Sorry for the wait, everyone. I have no real excuse sides the fact that I've been busy and lazy. But I've also finished the next chapter and will type that as soon as I post this. Not a Christmas (or holiday in GENERAL) present… more of an IOU

By the way, I looked back… And realized the first few chapters were absolutely corny… My own drama made me laugh! Oi… sorry bout that. Hopefully from here on it'll be better.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing… hope you realize that.

Forbidden V: Desire

Ok, baby. Forgive mommy for any bad language that she might – no, will – use in the near future. Punishment later.

That bitch Bellatrix. Why the hell am I here? I mean, come on now. Aside from the fact that I am engaged to and pregnant by that snake-bastard Voldemort's 'respected' right-hand Death Eater's son and – Nevermind. Let me NOT continue that sentence.

"So, Weasley," a voice hissed in my ear. "I see that you're awake now. Look at me."

Dear God, he's trying to kill me! Basilisks are taking over the planet!

…

By the way, forgive me for any insanity. Between being in Divination, pregnant, AND kidnapped, I think I've already lost it.

::crack::

I lifted my hand to the already-swelling flesh of my cheek.

"Whore, you heard him! Look up." Must Bellatrix Lestrange make everything in my life a living hell?

"Lestrange, leave her be. We'll get answers to everything soon enough. I told you that I want her in one piece… now, go and take this rag to Narcissa. Have her cleaned up."

… Who's he calling a rag? I looked at my torn, dirty clothes…. Oh, must be me.

"Yes, my Lord." She left the room.

'Do I follow?' I wondered. It was then that I realized if I didn't leave I would be stuck with two freaky-looking males (Voldemort and future in-law). 'Oh, great. Death at the hands of my future father-in-law and rotting in hell… here I come.'

As I walked into the main hall, Bellatrix grabbed my arm and started dragging me down the corridor.

'Looks like I'll have a bruise there in the morning… If I even see it,' I thought dryly.

"Pay attention, bitch, and do it nicely." This woman was seething. "I don't know what kind of a spell you put on my nephew, but when I find out what it is." She made a slitting motion across my throat with her wand.

I was all ready to gulp and hightail it out of there when an piercing squeal sounded throughout the hall. "Finally!" Suddenly, my body was wrapped up into a hug. The I was whirled around to face… well, she must've been Narcissa Malfoy. Bellatrix smirked at me and left.

Well, to tell you the truth, I'd always expected a middle-aged, snooty woman with platinum blonde-gray hair. That wasn't what I got. No where close, really – as far as one could tell, that is.

THE Narcissa Malfoy, my lover's (or more appropriately, my fiancé's) mother stared at me with chocolate-brown eyes. I took in her mid-back black hair and slim – no, trim figure. She looked about 30, not… well, not as old as she would have to be in order to be Draco's mother. I lowered my eyes as I realized that she was giving me the once-over.

Yeah, you all know what I'm talking about. That one look that determines whether or not you're good enough for their baby. My mother's done it WAY too many times with six boys (Harry and Hermione are already together, people!).

"Don't look down! Now, now, we must get you cleaned up. I'm sure his highness would want that." Guess she doesn't like Voldemort… gee, I wonder why… Sarcasm, everyone!

She led me to a bathroom. I could describe it thoroughly, but that would take forever… So, the basics… Slytherin AND Gryffindor colors, and big enough to fit my room (and then some) into it.

"The 'Dark Lord,'" Narcissa began, "wants you dressed appropriately for… whatever he has planned. Here's a dress robe." She looked around before leaning closer to me and whispering, "'Dark Lord," ha! Load of bull, if you ask me… Oh, and thank Draco for the robes later."

"What?" I whispered excitedly. "Draco's coming to-"

"HUSH!" Wow… not even married to her baby yet and she's already reprimanding me. "Didn't you know walls have ears?" I blushed, because that's the exact thing that we're learning in DADA. I feel like such an idiot.

"Psht. I don't see what's so good about her that Draco likes her." Whee. Queen Lestrange has returned. "You're so stupid. Bloody Gryff. Anyway. My Lord is getting impatient. He sent me to tell you to hurry up."

Excuse me as I try to imitate Draco's smirk… and fail dismally… oh well, smiles seem to piss the woman off more, anyway. "So you let that bloody wanker boss you around? Geez, 'Aunty' Lestrange, I thought you were stronger than that." 'Aunty's' look grew enraged.

"Why you miserable little-"

"Ladies!" The charming voice or Narcissa Malfoy, who was quite shocked, interrupted our… conversation. "As entertaining as this is, I feel that his royal high-pain-in-the-arse-ness is getting extremely impatient and that we don't have much time. Ginny, I need you to get ready as quickly as you can." She shoved me into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

All the while I was bathing, I was given instructions. Occasionally there was talk of stalling Voldemort's plans (whatever those may be), or even calling him "Voldy." Bellatrix snickered as she mentioned the fact that the last fool to do that found himself in quite a bit of pain.

"Anyway," Narcissa said, waving her hand in the air dismissively. "What's this I hear about a grandchild?"

Bellatrix glared at me in absolute hatred. "Be glad you're dressed, you bloody trollop," she snarled. "The Dark Lord will see you now." My arm was gripped with such force that I was surprised she hadn't ripped it off yet. What is it with her and my arm, anyway? I think it's starting to turn blue.

"Oh, Bella, please not yet," Narcissa whispered.

"Narcissa Malfoy, if you ever want your baby boy back, there's only one way to do it – get rid of the disgusting piece of filth who took him in the first place." Our walk down the hall was so silent (not to mention tense) that if something even popped I would've started screaming.

" – is virtually indestructible." Big dramatic pause. "All we need to do is – why, hello, Virginia." Thirty-something pairs of eyes flickered over me as Voldemort noticed my presence.

"I brought the girl, as promised, my Lord." Bellatrix bowed and backed up towards the wall.

"Good. Very good."

…

'Is that a hiss I hear?' a forked tongue licked my ankle and I looked down. "Oh, bloody sodding Merlin, snake around the ankles! Get it off, get it off, get it off!" Basically I kept on screaming until someone removed the snake… and even after. Eventually the put a silencing charm on me and took it off when I stopped screaming.

Voldemort walked – no, glided is more appropriate – toward me. "I bet you are wondering why you are here, lovely Virginia.." His red eyes flashed. "Not only are you perfect bait for the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die, oh no. There's somethingvery dear that you have that I want from you."

As he circled me, I drew back in fear. Stammering, I began, "I have nothing… N-Nothing that you c-could p-p-possibly want and-"

"My dear, it is no material thing that I want from you." Did he eyes just get darker? … Oh, ew, he wants me to be his whore! "Virginia, it is not just your body that I want, as delicious as you look. You see, I am getting old and there are certain things that I cannot do with this body. I want possession."

Now I shook as I spoke. "Of what?" Somehow, I still managed to glare at him defiantly.

"Your baby."

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