confused for a second, like she was being pulled away from her current mindstate to remember what she really wanted, to use her power for the Order, but the thought was sucked away in her mind and she promptly forgot and smiled brilliantly back at Draco.
Day 37, Archaic
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