A/N: Thank-you for reviewing. I had no clue what to do for this chapter. I hope I succeeded in making it interesting.
Ginny opened her eyes slowly. She was still lying on the stone floor. She was sore all over but nothing felt broken and she could move easily. There was blood caked on her face and a little bit in her hair. She stood and walked over to the bed where Blaise was sleeping. She looked for his wand, but couldn't find it anywhere. She remembered the night before vividly and was so angry that she walked right up to the side of the bed and slapped him hard across the face.
His eyes snapped open as she began to walk away from his bed. His hand darted out and he grabbed her wrist, spinning her around. He pulled her to him quickly and hard enough so that she fell on top on him. "I fucking healed you, didn't I?" He asked angrily.
"Let go of me." She replied.
"No, you need to learn not to disrespect your betters."
"As if. Now let go of me."
"Don't make me hit you again." He threatened. He didn't want to hit her just like he didn't mean to the first time, but it was too late to be nice. He rose his hand as if to smack her but he instead let go of her wrist and pushed her to the ground. He got out of bed and towered over her. "I'm not going to warn you again."
"Will you please let clean up and get the blood off myself?" She asked as he looked down at her menacingly.
"Yes." He said after thinking for a second. "There's a bathroom over there," he said pointing his wand at the wall and causing a door to appear. She got up and began to walk over to the door. She slowly began to close it and he didn't object.
Once the door was closed she leaned back against it and sank to the ground in temporary relief. Blaise didn't scare her when he was like this, but his threats now held meaning after last night. She remembered that she was in there to clean the blood off herself and she walked to the sink. She saw just how beat up she was in the mirror. He had healed her broken bones and bad cuts, but he hadn't bothered with the bruises and the little cuts on her face.
She turned on the taps of the sink and began splashing some water up into her face. The caked blood began to come off creating a deep red in the sink. Soon her faced was clear of blood and she began working on her hair.
"Take a shower while you're in there, you never know when Draco's coming back." Blaise called from the other room. She noticed a shower that she hadn't thought was there before. Zabini must have made it appear. She mused as she began removing her dirty clothing. After her shower she noticed that her clothes were no longer on the floor where she left them.
"Really funny Zabini!" She yelled. "Give me my clothes!" A green robe appeared on a hook by the shower. "C'mon Zabini, please give me my clothes!" She called again. There was no answer so she slipped on the robe and wiped some steam the mirror. Her black eye had faded and so had the little cuts. Where are all my bruises? She removed the robe to examine the skin on her arms and stomach. Surely enough, there were deep purple bruises there, and what's more, her black eye had returned along with the cuts. She ran her hand over the little ruptures and her eye.
She brought her hand to the mirror and touched it with one finger, as if it could be the mirror that was making her body react so weirdly. It was cold, very cold. To her shock the mirror around her finger began to ripple. The ripples were small but the began to get bigger as her finger slowly sunk into the glass, engulfing her finger in harsh cold. What's going on!? What's wrong with this mirror!
"Ginny!" Blaise yelled. "Get out here right now!" She tore her finger from the mirror. Her bruises and cuts disappeared, but she didn't notice because she was busy picking the robe up off the ground. She made sure that she was thoroughly covered by the robe and then left the bathroom.
The chair across the room was turned around and clearly occupied because of the pointy wizard hat that could be seen peaking above the high chair-back. "Zabini…" She said shakily, moving closer to the chair. There was no answer and she stopped walking. "Who's there?" She asked in the same way, holding her ground. Still no answer.
The man rose from the chair. She gasped but did not falter as she looked him straight in the eyes, eyes that had not changed since she had met had met him in her first year at Hogwarts.
Lord Voldemort stood before her. She did not cower as some would before him, she just looked with stony eyes on his aged appearance. Not that he was extremely old, but he was considerably older than the last time she had seem him. He was no longer Tom Riddle.
From his shiny black shoes to the Sorting Hat sitting on top of his head he radiated evil. Still she held her ground and refused to cower.
"Ginevra," he said softly in a deep voice. "It's wonderful to see you again."
She steeled herself, steadied her voice. "Lord Voldemort." She said coldly and placidly.
A/N: What's up with Ginny's injuries? What's wrong with the mirror? Why is Voldemort there? When the hell is Draco going to come into this story!? All answers will come eventually. Thanks for reading. Pretty please with a cherry on top, review.