-1Hush
By Diet Cigarette
As she lifted her body to her haunches, looked down to the sweat glossed man. White glare draped his forehead from the bit of light left in the room. Her breathes were still rigid, as she pressed her shoulders back to stretch.
Ginevra would've backed out of the room before further time was spent with the man, but she was abruptly halted by a surging and sharp pain coursing through the forearm. The Dark Mark. Her insides flipped, though she refused to show them through her features. A slight pang of fear filtered through her dulled emotions, but she knew in order to survive, they had to be controlled and subdued.
"Ah, fuck," She groaned softly, meant for only her own ears. If not for refusing the shut her eyes, she might not of see Draco piercing his lips together in order to keep his composure.
With a wave, he dressed into his black, masked robes. The ebony fabric flowing over his body with deadly intimidation. After a quick snap, and without a second glance, he was gone.
She released her held in air, and wrenched her neck to the side, ignoring the slight popping noise she heard. She reached for her wand as well, dressing herself in the heavy attire, and for a moment, she thought of not attending her master's calling.
She had failed him, she had let Neville go without a fight, and if she did not loose her life tonight, she was fortunate beyond belief. It was stupidity that spoke in her mind, though, doubt of the Dark Lord. If she would attend, he might even have the mercy to grant her her life for the simple fact she had enough courage to face him.
Never the less, if she was to run, he would find her, and this life was already an unforgivable hell. What would a life on the run be?
Shaking her jumbled thoughts, she without further contradiction, transported her newly dressed body to his call. She ignored the sore touch between her thighs, as well as the familiar pressure. She could've sworn Draco was still between her legs, he had indented her to that extent.
Her knees buckled beneath her light weight as she found herself in the dark. Colored lights that she knew weren't really there danced a crossed her vision, whilst a small, yet increasingly nagging throb echoed just behind her forehead.
As she returned to her normal posture, she could faintly hear the shuffling of aligning robes. Brown eyes looked up, meeting the ones of red that she vigorously fought to keep contact with.
"Miss Weasley," His voice drew out her last name with venom. She hadn't expected to apparate directly into his presence. If she had known his location exactly, she would've made sure to impress him instead of weakly showing her fatigue and discomfort.
Though she knew her adrenaline should've been pulsing through her body, she felt nothing but an unusual serenity surround her. Voldemort's crimson glare looked as though they were rubies stolen from Satan's crown itself. He was enclosed by a group of on looking black coats, in which she felt their eyes staring down upon her, causing her to shiver.
"Come forward," His tongue clicked as his stiff, controlled tone coated each word with a poisonous hiss. She did not notice her legs working upon their own accord until she was only feet from his lumbering placid figure; until she could almost clearly make out the faintest flaw and scar imbedded into his guise.
"It's under my understanding that you've failed us," The useage of 'us' seemed to create a small buzz amoung the shadows behind her.
"I\m afraid so," Ginevra sounded, almost cockily.
"You're fortunate I don't take your life this instant!" He boomed impulsively, in which she couldn't help but flinch from the startle. She said nothing, her swollen pink lips remaining level, without any emotion as her gaze moved downward, avoiding his angry stare then, "You will find I'm merciful," He cooed, almost as if he was doing her a favor, "And spare your life, but,"
Her jaw clenched and her blinks were holded longer as she anticipated the awaited pain. "You will not go unpunished, Miss Weasley," She nodded. She was not afraid of death, but pain, pain was another thing.
"Crucio!" He cried after he pointed her wand in her direction. It took only a fraction of a second for the affects to take hold on her body. Agony, unlike any muggle or animal could imagine. It sent her nerves an electric shock which made her feel as though her body were threw onto the sun, and as if just moments from exploding.
Her ears popped, which aided in clouding out her vivid screams of suffering. She fell onto her knees, the cold floor of his hideaway chilling her distressed body, as her eyes sealed tight as she attempted to regain control.
Crackling arose from Voldemort's voice, "Draco, perhaps living with you as taught her to rely on other's to do their deeds, sadly, Snape isn't here to take over, I suppose," He insulted them both, his sick smile twitched upon his cheeks.
Draco said nothing.
The ache in her body throbbed as she dragged herself magically back to Malfoy Manor. The silence screamed in her ears, or perhaps it was just the strong migraine thumping through her thoughts. As Draco quickly arrived after her, for a moment, he attempted to approach the suffering woman. But as he did so, Ginevra recoiled, almost as if disgusted by his touch,
His confused and annoyed gaze met her's of fury and anger.
"Oh, what?" He snapped, as if almost reading her mind. "Was that somehow my fault, Weasley?" He questioned her interrogatively.
"You could've done something," Her voice was low, almost as if she had no plans of discussing the matter. She turned around to depart from the hollow room, but his voice stopped her movements in their tracks.
"You must be off your rocker if you think I'm going to risk my life just to save your ass--for something that was your fault!" He chuckled, chuckled.
"Well, excuse me for expecting better of you," Her reply was casual, almost mockingly casual.
"Oh, would you listen to yourself/" He questioned, astounded at her childish behavior. "You're crazy, absolutely crazy, I suppose fucking around with a Potter will do that to the worst of the pure line,"
"Oh, stop trying to his me with your pathetic insults,"
"Fact of the matter if, you shouldn't of expected anything from me, Ginny."
Her once throbbing heart stopped for a moment, throwing itself into her throat. "Don't call me that," She hissed, her eyes glaring daggers as she fought to keep her composure. She still felt the side effects of the curse stinging at her skin, but for the first time that night, she was not focused upon them.
He raised at eyebrow arrogantly. "Ah," Draco smirked, "Can't face your demons, I see," He sounded more like a therapist than a murderer just then.
"What ar-" Ginevra tried to interrupt but it was no use.
"You are Ginny fucking Weasley, an immature selfish, little brat, not to mention a failure as a death eater.. That's why you were punished, not because I wouldn't save you. It's what you signed up for, or were you expected us to baby you like your Potter?" He snapped, folding his arms as he made his way around the sofa of his parlor.
"A failure as a death eater?" She scoffed, watching him move, yet her neck muscles not turning to face him. "What of you, then? Have you forgotten you didn't have the stomach to kill Albus? You had to have Snape, Snape, carry it out for you, and on top of that, your mother, of all people, had to make him promise to help you. That's pathetic, Draco, not me. I'll never have as much dishonor as you. And I, I am a disgrace to the pure line? What about the pale faced little boy who had to have his mummy's help?" She ranted, her words like bullets, hitting him, yet his expressions refused to show the pang of anger, attraction, and hatred he had just then.
Before a second passed through time, his bony hand flew into his pocket with amazing speed and flung his wand into the air, casting out and unbearable spell, straight for the chest of his lover. She hadn't time to think, only one spell came into mind as she stared directly into the yellow light flaring in her direction.
"BATROUS!"
Her arched eyebrows rose in surprise as she watched it glisten, heading back towards it's caster. Draco hadn't time to react, as it blew into a small burning ball of inferno, speeding in his path.
BANG. The wind of the explosion caused her to take a step back, and her expression of anger became one of concern.
"Draco?" She called out as the scene before her caused a gust of smoke to cover her sight. She heard not a reply. "Malfoy, I swear, if you're playing games," She growled, taking a few steps forward, the blanket of grey mist gliding over her petite frame.
Fans, readers, I love you, and I am so so so sorry to update always late. This job is ruining my writing time, but I have good news, I'm cutting down to three days a week instead of five so I should DEF have more time to write, thank goddess.
To explain Ginevra's craziness after she arrived home -- Like the Longbottoms, they went insane because of it, no? So I suppose Ginevra would have a dementia moment, only temporary, of course.