Okay, chapter two is here. You may realize that it's not very dark yet, but I promise you, this will pick up. Anyway, keep reading, not much to say, really. I think this chapter will be better than the first, though there really is no Draco/Ginny action yet, that will come in the next chapter. Please read and review, it makes me happy…
Main Characters: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy
Year at Hogwarts: Ginny's Sixth, Draco's Seventh
Ages: Ginny- 16, Draco- 17
Spoilers: Eventually all four books
Genre: This will, potentionally, turn out to be a very dark fic. Angst and Romance ahead, and even a few snogs, if you're lucky ;-)
Rating: PG-13 for now, may be R later chapters
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter
I would also like you to pay close attention to the dream sequences, as they are essential to the tore and plot.
Chapter Two: The Threatening Beauty Through the Eyes of the Looking Glass
Ginny woke up the next day feeling very dazed, she had a terrible headache. Shaking her head and opening her eyes very slowly, she froze and screamed when she realized that she wasn't in her dorm room, but in a very large and eloquently decorated room. If you stood in the doorway facing the room, the bed that Ginny was on was in the center of the wall in front of you. In other words, Ginny's bed was in the center of the south wall… or would that be north? Anyway…
It consisted of a very large wardrobe on Ginny's left, a black leather loveseat in the upper left corner, a desk with a pretty red and silver Tiffany-looking lamp on her right, and a very lovely vanity in the upper right corner; it looked like it must have been an antique as well. On the vanity, there was a very old looking oak hairbrush, hairpin, and mirror set. The vanity also had a small rose decorated jewelry box as well, which Ginny guessed probably contained very old, yet very beautiful jewels.
The room was most obviously feminine, as there were flowers adorned in various places of the room. The vanity had a vase consisted of red and white carnations and some baby's-breath. The desk had a silver vase with red roses in it, matching the lamp. The posts on the canopy bed had black and white roses intertwined on them. And there was a very large Persian rug in the center of the room that consisted of Chinese looking scenery with flowers as well.
The carpet was black and white marble, and all of the furniture was a very expensive looking polished dark reddish brown wood that Ginny couldn't quite identify. She had wished she would have some company occupying the furniture, as the room seemed to creep her out, especially since she was alone.
The canopy bed had a thick down black comforter, and lifting it up she realized that there were two layers of sheets, black and silver silk. The mattress covering was a very out of place emerald green silk, as everything else in the room was silver, black, red, or white. She couldn't believe how large the bed was, at least twice as large as hers at home. The canopy coverings were red and white, and looked pink when blended together.
There was also a large marble fireplace on the wall in front of her, which was pretty far away, considering how large the room was.
There was a picture of a gorgeous blonde woman with a very stern looking face in the middle of that wall, hanging above the fireplace. The stern woman was so beautiful that Ginny thought she must have been a Veela, or at least partly. The woman's eyes were pure liquid silver, untouched with any other color. Ginny realized, with a shudder, that the eyes on the woman bared a startling resemblance to Malfoy's icy ones.
She started to feel very cold when she looked down and saw that she was still clad in her tiny green nightgown. She wouldn't normally wear something so promiscuous like that, but, she also wouldn't normally end up in some random house where people would be looking at her. Now, she hoped that no one would come in at all very soon, as she had brought nothing to cover her. Well, thinking she really didn't have a choice in the matter, she shook her head, and resumed looking at her surroundings.
Obviously, the person who brought her here wasn't considerate, or else they would have covered her with something. Then, she thought about the question further, and realized that any person that would kidnap someone else and bring them somewhere unidentifiable would not be any sort of nice person at all.
She looked up and saw what she thought was a pure crystal chandelier, but looking closer, she realized that it wasn't. It consisted of nothing but pure diamonds and gold. The person who owned the place must have been very wealthy, a fabulous decorator, and also probably very cold, as the room was completely devoid of windows. Ginny thought this was very strange, and started wondering what type of person would own a home so expensive which had no windows. Then, looking closer at the picture in front of her, every second it started to resemble someone she knew very well. With the silver-blonde hair and silver eyes…
She was in Malfoy Manor.
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Draco woke up the next morning feeling very anxious about going home, he didn't have to unpack his things, it would be very stupid to unpack when he would only stay for one night. Looking at the clock, he realized that it was already five minutes to seven. Shit! He had overslept. "Father will be here in a few minutes!" he thought, panicking. He dressed quickly in a black and silver robe and sprayed some cologne on himself that had a cool, refreshing smell of patchouli and mint. He quickly grabbed a comb and tried brushing his hair, it wouldn't comply, and he decided he would rather have messy hair than be late for his father. He grabbed his suitcases, placed a feather light charm on them, and in a minute's time, he was out the door.
He was hoping that since it was still pretty early, and since Slytherins were not particularly early risers, nobody would be in the common room yet. He didn't have any time to waste with petty conversation.
He was wrong.
Sure enough, sitting in his favorite suede armchair facing the fireplace was Pansy, who brightened when she saw him. Draco trying not to look at her and walking past her in a hurry failed to dismiss her, and for some reason, she thought he was trying to flirt with her or some other silly conclusion, as she wrung her arms around the back of his neck and attached herself. She reminded Draco of an eight legged octopus, who smelt strongly of lavender.
"Oh, Draco baby! I missed you sooo much over the summer! I just couldn't stop thinking of you and-"
"You told me already Pansy. Now, if you would excuse me, I'm in quite of a hurry and-"
"Draco don't be silly! Talk to me! After all, you never answered any of my letters! Why is that Draco? Draco! Why aren't you paying attention to me? Oh, by the way, have you seen my new-"
"Bye Pansy!" he said quite roughly, pushing past her and running out the door. He thought to himself, "I should have never agreed to take that girl to the Yule Ball; I never really liked her anyway. And, of course, ever since she's been following me everywhere…" he arrived at the entrance minutes later. Luckily, his father wasn't there yet, and he had time to wait.
About two minutes later and right on time, Lucius appeared in the entrance hall. He rounded on Draco-
"Ah, there you are boy. At least you aren't late. Hurry along now son, we have business to attend to." Draco followed him outside. Apparently, they would be traveling by train, Lucius had his ordered over to Hogwarts.
Draco still didn't know what this "business" was, his father wouldn't tell him. He secretly hoped it would be involving the Dark Lord. He wanted power and influence like his father had, and he'd be damned if he didn't get it. Draco always got what he wanted.
"Father?" Draco asked Lucius, hoping to get more information out of him.
"Yes, Draco? If this is about your mission, I'm not telling you yet." Lucius smirked over at his son, a knowing, Malfoy smirk. He watched his son curiously, and listened to him whine, amused.
"But father, we are nearly there! Why can't I know?"
The waitress on the train came up to them at the moment to offer them something. Draco declined, and she gave Lucius a glass of fine champagne. After thanking the waitress and taking a sip of the expensive champagne, he responded-
"All in good time, my boy, all in good time. I suggest you try the Rosa Sala, you might find something of interest there…" he said with a wink and a smile. The Manor had, after all, over 57 rooms; they weren't quite sure how many, since there were so many secret passages. So far, though, they had found 57 of them, and Lucius had a special name for at least half of them. This particular room he was talking about was named Rose Hall, which was translated to Rosa Sala because Lucius had a passion for Spanish, Latin, Italian, and French.
"Alright Father," said Draco, feeling very excited, but he wouldn't dare show it. Lucius had taught him to hide his more intense emotions. "Showing your true self leads to being controlled," he'd say.
"I wonder what he's hiding…" Draco thought. "It has to be something really important, for taking me out of school and everything; he wouldn't normally do this, as he likes to have the manor to himself and mother. Well, mother's really never home anyway, so she doesn't matter. Anyway- I wonder why he has it in the Rose Hall? That is, after all, mother's old room…"
Lucius had Narcissa stay in a separate room while she was pregnant with Draco, because "A woman needs to have a separate living quarter when she is with child. Any other way is indecent and inhumane, really. She needs to be tended to and fawned over…" Lucius would say.
Draco's father really does love Narcissa, contrary to what most people believe. Everyone thought that they married because it was arranged, and it was for money reasons, but he truly loves her. His only weakness is her, Draco always did wish that he was loved by his father as much as Narcissa was. Oh what power he would have over Lucius.
Arriving at the manor, Draco waited impatiently for his father and entered the kitchen first. His mother was sitting at the table drinking tea, and she immediately brightened when she saw him. She ran over and squeezed him tightly, kissing him all over his pale face. "Mother… honestly, it's only been a day!" She straightened up and took a proper look at him, "Oh I know dear, but you're just so irresistible with your hair like that! It's so cute, you should really stop putting all of those hair enchantments and gel on it, it looks much better this way! Oh, and by the way, your surprise mission is waiting for you in the Rosa Sala, just up the west branch staircase and…" "I know where it is mother, thank you." He ran out of the kitchen and made a beeline to the west grand staircase.
Running across the checkered floor and making twists and turns here and there, he finally found the room and smiled. He crept up and put his ear up to the door to listen… perhaps he may hear something. Nothing, just dead silence. He smiled, tapped his foot, and opened the door…
( A/N – Ooo, little cliffy! What is going to happen next, do you think? Is this the room Ginny is in? Is she going to die from being so cold? Is Draco going to die from shock? WHAT WHAT WHAT??? Heehee… Review, and tune in next time… )