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Draco's Slave Dancer

In the game of seduction a winner is set and losers are marked, but the real question is who will survive, and who will lose everything in the game that destroys all

Chapter 7: A Dive Into The Past

Ginny left the prefects bathroom an hour after the incident had occurred. Dressed in a dark red sweatshirt and black sweat pants, with slippers adorning her feet, she trekked the way up to the common room, holding her robe and other belongings in her arms.

Stepping inside she was grateful that the common room was empty, to say the least she was not in the mood to lie about her eyes being red, or why she had a tendency to squint when she had to bend over to retrieve something. The truth was that Draco was being far too rough with her, her back scratched up from the rough wood of the desk, her neck aching from being slammed down, and the bites from his teeth, making her neck tender. For someone to call him gentle would be as far from the truth as they could get.

For a moment she stared into the fire, it danced before her eyes, as if trying to sooth her. She sighed as she started the walk up the stairs to her own bedroom, hoping that the other girls were asleep.

Reaching her landing, Ginny sat on her bed, though the warm covers called to her, she couldn't sleep, so she thought for a moment about what had happened in the potions classroom. Feeling like a fool she realized that she probably should've checked to see if anyone was in there. Malfoy was one to strike when you didn't expect him to, that much she realized now. Feeling tears build in her eyes, she looked down and her eyes caught site of the trunk. It was then she remembered that she had her cousin's diary buried beneath some old clothes, and the necklace she had been meaning to put around her neck every morning, somehow slipping from her mind.

Ginevra pulled the trunk lid open, and slid all of the sweaters and old books out of the way, as she reached for her cousin's diary and the necklace she had been given. Finding the hidden treasure, Ginny shut the lid and decided to go sit in the common room, and read in front of the fire for awhile. Though she was not ready to wear the necklace, she placed it on the nightstand of her bed, and wandered down the stairs, to again find the common room empty.

Though it was well known that Hermione checked the common room every night for stragglers, it was not until much later of an hour that Hermione was due to show. Ginny pulled a plush chair to the fireplace, and set about to reading the older looking book. Blue and gold, the cover had the words Diary of Cassidy Wellings written on the cover in loopy cursive.

The first page had a strange incantation that Ginny recognized in the front:

Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Confused, but not enough to stop reading, Ginny saw the headline again above the entry, but decided to ignore the strange incantation. The first page was dated, August 1 but the year was left blank, she figured it's because her cousin would remember the year, or just didn't care about them enough to write the full length of them down. It was then she was absorbed into the memory, much like she was when she had the cursed diary of Tom Riddle's years ago.

A girl Ginny believed to be in her first year, stood in front of her. Her medium length chocolate brown hair, bright brown eyes, and shy smile, was watching people who were speaking fluent French walk past her. Dressed in the typical Beaubauxtons uniform, the young girl ran after the carriage that was going to take her to the grand school.

A castle, white and angelic looking greeted Ginny's eyes. The carriage ride was short and she followed the girl, who was a younger version of her cousin, inside the building, as she spoke in both English and French to the girl who she had become acquainted with on the ride to the castle. The entrance was decorated with simply lit candelabras and decorated in warm blues and silver colors.

It reminded Ginny of Ravenclaw, but quickly realizing she could lose her cousin, she followed her into the grand hall. In front of her stood seven large tables, but it seemed weird to her that the students did not separate, the first through seventh years were mixed up. It was then the headmistress, Madame Maxime called the school to order.

"Welcome all of you to our humble home. This year we will be learning much as you all know. So starting with the first years I must assign you to your big sisters and big brothers." She spoke in a strong French voice.

The first years, still lined up at the door, started to look as though they were about to throw up, and Ginny remembered that feeling quite vaguely. Names were called and girls were paired off with some of the older looking girls it seemed, the same was said for the boys, but her cousin and her friend both froze when their names were called.

"Cassidy Wellings and Felicity Miller, you shall be paired up with Miss Felur Delacour." The giantess boasted, as both girls ran up to the taller blonde. Her bright blue eyes and coquette smile made both girls feel comfortable, as the girls sitting beside her made room.

"You two shall be like my little sisters." Fleur spoke to them in her strangled English.

"Fleur. Nous parlons français s'il serait plus facile que vous nous parliez de cette façon." Cassidy spoke to the older girl.

Surprised, Ginny watched Fleur's eyes light up and answer her cousin in the same tongue.

"Fantastique! Nous allons avoir tellement l'amusement. Je promets." Fleur answered eagerly, and watched as the girls spoke in both English and French until it was time for them to retire to bed.

Watching her cousin go up to their dormitories, she noticed a younger boy, whose face was blurry, knock her cousin to the floor.

"Montre où vous allez! Vous laid, peu, brit!" The boy spoke harshly to her, and Ginny saw sadly, that a tear dripped down her cousin's saddened face.

Harshly, Ginny was shaken out of the trance to find a very angry Hermione staring down at her.

"Oh shit!" Ginny thought to herself as she watched Hermione glare at her.

"Ginny I would've expected better from you. What are you doing up?" Hermione growled at the sixth year in front of her.

"Sorry Hermione, I was busy reading and lost track of time." Ginny spoke closing the book, as she realized the entry ended, and on the next one she noticed the same spell inscribed above the date.

"I wonder what that means," Ginny though to herself, as she was pulled out of her trance by Hermione yelling at her to go to bed.

Unwilling to fight, Ginny went to bed, and hid the diary under the pillow, as a Slytherin laid in his dormitory, very much awake.

Translations:

Fleur. We speak French if it would be easier for you to speak to us that way.

Fantastic. We are going to have so much fun. I promise.

Watch where you are going! You ugly, little, brit!

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Draco's Slave Dancer