Chapter 28; Portkey

"So tell me what do you plan to do?" asked Voldemort in a syrupy voice as he rolled off of her. Ginny slowed her breathing down so she could reply. Love making with him always took her breath away.

"I believe I have told you time after time, that you will see when it is time," she said as she got out of the bed naked. Her long red hair laid in curls in the middle of her back. Voldemort propped his head with his hand and laid on his side looking at her.

"Why must you be so secretive about this? Why don't you let me help?" he asked.

Ginny slipped into a silky golden robe and studied him.

"You will have your fun. As soon as my brother, that wench that is his friend and Potter's girlfriend is taken care of you, may have Potter all to yourself," as she talked she walked seductively over to him and as she said, "all to your self," she ran her index finger down his chest.

"You always know what to say to get me started," said Voldemort as he took her mouth to his and bit down on her lips. But she was more demanding. She straddled his body as both of them continued to tear at each other's lips. Before both of them knew it they were hot in love making for the 5th time that day.

As Harry and the rest of the group headed to the place Dumbeldore had set up a Portkey most wandered if they all would make it out alive. Hermione had argued about not appearing but Dumbledore said this was just safer. So they all were going to Egypt by a Portkey.

Hazel and Harry kept giving each other smiling glances as the memory of that morning was still fresh in their heads. Hermione and Krum didn't seen to be like they normally were. Mostly because Hermione had such a bad stomach ache that it took all of her strength to act like nothing was wrong.

Ron seemed to be the only eager one out of the whole bunch. He kept imagining the look of happiness that would spend a crossed Ginny's face when they rushed in to save her from whatever evil she had to suffer.

"Don't worry Gin we are going to save you," he said in a whisper as his hand touched the old sock and he was transported to Cairo. At that same time rapped in the arms of her lover and tucked in bed, Ginny opened her eyes. She felt Ron talking to her but all she could do was allow the new Ginny to be filled with hatred as the old Ginny screamed for mercy.