Authors Note- Sorry for the cliffie. I enjoyed it though. And if any of
you, like Olive, were severely disappointed from the lack of snogosity,
dontchya fear, there'll be a bit in this chappie. Promise! And review or
else I'll never update again. Ha.
Disclaimer- Hmm let's see...do I own the characters? Yes. I think I do. Honestly.
Chapter Five (woooot)
When Ginny awoke, the first thing she noticed was that she was incredibly comfortable. She opened her eyes lazily and looked up to see a large mass of deep red fabric draped down. Sitting up abruptly, she looked around this unknown room with surprise. She was lying in a huge, king-sized bed with wine-colored covers and white sheets over an intricately woven carpet with dark colors. A plush, black-leather couch and two chairs sat around a happily crackling fire, shedding light on the musty, soft but dark- colored red walls with scattered moving pictures.
The room wasn't large at all, but comfortable. A dresser stood off to the side, and a desk on the other wall of the room. But she didn't know where she was.
Leaping off the bed, she raced over to the fireplace and saw a sealed envelope, addressed to her. Ginny Weasley was written in fancy, curly black letters. She savagely ripped it open and read the short letter.
Virginia,
I hope you are comfortable in your room. If there is anything you need, you will find a small bell beside the fireplace. Ring it and one of our house-elves will come to your aid. I have your wand with me and I haven't destroyed it. I will be by soon to check on you.
~Draco Malfoy
Ginny read it again, anger boiling in her stomach. Comfortable? Sure, she was comfortable, who wouldn't be in this luxurious room? But honestly, it was like she was caged.
"Oh good," she said aloud. "He hasn't destroyed my wand. How thoughtful!" Reeling, she tossed the letter in the fire and watched it burn. She hated him. Oh, god, how she hated him.
~*~
Draco approached the solid wooden door, the one in the hall that had no handle. He opened it with a confusing spell from his wand. He entered the room to see two out of the five torches burning on the walls and the fire smoldering away into a pile of ashes. He looked over to the bed to see a figure sprawled out among the messy covers.
He approached her softly and watched her sleep. She was on her back, her head turned, her red hair spilling out in a mass of waves over the white pillow. Her chest rose softly with breath and he could see she was still wearing her jeans. Obviously she hadn't thought of opening the dresser to find some more clothes.
His heart ached as he stared at her. Her finger curled a bit on the sheet, her eyelashes were dark and fluttered softly at one point. Her body, still thin and beautiful, had this amazing power he was drawn too. She had no visible flaw.
But suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she turned her head to face him. He felt like he could dive into her eyes.
"Malfoy!"
"Hello, Ginny."
She sat up and clutched the covers to her chest, then noticed she was still wearing her shirt and let them drop. She glared at him.
How cute she was when she was mad.
"I'd like some kind of explanation why I am here in this random room without my wand and WHY THE HELL was I...abducted last night? Kidnapped! I was kidnapped, goddammit, Malfoy, by you, you ass!"
He smiled a bit. "Ginny, it wasn't my choice. I wouldn't if I could have chosen."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, right, so you're suddenly Mr. Perfect with all the right intentions. Yeah, well you know what? NO. Bloody Hell! I still haven't freaking forgiven you since you left me when I was fifteen. I hated you for that. You broke my little heart. I ran crying to Will and he actually cared, so I stayed with him. I hoped you'd remember about me! Maybe you'd write over the summer, but no, clearly I wasn't a 'significant other', I was just your little whore, there at your beck and call."
She took a deep breath and Draco, who was quite horrified at what she was saying, saw the tears welling in her eyes.
"I tried to stand up against you, Draco!" she continued. "I really did, but you had completely taken over me, like you had the damn Imperius curse on me or something! Shit, I was lost in my life! I'd do anything for you! But were you the same way? No! Of course not, you were still off screwing Pansy and all your other little Slytherin girls who crawled after you and all the boys in your wake wanted to do what you were doing, they wanted to be like you, mighty Draco, the hottest boy alive-"
"Ginny."
"SHUT UP don't you DARE interrupt me!" The tears were spilling down her reddening cheeks now. "I've wanted to say this for years, now."
"Well don't."
She glared at him. "And why not?"
"Because I know what you're saying. I-"
"Where's Will?" she interrupted. Draco frowned.
"Listen to me."
"NO! Why should I? You never listen to me. Did you harm Will? Did you hurt him? Harry? Percy? Fred or George or ANYONE?" she screamed.
"Shit, Ginny, listen! I was an asshole when I was sixteen! I was just using you, yeah, I think you knew that! Well, now you do anyways. But now you're here for a different reason. Now, I'm just a puppet on the stage that my father and Vol-You-Know-Who have created. They're using me now, just someone to carry out their little plans. I didn't have a choice. Sure, I've tortured Muggles and those witches and wizards born by them, that's the way I am! So now you know. But please, listen..."
His voice trailed off as he stared at her. She stared at him.
Silence engulfed them for a moment as they glared at each other. She didn't like hating him. It was so easy, but it was painful, too. And he didn't like lying to her. She saw right through him.
"Did you ever get married?" she whispered. He hated her for changing the subject but he went along with it.
"No. I was too busy."
"With what? Being evil?"
"Yeah."
"Why? No one was vying for your love?"
He shrugged his shoulders. Ginny suddenly noticed how strong they were beneath his shirt. "Yeah, I had a bunch of girlfriends." He grinned suddenly. "But I didn't really like any of them."
She smiled. How different she suddenly looked, how beautiful. "But you took time out of your busy life to stalk me." She said. He laughed.
"Why do you think I did that?"
"Because you couldn't get me out of your head, you damn fool."
His grin widened as he leaned closer towards her. She smelled good.
"Wow, you're good at this, aren't you?"
Her anger melted. She remembered that feeling. Will had never really spurred it up. "Guess so." And then she kissed him. She did it first. Right on the lips. Soft little kisses in succession, warming him up. Soon he returned them.
Slowly, as if trying to remember how to do something he had long forgotten, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. Still she kissed him. His lips, still smiling slightly, moved to her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her forehead, her closed eyelids, her chin, her ears, her neck. She giggled like she was fifteen again and buried her face in the crook between her neck and shoulder.
"What about Will?" he whispered in her ear as he pulled away after another ten minutes of heate snogging.
She just looked up at him, completely captivated, her red lips curling into a smile. "I'm sorry, Will, really, I am." Then she laughed. "I hope he heard that." He laughed too and leaned forward again, pressing his lips on the flesh below her neck on her chest.
There was along, content pause as he just marveled at everything about her and she just wondered how his eyes could look so exactly like ice. She kissed him again and again and again, not wanting to stop, ever, even if the world walked in and saw them.
"Hey, remember that time I found your whore-sheet and then I made you kiss me perfectly to make up for it?"
Still kissing her chest, he laughed. "Yeah, that was pretty lame. On your part."
She shrieked, pushing him away. For a moment he was horrified but then saw she was laughing still.
"What? The kiss was lame on my part?" He burst into laughter at this and shook his head.
"No! No, that's not what I said, I meant...oh, never mind."
Her smile ebbed slightly and she sat up a bit. He backed away, still sitting on the bed, eying her.
"You leaving me was slightly lame on your part, Draco." His stare hardened, his eyes narrowing.
"Look, haven't we talked enough about that? I'm sorry, I-"
"You know you don't mean it." His jaw dropped.
"What the hell? Ginny, no, listen-" But just then, Draco heard voices. Ginny heard them too. They froze, eyes snapping open. Footsteps in the hall. Draco sat up and sprang off the bed, wiping off his lips. Ginny stuffed herself under the sheets and lay down, pretending to be asleep. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
Lucius Malfoy entered, his cane banging loudly on the floor. Ginny didn't know whether she should pretend to wake up from the noise or continue. She looked over at Draco who shook his head slightly. She shut her eyes.
"Draco."
"Yes, father?"
Lucius scanned the room. He saw Ginny's 'sleeping' form. "She's there, I presume?"
"Yes, father."
"Good. You did a wonderful job taking her last night."
"Yes."
"Now come with me. I need to talk with you." He paused. "In private."
Draco reluctantly followed his father out of the room, leaving Ginny to stare at the wall.
~*~
Draco followed his father through the long hallways, twisting around, through endless corridors and up three flights of stairs, down another. Finally they entered into a dimly lit room with chairs in a tight circle. Light from an invisible source flickered in the room. Draco saw his Lord sitting in one of the chairs. Draco had learned long ago not to fear the horrible face, the paper-white skin, the red eyes with vertical pupils like that of a cat.
Abnormally long, bony fingers curled on the arm of the chair as Voldemort straightened in his seat a bit, the silken black folds of his robes rustling.
"Lucius. I presume she's here, in our custody." The chilling voice filled the air, scratched at the walls. It would make anyone but a Death Eater cringe.
"She is, my Lord. She is asleep."
The horrible, thin, colorless lips arched into some disgusting smile. "Very good." The face turned to Draco. "I remember when I had power over her. My spirit, me as a young boy, in a diary." It smiled again. "She confided in me. I had her do whatever I wished. What an obedient little child...it's a shame she'll be killed now." Draco clenched his teeth together, his jaw hardening, his eyes narrowing.
"We're killing her?"
"Certainly. But not yet. I want to see how her dear loved ones react. I'll harm her, perhaps with pain, perhaps with power over her. Maybe with blindness, immobility, loss of all senses..." Draco stared on in horror. Had it not been with Ginny, he would be laughing at the intelligence of it all. Now he was frightened. For her.
Lucius spoke. "We've been keeping track of her husband, Will Johnson. He found out about her disappearance yesterday and is completely insane, searching everywhere. Of course they haven't found a trace yet. Percy, the oldest Weasley and the damn Minister is using all the technology he can muster. Remember, it is he we are targeting. We want to weaken the Ministry. Everyone wants to help. Harry Potter's working too. But of course they won't succeed."
Voldemort smiled again. "No, of course they won't. Who ever has?"
~*~
Ginny sat in one of the chairs, plucking at a stray string from the hem of her pants. She was getting sick of being completely lost, completely in his power. She wanted to go home. Suddenly she missed Will with a horrible aching feeling and she whimpered, burying her face in her knees. Loneliness hovered over her like a great black cloud.
There weren't any windows in the room, so she couldn't see the sunlight. The clock on the mantelpiece said it was two in the morning. Draco had come in three hours ago and left one hour later. She had been sitting in this soft chair for another hour. Boredom clawed at her mind as she jiggled her foot, humming a tune she made up when she forgot the rest. She stood, roamed around the room, over to the desk. She pulled it open. An empty wand box lay dejected on the dusty wooden surface, along with rolled pieces of parchment, ink, paper, seals, but nothing else.
Finally, he came.
The door creaked open and she turned around to see Draco sneak in and shut it behind him. He turned around and saw her, smiling slightly. She didn't return it. Putting her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Draco, tell me why I'm here. I won't take no for an answer. You will tell me why you took me, if you have hurt anyone, and when I'm going to leave." He sighed and walked over, sitting on the couch. She remained standing. "Tell me."
"Fine." She raised her eyebrows. Wow, that didn't take long. "You're here to weaken the Ministry. We all know you're an Unspeakable, but we don't know what you do. And you're valuable to your brother. He'll do anything to rescue you. Maybe even forfeit what we need to bring our Lord back to full power. You know how that damn Potter took his entire power away from him two years ago, when the War pretty much stopped while you all waited for him to return. Well, he's almost back. He needs something, but I won't tell you what. You can get it for me. I won't tell you how, not yet.
"So you're here for multiple reasons. But don't think you'll be getting away any time soon." He had stared at her this entire time, and she glared back.
"But you haven't hurt anyone else."
He shrugged cruelly. "Maybe."
She screamed, stomping her foot on the ground. "TELL ME, DAMNIT!" He almost laughed at her. She wanted to shoot him right then. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Probably not." He seemed to smirk at her again. He watched her fume, and then she stopped.
"I need to take a shower, Malfoy." He nodded and pointed to a door in the wall that was definitely not there before. She was certain of it. Shooting him a last poison-filled glance, she marched into it, to find a gorgeous white bathroom with a large, royal shower area with everything she needed. Without a pause, she ripped off her dirty clothes and marched into it, turning on the shower. It was only when the steaming water was pouring over her body when she broke down and began to sob.
~*~
She came out in a black tank-top silk nightgown that went down to her knees, her long, wet hair in dark waves around her shoulders, her bare feet padding along the carpet. He stared at her, watching the way she moved with a slightly perverted eye, as she slowly brushed out her hair. Then she crawled into the bed, pulling the covers up high to her chin.
"Turn off the light, Malfoy."
"Good night to you, too."
"And don't try anything on me while I'm sleeping or I'll hate you forever." She paused. "Not like I won't already, anyways."
"Good night."
"Go to hell."
He turned off the light.
~*~
Authors Note- Wow. Seven pages. I hope you all enjoyed that. If there wasn't enough snogging, there will be, but with twists. Ha. Not perverted twists you freaks. Anyways, leave a review. OH OH. Please, PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA for how I should incorporate her being an Unspeakable into the PLOT please PLEASE put it in your review OR EVEN BETTER email me at star.clare@verizon.net. I'd really appreciate it and I'd give you massive credit for it, because my creativity cells are being killed by my stupidity cells and thus I cannot think. Thanks! ~Clare
Disclaimer- Hmm let's see...do I own the characters? Yes. I think I do. Honestly.
Chapter Five (woooot)
When Ginny awoke, the first thing she noticed was that she was incredibly comfortable. She opened her eyes lazily and looked up to see a large mass of deep red fabric draped down. Sitting up abruptly, she looked around this unknown room with surprise. She was lying in a huge, king-sized bed with wine-colored covers and white sheets over an intricately woven carpet with dark colors. A plush, black-leather couch and two chairs sat around a happily crackling fire, shedding light on the musty, soft but dark- colored red walls with scattered moving pictures.
The room wasn't large at all, but comfortable. A dresser stood off to the side, and a desk on the other wall of the room. But she didn't know where she was.
Leaping off the bed, she raced over to the fireplace and saw a sealed envelope, addressed to her. Ginny Weasley was written in fancy, curly black letters. She savagely ripped it open and read the short letter.
Virginia,
I hope you are comfortable in your room. If there is anything you need, you will find a small bell beside the fireplace. Ring it and one of our house-elves will come to your aid. I have your wand with me and I haven't destroyed it. I will be by soon to check on you.
~Draco Malfoy
Ginny read it again, anger boiling in her stomach. Comfortable? Sure, she was comfortable, who wouldn't be in this luxurious room? But honestly, it was like she was caged.
"Oh good," she said aloud. "He hasn't destroyed my wand. How thoughtful!" Reeling, she tossed the letter in the fire and watched it burn. She hated him. Oh, god, how she hated him.
~*~
Draco approached the solid wooden door, the one in the hall that had no handle. He opened it with a confusing spell from his wand. He entered the room to see two out of the five torches burning on the walls and the fire smoldering away into a pile of ashes. He looked over to the bed to see a figure sprawled out among the messy covers.
He approached her softly and watched her sleep. She was on her back, her head turned, her red hair spilling out in a mass of waves over the white pillow. Her chest rose softly with breath and he could see she was still wearing her jeans. Obviously she hadn't thought of opening the dresser to find some more clothes.
His heart ached as he stared at her. Her finger curled a bit on the sheet, her eyelashes were dark and fluttered softly at one point. Her body, still thin and beautiful, had this amazing power he was drawn too. She had no visible flaw.
But suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she turned her head to face him. He felt like he could dive into her eyes.
"Malfoy!"
"Hello, Ginny."
She sat up and clutched the covers to her chest, then noticed she was still wearing her shirt and let them drop. She glared at him.
How cute she was when she was mad.
"I'd like some kind of explanation why I am here in this random room without my wand and WHY THE HELL was I...abducted last night? Kidnapped! I was kidnapped, goddammit, Malfoy, by you, you ass!"
He smiled a bit. "Ginny, it wasn't my choice. I wouldn't if I could have chosen."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, right, so you're suddenly Mr. Perfect with all the right intentions. Yeah, well you know what? NO. Bloody Hell! I still haven't freaking forgiven you since you left me when I was fifteen. I hated you for that. You broke my little heart. I ran crying to Will and he actually cared, so I stayed with him. I hoped you'd remember about me! Maybe you'd write over the summer, but no, clearly I wasn't a 'significant other', I was just your little whore, there at your beck and call."
She took a deep breath and Draco, who was quite horrified at what she was saying, saw the tears welling in her eyes.
"I tried to stand up against you, Draco!" she continued. "I really did, but you had completely taken over me, like you had the damn Imperius curse on me or something! Shit, I was lost in my life! I'd do anything for you! But were you the same way? No! Of course not, you were still off screwing Pansy and all your other little Slytherin girls who crawled after you and all the boys in your wake wanted to do what you were doing, they wanted to be like you, mighty Draco, the hottest boy alive-"
"Ginny."
"SHUT UP don't you DARE interrupt me!" The tears were spilling down her reddening cheeks now. "I've wanted to say this for years, now."
"Well don't."
She glared at him. "And why not?"
"Because I know what you're saying. I-"
"Where's Will?" she interrupted. Draco frowned.
"Listen to me."
"NO! Why should I? You never listen to me. Did you harm Will? Did you hurt him? Harry? Percy? Fred or George or ANYONE?" she screamed.
"Shit, Ginny, listen! I was an asshole when I was sixteen! I was just using you, yeah, I think you knew that! Well, now you do anyways. But now you're here for a different reason. Now, I'm just a puppet on the stage that my father and Vol-You-Know-Who have created. They're using me now, just someone to carry out their little plans. I didn't have a choice. Sure, I've tortured Muggles and those witches and wizards born by them, that's the way I am! So now you know. But please, listen..."
His voice trailed off as he stared at her. She stared at him.
Silence engulfed them for a moment as they glared at each other. She didn't like hating him. It was so easy, but it was painful, too. And he didn't like lying to her. She saw right through him.
"Did you ever get married?" she whispered. He hated her for changing the subject but he went along with it.
"No. I was too busy."
"With what? Being evil?"
"Yeah."
"Why? No one was vying for your love?"
He shrugged his shoulders. Ginny suddenly noticed how strong they were beneath his shirt. "Yeah, I had a bunch of girlfriends." He grinned suddenly. "But I didn't really like any of them."
She smiled. How different she suddenly looked, how beautiful. "But you took time out of your busy life to stalk me." She said. He laughed.
"Why do you think I did that?"
"Because you couldn't get me out of your head, you damn fool."
His grin widened as he leaned closer towards her. She smelled good.
"Wow, you're good at this, aren't you?"
Her anger melted. She remembered that feeling. Will had never really spurred it up. "Guess so." And then she kissed him. She did it first. Right on the lips. Soft little kisses in succession, warming him up. Soon he returned them.
Slowly, as if trying to remember how to do something he had long forgotten, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. Still she kissed him. His lips, still smiling slightly, moved to her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her forehead, her closed eyelids, her chin, her ears, her neck. She giggled like she was fifteen again and buried her face in the crook between her neck and shoulder.
"What about Will?" he whispered in her ear as he pulled away after another ten minutes of heate snogging.
She just looked up at him, completely captivated, her red lips curling into a smile. "I'm sorry, Will, really, I am." Then she laughed. "I hope he heard that." He laughed too and leaned forward again, pressing his lips on the flesh below her neck on her chest.
There was along, content pause as he just marveled at everything about her and she just wondered how his eyes could look so exactly like ice. She kissed him again and again and again, not wanting to stop, ever, even if the world walked in and saw them.
"Hey, remember that time I found your whore-sheet and then I made you kiss me perfectly to make up for it?"
Still kissing her chest, he laughed. "Yeah, that was pretty lame. On your part."
She shrieked, pushing him away. For a moment he was horrified but then saw she was laughing still.
"What? The kiss was lame on my part?" He burst into laughter at this and shook his head.
"No! No, that's not what I said, I meant...oh, never mind."
Her smile ebbed slightly and she sat up a bit. He backed away, still sitting on the bed, eying her.
"You leaving me was slightly lame on your part, Draco." His stare hardened, his eyes narrowing.
"Look, haven't we talked enough about that? I'm sorry, I-"
"You know you don't mean it." His jaw dropped.
"What the hell? Ginny, no, listen-" But just then, Draco heard voices. Ginny heard them too. They froze, eyes snapping open. Footsteps in the hall. Draco sat up and sprang off the bed, wiping off his lips. Ginny stuffed herself under the sheets and lay down, pretending to be asleep. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
Lucius Malfoy entered, his cane banging loudly on the floor. Ginny didn't know whether she should pretend to wake up from the noise or continue. She looked over at Draco who shook his head slightly. She shut her eyes.
"Draco."
"Yes, father?"
Lucius scanned the room. He saw Ginny's 'sleeping' form. "She's there, I presume?"
"Yes, father."
"Good. You did a wonderful job taking her last night."
"Yes."
"Now come with me. I need to talk with you." He paused. "In private."
Draco reluctantly followed his father out of the room, leaving Ginny to stare at the wall.
~*~
Draco followed his father through the long hallways, twisting around, through endless corridors and up three flights of stairs, down another. Finally they entered into a dimly lit room with chairs in a tight circle. Light from an invisible source flickered in the room. Draco saw his Lord sitting in one of the chairs. Draco had learned long ago not to fear the horrible face, the paper-white skin, the red eyes with vertical pupils like that of a cat.
Abnormally long, bony fingers curled on the arm of the chair as Voldemort straightened in his seat a bit, the silken black folds of his robes rustling.
"Lucius. I presume she's here, in our custody." The chilling voice filled the air, scratched at the walls. It would make anyone but a Death Eater cringe.
"She is, my Lord. She is asleep."
The horrible, thin, colorless lips arched into some disgusting smile. "Very good." The face turned to Draco. "I remember when I had power over her. My spirit, me as a young boy, in a diary." It smiled again. "She confided in me. I had her do whatever I wished. What an obedient little child...it's a shame she'll be killed now." Draco clenched his teeth together, his jaw hardening, his eyes narrowing.
"We're killing her?"
"Certainly. But not yet. I want to see how her dear loved ones react. I'll harm her, perhaps with pain, perhaps with power over her. Maybe with blindness, immobility, loss of all senses..." Draco stared on in horror. Had it not been with Ginny, he would be laughing at the intelligence of it all. Now he was frightened. For her.
Lucius spoke. "We've been keeping track of her husband, Will Johnson. He found out about her disappearance yesterday and is completely insane, searching everywhere. Of course they haven't found a trace yet. Percy, the oldest Weasley and the damn Minister is using all the technology he can muster. Remember, it is he we are targeting. We want to weaken the Ministry. Everyone wants to help. Harry Potter's working too. But of course they won't succeed."
Voldemort smiled again. "No, of course they won't. Who ever has?"
~*~
Ginny sat in one of the chairs, plucking at a stray string from the hem of her pants. She was getting sick of being completely lost, completely in his power. She wanted to go home. Suddenly she missed Will with a horrible aching feeling and she whimpered, burying her face in her knees. Loneliness hovered over her like a great black cloud.
There weren't any windows in the room, so she couldn't see the sunlight. The clock on the mantelpiece said it was two in the morning. Draco had come in three hours ago and left one hour later. She had been sitting in this soft chair for another hour. Boredom clawed at her mind as she jiggled her foot, humming a tune she made up when she forgot the rest. She stood, roamed around the room, over to the desk. She pulled it open. An empty wand box lay dejected on the dusty wooden surface, along with rolled pieces of parchment, ink, paper, seals, but nothing else.
Finally, he came.
The door creaked open and she turned around to see Draco sneak in and shut it behind him. He turned around and saw her, smiling slightly. She didn't return it. Putting her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Draco, tell me why I'm here. I won't take no for an answer. You will tell me why you took me, if you have hurt anyone, and when I'm going to leave." He sighed and walked over, sitting on the couch. She remained standing. "Tell me."
"Fine." She raised her eyebrows. Wow, that didn't take long. "You're here to weaken the Ministry. We all know you're an Unspeakable, but we don't know what you do. And you're valuable to your brother. He'll do anything to rescue you. Maybe even forfeit what we need to bring our Lord back to full power. You know how that damn Potter took his entire power away from him two years ago, when the War pretty much stopped while you all waited for him to return. Well, he's almost back. He needs something, but I won't tell you what. You can get it for me. I won't tell you how, not yet.
"So you're here for multiple reasons. But don't think you'll be getting away any time soon." He had stared at her this entire time, and she glared back.
"But you haven't hurt anyone else."
He shrugged cruelly. "Maybe."
She screamed, stomping her foot on the ground. "TELL ME, DAMNIT!" He almost laughed at her. She wanted to shoot him right then. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Probably not." He seemed to smirk at her again. He watched her fume, and then she stopped.
"I need to take a shower, Malfoy." He nodded and pointed to a door in the wall that was definitely not there before. She was certain of it. Shooting him a last poison-filled glance, she marched into it, to find a gorgeous white bathroom with a large, royal shower area with everything she needed. Without a pause, she ripped off her dirty clothes and marched into it, turning on the shower. It was only when the steaming water was pouring over her body when she broke down and began to sob.
~*~
She came out in a black tank-top silk nightgown that went down to her knees, her long, wet hair in dark waves around her shoulders, her bare feet padding along the carpet. He stared at her, watching the way she moved with a slightly perverted eye, as she slowly brushed out her hair. Then she crawled into the bed, pulling the covers up high to her chin.
"Turn off the light, Malfoy."
"Good night to you, too."
"And don't try anything on me while I'm sleeping or I'll hate you forever." She paused. "Not like I won't already, anyways."
"Good night."
"Go to hell."
He turned off the light.
~*~
Authors Note- Wow. Seven pages. I hope you all enjoyed that. If there wasn't enough snogging, there will be, but with twists. Ha. Not perverted twists you freaks. Anyways, leave a review. OH OH. Please, PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA for how I should incorporate her being an Unspeakable into the PLOT please PLEASE put it in your review OR EVEN BETTER email me at star.clare@verizon.net. I'd really appreciate it and I'd give you massive credit for it, because my creativity cells are being killed by my stupidity cells and thus I cannot think. Thanks! ~Clare