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Chapter 9 – The article

Draco and Ginevra repaired the wall together adding more curses as they combined their knowledge. Draco was amazed at the extent of Ginevra's catalogue of curses and spells. She shrugged at his surprise,

"I lived with six brothers, I always had to be a step ahead of them and to do that I read all I could about the ancient dark and light magic. Of course nothing too dark, my family is purely light."

Draco snorted as he looked at her, "Not anymore little one, you have a darkness in you, which we Slytherins will do our utmost to bring out in you." Frowning slightly at his words, Ginevra didn't know whether she was ready to embrace all the Slytherin qualities. It was true that they were all children of death-eaters, but none of them were branded. This however, did not mean they were on the side of the light. They all dabbled in dark magic and felt its pull was too powerful to overcome. She didn't know if she could do that, she knew she was too innocent to be in Slytherin.

Wondering at the frown on her face, Draco surmised that she must be tired as she had had a long day. Giving her a hand up, he led her to her chamber, she hadn't seen it yet. He was excited to see her reaction; he had given the house-elves strict orders on how to decorate it for her as soon as Dumbledore had agreed to the house change.

He opened the door for her and waited with bated breath to see if she liked it. As Ginevra stepped into her new chamber she felt a sense of nostalgia at having to give up her own rooms but was grateful that she was near Draco and no longer alone. Becoming aware of the room, she saw that Draco had enchanted it. Her room did not look like a normal bed chamber. The walls were all mixtures of dark green shades, looking up at the ceiling it had been charmed like the Great Hall's but even darker. It was an endless black sky with swirls of navy and royal blue floating through it, and a full moon shining in the corner. There were hardly any stars; the whole atmosphere of the room was rather chilling and sombre. She loved it, but what astonished her was that Draco had had her old bed transported, and added a few touches to it. The circular bed was raised a few more inches of the ground but was still the centrepiece of the chamber. All around its wooden base and frame were branches of dark ivy wrapping itself around the bed, and a canopy of ivy hung over the bed, allowing a magical curtain to drape and hang over the bed.

Speechless, Ginevra turned to Draco who had been anxiously waiting for some kind of reaction, as the silence continued he started to fret even more, he knew it had been a bad idea. Ginevra flung her arms around him and embraced him with all her might. Stumbling back at the suddenness of her actions, they fell onto her bed, Ginevra on top of him. Not letting go of him, she snuggled against him, happily unaware of his growing desire. Merlin, he couldn't anger her again. Looking down he saw her smile and then felt her pleasure as her magic flowed through their embrace. Draco realised that she did not know that it was happening, but her pleasure was intense. Stroking her hair, Draco sighed with relief, "I'm glad you like your room, Ginevra, I took the idea from your old room, and I gathered from your walls, what colours you like, however if you decide to change them the room will automatically change in accordance." Gripping him tighter, Ginevra looked into his eyes, and he saw something else apart from desire in her eyes. Not knowing what to do, he just stared back as they both edged their faces closer together. Almost tasting her sweet breath, their eyes were still locked together, Draco could hardly breathe.

The door flung open, as Blaise stormed in. Flinging herself off him, Ginevra walked towards Blaise, luckily he'd been too busy reading whatever was in his hands to pay attention to what had been happening on the bed.

"Draco, we need to go! They have screwed up yet again, some prat has blabbed to the Daily Prophet there will be an article tomorrow morning, probably front page news, and we can't let that happen!" Finally looking up he doubled at the sight of the room, then pulled Ginevra closer to him and kissed her gently on the lips, "Its definitely you my dear," Ginevra smirked and kissed him lightly back. It was all she needed, how could she have nearly kissed Draco, she had seen the fear in his eyes in case she erupted again, she just needed Blaise, he sated her lust!

Draco still nervous about that moment on the bed saw Ginevra kiss Blaise, well obviously she wasn't affected by it, but there had been that look in her eyes, pushing it out of his mind he tried to concentrate on more pressing matters.

Transforming his robes into smart dark blue business robes, Blaise did the same but kept his black with red stitching. Seeing them become the entrepreneurs they had to be in order to keep a luxurious lifestyle, expand their vaults, and still be the richest families in the wizarding world, Ginevra transformed her robes into the dark Slytherin green business robes. Her hair was swept up with a few tendrils hanging, and her make-up au-natural, luckily her charm hadn't worn off yet.

Staring at Ginevra, Blaise started, "No you don't Ginevra, this is our business, you can stay here or with the others in the Common Room," Draco nodded in agreement.

Both felt a change in the room, and turned to see her power begin to blaze, at a loss, Draco pleaded with her to calm down.

"Be quiet, Draco, this does concern me, I am guessing that the article will be featuring me, and my new found 'dark' magic, you and I both know that the Tom Riddle escapade will be dug up again, and I don't want to be feared by everyone or seen as some freak of nature. We will sort this out together; you are forgetting that you two are no longer the only leaders of this house. You, yourself, Draco named me the Slytherin Princess, the house have sworn their loyalty to me and you cannot stop me." She saw that they were both slightly nervous and absorbed her magic, leaving no trace around her body. Blaise and Draco came to their senses as they realised that all she was doing was reiterating the truth.

I guess we have to take her then; she's left us no choice, do you think we will be able to keep her in check, look how easily her power ignites.

We have no other option Blaise. Sighing, Draco walked into their sitting room and was about to grab the floo powder when he thought of something.

Blaise, do you think Ginevra is listening to us? Can you sense her, she's talked to me through Legilimency twice before, why isn't she reacting?

Maybe she doesn't know we are communicating though I thought she was ignorant of the art, wait when she blocked us she had also mastered the art of occulumency, where did her knowledge come from.

Both were staring at Ginevra strangely, and she wondered what was going on when she clicked, they were talking to each other. They kept staring at her, she smirked. They were trying to think of how she had talked back to them, it was obvious by their confused expressions. Thinking of all the fun she could have she just lifted her eyebrow and scornfully said,

"Don't you think we have other more important things to worry about then why I can talk to you in your mind?" Both nodded dumbly as they were confused to how she had heard them when they couldn't even sense her. She smiled to herself, boys, they never thought of the obvious. When she had replied to Draco in the Great Hall she had used Blaise's power which was alive with legilimency as once learnt it became a part of the user, she also used the last of his magic through occulumency. Then Severus' magic to thank Draco, she found it amusing that they hadn't worked out how she had done it.

All three of them followed each other into the fireplace as they individually shouted "Prophet Headquarters", as they appeared in a hall full of fireplaces where most journalists were flooing home, their arrival was magically announced, "Urgent business, Lady Weasley, Lord Malfoy and Lord Zabini." Ginevra noticed a few sneers aimed at her whilst everyone looked upon Blaise and Draco in reverent praise. Blaise and Draco both immediately saw this, and Blaise pulled her in for a chaste kiss on the lips and left his arm around her hips. Smiling at his hasty silencing kiss, she ignored him and Draco, summoning a fraction of her power; she let it seep through her skin and a faint mist swirled round her body.

Little one, please don't react, they will change their minds soon, when they realise you are one of us and not a Weasley.

Enraged by Draco's assumption that she was no longer a Weasley, the mist became more solid and stronger, as it started to rise, high above the centre of the Daily Prophet's hall the mist formed a solid rose, floating mid-air. Changing the colour to pink, Ginevra concentrated harder and a dragon formed its mouth wide open besides the rose as though it had just breathed roses instead of flames. Through the centre of the rose, a sword was plunged through it. As the occupants of the foyer saw the entwining emblems of the three purest houses, and that it had been formed by a Weasley, they turned to her in admiration, some with apologetic faces. Smiling at their change, she walked towards the office of the owner with Blaise and Draco following her trail. Ginevra's symbol still hadn't dispersed, Draco had a nagging feeling that it was going to be there for a long time, at least she hadn't caused any damage! It irritated him that she kept using the rose, she wasn't a Weasley, well not a true one anyway, hell they had abandoned her.

As all three barged into the office without so much as a knock, they came face to face with Cornelius Fudge.

"How, how –um who let you in? This is a private office so please leave!" Fudge had turned bright red and was stammering so fast that his words were hardly audible. Draco grinned; he had always thought that Fudge was the owner of this despicable paper.

"Were you never taught how to address your superiors, Minister?" Sneered Blaise, as he seated himself elegantly in the nearest armchair. Draco sat in the other while Ginevra leant against the mantel of the fireplace; all three had identical smirks on their faces.

Fudge was at a loss, he knew he couldn't afford to insult the richest wizards in the world, he needed as much support as he could receive. However, he did not have to suffer any humiliation from the hands of a Weasley. Wondering whether the two brats in front of him had brought the Weasley here to torment him, which was undoubtedly so as there could be no other reason for them to consort with the offspring of a muggle-lover. He sighed as he saw that he was going to have to deal with exact replicas of their fathers.

"I apologise my Lords, I was just shocked at your unexpected appearances, I assume you are here to continue your good fathers' legacy at the paper and in the Ministry. However, like I said to your fathers I do not have the power to grant every whim, although I will try of course," Draco and Blaise grinned as they saw the Minister of Magic literally grovel at their feet, they thrived of these situations. Ginevra on the other hand was shocked that they could actually like how Fudge was treating them; she found it disgusting and pathetic. Allowing distaste at Fudge, Draco and Blaise wrinkle her smooth silky skin; she scrunched up her nose and sniffed rather loudly at the scene in front of her. Fudge spying his opening to impress his future bank-rollers; he laughed loudly as he looked the Weasley rather crudely up and down.

"What do we have her, have you come on a day-trip to see what you will never have? A Weasley by the blindingly bright hair and speckled complexion, but don't worry I can tell you're the female one, you're a bit more passable than your brothers I must admit." Walking up to her, he stood right in front of her still staring insolently at her body; he smiled as he saw her bristle with anger. "I wonder how you dare show your face in public, a Weasley to boot, a concealment charm is advisable, unless you want to be inferior. Your father is the cause of your family's shame, no wizarding pride at all in your family, and even his own son turned on him thinking to build up his name. Hardly likely, betraying his own family is worse than belonging to a muggle-loving family who tags onto Dumbledore and worships that idiotic boy, Potter. But you do have some alluring features my dear, I could help you put them to use if you want," he said leering at her then flicked a glance at Draco and Blaise thoughtfully and added "if you're not otherwise engaged that is."

The tension in the room was unbelievable. Draco's eyes flashing with rage, Blaise's face was contorted with anger, both standing clutching their wands and visibly shaking. Fudge warily looked at them not understanding what was happening. The only sane person in the office was Ginevra.

The silence was shattered as she started laughing loudly, all three pairs of eyes focused on her. Her laugh was as evil as it had been in the Great Hall, no emotion showed on her face, as she advanced calmly on Fudge. Backing away from her he found himself pushed against the edge of his desk, shaking with fear he grabbed his wand out of his robe. Grinning Ginevra snarled "Accio Wand", catching his wand smoothly; she started to twirl it in her hands, tossing it to and fro, whilst trapping him between her body and the desk.

Stand back and watch or interfere? I must admit I have quite a good view from here!

I'm with you Blaise, Fudge will not know what has hit him, what do you'll think she'll do? We'll have to keep him alive though to stop the article.

Shame!

"Is this how you imagined I could be of service to you, Minister?" Drawled Ginevra huskily as her body pressed against his. She could feel her power throb and pulsate through her blood stream, pointing her wand at his chest; she could almost taste the mingling sensations of fear and desire rolling of Fudge. She sniggered to herself, as he started to sweat, such a weak man! Two thin strands of power broke free from her skin and wrapped themselves around Fudge's wrists binding him to the table. He yelped as he felt the coolness of the silvery green strands tighten around his wrists. Realising that the Weasley hadn't used a wand, and that the boys weren't going to help him, his confidence fell a notch as he discovered he'd made a deadly mistake.

Trembling at the thought of the outcome, he saw her feral smile as she bared her teeth. Ginevra flicked her eyes towards Draco and Blaise and saw that they were waiting for her to begin; a thought appeared in her mind. She summoned all the power she could gather from inside her and forced it to pump through her wand arm. As the wand absorbed the power it started to glow as the magic started to react and combine with her core magic. Her wand had a sliver of nundu blood and together with her core magic it became a lethal power, capable of evil if she decided to use it that way. With just one twist of the wrist, the magical knots released Fudge and he was flung up into the air, soaring up until he was suspended near the highest point of the turret. Spinning him around at a rate which would have alarmed an enchanted yo-yo, she casually turned to Blaise and Draco.

"What are we going to about the article?" Ginevra asked languidly, she had a look of boredom on her face as she twisted her wrist the other way, and Fudge spun the other direction.

"What! Aren't you angry Ginevra, is that all you are going to do? That's child play; we were waiting to slowly pull out his entrails while he begged for mercy. This will not change anything." Burst Blaise as he looked at her in shock. Draco echoed his feelings both horrified at Ginevra's actions.

"For Merlin's sake Ginevra, you nearly started an earthquake because I laughed at you, yet you just let him insult you, are you insane?" Spluttered Draco. Feeling slightly cold, he shivered when the ground started to shake again. Ginevra had recalled her power and her skin was practically blazing with raw magic. Cursing himself, he tried to think quickly how to calm her down, when he saw Fudge fall fifty feet through the air as her wand had lost its power. Transporting a rug to the spot where he would land, Draco turned back to Ginevra.

Blaise, you have to help me out with this one, she keeps losing her temper with me, at this rate I won't be alive next week.

What the hell can I do Draco, you're the one who makes the stupid comments, I told you not to, you've indirectly insulted her twice now, so start apologising otherwise we'll all be in trouble!

Drawing in ragged short breaths, Ginevra was shaking with fury; he kept blowing hot and cold on her. Trying to separate her emotions from her power she found that they were inseparable, snarling she sent tendrils out to ensnare Draco.

Glimpsing wisps of her magic escaping from her skin, Draco retaliated. She was not the only one with powerful ancestral blood running through her veins. Having never called upon it before, as he had only learnt about its uses from Ginevra's accidental usage, he found it wearing him out. Suddenly a burst of power flowed right through him. Channelling it with all his might, pure black darts of magic shot out of his skin and combusted with Ginevra's silvery green threads of power.

All the occupants of the room were shocked at the spectacle before them, the green strands forced the black darts to extend and unwind themselves into long strands. The two coloured strands representing anger from Ginevra and defence from Draco, entwined and collectively joined each other until all the green and black strands and threaded themselves together, forming one streak of immense power, redirecting themselves its target was Fudge.

Hurtling towards Fudge, it collided with his chest and a huge force field exploded throwing Fudge across the room and encircled him. Fudge found himself paralysed in a pulsing ball of raw magic, occasionally sparking causing intense pain through the layers of his skin and his blood began to boil.

Distracted from her enmity towards Draco, Ginevra faced Fudge. Her voice rang loud and clear as she stated her terms. "Whatever you have experienced in this office shall not leave it Fudge. From that blank stare on your face I shall introduce myself. You are staring at Lady Ginevra Aurelia Weasley, First Princess of Slytherin House. I do believe that makes me your superior, so I suggest you alter your manners, or you will feel my displeasure keenly." Ginevra reached out to the globe of power which had contained me, and all the power rushed into her skin. Fudge collapsed panting on the stone floor. Looking up he found himself prostrate at her feet, he shivered at the coldness in her eyes as she sneered.

"That's a good place to start, Minister. The reason why we are here is to discuss an article your pathetic excuse of a paper will be publishing tomorrow. If you value you your life you will do well to revoke it and burn all copies made." Ginevra walked back to the fireplace as if the discussion had ended.

Fudge just laughed, he had some pride left. "Lady Weasley, your threats will not move me, you forget this is a paper, and can write whatever it likes, I shall not stop something going to the press when the wizarding world obviously should be told about it. This is not the ministry."

Ginevra growled, Draco and Blaise glanced at each other, they knew Fudge had a point. Standing up, Blaise went over to Ginevra to hold her and calm her down whispering soothing words in her ears. She visibly relaxed against him and leant against his shoulders watching Draco.

"We understand Minister, but we feel slander is not the same as telling the public the truth, I am sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement beneficial to all of us." Fudge smiled to himself, as Draco kept his eyes on him noticing the change, all ministry officials were the same. Fudge's smile widened he hadfinally brought out their fathers in them; he started to wonder how many galleons he could get out of them, they were young after all.

"Of course Lord Malfoy, shall we retire to my sitting room to talk business, or would Lady Weasley like to return to Hogwarts?" Fudge kept his eyes on Draco not daring to look at the Weasley; he was more than just a little frightened of her temper. However, he had no such luck in avoiding it.

Breaking free from Blaise's casual embrace, Ginevra flicked her wrist and sent Fudge slamming against the wall. Fixed to the wall, Fudge wearily waited for her next onslaught, really this girl was impossible.

"I thought I'd taught you to respect me Fudge, I am not a mere female, I am equal to my two companions in blood, power and rank." Whispered Ginevra into Fudge's ear, he snarled and replied "But not in wealth." Laughing Ginevra shook her head as if he gone crazy, "Why would money matter, we are not going to pay you to stop the article, you'll concede of course!" Draco frowned, "Ginevra, this is how it works, all he needs is a sack of galleons and we'll be on our way." Shooting a deathly glare at him Ginevra retorted "I cannot abide bribery; it is for the weak and corrupted. Since this is essentially about me for everyone already knows how dark and evil you are, I shall deal with Fudge how I like."

Muttering evilly under his breath about Gryffindors, Draco sank back into the chair. Fudge bitterly looked upon the Weasley; she had in effect stolen in his money.

"Before you open your mouth Fudge, I will advise you to think carefully you've seen a fraction of mine and Lord Malfoy's power, think of the devastation we could cause if all three of us combined our strength and what it could do to you." Still recovering from his contact with the power trap, Fudge resentfully acknowledged their strength of power. Grumbling to himself he promised that there would be no article now or in the future. Pleased with her handiwork, Ginevra spun round and walked out of the office grabbing the floo powder and disappeared into the flames. Draco and Blaise rushed after her.

Finding her stretched out on one of the sofas, Blaise perched on one of the arms whilst playing with her hair. Draco however, was pacing up and down the sitting room getting increasingly annoyed. Not being able to keep it in any longer he rounded on Ginevra.

"What's wrong with you Ginevra, you're a bloody Slytherin now so start acting like it! I will not tolerate you using your power on me in public, do you wish to humiliate me, do not forget who brought you into this house; I could easily get it revoked. I have never seen such a poor display of manners. And you did nothing to Fudge, how he must have been amused. If you want to live Ginevra I'm warning you, change your priorities and never interfere when Blaise and I are conducting business matters. However equal you are to us, you are still a woman and do not belong there; you were lucky I didn't stop you there and then. We are not honest and loyal Gryffindors, if we wish to bribe Fudge then we shall, that is how it works and you do not have a say in it. You are no longer a Weasley so stop hording your knuts!" Still shaking with fury, Draco ran his fingers through his hair as Ginevra slowly got up extremely irate.

Advancing on him, she said quietly in a low dangerous tone, "My family have not yet abandoned me Malfoy, but enlighten me, if not a Weasley then what am I?" Spitting out her words, Draco saw the green glow around her and he started to glow black too. Blaise stood back from the scene in front of him.

"Well – well, you're well, you're not a Weasley!" Draco spluttered, finding himself inarticulate for the first time in his life.

Shrieking with rage, Ginevra screamed back at him "What am I then Malfoy?"

"Dammit, Ginevra that;s what you are,a Malfoy!"

Not a sound could be heard, Ginevra's eyes blazing but in shock, Blaise's jaw hung open as Draco looked at the floor.

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