Draco-
"We have successfully infiltrated the Ministry?" he questioned, gazing down at Thicknesse from his high seat at the head of the dining room table.
"Yes, my Lord," answered Thicknesse, in a voice he clearly hoped was confident, but which had a slight tremor to it.
We were sat in the dining room, I next to my mother. My mother was seated next to my deranged Aunt, who was gazing at the Dark Lord with such an intense gaze it made one feel embarrassed to be in the room with her. On his other side sat Snape, who was staring blankly down the table at Thicknesse, not seeming to be paying much attention to the goings on.
We had been summoned at the early hour of 4am to the dining room in the manor. The purpose had been to discuss our next move of how we were going to attempt to find Potter. I was aware that none but the most trusted of the Dark Lord's followers knew of my involvement in bringing down Potter, although I was no closer in figuring out how I was going to seduce the blood traitor.
"And will the Ministry be under my control soon?" question the Dark Lord, his voice quiet and cold. I glanced down at Thicknesse and saw him struggle to suppress a shudder at the threatening tone in the Dark Lord's voice.
"Yes, my Lord. We will have successfully brought down Scrimgeour by late this afternoon. Already, several of our spies in the Ministry are working to overcome his protective enchantments and break past the Aurours," replied Thicknesse, his eyes lighting up. It was clear to anyone watching that he was hoping to have some recognition for his work from the Dark Lord. However, when he said nothing, Thicknesse let his head drop, and he returned his petrified stare to the wood work of the dining table beneath him.
"My Lord," said a begging voice from to my left, and I knew immediately that my Aunt Bellatrix was about to volunteer herself to bring Potter to our Lord. "My Lord, I would be glad to help in any way I can, all you need do is ask and I shall bow down before you, I shall succumb to your every wish, I shall do anything you desire of me-" Perhaps it was just me, but Bellatrix's words seemed to have a double meaning. If the Dark Lord noticed this, however, he gave no indication of it.
"Yes, Bella, that will be quite enough. I understand your willingness to be of use to me but-" his voice dropped to barely more than a whisper, one that only those closest to him could hear- I doubted if even my father, who was sat on my other side, could have heard his words. "But I have plans that require your… abilities." The look on Bellatrix's face was once of mixed disappointment and joy. I sneered involuntarily.
"Draco!" said the Dark Lord suddenly, snapping his red eyes up to look at me. I blanched, and shrank back in my chair at the unexpected exclamation.
"My Lord?" I asked, my voice betraying not one hint of my terror.
"You shall accompany the other Death Eaters once the charms keeping the boy hidden from us are broken. I have no doubt that you will be of use." I felt myself go cold, despite being seated by the roaring fire in the great fireplace behind the Dark Lord's chair. My mother let out a slight whimper beside me, and glanced at me, her eyes wide with concern. I did not return her gaze.
"Yes my Lord. As you wish."
Ginny-
"GINNY!" shrieked the incredibly loud voice of my mother. I started awake, turning over too quickly and falling, hitting the floor with a bang. "Ginny, are you up yet? It's gone 8! It's the day of your brother's wedding, why are you not down here helping? Get up!" I heard her storm away from my bedroom door and commence knocking with such force on Fred and George's door that I'm surprised it wasn't wrenched from its hinges.
"Bloody hell," I scowled, pushing myself into a sitting position and leaning against my bed, rubbing my forehead to check if there was a lump from where I'd face planted the floor. I let out a slight sigh of relief that there was not.
"FRED! GEORGE!" I rolled my eyes. Today was going to be such fun, that mad woman running around like a headless chicken and trying to take control of every little detail. Why did Bill's wedding have to take place at The Burrow? If it'd been in France like it had originally been planned, then Mum wouldn't have gone so completely insane, as we wouldn't have arrived until a couple of days before the wedding.
Sighing, I stood up. My bridesmaids dress was hanging on the outside of my wardrobe and seemed to be staring at me in a disgusted way. Or maybe that was just how I was staring at it. I wasn't a big fan of the dress.
Reluctantly I dodged out of my room, commandeering the bathroom before anyone else in the mad house could get it. I'd been in there for all of 30 seconds when someone began banging on the door.
"Hurry up!" they shouted, and I recognised the oh-so-calm tone of my brother Ron.
-O_O-
An hour later I wandered downstairs in search of someone to help zip up the back of the monstrosity I'd been forced to wear. Holding up the bodice, I peered into the kitchen, and, seeing no one, sighed and leant against the door frame.
"Stupid bloody thing," I muttered, pulling slightly at the bodice to make sure it covered me.
"I think you look stunning," someone replied, their breath on the back of my neck. I jumped, spinning around- and came face to face with Harry. I let out yet another sigh, and felt a smile spread across my face.
"Zip me up, will you?" I asked, turned back around and moving my hair so he could get to the zip. He did so quickly, and I glanced back over my shoulder to see him looking at me with a small smile on his face. "What?"
Harry kissed me then, hard and fast, our bodies crushed together as I responded with eager delight. I'd thought since his run in with Ron on his birthday, he might not kiss me again- but here was proof that Harry Potter wasn't afraid of silly little Ronald. My arms snaked up around his neck, holding him to me, as his encircled my waist. The kiss grew more urgent, our breathing coming in quick, short bursts as we clung to each other, it was amazing, intense-
"Morning," came the voice of one of my brothers, and we sprang apart. George was leaning against the side, a mug in his hand, his bandage that was wrapped around his head after he'd had his ear jinxed off looking clean and fresh. I took one look at the smug look on his face, felt myself burning as my own face when red, and turned on my heel and left.
Honestly, between my brothers, I'd be lucky if I ever got past just kissing Harry.