Posted: Jan. 4, 2005

Chapter Thirteen: The Attachment of Solum

Angelina was in the living room decorating a seven foot Christmas tree with the help of several of the House Elves. Grayson had bought in the tree the night before, knowing Angelina would want to put up Christmas decorations right away. Grayson was now sitting on the couch with Rosalina in his arms. "How old is she now?" he asked Angelina.

She smiled as Darcy handed her another ornament for the tree. "Well, she was born September fifth, so in four days she'll be three months."

"Master Malfoy really adores her, it's quite surprising," Grayson commented.

Angelina turned to him. "Why wouldn't he adore his own daughter?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend." His eyes were a bit wide as he shook his head. "It's just my father was the Groundskeeper for Master Malfoy's father, so I was there quite a lot. I was about ten years old when your husband was born, but I don't recall any moment where I saw him being held by his father. That's all I meant, Madam."

Angelina focused her attention back on the tree. "Well, sometimes you just have to remember that Draco is not his father. He's a kinder man than that."

Then, as if on cue, they heard the front door open and loudly slam shut. "Tulip!" Draco yelled. "I need you in my study in five minutes!"

Grayson turned a skeptical eye towards Angelina. "Most of time anyway," she said to him as she looked at the clock on the wall.

Draco quickly made it to his study where he began writing a letter just as quickly, but still remarkably neat. He had just sealed it and attached it to their family owl when Angelina lightly knocked on the door and stepped inside. Draco opened a window and the owl flew off.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked, as she closed and leaned on the door with her hand still on the knob.

She was surprised as he pounced on her and roughly claimed her lips with his own. His tongue was probing, searching, as if looking for something he wanted to find within her. Being caught off guard it took Angelina a moment before she responded. Her hands then went around his back and she started to pull his shirt out his pants. "Draco," she breathed, as he moved from her lips, to her cheek, and down to her neck.

"Don't speak," he told her as he unbuttoned and then unzipped her pants. He didn't like for her to speak during love making. . . it only brought up troublesome thoughts.

"Take them off," he demanded, as he pulled away and undid his own pants. Within moments Draco had Angelina's legs wrapped around his body. He carried her over to his desk where he pushed everything off of it before setting her down.

As he did this an unfamiliar scent came across Angelina's nose. "Draco, what's that smell?"

Draco, who had been nibbling on her neck, froze immediately at the question. "Nothing." He then continued what he was doing.

"Draco you smell like perfume," she said in a tiny voice.

With his hands planted firmly on the desk, Draco pulled away and looked into his wife's eyes. "Are you accusing me of something?" His forehead creased as he asked, and Angelina shook her head. "Do you not want to make love to me?"

"That's not it."

"Then what's wrong?" He seemed annoyed.

"Nothing," she said, and drew him back to her. Draco then violently penetrated Angelina's body before she was ready to receive him. She bit her lip as she tired not to cry out at the pain coursing throughout her body.

Each rhythmic thrust was more painful then the last and Angelina soon felt her nails sinking into Draco's back as they broke through the skin. Blood slowly began to immerse from the small crescent cuts. Draco had never been this rough or this forceful with her before; he had always been a, surprisingly, gentle lover. So Angelina knew something was wrong and that he was desperately trying to escape his pain by sharing it with her.

A few minutes later, a burst of ecstasy screamed throughout both of their bodies, and though their love making was finished, they stayed connected for a few moments more. Draco then gradually pulled away and Angelina could read the look of guilt and concern written on his face.

He then slowly slipped his fingers around Angelina's neck and started to kiss away the tears Angelina didn't know she had shed. He then proceeded to lick the blood off her lips. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice was calm as he put his arms around her again.

Angelina rested her head on his shoulder. "Only a little," she lied.

Draco sighed. "Come on." He helped her off the desk and they walked over to the couch and they laid on it lengthwise. Their naked bodies melted into one another. "Tulip, I know I don't really say it, but you know that I- that I um-"

"It's okay, baby, I know," Angelina didn't have to hear those words to know she was loved by her husband.

"Tulip, I'm going to have to send you and Rose away."

Angelina's head snapped up. "What? Why?"

"I messed up today, baby. I messed up bad and I don't know if it's all going to work out."

"Tell me what happened."

Draco closed his eyes. "I can't really get into it and you know why."

"Yes. The less I know, the safer I am. You've been pedaling that crap since I found out you're not loyal to the Dark Lord. So do what needs to be done, Draco, but I'm telling you, I'm not going anywhere."

"Don't fight me on this, Tulip."

"Why not?" She rested her head back on his chest. "A wife's place is by her husband's side."

"Yes, but not in battle." He tightened his hold around her. "Tulip, understand that I have no doubts in your abilities, but I can not lose you or Rose. I will not lose my family. So you're leaving England and there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You hear me?"

"Yes," Angelina knew better than to argue anymore about the matter. "So when are we leaving?"

"As soon as I get confirmation on the arrangements."

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared."

"I know, baby, I know."

War may have been approaching sooner than Draco had expected, and it was his fault. He had let Her break him down. Then there was the fact that he didn't know how long he had until everything came to the surface, or how long he had until she would come after him or worse, his family. Draco then held Angelina painfully tight, but he knew she would not complain. He closed his eyes as he thought about what occurred only a few hours ago.

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After being summoned Draco Apparated into the Dark Lord's castle and made his way down the stone halls to the thrown room. "Hello, Malfoy," came a woman's voice out of the darkness. Draco turned around to face her and bowed his head. "Lady Dark Lord."

"Now, now, Draco. How many times must I ask you to call me Ginny?" She approached him and lifted his bowed head.

Draco looked into her piercing hazel eyes. "Ginny, I've been summoned. I-"

"You've been summon by me."

Draco looked confused. He didn't know she had that had never used it before, but then again, it was she that Voldemort trusted the most.

Ginevra Weasley: you could describe her as sweet, kind, and innocence, but you would all be wrong. Ginny, as she was known, had pledged her allegiance to the Dark Lord when she was merely a child of eleven years old. But of course, when she met him, he went by the name of Tom Riddle. Riddle told her of a world where he would one day be King, and if she vowed to stand by him through all of her days, then she would be his Queen.

Ginny had grown up the last of seven children, and though she knew her parents loved her, there was never any time for her. So when she found the diary of Riddle and was showered with his attention, she knew there was no way she could ever go back to a life of being ignored.

So Ginny bought her time and she played her part, until the day she knew she could be back with her beloved Riddle. So they faked her death, and though she was greatly sadden by her brothers' deaths, she would not let it defer her from taking her rightful place as Queen, her rightful place as Lady Dark Lord.

"It's been months since you have come to see me. If I didn't know better I would think you were trying to avoid me." She smiled seductively, placing her hand on his chest and standing on her toes to give him a kiss on his chin.

"Lady-"

"Ginny," she spat angrily, before her doll-like smile reappeared on her face.

"Ginny." Draco removed her hand from his chest and took a small step back. "I haven't been avoiding you. It's just. . . my wife and I are finally seeing eye to eye and I promised her no more affairs."

"Well then, you shouldn't have made promises you knew you couldn't keep." Ginny wrapped her free arm around Draco. "Now follow me to my bedchamber." She released him and started down the hall when she realized, she only heard her own footsteps. She turned her head slightly with her back still towards him. "Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like to see me angry." She soon heard his footstep behind her and she continued on her way.

Ginny entered her bedchamber and with the flick of her wrist the room lit as if the sun had risen. She then heard a thump from behind her and turned around to see Draco on his butt outside her door. A look of confusion came across her face as Draco stood up and put his arm out, he couldn't cross into her bedroom.

"That's funny," Ginny gathered as she walked back towards the door. "This ward only comes up if someone wishes to harm someone in this room." She looked dangerously at Draco.

Draco laughed and a brash smile came across his face. "What can I say? You did always like it rough."

Ginny's smile returned as she relaxed at his comment. "Now that sounds more like my lovable boy toy." She raised her hands and traced the invisible wall that stood between her and Draco with her elegantly long fingers and whispered a chant he did not recognize. Ginny had long ago learned wandless magic and had become a very powerful witch in her time with Voldemort. "Try it now," she said after a minute.

Draco was now able to enter the room. Ginny took his hand and lead him to the bed.

"Be gentle with me now," she teased.

About two hours later, Draco sat up next to a sleeping Ginny. With his face in one of his hands, he took a deep breath and wondered why he could never resist this red headed woman next to him. Sure, she was powerful and maybe getting one up on Voldemort wasn't too bad either, but all he could think was: I promised her no more affairs.

Then as Draco sat there he realized that no one knew that he was here. I could kill her in her sleep, he thought, who would know? Draco slowly leaned over the edge of the bed and reached for his cloak, which had been discarded on the floor, and reached for his wand inside of it. He turned to Ginny and placed a gentle kiss on her temple and then pointed his wand towards her. "Avada Keda-"

All of sudden, Ginny's eyes snapped opened and Draco's wand flew out of his hand and landed clear across the room. Ginny growled and bared her teeth. "You insolent fool!" She rose her hand and Draco flew out of the bed and hit the wall with impeccable force and there he stayed, glued against the wall. "How dare you attack your Queen!" She levitated out of the bed and a sheet wrapped itself around her body. Her feet then gently landed upon the floor. "Answer me!" she demanded as she marched towards him.

Draco felt as if a stone, the weight of a ton, was sitting upon his chest. "Fuck you!" his voice was forced, for it was hard to breathe. Ginny placed her hand on Draco's chest, right above his heart and a rush of pain poured throughout his body, from his head all the way down to his toes. He gritted his teeth, but soon yelled out in pain.

"Ah, music to my ears." Ginny then pulled her hand away and the screaming ceased. Draco breathed heavily trying to catch his breath. "Why do you wish to harm me? And do you wish to harm my Dark Lord?" Draco still did not answer. "Fine, I'll do it myself then." She placed her hands on either side on this face looking into his cold gray eyes. "Tell me your secrets."

Draco felt a tingling in his throat, words were beginning to rise, he fought them back, but with no success. "I plan to destroy you, you and your Dark Lord."

"Why, when your family has been loyal to us for years?"

"Because I am sick and tired of following the Dark Lord's orders. People have feared him far too long, but soon that won't be a problem. It is time for the Malfoy line to rise above the ranks and take their rightful place, which has been foreseen long before Voldemort existed. I will one day -and one day soon- reign over, not only the Wizarding world, but the Muggle world alike. It will be my name that you fear and I will be a God and my wife. . . a Goddess."

Draco smiled evilly. "Those who stand with me, think I want to see you go down because of what you represent, and as long as I play my part, people will fight and die, not knowing that each life that they take from Voldemort's army gets me one step closer to ruling over them all."

Ginny only laughed. "Quite ambitious, Malfoy. Too bad you'll never see that happen, because when I'm done with you, you'll be ready to go six feet under. Then I'll finish the job by taking out your disloyal family."

"Fine. Do what you will to me, but if you dare go after my wife and child, I will haunt you from the grave until the day you die."

A smile that sent chills down Draco's spine came across Ginny's face. "You please me Malfoy, so let's make a deal and I'll spare your meaningless life."

"Deal?"

"Yes. Now tell me, your child- boy or girl?"

"Girl."

"Age?"

"Almost three months."

"I want her-"

"Never!" Draco yelled furiously.

"You didn't let me finish!" she spat and then shook her red hair out of face. "I want the child or your wife's life. Give me one or my Dark Lord will know of your disloyalty."

"You can't ask me to choose something like that."

"I can do whatever I want. So choose, who do you love more?" she asked.

With Draco still under the truth spell, he had no choice but to answer truthfully. He closed his eyes and whispered his answer.

"Huh?" Ginny was confused and asked her question again. And again, Draco repeated his answer just as soft.

"Well, it doesn't matter." She shook her head. "Bring me the child or I'll kill your wife. It's as simply as that." Ginny then released him and he dropped to the floor like a bag of rocks. He put his hand over his heart and slumped over. "Get dressed and get out." She flopped back onto her bed casually and watched Draco dress with lustful eyes. "Next time I summon you, that is when you will bring the child."

"Whatever, Ginny." He didn't make eye contact.

"You no longer have the privilege of calling me Ginny. Now get out of sight."

Draco started towards the door, but stopped and turned back around with a sexy smirk on his face. "Lady Dark Lord, would it be to much to ask for a kiss before I go?"

Ginny looked at him strangely, but then genuinely smiled at him. "You're an arse, Malfoy, but you never could resist me, could you?"

"You know I couldn't." His eyes racked her body.

"Alright, but discard your wand to the floor. I don't want any surprises." Draco did as he was told. Ginny got out of bed and strode towards him. "Let's make this good, huh? It just may be your last."

"I wouldn't want it any other way." Ginny stood before him and coiled her arms around his back. Draco wrapped his arms her and kissed her passionately. His arms then felt up her back and he placed his hands on either side of her face. He then tilted his head up as he heard Ginny gasp.

He then looked down upon the pained expression on her face. "I may be an ass, but at least I'm not a stupid bitch." Draco's eyes were colder than any winter's night. "I'm a Malfoy, did you really believe my line was not capable of wandless magic?"

"Draco." Her voice was shrilled and panicked as she was unable to move.

"No one threatens my family." His voice seeped with hatred, but then his eyes soften and he leaned down and kissed Ginny's forehead tenderly. "I'm truly sorry it had to end this way." Ginny's eyes were filled with fear as she frantically searched his. "Good night, sweet Ginny. Avada Kedavra." A green light glowed around his hands.

Ginny's eyes soon closed and her lifeless body dropped to the floor. Then Draco surprisingly heard this gut-wrenching, ear-piercing scream from a man echoing throughout the castle. "The Attachment of Solum? Impossible." Draco eyes grew wide and he quickly picked up his wand off the floor.

The Attachment of Solum was one of the oldest and most powerful of enchantments. It was the closest thing to immortality that one could achieve, which was probably why some people would find it alluring, but many would not have the guts to use it because in time it caused severe insanity. T.A.S. which it was commonly known as, was a spell that bound two souls who dearly loved each other, together for life, which meant to kill one, you had to kill both within a certain time period. The knowledge of that time period had been lost along the ages.

"Just my luck," Draco whispered to himself. He knew that Voldemort must have been able to sense Ginny's pain and he and the in-house Death Eaters would be coming to investigate. Ginny would awaken from her death and be able to tell him whom had betrayed them.

Draco had to think quickly. He was no good at memory charms -they had always been a bit lacking- but he had to give it a try. "To the Queen's bedchamber!" Draco heard Voldemort roar.

Draco pointed his wand towards Ginny. "Obliviate!" She would have no memory of this incident, but then again, her memory would one day come back. It could be as long as ten years from now or even as soon as a few weeks.

Draco then heard the approaching steps of Voldemort and his small army of men, so he Apparated, and not a moment too soon, because as soon as he left, Voldemort entered the door. He was 5'10" with jet black hair and emerald green eyes. He looked as if he was only twenty-three years old, but then again, that was how old his body was.

The first time Voldemort tried to take over Harry's body, he could not, because he was filled with a love that Voldemort could not understand. But then Ginny came back to him, and she loved him in a way that no one had ever loved him in his life. So when Harry was defeated during the Final Battle, Voldemort had no problem occupying his body as if it were his own.

Voldemort stopped cold in his tracks when he saw his beloved Ginny on the floor. "Fan the person who did this and you will be greatly rewarded. Go now!"

When the men were gone, Voldemort dropped to his knees beside Ginny and gathered her in his arms. "Come now love, wake for me." His voice was calm and gentle.

"Beloved?" Ginny's voice was tiny and weak.

"Yes, my Queen, I am here. Tell me, who has come and disrespected us and our own home?"

"It was. . ." She concentrated hard. "It was. . ." She sighed in disappointment. "My King, forgive me, for I can not remember."

"It's alright," he told her, as he tenderly held her in his arms and embraced her. "Have no fear my Queen. I will find the one who did this and their punishment will be so great that they will pray for death." Voldemort's eyes were a blazed with fire.

"Tom?" Ginny pulled away and her innocent like smile crept onto her lips.

"Yes?"

"When that time comes," her eyes sparkled. "May I watch?"

Voldemort laughed a deep and hardy laugh. "Of course, my love. Of course."

To Be Continued. . .

Preview of Next Chapter:

Lucius picked up his menu and set it in front of himself. "You haven't told him have you?"

"What do you mean?" Angelina asked him.

"You're still very ill Angelina and you have been so for over a year now. One may not be able to tell by looking at you, you see to that well, but you cannot hide the weariness in your voice. It doesn't go away," he spoke from behind his menu.