Chapter Two - Kidnapped And Dreams
Ginny stared at him, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide as saucers. "You can't be him!" she exclaimed. "You're evil!"
He didn't move nor flinch at the sound of her loud voice. His face was impassive, yet a tint of surprise was etched under his eyes. He stopped placing the gifts underneath the tree, his hand frozen in its spot. His house elf was quivering beside him, his lower lip trembling. "Mmm .. Master," he squeaked. "Shall I perform the charm?"
Ginny stepped back and shook her head. "What charm? I swear .. If you're here to anything bad .." she threatened.
Lucius Malfoy whipped out his wand in the blink of an eye and muttered a spell.
Ginny's eyes closed simultaneously, her mouth now closed. She was afraid of being hit with an Unforgivable. When she felt nothing happened to her, she fluttered her eyes open. She stared at him confusedly. He merely smirked at her. Opening her mouth to ask a question, she gasped. My voice! She mouthed. Give it back! Take this spell off me!
"She knows our secret, dear Dobby," Lucius said amusedly. "Shall we take her back and teach her a thing or two about revealing secrets that should not be revealed?"
Dobby nodded eagerly. "Yes, master. Let us teach her a lesson," he said grinning a very sly grin.
Ginny made a move to run up the stairs, but as soon as she reached the bottom step, her arms smacked to her sides, her legs snapped together and her body fell to the door. She closed her eyes and mouthed the word, Shit!
Hermione yawned lazily and sat up on her bed. Looking at the clock, she scowled. It was only twelve-fifteen in the morning and she was still awake. "Bullocks …" she said angrily. Rubbing her temples and closing her eyes, she heard a loud thump. A smile fitted her lips.
Santa was here.
She quickly hopped of the bed and slithered out the door, her nightgown flowing behind her. Reaching the top of the stairs, her eyes sparkled with childhood fantasies. She's wanted to meet Santa for as long as she can remember. She simply loved the thought of him being real and living. Looking down the steps, her smile faded. Ginny was lying on the floor, her arms stiff and her legs frozen in place. Hermione's heart raced as she watched a dark red figure glide his way over to her. He had his wand raised, his low voice mumbling a spell. Ginny's body was then lifted off the ground and moved into the living, where she was out of sight.
Hermione's breath quickened. "Oh my God …" she said fearfully. "Oh my God …" She silently scurried down the stairs, now watching the Santa Clause squeezing himself, Ginny and a small creature into the entrance of the fireplace. Hermione had to think quick. She grabbed the nearest blanket and draped it over herself. She saw the Saint Nick grab a fistful of floo powder. So … he floos … She thought. She noticed his mouth moving to the little creature. They're under some sort of silencing spell ..
Squinting her eyes, she read his lips as he threw the powder down. Her heart stopped. They disappeared in a gulf of green smoke. "M .. M .. Malfoy Manor?" she asked herself.
Ronald rolled over in his sleep, yet again dreaming of a mysterious girl. She had long flowing silvery hair; her eyes were a matching gray. She would run around mindlessly, echoing for him to catch her. She always wore red and green, very festive colors. Her lips were beautifully heart shaped and her nose was perfectly pointed. She would murmur his name over and over, until he would ask her what hers what.
"Tell me your name …" Ron mumbled in his slumber. The girl giggled gaily and ran around a palm tree, hiding behind it. He would try and catch her, but every time he came close, she would disappear. "Please … tell me your name!"
She stood still and looked him in the eye, her lips forming into a smile. "I'll always be in your dreams, Ron," she whispered. "I'm a dream lover .."
He stared at her intently, entranced by her eyes and voice.
"We will be together for eternity. We will be the new season of winter. We will reign over the deserted town once he dies. We will make others happy. We will prevail," she said, as if reciting a prophecy.
"Your name …" begged Ron.
She smiled. "Auriella."
Ron's heart skipped a beat. "Will you dance with me, Auriella."
"I cannot Ron, for you have to awaken," she responded sadly.
"No … please …"
She lifted her hand and waved goodbye. "Awaken."
Ron awoke in a second, his face sweaty and his breath hastening. He groaned in frustration. "No … no … Damn it! I almost had her!"
Looking over at Harry, Ron shook his head. The poor boy was sound asleep, oblivious to Ron's heartbreaking dilemma. He scampered off the bed, in serious need of water and a gingerbread cookie. He's been dreaming of this girl for weeks now. He can never get her out of his head. She was always there, smiling at him with that beautiful smile. He could always hear her voice wherever he went. No matter how hard he tried, Ron would always infatuate over Auriella. She was just the one he wanted and just the one he knew he needed.
Tentatively walking down the steps, he hoped not to wake any of his family members, including little Ginny. After thinking of his sister, he decided to check up on her, just because he was an overprotective brother. Peeking in through her open door, his brows furrowed as he saw two beds empty. Being as cautious as he was, he scanned the room and still found now sign of them. Closing the door and running the steps, he found Hermione staring at the fireplace, her mouth wide open. Ron chuckled, causing her to turn around and gasp. "Herms … you're not going to see Santa like that … you're practically just standing there … Hide at least …"
Hermione took a deep breath. "He … he took her … to … Malfoy Manor …" she said lamely, her voice breaking.
Ron's expression became serious. He walked over to Hermione and placed both his hands on her shoulders. "Herms … what are you talking about?"
"He … a man … charmed Ginny … he … he took her! He's got her, Ron! We … we have to save her!" she exclaimed, jerking from his grasp and heading for the fireplace. "They flooed, Ronald! This man … he flooed Ginny to Malfoy Manor! I … we have to save her!"
Ronald looked at Hermione skeptically. "Are you sure you're not dream walking, Mione?" he asked slowly. "You quite alright there?"
Hermione growled. "Listen to me, Ronald!" she snapped.
Ron shushed her. "Mione … people are sleeping … sshh!"
Hermione lowered her voice, "Listen … we have to save Ginny … we have to … we need to floo to Malfoy Manor."
Ron shook his head. "Mione … you are talking nonsense," he said softly.
Hermione slapped him across the face and sneered, "Get your bloody arse to the fireplace right now! I swear to Merlin, Ron. I am going to get Ginny and I don't bloody well care if you don't come!" She stalked her way to the floo pot, grasped a chunk of the powder, and situated herself inside the fireplace.
Ron stood there, mouth open, his heart racing. "What the …?"
Before he could say anything else, the words, "Malfoy Manor!" rang throughout their living room. Hermione went, he thought. She … she actually went!
Pushing his hair back, he jogged to the floo pot, fisted the same amount of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, yelling, in a low voice, "Malfoy Manor!"
Ginny let her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face. She was frozen on what felt like a couch or a bed, her arms still bound and her legs still stiff. Her face was etched in fear and her lungs felt as if they were about to collapse. She didn't want to see what would happen; she didn't want to see horny death eaters surrounding her. So many morbid thoughts ran through her head, her sobs choking on one another. She remembered they way her would smile gaily at her on Christmas morning, or the way Charlie would surprise her from behind near the tree. Bill would usually whip his ponytail in her face, chuckling at her outraged expression. Percy normally read to her about new muggle animals he found out about. Fred and George would teach her a few tricks, tell her a few jokes and make her laugh like a maniac. Her father would sing duets with her by the piano that Hermione had given them last Christmas. But, Ron, Ron was the one who really made Ginny happy. He would reminisce about their childhood and how they were simply inseparable. He would tell her of tales when she was still a baby and he was one years old. It was amazing how he could remember. Ron may have seemed like the overprotective and temperamental type on the outside, but he was courageous, daring and loving in the inside. His care made you love him and his love … well … it made you want to keep loving him.
A new batch of tears streaked the red head's face at the memory of her family. What would they do? Would they miss her? Would they look for her? She was so afraid for her mother, who cooed over her constantly. She was, after all, the youngest female Weasely. Shaking violently she hung her head down in shame, regretting ever stepping foot in the living room at that time. How could Lucius Malfoy be Santa Clause? How could he get passed the Christmas outside wards her parents had set up? How could he get passed the tree wards? Santa was supposed to be a round man, with rosy cheeks and a nose always red. His long white beard would flood down into his chubby chest, where the black buttons of his suit would be. He was meant to have pudgy sausage-like fingers, that jiggled merrily when he laughed. His belly would pop out when he walked, talked and smiled. He was supposed to be the happiest man alive. How on earth did Lucius Malfoy fit into that criteria?
Licking her lips, she heard a door open and close quickly. A stream of light was now seen through her eyelids, which were covering her eyesight. She didn't want to see the pains he would have to suffer. She didn't want to know who would rape her tonight.
Instead of hearing a cruel and unruly voice, she heard a soft, yet smooth one.
"Funny seeing you here, Weasley."
Ginny fluttered her eyes open and looked into the silver orbs, of none other than Santa's son himself.
Draco Malfoy.
Author's Note: .. here is the awaiting chapter two .. not much in here .. but my explanations are pretty thorough .. i doubled checked continuously .. :) .. well .. i hope you enjoy
Next Chapter:
- Hermione and Ron find themselves in a whole other section of Malfoy Manor
- Narcissa and Ginny bake cookies
- Auriella is introduced.
as always - fawning over cheese,
chalk & gatorade