During the Holiday, Ron and Genevieve neither talked nor met up, except for the occasional owl letters. Genevieive was pretty upset that they left each other when Ron was still upset at her. He seldom answered her Owls nor made attempts to show that he was no longer upset. In the House of Black, the invited guest took over as the head of the household, the only one minding, being Genevieve. Ever since the Dark Lord occupied the House of Black, she had been summoned for every family meeting and Holiday break, whether she liked it or not.
"Draco."
Draco Malfoy made his way in front of the Dark Lord before dipping his head in greeting, "Yes. My Lord."
"Why hasn't Genevieve arrived yet?"
"My Lord, I'm here." Genevieve announced, holding two large crates that were tied together by a white string. Placing the boxes on top of the table, she smiled at the noseless male, "It does take a while since it's popular." Unwrapping the boxes, it revealed Rosemerta's Bung Barrel Spiced Mead. Voldemort let his slender finger trace the outline of one of the bottles before pushing it towards the girl.
"You're the only one who dares speak to me in that tone." Voldemort laughed in delight. "Drink it." he commanded.
Draco eyed the bottle, wondering if there was something wrong with the mead. "Might I instead…"
"Silence!"
Genevieve shook her head at the young boy, holding her palm downwards as if to tell him to stand down. Popping open the mead Voldemort had offered, she sniffed it before taking a generous sip.
"How is it?" Voldemort asked.
"Splendid sir." she replied with a smile. "I thank you for awarding this to me."
Voldemort flashed a toothy grin before motioning for Draco to take the bottles away, "Draco, you know what to do."
March had arrived and on Ron's seventeenth birthday he spent it with his beloved girlfriend, Genevieve. The two had a rather romantic picnic near the lake, with scrumptious scones and delicious hot cocoa. Although they didn't make amends for what had happened during Christmas, they simply left it as is and moved on. It was as if nothing had happened.
"Ron. I have something to tell you."
Ron tilted his head curiously, "Tell me."
Leaning in close, she whispered, "The Dark Lord is on the move. I don't know what he's planning but it has something to do with Draco Malfoy. Also...over Holiday break, he made me get some mead from Rosmertas."
Ron laughed at this, "So, you're trying to tell me that even He likes Madam Rosemerta's mead?"
"It's not that simple Ronald...I can't help but feel like that mead is not right." she replied.
"Alright...I'll let Harry know."
Genevieve left it at that, not wanting to say too much in case Ron would get angry at her. After their picnic, Harry came to fetch Ron in what Genevieve presumed to have been a patching up over Holiday break.
"Mind if I take him?" Harry asked politely. Genevieve shook her head, assisting Ron up and shooing the two away while she packed up. The two discussed what Genevieve had said along the way back to the Gryffindor Common Rooms. Once arriving inside, Harry noticed a box of chocolates on his bed. Tossing the box of chocolate over to his best friend, Ron happily ravaged through them. He consumed a number of Chocolate Cauldrons which secretly contain love potions, causing him to be rather bizarre.
"You alright?" Harry questioned.
Ron was a blubbering mess as he continued to repeat how beautiful Romilda Vane was and that she has the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen. Seeing how peculiar the boy was acting, Harry takes him down to Slughorn for an antidote.
"He'll be alright." Slughorn stated, handing the boy some mead. Ron, who was still slipping in and out, drank whatever was in his hands. Not too long after, Ron dropped to the floor in agony, foam gurgling out his mouth and body shaking uncontrollably.
"Ron!" Harry yelled worriedly, quickly checking on his poisoned friend. Shoving the useless Professor aside, Harry rummaged through the cabinet to grab Bezoar and effectively shoving it down Ron's throat, dispelling the poison.
"Take him to the Hospital Wing!" Harry ordered.
Slughorn dropped the mead in his own hand and quickly carried the poor Gryffindor boy over to the Hospital. Ron stayed in the Hospital for the next few days as Madam Pomfrey cleared the toxins from his system. Although it had been a few days, the boy still had yet to be awoken from his deep slumber. Genevieve often visited, worried about what had happened to the boy she loved.
"Is he awake yet?" Genevieve questioned, watching as Hermione had her hand in Ron's. It didn't fit well with the Slytherin girl, but she knew they were friends, so it didn't bother her too much.
"Not yet." Hermione replied coldly. "If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be in this mess."
This ticked a nerve, "What's that supposed to mean!?"
"You know what I mean!"
Genevieve was upset by the accusation, "Why do you even care? You stopped talking to him for months! I didn't know you two were still friends!"
"I am his friend!"
Suddenly, Ron started to sir from his slumber, groaning as he tossed in his sleep. "Mione…" he mumbled softly. Genevieve went to the other side of the bed and took Ron's other hand. "Her...mio...ne.." he mumbled again.
Hermione held a proud smirk as she put his hand close to her face. "I'm here Ron."
Genevieve's heart broke, but she tried to think positively. She thought it was nice that Hermione and Ron were friends again and that he wanted to rely on Hermione in his time of need. "It's nothing. It's nothing." she thought to herself over and over again. She let the male's hand go and walked out of the Hospital Wing, leaving Hermione and Ron together. Harry chased after her, stopping her right outside the Hospital.
"Vivi...that mead." he started. "Was that the same mead you gave Malfoy?"
Genevieve paused, glanced around nervously before nodding her head. "I didn't know it was poisoned. I really didn't. You know I wouldn't poison Ron."
"What else do you know?" Harry asked or rather demanded. "What do you know about...Horcruxes."
"Horcruxes?" Genevieve questioned, genuinely confused. "I'm not sure about anything related to Horcruxes…sorry."
"You best not be lying, Genevieve."
Ever since Ron's discharge from the Hospital Wing, he avoided Genevieve like the Black Plague. He spent most of his days with Hermione and Harry, much like before. Genevieve wondered why he was avoiding her, perhaps he blamed her for his poisoning but she thought that would be impossible. Afterall, he trusted her and loved her, they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Draco over the next couple days did his best in mending the broken cabinet, seeing as how he had failed the first two times in killing Dumbledore. What's worse was that he hated himself, he hated how he almost killed the man that Genevieve liked, he hated how she wasn't happy anymore and he hated how nothing was going right.
Genevieve sat by herself at the dining hall, watching as Ron laughed happily with Hermione. It tore her heart apart, it made her jealous, and it made her very angry. Draco wanted to run up to her, hold her and tell her that it was okay and that she still had him. But one single look from Harry had shut those thoughts out. He ran away, just like before, Draco ran away, like a coward. Seeing Harry chase after Draco, Genevieve too, had chased after them. This in turn caused Ron and Hermione to chase after her, to see what was going on. Upon arriving at the sixth floor boy's bathroom, Draco felt suffocated to no end. He took off his vest and tossed it aside.
"Why…" he cried to himself, tears spilling out from his eyes. "Why can't I do one thing right!" he yelled out in frustration, punching the mirror and shattering the glass. Draco dunk his head into the sink before turning on the water, letting it drench his hair. Even without the water, he already felt like he was drowning.
"I know what you did!" Harry yelled, causing Draco to look up in surprise. In Harry's eyes, it was unsure if the water streaming down his face were tears or just water. Draco said nothing and immediately started attacking the boy. From outside, explosions and cracking could be heard, allowing Genevieve to find the two boys. She ran inside to see Harry and Draco throwing hexes and jinxes at each other, dueling for the death.
"Stop it! Draco! Stop it!" she screamed.
Draco paused in his fight, afraid that a stray spell might accidentally hit her. Taking this opportunity, Harry uses a spell written in The Half Blood Prince's book, Sectumsempra, which strikes the other square in the abdomen. A large bloody gash appears on Draco's shirt as he falls to the floor with a loud thud.
"Draco!" Genevieve cried out, rushing to aid the boy. Hermione and Ron joined soon after, standing next to Harry defensively. "How could you Harry! Ron, please help him! He's really hurt!"
Ron stood next to Hermione, not budging from his position. Genevieve held her wand on top of the gash, yet no matter what spell she used to try and heal the cut, nothing worked. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse and worse by the second. Harry Potter froze, guilt ridden on what he had done, it was his first time using the spell and didn't know of its abilities.
"Ron! Please, help him!" Genevieve called.
"Genevieve, tell me. Are you working for You-Know-Who?" Ron questioned nervously.
"Is it really the time for this? We need to get Draco help!" she yelled in anger. "I know you don't like him, but he's still our classmate. He's still a living person!"
Hermione was worried about Draco, who wouldn't be, but the bigger picture was at hand. With a little more push and Genevieve would spill everything about what she knew. "You're a death eater, aren't you."
"I'm not! I'm not!" Genevieve screamed in frustration, placing both her hands on top of Draco's wound to stop it from bleeding. "I'll tell you anything, everything! Just please get Draco help!"
Draco watched as the girl cried for him, one part of his heart broke hearing her plead for help but another part was happy that she cared for him. He lifted a hand up and gently brushed the stray hairs out of her face, wanting to see her face. "A-are...are you happy still…?" he croaked out.
"Don't talk Draco...you'll be fine. I promise." she hushed, adding more pressure to the bleeding in hopes it would stop. "Please, I beg you Ronald. Harry. I'm begging you, please get a Professor. Just get anyone! Hermione Please!" As if her pleas had been heard, Snape rushed in. With the wave of his wand, Draco stopped bleeding and as quick as he came, Snape took Draco out of the lavatory.
"I'll see you three in my office later." he hissed before turning away.
"How could you three stand there like that?" Genevieve clenched her fists in anger, "I'm starting to wonder who's evil and who's not now. You want answers? Fine!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other, unsure if what they were doing was right or wrong. Indeed, Draco could have died if they let him be, but everyone could die if they didn't find the truth.
"Draco is a death eater, Yes. His task for the Dark Lord is to kill Dumbledore. That Mead, I didn't know it had poison, I was simply asked to get it. Once it was turned over to Draco, I had no clue what it was used for." Staring at the blood in her hands, she felt sick to her stomach. "He's mending the Vanishing cabinet as a portal to Borgin and Burkes. He's trying to let the others in through it. As for the Horcrux, I suspect one could be Nagini since he keeps her with him at all times."
The Golden Trio nodded their head, "We have the information we need...we need to tell Dumbledore. He's in trouble." It was as if they had forgotten what had happened a few minutes prior, causing Genevieve to laugh in disbelief.
"What about me?" she questioned just as they were about to leave. "What if I get in trouble? With You-Know-Who. Was I just a means for information? Did you guys even think of me as your friend for the past years?"
Harry stared at the girl for a brief moment and let out a saddened smile, "We did...until you betrayed us. Until you let Umbridge in, Until you killed your own Uncle, My Godfather, Until you cursed Katie and poisoned Ron."
"You didn't believe me when I said I didn't do it…" Genevieve asked but it came out as more of a statement. "When I said I would prove myself...I was just being used?"
Hermione wanted to reach out to the girl and say that they actually loved her and that they trusted her, but it was too hard to come out. "We...we just want to know the truth."
"Truth? Then, Ron...did you even love me?" Genevieve stared at her blood stained hand, "Was I just in my own delusion?"
Ron glanced downwards guiltily, knowing very well that the other had genuine feelings for him, "I'm sorry Vie. I just wanted to spite them, I didn't mean to do it. Forgive me for being childish." Ron stared at the female before Hermione's hand slipped into his and gave it a gentle tug. "We...had no choice. I'm so sorry."
"Ronald Weasley! How could you do this to me?" She cried, clasping her hands to her chest tightly as she felt an unbearably painful squeeze in her chest. Although her face showed inexplicable pain and betrayal, her eyes shed no tears. The trio looked at the black sheep of the Slytherin house with a slight frown, unsure if it was guilt for lying or simply, they felt it had to be done for the greater good. Young Geneviève Black glanced between her supposed three best friends before howling in maniacal laughter, feeling the last bit of happiness slipping past her fingertips. For the past six years, Genevieve hadn't cared what others saw of her, she hadn't cared what they said and how they bullied her. All she cared about was her three friends whom she'd been with despite everything.
"You could use me, use me against Draco. Use me against the entire Slytherin House. Even use me against my own family. But why! Why use me for my feelings?! 6 Years! I was willing to risk my everything for you!" she yelled in fury. "Out of all the things to toy with...why my feelings?! WHY!?"
"It's all for the greater good Vivi...We're sorry." Harry whispered almost inaudible. His heart felt like it was being stabbed, but he knew what Genevieve felt was 100x more painful than what he felt.
"Don't call me that!" Picking up Draco's wand, Genevieve felt like everything had suddenly aligned. "I was ready to lay down my life for you guys...If you'd ask if I could die for any of you three, I would because you were my friends, my best friends. Not anymore."
'I'll finish what you started, Draco. Mark. My Words. I'll make them pay for it.'