A/N: sorry for taking so long time, but my computer went crazy. And I've also started to write on a new fanfic… I think it's gonna be pretty cool=)

means that someone's thinking.

And, as usual, my disclaimer: Ok *cough*. I do NOT own Harry Potter or any other of our friends at Hogwarts (except Draco, whom I'm keeping tied in my bedroom;)). The only thing I own is this plot and my characterization of the people it contains. The grammar mistakes, though, is NOT mine… ahem…ok, just read the story, please!!!   

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Against Her Will By Aradia Violet

Chapter Three: The Marking Ceremony

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Everything was black. Ginny tried to open her eyes, but realized they already were opened. She blinked, but it was still dark. It must be night, she thought, although no squib could be heard. Every inch of her body was hurting, like someone had just slammed her into a rock wall. She felt her head laying on something soft rising from the ground, not in the grass. She recognized it as a lap.

Suddenly a warm feeling rushed through her. It was the same feeling she got every time Harry was around. The feeling that she was leaving her body and floating on a soft cloud. She tried to smile, but then her lip started to ache.

"Harry" she said dimly, raising her hand toward where she thought his face would be. "What are you doing here?"

Not a sound.

"Harry?" she said again. Still she didn't get any answer. "I asked you; what are you doing here?" she demanded more firmly.

"Did that Willow take away your memory or something, Weasley?" She heard a voice say. The feeling she had felt, vanished.

"Draco?" She said flabbergasted.

"Yes, Draco. And now I think you should get off my leg, it's fallen asleep."

Slightly confused, she tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't carry her, so she sat down in the grass, looking suspicious at where she thought Draco was.

"What are you doing here?" She heard him stand up. 

"Saving your life. And stop repeating yourselves, I'm not deaf."

"Saving my life? I thought the sky had to become green, and the moon turn into a cheese before that happened. Save me from what?" She added.

"From ending up like something rather uninviting." A little impatient he continued, "Are you going to take my hand or what? I'm beginning to get tired of holding it out."

"And how do you think I'm able to see your hand when it's in the middle of the night?" she snapped. His tone annoyed her. She reached out a hand, which he seized. Then he dragged her up. Grudgingly she put her arm around his neck, letting him hold her up.

" What are you talking about, Weasley? The sun hasn't even set!"

"But it's all dark!"      

"You can't see anything?" he sounded somewhat anxious.

"No" she said unsteadily.

Then he tightened his grip around her.

"I think we better hurry," he said when she let out a surprised exclamation of his move, and started to walk up to the castle. She limped as fast as she could, trying to ignore the pain that shot through her leg every time she set it down.

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Draco had to carry the swooned Ginny all the stairs up to the hospital wing. Not that he mind; she was as light as a feather. Actually he didn't know why he even bothered doing this; Draco Malfoy didn't do favours -but, he reminded himself, it would've been pure evil to let her lay on the field, and despite what everyone said, he wasn't that bad. And another more particular thing; why did the fact that Weasley couldn't see hassle him? But deep inside he knew what kind of courses that occasioned blindness, all of them dark, and it was mainly because of that he'd become a little anxious, even if it was only Ginny. Then there was the fact that she'd referred him as 'Draco', in contrast to Potter and his little gang. What did that mean?

The Weasley-girl had passed out at the foot of the stairs. It was strange, he thought, to have someone completely depending on him. No one had ever done that before, apart from…. Pansy! He had forgotten her! "Draco, you're such a fucking idiot," he murmured angry. He knocked on the hospital door, and handed Ginny to a surprised madam Pomfrey. Then he ran down the stone stairs, out the main entrance, and directly to the Forbidden Forest.

The sky was coloured purple and blood red, the trees waving in the wind in a black contrast. Out of breath, he leaned against a tree trunk where the forest began. He scouted into the dark, looking for a trace or evidence or anything at all. The more he searched, the more eased did he get. If everything looks as normal, then nothing can have happened! He kept telling himself.

Suddenly he gasped, and dashed forward to a patch some metres away. It was shaped as a circle, and the middle of it was black by ash. The circle itself was totally round, and had room for exactly five people at the rim, and one in the centre. Draco had seen this too many times in his life. His father had insisted that Draco should be present at every Marking of high-ranked person. Draco knew perfectly well how the ceremony elapsed. Voldemort used the oldest part of the dungeons, which contained most vibrations from dead prisoners. He always had four masked men within the circle, though they didn't actually do anything, at least Draco couldn't see what use the Dark Lord had of them. They just stood there, not saying a word. It had to be some sort of ancient magic, Draco thought. Torches lighted the dungeon, causing creepy wandering shadows in every corner.

Then Voldemort would take a step forward, and the one that would get marked, kneeled down. What happened after that, Draco didn't know. The whole room was always filled with a (if there actually is something like that) black light, lasting for several moments. Draco hated this part most of all. It spread the same coldness that the Dementors, penetrate your entire body and mind. As though an arrow made of ice had pierced through your heart, and you could never get healed from the wound. It made you want to cry and scream and never stop, but not able to even move a finger, and all you felt was falling. Falling forever. Time didn't matter, place didn't matter. The only thing in the world was you and the darkness that surrounded you completely, and made you wonder if you were dead, and this was the place they'd send you to.

Suddenly he would be disengaging from the thoughts or dreams or whatever it was, and the dungeon would be exactly like how it had been some minutes (or was it hours?) ago. It never seemed like any of the others in the room was affected like Draco, except the Dedicated one. He or she always looked as if they'd seen a ghost, pale and trembling, clutching their forearm. Their dreadful eyes glued themselves to Draco's mind, making him wake up from a nightmare, his pyjamas soaked and the bedclothes undone, himself gasping like he'd ran a marathon. He'd swore he would never ever let them make the eyes of the ones he loved look like that.

And now he had failed.   

Blinded by a crazy light
I fell into the darkest night
Those magic ties
The two of us
I couldn't see it turn to dust

~Roxette

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A/N: I want to thank EVERYONE that has reviewed my story. THANX THANX THANX!!!! I luv u all:)

And a special thank to Annie, my wonderful beta=)