StarryRavenFire: Yes. The Ginny in my story is going to be one fiery, independent woman. That's how I planned to make her and I plan to keep her that way … at least for now. And I'm glad you liked how you felt dirty like Ginny. I always enjoy to write so it cheers me to hear someone say they felt like the character. ;)
And lots and lots of thanks to the others that reviewed: Gallon of Firewhiskey, drawning fathe( ), Crooning Waterfall, and anyone else I missed. :o)
Dearest Ginny,
Not a day goes by that we (the family) don't think of you, our darling daughter. The house's atmosphere is dead without your jolly laughter, and our hearts are broken without your delightful presence. Your mum is doing rather terribly I'm afraid. For the last week, her eyes have never stayed dry. She slugs about the house and seems extremely forgetful at times.
Your brothers are doing well for miserable circumstances. There is good information in this troubling letter. Ron and Hermione are engaged and expecting their first child together. Yes, I know it's soon for a child, but they adore each other with much love and one can tell they will spend many blissful years growing old together.
My Ginny, how much I crave to say to you in this letter, but there is only a certain amount of words one quill can write. We miss you and yearn to see your lovable face once more. But until, it is our lonely memories to make us content once again.
Love,
Your cheerless father
P.S: Harry called the other day. He said to tell you hi and that he misses you.
Ginny's eyes skimmed the letter with resentment. Yes it had been nearly a month now, but strong bitterness could last for years if she was determined.
Only the mention of Harry's name could melt her heart of stone. So Harry missed her. Harry missed her! Ginny practically danced about the room with sheer elation. If Harry missed her, that had to mean something … didn't it?
No. Ginny shook her head, ashamed of her giddy behavior. That didn't mean anything. If at all, it could mean he only missed her as a friend. Not the longtime thirst of passion for his one, rightful soul mate. But her hopes wouldn't fade … not anytime soon anyway. Ginny was determined to make Harry fall for her, even if it meant leaving everyone she knew for this hole.
Ginny folded the letter and restored it back onto its home on her nightstand.
"Almost a month." she thought forlornly, resting back on her bed; her thoughts taking over.
Yes, in a mere four days, Ginny would have resided at Malfoy Manor for a month. It was a marvel she hadn't died yet, for her work was wearisome and demanding. By some means, she had been able to stay out of Draco's line of sight and he of hers.
But would it stay this way? Ginny knew that at sometime or another, she and Malfoy would have to come across each other again in the nearby future.
A faint smile tipped the edges of Ginny's mouth at the recollection of Malfoy in bed. How humorous it had been to see humiliation and fury merge in his silver eyes. Ginny closed her eyes and leaned her head back, Draco's image taking her mind over. She remembered how his face flushed crimson and for the moment, seemed weak, almost helpless. How he had screamed her name, not Weasel, but Ginny for once. Ginny's heart jumped. How outlandish her name had sounded on his lips.
Ginny smiled to herself but immediately took it back. She had no reason to smile! No reason whatsoever! And yet … the sight of him …
No. She wouldn't think those kinds of thoughts. Ginny shook her head, irritated with herself.
"Ginny," it was Gabriella. "Come on! What's taking you so long? We need you down in the storeroom. Pronto!"
"Coming!" Ginny stuffed her father's letter under her bed sheets and exited her living space. Blackmail was so sweet. As long as Draco keep his end of the agreement, then … despite her stubborn will, she smiled once again. As long as he did what he promised, then life would be swell.
How could you? Let a smutty mudblood lover such as Weasel take advantage of you? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Just plain stupid Draco. Keep it up and you'll be fed to her on a silver platter.
Draco could have cursed himself for ten more years and he'd still be furious with himself. What was he thinking, letting that … that thing take the benefit of him?
Draco hurried down the corridor, his body rigid with fury. Wait until he got his hands on her! That mudblood lover! That …
"Glad to see you finally decided to join us for breakfast." his father's voice drawled.
Draco stormed into the dining hall and caved into his seat.
"Good morning to you too Draco." Lucius continued to taunt.
"Why don't you just do the world a favor and shut it!" Draco blurted, his mind speaking faster than his mouth.
Mrs. Malfoy dropped her fork.
"Draco Malfoy!" she exclaimed, her face inflaming with anger. "Apologize this instant!"
"No," Lucius held up his hand. "He's done nothing wrong." He chuckled. "I can see he's gone a bit soft however."
Draco glowered at his father.
"Must be the new servant girl," Narcissa chortled. "What a pity. Why her servant life must be all the richer than her family one."
Lucius laughed and Draco felt a surge of rage choke his heart. Snatching his goblet, he, with force, was able to swallow all his pumpkin juice without shattering the silver goblet into sections.
"Whatever you want to think." Draco rolled his eyes with disgust. Weasel, making him soft? He'd rather die first.
"Right, well I best am off." Lucius bent and pecked his wife before turning to Draco. "I do expect to see you later at work, right?"
Draco nodded and Lucius smirked before leaving.
"Really Draco," Narcissa refused to look him in the eye as she buttered her toast. "Must you be so uncouth to your father? He worked hard to get you where you are today you know."
Oh someone just gag me. But Draco didn't say anything.
"You know Mother," he said at last, rising from his chair. "I'm really not that hungry. Just feed my portion to the servants."
"Whatever you say." Narcissa said. Looking up, she glared as her son started out. "Why, aren't you going to kiss your mother first?"
Draco groaned but kissed his mother anyway.
"Good." she said brusquely, her attention now on her bisect and eggs. "Now go on."
For the first time in his life, tears seeped into Draco's eyes. Yes, he was used to his parents' ignorance, but it still stabbed at him all the same.
Seizing his cloaks, Draco raged from the room, his wrath taking over his eyesight and causing a collision.
"Watch it." He growled, pushing the girl out of the way.
Ginny could only stare as Draco stormed down the passage and out of her sight.
What an idiot. Her mind buzzed heatedly. Turning back, she continued to the kitchens. Who did he think he really was, just pushing people out of his path like pebbles on the sidewalk? Yet … there were tears. No, not tears of jubilation, but tears of despair. Ginny's heart leapt with unwanted sympathy. Out of all her years, Draco Malfoy was one whose heart was made of stone, often tormenting and affronting anyone who wasn't in his league. So, of course, it was flabbergasting to see him cry of all things.
Geez, what the hell is wrong with you Ginny? Her mind snarled. Ginny could only hang her head. She had no idea. No idea at all.
Sorry this took so long. I'll try to update sooner. So, hope you enjoyed and please take the time to review:o)
