Hey I'm back! Did you miss me? I know you did! Big Thanks to Hjordis who
wrote the last chapter for me because my meanie-butt parents banned me from
my computer because of a lousy D in chemistry! ANYWAY I saw Chamber of
Secrets 3 times and DUH Draco (AKA Tom Felton) was VERY HOT ::drool:: HA
! I will marry him some day he just doesn't know it yet HAHA! Anyway I
know you don't wanna hear ME so on with the chapter! (P.S. thanks to all my
lovely reviewers you all get COOKIES YAY!! ~ * dances like the idiot she
is, throwing cookies to random people * ~)
A Walk on the Wild Side Chapter 4
~*~
On the day of Arthur Weasley's funeral it was bitter cold. The sky was a deep shade of gray that foreshadowed rain later.
Ginny Weasley was in her room preparing. Her black dress was so old it had begun to fade to gray. It made her skin seem unnaturally pale. She slicked a tube of blood red lipstick on her mouth.
"Ginny." The girl turned to the door, where Hermione stood. Her eyes were filled deep pity. Ginny frowned; she hated pity. "The cars are here."
Together the two girls descended down the stairs. Ginny watched as all of her brothers, her mother, Harry, and Hermione headed out to the cars.
~*~
".Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me."
Molly Weasley dabbed her handkerchief to her eyes, trying to stifle the sound of her cries. The six Weasley brothers watched the casket before them, stone-faced. Ginny watched, her expression vacant. It was as if she wasn't even there.
*It was my fault *, she thought. *If it hadn't been for my visions, Dad would still be alive. *
The priest closed his Bible. The casket was lowered into the ground, and several men began to shovel dirt onto it. *Is it cold down there? * wondered Ginny. *Will Dad be lonely? *
A cool hand on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts. Ginny turned around to Lucius Malfoy standing behind her, Draco at his side.
"Virginia," began Mr. Malfoy, looking upon the young girl with practiced sympathy. "I am terribly sorry to hear of your father's death."
*I just bet you are, * thought Ginny. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius turned to his son. "I expect you home for dinner at six o'clock." Draco nodded, and Mr. Malfoy followed the group of mourners out of the cemetery.
For a moment the two looked at each silently. Then Ginny wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. "Draco," she said, tears finally falling from her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I'm so sorry." The way he said it made him sound so.guilty. As if it was his fault. She buried her face in his shoulders, dampening his cloak. His hand gently ran up and down her back soothingly.
She unearthed her face from his shoulder, letting her cinnamon eyes meet his gray ones. Their lips met softly, then their touch intensified. Once lovemaking had been their game, their private obsession; but it had grown into a release, a way to ignore all the pain and pour their passion and fury into several minutes of entertainment.
They pulled apart for a moment. Draco looked uncertain. "Ginny," he began, surveying the cemetery. "You mean.right here?"
"Yes," she answered, kissing him again. She had nothing to lose, did she? Her family knew, and they tried to stop her (or anyone else), they'd walk away with broken bones. She tore off his cloak, throwing over the fresh dirt on her father's grave. Draco and she lay back on the cloak, his hands on her chest. Her hands strayed onto his legs, into his pelvic region.
She began to breathe heavily, suddenly thinking about the consequences of what she was doing. Ginny could almost hear her father rolling over in his grave in abhorrence. She was a horrible person, a horrible child.
But did that matter anymore? How other people viewed her, her family, her friends. Now it was just Draco; he was the only person Ginny knew would always love her, bad child or not. She let out a sigh of pleasure and put her arms around Draco.
A vision filled her mind. She gasped as she lost control of her body and became lost in the motion picture in her head:
~ "What's the matter?" asked Ginny, thrusting her knife into open skin. Dawn cried out as Ginny drove her knife into the girl's arm. "Does it hurt?" Her friend opened her mouth, but no words flowed out. She began to cry as blood ran in rivers down her arm and onto the stone floor.
"Nicole didn't like it," Draco commented as he appeared suddenly behind Ginny, wrapping his arms around her neck. Ginny grinned, kissing her husband before glancing at the cool body behind her. "And look what happened to her," added Ginny. Draco released Ginny from his embrace. She moved towards Nicole, pulling the knife out of her arm as she released a howl of pain- ~
Ginny was snapped out of her vision when she heard Draco winced. Her hands had worked their way up to his arms. Draco pushed Ginny's hand off his left arm, cradling it to his chest. The two both sat up. "Did I hurt you, Draco?" she said quickly.
"No," he answered quickly. "But-" He began to roll up his sleeve. Ginny watched with wide eyes as Draco revealed a tattoo on his arm; a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. The Dark Mark.
"Got it yesterday," he murmurred. Ginny continued to look at the emblem, which was surrounded by tender pink skin. "Still hurts a little."
Ginny smiled, bending over to kiss his arm. She could feel the ink in his arm tingling with magic foreign to her. "Does it hurt anymore?" she asked him quietly.
He smiled at her. "Not at all."
~*~
They returned to Hogwarts several days later. Many people came up to Ron and Ginny with condolences. Ron accepted graciously, but Ginny snapped at them whenever they said, "I feel so horrible about what happened to you. I know just how you feel."
"You don't know a goddamn thing!" she spat, stalking away. Afterwards, she would always find her way to Draco's bedroom.
In the meantime, her grades had begun to slip; they didn't matter anymore to her. Everyone was surprised to hear perky Miss Ginny Weasley was failing all her classes.
Draco was just as distracted. Frequent letters came from his father to persuade his "bitch" to join Voldemort. Draco tried at all almost every chance he got to talk about the Dark Mark, the noble cause of serving the Dark Lord, and all the benefits. To his surprise, Ginny didn't only listen to him, she brought it up frequently.
Ginny was curled up on Draco's bed in the dark, stroking his new mark. "The Mark, Draco," she was saying. "It's kind of sexy."
"You think so?" he said absently. He knew what was coming. If she asked him if she could get one, he might go insane. "No, Gin!" he wanted to shout. "There are no benefits to being the Dark Lord's lapdog! Run, get away from me, Ginny, as fast as you can!"
She didn't ask that night, though. Ginny instead turned and looked at the clock. "It's late. I should go back to my dorm."
Draco nodded, kissing her forehead. Ginny gathered her things and snuck out of the room, blowing Draco a kiss. *I don't deserve her *, he thought for the hundredth time.
~*~
Ginny glanced across the dining hall at Draco, who was lost in conversation with several upperclassmen. Beside Ginny, Dawn and Nicole were talking quietly about what they'd done that morning at Hogsmeade.
"Hey, Gin?" Dawn said sharply. Ginny turned to her usually light-hearted friend. "Are you listening?"
"Sure," Ginny replied.
"No, you're not," Nicole argued as she polished off a drumstick. "You're looking at Draco again. He doesn't even know you exist."
"Shut up, Nicole," Ginny shot back. "Just because no boy would ever be interested in you doesn't mean you should be a bitch to me." She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not in a great mood today, so maybe it isn't a good idea to mess with me."
Nicole's eyes shone with tears. Dawn glared at Nicole. "Go away, Ginny."
"Fuck off!" Ginny shouted, just loud enough for her friends to hear. She stood up and stormed from the hall.
Draco watched his girl stalk out of the Hall. Excusing himself quietly, he followed Ginny down the hall to the Gryffindor common room.
"Ginny!" he called after her, his cry through the empty hall. She turned around, her face rosy with anger. He ran up to her. "Are you all right?"
"No, Draco, I'm not," she replied. "I hate this. I hate pretending to like my friends. I hate schoolwork and school in general. I hate the fact I haven't spoken to my brothers or mother in weeks. And I hate that I can't spend all of my time with you instead of trudging around this shithole. OK, Draco? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR?"
"It's not," he answered quietly, watching Ginny as she calmed herself down. "Can I.do anything?"
She sighed, turning to the portrait of the Fat Lady on the wall. "Pumpkin Pasty." The portrait swung around, exposing a doorway. She smiled at Draco. "Come keep me company?"
He smiled, his less exuberant, and followed her into the common room. Before he could say anything, she began to tear off his tie, kissing his face. Draco kissed her back, beginning to unbutton the buttons of her sweater. He tossed it over beside the couch.
Ginny took off his belt and hurled it behind her. She tugged his pants down, stopping only to remove her sweater. Draco fingered the lacy ribbon on her bra, then wrapped his arms around her back, working on the clasp. He removed it with ease, having so much practice. Their lips hardly ever left each other's. They leaned back on the couch.
Their ears perked up at the sound of footsteps, but they found it hard to stop. They moved as if underwater, moving too slow to break apart and hide.
The Gryffindors entered the common room, chatting and laughing. All the noise abruptly stopped when they saw a bare-chested Ginny kissing an underwear-clad Draco. Some gasped; others snickered.
"Ginny?" gasped Colin Creevey. As fast as lightning they pulled apart. Mortified, Ginny turned her back to the wall so no one could see her naked. Embarrassed, Hermione picked up Ginny's discarded sweater and handed it to her. Ginny snatched it and muttered a thank you.
The room was deadly silent. Footsteps approached the common room, startling everyone. "What's going on here- oh," Professor McGonagall said, looking at Draco and Ginny. She swallowed and regained her voice. "What's going on?"
"I'm sorry, Professor," Draco began, trying to smooth things over in his normal suave tone. "I just asked Ginny to.look at a cut I had. Make sure it wasn't infected." He finished off with his trademark smirk. * That ought to do It * he thought.
However, the Professor was not impressed. "Students, return to your dorms. Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, please get dressed and meet me outside. Professor Dumbledore will be waiting in his office."
Ginny swallowed and began to put back her clothes. Draco stood there for a moment, and pulled his pants on.
~*~
For the past forty-odd years, Dumbledore had dealt with many strange and usual problems in his student body. One thing he hadn't encountered, though, were two teenagers, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, having sexual intercourse in the Gryffindor common room. While he never let it on to the students in question, he had no idea what to do.
Ginny Weasley was a delicate girl. Her father had just been murdered. Her family was close-knit and overprotective. She'd grown into a brilliant, beautiful young woman and no one had taken notice. Those hormonal energies, tightly constrained, were bound to let loose. But with Draco Malfoy? He was the exact opposite of Virginia. He came from a strict upbringing of corrupt parents, cocky and conceited. His family hated the Weasleys; Draco had never treated any of Ginny's brothers with anything but disrespect, and vise versa. It seems highly improbable for Ginny and Draco to feel romantic feelings for each other.
Yet, here they were, disorganized and sloppy, their cheeks flushed from sex. And they sat in front of Dumbledore, awaiting punishment.
"Well," Dumbledore began. Draco dropped his eyes into his lap. Ginny's brown eyes met the Headmaster's, defiant and proud of it. "You two have broken many school rules tonight. You let a non-Gryffindor into your dorm- and had intercourse. This is strictly forbidden, and must be punished." His eyes were grim. "Two months suspension."
"Two months!" Draco exclaimed. "But I have to take my O.W.Ls in two months. I'll never be ready. I'll-" His eyes widened. "-have to repeat the year!"
Dumbledore shook his head. "You have half an hour to pack. The Hogwarts Express will be waiting for you at the station. You are dismissed." He watched as the two left his presence, suddenly worried about who they would be when they returned to the school.
~*~
The two sat in silence as they sat on the train, riding through the English countryside. After a while, Ginny began to laugh.
"Mum's gonna kill me," she explained to a curious-looking Draco. He wasn't quite so happy about the situation. She frowned. "Are you OK?"
"No," he snapped. "My father's going to be furious. I'll be lucky if he decides to spare my life!"
Ginny reached out and touched his cold face. "Don't worry, Draco," she whispered. "It'll be all right."
"Have you seen anything?" he said in a hushed tone, despite the fact no one else was there. "Any visions?" Ginny shook her head.
"You'll just have to trust me," she told him. He nodded, putting his hand over hers, taking comfort in her warmth.
The air outside the train compartment rippled. Both of them looked up to see Lucius Malfoy appear outside the door. He opened the door, smiling psychotically at his son and his son's lover. "Virginia, Draco," he greeted them. "My Master is awaiting you."
Draco felt his heart pound upon his rib cage. "Voldemort-"
"-is waiting for his most loyal servant's captive." Ginny looked at Draco.
"Voldemort knows about me?" she said quietly. Her face was unreadable.
"To save your life," Draco told her honestly. "I told him about your visions."
"Yes, Lord Voldemort has a great need for a Seer in his inner circle." Lucius drew his wand. "Stand, girl."
Draco winced as his arm began to burn. Rolling up his sleeve, he saw the skull on his arm had turned an inky black.
"The Dark Lord awaits," Lucius said, his wand at Ginny's throat. Reluctantly she stood, and Lucius snatched her wrist.
"Don't hurt her, Father," Draco begged.
"I won't," promised Lucius, as he Apparated away with Ginny. Draco followed, afraid of what was to come next.
A Walk on the Wild Side Chapter 4
~*~
On the day of Arthur Weasley's funeral it was bitter cold. The sky was a deep shade of gray that foreshadowed rain later.
Ginny Weasley was in her room preparing. Her black dress was so old it had begun to fade to gray. It made her skin seem unnaturally pale. She slicked a tube of blood red lipstick on her mouth.
"Ginny." The girl turned to the door, where Hermione stood. Her eyes were filled deep pity. Ginny frowned; she hated pity. "The cars are here."
Together the two girls descended down the stairs. Ginny watched as all of her brothers, her mother, Harry, and Hermione headed out to the cars.
~*~
".Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me."
Molly Weasley dabbed her handkerchief to her eyes, trying to stifle the sound of her cries. The six Weasley brothers watched the casket before them, stone-faced. Ginny watched, her expression vacant. It was as if she wasn't even there.
*It was my fault *, she thought. *If it hadn't been for my visions, Dad would still be alive. *
The priest closed his Bible. The casket was lowered into the ground, and several men began to shovel dirt onto it. *Is it cold down there? * wondered Ginny. *Will Dad be lonely? *
A cool hand on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts. Ginny turned around to Lucius Malfoy standing behind her, Draco at his side.
"Virginia," began Mr. Malfoy, looking upon the young girl with practiced sympathy. "I am terribly sorry to hear of your father's death."
*I just bet you are, * thought Ginny. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius turned to his son. "I expect you home for dinner at six o'clock." Draco nodded, and Mr. Malfoy followed the group of mourners out of the cemetery.
For a moment the two looked at each silently. Then Ginny wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. "Draco," she said, tears finally falling from her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I'm so sorry." The way he said it made him sound so.guilty. As if it was his fault. She buried her face in his shoulders, dampening his cloak. His hand gently ran up and down her back soothingly.
She unearthed her face from his shoulder, letting her cinnamon eyes meet his gray ones. Their lips met softly, then their touch intensified. Once lovemaking had been their game, their private obsession; but it had grown into a release, a way to ignore all the pain and pour their passion and fury into several minutes of entertainment.
They pulled apart for a moment. Draco looked uncertain. "Ginny," he began, surveying the cemetery. "You mean.right here?"
"Yes," she answered, kissing him again. She had nothing to lose, did she? Her family knew, and they tried to stop her (or anyone else), they'd walk away with broken bones. She tore off his cloak, throwing over the fresh dirt on her father's grave. Draco and she lay back on the cloak, his hands on her chest. Her hands strayed onto his legs, into his pelvic region.
She began to breathe heavily, suddenly thinking about the consequences of what she was doing. Ginny could almost hear her father rolling over in his grave in abhorrence. She was a horrible person, a horrible child.
But did that matter anymore? How other people viewed her, her family, her friends. Now it was just Draco; he was the only person Ginny knew would always love her, bad child or not. She let out a sigh of pleasure and put her arms around Draco.
A vision filled her mind. She gasped as she lost control of her body and became lost in the motion picture in her head:
~ "What's the matter?" asked Ginny, thrusting her knife into open skin. Dawn cried out as Ginny drove her knife into the girl's arm. "Does it hurt?" Her friend opened her mouth, but no words flowed out. She began to cry as blood ran in rivers down her arm and onto the stone floor.
"Nicole didn't like it," Draco commented as he appeared suddenly behind Ginny, wrapping his arms around her neck. Ginny grinned, kissing her husband before glancing at the cool body behind her. "And look what happened to her," added Ginny. Draco released Ginny from his embrace. She moved towards Nicole, pulling the knife out of her arm as she released a howl of pain- ~
Ginny was snapped out of her vision when she heard Draco winced. Her hands had worked their way up to his arms. Draco pushed Ginny's hand off his left arm, cradling it to his chest. The two both sat up. "Did I hurt you, Draco?" she said quickly.
"No," he answered quickly. "But-" He began to roll up his sleeve. Ginny watched with wide eyes as Draco revealed a tattoo on his arm; a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. The Dark Mark.
"Got it yesterday," he murmurred. Ginny continued to look at the emblem, which was surrounded by tender pink skin. "Still hurts a little."
Ginny smiled, bending over to kiss his arm. She could feel the ink in his arm tingling with magic foreign to her. "Does it hurt anymore?" she asked him quietly.
He smiled at her. "Not at all."
~*~
They returned to Hogwarts several days later. Many people came up to Ron and Ginny with condolences. Ron accepted graciously, but Ginny snapped at them whenever they said, "I feel so horrible about what happened to you. I know just how you feel."
"You don't know a goddamn thing!" she spat, stalking away. Afterwards, she would always find her way to Draco's bedroom.
In the meantime, her grades had begun to slip; they didn't matter anymore to her. Everyone was surprised to hear perky Miss Ginny Weasley was failing all her classes.
Draco was just as distracted. Frequent letters came from his father to persuade his "bitch" to join Voldemort. Draco tried at all almost every chance he got to talk about the Dark Mark, the noble cause of serving the Dark Lord, and all the benefits. To his surprise, Ginny didn't only listen to him, she brought it up frequently.
Ginny was curled up on Draco's bed in the dark, stroking his new mark. "The Mark, Draco," she was saying. "It's kind of sexy."
"You think so?" he said absently. He knew what was coming. If she asked him if she could get one, he might go insane. "No, Gin!" he wanted to shout. "There are no benefits to being the Dark Lord's lapdog! Run, get away from me, Ginny, as fast as you can!"
She didn't ask that night, though. Ginny instead turned and looked at the clock. "It's late. I should go back to my dorm."
Draco nodded, kissing her forehead. Ginny gathered her things and snuck out of the room, blowing Draco a kiss. *I don't deserve her *, he thought for the hundredth time.
~*~
Ginny glanced across the dining hall at Draco, who was lost in conversation with several upperclassmen. Beside Ginny, Dawn and Nicole were talking quietly about what they'd done that morning at Hogsmeade.
"Hey, Gin?" Dawn said sharply. Ginny turned to her usually light-hearted friend. "Are you listening?"
"Sure," Ginny replied.
"No, you're not," Nicole argued as she polished off a drumstick. "You're looking at Draco again. He doesn't even know you exist."
"Shut up, Nicole," Ginny shot back. "Just because no boy would ever be interested in you doesn't mean you should be a bitch to me." She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not in a great mood today, so maybe it isn't a good idea to mess with me."
Nicole's eyes shone with tears. Dawn glared at Nicole. "Go away, Ginny."
"Fuck off!" Ginny shouted, just loud enough for her friends to hear. She stood up and stormed from the hall.
Draco watched his girl stalk out of the Hall. Excusing himself quietly, he followed Ginny down the hall to the Gryffindor common room.
"Ginny!" he called after her, his cry through the empty hall. She turned around, her face rosy with anger. He ran up to her. "Are you all right?"
"No, Draco, I'm not," she replied. "I hate this. I hate pretending to like my friends. I hate schoolwork and school in general. I hate the fact I haven't spoken to my brothers or mother in weeks. And I hate that I can't spend all of my time with you instead of trudging around this shithole. OK, Draco? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR?"
"It's not," he answered quietly, watching Ginny as she calmed herself down. "Can I.do anything?"
She sighed, turning to the portrait of the Fat Lady on the wall. "Pumpkin Pasty." The portrait swung around, exposing a doorway. She smiled at Draco. "Come keep me company?"
He smiled, his less exuberant, and followed her into the common room. Before he could say anything, she began to tear off his tie, kissing his face. Draco kissed her back, beginning to unbutton the buttons of her sweater. He tossed it over beside the couch.
Ginny took off his belt and hurled it behind her. She tugged his pants down, stopping only to remove her sweater. Draco fingered the lacy ribbon on her bra, then wrapped his arms around her back, working on the clasp. He removed it with ease, having so much practice. Their lips hardly ever left each other's. They leaned back on the couch.
Their ears perked up at the sound of footsteps, but they found it hard to stop. They moved as if underwater, moving too slow to break apart and hide.
The Gryffindors entered the common room, chatting and laughing. All the noise abruptly stopped when they saw a bare-chested Ginny kissing an underwear-clad Draco. Some gasped; others snickered.
"Ginny?" gasped Colin Creevey. As fast as lightning they pulled apart. Mortified, Ginny turned her back to the wall so no one could see her naked. Embarrassed, Hermione picked up Ginny's discarded sweater and handed it to her. Ginny snatched it and muttered a thank you.
The room was deadly silent. Footsteps approached the common room, startling everyone. "What's going on here- oh," Professor McGonagall said, looking at Draco and Ginny. She swallowed and regained her voice. "What's going on?"
"I'm sorry, Professor," Draco began, trying to smooth things over in his normal suave tone. "I just asked Ginny to.look at a cut I had. Make sure it wasn't infected." He finished off with his trademark smirk. * That ought to do It * he thought.
However, the Professor was not impressed. "Students, return to your dorms. Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, please get dressed and meet me outside. Professor Dumbledore will be waiting in his office."
Ginny swallowed and began to put back her clothes. Draco stood there for a moment, and pulled his pants on.
~*~
For the past forty-odd years, Dumbledore had dealt with many strange and usual problems in his student body. One thing he hadn't encountered, though, were two teenagers, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, having sexual intercourse in the Gryffindor common room. While he never let it on to the students in question, he had no idea what to do.
Ginny Weasley was a delicate girl. Her father had just been murdered. Her family was close-knit and overprotective. She'd grown into a brilliant, beautiful young woman and no one had taken notice. Those hormonal energies, tightly constrained, were bound to let loose. But with Draco Malfoy? He was the exact opposite of Virginia. He came from a strict upbringing of corrupt parents, cocky and conceited. His family hated the Weasleys; Draco had never treated any of Ginny's brothers with anything but disrespect, and vise versa. It seems highly improbable for Ginny and Draco to feel romantic feelings for each other.
Yet, here they were, disorganized and sloppy, their cheeks flushed from sex. And they sat in front of Dumbledore, awaiting punishment.
"Well," Dumbledore began. Draco dropped his eyes into his lap. Ginny's brown eyes met the Headmaster's, defiant and proud of it. "You two have broken many school rules tonight. You let a non-Gryffindor into your dorm- and had intercourse. This is strictly forbidden, and must be punished." His eyes were grim. "Two months suspension."
"Two months!" Draco exclaimed. "But I have to take my O.W.Ls in two months. I'll never be ready. I'll-" His eyes widened. "-have to repeat the year!"
Dumbledore shook his head. "You have half an hour to pack. The Hogwarts Express will be waiting for you at the station. You are dismissed." He watched as the two left his presence, suddenly worried about who they would be when they returned to the school.
~*~
The two sat in silence as they sat on the train, riding through the English countryside. After a while, Ginny began to laugh.
"Mum's gonna kill me," she explained to a curious-looking Draco. He wasn't quite so happy about the situation. She frowned. "Are you OK?"
"No," he snapped. "My father's going to be furious. I'll be lucky if he decides to spare my life!"
Ginny reached out and touched his cold face. "Don't worry, Draco," she whispered. "It'll be all right."
"Have you seen anything?" he said in a hushed tone, despite the fact no one else was there. "Any visions?" Ginny shook her head.
"You'll just have to trust me," she told him. He nodded, putting his hand over hers, taking comfort in her warmth.
The air outside the train compartment rippled. Both of them looked up to see Lucius Malfoy appear outside the door. He opened the door, smiling psychotically at his son and his son's lover. "Virginia, Draco," he greeted them. "My Master is awaiting you."
Draco felt his heart pound upon his rib cage. "Voldemort-"
"-is waiting for his most loyal servant's captive." Ginny looked at Draco.
"Voldemort knows about me?" she said quietly. Her face was unreadable.
"To save your life," Draco told her honestly. "I told him about your visions."
"Yes, Lord Voldemort has a great need for a Seer in his inner circle." Lucius drew his wand. "Stand, girl."
Draco winced as his arm began to burn. Rolling up his sleeve, he saw the skull on his arm had turned an inky black.
"The Dark Lord awaits," Lucius said, his wand at Ginny's throat. Reluctantly she stood, and Lucius snatched her wrist.
"Don't hurt her, Father," Draco begged.
"I won't," promised Lucius, as he Apparated away with Ginny. Draco followed, afraid of what was to come next.