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Wedding Party

The moment she and Tom entered, the music and dancing in the ballroom stopped and the 'guests' turned to see the pair above them. Tom smirked arrogantly, "my faithful death eaters, tonight we celebrate, for tonight you receive your Dark Lady. May I present Lady Ginevra Riddle."

The death eaters below all clapped politely, because it was what was expected and not because they wanted to. Ginny knew they hated her, she and her family were supposedly 'blood traitors' and while she didn't care what a bunch of stuck up snobs thought, she didn't want to get hurt and stayed close to Tom for that reason.

She followed Tom as he weaved his way through the crowds to receive bows and congratulations. She didn't see why he cared for them since he had to know they were completely fake and that, given half a chance, most people in the room would kill her on the spot.

She noted many looks of disgust, some even of jealousy (mostly Bellatrix) and even a few looks of appreciation that made her feel very exposed. Tom soon caught these looks; one glare and a flash of red in his eyes was all it took for the death eaters to avert their eyes and while she hated Tom she couldn't help but be glad he'd saved her from the other death eaters perverted looks. Of course it didn't help that he was looking at her with the same lust filled eyes, it didn't bode well for her plan of staying as far away as possible from him after the party.

Tom danced with her many times, holding her close and firmly with a smirk on his face. She'd given up trying to squirm away after the first attempted resulted in a whispered threat to have a random prisoner brought up for 'entertainment'. She was cursing herself internally for showing so much compassion to others in front of him, now all it took was one threat towards an innocent and she would do anything he said, he used this constantly to his advantage.

Tom let her dance with a few of his most trusted death eaters, but made sure he always kept an eye on them to prevent any inappropriate behaviour. Her dance with Lucius Malfoy was hell, he'd only asked her so he could lord all over her and look down on her, though he couldn't say anything to her within Tom's hearing.

She also danced with both Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, dark and dangerous men who gave her a serious case of the creeps and stayed completely silent. Still, they were better than Malfoy, for they didn't really look down on her and even bowed before and after the dance.

Dolohov was the worst, for one Ginny knew he was the one to send the curse at Hermione during the battle at the department of mysteries, one that would have killed her had she not been so young and healthy. Secondly he kept touching her in an inappropriate way whenever Tom looked away for a moment. The guy was in his late forties and that just made it even more disgusting. But he got his comeuppance later when Tom crucioed him in front of all present as both entertainment and for disobeying orders regarding her.

Her final dance with a death eaters was with Severus and this one was infinitely more comfortable than the others. On the outside they both gave the impression of indifference (Severus) and anger (Ginny). They were in fact whispering quietly, she was giving him information on her condition to pass on to the Order and told him she'd sent the patronus message to them earlier in the day. He'd been impressed with that, knowing it to be a difficult piece of magic just to create a patronus, let alone have it send a message. Once that dance was over she reluctantly returned to Tom, trying and failing to hide her grimace.

He smiled slightly, "what is the matter Ginevra, are you not enjoying yourself?" Ginny studied his face for a second, he seemed in a relatively good mood and therefore she would let him know exactly what she thought of the whole stupid party.

"Well Tom," she said sardonically, "I'm married to a man I despise and at a party filled with aristocratic, stuck-up prats who don't like me. This whole party is a complete farce because the only reason this lot," she gestured to the guests, "are here is because you have power and they want their share, the only reason they even consider bowing to me or trying to be polite is because you order it. So, to answer your question, I am not having a nice time here."

Tom shook his head in amusement as if she was a small child having a tantrum, "that is merely human nature Ginevra, people are inherently selfish and self-centred. They want to look out for their own interests and I'm just helping them with that."

Ginny just gave him a sceptical glare, "don't even try that crap with me Tom, you couldn't care less about any of the people in this room, they are a means to an end. They have money, influence, ability and you just want to use them to achieve your sick and twisted goals. If you ever won, which won't happen, then you would merely use them as a means to controlling everyone so you didn't have to bother with it yourself. They don't realise, but they're just soldiers and in your ideal world they wouldn't have power, they'd have wealth, status and all be puppets controlled by you."

Tom clapped softly, "bravo Ginevra, I did pick well, you have just shown intelligence most of my death eaters do not seem to possess." Ginny shook her head, "I doubt it, they're just so caught up in your thrall that they don't see what's right in front of their big heads."

Tom laughed lightly, "well let's not fight on our wedding day Ginevra, there will be plenty more days after this for you to debate to your heart's content." Ginny muttered something under her breath that sounded a little like ".. I'd rather bash my own head in with a pickaxe than spend time anywhere near you." Tom looked interested, "what was that Ginevra darling," but Ginny shook her head and smiled sweetly to hide her hate, "nothing at all."

Tom seemed to realise she had insulted him because his eyes flashed red and he grabbed her arm, "come darling, I think it's time we retired … for our wedding night." He smirked at the look of pure fear that crossed her face as she tried to pull away from his grip. But he held on tightly, "now now Ginevra, it wouldn't be nice to make a scene at your own wedding would it."

"Anything," she whispered, "anything but that." Tom grinned, "but your refusal will just make it all the sweeter when I get what I want … and I always get what I went Ginevra." He let go of her arm and took her hand, leading her up to the front of the ballroom and facing the now still death eaters.

"My wife and I thank you all for coming to celebrate our union with us," Tom spoke slowly and clearly, obviously ignoring the fact that everyone could see that Ginny would rather be anywhere but there. "Now we shall retire for our first night as man and wife, feel free to enjoy the celebrations for a little while longer."

He led her towards the door among applause and she panicked even more, the insinuation in his words to the death eaters was too blatant to be ignored. She was going to be forced to sleep with Lord Voldemort!

Poor Ginny, life just isn't getting any better for her. There'll be a shock in store for her in about two chapters so watch out for that.

As always the next chapter should be out in a few days.