The Ring

Disclaimer: If I owned HP, why would I be writing fanfiction!? Bloody idiots. All belongs to Ms Jo, everybody!

A/N: How come I only got reviewer: (dear, loyal) Katy, for the last chapter? Why do you all hate me because I'm a Slytherin!? Or is my writing really that bad … sniff Hell, you can even make a vampire cry!

PS. How DO you get the space thingy in FF.N to work? I can press enter 100000000000 for all it matters, and it always ever shows up as ONLY one enter space. /8S

Warning: This chapter contains some smut, or 'lemon' – whatever. The lack of popularity for the last chapter has made me insert that sour fruit I hate on this site. I'm desperate, so sue me! sticks out tongue

Review Correspondent:

Katy

:'( You're my only reviewer for the last chapter, y'know that? sob Gosh, does everyone hate this story that bad!? Katy, hon', you rock! The others however, are slipping behind in their status. Thank you for being loyal to me.

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– CHAPTER FOUR –

A Different Point of View

Jealousy.

Hatred.

Guilt.

Those were the top three things Draco had felt building up inside him for that entire week.

Jealousy, towards the oh-so-mighty Voldie King for snatching the red-haired vixen he'd been pinning for years.

Hatred, to himself for letting someone break his cold demeanor inside.

Guilt, for not telling her how he felt earlier.

None of these mattered anymore, it seemed. Ginevra now belonged to Voldie King; Draco was a Death Eater following after his father, and Potty still beat him at Quiddich. Rather pathetic, really.

– Flashback –

The morning sunlight came pouring through the very few windows in the Slytherin Seventh Years dormitory. Even though there weren't many windows, the dorm was at the tallest point of the Tower, as so had the most direct hit of sun.

Draco woke up grumpily, opening up the hangings from his four-poster bed, trying to remember why he felt so restless and angry, as he shielded his eyes from the blinding sun. He sighed sorrowfully, shut the hangings and plopped himself back down on his bed, lost in thought. It was Saturday, so he needn't get up so early like he usually did on weekdays.

'Weariness shows weakness, my son,' a voice seemed to whisper in his ear.

The whole aftermath of last night's Death Eater meeting came back to him with a great pang onto his heart. Gasp! He has a heart? Well, yes lemme tell you, he does. And what a heavy heart it is.

The frustration and jealousy he felt towards his all-mighty great master ('Voldie King) singed through his normally ice-cold heart. He felt his pale-skinned cheeks go red-hot with all the feelings he had worked so hard to hold back against his cold, hard appearance.

Why did he feel this way about her? Her, Ginevra Weasley, the youngest and only daughter of the Weasley family, the family his hated so much they wanted to rip their heads off! Her, the girl he'd made fun of as being 'Potter's girlfriend', even though he was secretly attracted to those cute little freckles – ARGH!!!!! What was he thinking? And why did he suddenly realise, now of all times, that his adoring fascination of her went back even to his Second Year!?

Father would never appove of this, even if she is on the Dark Side, now. After all, she obviously belongs to Vold - the Dark Lord now, he thought, bitterly. Also, if I call him Voldie King during a Death Eater meeting, even if it's by thought, he might find out anyways!

A/N: Remember? Legilimancy!

Exactly why he had to keep on pretending! But, keeping up with this charade wasn't as easy as it seemed, and it was getting harder everyday. Everyday, when he had to see her; with those gorgeous eyes he seemed to get lost in, and that fine mane of straight crimson-red hair, ending in those perfect little curls … sigh

And look at plain old him; Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy (right-hand man of Vol – the Dark Lord), failure in classes compared to a Mudblood, Death Eater extraordinare. Hah! Yeah, right …

On the bright side of things, he was also exceptionally good-looking and handsome (or 'HOT!' in the girls' eyes), talented and very gifted in many different tongues, suave, the resident Sex God of Hogwarts; wanted by almost every girl there, a great liar and actor, the BEST at pissing Potty and his gang off, and the Slytherin Quiddich Captain/Seeker.

Being all those things above, Draco wondered how his (in his dreams, you mean) Ginevra could resist him –

A/N: I certainly can't!

Draco: What!?

A/N: Er – nevermind!

– even when she wasn't with her – Draco gritted his teeth angrily – supposed (what was he kidding – 'supposed'!) lover.

But that's how she was, not like one of those slutty whores who (sometimes practically, usually literally) threw themselves at him, just for a quick shag, or just because of his money or looks. Draco admired that about her, and that was one of the things he loved about her.

Wait – what? Loved!? He knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

So was this the glorious feeling so many people gad talked and cherished so dearly?

Liking and adoring evey but of a person that it hurt? Longingly waiting to be in the prescence of said person, that it filled the heart with a warm, pleasant tingly feeling? That when you even glanced over at that person, your whole face suddenly started to burn up?

If this was what the feeling called love felt like, Draco didn't know if he liked it or not.

'You can also get rejected time to time, too, in this tricky game called love. And your special candle that is burning off of your affection can and probably will be reduced to a mere golden thread, unbreakable but significant,' he had been forced to read somewhere, in a book for Muggle Studies class.

A/N: It became a required subject, by the order of Dumbledore.

And surprisingly to him, who loathed muggles and mudbloods, found that this author was right. Little did he know that his small thread, would be stomped on many times again, each time re-igniting to it's previous golden flame. But, only to be put out to a mere thread once more, many times again.

His life would never be the same …

– End Flashback –

Sighing, once again very desolately, he pulled the hangings, reached for his neatly laid clothes on his bedside table, shut the hangings and began to dress.

When he was done, he crept silently to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth for 4-5 minutes.

'Having nice teeth for an evil smile is also important, Draco.'

A/N: I know that was so not like Lucius, but I just HAD to add that in there! LOL

Get out of my mind, Lucius! He didn't dare call him 'Father' when he was alone. He'd much rather wish he'd never been born than have Lucius as a father.

He'd once tried calling him 'Dad', and got a heavy beating afterwards. He remembered how much his body had hurt, how much he wanted to go and fall into a deep slumber, and how much he wanted to get away from his father.

- Flashback -

'You are not to call me that disgusting word, again! Do you hear me!?' Lucius had demanded rather than asked.

'Yes, Father.' He had replied, purposely not looking him in the eye, but at his feet (supposedly) guilty.

'What even made you call me, of all people that!? 'Dad' may seem like another way to say 'Father', but remember I see no other difference - other than it is a word that weak people say! And what have I told you before, MALFOYS ARE NOT WEAK!'

- End Flashback -

As Lucius had screamed at him, Draco inwardly seethed that his own father didn't even care about his opinion.

Well, FATHER, there is another difference. 'Dad's actually like their sons.

And with that thought he went down to the great hall, his face contorted in a mix of mingled fury and disgust.

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Bloody thestrals, what crawled up his arse and died? Ginevra thought to herself as a very pissed Draco Malfoy walked pass the Gryffindor table, even grumpier and haughty than he usually was, which was quite an achievement for him.

She could've sworn that she saw him take the tiniest of peeks from the corner of her eye, and straightened his back more as he walked pass her.

Draco Malfoy – one of the more fine specimens at Hogwarts that Ginevra secretly admired – fancied, even. What – fancied!? How could she like him, when she already had the great Dark Lord, in his finer 16-year-old body?

She knew if Tom ever found out about this little crush of hers, she'd have to face … she shuddered at the thought, unable to process how much pain she'd be in. So she, having been taught Occlumency at a exceptionally young age – 10, to be exact – made sure she blocked only her complicated feelings for the sliver-blonde hottie, from her lover.

She closed her eyes suddenly, exhaled quite heavily yet silently, at the thought. Her lover. The same handsome boy she'd been with so many years ago. She suddenly snapped them wide open with apprehension, and looked around to make sure no one had seen her expression at the thought.

She stared directly down at her bowl of oatmeal and toast, her face suddenly flushed with a sudden burning between her bust and definitely combined with some hot moistness between her thighs.

Biting her lip hard that she nearly started to bleed as she thought of the last time they'd first met once again, for precisely 5 years.

A/N: Not 6 years, because she was probably already around 11 when the Chamber of Secrets incident happened.

When she'd been told the news of the Dark Lord, their great master, having been killed, by … himself?! She knew that Tom might be back.

She'd nearly gasped aloud as she saw her lover walk past the steel door. Trying not to let her mouth hang open, her stomach started to do back flips as she knew that she was finally going to be reunited with her true master. She was like a bloody slave for him.

A/N: I do NOT like the song 'Slave 4 U' sung by Britney Spears – it is a frickin' slutty song, and I did NOT get the idea or 'inspiration' for that last statement from that extreamly vulgar song.

And when Lucius said that she was to see him for a 'conference', since she was the only 6th year, and the youngest Death Eater, she could've sworn that her pounding heart would give her nervousness, curiosity, arrousion, and anxiousness.

What he exactly wanted with her was simple. To finally have a little alone-time together; as both being 16, they were presently in their … ah, what was it called – their horny stage.

Memories of their last short but oh-so-precious time together flooded her mind, and she ducked her head even lower, so no one could see her burning-red forehead.

- Flashback -

Tom went over to the steel door, averted his gaze to his redheaded lover, signaling her cue to follow him through the cold steel door.

She followed most obediently, surprised by her own stamina of holding in her blood pressure from going directly to her pale face. However, she couldn't divert the attention of it from to the place it was going to most, between her legs and 'round her breasts.

Once collected inside the room, Tom muttered something Ginevra didn't quite catch, but she knew what it was anyhow, whilst pointing his wand at the steel door. Muttering another charm at the door, a Silencing Charm, his face contorted into an expression of satisfaction and smugness.

'Hello, my Ginevra.'

'Tom …' she whispered. 'Is this for real – are – are you real!?' Her voice nearly shrieking in disbelief and fright – fright that this was another one of her dreams, being a bit overly-vivid.

She quickly groped at his chest, her hands going lower and lower, patting softly, as an Auror might frisk a Death Eater. She stopped when she neared his waist, and quickly withdrew her hands, her face now a very bright shade of scarlet.

She bent her neck down, so he wouldn't see her lovely face so embarrassed by this act, when she'd done it many times before. She caught her breath when she looked down. Sitting in front of her was Tom's lower anatomy, his lower part where between his legs stuck out a rather large bump.

'Anxious?' he asked teasingly, cupping her face with his ice-cold hands, so cold that they burned her skin, in a way that hurt but yet felt strangely pleasant.

Gulping slowly, she nodded, and raised her head up to him. His cold gray-silver eyes (which were now swirling with a fiery red), widened, and he smirked slyly.

Lowering his pale but very handsome face to hers, his lips captured hers in a passionate, yet very chaste kiss. Ginevra responded almost immediately, and their mouths opened up more, allowing each other's tongue to gently lick against one another.

She moaned in pleasure and gently started to nip on his bottom lip, her tongue sucking the other. Her lips never leaving his, she began to unbutton his shirt quickly.

'You're – we're wearing way too much on!' he hissed into her mouth.

Moments later they were both laid across the King-sized bed, both completely naked, their hands roaming the others so furiously the floor around and beneath them began to shake.

'Oh …' Ginevra moaned, 'Tom … more, more … OH!' Her loud moans were now silenced into high-pitched whimpers and squeaks as his tongue nibbled downwards on her right nipple, as the other hand was touching the one to the right. His mouth and hand turned to follow sideways to the opposite lily-white breast to give it the same treatment. The other nipple was now being succulently massaged and pinched playfully.

Ginevra's hands, which were situated 'round her ebony-haired lovers neck, strayed downwards suddenly: down his back, round his waist and gently brushed them against him. He sucked in a deep breath of air in, and shoved himself under her moist, hot center. They both moaned in unison, and began grinding themselves together, both in pure bliss.

Sensing they were both almost reaching their climax, they stopped and pulled away reluctantly. Nodding dreamily, she spread her legs apart, ready to be taken. He took out his wand, his hand shaking, and pointed to between her stomach and her womanhood.

Tom steadied himself and in quick succession, plunged his manhood into her pleasantly hot confines. Not being able to do this again for years, they celebrated mentally on how much pleasure they were earning even though they hadn't been together for such a long time.

Ginevra gasped, and he pulled out almost completely and thrusted in again, and again. They both were holding onto barely audible screams, both very near to their tip.

A bloody great number of entrances later, they couldn't stand it anymore! Going in one more time, into her internal muscles now clenching tightly onto his cock, they climaxed with one last hearty moan.

Panting heavily, as Ginevra's cum was now leaking onto him, he held up her pale right hand up to his face. Eyeing the silver serpentine-spider ring slipped on the middle finger, he managed a weak smirk.

'Good, you still wear it,' he whispered into her ear, biting softly onto the flesh there, his warm breath tantalizing her skin.

– End Flashback –

Recollecting herself, and taking a deep sip of her thankfully ice-cold cocktail, she forced herself to calm down. Her skin turning paler by the millisecond, now sprinkled with a tinge of rose-pink, she stood up to leave.

'Hey Gin, you ok? You look kind of peaky today … no offence,' her best friend Colin asked tentatively.

'Uh, I'm fine, Colin. Don't worry about me, I think I might be coming down with that bloody flu everyone's getting. But I'm sure it'll blow over soon.'

With a shrug, and a encouraging smile, he sat down and resumed eating. Sighing with relief, Ginevra left the Great Hall, directly to the Prefects' Bathroom to drown herself in some icicle-freezing water.

Little did she know that the band on her middle finger, concealed accordingly but still very significant, was glowing a bright emerald-green, showing only in the shadows of the night, so no one could see it.

However, a certain stalking silver-blonde Seventh Year had incidentally, endangering his life more than he knew.

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A/N: I am now as pissed off as Draco is right now. I am absolutely DISGUSTED with myself for putting in that (even if horribly bad) bit of … whispers S-M-U-T. But as I told you for that very low popularity for the last chapter, I was forced to do that to get some more ratings. DON'T MAKE ME DO IT AGAIN!!!!!! This goes to everyone 'cept Katy, the only one who bothered to R&R last time. For you horny people, go to some other smutty fic, this ISN'T one. Flame if you want.

- Death Immortalitis