Trillium

Chapter Four

By Mell8

My brother knew something had changed when I returned home later that day, but he could not point out what specifically.

I knew, obviously.

I was whole for the first time in years. My soul was put back to rights; I was with my loves again. Draco and Blaise had each kissed me gently on the lips before taking each other's hands and walking out of the clearing like they were supposed to. I kissed them back and smiled, happy to see answering smiles in return.

I was happy and it was marvelous.

The rest of the break passed in sweet harmony for me. We met when we could, Draco, Blaise, and I. But Draco still had obligations to his father that he could not yet abandon so he left his memories with us when he left and retrieved them when he returned to us.

I had to escape my mother's watchful eye. She was worried about the war and if I disappeared for too long she was liable to call out the Aurors and the Order to go searching for me.

Only Blaise had complete freedom to himself. His flighty mother had taken up with a Baron in Paris and hadn't seen her son in over a year. He could come and go as he pleased and often would go and sit in the clearing on the off chance that Draco and I could escape from our overbearing families to come spend time together.

The train ride back to school was another moment that will be imprinted in my mind forever. Blaise and I, through some sort of unspoken agreement found an empty compartment and sat together. We didn't expect any company as Ron was with Harry and Hermione and they were all happily oblivious, and Blaise didn't have any friends. So when the compartment door slid open Blaise and I looked up in shock.

When Draco stepped into the room I'm sure our jaws must have hit the floor. Draco had abandoned the hand picked friends his father had chosen for him in order to spend time with us. It was as good as a slap in the face to his father and neither Blaise nor I would ever have dreamed that Draco would so willingly step away from his father.

But Draco had and as he slid into our arms with a pleased sigh we knew that finally Draco was beginning to heal.

We made love for the first time a week later, ensconced in Draco's private room.

The first time I was in the middle but the second I was on the bottom with both of them on top. And by the time the third round came I wasn't sure where I was in our pile of limbs and sweating bodies. All I knew was that their arms were around me, and their kisses rained down on my face, and that I returned their caress and their kiss with equal fervor.

But the pain I remember feeling before is still there, no, not the pain of separation, the pain of something terrible happening in the near future. I can feel it creeping up behind us, ready to attack and kill without mercy.

I am whole now that I know my loves have returned to me. Only my family will stand in my way, but I know that once they see just what I have with Draco and Blaise they will step aside.

Blaise is whole now that he has us as well. Even the loneliness he constantly experiences from being abandoned by his mother and having no friends has faded. He had not fallen back into drink or drugs or sex with faceless women because we are there for him.

Draco is our weak link. He is whole when he is with us but fragmented whenever he is not. His father pulls him away with iron chains and horrid obligations. Draco receives constant letters telling him what to do, who to torment, how to treat Pansy Parkinson each week. When he is with us Draco can ignore these orders but when he is not…

I have walked past him when he was clutching a letter from his father in his hand and he was hurrying to find Pansy and bed her, just because his father told him to. Only my gentle hand on his arm freed him from the compulsion.

His father could tell him when to shit and when to breathe and whether it was okay to let his heart beat at a certain time and Draco would follow to the exact letter. Draco fought against it, of course, but he had been so thoroughly brainwashed over the years that he didn't know how to escape. Blaise and I had taken to following Draco about the castle, to and from classes, at meals, everywhere. Whenever Draco received a letter one of us would walk past to remind him just who he belongs to and Draco would remember until he received the next letter.

But I love them so much and I know we will work through this. We survived being torn apart for almost ten years, we can survive through this as well.

III

Ginny closed the journal with a soft snap and sighed. She kissed the cover gently and hoped that her tears wouldn't mar the delicate leather. She loved them and suffered with them. Draco was suffering right now, suffering badly, and she didn't know what to do.

Years of conditioning had molded Draco into the perfect puppet for Lucius and Ginny was beginning to think that the only way to free Draco was to kill his father.

For now they were holding up fine. As long as someone was always there to watch Draco just in case he received another letter they would be okay.

She was happy. That was all that mattered. But she was going to pass the journal on to Blaise where he could read her concerns without her having to voice them. And then they would give it to Draco to read so that together they could find a solution.

Love conquers all, Ginny thought with a smile.