*Vocabulary: There is a term in here I don't think most know *classe de mer (Clahss-der-mair). It means 'Class by the sea' in French. Schools in France will sometimes take their students on a mini vacation, they still do homework and classes, but they also have other non-school activities they can do. I'm not sure the English equivalent is though, so I just put it in French.
Ginny was looking up into yellow eyes. Yellow eyes that blinked and then they were brown. She wasn't screaming any more, thanks to his hand over her mouth.
"What the hall are you trying to do? Attract attention?!" Blaise Zabini was holding her on the ground behind the oak tree. "Now are you going to shut up?" Ginny nodded, and he removed his hand. As soon as he'd let her go she smacked him with her right hand and scrambled a few feet away.
"What the hell is wrong with /you/ Blaise?! What are you trying to pull?"
Despite the pain in the side of his head he smiled, and ran a hand through his short black hair "Nothing sorry. I needed to get your attention, maybe if you would answer your damned owls, or at least looked at me during dinner I could have warned you." after a moment he said "I didn't mean to scare you so bad. And if you would have just stayed still you wouldn't have hit your head."
"Oh yes, it must have been all my fault, in fact I'm used to being kidnapped by random men." Then she thought over what he'd said before that, "What owls?"
"Come over here so we don't have to talk so loud." She crawled back over to sit beside him under the tree. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for a while now. You're hard to track down."
"Oh shut it. Tell me, what's going on?"
"The message is, He wants to see you, and soon. I do not know why."
This wasn't good. "Are you sure you don't know his reasons?" Ginny looked him in the eye.
"I'm sure." He answered, not even blinking. She still couldn't trust him fully, but he's never lied to her before.
Ginny looked at the edge of the forbidden forest, almost forgetting she was sitting with some one as she thought out loud. "I wonder what he wants, He hasn't given me enough time for a report." Then she blushed. What did he usually want if there was no business to be settled. It wasn't a question.
Blaise put an arm around her, "Hey, don't worry. It'll be fine. Probably some news you missed last time. I just recently got called." His arm tightened around her for a moment. She leaned into him, thankful for the warmth.
"I guess so, but I'd hate to wear the crystal. I wear it for most of the day now, and it drains me just to carry it around."
Blaise shrugged, "Better than a mark."
She'd forgotten about that. That the crystal, for all intents and purposes could replace the Dark Mark. He wasn't lucky enough to have gotten a crystal.
She looked up at him, "I'm sorry. I sometimes forget how fortunate I am for them to be making all these allowances for me."
He rested his head against hers and sighed, "You spoiled brat."
Ginny laughed a bit. She liked having Blaise as a second contact, some one working for her boss and giving her information when he was told. And there was definitely nothing between them, they'd been working together for years. And although their relationship started out difficult they found a way to work around their differences and later on became friends. Not like she needed any more brothers, but this closeness was definitely sibling like.
It was something completely newto him because he never had a sister he was close to. Katia Zabini was 14 and an absolute spoiled wretch, he hated her with a passion and would rather have Ginny be his sister.
But their closeness and all peace around them was shattered when some one yelled, "What the bloody hell is going on here?!"
Ginny looked up with wide eyes, "oops."
*
Draco was almost to her favorite spot. He didn't see any one by the tree at first, so walked round and almost couldn't believe his eyes. And then /he/ had to come along…
*
H-Harry! What are you doing here? I mean now. I mean, were you looking for me? Good, lets go." Ginny jumped up and grabbed his arm trying to pull him away.
But his eyes were on Blaise.
She should have known that pathetic 'plan' wouldn't have worked.
"What are you doing here with /him/ Ginny?" Harry was actually glaring at her now. But then looked back to see Blaise giving a lazy smile.
"What did it look like we were doing Potter?"
"Blaise, don't start anything." She warned.
Harry turned back to Virginia and grabbed her arm, "What is that suppose to mean? What does he mean?!"
Blaise stood up, his eyes were turning yellow again and he was no longer smiling. That only happened when his emotions were running high. He was pissed off, or up-set in some way.
"Let go of her." Blaise growled.
Harry ignored him, "Ginny come on, you have to leave."
"What? Why? Harry, you're being irrational!" then an odd thought struck her, "How did you know where I was any way? No one ever comes over here."
'Was he following her?'
"I saw Malfoy walk over here, I wanted to know what he was up to."
'Oh good, he wasn't stalking /me/ he was stalking /Draco/. I should have guessed…'
She was about to answer but- "Wait, Draco? He didn't come over here, we would have seen him."
There was a beat of silence where every one seemed to pause and think about this.
"No actually you didn't see me." Came a low voice. Even Blaise jumped a bit.
'I hate it when he does that…' she thought.
But no one could really react to Draco yet, as Blaise came up to Harry and grabbed the hand that was tightly holding Ginny. Adding pressure to his wrist, he said once again "Let her go."
All Harry could think was 'ouch', so he let go.
Ginny stepped away immediately, edging towards Draco. But he gave her a look that definitely said 'Stay away from me'. So she did.
"Heh…fancy meeting all of you here…quite a popular spot I suppose…" Well, what should she do now? Run?
Draco was leaning against the tree, Blaise was glaring at Harry, Harry was glaring at Blaise.
She would have to wing it.
"Harry? Why don't we go, I'm sure it was all just a mistake, a mix-up. Let's go." Her voice was pleading, almost pathetic.
Blaise looked about ready to start yelling, but then remembered what they had at stake.
"Get lost Potter, and take your little bitch with you." He walked away toward Draco.
Whether Harry was going to object to being dismissed, or the comment about Ginny, they would never know.
She tugged on his arm before he could say anything, "Come on, let's go…Please?" She pouted, and looked about ready to cry. Harry's expression softened immediately and said quietly "Alright."
With one last glare to both the Slytherins he turned around to walk away, with one arm on her lower back and Ginny leaning against him.
Blaise muttered, "God she's manipulative at times…"
*
Draco was utterly confused.
'What the fuck just happened?' Zabini was sticking up for little Weasel. Pot Head was acting not just over protective, but also jealous. And the one fact that creeped him out the most was, 'Potter was following me?! I wonder how many nights he's been there when I was out…' Draco got this uncharacteristic feeling of wanting to shiver. That thought was just plain disgusting, as what Draco did with girls on his nights out he didn't want anyone, let alone Potter, to be an audience to it.
But right now he had better things to think about, like what was going on.
"Zabini, what the hell were you doing?!"
He was angry for some reason, and it could be heard in his voice. Blaise looked up from the ground quickly, his eyes were not totally yellow but you could still see a yellow ring around the pupil. Draco knew this meant he was up-set…something, once again, wasn't right.
'Am I the only one out of the loop here?' Draco wanted to know exactly what was going on. And he didn't care what he had to do to get a hold on that information. Blaise was as good of friend as he could have, but that also meant he knew what his weaknesses were…
"What do you mean?"
"You damn well know what I mean. What were you doing with Ginny?"
Blaise raised an eyebrow, "/Ginny/?"
'Did he just say that?' This some how pissed him off more than he was already, you could see the smoldering anger in his eyes. "Yes, the girl. Did you miss her some how? I don't see how you could have with you being practically on top of her. Or did you forget so quickly?"
He didn't answer right away, instead he took out a cigarette, "Cig?" he handed Draco one.
He snatched it out of Blaises' hand; "Answer the god damn question."
Both lit up with their wands. And Blaise finally spoke, "We weren't doing anything."
"Bullshit."
"It's not bullshit. It's the /truth/. I came out here to think, and she was already here. I told her to scram, she wouldn't. I thought if I sat near her she would leave, she didn't. All right? That was it." Blaise ran a hand through his hair again.
'Damn that Malfoy, he was to smart for his own good. He would have made a better piece than a pawn.'
But he had to react the way he did with Ginny, he wasn't just her contact, he was there to protect her from everything. Including things as minor as green-eyed-manhandling-bastards.
"I think your lying. Why is it that every one around here is conspiring with that girl, and I know nothing of it?!"
"Why do you care?"
Draco was silent for a second. He didn't bloody know /why/.
"I don't know what you're doing Zabini, but stay the hell away from her." Ok, there's a hint. Blaise recognized that 'predator tone', and he knew exactly what was going on now. Yes he could take care of this situation, close it nicely, and also help Gin along.
Blaise took a drag on his cigarette, and exhaled. "She's not a virgin you know. I don't know why you're make a big deal over a cum slut li-"
He would never again slam Ginny against a tree, it hurt like fucking hell. He would know because that's exactly what Draco did. Dropped his ciggy, lifted him by the collar and slammed him into the bloody tree. And to emphasize his point he shoved his head back into the bark one more time. Blaise felt like he was on a merry-go-round, if he knew what one of those was in the first place.
Draco threatened him through gritted teeth, "I wasn't asking for fucking details, I /told/ you to stay away from her, and you /will/." Draco slammed his head into the tree one more time, "Do you understand?"
Blaise growled slightly, and Draco laughed. "What are you going to do Zabini? Turn into a werewolf on me?" his eyes were changing again, and his teeth growing sharper. "Do it and die. Don't /even/ snap at me or I'll have you locked up where you belong. Although why would they even want to care for a filthy flea bag like you is beyond me…they might just take you out back and shoot your half-breed ass." Yes, he was his friend and he knew /exactly/ what hurt him the most.
Blaise stopped snarling for a moment, and took on a kind of 'kicked puppy look'. He couldn't believe Draco would stoop that low…actually, yes he could.
"You'll never have her Draco, never as many ways as I've had had her. A real wildcat in bed you kno-"
Another connection was made between Balises' skull and the tree. This time he was seeing spots. And his vision was kind of fading out, then coming back again, brighter.
"What's your answer?"
He blinked a few times, and focussed best he could on Draco's face, "Alright. Fine. I'll stay away from your bloody sharon." He wanted to piss him off a bit more just to see how far he'd go. But he didn't think he could talk any more, let alone handle Draco's attention at the moment.
"Good." Draco ran his thumb across the other boys' cheek slowly, a reminder of times that seemed to be centuries away now, and leaned his body against him, his cheek brushing against Blaises', "Don't make me warn you again Zabini." Draco lingered for a second, lips brushing against his ear. Then he straightened his robes and left.
Mean while Blaise slid down the tree and sat on some roots thinking about what had happened. Why did he bring up what had happened almost a year ago? He ran his hands through his hair, a frequent habit, and it came back with blood on it. But that didn't matter now, he planted what was needed.
*
"You never really told me what you were doing there you know."
Harry and Virginia were sitting in the Great Hall surrounded by students doing their homework. Ron and Hermione have yet to be seen, and so it was the perfect place to talk.
Ginny took a sip of her tea, then answered with the best lie she'd come up with on their way here, "I'm sorry, I was just a bit distracted is all."
"Oh, no worries, really…I just…" Harry gave a frustrated sigh "Blaise /Zabini/?!" the last bit of his little statement came out in a disapproving hiss.
She actually blushed as she was thinking about what it must have looked like, "Harry, it wasn't like that, at all. I swear. I just went out there to think, Bla- well, /he/ came out a little bit later and was bothering me." He looked like he was about to get angry again "No! Not like that. I mean…pestering me. Just little things that I ignored. So he just sat down and kept on irritating me until you came along."
She took another sip of her tea, "And that was it. You came just in time to see me try and hit him, and he ducked. Nothing was happening."
Harry looked at her for a moment, then answered slowly while giving her shoulder a small squeeze "Alright. As long as your ok."
She smiled, "Never better really." Then biting her lip she asked, "You aren't going to tell Ron are you? I wouldn't be let out of his sight for weeks if you did."
He looked as if he was thinking it over.
'No! no no no, damn-it Potter! Don't be all noble, please don't! ok Gin, think, think….give him the puppy eyes. Ok working…hmmm, try putting your hand on his knee…'
That did the trick.
"Sure Gin, I know Ron can be a bit protective, but I don't think this was anything to worry about. This was the first time he's bothered you, /right/?"
"Right, you don't have to worry about me." It took her a second to realize his hand was over hers. Flashbacks of the Christmas holiday before last flooded her mind, and she knew she had to get away.
Giving him a forced smile she stated a quick excuse while standing up and turning away, "Thank you Harry for escorting me, but I need to do some homework with Ella. I was suppose to meet her 10 minutes ago, I must hurry. Talk to you later."
Before he could even get a word in she was almost out of the Great Hall.
He mumbled "Uh, sure Gin."
She didn't hear him.
But a pair of cold eyes watched every second of it.
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She didn't have her school bag with her so she had to run up to the 6th years' girl dormitories and write the note. Grabbing some parchment, and nicking an inkbottle from a roommate, she set to work. But after that episode how the hell should she word things?
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Dear Draco
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Ginny scratched that out, then ripped it up.
'No dear, he hates that.'
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Draco
Were you looking for me today?
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Another piece of parchment scratched out and ripped. Why were things different? Ginny sighed, things were becoming more 'different' every time she met with him. And decisions of loyalties were pounding in her head.
'Don't think of it now, just write the sodding letter.'
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October 6
Meet me tonight in the old classroom.
You know where I mean, and you know the time.
Do not be late tonight, we need to talk.
-Virginia
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'Perfect'
She jumped up and sped off toward the owlry, hopefully he'd go back to his dorm room and see this before then.
*
'Was he right?' Draco was pacing in his room thinking about the earlier confrontation. Some how he felt a bit weary after treating Zabini like that.
'I should have broken something. Nothing like saying something is final with a crack of a broken bone.' His thoughts then, and unwillingly, drifted to his father. Yes, if he learned one thing from his father it's to make others fear you.
There was a tapping at the window, and Draco looked to see what it was. It was just a school owl so he let it in and retrieved the letter tied to its leg. Then roughly threw the winged rat out the window, it wasn't really his concern whether it recovered in time to fly or not. And he ignored the small thud from out side the window a few moments later.
He read the note carefully; she seemed apprehensive about something. Usually her notes were carefree "ha ha I'm laughing at you and you can't do anything about it" kind of notes. This was…more professional. He should be rejoicing right now as this was proof that she'd finally grown up some.
He didn't want to think about this any more…shoving any and all feelings away he started to write a small note back saying he'd be there…and also a snippety comment about how Malfoys were /never/ late.
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"This is a bit of an odd place, don't you think?" Draco looked around the room with distaste.
Ginny shrugged, "I don't feel like going out side, it's getting colder now, especially at night." He nodded, agreeing.
It was an old classroom, which hadn't been used in years, but she spread out a blanket on a cluster of desks and lit a few candles, as there was no natural light from outside. "There, much better. Now do I have to ask, or are we familiar with the routine by now?"
Draco, in his permanent state of annoyance, turned to give her a look. "Will we talk after?"
"Yes we can talk after, but I need to listen right now not talk." She looked so tired to him, almost like she was drained or something.
"I know what to do." Referring to her earlier question. He moved to sit on the other side of the room, then by her as he inspected the state of the sitting area, and sat down. "But I want to know something first."
Ginny nodded.
"Why me? Plenty of people have nightmares, why are you asking this of me?"
She didn't really need to even think on that response, she knew he was going to ask, and so she answered.
"Because no one in this castle has dreams as life based or as violent as yours, and not every single night."
Hmm, so no wild sex and chocolate for him….with /her/ any way.
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Silence grew between Lucius and Draco while they were sitting inside of Lucius study. Draco just arrived coming home for the Christmas break and the first thing his father ordered him to do was to join him in his study. Draco hadn't seen his mother since the beginning of the last summer break, some how she was conveniently out of town leaving him alone with his father as much as possible. Draco wondered if she knew of all that was going on, and he wasn't just talking about the beatings.
"Give me your intermediate report. I expect it is complete so far."
"Yes father." Draco took the folded pieces of parchment out of his bag and handed it over. Then he sat down in the leather chair in front of the large wooden desk, waiting motionless for his father to finish his reading.
Finally Lucius folded the parchment without saying a single word and looked up. Draco squirmed nervously under Lucius cold gaze, he never did like it when he looked at him directly.
He knew something has happened but he didn't know what. All he was sure about was the anger radiating from his father. He could feel it and Draco swallowed hard knowing Lucius was angry with him for some reason.
"I'm pleased to see that your marks are adequate Draco." Draco flinched at the harsh tone his father used. Now he knew for sure something was wrong. "And you won your last Quidditch-Match. Very good."
His father's silky voice became colder and colder by every word and Draco swallowed hard desperately trying to suppress the fear he felt rising inside.
"I received a letter from Mr. Zabini this morning."
'Now we get to the point.' Draco intertwined his hands nervously, then stopped as his fathers' eyes followed the movement.
'Do not fidget' he told him self, 'Do not draw attention in any way.'
"His daughter told him to break off your engagement." Lucius' raised his voice. Unsaid threats most definitely were laced with those words. Draco stood for a moment and walk toward the desk, trying to think of something, anything. Then he saw the look in his fathers' eyes and backed away involuntarily.
"I always knew you were a thick headed fool but at last your stupidity makes me question your loyalty, do you not wish to contribute to the cause?! Are you not with us?!" He grabbed an ashtray off his desk and threw it at one of the glass-covered bookcases. The glass shattered but immediately replaced it's self. His mother had learned to place that charm in Lucius' office a while ago.
"I don't know..." Draco trailed of. His father slid something across the desk so he could reach it. a piece of paper, no- a picture. He looked at the photograph in his hands and paled visibly. He saw himself and Blaise Zabini, his only real friend, but they were in a bit of a compromising position. This was taken at a time when Draco would have gone to bed with any one, it's what he did, it was what his father taught him to do. Obviously, he knew now that, this was wrong.
"Katia is crazy! It's not like it seems! There's nothing between Blaise and I! We were only…celebrating our victory from the Quiditch-Match!" Draco tried to defend himself but Lucius was far beyond the point of listening. He went around his desk in one swift movement and grabbed his sons' hair, pulling roughly on the soft strands and jerked the boy toward him, keeping him off balance.
"You reckless fool! Have I taught you nothing? How can you even /think/ about ruining an agreement we've made before you even were born?"
"I don't love her father! I'm glad she broke up with me before I broke up with her! She's practically a child, and she still will be when we are to be married!" Draco for once in his lifetime yelled back at his father regretting his outburst immediately. He gritted his teeth.
The first blow almost knocked him out. Unfortunately he stayed conscious. His eyes were brimming in tears but he refused to show his pain. Don't show him how weak you are. Don't let him see how deeply he wounds you.
"Who said anything about 'love'? Do you think I loved your mother? Katia Zabini was a good match, I do not care about her age! You have spoiled my plans for your future and I'll make you regret it!"
The second blow threw him against the wall and Draco saw nothing. His vision blurred in a mixture of red and white until his father slapped him across his face bringing him back to reality.
Lucius walked toward him, looking him over with hungry eyes. That look…that look always meant one thing. 'No, please no. Not again.'
"You have stolen from me Draco, and if it is one thing I cannot stand it is a thief. Never forget that you are mine, your body belongs to me, and you will give it to no one else." Lucius ran his hands over Draco, making his body react against his own will to respond to this man, "You will never again let someone touch what's mine." His eyes were glittering in a frightening fire of madness.
"Get on your knees boy." As Draco didn't obey immediately he clutched at his hair, dragging him to kneel in front of him. The pain was so sharp and unexpected that the boy yelped, and again Lucius' fist reduced him to silence.
"How often have I told you to keep your mouth shut? Now I will show you how to put it to some real use. I'll give your mouth a better purpose than screaming!" With a cruel smile he clenched his fingers around Draco's chin, forcing his lips apart, while with his other hand he opened his slacks.
"Such a talented mouth you have…" He drove his member deep in Draco's throat making the boy gag and struggle. His hips bucked forward and soon he was rooted to the hilt inside his son's mouth.
Without allowing Draco to get used to the new situation he slowly moved back and plunged forward again. Soon he was fucking his son's mouth in harsh thrusts lost in the indescribable feeling of gliding through the wet heat surrounding him.
Losing consciousness would be a mercy but Draco knew his father wouldn't let him. He moved his hands up to the mans thighs to get a better balance, not wanting to choke or be kept up by the grip on his hair. Then he forced his eyes open and answered the look of his father's eyes.
The man let his head fall back in deep-felt pleasure, smiling contently, "Yes...so good...ah…you like this don't you?" and with a voluptuous sigh he came spurting his seed into Draco's throat. He saw the boy struggling and withdrew quickly. He pressed his hand over Draco's mouth.
"Swallow!" he ordered coldly. Coughing and choking the boy obeyed his command. In his mouth he tasted a mixture of blood and semen that made him feel like vomiting. But last time he spit out his fathers cum he was knocked to the ground and forced to lick it up, it was easier this way. Better, he supposed, to just obey him.
Lucius, buttoning his trousers, returned to his desk as if nothing had happened. "Go to your room. I will join you later. This is not finished."
Draco stumbled to his feet and fled.
Lucius found what he was looking for by his desk, he grabbed the belt and leisurely walked up to his sons' room.
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They were both silent for a second. Ginny lying on her back, gently swinging her feet over the side, but near the end of his 'story' she had stilled. And Draco sitting next to her, his knees were brought up to his chest. He felt like he was freaking out. Like he had to get some where, away from people. And he knew exactly why. It was because this nightmare was too similar to what had happened on another night, the night he swears he died. The dream he just told was nothing compared to what he felt when he had a dream about /that/ night.
And his sub-conscience, now reminded of the first time he gave willingly, would no doubt repeat it for a week or so. It always did that. There wouldn't even be a small bit of napping for him now, he didn't want to close his eyes.
Draco felt small hands on his shoulders, and warmth as Ginny leaned into him. She gave him this half-hug and kissed his shoulder blade. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm so sorry I make you repeat this." Another kiss, and then the warmth was gone.
She got off the desks and walked around for a second.
"We still need to talk…" she wouldn't look at him.
"What were you doing with Blaise?"
'Well, gee Draco, just jump right in why don't you?'
"Nothing, he was just bothering me. He wanted me to leave, and I didn't want to go, I was there first any way." Ginny crossed her arms in front of her chest and put on an annoyed look.
This seemed genuine to him and he didn't question any further, wanting to seem uninterested, just curious.
"Goddess, that was such an awkward moment wasn't it? First Blaise then Harry then you…I thought I was going to have a heart attack." She laughed a bit at the situation, which now that she looked back on it, seemed funny.
"I guess so, sounds like it came out of a comic or something. You should have seen your face though." He was laughing now "I though you were going to bolt for the nearest clearing."
"I thought about it…speaking of odd situations: how weird is it that Harry seemingly follows you around?" She was trying not to laugh, but she couldn't help it.
Draco, who was still sitting on the desks, leaned back and looked at the ceiling, "I don't even want to /think/ about it." But he was chuckling any way.
Now that the atmosphere was a bit more comfortable she sat back down next to him.
"Are you going to *classe de mer? I wanted to ask you earlier, but I never got around to it."
"Yes, actually I am. I never did like it in my sixth year, but I hear we're going some where different."
"Mmm, hmm. That we are. But more importantly we need to find a way to see each other."
Draco looked at her oddly. And she knew what he was thinking, "Don't look at me like that you dolt! Just because we aren't at Hogwarts doesn't mean I don't need you to tell me your dreams anymore."
"Ah, ok I see what you're saying. You had me worried there for a second."
"Prat."
All questions about the mangled book, and different story left his mind.
(A/N): Once again a thanx to Leya! (user id=203527)
This chapter is dedicated to Luinthoron: THANK YOU for being there through all my stories, for sticking with me even though the beginnings did suck :op and always reviewing. So just for you I wrote 12 pages.
-Wind and Ashes
Ginny was looking up into yellow eyes. Yellow eyes that blinked and then they were brown. She wasn't screaming any more, thanks to his hand over her mouth.
"What the hall are you trying to do? Attract attention?!" Blaise Zabini was holding her on the ground behind the oak tree. "Now are you going to shut up?" Ginny nodded, and he removed his hand. As soon as he'd let her go she smacked him with her right hand and scrambled a few feet away.
"What the hell is wrong with /you/ Blaise?! What are you trying to pull?"
Despite the pain in the side of his head he smiled, and ran a hand through his short black hair "Nothing sorry. I needed to get your attention, maybe if you would answer your damned owls, or at least looked at me during dinner I could have warned you." after a moment he said "I didn't mean to scare you so bad. And if you would have just stayed still you wouldn't have hit your head."
"Oh yes, it must have been all my fault, in fact I'm used to being kidnapped by random men." Then she thought over what he'd said before that, "What owls?"
"Come over here so we don't have to talk so loud." She crawled back over to sit beside him under the tree. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for a while now. You're hard to track down."
"Oh shut it. Tell me, what's going on?"
"The message is, He wants to see you, and soon. I do not know why."
This wasn't good. "Are you sure you don't know his reasons?" Ginny looked him in the eye.
"I'm sure." He answered, not even blinking. She still couldn't trust him fully, but he's never lied to her before.
Ginny looked at the edge of the forbidden forest, almost forgetting she was sitting with some one as she thought out loud. "I wonder what he wants, He hasn't given me enough time for a report." Then she blushed. What did he usually want if there was no business to be settled. It wasn't a question.
Blaise put an arm around her, "Hey, don't worry. It'll be fine. Probably some news you missed last time. I just recently got called." His arm tightened around her for a moment. She leaned into him, thankful for the warmth.
"I guess so, but I'd hate to wear the crystal. I wear it for most of the day now, and it drains me just to carry it around."
Blaise shrugged, "Better than a mark."
She'd forgotten about that. That the crystal, for all intents and purposes could replace the Dark Mark. He wasn't lucky enough to have gotten a crystal.
She looked up at him, "I'm sorry. I sometimes forget how fortunate I am for them to be making all these allowances for me."
He rested his head against hers and sighed, "You spoiled brat."
Ginny laughed a bit. She liked having Blaise as a second contact, some one working for her boss and giving her information when he was told. And there was definitely nothing between them, they'd been working together for years. And although their relationship started out difficult they found a way to work around their differences and later on became friends. Not like she needed any more brothers, but this closeness was definitely sibling like.
It was something completely newto him because he never had a sister he was close to. Katia Zabini was 14 and an absolute spoiled wretch, he hated her with a passion and would rather have Ginny be his sister.
But their closeness and all peace around them was shattered when some one yelled, "What the bloody hell is going on here?!"
Ginny looked up with wide eyes, "oops."
*
Draco was almost to her favorite spot. He didn't see any one by the tree at first, so walked round and almost couldn't believe his eyes. And then /he/ had to come along…
*
H-Harry! What are you doing here? I mean now. I mean, were you looking for me? Good, lets go." Ginny jumped up and grabbed his arm trying to pull him away.
But his eyes were on Blaise.
She should have known that pathetic 'plan' wouldn't have worked.
"What are you doing here with /him/ Ginny?" Harry was actually glaring at her now. But then looked back to see Blaise giving a lazy smile.
"What did it look like we were doing Potter?"
"Blaise, don't start anything." She warned.
Harry turned back to Virginia and grabbed her arm, "What is that suppose to mean? What does he mean?!"
Blaise stood up, his eyes were turning yellow again and he was no longer smiling. That only happened when his emotions were running high. He was pissed off, or up-set in some way.
"Let go of her." Blaise growled.
Harry ignored him, "Ginny come on, you have to leave."
"What? Why? Harry, you're being irrational!" then an odd thought struck her, "How did you know where I was any way? No one ever comes over here."
'Was he following her?'
"I saw Malfoy walk over here, I wanted to know what he was up to."
'Oh good, he wasn't stalking /me/ he was stalking /Draco/. I should have guessed…'
She was about to answer but- "Wait, Draco? He didn't come over here, we would have seen him."
There was a beat of silence where every one seemed to pause and think about this.
"No actually you didn't see me." Came a low voice. Even Blaise jumped a bit.
'I hate it when he does that…' she thought.
But no one could really react to Draco yet, as Blaise came up to Harry and grabbed the hand that was tightly holding Ginny. Adding pressure to his wrist, he said once again "Let her go."
All Harry could think was 'ouch', so he let go.
Ginny stepped away immediately, edging towards Draco. But he gave her a look that definitely said 'Stay away from me'. So she did.
"Heh…fancy meeting all of you here…quite a popular spot I suppose…" Well, what should she do now? Run?
Draco was leaning against the tree, Blaise was glaring at Harry, Harry was glaring at Blaise.
She would have to wing it.
"Harry? Why don't we go, I'm sure it was all just a mistake, a mix-up. Let's go." Her voice was pleading, almost pathetic.
Blaise looked about ready to start yelling, but then remembered what they had at stake.
"Get lost Potter, and take your little bitch with you." He walked away toward Draco.
Whether Harry was going to object to being dismissed, or the comment about Ginny, they would never know.
She tugged on his arm before he could say anything, "Come on, let's go…Please?" She pouted, and looked about ready to cry. Harry's expression softened immediately and said quietly "Alright."
With one last glare to both the Slytherins he turned around to walk away, with one arm on her lower back and Ginny leaning against him.
Blaise muttered, "God she's manipulative at times…"
*
Draco was utterly confused.
'What the fuck just happened?' Zabini was sticking up for little Weasel. Pot Head was acting not just over protective, but also jealous. And the one fact that creeped him out the most was, 'Potter was following me?! I wonder how many nights he's been there when I was out…' Draco got this uncharacteristic feeling of wanting to shiver. That thought was just plain disgusting, as what Draco did with girls on his nights out he didn't want anyone, let alone Potter, to be an audience to it.
But right now he had better things to think about, like what was going on.
"Zabini, what the hell were you doing?!"
He was angry for some reason, and it could be heard in his voice. Blaise looked up from the ground quickly, his eyes were not totally yellow but you could still see a yellow ring around the pupil. Draco knew this meant he was up-set…something, once again, wasn't right.
'Am I the only one out of the loop here?' Draco wanted to know exactly what was going on. And he didn't care what he had to do to get a hold on that information. Blaise was as good of friend as he could have, but that also meant he knew what his weaknesses were…
"What do you mean?"
"You damn well know what I mean. What were you doing with Ginny?"
Blaise raised an eyebrow, "/Ginny/?"
'Did he just say that?' This some how pissed him off more than he was already, you could see the smoldering anger in his eyes. "Yes, the girl. Did you miss her some how? I don't see how you could have with you being practically on top of her. Or did you forget so quickly?"
He didn't answer right away, instead he took out a cigarette, "Cig?" he handed Draco one.
He snatched it out of Blaises' hand; "Answer the god damn question."
Both lit up with their wands. And Blaise finally spoke, "We weren't doing anything."
"Bullshit."
"It's not bullshit. It's the /truth/. I came out here to think, and she was already here. I told her to scram, she wouldn't. I thought if I sat near her she would leave, she didn't. All right? That was it." Blaise ran a hand through his hair again.
'Damn that Malfoy, he was to smart for his own good. He would have made a better piece than a pawn.'
But he had to react the way he did with Ginny, he wasn't just her contact, he was there to protect her from everything. Including things as minor as green-eyed-manhandling-bastards.
"I think your lying. Why is it that every one around here is conspiring with that girl, and I know nothing of it?!"
"Why do you care?"
Draco was silent for a second. He didn't bloody know /why/.
"I don't know what you're doing Zabini, but stay the hell away from her." Ok, there's a hint. Blaise recognized that 'predator tone', and he knew exactly what was going on now. Yes he could take care of this situation, close it nicely, and also help Gin along.
Blaise took a drag on his cigarette, and exhaled. "She's not a virgin you know. I don't know why you're make a big deal over a cum slut li-"
He would never again slam Ginny against a tree, it hurt like fucking hell. He would know because that's exactly what Draco did. Dropped his ciggy, lifted him by the collar and slammed him into the bloody tree. And to emphasize his point he shoved his head back into the bark one more time. Blaise felt like he was on a merry-go-round, if he knew what one of those was in the first place.
Draco threatened him through gritted teeth, "I wasn't asking for fucking details, I /told/ you to stay away from her, and you /will/." Draco slammed his head into the tree one more time, "Do you understand?"
Blaise growled slightly, and Draco laughed. "What are you going to do Zabini? Turn into a werewolf on me?" his eyes were changing again, and his teeth growing sharper. "Do it and die. Don't /even/ snap at me or I'll have you locked up where you belong. Although why would they even want to care for a filthy flea bag like you is beyond me…they might just take you out back and shoot your half-breed ass." Yes, he was his friend and he knew /exactly/ what hurt him the most.
Blaise stopped snarling for a moment, and took on a kind of 'kicked puppy look'. He couldn't believe Draco would stoop that low…actually, yes he could.
"You'll never have her Draco, never as many ways as I've had had her. A real wildcat in bed you kno-"
Another connection was made between Balises' skull and the tree. This time he was seeing spots. And his vision was kind of fading out, then coming back again, brighter.
"What's your answer?"
He blinked a few times, and focussed best he could on Draco's face, "Alright. Fine. I'll stay away from your bloody sharon." He wanted to piss him off a bit more just to see how far he'd go. But he didn't think he could talk any more, let alone handle Draco's attention at the moment.
"Good." Draco ran his thumb across the other boys' cheek slowly, a reminder of times that seemed to be centuries away now, and leaned his body against him, his cheek brushing against Blaises', "Don't make me warn you again Zabini." Draco lingered for a second, lips brushing against his ear. Then he straightened his robes and left.
Mean while Blaise slid down the tree and sat on some roots thinking about what had happened. Why did he bring up what had happened almost a year ago? He ran his hands through his hair, a frequent habit, and it came back with blood on it. But that didn't matter now, he planted what was needed.
*
"You never really told me what you were doing there you know."
Harry and Virginia were sitting in the Great Hall surrounded by students doing their homework. Ron and Hermione have yet to be seen, and so it was the perfect place to talk.
Ginny took a sip of her tea, then answered with the best lie she'd come up with on their way here, "I'm sorry, I was just a bit distracted is all."
"Oh, no worries, really…I just…" Harry gave a frustrated sigh "Blaise /Zabini/?!" the last bit of his little statement came out in a disapproving hiss.
She actually blushed as she was thinking about what it must have looked like, "Harry, it wasn't like that, at all. I swear. I just went out there to think, Bla- well, /he/ came out a little bit later and was bothering me." He looked like he was about to get angry again "No! Not like that. I mean…pestering me. Just little things that I ignored. So he just sat down and kept on irritating me until you came along."
She took another sip of her tea, "And that was it. You came just in time to see me try and hit him, and he ducked. Nothing was happening."
Harry looked at her for a moment, then answered slowly while giving her shoulder a small squeeze "Alright. As long as your ok."
She smiled, "Never better really." Then biting her lip she asked, "You aren't going to tell Ron are you? I wouldn't be let out of his sight for weeks if you did."
He looked as if he was thinking it over.
'No! no no no, damn-it Potter! Don't be all noble, please don't! ok Gin, think, think….give him the puppy eyes. Ok working…hmmm, try putting your hand on his knee…'
That did the trick.
"Sure Gin, I know Ron can be a bit protective, but I don't think this was anything to worry about. This was the first time he's bothered you, /right/?"
"Right, you don't have to worry about me." It took her a second to realize his hand was over hers. Flashbacks of the Christmas holiday before last flooded her mind, and she knew she had to get away.
Giving him a forced smile she stated a quick excuse while standing up and turning away, "Thank you Harry for escorting me, but I need to do some homework with Ella. I was suppose to meet her 10 minutes ago, I must hurry. Talk to you later."
Before he could even get a word in she was almost out of the Great Hall.
He mumbled "Uh, sure Gin."
She didn't hear him.
But a pair of cold eyes watched every second of it.
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She didn't have her school bag with her so she had to run up to the 6th years' girl dormitories and write the note. Grabbing some parchment, and nicking an inkbottle from a roommate, she set to work. But after that episode how the hell should she word things?
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Dear Draco
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Ginny scratched that out, then ripped it up.
'No dear, he hates that.'
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Draco
Were you looking for me today?
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Another piece of parchment scratched out and ripped. Why were things different? Ginny sighed, things were becoming more 'different' every time she met with him. And decisions of loyalties were pounding in her head.
'Don't think of it now, just write the sodding letter.'
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October 6
Meet me tonight in the old classroom.
You know where I mean, and you know the time.
Do not be late tonight, we need to talk.
-Virginia
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'Perfect'
She jumped up and sped off toward the owlry, hopefully he'd go back to his dorm room and see this before then.
*
'Was he right?' Draco was pacing in his room thinking about the earlier confrontation. Some how he felt a bit weary after treating Zabini like that.
'I should have broken something. Nothing like saying something is final with a crack of a broken bone.' His thoughts then, and unwillingly, drifted to his father. Yes, if he learned one thing from his father it's to make others fear you.
There was a tapping at the window, and Draco looked to see what it was. It was just a school owl so he let it in and retrieved the letter tied to its leg. Then roughly threw the winged rat out the window, it wasn't really his concern whether it recovered in time to fly or not. And he ignored the small thud from out side the window a few moments later.
He read the note carefully; she seemed apprehensive about something. Usually her notes were carefree "ha ha I'm laughing at you and you can't do anything about it" kind of notes. This was…more professional. He should be rejoicing right now as this was proof that she'd finally grown up some.
He didn't want to think about this any more…shoving any and all feelings away he started to write a small note back saying he'd be there…and also a snippety comment about how Malfoys were /never/ late.
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"This is a bit of an odd place, don't you think?" Draco looked around the room with distaste.
Ginny shrugged, "I don't feel like going out side, it's getting colder now, especially at night." He nodded, agreeing.
It was an old classroom, which hadn't been used in years, but she spread out a blanket on a cluster of desks and lit a few candles, as there was no natural light from outside. "There, much better. Now do I have to ask, or are we familiar with the routine by now?"
Draco, in his permanent state of annoyance, turned to give her a look. "Will we talk after?"
"Yes we can talk after, but I need to listen right now not talk." She looked so tired to him, almost like she was drained or something.
"I know what to do." Referring to her earlier question. He moved to sit on the other side of the room, then by her as he inspected the state of the sitting area, and sat down. "But I want to know something first."
Ginny nodded.
"Why me? Plenty of people have nightmares, why are you asking this of me?"
She didn't really need to even think on that response, she knew he was going to ask, and so she answered.
"Because no one in this castle has dreams as life based or as violent as yours, and not every single night."
Hmm, so no wild sex and chocolate for him….with /her/ any way.
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Silence grew between Lucius and Draco while they were sitting inside of Lucius study. Draco just arrived coming home for the Christmas break and the first thing his father ordered him to do was to join him in his study. Draco hadn't seen his mother since the beginning of the last summer break, some how she was conveniently out of town leaving him alone with his father as much as possible. Draco wondered if she knew of all that was going on, and he wasn't just talking about the beatings.
"Give me your intermediate report. I expect it is complete so far."
"Yes father." Draco took the folded pieces of parchment out of his bag and handed it over. Then he sat down in the leather chair in front of the large wooden desk, waiting motionless for his father to finish his reading.
Finally Lucius folded the parchment without saying a single word and looked up. Draco squirmed nervously under Lucius cold gaze, he never did like it when he looked at him directly.
He knew something has happened but he didn't know what. All he was sure about was the anger radiating from his father. He could feel it and Draco swallowed hard knowing Lucius was angry with him for some reason.
"I'm pleased to see that your marks are adequate Draco." Draco flinched at the harsh tone his father used. Now he knew for sure something was wrong. "And you won your last Quidditch-Match. Very good."
His father's silky voice became colder and colder by every word and Draco swallowed hard desperately trying to suppress the fear he felt rising inside.
"I received a letter from Mr. Zabini this morning."
'Now we get to the point.' Draco intertwined his hands nervously, then stopped as his fathers' eyes followed the movement.
'Do not fidget' he told him self, 'Do not draw attention in any way.'
"His daughter told him to break off your engagement." Lucius' raised his voice. Unsaid threats most definitely were laced with those words. Draco stood for a moment and walk toward the desk, trying to think of something, anything. Then he saw the look in his fathers' eyes and backed away involuntarily.
"I always knew you were a thick headed fool but at last your stupidity makes me question your loyalty, do you not wish to contribute to the cause?! Are you not with us?!" He grabbed an ashtray off his desk and threw it at one of the glass-covered bookcases. The glass shattered but immediately replaced it's self. His mother had learned to place that charm in Lucius' office a while ago.
"I don't know..." Draco trailed of. His father slid something across the desk so he could reach it. a piece of paper, no- a picture. He looked at the photograph in his hands and paled visibly. He saw himself and Blaise Zabini, his only real friend, but they were in a bit of a compromising position. This was taken at a time when Draco would have gone to bed with any one, it's what he did, it was what his father taught him to do. Obviously, he knew now that, this was wrong.
"Katia is crazy! It's not like it seems! There's nothing between Blaise and I! We were only…celebrating our victory from the Quiditch-Match!" Draco tried to defend himself but Lucius was far beyond the point of listening. He went around his desk in one swift movement and grabbed his sons' hair, pulling roughly on the soft strands and jerked the boy toward him, keeping him off balance.
"You reckless fool! Have I taught you nothing? How can you even /think/ about ruining an agreement we've made before you even were born?"
"I don't love her father! I'm glad she broke up with me before I broke up with her! She's practically a child, and she still will be when we are to be married!" Draco for once in his lifetime yelled back at his father regretting his outburst immediately. He gritted his teeth.
The first blow almost knocked him out. Unfortunately he stayed conscious. His eyes were brimming in tears but he refused to show his pain. Don't show him how weak you are. Don't let him see how deeply he wounds you.
"Who said anything about 'love'? Do you think I loved your mother? Katia Zabini was a good match, I do not care about her age! You have spoiled my plans for your future and I'll make you regret it!"
The second blow threw him against the wall and Draco saw nothing. His vision blurred in a mixture of red and white until his father slapped him across his face bringing him back to reality.
Lucius walked toward him, looking him over with hungry eyes. That look…that look always meant one thing. 'No, please no. Not again.'
"You have stolen from me Draco, and if it is one thing I cannot stand it is a thief. Never forget that you are mine, your body belongs to me, and you will give it to no one else." Lucius ran his hands over Draco, making his body react against his own will to respond to this man, "You will never again let someone touch what's mine." His eyes were glittering in a frightening fire of madness.
"Get on your knees boy." As Draco didn't obey immediately he clutched at his hair, dragging him to kneel in front of him. The pain was so sharp and unexpected that the boy yelped, and again Lucius' fist reduced him to silence.
"How often have I told you to keep your mouth shut? Now I will show you how to put it to some real use. I'll give your mouth a better purpose than screaming!" With a cruel smile he clenched his fingers around Draco's chin, forcing his lips apart, while with his other hand he opened his slacks.
"Such a talented mouth you have…" He drove his member deep in Draco's throat making the boy gag and struggle. His hips bucked forward and soon he was rooted to the hilt inside his son's mouth.
Without allowing Draco to get used to the new situation he slowly moved back and plunged forward again. Soon he was fucking his son's mouth in harsh thrusts lost in the indescribable feeling of gliding through the wet heat surrounding him.
Losing consciousness would be a mercy but Draco knew his father wouldn't let him. He moved his hands up to the mans thighs to get a better balance, not wanting to choke or be kept up by the grip on his hair. Then he forced his eyes open and answered the look of his father's eyes.
The man let his head fall back in deep-felt pleasure, smiling contently, "Yes...so good...ah…you like this don't you?" and with a voluptuous sigh he came spurting his seed into Draco's throat. He saw the boy struggling and withdrew quickly. He pressed his hand over Draco's mouth.
"Swallow!" he ordered coldly. Coughing and choking the boy obeyed his command. In his mouth he tasted a mixture of blood and semen that made him feel like vomiting. But last time he spit out his fathers cum he was knocked to the ground and forced to lick it up, it was easier this way. Better, he supposed, to just obey him.
Lucius, buttoning his trousers, returned to his desk as if nothing had happened. "Go to your room. I will join you later. This is not finished."
Draco stumbled to his feet and fled.
Lucius found what he was looking for by his desk, he grabbed the belt and leisurely walked up to his sons' room.
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They were both silent for a second. Ginny lying on her back, gently swinging her feet over the side, but near the end of his 'story' she had stilled. And Draco sitting next to her, his knees were brought up to his chest. He felt like he was freaking out. Like he had to get some where, away from people. And he knew exactly why. It was because this nightmare was too similar to what had happened on another night, the night he swears he died. The dream he just told was nothing compared to what he felt when he had a dream about /that/ night.
And his sub-conscience, now reminded of the first time he gave willingly, would no doubt repeat it for a week or so. It always did that. There wouldn't even be a small bit of napping for him now, he didn't want to close his eyes.
Draco felt small hands on his shoulders, and warmth as Ginny leaned into him. She gave him this half-hug and kissed his shoulder blade. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm so sorry I make you repeat this." Another kiss, and then the warmth was gone.
She got off the desks and walked around for a second.
"We still need to talk…" she wouldn't look at him.
"What were you doing with Blaise?"
'Well, gee Draco, just jump right in why don't you?'
"Nothing, he was just bothering me. He wanted me to leave, and I didn't want to go, I was there first any way." Ginny crossed her arms in front of her chest and put on an annoyed look.
This seemed genuine to him and he didn't question any further, wanting to seem uninterested, just curious.
"Goddess, that was such an awkward moment wasn't it? First Blaise then Harry then you…I thought I was going to have a heart attack." She laughed a bit at the situation, which now that she looked back on it, seemed funny.
"I guess so, sounds like it came out of a comic or something. You should have seen your face though." He was laughing now "I though you were going to bolt for the nearest clearing."
"I thought about it…speaking of odd situations: how weird is it that Harry seemingly follows you around?" She was trying not to laugh, but she couldn't help it.
Draco, who was still sitting on the desks, leaned back and looked at the ceiling, "I don't even want to /think/ about it." But he was chuckling any way.
Now that the atmosphere was a bit more comfortable she sat back down next to him.
"Are you going to *classe de mer? I wanted to ask you earlier, but I never got around to it."
"Yes, actually I am. I never did like it in my sixth year, but I hear we're going some where different."
"Mmm, hmm. That we are. But more importantly we need to find a way to see each other."
Draco looked at her oddly. And she knew what he was thinking, "Don't look at me like that you dolt! Just because we aren't at Hogwarts doesn't mean I don't need you to tell me your dreams anymore."
"Ah, ok I see what you're saying. You had me worried there for a second."
"Prat."
All questions about the mangled book, and different story left his mind.
(A/N): Once again a thanx to Leya! (user id=203527)
This chapter is dedicated to Luinthoron: THANK YOU for being there through all my stories, for sticking with me even though the beginnings did suck :op and always reviewing. So just for you I wrote 12 pages.
-Wind and Ashes