Warning: Sex, though I'm going to try and keep it R rated in accordance to this websites regulations.
I woke up, warm and content with, mercifully, nothing stressful on my mind. When exactly I had fallen asleep, I had little clue. Draco and I had worked well into the late afternoon on our letter to Voldemort. After the owl had gone flying away, our letter tied to it's foot, we had fallen into Draco's king sized bed, asleep within minutes. I rolled over to look at the boy lying next to me and smiled. He looked so cute and innocent when he was asleep, but he was so cold and cruel when he was awake. I'm not sure which side of Draco Malfoy I like better.
Draco slowly opened his eyes and turned to face me. I think he was aware that I had been staring at him for a while. Instead of the usual tart remark I had been expecting in return for my lengthy gaze, he just smiled knowingly.
"I think you like me," he smirked. I shook my head in an earnest no. "I think you do. Why else would you stare at me for so long?"
I couldn't think of a suitable reply, so I rolled over and ignored him. I felt the bed shift slightly as Draco moved. I thought he was getting off the bed.
There was a sudden, hot breath on my neck and I jumped, spinning around, surprised. Draco was unbelievably close to me, our bodies so close to touching that the only thing that would have fit between our bodies was a piece of parchment. It felt wrong, though I couldn't say why. When Draco relaxed his body, so we were pressed flush against each other, I knew why. I needed to feel his body against mine, I needed to be held by him, but I didn't want to depend on anyone.
I was almost about to pull away from Draco when he settled his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I was nearly lying on top of his body when he let his arm relax and just hold me. I was still considering separating myself from his warm and safe presence, but his lips sent the idea floating out of my head born on wings of happiness and pleasure.
It was a chaste kiss, just lips against lips, but there was fire in it. A fire was leaping between our bodies, binding us together with its pleasant heat.
I felt Draco's tongue slide between his lips and gently lick mine. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore. He caressed my mouth with his tongue, feeling what I liked and disliked by my bodies response. After a while, he stopped and let me tentatively explore his mouth with my very inexperienced tongue. This was my first kiss, and it was wonderful.
Our tongues started to battle for dominance between our lips and Draco carefully slid his body on top of my own. His weight felt right. It was almost as if my body had been designed to accommodate Draco's.
His hands slid up my shirt to cup my breasts and I gasped against his mouth. His hands fit perfectly over my breasts. He gently caressed the nipples with his soft fingers and I had to choke back a loud, lusty moan.
I was right. Draco fit inside my body like a key in a lock. I had to wonder if Voldemort had done something to our bodies when he created us to make us so perfect for one another.
Our clothing was conspicuously missing when the owl returned. It was sometime around three in the morning and we were both asleep, our bodies tangled together. The owl hooted shrilly and nibbled on my ear impatiently. Owls, it seemed, had no respect for exhausted teenagers.
I took the letter from the owl with a smile of thanks and gently shook Draco awake.
He opened his eyes blearily and stared uncomprehendingly at the scroll of parchment in my hand.
"We got a reply from our Lord," I said, prompting his sleep-deprived brain. He immediately sat up and grabbed the letter from my hand.
"This letter is a portkey. It will take you to me at exactly four o'clock." Draco read the letter aloud and dropped it in his lap when he was done. "What time is it?" He asked, still a little dazed.
I looked around the room and spotted a small clock in the corner. "About three thirty," I answered with a sigh. I carefully detangled myself from Draco and went around the room looking for my clothing.
A half hour later, both of us were clutching the parchment, waiting for the portkey to activate. We had both showered, and gotten dressed in an amazingly short amount of time. I felt a tug around my navel and Draco's room disappeared from view.
We landed in the foyer of a large mansion. There was a house elf waiting for our arrival. It bowed and squeaked, 'this way masters.' We followed the elf down a number of long dark hallways and down into the dungeons.
In the main entry of the dungeons, an ancient guardroom, there was a large black throne. The house elf left us there, scampering off to hide.
"So you think that Severus Snape is the Order's spy, First Ginevra." A voice snarled from behind them. Draco and I span around to face our Lord and immediately bowed as low as we could.
"Yes Master," I whispered. "When my brother Ron tried to detain me he said that at the emergency Order meeting they had last night, Snape said that the Death Eaters had a new faction called the Elect and the leaders were Malfoy and a red head girl named Ginevra."
Voldemort scowled. "Was it imperative that you leave the castle?"
"My Lord, "Draco bowed again. "They tried to lock me in my room by closing the entrance and the floo. We had to force our way through a window to get out. Dumbledore must have known that we were the leaders."
"I see, we must see to this traitor. We must also take action against any future incursions of such a vile nature." Voldemort snarled angrily. "I hope that you will see to this problem at our next meeting. You are dismissed." Voldemort waved his hand and turned from them. Draco and I bowed and walked out of the room.
When we got back to Draco's mansion a house elf was waiting for us, two letters in his hands. As soon as he caught sight of us, the elf bowed.
"Master, Missus, letters came for you while you were away." The elf squeaked. Draco took the letters from the elf and the house elf ran out of the room. Draco handed me a letter and was busy opening one of his own.
I sighed and sat down at his desk to read my letter.
Ginny,
Why did you run? We could have cleared up everything. We know that you aren't a traitor or a leader of this foolish Elect group. We just need you here so we can tell Dumbledore that. Snape said that this Ginevra girl had dark red hair, and unbelievably pale, unblemished skin. I know that you have hair the same color as mine and that you have more freckles than the entire family combined. If you come back we can get Snape to verify that you don't look anything like this Ginevra.
Please come back to school and stop worrying mum.
Sincerely,
Ron
I laughed at Rons' stupidity. It should have been obvious by my actions and by the fact that I disappeared with Malfoy, which side I was courting. Ron was a true, unfettered, idiot.
A letter dropped on top of Ron's.
"Read this," Draco said, laughter evident in his voice.
I turned to smile at him. "Only if you read what Ron sent me." I handed him my letter and turned to read the one Draco had received.
Mr. Malfoy,
Please turn yourself over to the Ministry of Magic at once. If you do we will promise a more lenient punishment. Please be aware that we know where you are hiding and that you have young Miss Weasley as your captive. You have until noon tomorrow to hand yourself, and Miss Weasley over to the Aurors positioned at the front gates of your manor. If you do not we will force our way into your home. You have been warned in accordance with Ministry protocol. Please do as you have been instructed. We await your arrival.
The Ministry of Magic
Head Auror Unit
"I'm not sure whose letter is more hilarious. Ron saying that he thinks I'm innocent or the Ministry telling us that they know where we are." I turned to look at Draco. "What should we do?"
"That is the simple part," Draco said, smiling mischievously. "We send a letter to your brother telling him how misinformed he truly is and thank him for the information concerning Snape. Then we write a letter to the Head Auror Unit thanking them for the wonderful information they sent us. After that we leave the country and go shopping in France. How would you like an entire new wardrobe courtesy of your white haired Vampire?"
I smiled at him. "I would love some new clothes. I would also love some answers."
"All in good time, my pet, all in good time. Now we have two letters to write and French accents to perfect. Shall we go Manque?" He asked in a very bad imitation of French.
"Oui mon amour." I answered with a smile of my own.
Alastor Moody, more widely known as Mad-Eye Moody, stepped into the foyer of Draco Malfoy's personal manor. He had an Auror group at his back so he should have felt protected, yet there was something wrong with the feel of the mansion. The front doors had been unlocked, and there was a house elf waiting for them.
"Misters," it squeaked. "My Master and his missus left a letter from you. I am to give you the letter and ask you to leave the premises." The elf handed him a letter and ushered him out of the large front doors. They slammed closed behind him, and neither he, nor any of the other Aurors could open them again.
Dear Mr. Moody,
Don't you just love Ministry policy? We really must thank you for the warning you sent us. Ginny and I are going out of the country for an extended shopping trip. Please give our condolences to the Ministry and to Dumbledore. We are really sorry but we wont be able to attend our trials. Maybe some other time.
Sincerely,
Draco and Ginevra
We've been in France for nearly a week and I was having the time of my life. Shopping during the day, nighttime dinners on the Eiffel Tower. It was wonderful. Draco was treating me like a queen, and I have to admit, I think I'm getting a little spoiled.
We were walking down the main boulevard, hand in hand, when a dark haired French man, a wand held loosely in one hand, walked up to us.
"Monsieur, Dame, do you know these people?" He held out a newspaper. On the cover was a picture of us and a lengthy description in French. The pictures were old ones. Draco's picture still had white blond hair that was slicked back with a large multitude of hair gel. The picture's eyes flashed a dark gray-blue. My picture was from my first year. I still had red-orange hair and more freckles than I could count. The pictures eyes were also dark brown.
"Oh dear," Draco sighed, his French accent perfect. "What has my foolish cousin done now? I will have to pay him a visit very soon. Thank you very much." He gave the man back his newspaper and we walked off. It was becoming far too dangerous to be out in the streets even in France.
Tonight was the important Death Eater meeting where we were going to interrogate every single member of the dark to confirm their loyalty to Voldemort and the Elect. We had decided to attempt this in a very different manner than anyone expected. Instead of using basic torture such as the Cruciatus Curse to get the answers we are seeking, Draco and I were going to use an advanced potion that was bound to be fun.
With a sigh of pure excitement I put on my cloak and prepared to portkey to the meeting site. Not only were we going to have a lot of fun with the Death Eaters tonight, but also Voldemort was going to teach both of us an advanced way to apparate that should be able to get us through the Hogwarts shields. I can't wait.