Hush
By Diet Cigarette
"I'm not entirely sure myself," Remus shrugged, turning his head to glance back at his wife, "She's been acting..strange, lately," He confessed, piercing his lips together. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion but did not speak of it to Lupin. There were far too many people in the house, and chaos would reign if someone had the slightest idea of what he believed to be wrong with Tonks.
Harry played along.
"Perhaps, it's that time of the month?" He suggested, though he meant it sarcastically, Remus took him seriously and shook his head.
"No, no, I don't believe that's it," The older man reasoned, rubbing his temples in concern.
"Oh, you've done a lovely job," She falsely chuckled, rubbing Neville's arm playfully, feeling the soft worn cotton under her palms.. She had never been certainly good at flirting, but she had to step it up in order for Neville to get the confidence to show her around the upstairs. She used the excuse that she desired to see the house after it had been tidied up a bit.
"Thanks, Tonks," He seemed uncertain, the confusion in his eyes were apparent. Ginevra just needed a bit more time before she could apparate them both out of there. She almost couldn't believe it was going to be this easy.
They made their way into Sirius' parent's room.
"So, yea, we haven't really gotten to this room," Neville started the complain, Ginevra approaching him slowly. With every step she took, she could almost feel his emotions radiating off his body. He felt uncertain, nervous.
"You're so tense," She cooed, resting her hands upon his shoulders, and smiling devilishly.
"Oh, well, yea, I've been, you know, cleaning this place, it gets a bit, uh, stressful. Especially taking care of my plants, and all," He stammered at first, but finished his last remark with ease. For a moment, she almost couldn't believe that he was on such good terms with those bloody flowers.
She let her hands wander over his shoulders, running down his blubbery arms, and resting them around his expanded waist. Licking her lips, she stared down Neville with her jaw clenched. If not for her famed role as death eater, Ginevra might have considered the career as an actress. She certainly could pull off making Neville believe she was lusting after him. Then again, Neville would be excited for any woman to lust after him.
"Tonks," Another male's voice questioned from the doorway. Neville sprung backwards, descending onto his bottom as he stared to the doorway in disbelief.
"Harry, I swear, I swear on Merlin nothing happened," Neville began rambling placing his arm behind his body and slowly propelling himself back to his feet. "I swear on Grams,"
"Neville, would you give me and Nymphadora a minute?" Harry asked the plump man, his gaze running over Ginevra's figure, tracing over her disguised curves and brought his eyes to rest upon her emotionless face. Without a word, Neville quickly raced out of the area, his footsteps slamming down upon the floorboards.
She dared not say a word.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Harry folded his arms, leaning against the doorway in an almost relaxed posture. One f his dark eyebrows was raised in curiosity, while his strict lips were screaming of anger and nerve.
"What do you mean?" She questioned him in return, straightening her stance and returning his hateful glare.
"Ginny," He scoffed, almost disappointed with her lack of creativity.
"Harry," She coolly replied, her body locking still while her eyes followed his every word. He straightened up, cautiously approaching her. He did not draw his wand, but as her gaze flowed down his scrawny body, and found his hand dangerously close to his robe pocket.
"You expected it to work?" He chuckled, shaking his head insultingly, as he halted his movements feet away from where she stood.
"Perhaps I under estimated you. For a moment there, I thought I was dealing with a bunch of barbaric giants," She stopped, piercing her lips with a smirk forming, "Oh, silly me, I forgot, there is a brainless giant here, isn't there? He can't speak much English, can he?"
Harry's face muscles twitched just slightly at the mention of Hagrid. The remarks to seem have bothered him minimally.
"You can't say a word about intelligence, Ginny," He snapped, his forehead scrunching with conniption, "Have you forgotten that you've got Crabbe and Goyle on your side?"
Without a second between their words, she snapped, using what she knew would strike a nerve, "Oh, and Ron was the brainiac, I recall? Dear brother of mine went and got himself avada'ed , did he? Sirius, Dumbledore, and now Ronald. Harry, Harry, you really should keep track of your pets more,"
At the mention of Sirius, Harry's hand drove into his pocket with whiplash speed, drawing in forward and pressing it before her guise.
"You don't have the nerve," Her words slithered, leaving her mouth with a smooth whisper.
"Are you willing to test that?" He shot back, whilst Ginevra looked down to the tip of his holly device.
"Well, I don't know, Harry," She took one step forward, her weight shifting slowly while she brushed the tip of his wand down her lips. "We've tested a lot of things,"
"What are you getting at?" Was his immediate response.
"But then, I'd hate to tell you that your eleven inch, holly, just can't stand up to Draco's thirteen, hawthorn. So much more skilled, Harry, you'd think that The Boy Who Lived would be powerful at anything, but Merlin, I'd ride his broomstick any day compared to yours," She knew she was completely out of character. Ginevra was well aware of the fact that she was no longer herself, nor Tonks, but she could not let Harry go once more unscarred emotionally. And his ex sleeping with the one man he hated most besides Voldemort? It had potential.
He swished his wand in her face, causing her to back up on expectation. Her heart began to beat a bit faster as she dropped to the floor, attempting to avoid his spell. Gripping her wand, she felt herself give way to apparation and disappeared from Grimmauld.
She disembarked upon the chilled tile floor of her bathroom. Her pupils grew instantly with the familiar dark gloom she was so accustom to, was s fond of. She smiled as she stared down to the details of the shadowed floor. Lifting herself up, she branched her spine backwards, hearing the small pop of her neck tight and rigid spine.
Taking her wand, she lightly pressed it against her skin and returned to her favored form. To the red headed woman she longed to be since she had transformed.
Fingertips met cloth as she striped her over-clothed body of the heavy robe. Her neck turned slightly, letting her gaze drift a crossed the granite bath. This bathroom did not belong to her. Taking her lip between her teeth, she nipped down just slightly as she gracefully glided towards the serpent doorknob. She recognized the décor immediately as Draco's living quarters.
She traced the fangs of the snake, rubbing her finger down the cold metal and admiring the almost life like work. The eyes were replaced with a dark onyx jewel. She gripped it into her palm, turning it slightly and opening the over sized doors, penetrating the bedroom of Draco Malfoy.
Spacious and massive, her lips slightly parted unconsciously in awe.. A large chandelier hung down from his expensively decorated retreat, with dark red, almost maroon, coloring splattered upon his walls, while the hardwood floors shined below where she stood. Though there was much space, she found herself almost noticing how empty it seemed. Apart from the light fixture, nothing in the room remained with the exception of an enormous bed sitting smack in the middle of the foreboding vastness.
She felt drawn to the black satined sheets that dropped over his unkept mattress. Stepping forward, she slowly found herself arriving next to the bed, in which it stood tall, almost to her waist. She lay her pale hand down upon the material which shined in the little light that the room possessed. She glided her palm over the ebony texture, tasting it's feathery quality.
"Draco?" She called, turning her neck for a moment, searching for the ambushing eyes of none other than her cryptic roommate. There was no response, nor anyone looking back at her from the shadows which took refuge in the corners.
Hoisting herself upon the bed, and used to toes to kick off her shoes in respect. Not for Master Malfoy, but so that the incredibly feel of the silk wouldn't be damaged. Or at least, that's what she told herself. Ginevra did not like the idea of her respecting Draco.
Her body bounces down upon the springs, her loose scarlet hair flying upward and descending into her freckled face as she landed upon her back, basking in the smooth oasis. She had almost forgot that Harry had discovered her only minutes before. In all honestly, she was completely apathetic to the situation. Not wanting to dwell on her failure, nor manifest on what the Dark Lord would assume, she lazily closed her eyes and felt her beating heart slow with content.
"What are you doing?" Ginevra heard the voice call from the doorway entrance. It was Draco.
"The material," She marveled, cuffing the silk in her clasp once more, feeling the soft fabric brush against her equally soft, frail skin, "It's nice."
"Yea," He paused as she looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were clouded with an emotion she could not name specifically, "Now, get off before Lupin's left over juices get all over my bed," His voice seemed to growl.
Her forehead wrinkled with insult, "What do you mean?" She interrogated him rather than ask. She had a feeling of what he meant, but desired her conclusions to be confirmed.
"I can practically smell the wet dog's smell from here, now off," He approached her, his lips remaining level without a sign to if he was simply joking of if he was truly serious. Then it hit her; Malfoy rarely joked.
"If you're implying I slept with the half-breed, you are sorely mistaken," She hissed, standing to her feet to stop him from coming closer. He had acted as if he was ready to pull her off his resting place.
"Well, why not? You're so keen on sleeping with Wonder Boy. I supposed you were partial to the mutants," He sharply replied. As those words finished leaving his frosted lips, she raised her hand from her side, trusting it towards her target; Malfoy's cheek.
Her weapon hadn't a moment to strike it's ambition when Draco snatched her wrist from mid-air. She stared at him for a moment, in shock, before she made a small snarl as she snatched her arm back, placing it at her side. She ignored the throbbing distress that shot down her wrist.
Ginevra would've cursed him. She would've insulted him. She would've hurt him. She would've if she hadn't been so memorized by the salacious hint in his expression.
"And why do you even care about my sexual affairs?" She hissed, questioning him with little sympathy in her tone.
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I updated quickly this time! and I've been trying to plan this story out more, but everything I write, I'll review the next day and it just seems too..cheesy. Well, anywayyyy.. Hope you enjoyed.