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GINNY & DRACO
"Get up, blood traitor." A man lifted Ginny stiffly off the ground. Her legs wobbled under her weight, but held her up. She felt her arms snap to her side, immobile, and looked around. The man was pointing his wand at her, his body pointed to the door. She followed the man out into the hall, squinting at the intensity of light. He hadn't even seen the hole, and Ginny didn't think he'd care if he did. She looked around the cold hall. She knew she was in the dungeons under Hogwarts, the eerie green glow of the lake floating past her. He passed the door to the Slytherin common room. The portrait starred back at her, cold eyes watching her every move. They moved up the stairs, surprisingly not hitting into anyone. Outside Dumbledore's office, they stopped.
"Muggleborns Beware." The stone gargoyle stepped aside, not quite as quick as he had with Dumbledore, and allowed them upstairs. Ginny followed after the masked man, tripping slightly over the new difficulties of her legs. They finally reached the top step, Ginny trudging behind a little.
"Wait here."
It wasn't as if Ginny had a choice. Her legs wouldn't move, and could barely hold up her weight after that long climb all over Hogwarts. The man knocked on the door. It broke open slightly, allowing just enough room for the man to step in. She heard mumbling coming from the other side of the door, and soon enough, the man was back.
"Get in here." Ginny's legs obediently followed the man. They stopped just inside the door. It swung shut of its own accord. Ginny felt a push against the back of her legs, and before she knew it, she was falling face-first into the ground. She hovered just before her chin hit the cold rock, using no energy to stop herself. She looked around the room. Draco was in the corner, pointing his wand discretely behind his back, pointing at her. He was facing away, towards the wall-sized window. Just outside, students were flying on their brooms, each one pointing their wands at other people. Students in the stands were cheering half-heartedly, obviously not enjoying any part of it.
"Ah, wonderful game, isn't it?" Ginny looked away from the window. Standing in front of her was a man she had hoped never to see again. "I invented it just the other day. I figured, this school had such pristine Quidditch program, why not keep it going? So, everyone on the team gets to play!"
"How could you defile such a great sport?" Ginny knew she was yelling, but it didn't sound like her. More like she was standing outside of her body, watching herself talk.
"I am Lord Voldemort. I can do anything I want to. I killed your wittle boyfwend and I could kill you." His face was level with hers, his cold red eyes staring in the depths of hers. Ginny saw Draco flinch out of the corner of her eye. He, too, was on his knees, facing the three of them. "But I won't. Not now."
Voldemort spun around to face Draco now. Ginny looked up, watching his every move.
"Leave, Avery. But Draco, stay." They did as they were told, Avery getting up and moving towards the door, throwing one last disturbed look in my direction, and Draco staying kneeling as if set in stone.
"Ah, privacy. Something very hard to get in this school, with all these little brats running around." He was watching the game from the window. Ginny looked up just as Alicia got blown off her broom by a curse sent from Crabbe.
"You two seem to be getting some privacy, now don't you. Yes, Draco, I do know of when you sneak down and see her. You are not that smart, boy." Draco looked at me apologetically. I smiled at him slightly, not taking my eyes off Voldemort. He was still wrapped up in his self-praised speech.
"Lord, I am so sorry. It will never happen again." Draco pleaded, his face buried in the carpet.
"Why beg, Draco? Don't are you denying your love for this girl?"
"Yes. I surely would not love a blood traitor like her. I am forever on your side." Voldemort smiled at his young accomplice, soaking in the desire of this young boy begging.
"Personally, I value young love." Ginny's mouth dropped at the word love. Surely, she did like him as a friend, and maybe even a tiny bit more, but didn't love him. It was way too soon to love someone else. "That is why I am looking out for you Draco. A boy of your stature should not be with filth like this." He kicked at Ginny's side, who fell onto her side, wincing in pain.
"Which is why I must do this." He spun around, his wand pointed at Ginny's chest.
"NO!" Draco had jumped up and drew his wand. Voldemort smiled, having achieved what he wanted.
"I thought you did not love this girl, Draco. Surely you wouldn't mind simple torture, you have even set this fate on others. So, why deny me the pleasure of ending this girl's life right now?" Draco settled back in his original position, this time looking straight at Ginny, his head higher off the ground.
"Unless…you do love trash like this." He shot a look at Ginny, his dead eyes beating into her skin.
"Y-y-yes." Draco stammered, his eyes averted from Ginny's gaze. Voldemort tisk-tisked, sounding more like Molly Weasley than a feared dark wizard.
"Draco, Draco, Draco. I provide you with status, with good looks, with power, and you use that all to get filth like her? She's worse than the mudblood! Dirtying the pureblood line with every breath she takes."
"Please. Don't. Hurt. Ginny." Draco's voice came out in shallow gasps, his face once again buried into the ground.
"Don't be so pitiful, Draco. I will not kill this girl today. Nor will I hurt her." Draco and Ginny both let out a sigh of relief, and then tensed, knowing something was not right.
"Avery informed me of something, Draco. He said you had not participated in hurting this girl. He also told me she somehow got medical bandages wrapped around her. As if by magic." Draco tensed, and suddenly, the bandages felt tight against Ginny's rib cage, squeezing her bones together so tight that they rubbed against each other, mimicking the sound of her breathing.
"You know what you must do, Draco. You must do what I told you to. No exceptions." Draco looked up at his master, a look of regret in his eyes. "Now Draco!" He stood up and took his wand out of his pocket. It was shorter than most wands she had ever seen, and was a burned black, like ash. He fumbled with it in his hands quite nervously.
"I believe I said now!" Draco regrettably held his wand out in front of him, facing Ginny.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. Ginny braced herself, knowing what was about to happen. Draco opened his mouth, and in a defeated voice, said:
"Crucio!"
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HARRYHarry crept behind the Hog's Head. He had seen people popping in and out of Hogsmeade all day, and knew the Death Eaters were too proud to think of putting their usual defensive spells.
"Heard that Weasley girl's been putting up a fight. Still won't say a thing. That Draco boy's been trying to get her to talk."
Harry's heart leapt as he heard Ginny was at least alive, if not perfectly healthy.
"Lucius's boy?"
"Yeah. Talking to her and all. He's stayed in there hours a day; all she ever does is cry at him. Guess the Slytherin Prince isn't as hot as he thought he was. The Dark's Lord's not happy. He's spending more time with her than out here."
They were walking away, their voices merely a whisper in the wind.
"I don't see why we need to be here. Potter's dead."
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BILL & CHARLIE"Where the hell is he?"
"Well, he's not back there, and he couldn't run this far hurt like he is."
"You don't think he went to the portrait?"
Charlie and Bill spun around and raced back up the hill, towards the Hog's Head and Harry.
Exciting, I know. That's why I really really want to update soon, so I don't get a pack of really mad people yelling at me for not updating!! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but that all will be solved probably in the next chapter…(I'm not saying there won't be more cliffs…sorry!!) And it's almost one of my longest ones i think! yay me!! REVIEW and I write faster!!!