To the untrained eye, it would look as though we were making out, Ginny thought. She had never realized this, but that's what it would look like from afar, she was sure. For someone who had no idea where they were and whose house they were at. Someone who had no idea what a vampire rave was like.
Vampire's always threw the loudest and most hard-core parties, which was why Ginny liked them. There was no way her brother's knew where she was, and if they did, they would kill her. That was part of the adventure, and she liked it.
She might tell Ron, she decided. Maybe. If he isn't completely overprotective, like he usually is. Maybe, if he doesn't obsess over Hermione going away with Victor Krum again this summer, as she had the summer before. Maybe, if he has a complete personality change, she mused. All right, so it would be her little secret. Her and Raven's.
"Are you ready?" Raven asked. Ginny could tell he was a little shaken. She nodded, smiling.
"Don't be so uneasy, Rave, it's your birthday, have fun!"
"Hmm..." He couldn't tear his eyes away from her neck, and she knew why. Ginny, since last year, had become reknowned as one of the best vollentary sacrifices in the Magic World. Vampires all over England knew about her, and it gave her protection. If one of the vampires sucked to long and killed her, he would have to answer to about ten thousand others, waiting for prey.
Raven leaned over and puntcutred her neck. As usal, the bite of a vampire was like a release of pressure. Ginny was tempted to close her eyes and sleep, but she kept them alert, awake. She had to watch for people she knew.
As he sucked the blood, his color changed from pale to a dark, Spanish skin-tone, and his hair from a pale gray, to dark red. When vampire's haven't fed, they loose they're color, and their appearance changes, to become more bat-like. A year of being fed on by vampires taught her that. And it had also taught her that this had been going on for way to long.
Ginny tried to say stop, but she was too weak to speak. Oh, no, this is bad, she though frantically. Help! she screeched with her mind. Of course, there was no one to hear it. Very strong vampires can read minds, but there would be none at this party. Unless, of course, Raven's sister made an appearance for his party... which she doubted.
"Ginny!" a voice called from the doorway. "Raven, no stop!"
A flash of long black hair swirled passed her, and she recognized it immediately. Calipso, her friend since the beginning. The one to first feed upon her, and get her addicted to this high unlike any other. But Calipso was not all that was there.
A boy with blonde hair and penetrating blue eyes stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall as Calipso pulled Raven away from her. She knew him, but couldn't name him. Memory loss, she relaized. Raven did go a little too far. She turned back to Calipso.
Calipso smacked Raven in the face. "You almost killed her! This is going to get something from the Ministry, I know it..."
"Oh, it already has, Calipso of the Rising Sun, it already has," said the smirking boy from the doorway. Raven's eyes widened.
"Malfoy, stay out of this. All I have to do is given her a Blood Relinquishment Potion, and she's fine," Calipso said, curtly, tryign to push him out of the room. He held firm.
"Oh, no, I don't think so. You see, I have a little buisness with Weasley, here, which is why I came."
"I can't allow... you can't just come in here and demand to speak with her after Raven," she shot the vampire int he corner a glare, "took that much blood. Let me give her the potion, and then, only then, can you talk to her."
"Hmm, well, I suppose I could do that. Don't want her dying on my hands, that can get messy covering it up. All that paperwork..." He gave Ginny a grin and, to her surprise a wink. Then she realized why he was winking. It was because of what she was wearing.
When she went to raves like this one, she always wore something revealing the veins hi her neck. Spaghetti straps, tube tops, V-necks on occasion, but tonight she had worn something special, since it was a birthday party, and those only happen every ten years for vampires. She was wearing a very small tube-top and a short skirt which was very revealing. She shot him a glare in response, but even that little face gesture was weakening. She fell into a faint.
Ginny opened her eyes to a large room. She was lying in a canopy bed with pink sheets. As a matter of fact, the room was filled with pink. So much so, it made her sick. Ginny hated pink. It came from having six brothers.
Malfoy was sitting on a chair beside her bed, reading a book. He looked at her with her open eyes, and merely said, "Ahh, you're awake."
"Yes," she spat. "Where am I?"
"My little sister's room. She graciously lent it to you in order for me to get what I wanted."
"And what was that?" Ginny snapped, covering herself with the blanket, defensively.
"Oh, don't flatter yourself, you're not my type. Besides, Calipso spent the whole night, in fact, she should be back any minute now. She had to feed, so I..."
"What do you want, Malfoy, I need to get home!" Ginny interupted.
"Ah, well, I'm currently tracking down a monster, um, vampire, named Neona of the New Moon, have you heard of her?" Ginny nodded. "What do you know about her?"
"She's Raven's sister, the one who fed on me last night. She's one of the most powerful vampires in England, very power hungry and corrupt, according to Raven. Why do you want her?"
"None of your buisness!" Draco snapped. Ginny was taken aback. She hadn't seen him loose is cool in... well... never. Draco shook himself and resumed his dismissing posture.
"All that, I know already. Do you know where she is? What city? Country, is she even in England any more?"
"For someone who's searching her, you aren't very far, are you? Why would you come to me first?" Ginny asked. Draco brushed off the questio with a wave of his hand.
"You're one of the most sought-after prey in the Magic World, as I'm sure you know. I'd only assumed that she'd be looking for you, as a snack." Draco smirked and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm not ehri snacks, Malfoy, I'm their means of surviving." Ginny raised her chin, proudly.
"And I suppose that makes you think you're noble, helping out those monsters so that they can kill again?" There was anger in his voice, something she had never heard before in that swarthy tone.
"They aren't monsters, and most of them don't even kill when they feed and..."
"Most of them, their's the catch. You seem to think there's more to them than killing, but it's their nature, there sacrifice for being the damned creatures that they are! They kill, it's what they dp, and no matter how hard they try to fight it, they will always kill, no matter what. They will go back to their animal instincts and some innocent human will die!"
Ginny stared at the covers of the bed. "No, you're... you're wrong, you don't know what you're... you're wrong. Calipso wouldn't... she's my friend."
"And a murderer." Draco stood up. "I don't know why I'm preaching to you, it's not as though I care. Go on, go home to your Muggle-loving, practically Mudblood family, as though their searching..."
"What brought this on? I haven't done anything to you!"
"No," said Malfoy, looking back from the doorway. "But they have."
"Where have you been?" Ron asked, standing from the sofa with an incriminating look on his face, all before their parents and other brothers had even looked to the door.
"Saw your friend," Ginny spat at him, walking up the stairs.
"Who?" Ron shouted after her.
"Malfoy!" Ginny slammed her door and she could almost see the bewildered look on her brother's face, and it almost made her laugh. Almost.
What had Malfoy meant, being so negative to the vampires. They were human, too, sort of. Or they used to be anyways. What had happened to him that he would hate them so much, especailly Raven's sister? She had known she was corrupt from listening to Raven banter about her at the raves, but evil? Not likely. But still, there was a possibility that she had hurt him...
"What do I care what happened to Malfoy, anyways?" Ginny said aloud.
"Yes, what do you care?" said a voice from her dresser. She turned to see Hermione's face beeming at her from the mirror. Ginny sank in a sigh of releif.
"You really should ring before you do that, Mione, I almost thought you were my mother." Mione laughed.
"I'll take that as a compliment. By the way, don't tell Ron, but I'm home early from Victor's. He had to go on a tour, and I'd have rather come back, you know, and see Ro... er, you guys." She blushed and Ginny got the picture.
"So why'd you call?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to go shopping for school tomorrow. I need to show you my new look."
"I need to get one of my brothers to drop me off at the Alley, but there is another problem."
"What? I s somethign wrong at home?" Mione asked, clearly concerned.
"Oh, no, it's just, which brother to choose. Percy? Bill? Fred or George? Or perhaps, if none of them can do it I can call Charlie from Egypt? But wait, I have another one, don't I? Rob, Ralph, what is his name?"
Hermione laughed again. She was really becoming more and more carefree lately, since she had started liking Ron (or, actually, admitting that she liked Ron). "Oh, you know which one I want to see. I'll call Harry, if you'd like..."
Hermione gave her a knowing smile. "No, girl's day out. I have birthday money and the money for school stuff, so lunch is on me, okay?"
"Right, no Harry, and then Ron isn't staying so I can use my, I-really-don't-care-if-you're-here-but-I'm-still-happy-to-see-you look Victor taught me..."
"Wait, that's a girl move, why would Victor... oh my god, he's gay!" They both burst into giggles.
"Don't tell Ron, he'll get that ego look he has," Hermione said, after they'd stopped laughing.
"Don't worry, I don't want him to have that for the rest of the summer!" Ginny laughed again. "Bye, oh, and, Mione?"
"Hmm?"
"I'll make sure Ron looks like crap meeting you tomorrow so he can feel stupid, kay?"
"Yeah, okay!" Hermione giggled. "Bye, Gin!"
"Bye!"
Shopping tomorrow, and a rave party last night. What more could a girl ask for?
As Ginny thought that, she saw a picture of Draco in her mind, but brushed it away. There was no way she would go for him... just no way...
Vampire's always threw the loudest and most hard-core parties, which was why Ginny liked them. There was no way her brother's knew where she was, and if they did, they would kill her. That was part of the adventure, and she liked it.
She might tell Ron, she decided. Maybe. If he isn't completely overprotective, like he usually is. Maybe, if he doesn't obsess over Hermione going away with Victor Krum again this summer, as she had the summer before. Maybe, if he has a complete personality change, she mused. All right, so it would be her little secret. Her and Raven's.
"Are you ready?" Raven asked. Ginny could tell he was a little shaken. She nodded, smiling.
"Don't be so uneasy, Rave, it's your birthday, have fun!"
"Hmm..." He couldn't tear his eyes away from her neck, and she knew why. Ginny, since last year, had become reknowned as one of the best vollentary sacrifices in the Magic World. Vampires all over England knew about her, and it gave her protection. If one of the vampires sucked to long and killed her, he would have to answer to about ten thousand others, waiting for prey.
Raven leaned over and puntcutred her neck. As usal, the bite of a vampire was like a release of pressure. Ginny was tempted to close her eyes and sleep, but she kept them alert, awake. She had to watch for people she knew.
As he sucked the blood, his color changed from pale to a dark, Spanish skin-tone, and his hair from a pale gray, to dark red. When vampire's haven't fed, they loose they're color, and their appearance changes, to become more bat-like. A year of being fed on by vampires taught her that. And it had also taught her that this had been going on for way to long.
Ginny tried to say stop, but she was too weak to speak. Oh, no, this is bad, she though frantically. Help! she screeched with her mind. Of course, there was no one to hear it. Very strong vampires can read minds, but there would be none at this party. Unless, of course, Raven's sister made an appearance for his party... which she doubted.
"Ginny!" a voice called from the doorway. "Raven, no stop!"
A flash of long black hair swirled passed her, and she recognized it immediately. Calipso, her friend since the beginning. The one to first feed upon her, and get her addicted to this high unlike any other. But Calipso was not all that was there.
A boy with blonde hair and penetrating blue eyes stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall as Calipso pulled Raven away from her. She knew him, but couldn't name him. Memory loss, she relaized. Raven did go a little too far. She turned back to Calipso.
Calipso smacked Raven in the face. "You almost killed her! This is going to get something from the Ministry, I know it..."
"Oh, it already has, Calipso of the Rising Sun, it already has," said the smirking boy from the doorway. Raven's eyes widened.
"Malfoy, stay out of this. All I have to do is given her a Blood Relinquishment Potion, and she's fine," Calipso said, curtly, tryign to push him out of the room. He held firm.
"Oh, no, I don't think so. You see, I have a little buisness with Weasley, here, which is why I came."
"I can't allow... you can't just come in here and demand to speak with her after Raven," she shot the vampire int he corner a glare, "took that much blood. Let me give her the potion, and then, only then, can you talk to her."
"Hmm, well, I suppose I could do that. Don't want her dying on my hands, that can get messy covering it up. All that paperwork..." He gave Ginny a grin and, to her surprise a wink. Then she realized why he was winking. It was because of what she was wearing.
When she went to raves like this one, she always wore something revealing the veins hi her neck. Spaghetti straps, tube tops, V-necks on occasion, but tonight she had worn something special, since it was a birthday party, and those only happen every ten years for vampires. She was wearing a very small tube-top and a short skirt which was very revealing. She shot him a glare in response, but even that little face gesture was weakening. She fell into a faint.
Ginny opened her eyes to a large room. She was lying in a canopy bed with pink sheets. As a matter of fact, the room was filled with pink. So much so, it made her sick. Ginny hated pink. It came from having six brothers.
Malfoy was sitting on a chair beside her bed, reading a book. He looked at her with her open eyes, and merely said, "Ahh, you're awake."
"Yes," she spat. "Where am I?"
"My little sister's room. She graciously lent it to you in order for me to get what I wanted."
"And what was that?" Ginny snapped, covering herself with the blanket, defensively.
"Oh, don't flatter yourself, you're not my type. Besides, Calipso spent the whole night, in fact, she should be back any minute now. She had to feed, so I..."
"What do you want, Malfoy, I need to get home!" Ginny interupted.
"Ah, well, I'm currently tracking down a monster, um, vampire, named Neona of the New Moon, have you heard of her?" Ginny nodded. "What do you know about her?"
"She's Raven's sister, the one who fed on me last night. She's one of the most powerful vampires in England, very power hungry and corrupt, according to Raven. Why do you want her?"
"None of your buisness!" Draco snapped. Ginny was taken aback. She hadn't seen him loose is cool in... well... never. Draco shook himself and resumed his dismissing posture.
"All that, I know already. Do you know where she is? What city? Country, is she even in England any more?"
"For someone who's searching her, you aren't very far, are you? Why would you come to me first?" Ginny asked. Draco brushed off the questio with a wave of his hand.
"You're one of the most sought-after prey in the Magic World, as I'm sure you know. I'd only assumed that she'd be looking for you, as a snack." Draco smirked and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm not ehri snacks, Malfoy, I'm their means of surviving." Ginny raised her chin, proudly.
"And I suppose that makes you think you're noble, helping out those monsters so that they can kill again?" There was anger in his voice, something she had never heard before in that swarthy tone.
"They aren't monsters, and most of them don't even kill when they feed and..."
"Most of them, their's the catch. You seem to think there's more to them than killing, but it's their nature, there sacrifice for being the damned creatures that they are! They kill, it's what they dp, and no matter how hard they try to fight it, they will always kill, no matter what. They will go back to their animal instincts and some innocent human will die!"
Ginny stared at the covers of the bed. "No, you're... you're wrong, you don't know what you're... you're wrong. Calipso wouldn't... she's my friend."
"And a murderer." Draco stood up. "I don't know why I'm preaching to you, it's not as though I care. Go on, go home to your Muggle-loving, practically Mudblood family, as though their searching..."
"What brought this on? I haven't done anything to you!"
"No," said Malfoy, looking back from the doorway. "But they have."
"Where have you been?" Ron asked, standing from the sofa with an incriminating look on his face, all before their parents and other brothers had even looked to the door.
"Saw your friend," Ginny spat at him, walking up the stairs.
"Who?" Ron shouted after her.
"Malfoy!" Ginny slammed her door and she could almost see the bewildered look on her brother's face, and it almost made her laugh. Almost.
What had Malfoy meant, being so negative to the vampires. They were human, too, sort of. Or they used to be anyways. What had happened to him that he would hate them so much, especailly Raven's sister? She had known she was corrupt from listening to Raven banter about her at the raves, but evil? Not likely. But still, there was a possibility that she had hurt him...
"What do I care what happened to Malfoy, anyways?" Ginny said aloud.
"Yes, what do you care?" said a voice from her dresser. She turned to see Hermione's face beeming at her from the mirror. Ginny sank in a sigh of releif.
"You really should ring before you do that, Mione, I almost thought you were my mother." Mione laughed.
"I'll take that as a compliment. By the way, don't tell Ron, but I'm home early from Victor's. He had to go on a tour, and I'd have rather come back, you know, and see Ro... er, you guys." She blushed and Ginny got the picture.
"So why'd you call?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to go shopping for school tomorrow. I need to show you my new look."
"I need to get one of my brothers to drop me off at the Alley, but there is another problem."
"What? I s somethign wrong at home?" Mione asked, clearly concerned.
"Oh, no, it's just, which brother to choose. Percy? Bill? Fred or George? Or perhaps, if none of them can do it I can call Charlie from Egypt? But wait, I have another one, don't I? Rob, Ralph, what is his name?"
Hermione laughed again. She was really becoming more and more carefree lately, since she had started liking Ron (or, actually, admitting that she liked Ron). "Oh, you know which one I want to see. I'll call Harry, if you'd like..."
Hermione gave her a knowing smile. "No, girl's day out. I have birthday money and the money for school stuff, so lunch is on me, okay?"
"Right, no Harry, and then Ron isn't staying so I can use my, I-really-don't-care-if-you're-here-but-I'm-still-happy-to-see-you look Victor taught me..."
"Wait, that's a girl move, why would Victor... oh my god, he's gay!" They both burst into giggles.
"Don't tell Ron, he'll get that ego look he has," Hermione said, after they'd stopped laughing.
"Don't worry, I don't want him to have that for the rest of the summer!" Ginny laughed again. "Bye, oh, and, Mione?"
"Hmm?"
"I'll make sure Ron looks like crap meeting you tomorrow so he can feel stupid, kay?"
"Yeah, okay!" Hermione giggled. "Bye, Gin!"
"Bye!"
Shopping tomorrow, and a rave party last night. What more could a girl ask for?
As Ginny thought that, she saw a picture of Draco in her mind, but brushed it away. There was no way she would go for him... just no way...
