a/n: So, who was this mystery man? we're about to find out!
Ginny and Draco sat beside each other at a table, Blaise Zabini on the other side of them. Draco brought out the food he'd had prepared for Ginny and him, but brought some for Blaise too. Blaise was eating quickly, like he hadn't eaten in a few days and Ginny and Draco just watched him, neither of them having touched their meals. When Blaise was finished, he looked up, flashing a grin that made both Ginny and Draco smirk.
"So, when did this happen? Last I knew, you were both married." Draco smirked.
"It's nothing. We got together to talk and things went a little too far." Ginny elbowed him.
"It's not nothing," she said hotly. She looked at Blaise and her hand found Draco's under the table. He didn't resist. "The way things ended, some things were still unfinished and it's hard to control when you're alone." Draco smirked at her explanation.
"In other words, I'm better than Potter in bed." Ginny grinned and silently agreed to herself. Blaise noted her grin and gave one of his own. He had such a great smile. The few times Ginny caught Draco smiling she noticed he had a nice smile too. Why wouldn't they do it more often?
"I didn't say any such thing."
"You were thinking it." Draco's hand had moved and was now resting on her leg. Ginny was worried he'd try to pull something with Blaise in the room and she wasn't a public person.
Blaise rose from his seat. "Thanks for lunch but I've gotta get going. Remember, 9:00. If she wants, she can come too. Just make sure she won't talk to anyone about what goes on."
"I wouldn't." Draco and Blaise smirked when she spoke up. "Just because I'm married to Harry Potter doesn't mean I'm a snitch." Blaise laughed. "What!" She yelled.
"Sorry, I just can't imagine Ginny Weasley being at a Death Eater meeting." Blaise laughed again. "Can you?" He looked at Draco.
Draco faced Ginny, his hand sliding up a little further on her leg. "She's not like the rest of them. Although she should dye her hair and get rid of the freckles, she's not really all that different from us. I wouldn't be surprised if she already had a Dark Mark." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I said I wasn't a snitch, guys. I didn't say I was a badass." They laughed again. They were laughing at her a lot tonight. Blaise said he needed to leave again and finally did so, with a final look at the couple, sitting there, acting like nothing was going on, he grinned and left. Draco turned to Ginny once more.
"So are you coming or not?" She looked into his eyes and couldn't help but nod. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. There was something about Draco and Blaise. She felt like she fit in better with them than she ever had with her fellow Gryffindors. "And you can't tell St. Potter anything. You know that." She nodded again.
"Don't worry. If I told him anything, I'd have to explain how I heard about the meeting in the first place and got invited. I don't think he'd like that." She still hadn't broken her gaze on him and she caught him moving closer to her. This was the third time in two days she'd been unable to stop him from kissing her. This kiss went farther. They each explored the other, not being able to contain their hands from wandering and Ginny felt herself fumbling with the belt on Draco's pants. He already had her shirt off and was working on her bra when he stopped.
"I can't go much farther without stopping, Ginevra." She didn't answer him, she only pulled him closer to her. Draco lifted her up off of her chair and carried her through the restraunt, making his way through the kitchen and to the back room where he kept a pullout bed in case he ever got tired of Pansy, which he did a lot. He layed her down gently and lowered himself on top of her. No voice called out to Ginny. Nothing inside her told her to stop, so she didn't.
It was the most wonderful experience she'd ever had with him. Draco had thought more about her than himself and Ginny felt beautiful. When they finished, Draco rolled off of her and layed beside her, not even bothering to get up and dress. Ginny smiled and layed there. She'd never felt this wanted or needed before. Sure Harry loved her, but he never paid as much attention to her as Draco once had. Harry was more concerned with the press and his Quidditch games.
"Draco, I've got to get back home," she said softly. He groaned and sat up.
"We never did get a chance to talk, which we still do have to do. Tonight, after the meeting, we'll talk." Ginny nodded. She still couldn't believe she'd agreed to go. In her heart she knew it was wrong, but nothing told her not to go. Nothing inside her told her it was wrong. Being with Draco was right. She sat up and kissed Draco fully on the lips before getting up and gathering up all her clothes.
"You don't happen to have a shower here do you?" Draco looked at her like he was hearing things. "Well you've got a restraunt, a kitchen, and a bedroom. I just assumed you'd have a bathroom too." He smirked.
"Yeah," he replied. "I have one, but it'll cost you to use it." Ginny smiled. She had a feeling she knew what this cost was going to be.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, she and Draco were in the shower, kissing once more and on the verge of going farther. "Draco, we can't do this," she said, letting him kiss her on her neck.
"Doesn't look like you're stopping it, though." He smirked when she didn't say anything and he continued to kiss her. Ginny moaned and Draco pushed her up against the shower wall. She was lost in a world of emotion once more while the water beat down on them, creating a rhythm which Draco seemed to keep to.
The two of them stood close, trying to catch their breath. Ginny was softly smiling and Draco was, well Draco. He looked victorious, being able to make Potter's wife happier than he could. He kissed Ginny softly on her lips and got out of the shower, leaving Ginny to wash up and get home. Ginny let the hot water stream down the front of her before grabbing the bottle of shampoo he had in there.
She finished washing up and got out, drying herself with a spell and putting on her clothes. She dried her hair and left the bathroom. She didn't see Draco and was about to Apparate home when she heard him behind her.
"Don't forget. Be at the manor at 9:00 sharp." Ginny nodded and kept walking until she was outside. From there, she Apparated home.
"Ginny, where have you been?" Harry asked, giving her a quick kiss when she walked in the front door. His lips almost felt like stone against hers and she wondered how she ever thought his kisses were good.
"I had to go out for a bit, I hope you didn't mind. I didn't want to wake you before I left." Harry smiled at her.
"Of course. No problem." He was so clueless and Ginny loved getting away with everything. Ginny smiled up at him.
"I saw an old friend while I was out today and they invited me over later to catch up." Harry nodded. "It's at nine and I might not be home until late." Harry nodded again. It was clear he wasn't really listening to her. Ginny groaned and left to go upstairs. What would she wear to a Death Eater meeting? She went through her closets. It seemed like everything she owned was red, gold, or blue. Harry's favorite colors. She found a dress in the back that she hadn't worn in years. It was a short dress that stopped a little above her knees. It was a deep, emerald green. She only kept it because it was the dress she'd worn when she graduated Hogwarts. Harry hated seeing her in it. He hated green and wouldn't have any of it in the house. Ginny fingered the dress lightly. She was also wearing it the day Draco had left her.
Ginny closed the closet with tears in her eyes. Now that she knew what she was going to wear, she just had to pass the time until nine. It was already going on three. She hadn't realized she'd been gone that long. Lucky Harry wasn't inquisitive. She sat down on the bed, thinking she'd take a nap before she left. Just as she closed her eyes, the day came back like so many other times.
She lay there on the beach, alone, while he walked away. It was a dream she had so often anymore and it always woke her up in tears.
"Ginny," Harry whispered. She didn't move. He wiped away the tears on her face and whispered again. She opened her eyes. "What's wrong? You were crying." Ginny shook her head.
"Just a dream," she answered. "What time is it?" She asked, wiping the tears and sleep out of her eyes. Harry pushed the hair out of her face.
"It's almost eight now. You told me earlier you needed to leave at nine, right?" Ginny nodded and sat up.
"I'm sorry I couldn't spend more time with you, Harry. I was just so tired." Harry shook his head.
"Don't worry about it. Just get dressed and I'll take care of Makayla." Ginny smiled and kissed Harry softly.
"I'll make it up to you later." He grinned.
"That's another reason I don't mind you going. I love making up." Ginny laughed and pulled Harry into a hug. Harry got up and started to leave the room. "I love you. See you later." Ginny smiled.
"I love you too." She got up and went to her closet, taking out the green dress she'd admired earlier. She took it to the bathroom with her black cloak and got dressed. Making sure none of the dress was visible, she went downstairs. She found Harry fighting with Makayla, trying to get her to eat. Ginny laughed and hugged her husband from behind before walking out the door.
Once she was outside, she Apparated to Draco's manor for the second time that day. She arrived in the same room as before, but this time it was different. Pansy was there.
"Weasley," she said calmly. "Draco told me you were going with us. Anything funny and I'll claw your eyes out and serve them to the Dark Lord."
"Well, it's nice to see you haven't changed," Ginny drawled. She stepped up to Pansy. "I'm not going to try anything funny. I'm married too, Parkinson. I'm just going to the meeting." Pansy smirked.
"Good," she replied smugly. "Draco will be down in a minute and we'll leave." Ginny nodded and sat down across from Pansy on the other sofa in the room. Just as she'd promised, Draco came into the room about a half a minute later, holding three cloaks in his hands. He threw one at Ginny and one at Pansy.
"You'll need to wear that Ginevra," he said. Pansy was already pulling hers on and Ginny took off her own cloak, revealing the dress she was wearing. Draco was lost. That was the dress she'd worn that night. It had made it so hard to do what he'd had to. She pulled the cloak he'd given her over her head and adjusted it so it hung loosely. It was a Death Eater robe.
Draco walked toward the front door and Pansy followed him. Ginny guessed they were leaving and she got up to follow too. Once they were outside, Pansy looked at Draco expectantly. He nodded and she Apparated. It was Draco and Ginny alone now. He looked at her. "You still have time to leave. You might not like what you see and hear at this meeting." Ginny shook her head.
"I'm going." Draco nodded and grabbed her hands, bringing her closer than needed to double Apparate them. Pansy shrieked when they appeared in front of her. She rushed to Draco's side, shoving Ginny out of the way.
"Pansy, go inside. I've got to talk to Weasley before we get in there." Pansy stuck out her bottom lip, but left them alone, nonetheless. Draco turned to Ginny once she was gone.
"What's left to say?" Ginny asked. Draco shrugged.
"Nothing," he replied cooly and kissed her. "I just don't want to be around her." Ginny smirked and Draco smirked back. "Potter's going to start wondering when he begins to see you smirk. Ginny quickly replaced her smirk with a smile and Draco chuckled. He led her inside, but instead of taking her to the room in which she saw the Death Eater's congregated in, he took her to another.
Ginny saw a chair facing a blazing fire place and was about to ask who was in it, when it turned around. It was the ugliest man she'd ever seen. He had red eyes with black slits in them. He had bony hands and a pale, skinny body. His lips were turned into a permanent scowl and Ginny was frightened. She was standing in front of Lord Voldemort himself. She was trembling and Draco put his hand on the small of her back to steady her. Voldemort saw this and smirked at them.
"Ginevra Weasley," his voice hissed. "Why are you here." He was demanding. Not questioning.
She didn't know what to say and Draco spoke up. "I invited her. She could be a very useful source to us. She's married to Harry Potter." Voldemort looked at Ginny with intrest.
"Will you recieve my mark?" Ginny couldn't speak. Nothing was coming to mind. No thoughts were forming.
Draco spoke up once again, nudging her from behind. "She can't. We can't have Potter suspecting anything of her. Perhaps when this is over and you've successfully killed him, she'll become one of us." Voldemort seemed leery, but looked at Draco. Ginny winced, but Draco stood firm.
"I wouldn't normally permit this, Draco," he said in a croaky voice. "You are the only Death Eater here I believe would not lie to me. She may stay." Ginny nodded and Draco turned her and walked her out of the room.
a'n: so, she's at a d.e. meeting. wonder how this is gonna go... review!