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CHAPTER FOUR-
Rebellion.
A month had passed, and Narcissa met up with Ginny almost every week. Ginny couldn't see the point; they both bored the hell out of each other. Ginny began to get even more anxious, she knew she was becoming bigger, but Tom still hadn't noticed due to the fact that he didn't care to look.
"Ginevra," Tom called her from his seat on the settee; she was by the fire reading a book. Tom was checking over papers that Lucius had given him; Tom thought that they were a load of nonsense. "I think you should come and sit with me."
Her eyes didn't leave the page. "And why is that?" she said as sweetly as she could muster.
"Because, my Ginny," he, said, emphasising on the 'my', "I won't have the pleasure of touching you for a few weeks, I need to sort out some minor glitches elsewhere."
"Minor glitches?" she echoed.
"Some filthy muggles in Switzerland seem to think they can overpower my Death Eaters, and have decided that a revolt is on the cards," he had a malicious look on his face. "So, I would like to...ah...enjoy you for the remainder of my time here, Ginny."
"I never thought the Dark Lord needed any company, apart from his pet snake," Ginny felt as though something was taking over the control of her voicebox, and making her say things which were likely to make her receive a slap.
Tom simply smiled at her, amused, she hadn't expected this. Her possessed voicebox continued with the incentive that he wasn't going to punish her. "And why must I be your company? I am sure your band of followers will feel neglected," she said mockingly, Tom's smile widened at her behaviour. Where has this come from? "I thought I was only your common mistress, Tom."
"You don't like being my common mistress?" he said, staring at her intently, with amusement in his eyes. "I have no objections to...upgrading your position, Ginny," he said in a low, suggestive tone.
Ginny turned away, her cheeks flushing red.
"Come on, Ginvera," he said in soft tone that didn't suit him. "Come and talk to me like you used to, with the diary, remember?" he patted the seat next to him, and Ginny shook her head in a child-like manner. "Why not?" he questioned. "It won't kill you." He laughed silently at the irony. "Come here, Ginny. Tell me your secrets," he gave a wicked smirk at the last sentence, and his face seemed shadowed.
Ginny hesitantly stood, feeling she had pushed far enough. She sat beside him, where he had indicated, and he pulled her to him into a twisted lovers embrace.
He buried his face in her hair, taking in her scent. "What do you talk about with Narcissa Malfoy?" he said into her hair, Ginny thought he sounded as though he had been thinking about these 'private' conversations for some time.
"She talks about Mr. Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy, mostly," Ginny replied.
"Ah, yes, I recall you deeming him as a 'snobby git'," he said, smiling. He thought that she might be right. "And what do you talk to her about?" Ginny wondered whether he was thinking that she ever talked about him.
"She speaks most of the time, other than that, just Quidditch," Ginny said quietly.
"Quidditch." Tom said bluntly. "How...quaint. Anything else, Ginny?"
"She asks me about..." Ginny trailed off suddenly, thinking it would be best to not say, but Tom persisted.
"What?" Tom questioned. "Ginny, what?"
"She asks questions about - not all the time..." Tom was beginning to get annoyed. "Only sometimes -"
"What?" He said irritably.
"You," she said quickly. "I do not say anything, Tom. I don't know anything, apart from -"
"That's a good girl," he said, cutting her short. "What does she specifically ask, Ginevra?"
"She doesn't always ask, please don't do anything -"
He interrupted her again. "I am not going to do anything, Ginny, so calm down, stop getting so hysterical, and tell me," his tone had changed again from irritable to calm.
"About your parents," Ginny said quietly, knowing that it was a delicate subject, but Tom didn't do anything. "Mainly your father." She looked up into Tom's face with doe eyes. "Please don't do anything, Tom." I'm going to have to prevent this; I made it happen...
Tom's eyes blazed, his anger about to burst out of him, when Ginny rested her head upon his shoulder and brushed her fingers lightly over his other shoulder as if to calm him. "I do not tolerate such things, Ginny," he said through gritted teeth. Ginny furthered her actions, leaning forward into him, her chest pressing onto his. Tom smiled, kissing her head. "It won't work, princess." He held her there all the same.
"She didn't mean anything by it, Tom," she whispered, her breath hot on his neck.
"Oh, Ginny, still as naïve as ever," Tom said lightly, stroking Ginny's hair. His tone changed again. "Your next meeting with...her will be the last," he said authoritively.
Ginny nodded complacently, her previous behaviour gone from her, and Tom liked her so. He kissed her head like some distorted reward, Ginny kept her head on Tom's shoulder in case he changed his mind suddenly.
"You are a funny girl, Ginny, with your ever changing moods."
When Ginny was 11 years old, her best friend Tom would tell her she was a funny girl, in a different sense. Ginny would take delight in her conversations with Tom, but Tom would soon become bored; to him, Ginny was a tiresome child. Now, Ginny is 18, and unable to distinguish as to what Tom is to her, has been told she is a funny girl. Ginny is now afraid to talk to Tom, but Tom would never tire of Ginny; to him, she had become interesting after experiences throughout her teenage years. Others thought Ginny was merely another nice face, the same as other plain girls, but Tom thought her very beautiful in ways that would bewilder others.
Tom wanted to know what Ginny did almost every day. At the parties, he'd become extremely jealous when he thought she was looking at other men, especially when the men would leer at her. But, Tom always made sure that Ginny knew she belonged to him. Only him.
(Ginny's POV)
I took the chance of his little trip to call upon Doctor Rosenthorpe, so she could see if I was doing all right.
"Hello, Doctor Rosenthorpe," she shook my hand. "You know why I sent for you?" I said in a low voice.
"Yes," she said, looking over her shoulder. "My Lord is not here?"
"Obviously, I wouldn't have asked you to come," I replied. "He is gone away for a few days."
"All right, Miss," she said, taking out her wand. "This will only take a minute. You must lay on the bed, Miss." I did so.
She prodded at my stomach, and pressurised some areas slightly with her fingers. She drew her wand out, muttering a spell, and drawing a ring around my stomach in the air. I watched the ring beginning to glow all different colours. It stopped on silver. Doctor Rosenthorpe smiled. "Your child is very healthy," her face screwed up, and she frowned.
"What?" I said, worried.
"Well, unborn children aren't this healthy, and the mothers aren't usually as healthy as you are. You have not had any violent bouts of morning sickness?"
"No," I replied, confused. I don't know why it was such a big deal, I was healthy and my baby was healthy, so what? She nodded slowly all the same.
"You know you will have to tell my Lord soon, Miss?" she said, putting her wand in a black leather case. "You are going to swell as the months go on."
"I know that, I'll deal with it when the time comes," I said, in an obvious tone of voice. "H-how long have I been..."
"Four months, three days, one hour and thirty minutes, Miss." That was too precise, I didn't want her knowing that exactly four months, three days, one hour and thirty minutes ago Tom was...impregnating me.
Tom returned the day after Doctor Rosenthorpe's visit.
"Two weeks wasn't necessary. Five days was all we needed," he laughed at that.
Ginny was relieved that the Doctor hadn't come a day late, thinking nothing of the dead muggles in Switzerland lying in a ditch somewhere.
Tom promised Ginny a present that night.
Ginny was in the lounge, standing and staring out of the window, Narcissa Malfoy was sitting by the fire in an armchair. Tom had left them, still trying to contain his rage, and stayed upstairs.
"So, Ginny how have you been?" Narcissa Malfoy asked.
"OK," Ginny mumbled.
Narcissa Malfoy was very pretty for a middle-aged woman. Her shiny blonde hair was as straight as an arrow, her piercing green eyes were daring, but her face always showed a superior air. Ginny now knew where Draco Malfoy's ever-present haughtiness came from.
"Have you heard, my son and Pansy Parkinson are soon getting married," Narcissa said delightfully. Ginny wasn't surprised; she was always hanging off of his arm. "He is quite reluctant though, I must agree with him there, her nose is ghastly." Ginny was now surprised. Draco Malfoy, being told who to marry, haha.
Ginny was becoming bored of the conversation, and wanted to play in the gardens; it was autumn and the leaves were a lovely golden-brown colour.
"I don't mean to be rude Ginny, but you have put on some weight," Ginny wondered why it was always women who seemed to point that out.
"I haven't had much exercise, and I have been eating a lot," Ginny lied, well, she had been eating a lot though.
Narcissa raised a plucked eyebrow, thinking that the Dark Lord taking her every night was sufficient exercise. A thought just entered her mind, and she smiled to herself. Lucius will like this. She looked for an escape.
"I must go, I just remembered I was going to be helping Pansy and her mother with the wedding dress in half an hour," also lying.
"Goodbye, Mrs. Malfoy," Ginny said, letting a house elf escort her out.
Ginny went through to the main hall, opening the doors to the West Garden and stepped outside. She smiled a wide smile, glad that she was free. She ran over to the swing tied to the trees.
"Charlie!" called a small four-year-old Ginny.
"Ginny, don't run off!" Charlie shouted.
"Push me on swing, Charlie!" she said in an enthusiastic voice.
"All right..." Charlie said, breathlessly, after chasing little Ginny.
Ginny let a tear roll down her cheek. She wiped it away and continued pushing herself on the swing.
Above these gardens was Ginny's bedroom. She didn't see Tom watching her swaying back and forth. He didn't see a tear slide down her cheek, but he noticed that she was smiling.
He was sure that she would like her present. Deeming it beautiful. Just like her.
Ginny stopped short, tiring of the back and forth motion. She lay on the crisp grass, playing with a large leaf. Her stomach seemed slightly more prominent in her assumed position, but nobody was there to notice.
Tom was there, but he didn't notice the slight bump swelling his Ginny's stomach. Instead he was gazing at her face, watching her play with something he could not see. He decided to intrude on her childishness.
(Ginny's PoV)
I remembered making daisy chains, but they would all break up when I tried putting them on. I threw the leaf aside and stared at the sky.
A shadow suddenly came over me; I looked up and quickly sat myself up, smoothing out the front of my dress, hoping he hadn't noticed anything.
"You look like an earth-sprite, Ginny," he said, mockingly.
I stood up slowly, making my way back to the house; he caught my arm and pulled me back. "Stay with me." I had to walk around the whole of the West Garden, and then the back one, and then the East Garden, as we did so, I collected flowers on the way.
"We are celebrating tonight, Ginny," he murmured. "The defeat of muggle filth."
"Isn't it right to stand up for what you believe in?" I questioned.
"You understand. That is good," he said, gently. "It is what I am doing, Ginny. Remember that."
After a few more minutes silence. "Am I going?" I kept my head down, knowing the answer.
"I got your present specifically for the occasion," he took my hand, grasping it. "You are going to be my...date."
(Tom's POV)
She was brushing her hair before we left; I decided to give it to her. Fumbling in my robe pocket, I retrieved a box made of black silk.
I placed it on her dressing table; she stopped her motions, and looked at me in the mirror. "Open it then." She flicked up the catch, and pulled the lid open. She gasped as she saw it, probably never seen anything like it in her life. It was a tiara, silver and encrusted with diamonds. It was simple. She likes simple things.
"It's beautiful..." she touched the edges with her dainty fingers, as if it would smash if she pushed to hard.
Matches the receiver then, doesn't it? Her face looked like an eager child's. Diamonds really are a girl's best friends. I picked it up and placed it on her head.
"That is better," I said, stroking her shoulders. "What do you say, Ginny?"
She stared at me for the longest time. "Thank you," she said finally.
I grinned. "Let's go then, Ginny."
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