Hush
By Diet Cigarette
"CRUCIO!" The words around her were blurs as faceless, innocent people scrambled around her for their lives. With all honestly, she could not help but admit that she was all but disappointed to hear their anguished screams for mercy. She would not stop, would not hold back her power for anything but their pleads for death. She urned for their pain to become so massively extensive that they would consider taking their own lives that very moment instead of being placed into another hellatious curse by the young red head.
"Draco," Her voice drawled, her chestnut eyes scanning the decaying warehouse. Mold and bacteria filled masked the aroma, disgusting her as it filled her nostrils without charity. She clacked her tongue when there was no answer, and returned her heed towards the injured muggle
"Expelliarmus!" A masculine voice boomed from behind her petite body, in which caused her to spin around upon her heel. As she did so, her thin piece of dark wood swiftly slid from her hand, and flew itself into the air, in which it immediately fell to the dirt floor once more, only a good ways away.
Whilst she imagined the helpless muggle crawling his away to salvation, she was forced to set her sights upon a former acquaintance.
"Oh, Mad Eye," Her voice drew out his name, and a devious smirk appeared upon her features as her darkly lit eyes starred down to stumpy man with one large, budging eye. His scarred face seemed unusually chipper. She assumed he was in quite the good mood to have finally laid eyes upon the stealthy young woman.
"Ms. Weasley," He replied simply, almost casually. His tone had made it feel as if they were old mates from the past, who had shared much together. Alas, it was not, but he made her feel something she hadn't in awhile. A sense of Ginny. One side of her lip lifted in disgust as he directed the tip of his wand towards her chest, threateningly.
Searching in her peripheral vision, she caught sight of her wand to her right, what seemed miles away. She expected him to use patience with her; waiting for a flawless moment that would allow him to unexpectedly stun her.
"You can not surprise me, Moody," She warned him, backing up a few steps as they anticipated the near future.
"No," Hi lips curled into a sickly smile, "But I can wear you down in the meanwhile," With that said, he flung his arm out in a brutal motion, shouting the words, "ABIECTIO!"
Immediately Ginevra was thrusted into the air; her petite yet powerful body being slammed into the damp brick wall to her left. A disturbing thud was heard as her internals slammed together. The concrete sections went unmoved, whilst Ginevra, slid to the pavement in agony. Scarcely unfastening her eyelids, she was only able to peek upon the area surrounding her body. The flavor of her own hot blood flooded her mouth as she realized her nose was now bleeding and freely flowing down her face.
Moaning, she strenuously lifted herself upon her elbow to lean. Moody made not a sound. Maybe the feeble old man had actually had it in himself to catch her off her guard. She had to admit she had not anticipated to be in this position only a few moments ago. Her back was throbbing from where she had been crushed between a rigid wall, and a unseen force.
With every ounce of energy within her body, Ginevra lifted herself to her knees; then to her feet. Scanning the darkness she spotted the ancient grouch once more. Mentally, she calculated the location of her wand, the time span between retrieving it, and being marked unconscious by a damning spell. Not for a moment was she curious the whereabouts of Draco Malfoy.
She understood he was a death eater, and more than likely he was intently watching her suffer from an unknown place of audience.
"It's useless, girl," Moody's voice boomed in her head as a tormenting pain entered the very back of her skull.
"Bugger off," She muttered, giving no sign of her internal, physical pain, as she marched towards her awaiting wand of dark pigment.
"Abscido!" His voice echoed, though not as audible as the first spell he cast upon her. Her ears caught notice of a disturbing ripping sound, followed by immense pain in her legs. She fell forward, catching herself upon her hands.
She growled in frustration, crushing her tongue between her teeth as she fought to not scream. Ginevra dared not to look at what he had done, she feared the worst and kept upon her mission to fetch her only power source. Her appendages prickled with an incredible stinging innervation.
Stancing upon her hands and knees, she became crawling onward. "Accio wand," She hissed, holding out her hand. She had once recalled Harry doing such with his wand; calling out commands without embracing it inside his palm.
It worked to no avail as her magical contraption lay steady upon broken rock and filth. Moody continued to tease the woman as he allowed her to advance only so close to her objective, until he send charms her way to downgrade her gained advantage.
"STUPEFY!" His words screeched gruffly in her mind, her eyes squinting in irritation. She watched as the red light came flashing towards her such as an electric current. With eyes locked upon her hunter, and suddenly, before the very spell would cease her awareness, she tilted her head to the right, so that the stream of color would pass by, just mere inches from her head.
Though no matter the pain she felt at that moment, a bloody smirk appeared on her face as she dove for her wand, causing Moody to go wide eyed and send another stunning spell angled upon her mangled and sprawled body.
"AEGIS!" Her crackling tone screamed into the atmosphere after she snatched it from the soiled earth, trusting her wooded staff into the air. A thick navy glow emerged from her wand, surrounding Ginevra completely and acting as a shield. The protection of the glowing wall was smacked with the stunning spell, but it seemed to reflect it, sending it in the opposite direction, heading right towards Moody.
His pork body some how dodged the sending spell. It flew past him with incredible speed, and she furrowed her eyebrows in disappointment.
"So ya decided ya ain't goin' quietly," He sounded.
"I'm not going at all," She replied to him as they stationed themselves yards from each other. His rotating eye rolled around as if it was inspecting the malodorous dome for something that would serve as his leverage.
"We'll see, Ms. Weasley,"
"We'll see, Mad Eye," She mocked him, throwing out her wand in front of her and shouting, "Incarcerous!" A spell she had been taught as a Death Eater. It flew like lightning as it raced towards Moody; his glass eye still wiggling in his head.
"PROTEGO!" Was his reply, and the light that was once hurling his way disappeared as if it was never there. They battled on, both gaining no advantage. Ginevra often mentally compared this ongoing war to a balancing act. It was unclear who would gain the advantage, or how. She was sure, however, that she had had enough of this parading around, she wanted to end this, it was getting old and not as interesting as it once had been.
"Serpensortia!" She cried, on the offense once more. A large brown snake with a flickering tongue emerged from her wand, hissing threateningly as it advanced toward her opponent. Moody raised an eyebrow, unamused by the red head's spell. He let a small umph, and his wiggling eye rolled, signing his unimpressment.
"Diffindo!" Ginevra roared as he was distracted by vanishing the serpent. She watched, enthralled, as the spell his shin directly. His decrepit body could not maneuver as quickly as he imagined. With a sickly ripping sonacy, she gazed down upon where the spell had stricken. With ease, it had sliced through his foreleg, amputating it from his body. He tumbled to his side, dropping to the earth. Blood rushed free from his stub, flowing out and upon the soil, creating a morbid clay.
She took this moment to examine her own legs, and what the retired auror had previously caused. They were simply slashed down to front, nothing more and nothing less. Dirty stuck to her skin as the dried fluid took a ruby coloring. Looking up, she grinned as Alastor began to mend his own limb.
"Incendio-atquialius!" Her voice howled, sending another curse. It hit right on target as she gained the final advantage. Now scarlet colored lips curled ear to ear with joy. Her favorite curse. A spark emitted his body, and grew as it engulfed him in flames. His yelps and cries of distress unphased her as she kept her glaze locked upon the deteriorating man. The once moldy fragrance that was held in the air was now overlapped by the aroma of burning flesh.
"Bravo, Weasley," A familiar voice drew out from the darkness. "Lovely show, a little gory, I might add."
"Glad I could entertain you, Draco," She replied, turning to face the man she was one muggle hunting with. He stood in the shadows; darkness casting down clouded features upon his face. Gray eyes starred into her hauntingly, with locks of his pallid hair casting down into his face.
Watching him expressionless, he advanced toward her, every step without sound. Within a matter of moments, they stood facing towards one another, their eyes locked in a numb bind. He lifted his palm up to her chin, gently pressing his thumb upon her busted lip. Pulling back, he examined the blood upon his finger in silence.
Draco pulled out his wand, bringing it toward her jaw. He was in the midst of muttering a incantation, but he was interrupted,
"Don't," Ginny stopped him; looking down, she could barely see this ebony wand pointed at her chin. He raised an eyebrow in question, but remained without words as he brought his wand back down to his side.
"Have it your way," He shrugged, letting his eyes roam down her neck to inspect the rest of her wounds, though he could not resist the temptation to have thoughts of his own.
"I'll do it," She demanded, her grip upon her wand tightening. With a swift wave, and a small mutter, her once open wounds sealed shut with all that remain was the red stains sprawled about her skin.
"Total heal?" He inquired, in which she nodded.
Ginevra stood in front of her full length reflection, glazing intently upon where her open wounds had once took refuge. Water droplets slid down her frail body as she sponged down her burgundy smudges of a mixture of her own liquid and soil which created a sticky substance.
Running the beige loofah over her delicate skin, she gently scrubbed her exposed body clear. The water she used, in a pale to the right, was chill, causing little bumps to appear over her arms as she shook the small electric surges that traced down her spin. Every movement then felt amazingly sensitive as she ran her fingers over the tiny shivers.
The early morning light shown in from the dark curtains, barely creating illumination into the gloomful space she took refuge in. She bent her neck to glance downward, her sight resting upon the darkened area upon her forearm.
The shadowed skull, the slithering fiend that entangled itself within. The art seemed to stare back at her, taunting her and almost reminding her that this was her chosen life.. She had no regrets, none at all. Ginevra, in all honestly, knew if she was to take the righteous path, she would be fake.
Something internal, in her core, made her believe she was malicious. It burned within, giving her little ideas, she knew if she had shared, would be frowned, even disgusted, or concerned upon. It began clear throughout her existance that she was meant for life as a follower of Voldemort, himself. Afraid to admit it or not, she got pleasure to see other's in pain. Tears made her smile, screams made her crave to see more. It scared her at first, but soon after sixth year, she learned to embrace her gift of cruelty.
She refused to shower for a week over her fifth year due to the fact that whenever she went to shave, she had horrific images of her biting down upon the sharp metal; slicing her tongue and ripping at her gums. Ginny knew, she absolutely knew that she would never do such harmful deed upon herself, but over the matter of a few weeks, more images followed. More images, she soon found, that she enjoyed.
"Conceited?" She detected a voice through all the cloud cover of her thoughts. Breaking from her daze, she now comprehended that she must have been stuck gaping upon her reflection in the midst of all her brain activity.
"What do you mean, Ferret?" She snapped, watching the tall blond man approach through the mirror. His aspect was almost as sinful as it was wicked.
"You've been staring at yourself for the last few minutes," He observed, raising his eyebrows as he brushed a lock of his own white hair away from his delicate gray eyes. She said nothing, as he continuously advanced, making his way behind her. Draco snaked his arms around her waist, pressing himself dangerously against her and resting his chin upon her shoulder to gaze upon them both through the glass.
Closing her eyes, she felt his blazing breath against her neck, and intently felt the location of his arms around her bare midriff.
"Let me assist you," He offered, sliding the sudsy puff from her enclosed palm, and bringing it to her chest. She locked her awareness upon the contact of the rough texture. It slid upon her body, upward at first as it caressed her shoulders, wiping away her worked grime and filth.
The pressure was light, gently pressing against her sensitive skin, at this point, she took notice of his intoxicating scent. It was indescribable, a cologned aroma that sent weakness to her knees. Memories flashed through her train of thought, of Harry, of how he always smelt like a rough game of quidditch. With a small inhale, she brushed the ideas away. She refused to think of Harry at this moment. She refused to miss him.
From her chest, he drew it between her breasts, delaying his motion so that she felt a tightening below. With a slight gasp of surprise, she took her lip between her teeth and nibbled down to keep from begging him to not stop. Draco traced down her stomach, resting over her button for a mere moment, until cascading it down her waist, letting bubbles rise and slid down her body with every movement.
A nagging thought occurred where she knew she should stop him. This was Draco, to be exact. As a contradiction, something encouraged her to let him continue all the same.
"Relax," She heard his voice softly remind her in her ear. "You're tense.." He pressed his lips against her warm, pale skin and nuzzled her softly with what almost appeared as affection.
Nuzzling transformed into tracing small kisses down her neck. He brushed his lips down her shoulders, pulling her satin like hair to one side so that he made have a better angle.
"Draco," She gasped, almost to remind herself who was manipulating her in such way. Without her notice, he smirked roguishly, bringing his lips back up to the location of her ear.
"Mm?" He sounded, removing the sponge from her body and tossing it back into the pale in which it came. With an unbearable smoothness, he let his hands slide over her curves, drifting over her pelvis and up her stomach until he removed himself entirely. Her eyelids fluttered upon, realizing the absence of his touch. Looking to the mirror, she could only catch a glimpse of her fellow worker swiftly exiting the room.
Copyright JK Rowling, characters, and items.