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A/N-laughs nervously- Sorry it's late...again! But I've been working on it, honestly! I can already see the evils glares and hate mails that will be addressed to me! Yes, this is the next chapter and yes, it's probably not what you've been expecting! So please don't kill me...that is if you want me to keep writing! I would like to dedicate this chapter to Monkeystarz as it's her b-day just a couple of days before...and...without further rambling from this authoress...I'll present you Chapter 16...and our new POV!
Thoughts
She had grown up with him. Childhood friends they were. But now, she loved him. Not as one would love a friend and confident. She loved him as Draco, a man. The protective and caring man that she had caught a glimpse of. The compassionate and loving man that she wanted for herself.
She had always been there for him. As he had been there for her in her most desperate times. She clung to his very words. In childhood, their relationship was playful. They were the knight and the princess from fairy tales. They were always one in the end. She had admired him then. He had always stood up for her…before her parents and his parents. Always defending her, like a true hero.
She still remembered the day that she first found out that she loved him. It was the morning of her eleventh birthday but her owl had never arrived. Draco's owl came at dawn on his birthday. He woke up with the owl peering at him. He told her so. But hers was nowhere to be seen. The money her parents left for her to buy her school supplies was there. But the letter was not. Her nursemaid had tried to comfort her. But the woman's words had done more harm than good.
She remembered that she had sobbed, fearing that she would never receive the letter. Until Draco had arrived. Like he promised. Draco found her, in tears, and he asked her what was amiss. He then comforted her, reassuring her that the owl was bound to arrive. He told her that she was a wonderful witch. Not the haughty tone that he used in Hogwarts. Just the calm, confident voice that he'd already possessed at that age.
Her owl had arrived later after Draco had left. That night, she decided that she was in love with him. She had decided that she would stand by him and be with him. Always.
That was why she was sorted into Slytherin. To be there for him like he had for her. The Sorting Hat thought she would do well in Ravenclaw…or much to her dismay, Hufflepuff. But she had insisted and the Sorting Hat gave way.
As they grew and they changed, She became what he wanted her to be. The Queen of Slytherin. Beautiful. Shallow. Emotionless. Just like his mother- neither happy nor sad. She never asked but she knew that was what he wanted. A woman he could use, to look good with and push aside when he saw fit. She had always crawled back to him.
Millicent had asked her many a time when she came back crying, sobbing her heart out after Draco had pushed her aside: Was he worth it? Did he ever give her what her heart desired?
'Of course!'
That had always been her answer. It had been her answer all those year. And it would be her answer for time to come. May it be hard or easy for her. She had decided to follow Draco and she would do just that. She had had that awful mark burnt on her skin.
She did it to show loyalty to Draco.
Not her family.
She worked her way through the ranks to reach Draco. He had always been the top. She worked her way to him. Not the Lord Voldemort. She was cruel for Draco. She followed what Draco believed.
And believed it herself too.
The purity of Blood.
Draco should be proud of her.
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Torturing was neither a difficult nor an easy thing to her. She tortured to survive. She tortured to stay in the grace of the Dark Lord. She tortured because she believed what Draco said they were- Mudbloods and Muggle, scum on earth.
Pansy watched the woman writhe on the floor. Her screams never reached her. It used to. But not anymore. She had grown numb. She had a switch now. A switch that turned her emotions off in these situations. She had no feelings now.
She saw the woman stopped writhing on the floor. She didn't know whether the woman was dead or not. She left the muggle there. On the floor, liked a finished toy. She turned towards Draco. She had always turned to him.
Draco was conversing with their Lord, their leader. A smirk adorned his confident face. He said something, which she could not hear from her place. She watched as the Dark Lord smiled. A sadistic smile that promised many things. Then Lord Voldemort turned and Draco followed. She went with them. Along with the rest of the Dark Lord's best.
The hallway they were led through was dark. Different wards that was never found in the scantly guarded ground was lowered. This person that they were meeting was important, she deduced. Wards were never raised in here. The Death Eaters, if not the Dementors, tormented the captives enough to rip them of the strength to escape.
At the end of the corridor, stood Pettigrew. Guarding the cell. He bowed respectfully at the Dark Lord and them.
"Who's in there, Pettigrew?" she asked stepping forward.
"Why, a valuable prize. A very valuable prize, Miss Parkinson." An oily smile appeared on his face as he opened door.
It was a woman. A chained woman with red hair. A Weasley. Blood Traitor. Potter's slut.
"Welcome to our humble abode." Lord Voldemort cackled as the door closed behind them. "I hope our treatments for you were up to standard."
The Weasley did not reply. She remained silent but stared defiantly at the Dark Lord's eyes.
"Well, silent, are we?" the Dark Lord said. "I could remedy that."
"I'd like to see you try, Tom." The redhead hissed, glaring at their Lord.
There was a surprised gasp from the elder Death Eaters.
"My Lord, she mocks you!" Bellatrix Lestrange screeched loudly.
"Bellatrix, silence." Draco ordered, earning a nod of approval from the Dark Lord and a harsh glare from his aunt.
"Now, Ginny." Lord Voldemort. "You know what I want from you. Please be cooperative."
The chained woman sneered at him. And looked away. As if their Lord was not worth her time. Even Draco did not dare to look away. But this woman, a blood traitor…the weak link of the wizarding world, looked away.
"Crucio."
The interrogation began.
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The woman said nothing.
She did not scream. Or moan.
She just breathed heavily.
Each breath was an action of labor. But the blood traitor drew it in with all she had.
"Why don't you just tell us." Pansy said as she lifted her curse.
It was her turn to interrogate her. Each of them had tried to get a reaction from her…and then obtain some information. It was always a ladder, the one who has most use to the Dark Lord at the top, the ones with the least at the bottom…or dead on the floor.
Weasley still glared boldly at her. She then spat in her direction, clearly expressing her thoughts.
"Pansy," Millicent's voice was heard beside her. "It's my turn. Let me pry her mouth open."
She turned to her friend. Yes, she could call Millicent a 'friend'. They aimed for different things, therefore they were never in each other's way. A thin smile was on Millicent's face. Strained emotions were seen. As if she was trying to bottle in her excitement. She probably was.
She stepped away from the redhead on the floor and looked out of the little window in the cell. The Weasley was truly privileged, to have a small opening in Azkaban. It was night already, meaning they were in here for hours…
Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Pettigrew, stuttering. "My Lord, there's…there's visitors…I think it's Potter. They're probably here for the girl."
The occupants of the room tensed. It was the first confrontation since a while. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Millicent chaining the redhead up again, the Lestranges' hunger and lust flashed on their faces, Lucius Malfoy's eyes gleaming…only Draco…and Blaise remained unchanged.
"You shall have some company soon." The Dark Lord sneered menacingly at the Weasley, before turning around and made his way back to the main hall. Millicent, Draco's father and the Lestranges followed his lead.
"Guard her." Draco ordered Pettigrew and turned too. He walked pass Blaise and her, saying softly. "Be careful."
With that he quickened his pace to join the fight.
She followed him. That was the Draco she loved. The caring and loyal man beneath all the walls he put around himself. She would be strong for him. She would hurt for him. She would kill for him.
Everything she'd done was for him.
For him.
Always.
A/N: Not what you've been expecting, right? Please review...it'd probably get me working faster on the next chapter! So, what do you think of Pansy, I'm sorry if you dont' like her...but she does have a large...well not large but important role in the story! So listen to the call of the violet/blue button down on the left hand side...you know you want to!
P.S. So, Monkeystarz, what do you think? I know you're not the biggest fan of Ginny (understatement) so I hope you don't mind seeing so much of her in this chapter!