Party In The Dungeons
Chapter 8 – The Imperius Curse and Suprises
Disclaimer – Lol the reason for this thing is for me to tell you that I DON'T own these characters, right? Well dis site dusnt have a part for original stories right? So why do we always write this here?!? Lol, wellz I'm still gonna keep doing it.... For no other reason but that, well, I dunno...... :S
A/N – Oh and to one of mi reviewers who was saying something about Ginny's red hair being her trademark. Don't worry, she's either going to change it back soon or it will fade away. Hehehe! It was only temporary! :P
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The second Voldemort had said the incantation the door burst open, sending his spell straight over Harry's shoulder. Voldemort's eyes filled with rage and he span around towards the door. Harry's mouth opened wide in shock. Hermione stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe, wand in her hand, pointed straight at Voldemort. She had a small cut on her cheek and her clothes were slightly more torn and dirty than they were before, and she was panting. Voldemort at first seemed a little shocked, but suddenly laughed.
"Ah Mudblood! Tell us, how did you manage to escape my Death Eaters?" Voldemort asked, looking slightly amused. Hermione lowered her wand slightly for a moment, but quickly snapped it back up, unnerved. She looked extremely nervous but determined all the same. Harry wanted to scream out to her, to tell her that she should turn around and run, but he didn't dare. The situation was too awkward and he was still trying to come to terms with what was actually happening.
"A few hexes...... a jinx...... and a really good example of a Wingardium Leviosa curse," Hermione panted between breaths, wand still raised. 'No, Hermione go back! Run!' Harry thought over and over again, hoping Hermione would just get out. But she didn't move.
"Hmm...... well remind me to punish them later. But then again, will you be able to?" Voldemort asked Hermione, sneering in a way that showed her he knew something she did not. Hermione opened her mouth to speak. But Harry could no longer take this. Hermione had managed to escape two Death Eaters by herself. She did not deserve to die now.
"No Hermione! Run! Get out of here! Go-"
"Silencio!" Voldemort cried, spinning around and sending the curse at Harry. Harry was knocked to the ground. His mouth opened and closed over and over, but not a sound came out. His eyes were opened wide in alarm, as he still tried to tell Hermione to leave. Voldemort turned back around to face Hermione, who looked distressed. But she strongly continued on shakily as though nothing had happened.
"W-What do you m-mean?" Hermione asked, her voice quavering with every word. Voldemort laughed.
"What I mean, Mudblood, is that very soon, you might not even be able to control what you say or do," Voldemort sneered, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. Hermione took a small step back just as Voldemort raised his wand.
"Imperio," Voldemort exclaimed as a flash of light flew out of his wand towards Hermione's trembling figure. Hermione threw herself backwards, but found herself pressed up against the wall. The curse hit her straight in the chest. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she looked as though she were about to collapse. She swayed on the spot for a moment, before standing up straight, looking at Voldemort almost expectantly. Harry's mouth was now moving so fast it was almost a blur, but still not a sound came out. He scrambled to his feet, but Voldemort send another curse at him and he was sent flying back to the cold ground.
"Imperio," Voldemort repeated, this time pointing his wand at Harry, who lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.
His eyes, just as Hermione's had, rolled to the back of his head, giving the impression that he had just fainted. Then very suddenly he rose from the ground, looking at Voldemort with the same expression as Hermione. Both stood unmoving, barely breathing, waiting.
"Harry, Hermione," Voldemort said, beckoning them forward. They obediently walked towards Voldemort, stopping a few feet in front of him, never dropping his gaze.
"I have something I want you to do for me..."
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Draco sat unmoving in the chair by Ginny's hospital wing, her cold, clammy hand still clasped in his. His eyes were wet with tears, but they did not fall. He watched, through blurred eyes, her still, helpless figure, as she lay unconcious on the bed. The slight rise and fall of her chest was the only thing that made Draco sure she wasn't dead. His eyes trailed from her small feet, up her goosebump-covered legs, and stopped on her arm when something caught his eye. It was a faint blackish mark, barely distinguishable, but Draco knew it well. It was the same mark his father had, the same mark that his father wanted him, too, to have; the Dark Mark. Draco's eyes widened and he leaned closer to inspect the mark.
"It can't be," Draco muttered incredulously under his breath. He rubbed it with his fingers, trying to make the mark fade, hoping that it was just a smudge. But it didn't wipe away. He looked up at Ginny's kind, peaceful face.
"It can't be, there has to be a mistake. She can't be a - a Death Eater," Draco thought, frantically rubbing at the mark, willing it to just wipe away. But still it didn't go away. It didn't fade. It didn't rub off. It still stayed just as it was. He looked up at Ginny again, his eyes full of disbelief. He stumbled back in shock, and dropped Ginny's arm when he saw that Ginny's eyes were open. He knocked over the chair in the process and it clattered to the floor. Ginny looked down at her arm in horror and then back at Draco. She tried to sit up, but winced in pain when doing so.
"Please, Draco," Ginny choked out, "you've got to understand-"
"U-Understand? Understand what?" Draco said, his voice wavering, "That you're – that you're a – a-" Draco lowered his voice to a low hiss, "Death Eater?"
"Draco, please its not like that-" Ginny began, frantically trying to hide her arm with the thin hospital sheets.
"Not like that?! Then what is it like? You're only in it temporarily? Cause Ginny, it doesn't work that way!-'
"Draco can you please just shut up for a few seconds and let me explain!" Ginny shouted over him, giving up on the sheets, revealing the mark once more.
"Give me your wand," Ginny demanded suddenly, extending out her hand. Draco hesitated.
"Draco do you really think that if I were going to attack you I would choose to do it in a hospital of all places?" Ginny snapped impatiently, stretching out her hand even more. Draco thought this over for a second and reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. He hesitated again.
"Draco, really! There are nurses just outside this very room, and fully trained wizards in an office behind that. If I attacked you do you really think someone wouldn't notice?" Ginny said, extending out her arm to its fullest extent. Draco reluctantly handed over his wand. Ginny grabbed it, pointed it at her arm, muttered something quietly under her breath, and a purple coloured light flew out the end of the wand. Draco watched in facsination as the mark shrunk to a very small size and faded, almost completely. Ginny smiled in satisfaction and handed Draco's wand back to him.
"How did you do that?" Draco asked, his mouth agape.
"Just a certain spell I came across. Took me ages to find it mind you," Ginny said, twirling her hair around her fingers.
"Just a spell? Ginny, its supposed to be impossible to hide that thing!" Draco said, bending down to pick the chair up off the floor.
"Well apparently not," Ginny said with a smirk, flicking her hair behind her shoulders and leaning back on the stack of pillows on her bed.
"So, why-"
"No, not here," Ginny said quickly, looking around the room nervously, biting on her nails. Draco too looked around the room. No one was there, but he had that creepy feeling of being watched. Draco turned back around to Ginny. She smiled at him weakly. Draco tried to picture Ginny in black robes, kneeling in front of the Dark Lord, kissing the hem of his robes. But he couldn't. He couldn't imagine sweet, innocent Ginny Weasley as a Death Eater.
"But – if you're... one of them-" Ginny shuddered, "- then wouldn't you know that Parvati was-"
"Draco please keep your voice down," Ginny ushered him hysterically, "I said I'd tell you after we get out of here."
"And when are we getting out of here?" Draco asked.
"Now," Ginny said, sitting up, but wincing in pain before laying back down again. "Or maybe we could wait a while." Draco smiled, nodded and gazed at the floor, trying to interest himself in the boring pattern. But it was just that. A boring pattern.
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"I can leave!" Ginny exclaimed, as Draco walked into the hospital room, two days after he discovered that Ginny was a... well, Draco didn't like to think of it.
"When?" Draco asked.
"Today! Isnt that great?" Ginny asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, its great," Draco said, not sharing Ginny's enthusiasim at all. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Draco, could you at least pretend to be a little bit interested?" Ginny snapped, folding her arms across her chest.
"What? Oh, sorry, I was, thinking of something," Draco said. Ginny raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. An awkward silence followed.
"Well, I can go... right now if I want to," Ginny said slowly. Draco nodded.
"Well then what are we waiting for?" Draco said, forcing a smile. He knew what Ginny was getting at. As soon as they were out of here, she would tell him all about her being a Death Eater. And the sooner the better.
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But Ginny didn't end up telling Draco everything as soon as they left St Mungo's. She didn't end up telling him for a few days actually. As soon as they had left St Mungo's. Ginny told Draco she wanted to go and visit her family. So they went to the Burrow.
Mrs Weasley answered the door and almost fell over when she saw it was Draco and Ginny. Her first question was "Why are you out of school?" After a moment of awkward silence, Ginny had burst into tears. Draco was a little shocked.
Ginny fell into her mothers arms, and Mrs Weasley rushed her inside. They all sat down on the couch, where Ginny told them what had happened with her and Parvati in the Purple Room. Mrs Weasley was shocked. She was the only one home. Mr Weasley was at work.
She kept asking Ginny if she was alright. This was Ginny's second time she had been hurt at Hogwarts. Mrs Weasley wasn't happy.
"I'm going to talk to Dumbledore about this! I cant believe this has happened again,' Mrs Weasley said, shaking her head.
"I think I'll go and floo him now-"
"Mum, no! You can't!" Ginny exclaimed, grabbing onto the sleeve of her mothers jumper as she stood up, preventing her from going anywhere.
"Ginny, I'm sick of it-"
"Your sick of it? Mum, I'm the one who has to go through it! You have nothing to complain about!" Ginny yelled, standing up suddenly.
"Ginny please," Mrs Weasley said, a little taken aback by Ginny's sudden change of attitude. "I only want whats best for you. And if you keep getting hurt at that school..."
"I'm not leaving Hogwarts," Ginny said flatly.
"Just one more time Ginny, just once more, and your out of there," Mrs Weasley threatened. Ginny glared at her mother, and crossed her arms across her chest. Draco was doing his best to stay out of the conversation, making himself seem as though he wasn't there. So far he was doing good.
"I'm not leaving," Ginny repeated, "And you cant make me."
"Well what do you think Draco? If Dumbledore's students are constantly being hurt under his supervision-"
"Constantly? Mum, this is the second time! Its not constant!"
"Honey, I'm talking to Draco. What do you think Draco?" Mrs Weasley asked. Ginny opened her mouth in protest but her mother waved her off.
"Ahh... I... umm.... I don't think its really appropriate for me to say. This really should be a family discussion. I don't think I-"
"Nonsense! Your almost family now."
"Mum!" Ginny exclaimed.
"What? He's your boyfriend!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, oblivious to the fact that she was embarrasing her daughter. Ginny just shook her head in disgust and ran out of the room.
"What did I say?" Mrs Weasley asked to Draco. Draco forced a smile and shrugged.
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Draco and Ginny stayed at the Burrow that night. Ginny refused to talk to her mother. When Mr Weasley came home from work, he was just about as surprised as Mrs Weasley. He asked questions, but Ginny just said she was tired and went to bed, without so much as eating a pea off her plate. Draco followed her to bed shortly after.
As he acsended the stairs he heard Mr and Mrs Weasley in deep conversation about Ginny, Parvati and Dumbledore. He hurried up the rest of the way stairs, not wanting to hear what they were saying. Besides, he needed to talk to Ginny.
He walked through the dark, empty corridors of the Burrow, until he finally reached Ginny's bedroom door. It was closed. He knocked gently on it. No answer.
"Ginny?" Draco whispered. He waited a moment. Still no answer. He raised his voice.
"Ginny?" He repeated. Again, silence. Draco sighed and turned back around. He walked a little while up the corridor until he came to the guests bedroom. He collaspsed on the bed. Though he wouldn't admit it, for his ego's sake, he was exausted. All this was wearing him out. And it had barely begun.
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A/N – Okies FINALLY I'm finished this chappie. It took me over a month, mind you. Almost two. And its not even that good. Bloody hell. Well theres a whole lot more of the plot revealed here though I guess. With Ginny being a Death Eater and all. I do like to add a new twist to each chapter... when I can!
Ooo and just to let you people know... because it has just occurred to me.... And I guess its important. Well, I'm excited over it! I did kind of miss it too... by like, a month... but my story is a year old! Well, over a year old now. If I was more attentive I may have noticed... too bad I didn't. Oh well... Happy birthday for "Party In The Dungeons" for the 8/2! Tee hee hee!:P:P:P
The only present the story wants is.... REVIEWS!!!! Heepz of them! Lol! So PLEASE review! More kisses, hugs and cookies for everyone who reviews!!!
~Marauders Gal~
Chapter 8 – The Imperius Curse and Suprises
Disclaimer – Lol the reason for this thing is for me to tell you that I DON'T own these characters, right? Well dis site dusnt have a part for original stories right? So why do we always write this here?!? Lol, wellz I'm still gonna keep doing it.... For no other reason but that, well, I dunno...... :S
A/N – Oh and to one of mi reviewers who was saying something about Ginny's red hair being her trademark. Don't worry, she's either going to change it back soon or it will fade away. Hehehe! It was only temporary! :P
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The second Voldemort had said the incantation the door burst open, sending his spell straight over Harry's shoulder. Voldemort's eyes filled with rage and he span around towards the door. Harry's mouth opened wide in shock. Hermione stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe, wand in her hand, pointed straight at Voldemort. She had a small cut on her cheek and her clothes were slightly more torn and dirty than they were before, and she was panting. Voldemort at first seemed a little shocked, but suddenly laughed.
"Ah Mudblood! Tell us, how did you manage to escape my Death Eaters?" Voldemort asked, looking slightly amused. Hermione lowered her wand slightly for a moment, but quickly snapped it back up, unnerved. She looked extremely nervous but determined all the same. Harry wanted to scream out to her, to tell her that she should turn around and run, but he didn't dare. The situation was too awkward and he was still trying to come to terms with what was actually happening.
"A few hexes...... a jinx...... and a really good example of a Wingardium Leviosa curse," Hermione panted between breaths, wand still raised. 'No, Hermione go back! Run!' Harry thought over and over again, hoping Hermione would just get out. But she didn't move.
"Hmm...... well remind me to punish them later. But then again, will you be able to?" Voldemort asked Hermione, sneering in a way that showed her he knew something she did not. Hermione opened her mouth to speak. But Harry could no longer take this. Hermione had managed to escape two Death Eaters by herself. She did not deserve to die now.
"No Hermione! Run! Get out of here! Go-"
"Silencio!" Voldemort cried, spinning around and sending the curse at Harry. Harry was knocked to the ground. His mouth opened and closed over and over, but not a sound came out. His eyes were opened wide in alarm, as he still tried to tell Hermione to leave. Voldemort turned back around to face Hermione, who looked distressed. But she strongly continued on shakily as though nothing had happened.
"W-What do you m-mean?" Hermione asked, her voice quavering with every word. Voldemort laughed.
"What I mean, Mudblood, is that very soon, you might not even be able to control what you say or do," Voldemort sneered, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. Hermione took a small step back just as Voldemort raised his wand.
"Imperio," Voldemort exclaimed as a flash of light flew out of his wand towards Hermione's trembling figure. Hermione threw herself backwards, but found herself pressed up against the wall. The curse hit her straight in the chest. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she looked as though she were about to collapse. She swayed on the spot for a moment, before standing up straight, looking at Voldemort almost expectantly. Harry's mouth was now moving so fast it was almost a blur, but still not a sound came out. He scrambled to his feet, but Voldemort send another curse at him and he was sent flying back to the cold ground.
"Imperio," Voldemort repeated, this time pointing his wand at Harry, who lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.
His eyes, just as Hermione's had, rolled to the back of his head, giving the impression that he had just fainted. Then very suddenly he rose from the ground, looking at Voldemort with the same expression as Hermione. Both stood unmoving, barely breathing, waiting.
"Harry, Hermione," Voldemort said, beckoning them forward. They obediently walked towards Voldemort, stopping a few feet in front of him, never dropping his gaze.
"I have something I want you to do for me..."
~*~*~*~*~*
Draco sat unmoving in the chair by Ginny's hospital wing, her cold, clammy hand still clasped in his. His eyes were wet with tears, but they did not fall. He watched, through blurred eyes, her still, helpless figure, as she lay unconcious on the bed. The slight rise and fall of her chest was the only thing that made Draco sure she wasn't dead. His eyes trailed from her small feet, up her goosebump-covered legs, and stopped on her arm when something caught his eye. It was a faint blackish mark, barely distinguishable, but Draco knew it well. It was the same mark his father had, the same mark that his father wanted him, too, to have; the Dark Mark. Draco's eyes widened and he leaned closer to inspect the mark.
"It can't be," Draco muttered incredulously under his breath. He rubbed it with his fingers, trying to make the mark fade, hoping that it was just a smudge. But it didn't wipe away. He looked up at Ginny's kind, peaceful face.
"It can't be, there has to be a mistake. She can't be a - a Death Eater," Draco thought, frantically rubbing at the mark, willing it to just wipe away. But still it didn't go away. It didn't fade. It didn't rub off. It still stayed just as it was. He looked up at Ginny again, his eyes full of disbelief. He stumbled back in shock, and dropped Ginny's arm when he saw that Ginny's eyes were open. He knocked over the chair in the process and it clattered to the floor. Ginny looked down at her arm in horror and then back at Draco. She tried to sit up, but winced in pain when doing so.
"Please, Draco," Ginny choked out, "you've got to understand-"
"U-Understand? Understand what?" Draco said, his voice wavering, "That you're – that you're a – a-" Draco lowered his voice to a low hiss, "Death Eater?"
"Draco, please its not like that-" Ginny began, frantically trying to hide her arm with the thin hospital sheets.
"Not like that?! Then what is it like? You're only in it temporarily? Cause Ginny, it doesn't work that way!-'
"Draco can you please just shut up for a few seconds and let me explain!" Ginny shouted over him, giving up on the sheets, revealing the mark once more.
"Give me your wand," Ginny demanded suddenly, extending out her hand. Draco hesitated.
"Draco do you really think that if I were going to attack you I would choose to do it in a hospital of all places?" Ginny snapped impatiently, stretching out her hand even more. Draco thought this over for a second and reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. He hesitated again.
"Draco, really! There are nurses just outside this very room, and fully trained wizards in an office behind that. If I attacked you do you really think someone wouldn't notice?" Ginny said, extending out her arm to its fullest extent. Draco reluctantly handed over his wand. Ginny grabbed it, pointed it at her arm, muttered something quietly under her breath, and a purple coloured light flew out the end of the wand. Draco watched in facsination as the mark shrunk to a very small size and faded, almost completely. Ginny smiled in satisfaction and handed Draco's wand back to him.
"How did you do that?" Draco asked, his mouth agape.
"Just a certain spell I came across. Took me ages to find it mind you," Ginny said, twirling her hair around her fingers.
"Just a spell? Ginny, its supposed to be impossible to hide that thing!" Draco said, bending down to pick the chair up off the floor.
"Well apparently not," Ginny said with a smirk, flicking her hair behind her shoulders and leaning back on the stack of pillows on her bed.
"So, why-"
"No, not here," Ginny said quickly, looking around the room nervously, biting on her nails. Draco too looked around the room. No one was there, but he had that creepy feeling of being watched. Draco turned back around to Ginny. She smiled at him weakly. Draco tried to picture Ginny in black robes, kneeling in front of the Dark Lord, kissing the hem of his robes. But he couldn't. He couldn't imagine sweet, innocent Ginny Weasley as a Death Eater.
"But – if you're... one of them-" Ginny shuddered, "- then wouldn't you know that Parvati was-"
"Draco please keep your voice down," Ginny ushered him hysterically, "I said I'd tell you after we get out of here."
"And when are we getting out of here?" Draco asked.
"Now," Ginny said, sitting up, but wincing in pain before laying back down again. "Or maybe we could wait a while." Draco smiled, nodded and gazed at the floor, trying to interest himself in the boring pattern. But it was just that. A boring pattern.
~*~*~*~*~
"I can leave!" Ginny exclaimed, as Draco walked into the hospital room, two days after he discovered that Ginny was a... well, Draco didn't like to think of it.
"When?" Draco asked.
"Today! Isnt that great?" Ginny asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, its great," Draco said, not sharing Ginny's enthusiasim at all. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Draco, could you at least pretend to be a little bit interested?" Ginny snapped, folding her arms across her chest.
"What? Oh, sorry, I was, thinking of something," Draco said. Ginny raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. An awkward silence followed.
"Well, I can go... right now if I want to," Ginny said slowly. Draco nodded.
"Well then what are we waiting for?" Draco said, forcing a smile. He knew what Ginny was getting at. As soon as they were out of here, she would tell him all about her being a Death Eater. And the sooner the better.
~*~*~*~*~
But Ginny didn't end up telling Draco everything as soon as they left St Mungo's. She didn't end up telling him for a few days actually. As soon as they had left St Mungo's. Ginny told Draco she wanted to go and visit her family. So they went to the Burrow.
Mrs Weasley answered the door and almost fell over when she saw it was Draco and Ginny. Her first question was "Why are you out of school?" After a moment of awkward silence, Ginny had burst into tears. Draco was a little shocked.
Ginny fell into her mothers arms, and Mrs Weasley rushed her inside. They all sat down on the couch, where Ginny told them what had happened with her and Parvati in the Purple Room. Mrs Weasley was shocked. She was the only one home. Mr Weasley was at work.
She kept asking Ginny if she was alright. This was Ginny's second time she had been hurt at Hogwarts. Mrs Weasley wasn't happy.
"I'm going to talk to Dumbledore about this! I cant believe this has happened again,' Mrs Weasley said, shaking her head.
"I think I'll go and floo him now-"
"Mum, no! You can't!" Ginny exclaimed, grabbing onto the sleeve of her mothers jumper as she stood up, preventing her from going anywhere.
"Ginny, I'm sick of it-"
"Your sick of it? Mum, I'm the one who has to go through it! You have nothing to complain about!" Ginny yelled, standing up suddenly.
"Ginny please," Mrs Weasley said, a little taken aback by Ginny's sudden change of attitude. "I only want whats best for you. And if you keep getting hurt at that school..."
"I'm not leaving Hogwarts," Ginny said flatly.
"Just one more time Ginny, just once more, and your out of there," Mrs Weasley threatened. Ginny glared at her mother, and crossed her arms across her chest. Draco was doing his best to stay out of the conversation, making himself seem as though he wasn't there. So far he was doing good.
"I'm not leaving," Ginny repeated, "And you cant make me."
"Well what do you think Draco? If Dumbledore's students are constantly being hurt under his supervision-"
"Constantly? Mum, this is the second time! Its not constant!"
"Honey, I'm talking to Draco. What do you think Draco?" Mrs Weasley asked. Ginny opened her mouth in protest but her mother waved her off.
"Ahh... I... umm.... I don't think its really appropriate for me to say. This really should be a family discussion. I don't think I-"
"Nonsense! Your almost family now."
"Mum!" Ginny exclaimed.
"What? He's your boyfriend!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, oblivious to the fact that she was embarrasing her daughter. Ginny just shook her head in disgust and ran out of the room.
"What did I say?" Mrs Weasley asked to Draco. Draco forced a smile and shrugged.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco and Ginny stayed at the Burrow that night. Ginny refused to talk to her mother. When Mr Weasley came home from work, he was just about as surprised as Mrs Weasley. He asked questions, but Ginny just said she was tired and went to bed, without so much as eating a pea off her plate. Draco followed her to bed shortly after.
As he acsended the stairs he heard Mr and Mrs Weasley in deep conversation about Ginny, Parvati and Dumbledore. He hurried up the rest of the way stairs, not wanting to hear what they were saying. Besides, he needed to talk to Ginny.
He walked through the dark, empty corridors of the Burrow, until he finally reached Ginny's bedroom door. It was closed. He knocked gently on it. No answer.
"Ginny?" Draco whispered. He waited a moment. Still no answer. He raised his voice.
"Ginny?" He repeated. Again, silence. Draco sighed and turned back around. He walked a little while up the corridor until he came to the guests bedroom. He collaspsed on the bed. Though he wouldn't admit it, for his ego's sake, he was exausted. All this was wearing him out. And it had barely begun.
~*~*~*~*~
A/N – Okies FINALLY I'm finished this chappie. It took me over a month, mind you. Almost two. And its not even that good. Bloody hell. Well theres a whole lot more of the plot revealed here though I guess. With Ginny being a Death Eater and all. I do like to add a new twist to each chapter... when I can!
Ooo and just to let you people know... because it has just occurred to me.... And I guess its important. Well, I'm excited over it! I did kind of miss it too... by like, a month... but my story is a year old! Well, over a year old now. If I was more attentive I may have noticed... too bad I didn't. Oh well... Happy birthday for "Party In The Dungeons" for the 8/2! Tee hee hee!:P:P:P
The only present the story wants is.... REVIEWS!!!! Heepz of them! Lol! So PLEASE review! More kisses, hugs and cookies for everyone who reviews!!!
~Marauders Gal~
