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A/N: Hey there, I won't say too much. Hope you enjoyed the last chapter; I know it was pretty crap, well I hope 'you' don't think so but I sure did. I am sooooooooo sorry about not updating sooner but I've been ill, I spent most of the day shouting "Eh? What?" Because my ears were blocked! O_O . But here we are, another piece of the puzzle. Ooooooooo in this chapter I'll be attempting a sex scene, its not full on gratuitous sex but it's just the build up, please review and tell me what you think
Before you go any further, THIS STORY WILL BE MOVING TO THE R. SECTION IN CHAPTER 10. SO GO ON THERE AFTER THIS CHAPTER PLEASE!
If you want to read the further chapters in pg-13, then send me an email then I will tone it down and send the chapter to you.
In the coming chapters, we will be uncovering a few mysterious aspects of subjects and people mentioned within the previous chapters! We'll be discovering: what the mysterious darkness within Ginny is, Why Blaise has golden eyes and their purpose (if they have one, wait and see). The hooded figure stalking Gin and Draco and lastly why Draco 'really' recognises Layla Nox, and where she's actually from (If Draco's not mistaken.....)
This is part 2, enjoy!
Chapter 9, part B: moonlight Dances and a frolic on the beach..
"Well, well, Draco Malfoy. I've been looking for you all day, you left this." A silky feminine voice from above them drawled slowly.
Draco widened his steel eyes at the voice and turned around to look at those dark hazel eyes. Ginny looked from him to the woman and gasped at what she had held in her hand.
It was an apparation permit, and on the front of the black leather holder printed in golden loopy handwriting, read the name: Draco Malfoy.
Draco frowned thoughtfully at the holder, then at the delicate hand that was holding it out to him. Why did this Blonde haired, hazel-eyed woman have his apparation papers? This was an important document, like your wallet and personal identification, which you needed to carry around at all times. If any of these objects were stolen or misplaced, then you'd be in deep, deep shit.
He looked up into the sharp round tanned face of the blonde woman. Hang one a minute, somehow she was vaguely familiar... he knew he recognised her from somewhere.... Was she merely someone he'd seen in the street? Was she a prostitute? He could imagine her to be in that line of work with her very round curves and 'interesting' dress sense. Draco reached back into the recesses of his mind - wasn't she the woman from.....
Above him, the cute blonde frowned, deeply irritated by Draco's puzzlement, an amused or was it an incredulous look on her face. She flickered her sharp hazel eyes across the table to Ginny, taking in the attractive redhead. She scanned her bodyline judging her choice fashion sense.
Ginny was wearing a tight white vest top that showed off her (not too) voluptuous chest, (earlier in the day Draco had reacted immediately with a scrutinising wolf whistle when she came down to breakfast). She was also wearing, Layla noted, a flowing pink and red paisley skirt that stopped slightly above her knees, displaying her long womanly legs. Layla raised a comical eyebrow at her selection of muggle type flip-flops with large red passionflower, separating the big toe from the others. The flip-flops seemed to be magical though as the flower had closed up as there was no longer any sunlight to be had.
The blonde allowed her self another pretentious look at the youngest Weasley before turning back to Draco.
"Don't you remember me Mr Malfoy?" she asked raising an eyebrow and adding a slight purr to her vaguely disappointed voice.
Draco thought deeply for a moment. He couldn't recollect where he'd seen her before, however he still did recognise her.... Then it finally crossed his mind... that it might be her from..... Was she the -?
The round-faced woman sighed short temperedly, "From Gringotts? You know, the blonde lady who served you this morning, Layla Nox?"
Draco glowered slightly at her outburst, was that right? He had been so sure that he'd seen her somewhere else - but, then again, Draco Malfoy had met many a blonde in his life, to him they all looked the same. However, something was still irritating him about her.
"Oh.. oh right. Um, thanks," he muttered taking - or rather snatching the licence from her rather strictly, causing Layla to scowl contemptuously at the Malfoy.
Across from Draco, Ginny gave a small, relieved smile at his rudeness. Upon seeing how pretty the blonde was she'd thought she was one of Draco's notorious slappers, but since Draco didn't recognise her, then that was a great weight off her shoulders. Then again, Draco - having a tarnished reputation for women - probably wouldn't remember the last pretty bimbo he'd draped on his arm. Feeling slightly more confident, Ginny offered a polite hand to the blonde woman, a rather possessive look on her face.
"Nice to meet you Layla, I'm Ginny, Ginny Bloom." She said in a kindly voice.
Layla scowled for a minute, giving her a conspicuous look. The blonde, not wanting to seem discourteous, (hey it could ruin any chance she had with Draco.... right?) then grinned nicely and took Ginny's dainty hand. Across from the redhead, Draco frowned slightly at her name choice, yes he'd told her to fake a name, but really, Ginny Bloom? - However, right now, he couldn't complain as his cover was already blown.
"Nice to meet you. I'm guessing that you and Mr Malfoy are here on pleasure as well as business." She replied in a strained voice, detaching herself from the redhead and suddenly scratching her lower left arm.
As she pushed up her sleeve, Draco caught sight of a black tattoo, it was only small, but it was shining brightly like coal on her brown skin. Layla itched the area of red flesh around it, this tattoo had only been put on recently it seemed. He squinted at the small mark, trying to get a better look, but Layla pulled down her sleeve too quickly.
"Yes, we're holidaying here for a while." Ginny responded impassively, playing a little game of footsie under the table with Draco's leg. The pale man smirked playfully at her flashing his steely eyes then returned his attention lazily to Layla, wanting her to piss off so he and Ginny could be alone.
Layla glanced at Draco through feline eyes and gave a small flirtatious wink. "Well, I'd better get off, looking for you all day has made me very tired indeed."
"What region in England are you from Layla?" Ginny enquired suddenly, placing her chin in her hand and leaning forwards on the table.
Layla bit her lip and scowled again, but then smiled kindly at her question, "Cheshire. Sorry Ginny.. but I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you around." She replied in a like-I-give-a-shit voice, turning back to Draco, a sexy guise present in her hazel orbs.
Ginny watched her lips pout enticingly at the blonde, who thankfully looked disgusted rather then interested. What a cheeky bitch! Flirting openly right in front of her with, well 'her' bloke. With a satisfied smirk, Layla turned and walked away making sure she added a little wiggle to her hips.
Draco frowned contemplatively at her retreating form and returned his attention back to the woman across from him, who now had a very resentful look on her facade. A small smile crept onto his face as he realised she was jealous, now she knew how he felt this morning when that Latin wanker was excessively flirting with her.
"What's up Gin? The panatela giving you stomach ache?"
Ginny pouted sullenly for a moment, she wasn't going to rise to his bait. She knew he was trying to make a point about Massimo, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of making her look like a prick. Deciding to ignore him, Ginny took a long sip of her wine, avoiding his eyes, which at this very moment were dancing with mischief and self-satisfaction.
After about 2 minutes of being totally ignored by Ginny, Draco laughed charmingly at the redhead and placed a gentle hand on hers. The youngest Weasley gradually glanced across at him, an enticing look now present in her beautiful brown eyes. What was the point in bearing a grudge now? They had to be together for a couple of weeks yet.... maybe even longer - she hoped. Draco gave a lopsided grin and took the glass from her hand, placing it out of her reach. 'Awwww now he wants attention.'
"Don't be like that Virginia, it's you I l- I'm interested in not some dumb blonde, she's just sloppy seconds compared to you." He said huskily, stroking her hand in a reassuring way.
The redhead gasped inwardly as his eyes became sincere and ...caring. She felt her chest begin to go all ardent and blissful at the intense look he gave her, Ginny could tell he was pondering something deeply as his eyes seemed to betray his emotionless face.
Ginny's eyes left his momentarily to watch him stoke her delicate fingers; again this soothing - affectionate action looked alien coming from a man who was supposed to be malevolent, a deatheater and a disreputable ladies man. She glanced for a second time into his eyes this time more amorously; that famous Malfoy smirk crept onto his face, giving him a cheeky-lil'- devil look.
'Careful Virginia, don't you fall for his charms just yet..' she sighed inwardly, that oh so annoying little voice called 'conscience' let its self be heard.
'Why? He hasn't done anything to hurt me.' Ginny responded reasonably.
'Not yet. But look, since Draco waltzed back into your life everything has been extreme and you know it. Your normal carefree life has become chaotic and treacherous, we both know that something within you enjoys that precarious life style but you must trust your own feelings. Anyway Virginia, he's a deatheater and can't be trusted. Trust me, evil.... Knows.... evil....'
Ginny rolled her eyes and ignored the voice... for now.
She blushed at the complement, giving Draco a modest smile; this man could charm his way out of anything - which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Moreover, where had that minor nervous stutter come from...?. It wasn't like a Malfoy to lose his cool poise.
"Is that so?" she purred, a slight soft huskiness to her own voice, which caused Draco to swallow at the intense sexual look she was giving him.
"Ladies and Gentleman, may I have your attention please?"
The voice shook Draco and Ginny, snapping out of their moment. Everybody turned around to goggle at the tall Spanish man in the corner, who was standing on a large wooden stage full of instruments.
"It is my great pleasure and honour, to introduce Palido Domicio, an amazing musical talent and dear friend to me. Tonight he and his wife Maria will be taking requests from you our wonderful audience and performing them for your enjoyment. So please, put your hands together for Palido and Maria Domicio accompanied by the iridescent pearls!"
Everybody clapped politely and watched as 5 men, and a woman came out of the restaurant. 4 of the men were tall with shoulder length black hair whilst the fifth man was shorter with ebony brown locks and the woman was small and brunette. The 6 Walked onto the stage, and took their positions in front of their instruments.
Palido and Maria seated themselves on two wooden high backed stools at the front of the stage; Palido placed what appeared to be a small B.B at his feet and opened it up. He untied the silk toggles carefully and pulled out a shiny black acoustic guitar.
"Expanderous!" shouted the Spaniard announcer, pointing his wand at the stone tiled floor. Immediately, the medium sized balcony that seated 30 now expanded 8 more metres in each direction, pulling the tables with it as it did so. Ginny watched as their table stretched further out over the cliff, so now they were a good 20 metres away from the actual building.
Finally the tables and floor stopped moving, just as well the crashing of the sea on the rocks made her feel seasick. A large wooden dance floor had appeared before the stage, there were large white candles hovering 10 feet in the air at each corner whilst in the centre, giving off soothing ambient light, hovered a candle chandelier.
"Please Senors, senoritas, we play anything you wish." Palido said compassionately, playing a short innuendo to Wet Wet Wet - Love is all around, on his guitar, capturing everybody's attention immediately. He then changed the tune to Nickelback - how you remind me, then Areosmith - sweet emotion. Most of the audience smiled, relieved he knew something other then wizard songs, many of the muggle songs were becoming better known within the wizarding world. Celestina Warbeck's beautiful voice would often drift onto the radio singing classic muggle songs such as some where over the rainbow and they can't take that away from me.
Everybody clapped enthusiastically when he finally finished after 3 more snippets of various songs. A short young man rose from the table closest to the stage and murmured indistinguishably into Palido's ear, an uneasy smile tugging the corner of his mouth. The brown haired musician smiled and nodded excitedly and leaned into his wife, whispering quickly in fast Spanish. She smiled too, turned to the lead base, and told him the song they were to perform, and he in turn relayed the message to the other 3 musicians. The young man gave his girlfriend a successful wink and pulled her to her feet.
Each musician counted mentally to three and began to play; Palido and Maria quickly pointed their wands to their throats and muttered "Sonorous."
Immediately couples began rising from their chairs and making their way out onto the dance floor. The lazy sultry music was casting its magical spell on everyone; bodies leant lovingly against each other, heads rested peacefully on their partners, and hands and arms went protectively to waists, backs and necks.
Draco gave a small smile. The past was resurfacing, forcing a special occasion to the front of his head, the ball that his mind had dwelled on for days after it had happened, analysing and appreciating the memory. That special dance shared with a kindred soul.
He glanced across at Ginny, a lazy look in his eyes. She was currently watching the dancing couples, a content look on her face - maybe, Draco realised, an envious look. Ginny smiled, feeling his eyes on her, those eyes that had rested on her 4 years ago in the entrance hall. Shimmering silver - craving, penetrating eyes that later, turned out to be a magnificent window into his soul.
Slowly, she turned her head towards him. Brown met Silver. Light met Darkness. Fire met ice.
They both leisurely stood up, they didn't need to ask each other to dance, something inside them just knew. The past trapped deep within had taken over, manipulating and commanding them, remembering the old ways. The magnetism, desire, vulnerability, and veto that was their lives - a Weasley and a Malfoy, a Gryffindor and Slytherin - the prince and the pauper - their relationship by every living and supernatural law was forbidden.
Yet, that knowledge was what made it so deliciously exciting. On that cloudless night, down by the lakeside, the ecstasy of being caught - the knowledge and reality that they should, and could never be together.
If her brothers had ever found out ... Draco wasn't scared of them, not by a long shot, some of the spells he knew alone could send him away to Azkaban for life. He just didn't want to be beaten to a bloody pulp was all.
Even worse still, this thought had frightened Draco the most...what if Lucius had ever found out? Draco would have been disowned for associating with such common filth - no not even that low, according to Lucius, the Weasley's were lower then commoners, lower then paupers even. Draco would have been disowned for associating with mere beggars, sewer rat's maybe.
Shutting off from these thoughts, Draco reached the dance floor first and took Ginny's hand lightly; she smiled sweetly as they were heading for the very middle of the floor under the chandelier.
They faced each other, gazing intensely into the other's eyes, silver and brown, fire and ice. Draco stepped towards her and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, bringing her completely into his body. Ginny gave a small blissful smile, his body was warm and strong, she felt safe within his embrace, nothing could go wrong when she was with him; she bought her delicate hands up to his nape, clasping her hands above the forbidden, untouched skin - all the while their passionate gaze never faltered. It was just them again, Draco, Ginny and the music.
'Every endless night, has a dawning day Every darkest sky has a shining ray Yeah it shines on you Baby can't you see You're the only one who can shine for me, oh'
'It's a private emotion That fills you tonight And the silence falls between us As the shadows steal the light And where ever you may find it Where ever it may lead Let your private emotion come to me'
(Come to me, Come to me, Come to me.)
Draco hooded his eyes seductively, a few strands of silvery hair cascading over his eyes. The past was once again repeating its self, and they were lost.... entranced in each other.
Draco was missing within the light that he wanted but would never get; it was too late for him now. The memory of the dance was lost in the past where he'd left himself; the feelings he'd felt were gone. This memory.. what the past was exploiting and granting him right now...... Was a mere echo? The shroud of darkness had enveloped him and would not let him go ever.
'When your soul is tired And your heart is weak Do you think of love? As a one way street Well it runs both ways Open up your eyes Can't you see you and me here? How can you deny? Oh'
'It's a private emotion That fills you tonight And the silence falls between us As the shadows steal the light And where ever you may find it Where ever it may lead Let your private emotion come to me'
(Come to me, come to me, come to me,)
Ginny gazed deep into his troubled eyes, trying to see past the rough exterior, into his soul - into him. Down by the lake, all those years ago, she saw the conscientious qualities within him that nobody ever saw, (Some) gentleness, the ability to care, a beautiful soul encaged in a hideous prison of sin, although most of what the world saw to be Draco was actually the rest of him.
All Ginny saw now was a stranger, no beautiful soul, no kindness. The malevolence that he had become over the years, commanding, esteemed, feared - a high degree of authority and power; Ginny Weasley only saw the persecution and agony he'd endured - that same cruel torture he used on the innocent, and all the cold-blooded murders he'd committed. Draco wasn't the person she'd known anymore, but she refused to believe he was gone. Somewhere within this dragon was a forgotten soul.
However he wasn't the only one who had changed. Unknown to all, but one twisted monster, miss Innocent Virginia Anne Weasley had the same obstinate evil within her, deep down where she could control it. This forceful evil that Tom Riddle had planted, in the soil that was her innocence, and upon its flowering poisoned her essence with... the evil that the tainted, twisted part of her soul wanted back.... She would never allow herself to have it, to give in to the darkness, but how much longer could she hold it back now that a servant of the darkness had found a way into her heart.....?
'Every endless night, has a dawning day Every darkest sky has a shining ray Yeah it shines on you Baby can't you see You're the only one who can shine for me, oh It takes a lot to laugh As your tears go by But you'll keep following me here Till your tears run dry. Oh,'
'It's a private emotion That fills you tonight And the silence falls between us As the shadows steal the light And where ever you may find it Where ever it may lead Let your private emotion come to me.... come to me....'
"Come to me...."
Ginny froze, rooted to the spot. That cruel malevolent voice that she'd heard in her dream was speaking to her right now, in her mind. Above her Draco stopped dancing and frowned at her dazed, drained look. She was still staring into him, but her beautiful chocolate eyes were blank and lifeless as if in a far-away stupor.
"Virginia.... Virginia.....I need you....come to me....be in me.... Your soul is calling me... Let it go... Come to me... it is the only way..... Come to me my fire goddess.... You still remember the old ways... your soul craves me.... let it be free... you desire the power.... I can give it to you..... The darkness is waiting for you my dark queen....."
Another voice came into her head, frightened and panicked. "Ginny.. Ginny save me.. he has me... I've lost you.... I've lost you because he has me.."
"Ginny? ... Ginny what's wrong....?"
She was being shaken, she felt it but it was so far away...the harsh voice was echoing now, but incoherently, the frightened voice was gone. Another voice was bringing her back, away from the voices. Ginny blinked gradually, trying to get her normal poise. A pair of anxious grey eyes came into view, staring deep into her own, a pale face was coming into sight, flecks of silvery blonde hair were beginning to shadow the steel orbs.
"Draco?" she whispered indistinctly, letting her head fall forwards onto his chest, all of her body now leaning on him but not in comfort, she needed support. Her hands at his neck became limp and listless; now feeling like lifeless weights she dropped them to her sides, suddenly feeling very giddy. Her head on Draco's shoulder was becoming even weightier until it was hurting her neck.
Draco held her tightly around the waist with one arm whilst his other hand cupped her clammy cheek. Her face was pale and red blotches were appearing on her cheeks, making them incredibly rosy. Ginny felt his hand cup her countenance; it was like fire on her freckled skin, making her eyes run. Through the gathering tears in her brown eyes, she saw alarm and anxiety envelope Draco's calm grey orbs. He looked strange.. as if these emotions didn't belong there.
"Ginny?!" he demanded his deep voice full of concern, he was now becoming increasingly worried for the redhead. He kissed her forehead lightly, noting how extraordinarily warm it was, she was burning up in his very arms. "I've got to get you out of here." He whispered tucking a few strands of her red mane behind her ears out of her scorching face.
Ginny felt his muscular arms gather her up from the floor, relieving her legs of her body weight; instinctively she wormed a sluggish arm around his neck, whilst the other hand gripped his shirt lightly. Then they were moving, bobbing along; she could hear curious voices and even comical murmurs from a few perverted men, couldn't they see she was fainting here?
Draco stormed through the restaurant swiftly and easily, knocking a few chairs (and their owners) out the way, Ginny was only very light after all. He ignored the livid shouts from the manager about not paying the bill and kicked the door open. Now they were out side again, she heard the soft crashing of waves on the shore; it was soothing her mind slightly so she was able to comprehend what was happening. They were jiggling now, currently going down a small stone flight of stairs that led up to Haruni's place, the location they'd just eaten.
As soon as Draco reached the bottom, he held Ginny tighter and turned left to go to the apparation point nearby, but Ginny took a deep steadying breath, wanting to speak.
"No... Draco.. can we go down to the beach, I feel better now... I don't what to go back yet."
He looked down at the woman in his arms, uncertainly, "Are you sure? You scared me slightly back there you looked so ill. I even had to run out without paying the bill."
"Draco Malfoy, scared? Will wonders never cease? But seriously, I feel better now," she tightened the grip on his shirt and snuggled into him feeling like a muggle princess - just rescued from the evil tower atop the castles keep. "I'm fine now, can we go down to the cove? We haven't even been on the beach yet."
Draco smiled at her head, but it soon turned to a self-satisfied smirk, an image creeping into his mind. Adjusting Ginny's weight, he set off at a fast pace for the beach, absent-mindedly kissing her head as he strolled down the road, whilst occasionally clutching her tighter. Ginny made no effort to stop him, but her mind was elsewhere right now.
She was thinking about the voices... that same callous voice that she'd heard last night in her dream was scaring her. That's where it belonged, in her dreams - I mean, it wasn't real... right. Moreover, where had that other voice come from? Why were these voices calling for her? Was it just an echo from last night, she hoped so. Still, that theory seemed like a load of bullshit, it had affected her badly; the unbelievable feeling of weakness and nausea had over whelmed her. And that..... Had only happened one other disturbing time in Ginny's life....
Draco carried on walking down wards along the stone steps until he felt the land begin to flatten and his feet sink into the soft sand. The sea air was filling his lungs more then ever now the salty clear sea air; he'd felt it gathering in his lungs on his journey down the hill. He started across the beach, the sand shifting about under his weight and hers.
"Draco," Ginny whispered, causing Draco to look down into her eyes. They were hooded enticingly, her long black lashes and dark eyes giving her a mysterious look. His breath caught slightly in his throat - why did she have the ability to do that to him?
His mind was swimming with lust and passion for the woman in his arms. Clouding his rational thoughts, 'She's so beautiful...'
Ginny bit her lip and blushed, modestly glancing down into her lap. "Thank you."
"What? I didn't say anything." He whispered darkly, frowning bemusedly at her shyness.
"Yes you did. You just said 'she's so beautiful." She replied quietly, looking back into his unfathomable grey eyes and stroking his cheek with the back of her right hand.
What? Shit! He hadn't meant to vocalise it. The words must have slipped out...... Nonetheless, he didn't care that she knew how he felt; it was the truth after all.
He couldn't imagine being anywhere else but here with Ginny. He'd treated this girl like a defenceless animal to torment and bully in his school years - the girl that fawned over Potter year after year - the girl with no real friends (bar one handsome Slytherin) However, that was the past, not the present, yet he felt he had to make it up to her.
In the last 4 days he'd discovered so much about her, how she loved being caught in the rain - the way the cold water ran down her back (He'd shuddered involuntarily at the mere thought.); how she hated liars and false character and personalities - after being friends with a Slytherin how could you not, a demand for respectable company became a necessity. And how she absolutely despised potter, just as much as him, Potter and his twat of a wife Pansy.
Despite these facts, Draco was also poignant that she would never really be his - he couldn't express the feelings and emotions that she would give him, the relationship would be one way, with Draco receiving her love whilst Ginny gave it with all her heart.
This was why he couldn't let himself fall for her; Draco Malfoy did not love, did not receive love and did not express it. Ginny was too delicate - innocent to be ruined by him. If she became his, then he would destroy her, he'd misuse her, spoil her chaste soul with his treachery and immorality. Ginny didn't belong to that world - to his world. She was fragile glass held by the wobbly hand that was Draco Malfoy.
"Draco? You okay?"
"What? Yes...."
Ginny smiled sweetly and gently kissed his lips, fingering a stray lock of silver hair near her finger as she did so. Draco returned the kiss softly, he couldn't - shouldn't give in to her gentle kiss; he couldn't taint her....... But - she was so sweet, her flavour, her aroma everything that was Ginny. She was like a drug to him, addictive and bittersweet, he needed her pleasing intoxication to be satisfied.
Ginny pulled slowly out of the kiss, placing a tender finger on his warm red lips. She gazed at them, an attentive yet hazy look in her profound brown eyes. "Draco, I think I could probably walk now, can you put me down please." She said still looking at his lips, which at this very moment were grinning provocatively.
"What if I don't want to?" he replied darkly into her lip, evening his eyes into a feline gaze. Ginny pouted playfully and traced the finger down his chin and even further down his neckline until her slender finger disappeared under his shirt. Finally she looked into his eyes, slightly intimidated by his intense prowess gaze. Draco regarded her for a moment; if she was still in his arms then he could do what he wanted with her...... An evil smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, making Ginny eye him suspiciously.
"My, my Ginny your face looks a little flustered, I think you need to cool off." He said silkily, his leer turning into a ridiculed pout. Ginny frowned at the blonde, deeply perplexed by his sudden statement and was about to ask him what on earth he was on about until he broke into a run - towards the water.
Ginny gasped as she realised what he'd meant, the dark endless looking water was coming ever closer and Ginny started to laugh and scream at the same time. "OH NO! DRACO! DRACO MALFOY PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" However, her screams of fear, frustration and laughter were drowned out by Draco's evil cackling as he sprinted rather astonishingly towards the shoreline.
"DRACO DON'T YOU D - " But she didn't have time to finish her sentence as Draco hurled her 10 feet through the air into the icy cold Mediterranean Sea. As soon as the cold water hit her, the hot flush that had over whelmed her body earlier disappeared, and now her body was completely goosepimply from top to toe, the waters arctic temperature taking effect on her body.
Ginny felt her bottom bump the seabed and immediately she placed her feet on the sand, noting how her flip-flops floated tediously out from underneath her to the surface, if he wanted to play, then she'd play with him all right.
Out on the beach, Draco howled in laughter as her flip-flops floated to the surface, followed closely by some sunglasses. He shook his head entertainingly at the spot where small bubbles began to gurgle at the surface, and slowly his laughter dyed down to sniggers .... then short laughs as the bubbles, instead of a beautiful redhead rose to the surface......
He felt his body tense up in trepidation, his eyes frozen to the spot where the flip-flops floated forebodingly, hoping that anytime Ginny's head would pop to the surface..... A sudden wave of alarm and apprehension gripped Draco's heart, and thinking of nothing but the redhead he'd just sent plummeting to her doom, he ran wildly into the small breakers, goggling his eyes at the flip-flops and sunglasses.
"GINN - " he began to shout, but he felt something tug at his leg and pull him under the water, drowning out his cry. His eyes closed in pain as his backside hit the sand - hard. He squinted them open a fraction to see a mass of red and white rush pass him to the surface through the dark murky water. Rage and infuriation welling up inside him, Draco sunk his heavy boots into the soft sand and rose out the water, gasping and spluttering.
He thrashed his arms for a moment, regaining conscious thought, before he stood up to his full height, glaring down menacingly at the wet redhead before him, who was laughing wildly at him. Draco's fists shaking in unmanageable fury, he grabbed her arms tightly bringing a very frightened Ginny towards him. She recoiled as his grey eyes became livid and piercing as they stared into her own.
His pale face started to redden but suddenly he looked down to her chest and smirked wildly, loosening his grip on her arms, the enraged look vanishing instantly from his eyes and face. Ginny frowned at his leering look and then followed his trail of sight.... To her white see through top, which was currently revealing more then it should be. Ginny blushed furiously and tried to take her arms out of Draco's hands to cover herself from his scrutiny, but the Malfoy held them even tighter so she couldn't escape. Ginny tugged again, but he just smirked and held her there for his enjoyment. Although this frightened her slightly she felt so.... thrilled.
Cold and trapped, Ginny had no choice but to stand there whilst Draco raked her wet bodyline appreciatively, taking in the see through top and white underwear visible through her skirt. She bit her lip uncertainly and looked up into his eyes, which were now on hers. She gazed unblinkingly into his eyes, reading the extreme look Draco was giving her like a book. No one could mistake what was shining within those silver orbs - pure unadulterated lust, The same lust Ginny had seen in those piercing eyes down by the lake before -
What followed next was pure animal magnetism controlled by the desire, yearn and instincts that enveloped them both. Draco grabbed Ginny's waist roughly and heaved her effortlessly around his waist whilst kissing her passionately, wet-hot body pressing against wet-hot body. Ginny gasped and kneaded her hands through his wet hair, opening her lips so his tongue could find her own - tasting her pureness.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles, bringing her entire body against his. Draco groaned into his throat as he felt her wet braless chest press against his. He pulled away from her mouth and started sucking savagely on her neck and collarbone, nipping her soft flesh in hunger and yearn for the redhead.
Draco's hands wandered blindly all over her back and through her hair, everywhere he could reach. Ginny groaned quietly as his head wandered lower, pushing her upwards so he could lick her sternum cravingly. He wanted her, he needed her he didn't care about going slow, he didn't care about his father or the fact that he was a murderer or the fact she was forbidden to his body and mind, he just needed Ginny - his drug - his light in the darkness.
Ginny's already wobbly spine turned fully to jelly as he nipped at the soft flesh below her neckline; his passionate kisses were sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body, making her groan and moan his name. She felt Draco hug her closer to his body, turn around and walk back towards the beach; both were anticipating what was coming - it was inevitable. She felt Draco wobble slightly as his waterlogged boots hit the dry sand and he dropped slowly to the ground so she was sitting in his lap, she could feel his 'excitement' as she snuggled into him, wrapping her legs even tighter.
He groaned as a shudder of pleasure went flying up and down his spine as Ginny unbuttoned his soggy wet shirt, rubbing his masculine chest roughly. Draco's mind wandered to the memory that was in his head, indeed history was repeating it's self.
Ginny sighed in ecstasy as Draco trailed his tongue upwards over her steamy breastbone, collarbone and neck up to her lips. She pulled him down onto her, leaning back into the sand, which stuck immediately to her hot sweaty skin and wet hair. Draco grinned into her mouth and lay carefully onto of her, so not to crush the redhead with his immense weight. Whilst he made them both as comfortable as possible, Ginny felt Draco's gentle hands on her back travel downwards onto the back of her skirt and begin to slowly tease it off.
Ginny's hands travelled lower and lower down the blonde's abdomen until she felt the metal buckle of his belt. White, hot pleasure sliced within her as she heard his deep groan rumble through him. Draco smirked smugly into her mouth, having succeeded in peeling off the soaking skirt and he now attempted the white panties underneath.
Nobody had ever made him feel like this, ever. Yeah he'd been with plenty of hot-gorgeous women in the past, but he felt none of the hot-blooded inclination and exhilaration like he did now with Ginny. This seemed much deeper, much closer to the heart; the passion was there, but so was something else - more profound.
Ginny felt his hungering mouth bite her lips tenderly before drifting downwards along her neck and chest, sucking and nipping her delicate flesh as he travelled lower. She opened her eyes slowly and looked to the heavens, a blissful smile plastered on her face. There it was, once again, watching over them was the moon - the suns sister and spy. The bright mistress was watching and protecting them as darkness and light, fire and ice became one once again.
*
"Put me through to him now, I need to speak with him." A dark feminine voice called through the fireplace, ignoring the leering the man gave her.
"He isn't here and won't be back for a couple of days, but..... Maybe 'I' can take care of it?" he added suggestively, flashing his golden eyes over the glass of Ogden's fire whiskey.
"Don't you take a hint? I though that slap I gave you the first time would suffice, bit if you need yet another reminder...."
The man groaned menacingly and scowled his golden eyes at the woman. "Fine. What do you want me to tell him?"
The voice snorted disgustedly at him and rolled her dark eyes. "I would not trust you with such vital information, just tell your cousin that I must speak with him at once when he returns, think you can manage that?"
The golden eyes gleamed with hatred for the woman before he spoke, "I believe so, sure 'I' can't help you?"
The woman rolled her eyes in frustration and disappeared from the fireplace with a pop, leaving the man alone with his whisky and thoughts.
*
"Come here Miss Weasley," a deep husky voice echoed through the manors vast entrance hall. He reached out for the redheaded woman who giggled raunchily and backed slowly along the hall into the living room.
"Why don't you come here Mr Malfoy?" the redhead whispered enticingly, pouting flirtatiously as she gracefully undid the doors behind her. She licked her lips and raised a suggestive eyebrow whilst still backing away into the extremely large living room.
Draco smirked his famous Malfoy leer and slowly prowled after her, staring deeply into her eyes, they'd played this little 'come and get me game' all the way up to the apparation point and on the way up to the manor; Ginny was successfully winning so far, having lured him all the way here.
The blonde evened his eyes provocatively and continued walking towards her, speeding up slightly as the redhead realised she was trapped against the back of a leather sofa. Ginny grinned devilishly and sat on the back of the sofa, crossing her legs, leaning on her hands and tilting her head backwards to reveal her sucked and chewed neck.
Draco came into the dark living space, he noticed a gentle light was shining on Ginny and six more like it were shining on the floor down the room. The blonde turned his head to the right and saw the silver beams of the moon penetrating the glass, illuminating the room with peaceful ambient light. He stood before Ginny and scanned her neck, taking in the patches of redskin and rather large bite marks that he'd planted there earlier.
'God did I really do that?' he asked himself, stroking her skin softly with his fingertips, admiring his work. Ginny gave a obliging smile at the look of awe and wonder on his face; he was concentrating immensely on touching each mark rather lovingly as though it were a delicate flower.
'Wow he seems surprised - and if I'm mistaken, concerned? I wonder why he cares about a couple of love bites so much?' She asked herself, taking her right hand and placing it on top of his gentle probing hand on her neck. Draco's eyes were holding something back, she saw it; something was stirring within him - his eyes were betraying him a lot recently.
"You didn't hurt me Draco." Ginny whispered soothingly, noting how his inquisitive look softened almost immediately. She laced her fingers reassuringly with his and Draco gave a lopsided smile, allowing Ginny to lead him over to the leather sofa.
Draco sat down first and Ginny sat down net to him, snuggling tenderly into his shoulder. He smiled contently at the peacefulness that surrounded them right now and at the special moment they'd shared together; he longed to know how she felt about it. After their last 'moment' Draco had left immediately for the manor without confronting her, something about their moment had affected him badly - he almost swore he was feeling something for her.
Feeling her shuddering because of the cold, Draco placed a protective warm arm around her shoulders to bring her back into his affectionate body. He was about to ask her how she felt about this whole messed up situation when Ginny spoke first.
"Draco, I've just remembered something, you know - about what Blaise mentioned to us." Draco scowled as he heard his ex best friends name being said so casually in a conversation, he wanted more then anything to smash that perfect little ebony head into a thousand pieces for what he'd put them through. He pursed his lips at the mere thought of his 'friend'.
He turned his head to look at hers questioningly, not wanting to open his mouth otherwise he might bite her head off. Ginny looked into Draco's eyes and a small blush crept onto her face as she noticed he was pissed, 'note to self: mention Blaise less in the future.'
"What do you think he meant by 'The dark lord has big plans for her?' I thought Vol-Voldemort was dead."
Draco frowned thoughtfully at the question and stared into the extinguished fireplace, as though the answer was sitting there waving at him. "I don't know Ginny, what ever Blaise meant I'm sure he didn't mean Voldemort, he probably means my fanatical wanker of a father Lucius, he's normally in charge these days. Although - father often did spend a lot of time upstairs, I'd regularly see him wondering down the corridor to a hideous painting kept at the very end, you wouldn't even notice it was there unless you went down there yourself. I went down there once to see what he was up to but all I came across was this really creepy painting, with a hooded man and lots of -"
He glanced downwards to see if the redhead was listening to a word he'd been saying, but found a sleeping siren snuggled into his arm, fast asleep. He couldn't blame her, he'd been babbling. Hooding his eyes tenderly, Draco admired her sleeping form, noting how comfortable and safe she looked lying there next to him. Not seeing the point in disturbing Ginny - he was enjoying being next to her right now, Draco snuggled down into the sofa and prepared him self for a well-earned rest.
*
BANG!
Ginny's eyes flew open as she heard a noise louder then a gun shot go off outside. She blinked groggily, glancing up at Draco's sleeping form to see if he'd shot awake - but being a heavy sleeper, Draco probably wouldn't of heard it.
CRACK!
There was another thunderous noise, it was definitely coming from outside. Deciding to check it out, Ginny Slowly wormed her way out from under Draco's arm - who mumbled something indistinguishable and carried on snoozing. Ginny wanted to go and fetch her wand, but she honestly couldn't remember her way back to it, plus she was too tired.
Sighing resignedly, she rolled her eyes and spotted Draco's long yew wand sticking out of his trouser pocket. Dare she take it? (and please, minds outta gutters people!)
(A/N should I leave it here? No I think I'll be kind and keep on going : )
Frowning mysteriously at the yew wand, she made up her mind - the curious side had got the better of her. Clasping her hand tightly on the end, she gave a small tug and pulled the wand from his pocket, watching his face for any signs of disturbance - thankfully Draco merely sighed deeply and slept on. Now that she had it, something that everybody repeatedly told her crept into her mind. Ginny knew that some wands were faithful to their masters and their masters alone, but something about the warm power it was emitting into her hand told her this wand would listen to her - well at least she hope it would.
Deciding to test the wand first, she muttered a simple 'Lumos' and thankfully the bright beam of light shot out the end, illuminating the dark room like a torch. Gathering her confidence, Ginny walked quietly toward the terrace doors behind her, that led out onto a small patio then out onto the vast garden beyond. She knew it was foolish to venture out alone but she couldn't help it inquisitiveness was clouding her mind.
Grasping the handle she turned it quietly to the left and slowly the door swung out wards, permitting her to the outdoors. The garden looked dark and foreboding until about halfway down, where the Pegasus fountain was lit up brightly with brilliant blue lights. Taking a deep breath Ginny stepped out the door and onto the terrace, scanning the dark for any signs of disturbance.
'Oh well maybe I was - wait what's that over there?' she shone the wand to a bush that stood ten metres away up the dark garden path, it looked like something was protruding from it or hanging from it, what eve it was it didn't look right. Squinting her eyes intriguingly, Ginny grasped the wand tighter with her hand and decided to go and inspect the foliage more thoroughly.
Why she chose to do something as thoughtless as this Ginny did not know, but something about the shrub was feeding her curiosity and she wanted to find out what was in that bush. The path to the fountain was smooth and gravel-less, her footsteps were soundless as she placed each foot on the stone - why did she suddenly have a very uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.
Finally she could see what was hanging in there, it was pink or rather a flesh colour with five little....... Ginny gasped as she realised what she was staring at - a severed hand. She widened her eyes at the mangled piece of flesh and turned to run towards the house. Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned around and ran - right into a solid form.
Ginny bounced backwards onto the hard stone path, which caused a shockwave of pain to run up her back. She found her vision blurred and obscure for a moment as she tried to look at whatever she'd bounced off, but nothing but a big black shape with billowing cape came in to view...... Ginny found herself shaking in terror and incredulity as she stared into the frightening mask of the deatheater - but this deatheater had a navy blue mask that only covered half of the face instead of a white one that hid everything but the eyes.
"Stun her. Alagan will be very pleased with 'this' little find." Snorted the man darkly, his eyes on something behind Ginny. Ginny tried to scream but found no sound came out, instead a sharp pain was aching the back of her head where she'd been struck, the redhead glared back into the dark eyes of the man as she ascended into darkness.
However....before Ginny completely passed out, she heard the cracking of stone, the muffled cry of frightened men, and a body fall to the floor. Then she fell into darkness, where she was to be accosted against her will.
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A/N: Woah cliffie!!!! What happens next.....? You'll have to review and wait to find out! REMEMBER EVERYONE, THIS STORY WILL NOW REMAIN IN THE PG- 13 SECTION UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER! And I promise I'll try to update sooner, I could of done it last week if I hadn't been ill, COLDS SUCK, sniff.
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A/N: Hey there, I won't say too much. Hope you enjoyed the last chapter; I know it was pretty crap, well I hope 'you' don't think so but I sure did. I am sooooooooo sorry about not updating sooner but I've been ill, I spent most of the day shouting "Eh? What?" Because my ears were blocked! O_O . But here we are, another piece of the puzzle. Ooooooooo in this chapter I'll be attempting a sex scene, its not full on gratuitous sex but it's just the build up, please review and tell me what you think
Before you go any further, THIS STORY WILL BE MOVING TO THE R. SECTION IN CHAPTER 10. SO GO ON THERE AFTER THIS CHAPTER PLEASE!
If you want to read the further chapters in pg-13, then send me an email then I will tone it down and send the chapter to you.
In the coming chapters, we will be uncovering a few mysterious aspects of subjects and people mentioned within the previous chapters! We'll be discovering: what the mysterious darkness within Ginny is, Why Blaise has golden eyes and their purpose (if they have one, wait and see). The hooded figure stalking Gin and Draco and lastly why Draco 'really' recognises Layla Nox, and where she's actually from (If Draco's not mistaken.....)
This is part 2, enjoy!
Chapter 9, part B: moonlight Dances and a frolic on the beach..
"Well, well, Draco Malfoy. I've been looking for you all day, you left this." A silky feminine voice from above them drawled slowly.
Draco widened his steel eyes at the voice and turned around to look at those dark hazel eyes. Ginny looked from him to the woman and gasped at what she had held in her hand.
It was an apparation permit, and on the front of the black leather holder printed in golden loopy handwriting, read the name: Draco Malfoy.
Draco frowned thoughtfully at the holder, then at the delicate hand that was holding it out to him. Why did this Blonde haired, hazel-eyed woman have his apparation papers? This was an important document, like your wallet and personal identification, which you needed to carry around at all times. If any of these objects were stolen or misplaced, then you'd be in deep, deep shit.
He looked up into the sharp round tanned face of the blonde woman. Hang one a minute, somehow she was vaguely familiar... he knew he recognised her from somewhere.... Was she merely someone he'd seen in the street? Was she a prostitute? He could imagine her to be in that line of work with her very round curves and 'interesting' dress sense. Draco reached back into the recesses of his mind - wasn't she the woman from.....
Above him, the cute blonde frowned, deeply irritated by Draco's puzzlement, an amused or was it an incredulous look on her face. She flickered her sharp hazel eyes across the table to Ginny, taking in the attractive redhead. She scanned her bodyline judging her choice fashion sense.
Ginny was wearing a tight white vest top that showed off her (not too) voluptuous chest, (earlier in the day Draco had reacted immediately with a scrutinising wolf whistle when she came down to breakfast). She was also wearing, Layla noted, a flowing pink and red paisley skirt that stopped slightly above her knees, displaying her long womanly legs. Layla raised a comical eyebrow at her selection of muggle type flip-flops with large red passionflower, separating the big toe from the others. The flip-flops seemed to be magical though as the flower had closed up as there was no longer any sunlight to be had.
The blonde allowed her self another pretentious look at the youngest Weasley before turning back to Draco.
"Don't you remember me Mr Malfoy?" she asked raising an eyebrow and adding a slight purr to her vaguely disappointed voice.
Draco thought deeply for a moment. He couldn't recollect where he'd seen her before, however he still did recognise her.... Then it finally crossed his mind... that it might be her from..... Was she the -?
The round-faced woman sighed short temperedly, "From Gringotts? You know, the blonde lady who served you this morning, Layla Nox?"
Draco glowered slightly at her outburst, was that right? He had been so sure that he'd seen her somewhere else - but, then again, Draco Malfoy had met many a blonde in his life, to him they all looked the same. However, something was still irritating him about her.
"Oh.. oh right. Um, thanks," he muttered taking - or rather snatching the licence from her rather strictly, causing Layla to scowl contemptuously at the Malfoy.
Across from Draco, Ginny gave a small, relieved smile at his rudeness. Upon seeing how pretty the blonde was she'd thought she was one of Draco's notorious slappers, but since Draco didn't recognise her, then that was a great weight off her shoulders. Then again, Draco - having a tarnished reputation for women - probably wouldn't remember the last pretty bimbo he'd draped on his arm. Feeling slightly more confident, Ginny offered a polite hand to the blonde woman, a rather possessive look on her face.
"Nice to meet you Layla, I'm Ginny, Ginny Bloom." She said in a kindly voice.
Layla scowled for a minute, giving her a conspicuous look. The blonde, not wanting to seem discourteous, (hey it could ruin any chance she had with Draco.... right?) then grinned nicely and took Ginny's dainty hand. Across from the redhead, Draco frowned slightly at her name choice, yes he'd told her to fake a name, but really, Ginny Bloom? - However, right now, he couldn't complain as his cover was already blown.
"Nice to meet you. I'm guessing that you and Mr Malfoy are here on pleasure as well as business." She replied in a strained voice, detaching herself from the redhead and suddenly scratching her lower left arm.
As she pushed up her sleeve, Draco caught sight of a black tattoo, it was only small, but it was shining brightly like coal on her brown skin. Layla itched the area of red flesh around it, this tattoo had only been put on recently it seemed. He squinted at the small mark, trying to get a better look, but Layla pulled down her sleeve too quickly.
"Yes, we're holidaying here for a while." Ginny responded impassively, playing a little game of footsie under the table with Draco's leg. The pale man smirked playfully at her flashing his steely eyes then returned his attention lazily to Layla, wanting her to piss off so he and Ginny could be alone.
Layla glanced at Draco through feline eyes and gave a small flirtatious wink. "Well, I'd better get off, looking for you all day has made me very tired indeed."
"What region in England are you from Layla?" Ginny enquired suddenly, placing her chin in her hand and leaning forwards on the table.
Layla bit her lip and scowled again, but then smiled kindly at her question, "Cheshire. Sorry Ginny.. but I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you around." She replied in a like-I-give-a-shit voice, turning back to Draco, a sexy guise present in her hazel orbs.
Ginny watched her lips pout enticingly at the blonde, who thankfully looked disgusted rather then interested. What a cheeky bitch! Flirting openly right in front of her with, well 'her' bloke. With a satisfied smirk, Layla turned and walked away making sure she added a little wiggle to her hips.
Draco frowned contemplatively at her retreating form and returned his attention back to the woman across from him, who now had a very resentful look on her facade. A small smile crept onto his face as he realised she was jealous, now she knew how he felt this morning when that Latin wanker was excessively flirting with her.
"What's up Gin? The panatela giving you stomach ache?"
Ginny pouted sullenly for a moment, she wasn't going to rise to his bait. She knew he was trying to make a point about Massimo, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of making her look like a prick. Deciding to ignore him, Ginny took a long sip of her wine, avoiding his eyes, which at this very moment were dancing with mischief and self-satisfaction.
After about 2 minutes of being totally ignored by Ginny, Draco laughed charmingly at the redhead and placed a gentle hand on hers. The youngest Weasley gradually glanced across at him, an enticing look now present in her beautiful brown eyes. What was the point in bearing a grudge now? They had to be together for a couple of weeks yet.... maybe even longer - she hoped. Draco gave a lopsided grin and took the glass from her hand, placing it out of her reach. 'Awwww now he wants attention.'
"Don't be like that Virginia, it's you I l- I'm interested in not some dumb blonde, she's just sloppy seconds compared to you." He said huskily, stroking her hand in a reassuring way.
The redhead gasped inwardly as his eyes became sincere and ...caring. She felt her chest begin to go all ardent and blissful at the intense look he gave her, Ginny could tell he was pondering something deeply as his eyes seemed to betray his emotionless face.
Ginny's eyes left his momentarily to watch him stoke her delicate fingers; again this soothing - affectionate action looked alien coming from a man who was supposed to be malevolent, a deatheater and a disreputable ladies man. She glanced for a second time into his eyes this time more amorously; that famous Malfoy smirk crept onto his face, giving him a cheeky-lil'- devil look.
'Careful Virginia, don't you fall for his charms just yet..' she sighed inwardly, that oh so annoying little voice called 'conscience' let its self be heard.
'Why? He hasn't done anything to hurt me.' Ginny responded reasonably.
'Not yet. But look, since Draco waltzed back into your life everything has been extreme and you know it. Your normal carefree life has become chaotic and treacherous, we both know that something within you enjoys that precarious life style but you must trust your own feelings. Anyway Virginia, he's a deatheater and can't be trusted. Trust me, evil.... Knows.... evil....'
Ginny rolled her eyes and ignored the voice... for now.
She blushed at the complement, giving Draco a modest smile; this man could charm his way out of anything - which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Moreover, where had that minor nervous stutter come from...?. It wasn't like a Malfoy to lose his cool poise.
"Is that so?" she purred, a slight soft huskiness to her own voice, which caused Draco to swallow at the intense sexual look she was giving him.
"Ladies and Gentleman, may I have your attention please?"
The voice shook Draco and Ginny, snapping out of their moment. Everybody turned around to goggle at the tall Spanish man in the corner, who was standing on a large wooden stage full of instruments.
"It is my great pleasure and honour, to introduce Palido Domicio, an amazing musical talent and dear friend to me. Tonight he and his wife Maria will be taking requests from you our wonderful audience and performing them for your enjoyment. So please, put your hands together for Palido and Maria Domicio accompanied by the iridescent pearls!"
Everybody clapped politely and watched as 5 men, and a woman came out of the restaurant. 4 of the men were tall with shoulder length black hair whilst the fifth man was shorter with ebony brown locks and the woman was small and brunette. The 6 Walked onto the stage, and took their positions in front of their instruments.
Palido and Maria seated themselves on two wooden high backed stools at the front of the stage; Palido placed what appeared to be a small B.B at his feet and opened it up. He untied the silk toggles carefully and pulled out a shiny black acoustic guitar.
"Expanderous!" shouted the Spaniard announcer, pointing his wand at the stone tiled floor. Immediately, the medium sized balcony that seated 30 now expanded 8 more metres in each direction, pulling the tables with it as it did so. Ginny watched as their table stretched further out over the cliff, so now they were a good 20 metres away from the actual building.
Finally the tables and floor stopped moving, just as well the crashing of the sea on the rocks made her feel seasick. A large wooden dance floor had appeared before the stage, there were large white candles hovering 10 feet in the air at each corner whilst in the centre, giving off soothing ambient light, hovered a candle chandelier.
"Please Senors, senoritas, we play anything you wish." Palido said compassionately, playing a short innuendo to Wet Wet Wet - Love is all around, on his guitar, capturing everybody's attention immediately. He then changed the tune to Nickelback - how you remind me, then Areosmith - sweet emotion. Most of the audience smiled, relieved he knew something other then wizard songs, many of the muggle songs were becoming better known within the wizarding world. Celestina Warbeck's beautiful voice would often drift onto the radio singing classic muggle songs such as some where over the rainbow and they can't take that away from me.
Everybody clapped enthusiastically when he finally finished after 3 more snippets of various songs. A short young man rose from the table closest to the stage and murmured indistinguishably into Palido's ear, an uneasy smile tugging the corner of his mouth. The brown haired musician smiled and nodded excitedly and leaned into his wife, whispering quickly in fast Spanish. She smiled too, turned to the lead base, and told him the song they were to perform, and he in turn relayed the message to the other 3 musicians. The young man gave his girlfriend a successful wink and pulled her to her feet.
Each musician counted mentally to three and began to play; Palido and Maria quickly pointed their wands to their throats and muttered "Sonorous."
Immediately couples began rising from their chairs and making their way out onto the dance floor. The lazy sultry music was casting its magical spell on everyone; bodies leant lovingly against each other, heads rested peacefully on their partners, and hands and arms went protectively to waists, backs and necks.
Draco gave a small smile. The past was resurfacing, forcing a special occasion to the front of his head, the ball that his mind had dwelled on for days after it had happened, analysing and appreciating the memory. That special dance shared with a kindred soul.
He glanced across at Ginny, a lazy look in his eyes. She was currently watching the dancing couples, a content look on her face - maybe, Draco realised, an envious look. Ginny smiled, feeling his eyes on her, those eyes that had rested on her 4 years ago in the entrance hall. Shimmering silver - craving, penetrating eyes that later, turned out to be a magnificent window into his soul.
Slowly, she turned her head towards him. Brown met Silver. Light met Darkness. Fire met ice.
They both leisurely stood up, they didn't need to ask each other to dance, something inside them just knew. The past trapped deep within had taken over, manipulating and commanding them, remembering the old ways. The magnetism, desire, vulnerability, and veto that was their lives - a Weasley and a Malfoy, a Gryffindor and Slytherin - the prince and the pauper - their relationship by every living and supernatural law was forbidden.
Yet, that knowledge was what made it so deliciously exciting. On that cloudless night, down by the lakeside, the ecstasy of being caught - the knowledge and reality that they should, and could never be together.
If her brothers had ever found out ... Draco wasn't scared of them, not by a long shot, some of the spells he knew alone could send him away to Azkaban for life. He just didn't want to be beaten to a bloody pulp was all.
Even worse still, this thought had frightened Draco the most...what if Lucius had ever found out? Draco would have been disowned for associating with such common filth - no not even that low, according to Lucius, the Weasley's were lower then commoners, lower then paupers even. Draco would have been disowned for associating with mere beggars, sewer rat's maybe.
Shutting off from these thoughts, Draco reached the dance floor first and took Ginny's hand lightly; she smiled sweetly as they were heading for the very middle of the floor under the chandelier.
They faced each other, gazing intensely into the other's eyes, silver and brown, fire and ice. Draco stepped towards her and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, bringing her completely into his body. Ginny gave a small blissful smile, his body was warm and strong, she felt safe within his embrace, nothing could go wrong when she was with him; she bought her delicate hands up to his nape, clasping her hands above the forbidden, untouched skin - all the while their passionate gaze never faltered. It was just them again, Draco, Ginny and the music.
'Every endless night, has a dawning day Every darkest sky has a shining ray Yeah it shines on you Baby can't you see You're the only one who can shine for me, oh'
'It's a private emotion That fills you tonight And the silence falls between us As the shadows steal the light And where ever you may find it Where ever it may lead Let your private emotion come to me'
(Come to me, Come to me, Come to me.)
Draco hooded his eyes seductively, a few strands of silvery hair cascading over his eyes. The past was once again repeating its self, and they were lost.... entranced in each other.
Draco was missing within the light that he wanted but would never get; it was too late for him now. The memory of the dance was lost in the past where he'd left himself; the feelings he'd felt were gone. This memory.. what the past was exploiting and granting him right now...... Was a mere echo? The shroud of darkness had enveloped him and would not let him go ever.
'When your soul is tired And your heart is weak Do you think of love? As a one way street Well it runs both ways Open up your eyes Can't you see you and me here? How can you deny? Oh'
'It's a private emotion That fills you tonight And the silence falls between us As the shadows steal the light And where ever you may find it Where ever it may lead Let your private emotion come to me'
(Come to me, come to me, come to me,)
Ginny gazed deep into his troubled eyes, trying to see past the rough exterior, into his soul - into him. Down by the lake, all those years ago, she saw the conscientious qualities within him that nobody ever saw, (Some) gentleness, the ability to care, a beautiful soul encaged in a hideous prison of sin, although most of what the world saw to be Draco was actually the rest of him.
All Ginny saw now was a stranger, no beautiful soul, no kindness. The malevolence that he had become over the years, commanding, esteemed, feared - a high degree of authority and power; Ginny Weasley only saw the persecution and agony he'd endured - that same cruel torture he used on the innocent, and all the cold-blooded murders he'd committed. Draco wasn't the person she'd known anymore, but she refused to believe he was gone. Somewhere within this dragon was a forgotten soul.
However he wasn't the only one who had changed. Unknown to all, but one twisted monster, miss Innocent Virginia Anne Weasley had the same obstinate evil within her, deep down where she could control it. This forceful evil that Tom Riddle had planted, in the soil that was her innocence, and upon its flowering poisoned her essence with... the evil that the tainted, twisted part of her soul wanted back.... She would never allow herself to have it, to give in to the darkness, but how much longer could she hold it back now that a servant of the darkness had found a way into her heart.....?
'Every endless night, has a dawning day Every darkest sky has a shining ray Yeah it shines on you Baby can't you see You're the only one who can shine for me, oh It takes a lot to laugh As your tears go by But you'll keep following me here Till your tears run dry. Oh,'
'It's a private emotion That fills you tonight And the silence falls between us As the shadows steal the light And where ever you may find it Where ever it may lead Let your private emotion come to me.... come to me....'
"Come to me...."
Ginny froze, rooted to the spot. That cruel malevolent voice that she'd heard in her dream was speaking to her right now, in her mind. Above her Draco stopped dancing and frowned at her dazed, drained look. She was still staring into him, but her beautiful chocolate eyes were blank and lifeless as if in a far-away stupor.
"Virginia.... Virginia.....I need you....come to me....be in me.... Your soul is calling me... Let it go... Come to me... it is the only way..... Come to me my fire goddess.... You still remember the old ways... your soul craves me.... let it be free... you desire the power.... I can give it to you..... The darkness is waiting for you my dark queen....."
Another voice came into her head, frightened and panicked. "Ginny.. Ginny save me.. he has me... I've lost you.... I've lost you because he has me.."
"Ginny? ... Ginny what's wrong....?"
She was being shaken, she felt it but it was so far away...the harsh voice was echoing now, but incoherently, the frightened voice was gone. Another voice was bringing her back, away from the voices. Ginny blinked gradually, trying to get her normal poise. A pair of anxious grey eyes came into view, staring deep into her own, a pale face was coming into sight, flecks of silvery blonde hair were beginning to shadow the steel orbs.
"Draco?" she whispered indistinctly, letting her head fall forwards onto his chest, all of her body now leaning on him but not in comfort, she needed support. Her hands at his neck became limp and listless; now feeling like lifeless weights she dropped them to her sides, suddenly feeling very giddy. Her head on Draco's shoulder was becoming even weightier until it was hurting her neck.
Draco held her tightly around the waist with one arm whilst his other hand cupped her clammy cheek. Her face was pale and red blotches were appearing on her cheeks, making them incredibly rosy. Ginny felt his hand cup her countenance; it was like fire on her freckled skin, making her eyes run. Through the gathering tears in her brown eyes, she saw alarm and anxiety envelope Draco's calm grey orbs. He looked strange.. as if these emotions didn't belong there.
"Ginny?!" he demanded his deep voice full of concern, he was now becoming increasingly worried for the redhead. He kissed her forehead lightly, noting how extraordinarily warm it was, she was burning up in his very arms. "I've got to get you out of here." He whispered tucking a few strands of her red mane behind her ears out of her scorching face.
Ginny felt his muscular arms gather her up from the floor, relieving her legs of her body weight; instinctively she wormed a sluggish arm around his neck, whilst the other hand gripped his shirt lightly. Then they were moving, bobbing along; she could hear curious voices and even comical murmurs from a few perverted men, couldn't they see she was fainting here?
Draco stormed through the restaurant swiftly and easily, knocking a few chairs (and their owners) out the way, Ginny was only very light after all. He ignored the livid shouts from the manager about not paying the bill and kicked the door open. Now they were out side again, she heard the soft crashing of waves on the shore; it was soothing her mind slightly so she was able to comprehend what was happening. They were jiggling now, currently going down a small stone flight of stairs that led up to Haruni's place, the location they'd just eaten.
As soon as Draco reached the bottom, he held Ginny tighter and turned left to go to the apparation point nearby, but Ginny took a deep steadying breath, wanting to speak.
"No... Draco.. can we go down to the beach, I feel better now... I don't what to go back yet."
He looked down at the woman in his arms, uncertainly, "Are you sure? You scared me slightly back there you looked so ill. I even had to run out without paying the bill."
"Draco Malfoy, scared? Will wonders never cease? But seriously, I feel better now," she tightened the grip on his shirt and snuggled into him feeling like a muggle princess - just rescued from the evil tower atop the castles keep. "I'm fine now, can we go down to the cove? We haven't even been on the beach yet."
Draco smiled at her head, but it soon turned to a self-satisfied smirk, an image creeping into his mind. Adjusting Ginny's weight, he set off at a fast pace for the beach, absent-mindedly kissing her head as he strolled down the road, whilst occasionally clutching her tighter. Ginny made no effort to stop him, but her mind was elsewhere right now.
She was thinking about the voices... that same callous voice that she'd heard last night in her dream was scaring her. That's where it belonged, in her dreams - I mean, it wasn't real... right. Moreover, where had that other voice come from? Why were these voices calling for her? Was it just an echo from last night, she hoped so. Still, that theory seemed like a load of bullshit, it had affected her badly; the unbelievable feeling of weakness and nausea had over whelmed her. And that..... Had only happened one other disturbing time in Ginny's life....
Draco carried on walking down wards along the stone steps until he felt the land begin to flatten and his feet sink into the soft sand. The sea air was filling his lungs more then ever now the salty clear sea air; he'd felt it gathering in his lungs on his journey down the hill. He started across the beach, the sand shifting about under his weight and hers.
"Draco," Ginny whispered, causing Draco to look down into her eyes. They were hooded enticingly, her long black lashes and dark eyes giving her a mysterious look. His breath caught slightly in his throat - why did she have the ability to do that to him?
His mind was swimming with lust and passion for the woman in his arms. Clouding his rational thoughts, 'She's so beautiful...'
Ginny bit her lip and blushed, modestly glancing down into her lap. "Thank you."
"What? I didn't say anything." He whispered darkly, frowning bemusedly at her shyness.
"Yes you did. You just said 'she's so beautiful." She replied quietly, looking back into his unfathomable grey eyes and stroking his cheek with the back of her right hand.
What? Shit! He hadn't meant to vocalise it. The words must have slipped out...... Nonetheless, he didn't care that she knew how he felt; it was the truth after all.
He couldn't imagine being anywhere else but here with Ginny. He'd treated this girl like a defenceless animal to torment and bully in his school years - the girl that fawned over Potter year after year - the girl with no real friends (bar one handsome Slytherin) However, that was the past, not the present, yet he felt he had to make it up to her.
In the last 4 days he'd discovered so much about her, how she loved being caught in the rain - the way the cold water ran down her back (He'd shuddered involuntarily at the mere thought.); how she hated liars and false character and personalities - after being friends with a Slytherin how could you not, a demand for respectable company became a necessity. And how she absolutely despised potter, just as much as him, Potter and his twat of a wife Pansy.
Despite these facts, Draco was also poignant that she would never really be his - he couldn't express the feelings and emotions that she would give him, the relationship would be one way, with Draco receiving her love whilst Ginny gave it with all her heart.
This was why he couldn't let himself fall for her; Draco Malfoy did not love, did not receive love and did not express it. Ginny was too delicate - innocent to be ruined by him. If she became his, then he would destroy her, he'd misuse her, spoil her chaste soul with his treachery and immorality. Ginny didn't belong to that world - to his world. She was fragile glass held by the wobbly hand that was Draco Malfoy.
"Draco? You okay?"
"What? Yes...."
Ginny smiled sweetly and gently kissed his lips, fingering a stray lock of silver hair near her finger as she did so. Draco returned the kiss softly, he couldn't - shouldn't give in to her gentle kiss; he couldn't taint her....... But - she was so sweet, her flavour, her aroma everything that was Ginny. She was like a drug to him, addictive and bittersweet, he needed her pleasing intoxication to be satisfied.
Ginny pulled slowly out of the kiss, placing a tender finger on his warm red lips. She gazed at them, an attentive yet hazy look in her profound brown eyes. "Draco, I think I could probably walk now, can you put me down please." She said still looking at his lips, which at this very moment were grinning provocatively.
"What if I don't want to?" he replied darkly into her lip, evening his eyes into a feline gaze. Ginny pouted playfully and traced the finger down his chin and even further down his neckline until her slender finger disappeared under his shirt. Finally she looked into his eyes, slightly intimidated by his intense prowess gaze. Draco regarded her for a moment; if she was still in his arms then he could do what he wanted with her...... An evil smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, making Ginny eye him suspiciously.
"My, my Ginny your face looks a little flustered, I think you need to cool off." He said silkily, his leer turning into a ridiculed pout. Ginny frowned at the blonde, deeply perplexed by his sudden statement and was about to ask him what on earth he was on about until he broke into a run - towards the water.
Ginny gasped as she realised what he'd meant, the dark endless looking water was coming ever closer and Ginny started to laugh and scream at the same time. "OH NO! DRACO! DRACO MALFOY PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" However, her screams of fear, frustration and laughter were drowned out by Draco's evil cackling as he sprinted rather astonishingly towards the shoreline.
"DRACO DON'T YOU D - " But she didn't have time to finish her sentence as Draco hurled her 10 feet through the air into the icy cold Mediterranean Sea. As soon as the cold water hit her, the hot flush that had over whelmed her body earlier disappeared, and now her body was completely goosepimply from top to toe, the waters arctic temperature taking effect on her body.
Ginny felt her bottom bump the seabed and immediately she placed her feet on the sand, noting how her flip-flops floated tediously out from underneath her to the surface, if he wanted to play, then she'd play with him all right.
Out on the beach, Draco howled in laughter as her flip-flops floated to the surface, followed closely by some sunglasses. He shook his head entertainingly at the spot where small bubbles began to gurgle at the surface, and slowly his laughter dyed down to sniggers .... then short laughs as the bubbles, instead of a beautiful redhead rose to the surface......
He felt his body tense up in trepidation, his eyes frozen to the spot where the flip-flops floated forebodingly, hoping that anytime Ginny's head would pop to the surface..... A sudden wave of alarm and apprehension gripped Draco's heart, and thinking of nothing but the redhead he'd just sent plummeting to her doom, he ran wildly into the small breakers, goggling his eyes at the flip-flops and sunglasses.
"GINN - " he began to shout, but he felt something tug at his leg and pull him under the water, drowning out his cry. His eyes closed in pain as his backside hit the sand - hard. He squinted them open a fraction to see a mass of red and white rush pass him to the surface through the dark murky water. Rage and infuriation welling up inside him, Draco sunk his heavy boots into the soft sand and rose out the water, gasping and spluttering.
He thrashed his arms for a moment, regaining conscious thought, before he stood up to his full height, glaring down menacingly at the wet redhead before him, who was laughing wildly at him. Draco's fists shaking in unmanageable fury, he grabbed her arms tightly bringing a very frightened Ginny towards him. She recoiled as his grey eyes became livid and piercing as they stared into her own.
His pale face started to redden but suddenly he looked down to her chest and smirked wildly, loosening his grip on her arms, the enraged look vanishing instantly from his eyes and face. Ginny frowned at his leering look and then followed his trail of sight.... To her white see through top, which was currently revealing more then it should be. Ginny blushed furiously and tried to take her arms out of Draco's hands to cover herself from his scrutiny, but the Malfoy held them even tighter so she couldn't escape. Ginny tugged again, but he just smirked and held her there for his enjoyment. Although this frightened her slightly she felt so.... thrilled.
Cold and trapped, Ginny had no choice but to stand there whilst Draco raked her wet bodyline appreciatively, taking in the see through top and white underwear visible through her skirt. She bit her lip uncertainly and looked up into his eyes, which were now on hers. She gazed unblinkingly into his eyes, reading the extreme look Draco was giving her like a book. No one could mistake what was shining within those silver orbs - pure unadulterated lust, The same lust Ginny had seen in those piercing eyes down by the lake before -
What followed next was pure animal magnetism controlled by the desire, yearn and instincts that enveloped them both. Draco grabbed Ginny's waist roughly and heaved her effortlessly around his waist whilst kissing her passionately, wet-hot body pressing against wet-hot body. Ginny gasped and kneaded her hands through his wet hair, opening her lips so his tongue could find her own - tasting her pureness.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles, bringing her entire body against his. Draco groaned into his throat as he felt her wet braless chest press against his. He pulled away from her mouth and started sucking savagely on her neck and collarbone, nipping her soft flesh in hunger and yearn for the redhead.
Draco's hands wandered blindly all over her back and through her hair, everywhere he could reach. Ginny groaned quietly as his head wandered lower, pushing her upwards so he could lick her sternum cravingly. He wanted her, he needed her he didn't care about going slow, he didn't care about his father or the fact that he was a murderer or the fact she was forbidden to his body and mind, he just needed Ginny - his drug - his light in the darkness.
Ginny's already wobbly spine turned fully to jelly as he nipped at the soft flesh below her neckline; his passionate kisses were sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body, making her groan and moan his name. She felt Draco hug her closer to his body, turn around and walk back towards the beach; both were anticipating what was coming - it was inevitable. She felt Draco wobble slightly as his waterlogged boots hit the dry sand and he dropped slowly to the ground so she was sitting in his lap, she could feel his 'excitement' as she snuggled into him, wrapping her legs even tighter.
He groaned as a shudder of pleasure went flying up and down his spine as Ginny unbuttoned his soggy wet shirt, rubbing his masculine chest roughly. Draco's mind wandered to the memory that was in his head, indeed history was repeating it's self.
Ginny sighed in ecstasy as Draco trailed his tongue upwards over her steamy breastbone, collarbone and neck up to her lips. She pulled him down onto her, leaning back into the sand, which stuck immediately to her hot sweaty skin and wet hair. Draco grinned into her mouth and lay carefully onto of her, so not to crush the redhead with his immense weight. Whilst he made them both as comfortable as possible, Ginny felt Draco's gentle hands on her back travel downwards onto the back of her skirt and begin to slowly tease it off.
Ginny's hands travelled lower and lower down the blonde's abdomen until she felt the metal buckle of his belt. White, hot pleasure sliced within her as she heard his deep groan rumble through him. Draco smirked smugly into her mouth, having succeeded in peeling off the soaking skirt and he now attempted the white panties underneath.
Nobody had ever made him feel like this, ever. Yeah he'd been with plenty of hot-gorgeous women in the past, but he felt none of the hot-blooded inclination and exhilaration like he did now with Ginny. This seemed much deeper, much closer to the heart; the passion was there, but so was something else - more profound.
Ginny felt his hungering mouth bite her lips tenderly before drifting downwards along her neck and chest, sucking and nipping her delicate flesh as he travelled lower. She opened her eyes slowly and looked to the heavens, a blissful smile plastered on her face. There it was, once again, watching over them was the moon - the suns sister and spy. The bright mistress was watching and protecting them as darkness and light, fire and ice became one once again.
*
"Put me through to him now, I need to speak with him." A dark feminine voice called through the fireplace, ignoring the leering the man gave her.
"He isn't here and won't be back for a couple of days, but..... Maybe 'I' can take care of it?" he added suggestively, flashing his golden eyes over the glass of Ogden's fire whiskey.
"Don't you take a hint? I though that slap I gave you the first time would suffice, bit if you need yet another reminder...."
The man groaned menacingly and scowled his golden eyes at the woman. "Fine. What do you want me to tell him?"
The voice snorted disgustedly at him and rolled her dark eyes. "I would not trust you with such vital information, just tell your cousin that I must speak with him at once when he returns, think you can manage that?"
The golden eyes gleamed with hatred for the woman before he spoke, "I believe so, sure 'I' can't help you?"
The woman rolled her eyes in frustration and disappeared from the fireplace with a pop, leaving the man alone with his whisky and thoughts.
*
"Come here Miss Weasley," a deep husky voice echoed through the manors vast entrance hall. He reached out for the redheaded woman who giggled raunchily and backed slowly along the hall into the living room.
"Why don't you come here Mr Malfoy?" the redhead whispered enticingly, pouting flirtatiously as she gracefully undid the doors behind her. She licked her lips and raised a suggestive eyebrow whilst still backing away into the extremely large living room.
Draco smirked his famous Malfoy leer and slowly prowled after her, staring deeply into her eyes, they'd played this little 'come and get me game' all the way up to the apparation point and on the way up to the manor; Ginny was successfully winning so far, having lured him all the way here.
The blonde evened his eyes provocatively and continued walking towards her, speeding up slightly as the redhead realised she was trapped against the back of a leather sofa. Ginny grinned devilishly and sat on the back of the sofa, crossing her legs, leaning on her hands and tilting her head backwards to reveal her sucked and chewed neck.
Draco came into the dark living space, he noticed a gentle light was shining on Ginny and six more like it were shining on the floor down the room. The blonde turned his head to the right and saw the silver beams of the moon penetrating the glass, illuminating the room with peaceful ambient light. He stood before Ginny and scanned her neck, taking in the patches of redskin and rather large bite marks that he'd planted there earlier.
'God did I really do that?' he asked himself, stroking her skin softly with his fingertips, admiring his work. Ginny gave a obliging smile at the look of awe and wonder on his face; he was concentrating immensely on touching each mark rather lovingly as though it were a delicate flower.
'Wow he seems surprised - and if I'm mistaken, concerned? I wonder why he cares about a couple of love bites so much?' She asked herself, taking her right hand and placing it on top of his gentle probing hand on her neck. Draco's eyes were holding something back, she saw it; something was stirring within him - his eyes were betraying him a lot recently.
"You didn't hurt me Draco." Ginny whispered soothingly, noting how his inquisitive look softened almost immediately. She laced her fingers reassuringly with his and Draco gave a lopsided smile, allowing Ginny to lead him over to the leather sofa.
Draco sat down first and Ginny sat down net to him, snuggling tenderly into his shoulder. He smiled contently at the peacefulness that surrounded them right now and at the special moment they'd shared together; he longed to know how she felt about it. After their last 'moment' Draco had left immediately for the manor without confronting her, something about their moment had affected him badly - he almost swore he was feeling something for her.
Feeling her shuddering because of the cold, Draco placed a protective warm arm around her shoulders to bring her back into his affectionate body. He was about to ask her how she felt about this whole messed up situation when Ginny spoke first.
"Draco, I've just remembered something, you know - about what Blaise mentioned to us." Draco scowled as he heard his ex best friends name being said so casually in a conversation, he wanted more then anything to smash that perfect little ebony head into a thousand pieces for what he'd put them through. He pursed his lips at the mere thought of his 'friend'.
He turned his head to look at hers questioningly, not wanting to open his mouth otherwise he might bite her head off. Ginny looked into Draco's eyes and a small blush crept onto her face as she noticed he was pissed, 'note to self: mention Blaise less in the future.'
"What do you think he meant by 'The dark lord has big plans for her?' I thought Vol-Voldemort was dead."
Draco frowned thoughtfully at the question and stared into the extinguished fireplace, as though the answer was sitting there waving at him. "I don't know Ginny, what ever Blaise meant I'm sure he didn't mean Voldemort, he probably means my fanatical wanker of a father Lucius, he's normally in charge these days. Although - father often did spend a lot of time upstairs, I'd regularly see him wondering down the corridor to a hideous painting kept at the very end, you wouldn't even notice it was there unless you went down there yourself. I went down there once to see what he was up to but all I came across was this really creepy painting, with a hooded man and lots of -"
He glanced downwards to see if the redhead was listening to a word he'd been saying, but found a sleeping siren snuggled into his arm, fast asleep. He couldn't blame her, he'd been babbling. Hooding his eyes tenderly, Draco admired her sleeping form, noting how comfortable and safe she looked lying there next to him. Not seeing the point in disturbing Ginny - he was enjoying being next to her right now, Draco snuggled down into the sofa and prepared him self for a well-earned rest.
*
BANG!
Ginny's eyes flew open as she heard a noise louder then a gun shot go off outside. She blinked groggily, glancing up at Draco's sleeping form to see if he'd shot awake - but being a heavy sleeper, Draco probably wouldn't of heard it.
CRACK!
There was another thunderous noise, it was definitely coming from outside. Deciding to check it out, Ginny Slowly wormed her way out from under Draco's arm - who mumbled something indistinguishable and carried on snoozing. Ginny wanted to go and fetch her wand, but she honestly couldn't remember her way back to it, plus she was too tired.
Sighing resignedly, she rolled her eyes and spotted Draco's long yew wand sticking out of his trouser pocket. Dare she take it? (and please, minds outta gutters people!)
(A/N should I leave it here? No I think I'll be kind and keep on going : )
Frowning mysteriously at the yew wand, she made up her mind - the curious side had got the better of her. Clasping her hand tightly on the end, she gave a small tug and pulled the wand from his pocket, watching his face for any signs of disturbance - thankfully Draco merely sighed deeply and slept on. Now that she had it, something that everybody repeatedly told her crept into her mind. Ginny knew that some wands were faithful to their masters and their masters alone, but something about the warm power it was emitting into her hand told her this wand would listen to her - well at least she hope it would.
Deciding to test the wand first, she muttered a simple 'Lumos' and thankfully the bright beam of light shot out the end, illuminating the dark room like a torch. Gathering her confidence, Ginny walked quietly toward the terrace doors behind her, that led out onto a small patio then out onto the vast garden beyond. She knew it was foolish to venture out alone but she couldn't help it inquisitiveness was clouding her mind.
Grasping the handle she turned it quietly to the left and slowly the door swung out wards, permitting her to the outdoors. The garden looked dark and foreboding until about halfway down, where the Pegasus fountain was lit up brightly with brilliant blue lights. Taking a deep breath Ginny stepped out the door and onto the terrace, scanning the dark for any signs of disturbance.
'Oh well maybe I was - wait what's that over there?' she shone the wand to a bush that stood ten metres away up the dark garden path, it looked like something was protruding from it or hanging from it, what eve it was it didn't look right. Squinting her eyes intriguingly, Ginny grasped the wand tighter with her hand and decided to go and inspect the foliage more thoroughly.
Why she chose to do something as thoughtless as this Ginny did not know, but something about the shrub was feeding her curiosity and she wanted to find out what was in that bush. The path to the fountain was smooth and gravel-less, her footsteps were soundless as she placed each foot on the stone - why did she suddenly have a very uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.
Finally she could see what was hanging in there, it was pink or rather a flesh colour with five little....... Ginny gasped as she realised what she was staring at - a severed hand. She widened her eyes at the mangled piece of flesh and turned to run towards the house. Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned around and ran - right into a solid form.
Ginny bounced backwards onto the hard stone path, which caused a shockwave of pain to run up her back. She found her vision blurred and obscure for a moment as she tried to look at whatever she'd bounced off, but nothing but a big black shape with billowing cape came in to view...... Ginny found herself shaking in terror and incredulity as she stared into the frightening mask of the deatheater - but this deatheater had a navy blue mask that only covered half of the face instead of a white one that hid everything but the eyes.
"Stun her. Alagan will be very pleased with 'this' little find." Snorted the man darkly, his eyes on something behind Ginny. Ginny tried to scream but found no sound came out, instead a sharp pain was aching the back of her head where she'd been struck, the redhead glared back into the dark eyes of the man as she ascended into darkness.
However....before Ginny completely passed out, she heard the cracking of stone, the muffled cry of frightened men, and a body fall to the floor. Then she fell into darkness, where she was to be accosted against her will.
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A/N: Woah cliffie!!!! What happens next.....? You'll have to review and wait to find out! REMEMBER EVERYONE, THIS STORY WILL NOW REMAIN IN THE PG- 13 SECTION UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER! And I promise I'll try to update sooner, I could of done it last week if I hadn't been ill, COLDS SUCK, sniff.
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