a/n; alright, I'm finally starting to use some of the French I was tortured with during school so just so you all know, monsieur is not pronounced mon-sieur it's mih-sieur. Just something that drives me nuts.
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Last Time: Her breathing quickened, until she remembered. Her body went limp. Confused, Draco looked up into her drooping face. No expression. Her eyes open, breathing steady.
"Ginny? Ginny?" He shook her with no result. Slowly he propped her against the wall with only his hands on her shoulders, her feet touching the floor. He looked her in the eyes, lightly tapping her cheek. "Ginny? Wake up. Wake UHHHHH!"
Draco dropped to the floor, clutching his crotch in pain. Curled in a ball of pain, he watched her run down the hall. Nice ass Weaslette, you little bitch.
Chapter 4
"Ginny?"
"Hm?" Ginny looked around to find Dean staring at her with concern. "What?"
"I've been saying your name for the past five minutes," he looked back at the clock, "literally."
"Sorry, I've got a lot on my mind."
"Is Draco still bugging you? I can take him. And if I can't, I know Harry wouldn't mind helping."
"Thanks Dean but I've got that under control. Don't worry about it."
"Its not that, its more… Gin? Why do you keep going out at night?"
Ginny stared into Dean's face (more like into space) as she really thought about it. Finally her eyes focused in on his. "I don't know Dean. I really don't know."
"Can I come with you next time?"
"I don't think there'll be a next time Dean. In fact," she stood up stretching, "I think I'll go to bed."
"Wait Gin. Can I talk to you for a minute longer." He pleaded his hand gripping her arm.
She rolled her eyes as she turned in a complete circle and plopped in the chair across from Dean. "Shoot."
"Well you only go out on certain nights."
"And?"
"Well, you always go out on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays."
"What's your point Dean?"
He continued nervously, "Well I talked to Hermione and she said that there are three prefects with any of those nights and that there's one person that has all three of them."
"Again, what's your point?"
"Draco Malfoy has those three nights."
"You're ridiculous Dean." She heaved herself out of her chair and headed toward her dormitory.
"Wait! Gin! Come on! I didn't mean to—Gin!"
Stupid Dean, can't stand him one minute… or one day really … then can't get enough of him the next minute.
"Gin? Are you okay?" Ginny lifted her face from its burrow in her fluffy pillow to look into the big brown eyes of Hermione.
"Yeah, just a little frustrated with Dean. He thinks I'm cheating on him. Moron. With Malfoy of all people!" Hermione sat down on the edge of Ginny's bed as Ginny flipped over on her back.
"Well you have been acting strange lately so I don't blame him for being suspicious."
"I know. But its only 'cause I don't like him anymore. I'm not cheating on him." Hermione looked at Ginny for a moment in utter confusion.
"If you don't like him anymore then why are you still going out with him?"
"I don't know. I've felt like it has been over for a while but I've just never officially ended it. …" She looked up at the top of her four-poster for a minute before hopping up and running down to the common room.
"Ginny? Look, I'm really sorry. I didn—"
"Dean, it doesn't matter any more, 'cause we're not together anymore."
"Wait! What? Ginny! Don't! Come on!" Ginny ran back up to her dormitory, ignoring him yet again as he stood helpless at the bottom of the stairs screaming up to her.
"What was that?" Hermione asked looking worried.
"That was the end of my relationship. Thank you for bringing that to my attention Hermione. Did Ron tell you about when he caught us making out in an abandoned corridor? I actually had to make out with him to prove to him I still liked him. I don't think I've liked him since we got back to school." She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes closed for the calming darkness.
"Why would he think you were with Malfoy in the first place?"
"Dean walked in on Draco sexually harassing me, and he thought that Draco was serious when he said, "Now, where were we?"" Ginny said mocking Draco's low, suave voice.
"Are you sure nothing's going on then? You do go out every night he has patrol."
"Great so you think I'm having a fling with Draco too?"
"Since when do you call Malfoy by his first name?"
"What does it matter? You can't really think that I'm with him?"
Hermione gave her a look of apology. Ginny stared in disbelief.
"I can't believe you." Their brown eyes met for a brief moment before Ginny stormed out.
Why is everyone so stupid? Why the hell would I be with Draco? And what the hell was Nakasha talking about? He's not gonna rape me and I'm sure as hell not going to be willing to have sex with that stupid fuck.
She slowed down as she realized she was alone. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the solitude. This really is nice. Why can't Malfoy stay out of my way every night? What day is it? She thought for a moment before she realized it was Sunday. Good, no Dean, no Hermione, and definitely no Draco… God damn it!
"Just when I was beginning to feel safe."
"Shut up Weaslette."
"Oh! Thank Merlin." Ginny said with glee when she noticed the two timid blondes walking behind him. "Oh, poor dears. Is he trying to rape you?"
"Shut up Ginny this isn't the time."
Somehow, she felt hurt. But didn't dare let it show. "Fine with me, Monsieur. Please do continue." She said with a mock bow as she stepped out of his way.
He began to walk away, but seemed to think better of it and stopped in front of her, a smirk forming on his face. "Do stick around though, I'll need you after tonight." He bent down to kiss her on the cheek. "Bu-bye, Love."
Ginny glared at him as he left, a smirk still on his pasty face. Jackass.
"Mind if I join you?"
Ginny jumped when she heard the voice. "Where the hell did you come from?"
"I've been here for a while. I see you're warming up to him."
"You call that warming up to someone? Wow, you must really be anti social."
"I wouldn't think so. I am married."
"YOU'RE WHAT?" Ginny looked at Nakasha in total shock. "You couldn't be more than what… 16, 17-years-old?"
"So? See this?" She pulled down her hood and traced a hand down her sliver tattoo. "This binds me to him forever, literally" There seemed to be a flicker of sadness in her voice, but so faint Ginny was sure she imagined it. "Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. May I join you?"
"Of course." Why am I so inviting to her? She is pretty creepy. So? Doesn't mean she's not a good person. I still can't believe she married! "So what do you want to talk about?" Ginny asked as she continued down the hall.
"Draco."
"Can't I have one conversation that doesn't involve him?"
"We can talk later, but I think it quite important to speak of this to you now."
"Alright then, might as well get this out of the way."
"Draco's pretty stressed out. He was going to work on something, for my father actually."
"Ha ha ha!" Nakasha stared at Ginny surprise as she burst out in hysterical laughter. "Is your father Voldemort? Stupid Harry thinks Draco's a Death Eater! He's such a moron. Like the Dark Lord would have a sixteen-year-old git as a Death Eater."
Nakasha only stared at her.
"Sorry, I – I was only saying." She said her expression sobered.
"It's fine. As you know his father is in Azkaban, by doing my father this favor he hopes to free him. Of course my father never said anything and has no intention of freeing him. He does not know this and you will not tell him. Do you understand?" Ginny nodded, unsure of how to take this. "Draco seems to be enjoying your little … thing, call it what you will, especially the struggle. Something about it excites him, the little pervert." Ginny just stood there.
So this entire time I've been turning him on? That's the complete opposite! God damn can't he be normal in any way?
"It seems to be the only thing that stops him from, well stopping." Nakasha continued. "What he's doing is really important, and I can't have him quitting. So, if I may, I ask you to keep coming out late on his patrol nights. It would help a lot."
"Okay wait. Before you were being logical, but this is just retarded. You want me to keep getting sexually harassed so that he doesn't stop working on some stupid thing for your father?"
"Well you've got everything except for the stupid part right."
"And why would I do that?" Nakasha looked into Ginny's eyes for a minute.
"I must leave soon. I understand your concern. In return you may ask any favor of me you wish. Do not underestimate my abilities when I say this. You may have almost anything you want, and I mean anything literally. Do you understand?" Her voice was sharp, quick, and urgent.
Anything? Well… I could… but she did say almost anything…"Anything?" her reply was a curt nod, which Ginny returned. Nakasha whipped around, walking briskly down the hall.
"What the hell is up with that girl?"
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CRASH! "FUCK!" Draco stormed out of the room motioning for his quite feminine looking cronies to follow. "Stupid fuck can't even give proper directions."
"Um, Draco?" asked a disturbingly high pitched voice.
"WHAT!" He whipped around. His expression changed from anger to utter confusion. "Which one are you?"
"Goyle, Draco. Um, weren't you supposed to meet that girl around now?" Goyle began to recoil when he seemed to anger Draco but resumed his slouch when Draco's evil grin appeared.
"Yes, I supposed I am. You two go back down, I'll be back later. Don't wait for me this time." He walked to the end of the corridor and turned left. Guess my works not done yet… he thought his evil grin widening. Now where is that little wench?
He walked back to the corridor where they met last, no Ginny. Then to the third floor bathroom, still no Ginny. Where the fuck is she? He slammed a fist into the wall, breaking some of the decaying tiles, sending an echo of the shattering tile throughout the room.
"Who's there?" asked a sobbing voice.
"Myrtle?" The little ghost floated through her little stall to see Draco.
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?" He asked careful of what he said not wanting to waste any time.
"No. Just crying about my death. I'm fine. You?" She asked her voice never rising or dropping from its irritatingly high squeak.
"Actually I'm looking for someone." He sounded charming, trying his best to make this as quick as possible.
"Oh? Who?"
"Ginny Weasley. I know she's up so I've been looking for her so I can give her detention."
"Oh! That wretched girl!"
"How so?" Draco's curiosity got the better of him as he asked. What's the little brat done this time?
"She's the one who threw the book through my head and kept coming in here when that chamber was opened. Wretched little girl!"
"Do you think you could help me find her? I can give her extra detention for that!" He said sounding appalled and excited to give the extra punishment in Myrtle's honor.
"Of course!" Suddenly filled with purpose, Myrtle flew through the wall.
"Ha ha!" Draco screamed after she left. "I'll get the little shit this time."
Myrtle wasn't gone long, having raced everywhere as fast as her little wispy soul would go.
"I found her! She's in the Astronomy Tower!"
His 'smile' returned as he spoke. "You're an angel." She would have blushed if not for her absence of blood and cheeks of flesh. He turned and ran up to the tower.
He slowed as he neared the stairs to the tower. Slowly, quietly he walked up the stairs and to his delight the door was open. He walked out into the freezing night, getting closer and closer to Ginny. She was leaning over the edge looking out onto the grounds.
"Reminiscing my love?" He asked wrapping his arms around her.
"No. Just feeling bad for those girls." She made no move to get out from under him, her voice was still, emotionless, as though interrupted from her thinking and not quite back in the physical world.
"Jealous Weasley?" His face nuzzling into her neck.
"No. Who are they? I've never seen them before." She asked suspicious.
"Do you know everyone at this school then?"
"No. Jackass. Ever heard of curiosity?" She asked finally returning to reality.
"Why yes I have. In fact," he lifted his head to whisper in her ear, "I know you're little secret."
"Oh yeah? And what's that?" she asked skeptically.
"You opened the Chamber of Secrets."
Silence surrounded them. Ginny dare not speak as the shock coursed through her mind. "How do you know about that?" Her voice low and dark as her evil thoughts returned, the mental scars effecting her thinking. Blood, faces contorting in pain, millions of images flashing through her mind. She clutched her wrist to her chest.
"A little fake charm and that stupid, whiny little ghost will tell you anything. So, Weaslette, why aren't you expelled?"
"Because I was possessed." Her voice was flat. Draco backed off as she seemed to turn to ice in his arms. She turned to face him, her eyes seeming darker, filled with suppressed blood lust.
"Yes, yes, but how is that possible? The only living heir to Salazar Slytherin is the Dark Lord. So how would he have gotten here and into your pretty little head?"
"Thank you for the complement, and you know he came into my head through that little book your father slipped into my school things. Now, do be so kind as to get the fuck out of my way." She push on his chest. Draco kept his balance with a little difficulty, she seemed stronger, and made it more painful with her nails digging into his, luckily, cloth covered flesh.
"Aww… I'm sorry, am I too strong for the little Weaslette?"
Her eyes filled with malice. "Get out of my way Draco!"
"I don't think I will." He said, her sudden gloomy nature not having effected him enough. Wrapping his arms around her more securely he carried her to the writing desk behind him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Put me down!" Her eyes glaring into the ice blue blizzard of his.
His hands ran up thighs, she suddenly felt the rough inside material of her skirt rubbing against her bottom. Stupid bastard…
Her eyes widened as she felt his lips against hers. Everything suddenly felt strange…
Clink… a sound echoed softly through her mind.
Her eyes closed as she pressed savagely into the kiss, holding his face to hers as her tongue battled with his.
His eyes opened, looking around nervously, unsure of what to do with this new Ginny. Soon he was on the table, Ginny straddling his waist, massaging away his unease with her hips grinding into his. His shirt, gone, his pants became an annoyance, as she attempted to rip them off while trying to choke him with her tongue.
"GINNY!"
"OH COME ON! MUST YOU RUIN EVERYTHING, MUDDBLOOD!"
Their yelling was an echo in her mind as Ginny blinked, taking in her situation; on top of Draco, his shirt gone, his pants unbuttoned and unzipped ready to be ripped off, her underwear no where to be seen, her face pressed against his.
"GINNY!" Ginny blinked at the sudden change to brown eyes looking into her face.
"Yes?" She asked dreamily.
"What are you doing!"
"Whatever she wants Granger! Now let her be!" He screamed sitting up to better his position. Ginny could feel his hands creeping up her thighs as she looked into his evil, lust filled eyes.
There was screaming in her ears as lips were pressed against hers, something prominent stabbing between her thighs. Her breath deepened as it quickened, she pressed in closer, but everything went rigid as she felt herself being lifted into the air.
"GODDAMN IT! YOU STUPID MUDDBLOOD!"
Ginny felt the ground beneath her feet, it took her a minute to regain her balance. She looked up to see Hermione's big brown eyes looking sadly into hers.
"Ginny? What the hell were you doing?"
Draco pushed her aside as he advanced upon Ginny again. She felt his breath lightly against her ear as his lips moved, whispering into her ear. His hands caressing her body. "Don't listen to her. I can make you feel pleasure like you never thought possible."
"I – Why is everything so blurry?" Who said that? Blackness clouded her mind, leaving only the image of his startling blue eyes imprinted in her mind.
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"What are you doing here?"
"Wondering why I didn't get the deal, you should know that. I hear Michael got more than his share out of it as well. Happy with your new hubby?"
"Leave now, Greyback."
"Aw… is little Nakasha mad? Going to hang some unborn children from their umbilical cords again?"
"I was five, I've matured. Now leave before I make sure your punished well for your disobedience."
"Aw, little Nakasha, don't be that way." His said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I do hope you remember you're a werewolf. Werewolves die, Vampires don't." Her expression was smooth and unchanging.
"Vampires can be killed too, sweetheart." His horrid face contorted with malice.
"Some of them. If you remember there are a select few who can't." An ever so slight smirk rested upon her lips.
"Michael's coven." He recalled with hatred drowning every word.
"Now why would my father prefer Michael over you? I can't think why. Maybe because you're a pathetic unreliable pervert." He snarled at her. "Your only a werewolf on full moons moron. Now leave. If you haven't figured it out you hardly matter." She turned to leave.
"How would you're father feel if he knew what you were doing?"
"And what am I doing? Fenrir?"
He only glared at her.
"Just as I thought, all talk and no bite." Their faces were close, electric hatred surging between them. Irritated, she walked away, bored with the whole conversation. "Do me a favor. Next time you call a meeting, make sure you have a point."
"You little bitch!" He roared stalking her.
"Yes, yes. Go run and eat a child you festering shit." She mumbled under her breath.
"Heh! Maybe I will, but I want to deal with you first." He grabbed her arm, which he soon regretted. Faster than he could comprehend, Nakasha spun around slashing his throat with a silver dagger. On his knees, he held his neck with one hand, groping for his wand with the other, while doing his best to gather air into his lungs unaccompanied by streams of blood.
Blood cascaded down his neck, staining the front of his robes. He held bits of loose flesh between his fingers. He pointed his wand at his neck, while Nakasha examined the blood and flesh on her blade. She pressed her tongue to the blade cleaning off the fresh blood, spitting out the little pieces of skin.
"Don't fuck with me Fenrir." He got up and glared at her after having fixed his neck.
"You talked your father into that deal! You've always had a thing for that damn vampire! What's wrong with me?"
"Besides the fact that you're a disgusting old pervert?"
"Oh please! If anything you'd be the cradle robber! You're decades older than me."
"My age is unchanging. The dead don't age. Was this what you came here to complain about?" She continued when he said nothing. "Pathetic. Try taking it up with my father if you're so furious! Not that he'd change his mind. You'll have your little sect. Be content! Now leave." She turned around walking swiftly back through the forest.
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Ginny blinked at the bright white of the room, a little ways away was a little crowd of floating red and beneath that a blur of different colors. Faint voices reached her ears, every word growing more clear than the last. Finally after minutes of laying in a blurred world of conversation she couldn't seem to process, her vision cleared.
"Mum?" Someone whipped around, then raced to the bed, clutching her in an air tight hug.
"Oh my poor baby! Are you alright? Oh my poor dear!"
"I'm okay, Mum. Seriously." She felt relieved when she was removed from the crevasses of her mother's body. She looked around her bed to see Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and her father all looking truly angered but faking cheeriness.
In the corner of her eye she saw something move. She craned her neck to look over her brother's shoulder to see… "Draco?" He merely stopped, not looking up at her.
"Mum? What's he doing here?" She said disgusted. Stupid pervert.
"Well dear he helped you. He carried you in to the Hospital Wing a few nights ago."
"I've been here a few nights! What the hell happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"No." She said confused.
"Well, you came with Hermione on her patrol route, because apparently you've been taking little strolls at night anyway. You both saw Malfoy out of bed, you got in an argument, as usual, and something happened that the wall torch fell, hitting you on the head. Hermione couldn't carry you so Malfoy did." As she spoke very sketchy images dripped through her mind.
"Yeah… I think I remember now." Draco glared at the floor over in the corner.
"May I leave now?" Draco asked, irritated.
"Yes." Molly replied glaring at him, as he walked out as fast he could.
"I hate him." Ginny said glaring at the door through which he had departed.
"Yes dear, we all do." Arthur finally said, glaring at his daughter.
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"Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nakasha bore into his eyes.
"YOU FUCKED WITH HER HEAD! YOU STUPID LITTLE SHIT! I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!"
"Well how the hell was I supposed to know that would fuck with her? You should of told me!" She pushed him away in disgust.
"You don't think mentioning her little fiasco in first year would fuck with her? Let me tell you something so you don't fuck up again!" She whipped around, grasping his chin in her hand, nails digging into his face. "Her memory was changed. They fucked with it to make her think that she was kidnapped by the real culprit, who they made into a fictional student. When the true memory is provoked to surface she becomes a twisted, morbid, evil demon and we need that Draco!
"We need her mind to fester, to squirm until its more powerful than anything you've ever seen. You're father may have told you a little something about that book, but you, nor your father, have any idea what it did to her mind. So please either leave her alone or don't mention anything of last night or her first year!"
"So, I can still toy with her?" Draco's eye's brightened with lust. Nakasha sighed looking down at the floor.
"Everything's the same as it was before, the only difference is you know what not to say. So in every way, we're better off than we were before, so I see no reason for you to stop. I am going to check her mind for anything that might trigger something by accident. So don't until I say it's safe."
"Thank you. You always were reasonable."
"And I still am. Now go before I rip out your throat."
"You seem to be doing that a lot lately."
"OUT!"
Stupid Draco! He always fucks things up one way or another. She slammed down into her chair. Thoughts racing. So many things to think about, so many things to deal with, so many to keep tack of and separate.
Stupid Michael… Nakasha stared into her vanity mirror, tracing her new tattoo with a delicate finger. Could've just asked me
Now really? You would've ripped my head off, literally.
I see you can read my thoughts all the time now.
Only when you want them to be like before, but its hard to keep a secret from your spouse.
Yeah I've noticed. Why didn't you ask me.
Didn't I already answer that?
I would not have ripped off your head! And does that damn classical music play in your head all the time?
No… I just heard they play it to soothe wild beasts… is it working?
You're a fucking prat!
Go easy on that hair brush. I'm sure it wants to get back to its wife and family.
Not if its like ours.
Don't be sad.
I'm not asshole!
Well, not anymore. You can't hide emotion from me. You know what happens when two people are bound with a unicorn horn statuette.
Nakasha looked into her mirror as if Michael's face would suddenly appear. She sighed when nothing but her sad reflection looked back at her. What did he trade me for?
I don't know what –
Yes you do Michael!
There was no response, only an odd, sad pulse of emotion in her mind.
Tell me!
He didn't want the deal to go to Greyback, and I didn't want some stupid brat in my coven. Besides, if I hadn't done it through him he would've tortured me till I wanted death thus making you and every other vampire suffer physically.
For a slight second, she thought she felt her heart beat. So were you thinking about you or me when you thought this through?
You…stupid little girl… I hate you…
Now Michael… you know you can't lie to your wife. A little chuckle sounded through her mind, warming her cold, pulse-less body.
'Night my little Ravenna…
'Night… mon oiseau…
She suddenly felt cold in part of her mind, the connection severed. Fondly, lightly she stroked her brush, a tear falling on its varnished red wood.
A/N; PLEASE! REVIEW! Doesn't matter if you have an account or not, it helps a lot for inspiration! Hope this is good enough, and that my French is all correct. I don't know how I got into Honors French this year, guess my last teacher's retarded, as well as one of the most foul beings on the planet, with her weird gurgling and swallowing, and basically licking her chin in the middle of a sentence… buuuuggh… w/e that's something I had to deal with not you, lucky bastards. I have very few ideas for the next chapter so suggestions are totally cool! Of course to give a suggestion you'd have to REVIEW! By the way mon oiseau means my bird, and if you can't pronounce it, then too bad, cuz I can't think of how to type it phonetically.
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