Victorian Lace

Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and situations do not belong to me. Cries

Author's note: Sorry everybody! My friend uploaded the last chapter when I wasn't ready yet! Please reread this! It is a lot better I hope. Enjoy! Also, I still need a beta reader. If interested, e-mail me at: . Thanks a bunch!

Chapter 1: Kill me!

"Search for anybody who is still alive. Anyone who has made it this far is strong. They need to be broken. Take them to the dungeon. There can't be many." Draco Malfoy's black boots, covered in blood, treaded through the thick mess of lifeless field.

"Are you alive? Nope. Nope. How could you be? I killed you." A path began forming through the canvas of breathless forms as he kicked his way into the picture of relieved hatred.

"Bloody?" Blaise appeared behind him, his black robes swaying with the wind which smelled of wrinkled skin buried in mud.

Draco sighed, "No Blaise. Not quite the word I was looking for. No. I think red is the right word." Draco stroked his goatee in fake thought.

"I don't think this is the best time to be poetic, Malfoy."

"Yes. I suppose you are right. I don't like you being right. My first rule as 'Master Malfoy' is that you never correct me," Draco playfully punched Blaise in the arm.

"You watch too many muggle movies."

"Yes, well they are quite fascinating. I'm not exactly against muggles, you know. I find them interesting. At least now I know for sure that my father would be proud of me."

"You are warped."

"No. Just following what my father would have wanted. He's warped. My first law will be that all mudbloods will now be servants. Granger will finally have her wish. Her house elves won't have to do any work from now on." Draco's lips curled. "Speaking of Granger, I believe she is still alive. We haven't been near that area. I'm sure there are nurses working as we speak to restore life to quite a bit of our new little servants. If you make it in time, I might let you have Granger, Blaise." Blaise smirked and started walking towards the nursing shelter. "Oh and Blaise, If you find anything of interest, bring it to me."

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"Harry? Please!" Ginny's form was sprawled over Harry and tears were flowing down her face. Sobs took control of her body and her back shook vigorously with each gasp for breath.

"Well, look who it is," Blaise ran a finger down Ginny's cheek and across her lips. Ginny scrunched up her face and bit his finger until she felt her teeth sinking into his flesh. Copper filled her mouth and she spit on his perfect pretty-boy shoes.

"Bloody hell! What are you trying to do?" Blaise kicked her in the side and reached for her shoulders.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Ginny could feel her arms bruising underneath her tattered robes. Blaise held her wrists tightly in both hands and struggled to make Ginny walk with him. "Look, you have to come with me. It's either this or I kill you." Ginny laughed cruelly, "Go ahead. I mine as well be dead. I don't want to live!" Just like that, Ginny's heart clouded over and her soul turned black. She didn't care anymore. Blaise picked Ginny up and flung her over his shoulder. 'And I thought Malfoy was warped...'

"What are you doing? Let me down! Please! Just leave me with Harry!"

"Shut up you stupid bitch! This would be a lot easier if you would stop struggling," Ginny sighed and, with her elbows on Blaise's back, let her head rest in her hands.

Moments passed slowly as he walked; painfully slow.

"Hey, deatheater?"

"What?"

"We've been walking for fifteen minutes! Or rather, you've been walking. Where the fuck are we going?" Ginny began tapping her fingers impatiently on his back.

"It isn't any of your concern. We are almost there," Ginny's fingers swirled in circles across his back, "and will you stop? I don't know why Potter wanted you so much." At that, Ginny's fist rammed into him. "That's it!" Blaise dropped Ginny on the ground. "I have had enough of you! I'm about to take you up on that offer and just kill you!"

Boots stopped behind Blaise and in front of Ginny's face. She stood up abruptly and shoved her face into Blaise's.

"Then do it! Kill me!" Draco's face twisted in amusement. "Come on, Malfoy! Kill me! Just like you did Harry!" Ginny scrunched her eyes shut in anticipation. Time seemed to have slowed down as the three of them just stood there in silence.

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Blaise's finger rammed into Draco's shoulder, "Your it!" Draco started laughing at this.

"Weasley," Draco made the syllables of her name spread for miles, "I'm it. This means you run. Hey! I'll even give you a head start! Go!"

Ginny opened her eyes, blinking in confusion. She took a step towards him and with the back of her hand she slapped his precious aristocratic face. He didn't even flinch.

"Just kill me! I know you want to! What is wrong with you? You've been waiting to do this forever! I don't want to play a fucking child's game! I want to die," She stopped yelling and her voice cracked as she let out the whispery command, "Please, I'm begging you. Kill me."

"You are supposed to be screaming, Weasley. You aren't making it any fun! Can't you even pretend to be scared?" Smirking at her, he reached over and pinched her arm. "Snap out of it Weasley. This isn't a joke. I could kill you. I could torture you. You are right... this isn't a child's game and I won't hesitate to hurt you."

Ginny had sunk to her knees. It all seemed so bizarre. She finally cracked in front of them; in front of these men, these demons that plagued the existence. She sobbed.

Draco's gray eyes burned through her simple robes, raking over her body until reaching her chocolate eyes once again. He reached out, his long fingers aiming for her, until reaching the soft flesh of her chin. He pushed gently, raising her up to her full height. Tears came to life underneath her eyes, dancing to the tips of Draco's fingers.

"Are you going to kill me, Malfoy?"

"Why would I do that?"

"You despise me. Just like you despise Harry. Please, do with me what you want, but let me go back to him before you kill me."

"Potter. Of course. I'm not going to kill you, Weasley."

"Why not? Why are you being kind?"

Draco laughed. "I'm not kind. Do you know how it felt crushing Potter's heart between the ground and my foot? Is that what you want me to do to you? I'll kill you Weasley. First I'll start with your heart. I can see I've already almost accomplished that. Then I'll kill your body. I'll make you wish you could rip off your flesh. Then your mind; your soul. You'll... just be."

"What?"

"Promise me you'll remarry!" Draco said in a mocking tone. "You'll remarry alright Weaslette. You'll marry me. You'll give me your child."

"No!" Her feet slid in the blood as she tried to run away. Draco grabbed her wrists, squeezing tightly.

Draco summoned Blaise. "Take her to the dungeons. Don't let anybody touch her. She's mine."

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