Two chapters in one day! Yay! Yeah ok, I don't have a life, I know!:)

Here ya go, Chapter three:

Otto sat in the kitchen feeling exhausted. He thought about Ginny. She sure was something. Her intelligence was going to get her into trouble someday. He could understand why the Weasleys had taken so much interest in keeping their daughter safe. She was almost everything the Dark Lord wanted. With a little "brain washing" he could transform Ginny into his ideal servant. She was very pretty, young, bold, and smart. When he left his circle he could feel a great weight being lifted off of his shoulders. The things that the Dark Lord made him do to prove his loyalty were horrific. The murders, the tortures, the raids. The worst of it was that he had to pretend to be pleased with everything that he did. He had to laugh in the face of every innocent person he killed. The only thing that gave him comfort was that he was telling the person mentally that he was just acting. All the terror really had a toll on his emotional state. He didn't want to hurt Ginny with it, even though she seemed to hate him. Thinking back to her original reaction to when he preformed legilimency on her he hadn't done it all day. But, he didn't understand her reaction and he was dieing to know what she was thinking. So he carefully entered her mind and ran through her memories.

Playing with her brothers. Acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Sorting hat. Chamber of Secrets. Harry Potter. Quidditch. He skimmed through her memories so quickly. Only pausing slightly at her relationship with Harry Potter. He really broke her heart. He thought sadly before flying ahead to the recent events and stopping at her current thoughts.

God how bloody horrible this all bloody is. Why in hell does this kind of stuff always happen to me? And who is this person, I mean, I know who he is but WHO is he? He seems too easy, like he is a big fake. I wonder why he'd tell ME all that crap? Come on! No one is supposed to know who he is really… so why tell a gossipy 16 year old girl? God my hair is frizzy today… He sure was handsome Otto smirked at this, yeah, he knew he was handsome, he was one of those guys that girls just swooned after. And he had made her blush not even trying. Those fucking blue eyes! Why do guys have to have blue eyes? Of course I am thankful for it! But why do MEN, almost twice my age have to be so gorgeous. But he is a little too well dressed… I wonder if he is gay. Well, that would make things less awkward. Otto pulled out of her mind so fast that he didn't even notice. She thought he was gay! Go bloody figure, he swore aloud. He wanted to show her that he wasn't gay, but how? He didn't think that pursuing her would help any. If anything it would drive her away. But how else could he show her?

After Ginny had left the court yard, he put a charm on it to make it sunny and warm, like a nice summer's day. He stripped off his shirt and lay a towel down on the tile. He lied on his stomach and read a large book. And waited. He could sense where she was in the house. Her room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the hall. The hall with the glass door that lead out to the patio. There, he could feel she was there; Standing in the glass looking at him, a book in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. The door slid open and she walked out onto the warm stones. "Hey! Its HOT out here!" she said, taking off her sweater and shoes. Her bare feet and painted toenails padded over to a lawn chair that she sat in. "Mmm" Otto groaned, pretending to just wake up. "Oh, hey Ginny" he said cautiously. She just gave him a cool smile and opened her book and began to read. He sat up and crawled over to her. Kneeling on the ground beside her he tilted his head close to hers to see what book she was reading.

Ginny mentally freaked. He gave her a glance when she let out an annoyed sigh. She blushed under his gaze and started to notice how hot the sun was making her feel. He was so close that she was becoming uncomfortable. She began to fidget. She jumped when he finally spoke, "Want me to get us some lunch?" Ginny leaned away from him in order to get a better look. "No I'll get us some. I'm bored anyways." She got up and walked into the house. He looked after her and watched her swaying hips. It sure was a pity that she was only 16. You look nice today. He said into her mind. The sound of a plate smashing could be heard from the kitchen and her feet pattering down the hall. "Otto! What did I tell you about being in my mind!" she screamed as she ran. She screeched to a halt in the doorway. Her red hair swaying to the side and into her face. Otto composed an innocent look, puffed out his lip and said, "But love, it was just to complement you." Ginny stood rooted to the spot. What is a girl supposed to say to that? Of course she blushed, but she still couldn't give up her argument. He-should-not-do-that. She said to herself. But, oh, how adorable he looked! What the hell! Why does this have to happen to her!

"Ginny!" a voice called from the front hallway. Ginny leapt to face down the hall then gave Otto a desperate glance. She sprinted off into the kitchen to pick up the mess she had made and prayed that he would hide himself! "Ginny, it's Hermione! Ginny where are you?" Hermione called beginning to walk up the stairs. "In the kitchen 'Mione; I was just making lunch." She had just retrieved her wand and began cleaning up the dish when she walked in. "Mmm, smells good, what are you making?" Hermione asked walking over to the stove. "Just some soup, but why are you here? Shouldn't you be in class right now?" Ginny asked, glancing at the clock, 1:30 pm. "Its Saturday! I asked Professor Mcgonagle if I could spend the weekend here! I'm here till none tomorrow!" She happily said. The girls embraced each other and continued chatting about all the updates and gossip.

They talked about everything from school, to fashion, to the war. They sat in the kitchen just talking until it was dinner time. They had what ever was left over from lunch and then retired to Ginny's room. Hermione slept on the floor and Ginny in the bed and they gossiped all night until they ran out of things to say and drifted off to sleep. Waking up at ten they didn't have too much time to do a lot, they casually had breakfast and tea and then Ginny bid farewell to Hermione at 11:45. Wasn't it nice to have someone to talk to again! Well, she did have Otto, but she couldn't very well talk about boys with him!

Ginny was exhausted from the all the commotion. She was avoiding Otto, though he was utterly confused by it. 35 years of dealing with women and they are still a mystery he thought while watching Ginny read a book from across the library. Her hair was wet from a bath she had just taken and it lay around her bathrobe covered shoulders and made the freckles that covered her nose visible; even from where he sat. Getting up, he set his glass of wine down on the coffee table and walked over to where she was sitting. He stood about 20 feet away and just watched her for the longest time. "Your starting to give me the creeps." She finally said, looking up into his eyes. Her bathrobe was so tightly synched around her that there was no doubt she was FULLY covered. He smirked at her modesty which intern resulted in a glare full of daggers sent his way. "What are you thinking about!?" she demanded. She wished that she was good at Legilimency. "Mmm too bad you have to ask." He bragged. She suddenly threw the book to the table, got up and stormed out.

God did she hate it when he had to go on and on about his amazing powers. Yea, everyone knows about how good of a wizard you are. A real hero. You better be listening to me right now! I am. What! What are you doing I was just bloody joking, what, can't I even have my thoughts to myself? He began to feel the pressure of her emotional state and exited her mind and went to the kitchen to see what she was doing. When he entered she was leaning over the counter with her head in her hands. A full tea cup sitting by her left elbow. "Chica, what's wrong, I didn't mean anything by it!" he said, trying to comfort her. Really, all he was doing was playing around. She straightened up and looked at him. Her tear stained face reflected the sun's evening rays. He snaked an arm around her shoulder and led her to the fire place. They sat on the couch, he held her to him (he wasn't fully confident that she would stay if he let go). She finally fell asleep; her light snores brought his attention to the fact.

Her robe had come loose and the top had opened just a little. Enjoying the sight, but not wanting her to wake up and find him staring at her chest, he slipped out from under her and laid her across the coach. He casually threw a quilt over her and flicked off the lights. He took one last look at her calmly sleeping and went to bed himself.

A/N: Hola! Hope you all are liking it so far! Let me know! I'd love to know what you think, whether it be "that's great keep going" or "omg you suck so bad you should go live under a rock!"

Cya

-Mid