Author: Hallie Marie

Author E-mail: hypergal1987@hotmail.com

Title: Seducing the Dark Side

Genre: Romance/Angst

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. If you recognize it, its not mine. Even if you do not recognize it something, it probably does not belong to me.

Summary: Three years after Ginny left Hogwarts, we meet up with her on her quest to get power. Is power really what Ginny wants? Or is power the only way to win over the 'love of her life'?

"Harry, wake up, you've gotten an owl."

"No thanks, I'm just going to roll over, pretend I didn't hear that, and go back to sleep"

"Take it if you don't want to have cow manure dumped on you."

"That's just sick and wrong! Alright, Alright, I'll get up." Harry grabbed the letter in which Hedwig had delivered.

Harry,

Can you meet me at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow around three? I have something I want to discuss with you. Oh, and don't bring Hermione, she might not be able to contain herself from telling someone something.

See you later,

Ron

"Bloody Hermione, you woke me up for that? It's not even the same kind of parchment the agency writes one!"

"I have my reasons."

"What, may I ask, are those reasons?"

"It's snowing."

"Let me get this straight, you woke me up because I got a letter from Ron, and it's snowing? How insane have you become my dear wife?"

"Let's go outside."

"Oh, for goodness sakes, all right, though we probably need clothes on, because Mrs. Sadenior would have a field day if we didn't."

"Ah, but wouldn't it be SO much fun to go out stark naked?"

"Only if you want to get the flu. Well, if we are going to go outside, we might as well get out there. What time is it, anyhow?"

"Oh, let me check, its about five forty-five."

"What! You got me up this early?"

"Yeah, so?" Hermione kissed the side of Harry's neck," Hmm… it's not that bad, is it?"

"No, but we wont be going outside any time soon, I don't think I can let you leave this bed until at LEAST ten." And the couple did not leave their bed until eleven that morning.

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Draco led Ginny through the castle to a small chamber in one of the towers. The room was decorated in a home-like manner, not too elegant, but there was just enough elegance in the air that one felt like they were in the bedroom of a rich house.

"These will be your chambers when you are staying in the castle."

"Where are you chambers Draco?"

"These are my chambers." Draco then kissed Ginny's forehead, "Well, make yourself at home. I have some business to attend to, I'll be back when I am through, which should be soon." Draco told Ginny before gliding out of the room. Once Draco left, Ginny walked over to the fireplace and fell into an overstuffed armchair. She cuddled into the cushions and fell asleep.

When Draco returned he looked over at the fireplace to see Ginny asleep, looking very much like one of the woman that Voldemort kept on hand, though Ginny was not made through spells, making her look all the better.

"Ginny, the Dark Lord wishes to speak with you," said Draco, waking the sleeping figure.

"What"

"Voldemort wants to get you initiated as soon as possible."

"Oh my, I have a problem, the mark must not be on my arm, where there is potential danger that 'The Boy Who Lived', the mudblood, and my dear brother might notice. Especially Potter, as he is an Auror."

"Don't worry, that has been taken care of, we are to make the mark invisible with a series of charms that do not have counter-curses unless the one whom wears them deactivates the charms."

"The Dark Lord is smarter then I thought," commented Ginny.

"Actually, that was my idea."

"Oh, and that just confirms my opinion of your intelligence."

"Come, we must be going," Draco led Ginny out of the room without another word.

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Lavender and Ron were sitting in a classy restaurant, a place where many 'famous' wizards and their friends often came to have an evening out. The two were in the process of ordering their food.

"Lavender, what do you think looks good?"

"I don't know, the filet looks good, so does the Honey Salmon."

"I think the Honey Salmon sounds the best out of the two."

"Yes, that's what I was leaning towards, and I take it you will be having your usual steak."

"You are presuming right, m'dear."

"You are so predictable, Ron."

"Me, predictable wom—Lavender, are you sure there is not anything wrong with you?"

"The only thing I could find wrong with me is that I can stand being with you Ron." said Lavender jokingly.

"Have you been taking lessons from Harry or Hermione, because you sure are getting good at shooting me down, Lav."

"No, actually I have been taking lessons from you, Ron darling."

"Mio, teach you something like that?" commented Ron. "No, I don't think so," he sat for a moment before adding, " I wouldn't teacher anyone to shoot me down." This statement only made Lavender laugh. However, what started as a laughing lady, ended up as Lavender shrieking her head off. Luckily, she controlled herself before the whole restaurant was looking at her like she was insane, which she probably was.

After eating their dinner the two lovebirds went for a walk, a walk to Ronald's flat. Once getting in the flat (With much difficulty as they were kissing the entire time) Ron dragged Lavender to his bedroom and had his 'way' with her.

Later that night, after doing some 'exercise', Ron and Lavender did some talking.

"Hey, Lav, I have something to discuss with you."

"What Ron?" said Lavender finishing with a long yawn.

"Move in with me, we have (when totaled together) been going out four years." pleaded Ron.

"But Ron, I just got my flat the way I like it, so why don't you move into my place?"

"Hmm… that sounds like an excellent idea."

"Yes, as, if I moved in here I would be a bit disturbed knowing that until three months ago Harry and Hermione were in the next room doing their monkey sex thing."

"What monkey sex thing?"

"I walked in on them when we first started going out again, it's not something I wish to describe."

"Is it something you wish to reenact?" asked Ron, with a mysterious grin on his freckled face.

"I don't know, I would have to have a willing volunteer to help me with my reenactment."

"Ah, I am just a bit more then willing."

At this we leave them to experience their monkey sex in private.

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"Harry! Harry, are you home?" shouted Hermione.

"Yeah, I'm upstairs cleaning the attic." replied Harry. Hermione ran upstairs and greeted Harry with a kiss.

"You know you have waited until I got back from my meeting to start cleaning."

"I know, I was bored though," said Harry, "Speaking of the meeting, how'd it go?"

"It went wonderful, if I say so myself. We got the building!"

"You and Lavender seriously got the building? That's so wonderful love!"

"Yes, and now we will be able to open the bookshop by next summer. Though, the little museum in the back might take a little longer."

"How did I know you would one day open a bookstore? Maybe, I can just predict the future! Oh, and how exactly did you get Lavender to help you, she never seemed the bookish type during school."

"Oh yes, you can see the future like I can, or would, belch the United States Anthem! I got Lavender to do it because I promised her she could be in charge of the romance section. As in ordering the books and such."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

"Harry," started Hermione.

"What?"

"You look like a muggle vacuum cleaner exploded on you."

"You would to had you spend the last two hours cleaning this place."

"Go and take a shower, and dinner will be on the table when you're through."

"So does that mean that I won't get dinner if I don't clean up?"

"Yes, that's what it means, because I don't want Sirius and Arabella to have to look at you while you are remarkably dusty."

"What? Sirius and Bella are eating here tonight?"

"Yes, and this has been planned for two weeks!" exclaimed Hermione, "Has your brain gone on vacation, or what?"

"OH, now I remember! Why were they coming over again?"

"To see us!"

"Okay, I guess I had better go change now." Harry then walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

"I'm married to a total IDIOT!"

"Hey, lady, I heard that!"

"Oh, what are you going do, drag me in there with you?"

"Yes," said Harry, then he opened the door, grabbed her, and dragged Hermione into the bathroom with him, "I think I will."

Twenty minutes later Harry and Hermione emerged from the bathroom feeling totally refreshed.


"I had better start cooking, Sirius and Bella are going to be here in forty minutes." said Hermione.

"Can't we just owl them and cancel?" pleaded Harry.

"Nope, we haven't seen the two of them in a month!"

"Oh, all right, fine."

"You sound a bit like you lost your best friend, would you like me to tell Sirius that he's not wanted?"

"What? NO, no, no, no, no, NO WAY!"

"Well then don't complain."

"Okay, I'm going to go get into something clean now, if that's alright with you, my highness."

"Yes, it's alright with me, dear kind of this house."

So Sirius and Arabella came and went, nothing much exciting happened the rest of the night, except some reading on Harry and Hermione's part. Well, maybe if you count their monkey sex, then they did do something else that night.

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In a room, two hundred miles away, sat three people. They were discussing things that no one but people in their closest circle were to know. Meaning that the only people in the room would ever know what they were discussing.

"You are sure you will do your duties for the Dark Side, especially since you will be given some of the most difficult assignments that are given?" the oldest man, if he could be called a man, asked the youngest in the room.

"I am quite sure milord, I will do everything in my power to serve you faithfully."

"Just what I wanted to hear you say." commented Lord Voldemort.

"Shall we initiate her tonight, Master?" asked Draco.

"Yes, I think that would be wise."

"Will this be a private initiation, in order to conceal her identity even better?"

"Good idea, my boy."

"Also, I think it would be wise to change Ginny's appearance while she is in the castle, and on assignments, so that no one has even a small chance of telling people about where her loyalties lie, as they wont know she has joined."

"That would be wise, a new name too. How about we changer the color of her hair to blonde, her eyes to clear blue, and take away her freckles. Oh, and make her a bit shorter too." The Dark Lord did some serious thinking before saying the next part, "As for her name, how about Gwen Chartier?"

"I like that very much, sir." replied Draco thoughtfully, "How about you Ginny?"

"Yes, I like that very much. I shouldn't have too much trouble answering to that, as Gwen sounds very much like Gin. Which, I suppose, is why you chose I, my Lord." answered Ginny.

"Very good, my dear." said Voldemort, "My dear boy, not only is she close to Potter, but she's a smart one too! I always expected that other then that mudblood he hung around with a bunch of floozies."

"We had better change her appearance now, before we forget." commented Draco.

"Oh yes," and with a wave of his hand Ginny changed into Gwen, "Now, Gwen, could you please excuse Draco and myself and head to your chambers, you know where they are."

"Yes, sir," said Gwen, in a voice very new and foreign to her. Gwen then exited the room.

"Now, Draco, my son, you seem very fond of that darling young lady."

"Yes, Lord, I supposed I am quite fond of her."

"Good, that is as it should. If all goes as planned, one day the two of you are to be married. You are now dismissed."

"Thank you Master."


All the way to his, and now Gwen/Ginny's chambers he dwelt on what Lord Voldemort had stated. 'If all goes as planned, one day the two of you are to be married.' Draco hoped beyond hope that everything went as planned. No woman had captivated Draco's attention for as long as Ginny had, even in her Gwen form.

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"Hey Harry!" shouted Ron across the restaurant.

"There you are Ron." greeted Harry, "What did you want to talk about?"

"Oh, just something."

"What would this something be? This wouldn't be the something that I am thinking of, would it?"

"What exactly are you thinking of?"

"That you want to propose to Lavender."

"Damn it, am I that transparent?"

"No, only to someone whom as been your friend since the age of eleven."

"Ah, and I wonder who that would be, maybe Hermione?"

"That's a laugh. Did you know that she woke me up at five forty-five yesterday because of your owl? She had me thinking that it was from the agency! All because she wanted to find out what it contained! She is much nosier now then I ever remember her being during school." At this both men started laughing at the insanity of their friend, or in Harry's case his wife.

"Man, Harry, she has got you whipped!"

"No, she doesn't, I just chose to do what she says, as I don't want to get on her bad side."

"Yet again, I state, you are whipped."

"You do know that if Hermione has I me whipped Lavender's got you whipped three times worse."

"That is not true, not true at all."

"If you say so," remarked Harry.

"I do say so."

"Do you have a ring yet?"

"No, I just haven't found the right one yet."

"Just remember, it took my five months to find the perfect one to give to Hermione, and you have only just started looking."

"Must I point out, once again, how damn picky you were when picking out the ring for Hermione?" emphasized Ron, "I swear, we went to every jewelry shop in Great Britain (wizard and muggle) and you still couldn't find the right one! I remember we went to the United States on business only then did you find the right ring!"

"Okay, maybe I was a bit picky."

"A bit? You were absolutely insane, I swear, all I wanted was to tell Hermione and just have you propose to her without the ring!"

"But that would have been no fun, I wouldn't have gotten to see the look of surprise on her face had you done that!"

"I just hope I'm not as a nut case as you were this time last year."

"Ron, do shut your mouth."

"But, my dear friend, where would the fun be in that?"

"You're making it sound like there is current fun at the moment."

"Oh, there is. Are you thick or what."

"No, I am not thick, you're just being your usual self, which is acting like a complete and total git."

"You know, if I can't get encouragement from you, then I'll go and talk to someone who will give me encouragement."

"Who would that be, the only person who pops in my mind would be Lavender. However, I don't think you it would be wise to ask her where to buy rings, unless of course you don't want the element of surprise when you pop the question."

"You're so evil."

"It's my specialty. Now, if I'm going to help you pick out a ring, don't we need to be in a jewelry shop first?"

"That would probably be a good idea."

For a good two hours the two men cruised through all the jewelry shops that they could find.

"So, you were saying how picky, because I seem to remember at least considering some rings, you have just said that its not what you're looking for to each ring shown to you," remarked Harry.

"Yeah, well, I know what I am looking for, you didn't." replied Ron.

"Well then, what are you looking for?"

"Um… I'll know it when I see it."

"I rest my case."

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"Harry, is that you dear?" called Hermione from their kitchen.

"No, it's the boogie monster," said Harry sarcastically.

"Mr. Boogie Monster, would you like to sit down and have dinner, as my husband is not present he will never need to know." Hermione called back playfully.

"Oh my, who do I have myself involved with?" said Harry as he entered the kitchen.

"A mad woman"

"Good, just the way I like them."

"So, what did Ron want to talk to you about?" asked Hermione.

"Just manly stuff."

"What kind of manly things? The size of your dicks, because if that's all I will inform Ron that you aren't lying."

"Shut it you."

"Why should I?"

"Because I said so."

"You say that like it means something."


"Well, it should."

"But it doesn't," said Hermione as she set dinner on the table, "now let's eat dinner."

"Oh, is there something going on that you're not telling me about?"

"No."

"I'm not sure I believe you."

"Harry, just eat your dinner."

"Oh, all right."

Half an hour later, after eating and cleaning the kitchen, Harry and Hermione sat in their living room cuddling, as they usually do after dinner. Harry was reading Which Broomstick, while Hermione was reading Household Charms.

"Harry,"

"Hmm…"

"What do you think about having kids?"

"I want kids, Hermione, you know that."

"Harry, we're having a baby." At this statement Harry sat staring at Hermione in disbelief.

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent, I went to the mediwizard today." Hermione started laughing at Harry's expression when the realization hit him.

"Oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH!" This only made Hermione laugh even harder.

"I love the look of surprise on your face, dear."

"We're going to be parents!" said Harry, still not totally sure that he wasn't dreaming, "Oh my gosh, shouldn't you be resting?"

"Harry, the I'm only 6 weeks pregnant, I'm not invalid."

"So?"

"I'm going to be fine! Oh my, you are going to be frantic come the seventh month of the pregnancy aren't you."

"I will not."

"How about I make you a deal, if by the seventh month you aren't totally crazy I will get you that dog you have been wanting."

"What if I am totally crazy by the seventh month?"

"You buy me a cat."

"What if I don't go crazy until the eighth month?"

"Then I still get you the dog."

"Alright." Harry grinned at this and then said to Hermione's lower abdomen, "Hey little guy, your going to have a dog!"

"And how, do you know the baby's going to be a boy?"

"I'm a psychic, what can I say."

"Well, your not psychic, your psycho! I'm almost positive the baby is a girl."

"Just how would you know this?"

"Woman's intuition."

"Let's wait until the baby is born to find out the sex of the baby."

"Alright. Hmm… what did you say? Something about sex?"

"Wow, someone must be a little kinky."

"You bet mister."

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Gin sat in her flat thinking about the assignment she had been given. She was to find out every single detail about Harry's life that the Dark Lord might find useful in an attempt to kill Harry. Anything she might think minor and doesn't tell Voldemort could have been the major thing that would have helped to kill Harry. Of course, is the destruction of Harry even possible, he has gone through many fights with Voldemort before, what would be different this time from the last time? Ginny was on Voldemort's side.

Until Finny had been given this assignment she hadn't realized how much she really wished that Harry was dead. She wondered where these feelings were coming from. Had they always been something she felt, just subconsciously, or were they recent developments? Are the feelings permanent, or is this just something that will pass in good time, and she will regret every joining with Voldemort. Most importantly, was the only reason she was doing this because she wanted to be noticed?

What would her brothers think of her if they ever found out that she was associated with the Dark Side? Well, they wouldn't find out, not with her disguise. No one would ever recognize her which she sported that, not even Harry and Ron, who were both Aurors, no one.